The Demon Within

Chapter 4 Fruits Of My Labor

Key
"Power" - Speech
'Hungry' - Thoughts
"Demon" - Demon

Shameful Plug:

~ BTYB Katsuki's New Nightmares ~

"Kaa-san! I'm home!" Izuku called out, walking into his family's apartment. "Kaa-san?" He called out again, not getting any response.

Slipping off his shoes, he stepped into the living room. There was nothing out of place except for a note that laid on the table. Scanning the room for any other peculiarities, he walked over to the table.

Grabbing the note, he read, "In case you didn't get my text, I left a note. I'll be spending the day with Mitsuki."

Setting the note down, he sighed and went to the bathroom. Stepping in front of the sink, he splashed his face with cold water before looking at himself in the mirror.

His horns hadn't changed at all, neither had the other features of his body. But he knew he wouldn't come to his goal very easily, even with Shiori's abilities. Zipping down the jacket of his tracksuit, he looked at the sweaty mess of his body.

"Shall we resume training another day?" Shiori asked, rippling into the reflection of the mirror.

"Yeah," Izuku muttered back. Taking off the rest of his clothes, Izuku dropped the articles into a basket while Shiori rippled away. Turning on the bath faucet, he waited a few seconds before slipping into the chilling water, relaxing his tense nerves.

For the next few minutes, he cooled down his body with a refreshing bath. A well-deserved reward after his latest training session.

After a few minutes, Izuku was finished with his bath and slipped into a thin set of clothing consisting of just a plain shirt and a pair of shorts. Returning to his room, the freckled boy grabbed his latest notebook, one all about his own abilities and plans for the future. Taking a pencil with him, he returned to the living room and turned on the television.

The first thing that had appeared was an old movie. Uninterested in it, Izuku let a random news station play while he looked over his notes.

In the notebook, he had his workout schedule on the first few pages and simply skipped over them. Then, he skimmed over what he knew about his power. But, he dutifully watched over the third section about the times he's used his power.

There weren't many instances where he had used the power of Shiori, though the few times he had, he always tried to record whatever either of them had remembered. The data had contributed to some minor predictions but also some research about subjects that Shiori decided to avoid or had no knowledge of.

With nothing new to add to the notes, Izuku closed the book and set it on the coffee table. Standing up, he waited for a few seconds for Shiori to come back in her ghostly form. "What should we do now?" He asked his benefactor after he had turned off the tv.

"Perhaps we can go for a walk. It would be a nice change from reading comics." She answered, her arms crossed below her chest.

"There's nothing wrong with comics," Izuku retorted, turning to the door. "I'm going to get the mail."

"Little One, the fantasy you read about is right in front of your eyes. You just have to look up."

Ignoring her comment, he walked out the door and descended the steps of the apartment complex. Fishing a set of keys out from his pocket, he unlocked his family's mailbox and pulled out three letters. Ascending back up the steps, he sifted through the small pile.