Lost and Yet to be Found

Chapter 2

Izuku pov

3 years later (10 year old)

I woke up with a nightmare, the same one as always and looked around at my makeshift home. It was the second of three floors of an abandoned warehouse building I stumbled across a few years ago. Once I got up I decided to go out for the day. I put on my pair of white pair of gloves and pocketed a few pocket knives. One large knife was strapped to my thigh and two smaller ones in my pockets. I put on my favorite black pair of cargo pants and pulled on a long sleeve hoodie. I then put on my yellow contacts to cover my toxic green eyes. I turned and looked in a broken mirror I found a few weeks ago. I didn't really recognize the person staring back at me. I suppose that that's a good thing but it was sort of unnerving. The boy in the cracked mirror was short, way too skinny, and had blue hair and yellow eyes. I don't think anyone could identify me.

My day to day life goes something like this

Get up

Do online schooling (Finish around noon)

Go to Takoba Municipal Beach and look for anything of value

Sell it at the pawn shop down the street

Take the money and buy food

Go back to my bad neighborhood

fix up my house and go to bed or

Go for a walk

Look up martial arts/ self defense/ weapons training videos online

Practice as much as i can

Then I go to bed

I've played the victim of many different child predator situations but each time I was 'kidnaped' all it took was a single touch and they would fall. Im saddened by death like every other person, however i am simply more used to it then most. A sort of tolerance, if you will. I've also gotten a fair collection of scars covering my body. Most are from would-be-murderers and the others are from fights I had when I was little. Well, not really fights because I never fought back. I just took it and walked home. However if being quirkless taught me anything it was that people become very arrogant with beatings. There were countless times when I could have blocked and fought back, heck I probably would have won. But back then I was under the idea that I was, well, useless.

Today was going to be different I could tell. So when I hopped on my fixed computer and hooked it up to the wifi in the neighboring building, I was surprised to see that I finished all of my required classes for high school. I was surprised and impressed at the same time. So I decided to treat myself to a nice lunch. I got on my cleanest set of clothes. (it was a pair of brown khakis and a light blue dress shirt with a black long sleeved undershirt and a medical mask on my face, and my famous white gloves.) After I put my contacts into place I strolled out into the street and down the sidewalk.

Once I arrived at the small coffee shop I was slightly alarmed when I noticed it was a cat cafe. I did a quick check and found my skin completely covered by some form of clothing so I took a deep breath and walked in. instantly i was swarmed with cats and i froze . It wouldn't be the first time I accidentally killed an animal that was a little too curious. I waited, and waited, and waited. I let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding and when I looked around there was the entire cafe staring at me with a confused expression. I mumbled out an apology and sat at a booth.

After a moment I could feel a strange sensation and looked to see a homeless looking man staring at me with daggers. The look would have scared me but the fact that there was a cat on top of his head had me more confused than worried. The longer I stare at him the more I notice his eye bags, his black hair pulled loosely into a bun, and the fact that he is having a completely normal conversation with the person across from him. The other guy (I can't really tell too much about him because I wouldn't dare lose this game of impromptu staring contest) is wearing a tan or brown trench coat and has short hair.