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@branchingemotions

“And you don’t gotta be strong to get out of a dumpster, your point being?”

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[txt] hey sleepin beauty

[txt] they switched my apartment

[txt] so yknow all that stuff

[txt] that we stole

[txt] like the good stuff

"That is a tough decision."

“I think... As long as they loved me back, I’d be happy.” He grinned like an idiot at the idea of anyone loving him like that. “What about you Buns? What kind of person do you want to date?”

That certainly wasn’t a face he’d expect to see in Hive City, but that’s the thing. This was Hive City, you never knew when new arrivals would be dragged in. He had hoped that Jyuzo’s family would be, given where they came from was worse than what this city had to offer, but it was the Scientists who ran the place’s decision. He blinked a couple times just to make sure the pain that still vibrated through his body just wasn’t making him hallucinate.

No, he remembered seeing that particularly tired face in the crumpled up picture the gunhead had showed him a few months ago. He really should just leave it though, he had no reason to be bothering the young lady.

Six had been trying to acquaint herself with the locals lately. She figured that if she was going to be living here, she should at least learn who people are, often keeping notes on the small screen mounted on her left forearm. 

There were a few... odd ones to be sure. Some were soldiers like herself, others were seemingly from another world, and there were several she’d not met yet.

But this one? 14ft tall?

         Sweat dripped down Izuku’s forehead as he leaned against the cushioned wall of the gym that was in the HDR building, he usually came here in the hours we was off from his internship or early in the morning when he couldn’t sleep. Which happened often, so instead of lazing around he would find himself at the HDR building training. Or making sure his teacher was properly eating. 

         With a loud sigh, Izuku flopped over. “It would be so much better if I had a sparring partner.” He was frustrated, usually when he trained one of his friends were around. This time? He was alone, like most of his mornings.