A blind eye

chapter 3

The stacks of designs on the desk, clothes thrown on the rack, fluffy foam peeking out from the unfinished plushies and that irritating scent. Luz had enough, he wanted to jump out of this 5 story building right now. 'Relax.. If i can go through this hell hole.. The better #*$&@@' he sighed and swept his hair back. The long lavender hair was the only thing he liked about himself.

Taking off his uniform, he examined his body. The bruises from yesterday were still visible. His blind eye twitched, his concentration ability had activated without him knowing. Looking at the time, he was standing in front of the mirror for about 10 mins. "Looks like reality gotten me real good.." he mumbled.

Luz quickly changed into his purple hoodie with a triangle on the back and some black shorts. Plopping himself on his old crappy chair he went to work. Making plushies for his clients.

Adding up another order to the list (the school bully did pay him so he technically a client now), Luz had a total of 21 plushies to make. 7 All Mights, 5 Endeavors, 3 Hawks, 2 Gang Orcas, 2 Washes and a Miriko. Forgot Present Mic, and a Present Mic. Luz narrowed his make list, at first starting off the whole plushy business, it all started with some popular manga/anime characters. But now it's all hero shit all over.

He scratched his head as he just looked at the cut out fabrics of all might, then turned to the clock. He can use up all his stamina in concentration to work through most of the orders to night. But an all nighter would definitely hit him hard next morning. Shrugging luz just plugged his earphones in and went to work, and hoping that his father is asleep or out of the house when he goes for some snacking.

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Luz ended up gagging again in the early morning as his quirk drawback kicked in with fatigue. He was glad most of his orders for his clients were finished and ready to be delivered, but was it worth his health and sleeping schedules? The jewels choked him as he attempted to get them out of his throat. Taking deep breaths to calm himself down, he looked into the colourful gems. Disgusting, was his first thought.

His drawback process was terrible, hurting and always came with a surprise. Gems, rubies, diamonds, crystals, you name them. Luz had spat/gagged them countless times. It was just rocks to him, colourful rocks. Nothing more. He hadn't eaten anything that night and he felt like throwing up his intestines.

Looking at his finished work; all of the all might plushies, endeavor and hawks were in a spare box. His blind eye twitched as he averted his gaze. Maybe this hobby of his was too much for him, taking up time and dragging him down. He had many things to do, like homework.

He sighed as he looked into his social account where he did all his plushy sellings. Maybe taking a break wasn't that bad after all.

Luz wondered as his gaze fell on to the awakening sky.

The lavender teen had to get out of the sickening house, the smell was killing him. Not only the living room, but the whole house was trenched in beer and smoke scent. His uniform smelled the same too.

He gritted his teeth as the cool morning breezes of 6 am blew right at him. Luz's lavender hair was all greasy like a rat, good thing he did it into a small man bun. He hoped by the time he had arrived at school (after stroll/sewing parts for plushies in the park or wherever), the smell was gone from him.

The class started to fill in as Luz stared into the void as his head was on top of his desk. His man bun had perished over the morning and dirt was clearly visible on his black uniform. He was hungry and tired all morning, and when he thought the morning was peaceful, he was wrong.

His morning was gone in a flash, a small convenience store where he was going to get his hunger problem solved got robbed and Luz got into some hostage shit (the villains saw his plushy and wanted it but Edgeshot came in and saved the day), had to deal with the press (running away quickly, leaving the rest to the hero. Secretly the pro hero was going to do that but Luz made the move first), than get chased by a weird looking villain down the streets as hawks swept in and saves the day (he saw his own plushy and bombarded Luz with a lot of questions, wanted it badly but he wasn't the one to pay it nor the original client), slipped on a banana peel and went for a ride down hill and most importantly gagged some more gems out.

His morning was filled with adventures he wished never happened, some of his makeup supplies (hate to admit it but he emo at some point) had to go bye bye into the garbage. And yes, it was the expensive ones. Luz felt like he was already in his grave, suffering. His peers looked at him with empathy, unknown to him in the morning the convenience store accident was streaming live and they had seen Hikaru run away from the press and the crowd. And also the plushies he had stuffed in his big bag.

Yep, today was going to be one hell of a day, morning adventures, meeting most of his clients and handing them merch they had ordered, and possibly more fun times waiting. Fun, fun, fun.