rooftop boy

a night at a rooftop

Author note :
Hii! I just want to deliver the news maybe I'd be a little bit slow on updating because It's the end of the year while I wrote this you know! End of the year means end of the semester which means many projects! While that I'm also a little bit sick I've been coughing and a little fever so please be patient thank you~~

Third person POV 
Midoriya went home forgetting he was supposed to buy beers from that his father asked the grocery store, He realise about that when It was already 6 : 18 PM on the front door. He was supposed to be home at 5 : 30 PM the latest, but the tragedy of the villain attack. He knew If he's late, or disobey any of his 'Father' rules or request he would get a lecture and a slap or the worst his father is going to beat him up. But mostly he just did some punishment like made him sleeping outside in cold, forced him to burn his fingers and more. He's used to his slaps and beats considering how much he gets it from school or home.

He opened the door to be welcomed with his father laying on the couch and watching the TV. With no any welcomes or anything like how a loving parents act to their child, his father just asked "Where's my beer I asked you to buy?" then Izuku just stared in silence, the only thing could be heard is the man talking in TV, when a second later Izuku father asked again "Where is my damned beer I asked you to buy?!" he said angrily. Then Izuku replied "Sorry father.. I forgot to buy it..". "First you're late and now you bring no fortune to me!" His father spoke loudly. "You really piss me off at alot of time and I'm done with it. You're sleeping outside tonight! and get ready for it tomorrow." Izuku nodded and went outside.

a few hours later, 10 : 54 PM He just thought It'd be better if he just went off somewhere, where there's peace and quiet and not the sound of TV or his father anger issue being heard the whole night, or to avoid being dragged in used as a punching bag while his dad is mad. He thought, his dad wouldn't cared so much, cause the last time when he was 11 he run away. No police we're trying to find him, no missing posters, a sign that his dad isn't trying to look for him. While later someone reported me to the police. Later on, he walked around the town trying to to find a place where he could find peace and quiet. Then, he found an abandoned building rooftop where he could sit there and have some peace and quiet to himself. He could felt the cold breeze of the night wind, the sound of a few cars passing the street, a cats meowing. The city light It's so bright, he enjoyed all these city night alone.

Eraserhead POV 

It's 11 : 43 PM almost 11 : 00 PM ( 11 o'clock),  I was patrolling like the usual jumping from building to building, flying with my scarf watching the streets. I saw a kid sitting in the edge of the rooftop, in his uniform.. It seems like a middle school boy. I was concerned, what would a middle school kid sitting in the rooftop edge of a 5 floor building, while It's almost midnight. I flew there with my scarf, not wanting the kid to notice me, I approached him slowly and carefully. When I was hiding somewhere in the rooftop I heard the kid talked "Who are you? And why are you here? Are you trying to disturb my peace?". I am surprised, I am trained, even no one has spotted me while I was hiding, how did this kid knows that I am here?

I made my appearance and replied " I am a pro-hero, may I ask what are you doing here? It's almost midnight kid, It's dangerous. Who's your parents?". I slowly walked closer to the kid, just to stay safe this kid might jump. I've met a few, no, a lot of teenagers on midnight standing, or sitting in the edge of a rooftop. I was able to save all of them, they're easy to convince or not, I could catch them with my scarf. "My parents? Haha! Why'd you asked?" The kid replied. "Well- kid It's not safe being here, midnight. Besides, what are you doing here? What are you planning?" I asked with concern, I have a bad feeling asking this. the atmosphere around me felt so gloomy when the kid answered "Hm.. I'm trying to find peace and quiet.. not like in home..he wouldn't even care anyway..". He? Who is He? Is it his father?.. "He? Who is he?" The kid just stared at me for a few seconds the replied, "You don't need to know." 

I've met all sorts of kid, but no kids are hard as this one, He's just hard to observe. I still don't know for sure what is he doing here especially at midnight. Being alone, in a rooftop? It's dangerous for a middle schooler, He won't tell me a single piece of information about him, It's unclear to know what he exactly wants. 'Finding peace and quiet' ? Wouldn't It will be quiet and peaceful at midnight? Well- I mean everyone's asleep, what does he exactly by that? 

To know him better, I decided just to have a chit chat with the kid, I offered "Peace and quiet? What do you mean by that? Why don't you just come and sit here with me and tell me about it?" I asked, and hoped he would tell me at least a little bit of information. "Hm... do you know.. what does it felt like being.. discriminated?". He asked, discriminated? Did he get discriminated? Is it because of his quirk? "Discriminated?" I asked. "Mhm... have you ever felt what is it like being quirkless?" I am fascinated by his questions, quirkless? I can't imagine how much quirkless people are being mistreated by this world full of devils. what I've heard is that many quirkless people died before the age of 24, mostly cause of them driven to suicide because of them being mistreated, discriminated, bullied physically and mentally.

Remembering how most of quirkless kids are treated, he asked " Kid, are you okay? are you being well.. bullied? or abuse perhaps?", I asked that, then all we can hear is some cars passing around the street, I've heard the kid sighed and answered "Isn't obvious? What would a middle year school teenagers doing in a rooftop in the middle of the night.. and his parents not trying to find him?.. ah yes.. do they even notice?". I then hugged him, he fell into tears. I felt poor how quirkless people are treated, when they did nothing just born quirkless, they'd get discriminated, bullied, abused. 

to be continued...
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