~Third Person P.O.V~

Izuku was tired.

It was nearing closer and closer to nightfall and here he sat, in the middle of a restaurant, in another country- oh and did I mention he lost his phone?

Turns out he left it in the taxi when he was getting out.

So that's nice.

His emotions were all over the place, he was scared out of his mind. The nagging thoughts of regret piling up in the base of his stomach, twisting and eating away at him. Maybe he should have just went. God damn it, why didn't he just go? Sure the program was a horrible place, but at least he would have had somewhere to sleep, not have to worry about saving money.

Not have to worry about anything really.

Besides the punishments of course.

But that wasn't the case here. Because he did, in fact, run away- and he has all of these problems that came with it.

As the moon rose up over the horizon and sun set on the opposite side, the small restaurant was nearly at its closing time. Just Izuku's luck. He sighed, finally getting up and giving into the inevitable. 

Hanji, had been quietly observing the small teen from afar- taking mental notes at his body language, appearance, little ticks and such. They had always been a very observant person, or as Levi likes to refer to it as 'Being a nosy little shit'. To say the least, they were...intrigued by the green haired boy.

He was clearly Japanese, they could tell by the accent he had- also by the way he carried himself. Hanji had spent some time in Japan, so that played a big part in their guess. And he was so young, out here by himself- if that didn't sound of any alarms they didn't know what would.

Izuku got up from his booth, neatly placing his silverware onto his plate as he did so. Throwing his backpack over his shoulder he walks out, a steel tight grip on his suitcase as he rolled it.

He figured it was going to be a long night.

The streets were quiet, as long as you exclude the distant shouts, and tires screeching across wet pavement. The air outside was artic and numbing, not something he had anticipated when he packed. Shivering, he pulls his jacket closer together trying to zip it up as best as he could- seeing as though the damn zipper was being stubborn.

He'd have to find a hotel, a cheap one at that.

Turning around the corner he finds himself in alley, a dark, long, shady alley. Just his fucking luck.

Izuku knew it was stupid to be walking down there, a few people lined up on the wall- talking, kicking at rocks, smoking. Honestly it was something straight out of a movie. Hopefully it wouldn't end like it does in movies.

Just as he was about to turn the corner he bumped his shoulder into someone, sending them both staggering backwards. 

"Ah fuck- sorry about that." Izuku chuckled nervously, looking up to be met with a pair of cold silver eyes.

"Watch where you're going brat!" He snapped, holding his icy scowl on his face prominently.

"Look, I already said I was sorry." Izuku scoffed, hoisting himself up. "Asshole." He muttered under his breath.

The man whipped his head around, grabbing the green haired teen's wrist quickly. "The hell did you call me?!"

"I said...'Asshole'" Izuku repeated himself, he could slowly feel himself getting angrier and angrier by the second. He really didn't have the time, nor the patience to deal with any of this tonight.

"Hey Levi we were looking for you- Oh! Hey it's you from earlier!" Hanji exclaimed, prompting both boys to look at them.

Izuku was beyond confusion at the point, he looked back and forth between Hanji and Levi. His facial features slowly becoming composed of a hybrid between perplexed and downright irritation.

"How the hell do you know the kid?" Levi asked, annoyance clear in his tone.

"I was his waiter a few hours ago- he's the one I was telling you about. Remember? The one who seemed kind of sketchy!" Hanji explained, causing Izuku to scoff offendedly.

"I am not 'Sketchy'" Izuku gasped, using air quotations as he did so.

Hanji snorted, ruffling Izuku's hair a bit. "Whatever floats your boat kid, hey uhm- what exactly is happening here?" They asked, tilting their head off to the side a bit.

"He bumped into me, then called me an asshole!" Levi shouted, clearly fed up with everyone at the moment.

"What's new? Everyone calls you an asshole." A new voice said from behind them, snorting a bit as they spoke.

"Fuck off Eren!" Levi growled, folding his arms across his chest.

Eren smirked, hugging Levi from behind as the shorter male began to pout- averting everyone's gaze. "Sorry about him," Eren chuckled, "He can be a bit of a grouch sometimes."

"Sometimes?" Hanji snorted.

"Don't worry about it, I've had my fair share of grouches." Izuku smiled, memories of Katsuki soon flooding his mind.

Pivoting on his heel, Izuku turns to walk the other way- desperately trying to find a hotel, and to get away from them. And he almost succeeded too, that is until-

"Hey kid...do you have a place to stay tonight?"

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Hanji was nice, at least that's what Izuku thought. 

They had offered him a place to stay for the night, despite Levi's irritated protests, what was Izuku going to say? No? Rationally speaking, yes, that is exactly what he should have said. But he was tired, and cold, besides it's not like he couldn't handle himself. And it was only for one night.

Surprisingly, they all stayed in one house...one very large house might he add.

"So what exactly do you guys do?" Izuku asked curiously, Hanji and Eren were put in charge of showing him around.

The two both tensed up, which Izuku had noticed.

"We uhh- well the thing is...uhm..." Hanji turned to Eren for help, all the male had to offer was an awkward shrug of his shoulders.

"Well I mean seeing as though this house might be classified as a mansion, not to mention all the fancy ass cars parked out front- and you all look a bit young to be millionaires." Izuku said flatly, watching in pure amusement as they tensed up once more.

"Look kid...we just- do stuff..." Eren said slowly, really wishing Levi hadn't gone to his office to talk to Sasha and Reiner when he did.

"What kind of stuff? Bad stuff?" Izuku asked, he had a hunch- seeing as though he was dating gang leaders. Well...were they even dating at this point?

Hanji sucked in a breath, they could already tell where this was going. "Look kid...you're smart, I'll give you that. But if we answer your question you can't go to the cops- got it? Not that'd it do you any good, we've got people on the inside so..."

"I'm going to take that as a yes." Izuku chuckled softly, running his hands along the walls that they passed. "And don't worry about that, I know how to keep my mouth shut." He said quietly, giving them a reassuring wink.

"Good."

Hello Cricket Cultists!!

I really wasn't supposed to post today buuuut.....who cares? It's my parents anniversary, so sorry I've been M.I.A with everything today.

I fell like this book is all over the place, and I'm really trying to get inspiration to write this. So um yeah!

Until we meet again!!!