One bright and sunny day the city was bustling, people were going to and from work, school, or the store and cars lined the streets. Heros were seen running and leaping over rooftops, ensuring the safety of the people. But in one alleyway, one boy wasn't having such a good day. A green haired teenager could be seen huddled up next to a box, an undersized and tattered blanket only half covering him. The only company he had was his quirk, Scarab, and that was enough. Then he heard a shout, meaning the store owner had found him and he'd need to move again, but before he could, another voice was heard. The boy looked up to see a man with goggles and a scarf talking to the owner, then he walked over to the boy, removing his goggles to show his tired eyes. "C'mon kid, let's get you out of here." That one sentence was enough to fill him with hope, a feeling he would soon share with the world.
OFA will go to Kyoka Jirou.
Nothing used in this is mine.
Thank you @SethTDW for giving me both the Scarab and Lightspeed quirks for this story.
Since he was little, he has always seen weird things. He always thought he had gone completely crazy. No wonder. He thought it was a hallucination something he came up with. Because no one else could see the things. He also doesn't have friends so he suspected that they were probably only imaginary friends.
But unlike his human friends that left him when became four, the imaginary friends remained. There were no nice people he played with or anything. They were terrifying figures from roosing look. Either dripping blood from their body's or something else. He has never heard a word from them, he only got glances. I did one way or another they were taking care of him like a family. I did everything to protect him.
There always was at least one ghost with him. It was really something to get used to it. But he just threw up, ignoring it he was already up. He didn't want to be also someone that went mad