Worth

20 Chapter One: Finally

The cold wind of the late night streets made its way through every winding strand of tall and bright buildings it could find.

Kirishima smiled as he looked up at the sky, his fingers curled around the fabric of his jacket, pulling it so that it held his warmth tighter to his skin.

The boy shivered as he made his way down the street, a stupid smile on his lips as he thought of that one line from a poem he read to his little siblings when they slept.

Midnight strands of shiny lights, collecting over darkened nights.

He didn't know exactly why he liked that like so much, but it made him happy so he didn't question it.

Now as the cold wind began to beat against his neck, his nose and cheeks turning red under the blue haze of light that cascaded from the skies shadows, the boy pulled his hoodie over his head, shoving his hands into his pockets as he crossed the street.

Once he was close enough to the building, it was like he had a preview of the inside.

He could already feel the music pounding under his feet, he could smell the liquor and smoke in the air, he could feel absence of space around him, the claustrophobia sticking to his skin like humidity before he even set foot in the building.

The red head smiled as there wasn't a line, and the bouncer that night happened to be a friend of his mother and let him in.

The boy smiled at his luck, sure to not start to be to dependent on it and remember to be greatful.

But greatful or not, Kirishima was used to being lucky. He was fortunate and never took it for granted but definitely never rejected it.

Luck was just on his side.

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"Oh, are you fucking kidding me?" Izuku hissed as he tripped on someone's shoe, their drink spilling all over him.

"Hey! Watch it!" The stranger shouted and Izuku scowled, wiping the red liquid from his skin.

"Fuck you asshole." The boy rolled his eyes, looking up to the strangers gaze. "This shirt cost more than you do, fuckin dick."

The man in front of him was tall but skinny and somewhere in the back of Izukus head, he was rating him, deciding he'd need a solid six shots and a line of coke before he touched the man with a ten foot pole.

"Oh does it? Well I'm so fuckin sorry, here let me help." The stranger pouted, reaching out and ripping the shirt.

In reality, the shirt he wore was only a long sleeve white button down dress shirt. The fabric wasn't fancy and the brand wasn't expensive.

But this guy didn't know that, and even so, who the fuck does something like that.

The teen froze as he looked at the tare and listened to the man and his friends laugh.

He sucked his tongue, nodding as he processed the strangers audacity before looking up, his piercing green eyes glaring at the man's.

"Apologize." He told him and all the stranger did was laugh, so Izuku repeated himself. "Apologize."

When the man continued to laugh, Izuku just nodded, understanding that this was only gonna go one way.

And so without warning, he reached up, grabbing the strangers shoulders to get some since of balance as his knee flew up, immediately making painful contact with the others dick.

"Fuck!" The guy immediately hunched out, his face white in pain and a look like he wanted to vomit, coming across his face.

Before he had the chance to defend him, Izuku pulled one hand from one of the others shoulders, forming a fist as he swung back and then forward, throwing his whole body weight into the punch as it cracked against the strangers face.