Through the Memories We Hold Dearly (A BNHA Male reader X Mina story) (Book 2.5)

Chapter 27: No Strings on Me...

David

"I ain't your average sicko. I'm dead, just like disco..."

His hand rummaged through his jacket pocket as he stood in front of a vending machine filled to the brim with bottles of water, sequestered a little off the path towards the main roads. The coins clinked together before David sighed and pulled out the right amount, slotting the right amount of foreign currency into the machine. The bottle thumped against the hatch and it was quick to be grabbed.

"My bank account is zero, zero, zero, oh no..."

David took a quick swig of the drink and exhaled with relief before putting it in his jacket. The morning sun greeted him a moment later after adjusting his signature black cap to conceal his face. Even then, the moment felt serene to him.

The rest of the lyrics were hummed quietly. In his other hand rested a pack sandwiches he took a brief glance at.

I guess it'll have to do for breakfast at this rate. Won't have much time for anything more for a while...

Ahh, good ol' 20th July. Same as any other day on this island. Stressful as fuck.

"Tch, and I can't even get that song out of my head now. What was it again? Who's Ready for Tomorrow? Not me, that's for sure." David grumbled and took a look around the area. The crowd was thinning out the further he got from the busier parts of the region. Enough so that he didn't need to be as cautious in public. "Still, could be far worse than- Ow!"

His breathing hitched at the sudden pulse of leftover pain across his right arm, now wrapped in bandages underneath his jacket. Even now the affects of that difficult night bit away at him. David's tendrils, currently tucked away out of view from curious eyes, had all recovered to their maximum amount given enough time across the past few days. Then again... it wasn't like the rest of his body was much better in comparison.

Even with all the rest David gave himself across his unofficial stay at I-Island, his muscles ached like someone held a lighter against his skin. He winced at one such agonising streak across his chest. "Fuck... Three days since that shit-show ended for good and I still have hardly anything to show for it except some piece of junk hardly worth using..." David grumbled.

A sense of relief washed over him once his black eyes locked on to the warehouse he had grown oh-so familiar with. Not like David had a choice in the matter.

All I've been doing is laying low in that godforsaken place, all in the hopes of waiting for everything on this island to die the hell down.

Can't say it hasn't done me any favours... Only until yesterday have I actually been able to walk outside properly.

In spite of the otherwise reassuring outcome, David's eyes scanned everywhere as he approached his makeshift "hideout," if it could even be called such a thing. Nothing out of the ordinary, yet he of all people knew that could change instantly.

Heroes were everywhere for the I-Expo being held over here, and the Tendril user had no doubt that All Might himself wouldn't let him off the hook for long. To give a man with unfathomable power a chance to recover and hunt him down... Such a possibility simply couldn't come to reality. "Then again... I suppose they were keeping things on the down-low to avoid public panic. Their precious little island getting infiltrated from the inside?" David whistled at the possibility, the media criticism that would unfold wouldn't be nice... for them. "Eh, I'll take it if it means I'm not questioned too much in public."

As he rounded a corner and approached the side door, however, another set of thoughts began to plague him this morning; how David Veer even got to this point in his life.