Listening to "for the glory" now, guess where I got the title of this chapter from.

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Time.

Something all of us know, something all of us follow, something all of us wish for more of, something I wish less of.

Death.

Something all of us know, something all of us try to stop, something all of us wish to end, something I wish more of.

God, time to stop being depressing.

Okay, so anyways, most of the time I feel like this. Like in all honesty is this what life is supposed to be like? For fucks sake I thought it was going to be all fun and games but here I am, around seven years old, (A/N listening to 7 years old) already knowing how painful the world is.

What's innocence? Never fucking heard of it.

Right now, guess what I'm fucking doing, lying on the fucking cold ass ground next to some fucking old guy (he looks around 50) with bruises decorating my scarred and blister covered skin.

I've done everything solo (A/N listening to solo) since day one. Not relying on anyone to bring me a nice warm platter of food or tuck me into bed while singing soothing songs, only trusting myself on the streets.

I don't know how long I've been here, probably a few hours at least, but I still can't move. This old guy (forgot his name, not too sure he even told me) tried to "save" me from getting beat up from some random bitches who were too stupid to understand what a "bitch" was and ended up with me having to protect him and both of us getting beaten to a pulp.

There was like twenty of them I swear.

So, I've just been awkwardly sitting here, trying to stay conscious through my (most likely) bruised ribs and broken bones. Yup, definitely how I wanted to spend my Sunday afternoon.

"Geez kid, how did you get yourself into that position, huh?"
Mr. wears-too-much-black said nonchalantly, managing to sit up. I pushed myself up too, not wanting to appear weak to the obviously strong person next to me. His quirk seemed to be erasing others quirks.

I said nothing in return, opting to stand up (not using my hands, which hurt too much to even think about), wincing every once in a while, before straightening my back, wanting to seem somewhat intrepid myself.

"You shouldn't have jumped in old man"
I warned, glaring at him, he laughed slightly

"'Old man'? Do I really seem that old? I'm only 22..."
What the actual fuck, he looks super old with his greasy skin and hair and the bags under his eyes... Jesus Christ he's probably lying.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Now leave before I pound your face in"
I retorted, bringing up my fist threateningly.

"Never thought the day would come when I'm threatened by a five year old-"

"FOR FUCKS SAKE I'M SEVEN YOU ASS"

"-And now I'm being cursed out by one"
I groaned and decided to just leave, he was really annoying. Before I even turned around, some weird scarf thingy came out of nowhere and tied itself around me

"No quirk, huh? No wonder they were picking on you. Now, where do you live, I'll walk you home. You certainly don't seem to be in the condition to go by yourself"
I glared harder. He can figure out if someone's quirkless if not and erase their quirk, even more useful.

Now comes the big reveal, I don't have a home. Been on the streets all my life, don't even remember my "family's" names, much less where my house was. I brushed him off

"Like hell I'm telling a stranger where I live, I'll call the police on you!"
That's a lie, I don't have a phone, or any money to use a pay phone, and like hell I'm asking another stranger to borrow theirs. I would probably end up shouting at them with curse words instead of asking nicely.

The old man sighed
"Listen kid, I'm a pro hero, you can trust me"

I nearly burst out laughing, which I'm glad I didn't because that would've hurt like (A/N a buttcheek on a stick~) hell. This guy, slimy, gross, obviously not taken care of, was not a hero, much less a pro.

I flipped him off, well, as best I could with my arms wrapped around my side.

"Sure asshole"

"The names Eraser-head"
...

....

Do I even need to say anything?

"Yo! Sh— I mean Eraser-Head! There you are! I was wondering where you took off to when you didn't return to headquarters! And who's this precious little— aH FIDDLE STICKS! IT BIT ME"

Seriously, how do I come across these people? "Fiddle sticks"? The last time I bit someone they screeched something about rabies and ran away, helpfully leaving behind their entire wallet and valuables. Some people I'm okay with.

Sadly (or not), I don't seem to have taken a liking to these people. Seriously, "saving" a child from being "beaten up" and getting both of us hurt doesn't seem very heroic at all. At least, to me.

"Present Mic."
Eraser-head said, greeting his... friend? Lover? They seemed very close at the moment so it couldn't be ruled out. God damnit, my fudanshi mind got in the way again.

"Sooooooooo, what's up with spicy-exploding-mushroom over here?"
Does he mean me? What the fuck? Do I look like a spicy-exploding-mushroom? Asshole.

"He got into some trouble and so I had to help him out. No wonder..."
Was he going to finish that sentence or... shit I did the same thing.

"HA HA, he seems like that kind of kid"
Mr. too-loud-for-a-concert said, walking over to Eraser-head and patting him heavily on the back. Eraser-head smiles slightly as he looked at What-The-Fuck-Is-Gravity, the binds around me loosened ever so slightly and I was able to slip out.

They seemed to be having a moment so I left them alone, finally being able go back to my familiar street with familiar people and familiar houses. The only place I hold dearly, well besides my cat, but she lives on that street with me so they kinda go together.

After I walked about a mile from the two obviously not hero's, I turned into a alley-way and picked up a stray piece of wood and used some extra cloth I always keep with me to create a make-shift splint for my broken arm.

I couldn't really do anything about my ribs at the moment so I decided to move slowly, trying not to aggravate the nerves there. Maybe I could bandage it properly if I use to my first aid kit, that's for emergencies only, but would I classify this as an emergency?

Yeah, it sure hurts like hell, so why the fuck not. I planned out how I could ration my supplies so I didn't have to steal money to get more, and decided to fully treat my arm and but some bandages around my chest.

Well, that was the plan until fucking Eraser-Head's kinky rope twirled thing around my back, scaring the shit out of me, I totally did not let out a girly squeak, before pulling me back to him.

"Okay you little shit how the hell did you get away?"
I looked at him innocently, using my still child-like face to fool him

"I don't know what you mean"
I said, trying my best to hide the powerful urge to use my power card (sarcasm) in the sentence.

The duo looked accusingly at me. I didn't know how to answer, all I did was wiggle when the ropes loosened and I fell out. Simply, easily, quietly. That's how I left, no trick to it.

Should there be?

Did I do something special to get out of his hold? I didn't feel different, or special, so why did I escape his (presumably) unshakable grip?

These questions floated around my head as my mind filled with confusion, though my outside appearance only seemed to be getting more and more annoyed.

Eraser-head sighed

"Whatever, but we can't leave you like-"
He gestured to me

"-this, we should bring him to recovery girl."

"Sure! I've been meaning to visit her for some time now but haven't found the time! It'll be great! Not to mention we should probably take care of you too"
In my horrifically un-innocent mind, that sounded extremely dirty. Extremely dirty. Not to mention how Present Mic wiggled his eyebrows and how Eraser-head blushed slightly.

Seems I've found the Seme and Uke of this relationship.

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So, that was chapter 1, I'm sorry for not updating any of my other stories and staring a new one.... yeah. But the song.... it just came to me.... the urge to write angst..... but next chapter.... and I'm tired sooooooooo yeah.

Btw the characters are probably gonna be ooc a lot bc I can't write anyone else's personality other than my own. But yeah.

This chapter was pretty long, but I'll try to make these longer if you want. I'll also probably put a song at the beginning of each chapter from now on for effect.

This is gonna be a TodoBaku ship. Go away homophobes.

Bye you wonderful fuckers.