Izuku shivered in the cold night air as he painfully dragged his feet across the concrete. He had been walking for about two hours now and it had just started getting dark. The bottom of his feet were starting to blister from the abuse. The burns now peeled at his skin. His shirt was tattered and basically in shreds he was lucky that his pants survived though. He had been circling around alleyways so that a hero didn't see him. They couldn't help. That's what papa said.
"Hero's will never help."
Finally Izuku reached the end of one of the alleyways. He sat down next to a dumpster slowly closing his eyes. He was so tired. He just wanted some rest. Finally his eyes fluttered shut his body relaxing.
"HEY! Shut up! He waking up." Izuku blinked away sleep looking up at the fingers above him. A tall short haired man stood in the middle of their posse. He had dark brown hair and deep red eyes. He wore a large tank top and jeans. A cigarette sat between his pierced lips. He was pretty muscular and smelled a lot like drugs.
The man to his left was pretty lanky and had on a white hoodie with some sort of metal band design. He also had jeans to cover his pale skin. He was shaking and looking around paranoid. He was definitely on acid.
On the man's right was a tall chubby man who was probably an alcoholic. He wore an undersized white undershirt and black sweat pants. His breath smelled like beer and smoke.
Izuku backed away in fear. Huddling into a fetal position. "Hey we're not here to hurt ya kid." The middle man said. Putting his hand out. "Ya want a job?" He asked. Izuku's ears perked up. "A job?" He asked with a raspy voice. "Yeah! All you have to do is drop off this package where I tell you too."
Izuku stared at him for a minute confused as to why he was offering it. "We'll pay ya too." Now that's what hooked Izuku. He was gonna be on the streets for awhile so he needed so money for food and other supplies. Izuku quickly nodded his head. "Alright-"
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A heart of gold in steel armor
أدب الهواة"Papa?" The frail looking boy called out. His green hair was ruffled over his eyes making it hard to see. He swept them away getting a better look. He felt a bile rise in his throat. "MOMMY!" The small six year old attempted to run to his mothers si...
