Chapter 3: Belongings

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You waited in silence for his judgement, for him to call you a criminal, a villain, and to call the police or fight you himself. You waited for what seemed like forever as he processed, you couldn't even look at him, you were too ashamed.

Finally, he spoke up. "That sounds like it was really hard on you."

"Yeah..." You said, unsure of what to say.

"How did you survive?" He asked, leaning back in his chair. There was no trace of judgement in his voice, only concern.

"It was winter when I initially ran away, so I went into hibernation pretty much. I- I ate lots of raw fish when it warmed up. Bought mcdonalds when I could find a dollar or two. I found a cave that I made my home."

"When did you start finding people on the beach?"

"I... I didn't do anything until after winter is over and I started getting sick again, so I had to." The tears came in a constant stream. He looked like he wanted to comfort you, to reach over there and give you a hug, but he didn't. To him you looked so sad and broken. Looking at you stirred something inside of him, he wanted so desperately to help you: this girl he barely knew. Just as you felt you wanted to crawl into his lap, to soak up the Human affection you'd been deprived of for six years.

The two of you sat there in silence for a moment, each waiting for the other to speak. He passed you a box of tissues, which you gratefully took to blow your nose and wipe your eyes.

"I don't want to go back..." you whispered without thinking. "I don't want to go back to the cave. Don't make me go back."

"You don't have to go anywhere," He said gently, "I can't say you can stay here forever, but I'm a man of my word. Once our time together Is over I will make sure you never have to be homeless again. If you work with me, I can get you a job at one of my hero agencies, or pay for you to go to school. Whatever you want!"

A fresh wave of tears came to your eyes, more grateful than words can describe. You thanked him repeatedly.

"But first, before I let you get too comfy in here, we should go get your stuff."

"I-I thought we were gonna go get it tomorrow?"

"Well, I was, but I figured you wouldn't want to get all comfy and settled in and then have to go back."

"That makes sense," you said, wiggling uncomfortably.

"Well," he stood up from the couch, his hulking figure casting a shadow over you. "Let's go!"

He lead you into the elevator and down the entirety of the skyscraper. It was as immaculate as the rest of the building, white marble with gold embellishments. As you entered the lobby, you realized just how damn rich this man was, as if his penthouse wasn't sign enough. There was a small luxury restaurant near the lobby, and many workers bustling around. It looked more like a hotel than an apartment building.

"This is the most amazing apartment building I've ever seen!" You gasped in astonishment.

"It's a hotel," he chuckled, greeting the elevator attendant as you stepped off.

"Wow! How can you afford to stay here? It's so damn fancy".

"I- Well I actually own it," he said bashfully.

It should have been obvious, the name "Might Towers" was plastered everywhere, from the signs on the doors and windows to the small pens at the front desk.

"Oh my god! I didn't realize being a hero was so lucrative."

"Well, it pays the bills. I wanted to have a place to myself, but my sidekick convinced  me to invest instead. So, I opened a hotel." he said modestly. He led you over to the front desk. The manager was a well dressed man, impeccably kept. He had small glasses perched on the tip of his nose. He pushed them up and smiled as Toshinori approached.

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