HIATUS

7- Responsibility

*Musutafu*

The sky was pitch black with a somewhat eerie atmosphere. The only thing illuminating the dark town was the multiple street lamps and buildings. Fortunately, one of said buildings harbored a teary eyed greenette who was muttering incoherently.... while stuck on the building's wall.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid! Now he'll be angrier when I get back! You know *sniff* what? I don't care!" The young teen grit his teeth.

"Dad's being stupid! "With great power comes great responsibility"? What a bunch of malarkey! Responsibility my ass..."

Izuku kept ranting until he felt his stomach grumble. "*sniff* Huh? Oh, forgot I didn't eat today..." As he said this his eyes wandered below to a 7-Eleven across the street. He hastily wiped his unshed tears before dropping silently to the street below.

The entire time a dark figure crouched on a conveniently placed gargoyle witnessed the teen's angst.
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Izuku walked through the isles looking for a quick snack to munch on. The entire time he skulked around avoiding the scrutinizing gaze of the old clerk.

"What the hell is his problem?" The greenette thought to himself. Finally plucking some milk tea from the fridges  he walked up to the counter.

The senile man stared at Izuku before speaking.

"550 Yen."

The young man fished through his pockets before setting down what little money he had.

"That ain't enough kid." The old man slid the money back to the boy.

"Woah c'mon all I'm missing is 20 Yen." Izuku's words fell on deaf ears.

"Yeah you're missing 20 Yen which means you can't afford this. Just go pick out somethin' cheaper." The young man did a double take.

"What do you mean cheaper? This is the cheapest thing I can find." Izuku argued, much to the old man's chagrin.

"You can't afford this? What, daddy didn't give you enough milk money?" He said in mock naivety before continuing.

"Well I forgot where it's my problem. If you ain't buying nothin' then get out."

The greenette fumed silently, he snatched the bottle of milk tea before going back to browse. "Heh, youngin thinks he's above his elders." The old man scoffed until he felt a foul smelling tendril slither around his throat.

"W-wha!?" The elder yelped as the grip on his throat tightened. Slowly a large slimy figure emerged from seemingly nowhere, his presence terrifying the man greatly.

"Open the register you old sack of bones unless you want your head to go pop!" The sludge man threatened. Nodding as best he could the old man got to opening up the villain's prize.

"Hey how much is....."

An awkward silence ensued as both the sludge man and clerk stared at the young boy. Izuku himself staring right back.

"W-well don't just st-stand there! Help me!" The old clerk cried. Izuku wanted to help, he really did but he's already gone through so much that day that he just wasn't up for more trouble.....

Especially for someone as rude as this guy.

"You better stay right there brat. Otherwise I'll us