Revolution (HXH x MHA)

chapter 21: God hates me

Aizawa's pov:

Nezu really has changed since Hunter popped up in this world.

I don't like it at all. I have trusted Nezu for years. He always informed me about his plans and thoughts.

I was so surprised by his sudden character change that I needed some fresh air. I didn't even mind to take another look at Nezu, before leaving him alone in his office.

My original plan was to get home as fast as possible and take a nap, but it seemed like god had other plans.

On my way home, I passed a bar.

I was about to walked by, but someone in there looked strangely familiar. Like a certain traumatised kid I 'saved' weeks ago. I saw the same black hoodie and slim figure.

At that moment I probably should just walk by, but I was looking for him since nearly a month.

"-this can't be. Haven't I had enough sleep? Is this a mirage or something? There is no way I would find that innocent child in a bar.-"

I had no other choice, I just needed to see him up close. That's why I made the worst choice of my life. I walked in that pub.

I sat away from the boy and began listening to his conversation with the bartender.

"Give me the best you have."

"-the fuck?-" I thought this was some kind of dream or I must have mistaken him for that innocent kid.

The bartender including some other customers were chuckling at his unexpected sentence.

His aura didn't remind me of that kid either. He seemed more like that shitty villain, Hunter.

"Well, Hello, my little boy. Where are your parents? This place is not ment for kids like you." The bartender said while holding back his laughter.

The kid didn't seem too happy with his reaction.

I couldn't interfere yet, since I wasn't quit sure about my theory.

"Look. I came here myself and just want a drink. And I am not your little boy." A disgusted expression left his face.

"Hmm. How about this."

He knelt down to the high of the kid. The child on the other hand didn't like that reaction at all.

"I'll give you the best orange juice I have and then we will call your parents, how does that sound?"

"Right you shouldn't be in a place like this", Added a customer.

"actually, I am not a child. It's my quirk you know?" The child's tone changed to a kindly one.

I have heard better lies to be honest, but guess that kid just wanted to taste the sweetness of alcohol. Can't blame him for that.

"Then you won't mind showing me your ID?" I believe the bartender wasn't too happy with his lie, though.

"-He is fucked up.-"

The argument went so on and many costumers were enjoining the discussion, but one laughter of the group was the loudest.

Far in the back of the bar, barely visible, there was someone who was laughing his ass off. His face was barely visible. I only could see an huge smile on his face.

But that wasn't my priority at that moment, so I brushedit off.

I looked back to that kid as I felt a change in his aura.

All of a sudden I was scared. So terrified by the kid, I couldn't move a muscle.

The only thought I was able to come up with was:-run,run! Move now!-"