Not Your Hero bxb

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"Four more offers!" Dels mom calls from the kitchen of their small house is London.

The offers were from dojos by their soon to be house, trying to get Del to compete for them after they move.

Some offered up to 70,000 dollars. Del didn't care where he trained, he wasn't much of a talker in the first place.

"Ok," Del shouted back lamely, dragging another bag down the short set of stairs that connected the floors of their home.

"Oh, here, Honey," His mom said offhandedly and set another bag on top of the box's in his hands.

Del hummed and carried everything out to the car. He wasn't sure how he felt about moving.

He wasn't leaving anyone behind but he liked London, it was nice here. And all the horror stories from America scared him a bit. Does everyone really have a gun? Why?

They were leaving in three hours for the airport, a twelve hour ride no one was looking forward to.

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Del walked around the middle of his new town two days after his arrival now that the house resembled something other than a cluttered storage unit.

He saw only one dojo, all other at least an hour away. They had made an offer of free training time and that's it. No 70,000 dollars. Del now knew why.

The place was a wreck. The sign out front was close to crashing down and the brick out front was cracked beyond belief.

"Stop looking at the place like it has an std," Someone commented from behind Del.

"Sorry," Del mumbled, paying no attention to the new person standing behind him.

"Mind moving out of the way?" The boy asked, annoyance clear in his voice.

"You train here?" There was no judgment in Dels voice but the boy still answered defensively.

"No,"

Del hummed and side stepped out of the way. He let out a little puff of air when the boy walked past and into the dojo.

In a spur of the moment decision Del followed behind only to be hit with the sent of sweat and socks.

"I know," the boy commented when Del couldn't hold back a small cough.

"What are you doing here if you don't train here?" The question fell from Dels mouth before he could process anything.

"My dad owns the place. Who the hell are you?" The boy finally turned around so Del could see his face.

Shaggy dark hair, thin framed glasses, paper white skin, and freckles from forehead to fingertips.

"I'm new, thinking I might train here." Del commented offhandedly.

There were no trophies anywhere or pictures of any students or anything. Just lockers, stacked mats, and punching dummies.

"Max, you home?" A gruff voice shouted from a room connected to the main room, probably an office of some sort.

"Yeah, dad. There's a guy here too." The hidden man grumbled before swinging open the office door and walking out.

He tripped and fell to the floor when he saw Del, shocked and now embarrassed as he scrambled to his feet.

"M-mr- Robb," The man introduced and held his hand out.

"Del Lock," Del took his hand in a firm shake with a head nod.

"W-what brings you to my dojo?" Mr. Robb's voice shook with each word he spoke.