Is that what Shigeo Kageyama is feeling right now?
A deep, deep hole.
A pit of despair.
Is that where Mob is right now?
No, I’m fine.
Mob opened his eyes to the view of his blank ceiling. Glancing to the side, his alarm clock read the time “3:18 AM”; it was way too early to get up; it is summer vacation, after all. Despite that, he couldn’t bring himself to shut his eyes to sleep. He felt horrible and didn’t know why. The white noise filling his head was usually a welcomed sound, but now he was feeling irritated by the eerie silence. What was this sudden rush of emotions he was feeling? It was unlike him to be so easily bothered. Maybe he just needed a way to vent? That usually ended up hurting someone, though. I don’t want to worry anyone. Mob decided to go out on an early morning run to clear his mind, and just maybe that would help him release some unneeded feelings. He changed into his gym clothes and left the house quickly, feeling uneasy about staying any longer in case he suddenly erupted.
Mob didn’t really plan out where he would run to, he just started jogging. The rest he would figure out later. As his legs started moving at a brisk pace, he found his mind trailing off to somewhere else. He felt his chest tighten up as thoughts filtered into his mind faster than he could handle, the world around him becoming a blurry mess of unfamiliar streets, signs, and buildings.
I’m not good enough
I can’t do this
What’s wrong with me?
Why does everything hurt so much?
I should just give up.
I’m not good enough for anybody.
I should just do everyone a favor and-
Where am I?
Mob came to from his thoughts at a quiet, calming beach. The pain in his chest subsided as he took in his surroundings. It seemed vacant other than the large piles of trash strewn about and what seemed to be a junkyard. He held his knees in exhaustion in an attempt to catch his breath after running God knows how far. While calming down, he heard a few voices nearby a few trash piles. One sounded young and nervous, while the other sounded older and reserved. When he had caught his breath he went to investigate. Mob knew it wasn’t his business, but he was curious. Who was it? A cleaning company? Dumpster divers? It’s not like I’m intruding, right? I just want to see...
Mob went behind one of the larger trash piles where the voices were coming from and slowly floated himself with his Quirk to the top of the pile to peek over. As his eyes reached the top of the pile, he stopped himself, and quickly took in the features of the two. There was a green-haired boy around his age who looked quite plain, and a frail older man with longer yellow hair and sunken in eyes. Almost immediately, the plain-looking boy’s green eyes locked with Mob’s. He let out a small shocked gasp and lowered himself quickly; Mob didn’t exactly want to interact with these people, and now that he knew who it was he could leave peacefully.
But wait, what were the people doing there? Community service? A shady drug deal?
He felt his pulse quicken as he thought of the probabilities.
Mob flinched and looked to his left, noticing that the plain boy had followed him to the other side of the trash pile. He relaxed a bit noticing the other’s sheepish expression, yet there was a spark in his eyes Mob couldn’t describe.
“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I just-” He began but was quickly cut off by the taller boy.
“Were you hovering yourself over the pile using your quirk? That’s so cool! So your quirk is a levitation type?” The boy bombarded him with questions faster than he could respond and he felt a slight panic building up.
“Y-yeah, I guess you could say that. It’s more of an ESP-type psychic power though..” Mob responded quietly. He felt sort of awkward for being praised by the person he was eavesdropping on, but despite that uneasiness he felt a faint blush of embarrassment growing on his cheeks. Why am I responding…? I don’t know who this is.
“I see, so it’s telekinesis? That’s great. Do you feel any side-effects from using it on yourself, or do you have any limits? I’d love to find out more about your Quirk!” The boy wasted no time on asking question after question, which didn’t help Mob in calming down. Thankfully, he was saved by the older man placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder.
“Now, young Midoriya, no need to stress a stranger out! Relax a bit, will ya?” The man let out a soft chuckle as he ruffled the younger’s green hair. So his name is Midoriya, Mob thought, Maybe I should introduce myself? Just as he thought of sharing his name with the strangers, Midoriya spoke again.
“What’s your name, by the way? I’m Midoriya Izuku.” The freckled boy held out his hand.
“I’m Shigeo Kageyama, but people call me Mob… nice to meet you…” He mumbled quietly and shook the other’s offered hand.
“Mob, huh? Oh, you seem to be similar to my age, right? I’m 14. What high school are you going to? I’m going to apply to U.A. to be a hero!” Again, Midoriya started rambling.
“I’m 14, too. I haven’t really thought of what school I’m applying to yet, though… I don’t know if I want to be a hero either.” Mob answered, the thought striking his head. What school would he apply to? I haven’t thought about it before. Probably just a normal, boring, non-hero high school, right? Yeah, that suited him.
“Why don’t you want to be a hero? A lot of people do.” Midoriya tilted his head in a questioning way. The thought of not wanting to be a hero genuinely intrigued him, as he had wanted to be a hero all his life; he had always praised the top hero, All Might. Now that very hero he admired so much was training him and even passing on One For All to him!
Mob was silent for a few moments, thinking of how to word it without offending Midoriya, who seemed so fascinated by the hero world. “Well.. I don’t really like using my Quirk on others. My Master taught me that I shouldn’t hurt anyone with it.”
He has a Master, huh? I wonder who. They seem to have good ideals. “I see. I guess that makes sense, but… isn’t it okay if you use them on a villain? You’re protecting innocent people, right? I don’t see anything wrong with it then.” Midoriya wondered what Mob’s thought process was. Maybe something happened with his Quirk so he doesn’t like to use it? That would make sense. There are a lot of ways that he could accidentally hurt someone. Or maybe he just doesn’t like violence?
Mob paused to think. Was that the case? He’d have to ask Master about it later. It made some sense to him. If he attacked the villains, then it’d protect the innocent lives, right? So then he’d be doing something good. But the thought of using his powers on others… It just felt wrong. “You’re right. I’ll think about it. Thank you for the advice.” He put a small smile on his face to show some gratitude rather than his usual blank face. “Ah, I should be heading home, Ritsu will be waking up soon and I don’t want him to worry. And, um, what were you doing by the trash?”
“I’m training by cleaning the trash off this section of the beach. I’ve heard that the U.A. entrance exam is really tough, so I have to get stronger!” Midoriya said with a soft smile. “It was nice talking to you, Mob! I hope you change your mind about heroes, it’s a really cool profession! Ah, I won’t pressure you though. I hope we meet again!”
“Yeah. Thank you, Midoriya.” With that, Mob turned and started to head back to the direction he came from. He looked back to his new friend. I wonder if I’ll ever see him again. He turned away, a thought suddenly striking. Which way was home, exactly? He had ran here without a second thought and was too distracted to look at his surroundings. Mob headed away from the sand and trash into the city to look for any familiar places, but in the end just decided to run along the beach until he saw anything familiar and would make his way home from there. He didn’t even notice how calm he was compared to when he woke up.
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