A Silent Kind of Strength

Chapter 4

The freckled teen had to get up early the next morning. Someone on Mebay named goodSir420 had bought up a good portion of his nicer and harder to find Mighty Merch. Luckily he had managed to find enough packaging materials from around the house to get everything packed properly for shipping. He just needed to stop by the post office on his way to school to send it off with a one fingered salute.

And he now had a surplus of money to buy what he needed for the creations he had been brainstorming in his new journal. He labeled it Inventions for the future no. 1. He figured that way it would match a bit when lined up with his analysis books on his shelf.

He had started brainstorming ideas for things that would be helpful for heros in the field. At first he was unsure what to write down that hadn't already been rehashed a hundred times before. But then he remembered all of the notes for gear upgrades he had already jotted down in his analysis work. From there it was just a matter of figuring out how to bring his vague ideas on helpful things into a solid plan of components and design.

He needed to remember to grab some engineering books when he went to the library this weekend.

He settled the stack of packages in his arms after he locked the door to the apartment. The trip down stairs was a bit difficult with such a heavy load setting him off balance but he managed to make it with only one near misstep.

He was lucky the post office was only a few blocks away, he probably would have had to make two trips if it was much further. As he struggled to open the door a nice man stepped in to help, lightly scolding him for trying to carry so much at once.

Yeah that probably wasn't his best idea.

But he made it to the counter without dropping a single thing so he will take the trip as a win. The postal worker was surprisingly quick in her work, weighing and labeling the large stack at her spot along the counter with sure movements and direct questions. Obviously wanting to get him out the door as soon as possible so she could get back to the large cup of coffee he could see steaming by the computer behind her.

Hm. Coffee. Now there was an idea.

Ten minutes and she had him rang up and done with his errand. He bowed his head slightly as he wished her a good day. He had extra time.

Yup. Coffee.

If he remembered correctly there was a small coffee shop only a little ways out of his way to school. Now was as good a time as any to treat himself. He headed that way, in a good mood thinking about what kind of pastries they might have.

He was lucky. The little Cafe wasn't too busy yet this early in the morning. Though that would probably change within the next thirty minutes or so as kids started making their way to class and adults to work. Izuku wandered over to the frankly massive pastry case beside the front counter. There were the usual basics like wagashi and simple cakes. There also looked to be a lot of foreign sweets, things like breads and donuts. So many choices, so little time. Maybe he should come here more often so he could try them all.

He would have to add in more running into his schedule to make up for the calorie intake though.