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tw: mention of food problems, ed(?)

13.50
20X6, february 24th

the sword comes straight at you. you dodge quickly enough for it to slice the wall behind you. you take a bite out of your flesh and use your blood to make a launch pad, pouncing toward him. he tries to lick your wound but you're able to pull away and punch him just before that happens. you tossle back and forth until you're able to pin him and finish your training session.

"shit you're getting better, mini-me," stain remarks, sitting down next to you to catch his breath.
"i've always been better asshole," you retort, "it's just that you haven't accepted it until now."
"keep spewing shit and you'll be up on my kill list, kid," he threatens with a glare you would think is scary if you hadn't been accustomed to it.

you snicker and get up to leave but he stops you.
"hey kid, stay for a bit i need to talk to you," he beckons.
"yeah, what is it?" you ask him.
"do you want good news or bad news first?"
"good news i guess"
"do you remember that crusty, hand man we visted earlier?" he asks you.
"uhh, yeah i think so?" you answer, confused on where this is going.
"well, i've decided to join them since they have good opportunities for you."

oh hell no.

"YOU WANT ME TO WORK FOR THAT ASHY MAN CHILD??"
"okay yeah, i knew you weren't going to like this but listen, this is the good news," he tries to reason.
"WHAT."
"i joined because they were willing to give you shelter and most of them were around your age," he begins, "but theres a catch."
"well? spit it out!" you insist, wanting to get this over with.
"how do you feel about going to UA?"

as soon as the words came out of his mouth you started cursing him out, going on and on until you run out of breath. you've never liked UA, no villain did. it was a breeding ground for spineless, idiot heroes. every classroom was filled by self-entitled, spoiled children who thought they were better than everybody. stain is like a father to you, you'd do anything for him, but UA? that's going too far.

"i knew you were going to hate the idea but hear me out," stain bargained. "we need a spy to give us information from the inside and you're the only one of age. plus, it won't be too bad, they're sending another person with you. her name's toga, does that ring any bells?"

toga himiko, a fan of stain, you've heard of her before, she's another blood-quirk user, being able to take the appearance of others by consuming their blood. it's quite a cool quirk if you do say so yourself. maybe with her you won't suffer too much. you're still not happy about this though.

you sigh, "fine, how do i get in?"
stain perks up, "wait really? i thought it would take a lot longer than this."
"yeah yeah, just tell me before i change my mind," you dismiss.
"well first we'll have to go to a meeting tomorrow morning at 6, hand fetish will have all the information for us," he answers.
"alright, whatever, i'll come," you say, walking out of his makeshift training area.

turning the corner, you put in your very legally aquired earbuds. you walk to the corner store, taking out the list of supplies that you had written that morning. rolls of gauze, bandaids, energy drinks, and a shit ton of coffee. grabbing about 10 red bulls and putting them in your basket, you start walking to the medical section. right before you get to the bandaids, you bump into a bush looking boy. you cut yourself on a particularly sharp item hanger and catch yourself with your quirk before you fall.

"ohmygodimsosorryareyouhurt- woah, that was so cool! what's your quirk?" the shruby boy looks up at you in wonder.
"uh," you stutter, getting emotional whiplash from the 180 he made, "it's crimson, i can use my blood to do stuff, i guess."
"cool! what are the drawbacks?" he says. you swear to god he looks like he's going to explode from amazement.
"the usual side affects to blood loss and a slow pulse," you answer, still very confused.
he takes a look at your red bull-filled basket, "oh is that why you have so many energy drinks?"
"um, yeah."
you hear a buzz and the stranger pulls out his phone, his face draining at the text.
"oh no! i'm late!" he looks up to you, "it was nice meeting you, but i need to get going! bye!"
"bye?" you struggled.

well that was weird

you continue your 'shopping' and once you've gotten everything, you walk to the bathroom and crawl out the window there. realising you'll need a phone while at UA, you walk over to the now closed electronics store. using your blood, you make the right shape key for the lock after some trial and error. looking around, you find the phone of your hearts desire and grab it, making sure to not trigger any alarms. later you'll need to get data and remove any tracking devices from the phone but right now you're focused on slipping into the sweet embrace of sleep.

you use your blood to carry your items while making your trek to your hideout. when hearing the word hideout, most would think that it's this baddass, batcave type thing but in reality it's just an abandoned ocean freight container you dragged into the forest from the docks. it has all you need in it so you're pretty happy to call it home. you put all your stuff in the cabinets and change into your pajamas. looking into your food cabinet, you come to find that you don't have any food. this was fine to you, since living on the streets accustomed you to going days or even weeks without food. in fact, you preferred it since you can focus on stuff more important than eating.

closing the food cabinet, you reach for a red bull and chug it so your pulse won't drop and you won't die in the middle of your sleep. slipping into your bed, you get ready for your 5 hour preview of death.