Izuku was a thinker and as he strolled down the street his plan had already began to fall into place.He had seen it,a flyer with his photo and name calling for help in the search of him.The first one pierced his heart like a sharp blade,when he noticed Ochaco's name at the bottom of the flyer,but as he saw each one the blade had been replaced by a feeling of ease.Midoryia figured if the world knew he was gone from U.A. then no one on the campus was in danger.Instead they would return to the world before him,and not have to worry about his problems being theirs.

Deku tightened the straps of his hoodie as he paced through the grocery store.Midoryia made sure to only by the bare minimum,because he wasn't sure how much longer he'd be staying in the city.The basket consisted mostly of foods such as fruits,bread,and for a little bit of pleasure sugar cookies.Deku placed the cookies on the conveyor belt and threw a friendly smile the cashier's way. The boy then walked down towards the register and pulled out a thin,faded wallet."How are you doing today?"

Izuku looked up and his eyes met the employee's."Good."

The young man brought a finger to the side of his reddish-brown hair."Have I seen you around before?"

Izuku shook his head."I don't think so."

"Hmm,you just seem so familiar."

Deku handed the man his midnight black debit card."Just one of those faces I guess."

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Izuku stood in front of the old building as the sun hid behind the clouds like a game of peek a boo was taking place in the sky.The dark-haired  boy opened the old door and the mass of wood was accompanied by a loud creak.Izuku peered into the home and looked at the rotting walls and peeling wallpaper.The smell of the place could only be described as nothing,it was empty-nearly lifeless.As Deku walked throughout the home he sat down in the living room,where friendly furniture resided years ago.Midoryia placed his plastic bags on the yellowish carpet and grabbed a apple.He looked a the fruit as it red skin shinned and glimmered.Deku took a bit of his gift from nature and moaned in delight as the sweet juice spread across his taste buds.A small stream of the nectar flowed out the corner of his mouth and streamed down his chin.A few drops fell of his skin and onto his black joggers.The boy turned his head and opened his mouth to say something,but there was no one in his childhood home.He had turned expecting Ochaco,but instead he was surrounded by nothing.He had forgotten what it felt like to be alone,and to make matters worse he was in the house where his long path of desolation began.