A blind eye

chapter 2

"Are you Arrows?" the indigo haired, tired looking teen asked Luz. he nodded, his lavender hair swinging back and forth in the process. The two were in an alley like some drug traders but whatever, Luz took off his backpack and crouched down to get the eraserhead plushy he made.

"Uh, ok. Didn't know the plushy was going to be that big." The eraserhead plushy was roughly about 15 inch/40 cm tall, it was quite the something.

"Well.. here's your hand made plushy you requested Erasercatislife." Luz stood up and handed the plushy to the tired teen. For some reasons, it must be the lack of sleep Luz always has, the indigo hair looked a lot like himself, but taller. No one can defeat the height of 169 cm.

"Thanks..." the indigo hair replied and squeezed the plushy.

"This is...soft..?"

"As it should be."

Luz swung his backpack over and was ready to leave the alley. The people passing by streets were looking at them weird. "Alright, here's $ 30." "sweet."

The two tired teens parted ways.

Erasercatislife or commonly known as Shinso held the eraserhead plushy in his hands, examining the precious merch. He couldn't believe it was hand made. The plushy was well detailed and had the exact looks of his favorite pro hero, and let's not forget how soft and squishy it is. Shinso was glad he had bought the merch.

Slowly heading home to finish up other plushies in making, Luz came across an antique store that was well hidden. Unlike most of his generation, Luz loved antiques. Old stuff in general. The 1900's stuff that were stashed away were good stuff to collect. Without a second thought, he entered the store immediately.

Bell chimed as he opened the shop door, the older the building better the stuff inside. Luz was greeted with an old lady behind the counter.

"Say.. you're quite a young fella aren't you? Well look around I have plenty of stuff that might catch your eye, son." she fostered to the isles of antiques. 'Ma'am, I think everything in here might catch my eye.' Luz said to himself and nodded to the old lady.

The isles were amazingly long and packed, interesting stuff was there. Passing by the jewelries, Luz stumbled across some questionable pines. A USSR pine and many more war related ones, how he find it? Not sure. Questions for the owner? MANY. Luz was going to get the pine in anyway.

Clothes were quite unusual, they were old and dusty but still in good condition. He found a cool looking suit, something like those old time american mafias would wear. Some old jeans were present too.

He walked out of the isles and to the counter to pay for the historic pine he had found. The best thing he could find for now. The old lady took out her glasses and looked at the pine. "My..my.. Is this all you need?" Luz nodded in response. "Not much of a talker I see... wondering where i got this pine, eh?" he nodded again.

Half way listening to the story of her great grandfather coming back from USSR for studying there, Luz gagged. It was yet again his typical excuse of a draw back he had to deal with everyday. The old lady asked his health status with a worried tone. Luz held up his clenched hand as a sign he was fine.

"It's just a draw back of my quirk, quite the interesting one actually." Luz showed the jewels that he threw up. She was surprised. "Must be a weird quirk you have there." "yes.." he stashed the fresh batch of jewelries in his hood pocket and paid for the historic pine. "Take care and stay safe kid, villains could be after your gagging quirk." she waved goodbye as he excited the shop.

"You're home late." his father said in an angered tone. Even from the entrance Luz can smell the disgusting scent of beer and smoke, he felt like the air was choking him. He took off his shoes and passed the living room where his father always was, he was going to demand for those jewels he gags. As always.

"Come here and give me what you threw up today." not wanting to get bruised like yesterday, Luz hurried into the kitchen and got out a clean bowl, emptying his hoods pockets. He never paid rent nor groceries for it, beer and hookers were where the jewels always ended up. Luz stayed quiet the whole time, waiting to escape into his room of wonder.

His father grabbed his wrist hard, making him jolt in the sudden contact. "Look at me in the eyes you brat, you think I'm pathetic?" he yelled, saliva spitting out from his mouth and landing on Luz's face. Disgusting.

"N-no.. " the lavender haired teen said as his voice broke, showing fear. A big mistake. Luz's father gains his strength from fear, the more the fear showing, the more powerful. He smirked and harshly let go of the hold, watching his son run into his room for safety.

Luz breathed out heavily as Laz once again activated on by themself to comfort their owner. Daija vu. The same situation everyday. And so the cycle keeps on continuing.