Lost

Chapter 2

Izuku woke up with his limbs feeling like overcooked and mushy noodles, and his stomach was tearing itself apart with knots. His vision swam when he sat up. Looking around confused, he then remembers what happened. He stumbles halfway to a window, and then he collapses with a thump. The boy struggles to keep his eyes open when he hears footsteps walking over to him. Akira voice mumbles words that he can't understand, but the tone was sharp and angry. He tries to get up but can instead she picks him up and puts him back in bed.

Akira puts some medicine in his mouth and hands him some water. Izuku knows that he's in no position to refuse the pill and all he could do was hope it wasn't poison. He gulps the water greedily, and then Akira lays him back down. Izuku can feel a wet cloth being placed on his forehead, and it was a God sent. Soon he fell back asleep, he was glad these quirk fevers only last around 12 hours.

He wakes up at around noon body weak from hunger, he hasn't eaten in four days now. Izuku looks around the room. It was a one-room apartment, the only exception to that was the ungodly small bathroom. Next, to the window sleeping, a woman who he assumed was Akira outside of her costume, she looked younger than he thought she was. The greenette frowned he hates it when people think things through. He grabbed his back and snuck quietly to the front door, he really wished he could have left through the window. He unlocked two locks before he felt a sharp and violent tug on his backpack's handle.

"Hey punk, I save ya' life and ya' try to sneak out on me?" Akira let go of his backpack while shaking her head in disappointment in a way he's seen his father do to Tomura. Izuku looked at her with a guilty expression. She sighed, "I think ya' should stay with me, kiddo. With dat' quirk a' yours, I'm not gonna dig, but you're in a lot of danger stayin' on da' streets, you're stayin' wit' me."

"B-but-"

"Don't worry kiddo, it's what a true hero would do. Plus who said I would shelter and feed ya' for free? Ya' gotta clean, dat's all I want from ya." The vigilante said while patting his head when she walked back to her chair.

"I—I can be a vigilante too..." The second part fell into a whisper, but the blue-haired woman laughed, she then realized he was serious.

"Listen, kiddo—wait..." She paused to think, "Actually why don't ya do both? Ya'd be useful with dat' quirk a' yours."

"I can?!" Izuku said ignoring the fact he has to clean for this woman, no older teen, he knew how to clean thanks to punishments from Kurogiri. A wave of guilt crushed his gut. They must be worried sick looking for him. But Izuku knows he can't go back, this was his choice and his choice alone. Being a vigilante/hero would probably help atone for his sins or abandoning them, and assistance it a few murders.

"Well... ya' wouldn't be able to do Vigilante work right away because ya'd need some trainin' Buuuut—"

"I've had some training! I'm going when it comes to one opponent, and I can run and parkour around the city well enough." Izuku looked at her eyes earnestly, he had just noticed her eyes were yellow. She smiled and held a smug expression that reminded him of Tomura when he "low key" bragged.

"Come at me 'den." Izuku looked shocked for a second but then compiled, his hungry and tired body going through the taught motions. He fared well against her for a solid forty-nine seconds before his body hit the ground, and the air was knocked out of his lungs. "I think you would have done a lil' better if you weren't weak from that fever." His stomach growled loudly, "maybe ya a lil' hungry too. At most, I think ya'd last another thirty seconds against me fightin' quirkless and all. What's cha' name?"

"Uh it's Izuku—I've never used my quirks in non-serious combat before, I don't want to hurt anyone, that doesn't mean I can't!" She looked at him and blinked, ignoring what he said. Akira left to the kitchen area of the room and started to cook, and it smelt savory and all-around delicious, he hoped that wasn't just the hunger talking. He wondered if it would be as good as Kuro-Sensei's cooking. Izuku wiped away the tears that started to form at that thought. He can't think about things like that, or he might go back, and he can't go back. Not now, maybe never.