Quirkless Rejects

Asia

Izuku and Dad border hopped into Russia through the shadows using Shadow Walk. They slithered their way into St. Petersburg. Once in, he and Dad stayed in the shadows, not using the quirk, and scouted out the city. With around 5 million residents in whole, Izuku planned to only stay there for around a month or two. They needed to be quick and on their toes.

Or...

Izuku glanced a the boats in the canal. Or on the water. He and Dad entered a public restroom. In their own respective stalls, they got changed. The two had changed wardrobes multiple times during their time in Europe, whether it was to stay in disguise or because their old clothes were ruined in a fight or just by living on the streets doing dangerous stunts. Izuku slipped into some tan khakis and a pastel pink shirt with an unzipped blue hoodie on. He undid his ponytail and pulled out a can of hair gel. Izuku greased back his green locks. He wiped off his hands and put on some normal black sunglasses. He packed up and exited the stall a new man. Izuku looked over to see Dad leave his stall.

Dad, sporting sunglasses with a silver lens, wore black jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black jean jacket making him look a lot like Doom, sans hair. Dad had his long hair pulled into a messy bun. Izuku nodded. "Not bad, not bad at all." Dad scoffed. "You lo- li- a kid." Izuku stuck his tongue out at him. "I look like a tourist, that's what I look like. You look like a thug." Dad shrugged. "I'm okay wi- that."

Izuku grabbed Dad's arm and entered a shadow. They couldn't risk being caught coming out of the bathroom as two different people. If anything, the cameras saw them go in, but not come out. Izuku slid in between two buildings and popped them out. They stretched.

"I very much dislike that feeling," Dad complained.

Izuku nodded. "Me too." He held out his hand. "Map." Dad pulled it from his bag and handed it to Izuku. Izuku unfolded the paper. He closed his eyes then opened them, the iris's shining yellow so they could see it in the shadows of the alleyway.

"Let's board a boat and travel through the canals to get a layout of the city." He ran his finger along the waterways of the city. "Also, we should check out the Hermitage Museum. I feel that will be a popular spot. We can make a list as we go through the canal's about which places to hit as we see them, k?"

"Sounds good to me," agreed Dad.

Izuku folded the map and gave it back to Dad. The two entered the streets again and made their way to the nearest dock. Dad handled the talking with what little they knew and paid. He came back with two tickets. "Next ride in an hour." He nodded. Izuku ran his hand through his hair. He looked at it. Grease. Izuku wiped his palms on his pants. He hated some of their 'disguises' for this very reason.

Izuku and Dad spent the hour walking around nearby but made sure to be on time to board their boat. The two were very grateful for the slow times they were allowed to have. While they were scouting out the land, they also found time to just enjoy the boat ride. Izuku took a picture of him and Dad on the boat with the sun setting behind them and casting a glare on the waters.

The two marked out specific places on the map to 'revisit' and 'check out' during their stay. They recognized a few Europeans milling around, most likely those who fled Europe during the 'epidemic.'

Izuku stepped off the boat, Dad following. He wobbled a bit. "Got sea legs?" Dad asked. Izuku nodded. "Yeah, I guess." Izuku and Dad went into a hotel nearby. While in the lobby, Izuku fiddled with the ID's in his pocket, changing the names, pictures, and dates with a simple art-transverse quirk. Izuku handed the ID's to the man at the front counter.

"Welcome, Mr. Mideon," the man said, handing the ID's back to Dad. Dad and he entered their hotel room. "'Mideon?'" Dad questioned. "Sometimes I wonder if you pull these names on the fly."