Erasermic hanahaki "Only You"

Night in the City

Shota's POV:

I rarely ever left my house nowadays. I didn't like being outside. In the summer, when there wasn't school, I spend ALL my time in my apartment. Yeah, I was still a pro hero, but most didn't know if I was alive or not so I rarely had missions. When I did though, I did them in privacy. I didn't need the attention or praise, I guess that's why I'm an underground hero. All of a sudden I felt rumbling in my stomach.

"Damn. I'm hungry." I hadn't eaten in about 3 days. That's how I lived mostly, I went days without eating a thing, and when I did eat, I mostly threw it up. I got out of bed, placing the gun back on the nightstand. I walked over to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, not bothering to turn on the lights. I actually never had any lights on, with the exception of the light just when you walk in the apartment. I used that light to lightly illuminate my WHOLE apartment, just enough so I could actually see were I was going.

"I'm ugly as fuck." I said, feeling around my hair and face. I slowly walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. Opening a small cabinet, I pulled out a bowl. I reached for the pantry door handle to get some chips or cereal or something, only to find it was completely empty. "God dammit, looks like I have to go shopping."

I looked down at the watch on my wrist that read, 2:34 A.M.

3rd Person POV:

The black- haired male walked over to the curtain to look at the late night's darkness. This was another one of the few reasons he ever left his apartment. "Look's like it's good enough." He said looking around the room and starting to get ready. He threw on a black hoodie and black ripped jeans. He also had his scarf on. He may have not been on hero work, but he always wore it.

He grabbed his wallet and a set of keys that were previously hanging on a hook next to his door. The man, who looked very tired and pale, stepped out of his apartment and headed downstairs towards the exit.

Once on the street, he noticed how empty it was. Usually there were druggies or drunk college kids out at night in this part of town, but tonight it was almost silent. Not even the sound of cars, kinda beautiful. He slouched over and started his journey to the convenient store. He was at the end of a street, almost to the store, when a couple turned the corner. *Slam!* Shota slammed right into them.

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