Lonely Hoe | midoriya izuku

Chapter one; the email

You were dead.

So dead.

Today was the deadline where you had to finish the last chapter of your novel, and yet here you were trying to get the  third chapter done with in one night. This wasn't anything new, you were a forgetful young man, so all nighters became the norm for you.

So as you inhaled another can of Red Bull—fingers typing faster than the speed of light on your laptop—a ding from your phone catches your attention.

Resisting the urge to grab it, you check the digital clock on your desk:

11:23 PM

The novel was due exactly at 6:00 AM tomorrow morning, where you also had to attend a meeting at work. So with pure concentration—and another can of Red Bull— you typed away to finish your novel.

When morning Came, heavy eye bags hung off your face like skin tacks. Your (h/c) hair greased, pajamas wrinkly and smelled of body odor, and your glasses sat snug on your nose.

You were the embodiment of unhygienic at that moment, yet when you're too preoccupied with writing, eating, and sleeping the entire weekend—you couldn't really give a shit.

"And send," You Cheered, pressing your mouse against the button 'publish' icon.

Stretching your arms above your head you let out a sigh of content, another novel successfully published and out to the world. Next: take a shower and catch a few snoozes.

Though as soon as you stepped off your computer chair, your wobbly legs gave out on you, making you face plant onto the floor.

"Fuck," You cursed, rubbing your face—feeling your natural oil which made you cringe.

Damn were you dirty.

Dragging yourself to the bathroom you went to take a shower, in hopes that plenty of shampoo and body lotion could cover your odor.

After scrubbing yourself down, you looked into the mirror as your short wet hair stuck to your forehead. No, you weren't self conscious about yourself—in fact you were proud to say that you were ABOVE average.

With your bright (e/c) eyes, plump lips, dimples, and smooth unblemished skin—it was obvious that you were attractive. (Besides the eye bags.)

Yet you were single. Alone.

But hey! Not completely alone, You remembered, you have a goldfish named Fred!

Ah yes, Fred.

A small pitiful goldfish that sat in a too large fishtank, with many fake coral,seaweed, and seashells.

After that thought, you changed into CLEAN clothes, you hopped into bed with phone in hand—sleep totally out of your mind as you typed in your passcode. Usually this happened, you say you're going to hit the hay, but end up watching YouTube, or scrolling through Instagram.

Humming softly as you hugged your pillow, you looked at your emails—remembering the ding from earlier. It was probably some junk mail again, though some of the junk mail amused you greatly. Such as the "Smart Water" AD email. Now that made you have a good laugh.

Looking down at the glowing screen, you paused:

"Buy A Hero?" You questioned outloud, (e/c) eyes scanning over your phones screen in thought.

       Are you sad? Lonely? Single?

Well worry no longer—with an artificial humanoid intelligence created by HERO CORP, you can live in pure HAPPINESS. These humanoids ,other wise known as HEROES, are just like REAL people! And are made just for YOU! With the order to please imbedded in their brains, they will do absolutely anything for you! Who doesn't love that?!

They cook, they clean, they ask you about your day— and even better these beautiful works of machinery have their own abilities to protect YOU and you family!

With super strength, explosives, fire and ice, mind control, etc,. These heroes will keep you PROTECTED, LOVED, and SATISFIED!

Order one now at 1-800-HERO!

  
   With mouth parted in disbelief, you shut off your phone and rolled over on your side.

   Humanoid? Being loved by a machine? Abilities? Hero? Who on earth would buy something like that!

     you would. And here you are, on a website choosing which 'human' you'd like—and damn they were EXPENSIVE!! They costed two months of rent!

   With a frown, you clicked a random one. After all, did it really matter? Plus your actions were influenced by the power of Red Bull.

   Izuku Midoriya

Quirkless or Quirk?

   What's the difference? You though, clicking Quirkless without a second thought. Not really caring what a 'quirk' was.

   And with that, you grinned happily. 

★Author's Note★

    I'm a noob writer. Beware.

Smart Water: A genetically Modified liquid that boosts your IQ.