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Suspicious Activity, Chapter 4

My phones already ringing, this girl does not give me a chance. Mitski is blurting out 'Me and My Husbandddddddd' before I press the accept button. Its a facetime, which is unusual for Jirou.

'Is that your ringtone?' Shoto asks, looking down at the screen.
'One sec...' I respond while the call connects. 'Hello?'
'Tell Shoto to come collect his friend,' she orders, screaming into the phone. 'I have had enough of this guy. He kept whispering in my ear all business 'I'm going to eat your toes' Like the fuck he ain't. I don't even know why I let this feral child sit next to me.'

I laugh as I see them both in the distance. Denki is next to Jirou and keeps trying to smack her phone out of her hands. I look down at my phone and see her jerking it around, her face blurring every time she tugs it out of Denki's reach. 

'I do apologize,' Shoto says. 'I will show him the ways of the Todoroki's.'

I'm yet to know what that is supposed to mean but I'll find out. Shoto speeds up in front of me and approaches them both and I see Denki's face turn from excited to scared. He goes behind Jirou and ducks while she is desperately trying to be rid of this child.

'Please don't hurt me, Shoto,' Denki begs. 'I don't want frostbite! I don't want third degree burns. I don't want pain, I don't like it!'
'Stop bugging Jirou,' Shoto orders and Denki immediately agrees.

Denki releases Jirou of his terrified grasp and she pushes him away from him. Poor Denki looked so frightened when Shoto came out, I don't know what Shoto did to make himself look so terrifying but I also don't think I want to find out. Shoto and I tell the two others about our plan of going to the mall and Denki jumps for joy while screaming yes. This boy acts like a child who can't contain his excitement when someone mentions a day out. Jirou gives me a worried look which turns into approval after my reassuring smile makes and appearance. I'm not sure how she feels about us becoming friends with Denki and Shoto, but they've been good to us so far and haven't shown any signs of being fake or secretly hating us. That's a win for me, anyway.

We walk out the gates and cross many roads that lead to our destination. Cars zoom past us and blow our hairs in all kinds of positions. I don't really enjoy walking around in cities because I see people staring at me, it makes me feel like some sort of monkey in a cage that's only there to amuse bypasses. Since I'm with more people though, maybe people will back off a little. Loads of other students from our school gained the same idea as us and made their way into the city along with us. Although most people from my school go to the very center of the city where all the activities are and the most popular shops. Personally I've always been a park and bubble tea person, restaurants and shops stress me out as I don't know how the employees will treat me. Big lights of advertisements on buildings flash in our faces as we approach central Musutafu.

Baristas in coffee shops are fiercely wiping tables as more people take their seats. Rich people in their Ferrari's stop outside designer clothes and watch shops and flex their money on the people around them. I wish I had that kind of money, you could do anything and everything. My dream is to live somewhere in a field where it is calm and peaceful, surrounded by the people I love. There is everything in the house we need like a high tech kitchen and a lounge with big puffy sofas and a massive TV to play Mario Kart. That's my dream. I know it will most likely never come true but its fun to imagine how good life could be. 

The pathway narrows and we go into a double file line as we walk past Midoriya's Mansion and see many security guards standing intimidatingly outside every entrance. All the windows are dark and black, except one which has a white bed in it. It looks too small to be his room, and he definitely doesn't have many guest rooms as there's never any spotting's of visitors going into that house. Strange, did Mr. Midoriya have a child? The city would definitely know if he did, but nothing has ever been said. Mr. Midoriya doesn't seem like the type of person to leave bedroom shades off, so there has got to be something the public doesn't know. But I suppose he doesn't have to be public all the time, every family has it secrets. However, I remember reading a very interesting part of a newspaper when I was in my first year of secondary  school about how Mr. Midoriya's wife mysteriously died due to a tragic accident. Nobody ever specified what that tragic accident was , but we also know that another couple died in the household that day due to the same circumstances. Weird, their names were never released to the world.