Business

As I headed home, I was happy, I felt kinda bad for asking momo for money, but I needed it, it was either that or not being able to train properly and lag behind the rest of 1-A class.

When you don't experience hunger, it's hard to imagine what real hunger is, not just skipping meals, but to work, study and train, knowing theres nothing at home, that warm meals aren't at your reach, not because one isn't trying hard enough, but because of how one was born.

In my first life i didn´t experience hunger nor food, my stomach acids were so weak they could process even jelly, so I was constantly fed on liquids through an eteral tube on my stomach, sweet memories.

Now that i think about it, that nurse was kinda cute, she changed my "Food" every day, i should have talked more to her, or not, i don't think a living skeleton attractive, or maybe…

My thoughts died out as I reached the building where my apartment was, I walked inside the "Reception", in reality, it was just a lounge that was closer to a bar than a reception, no one used it and no one cleaned it.

As i went upstairs, i had a light migraine, nothing much, i thought it was due to my lack of concentration.

*Steps*

I finally reached my door, I picked the keys from my bag and opened the wooden door.

Or so I thought, when the door opened, on the other side was a familiar sight, an antique shop full of "suspicious" objects.

"What, wait, how"

"Shh, i'm reading something"

The bear-like human, or the human-like bear was sitting on an old vintage brown sofa, he was reading a newspaper in a language I didn't understand, but it looked italian, next to him, in a wooden desk table, there were some cup of coffees and a box of chocolate cookies.

"I just wanted to warn you, some guys paid me to keep some pro-heros and All-might out of reach for your training exercise tomorrow, i thought it was going less severe, but "He" asked me to get involved, so I wanted to give some advice to my new recruit."

I guessed he was talking about the U.S.J incident, it made sense since in the manga there were no pro-heros near the scene, only Aizawa and num-13.

"Yeah, well, thanks, but, how and where is my apartment?"

"Don´t ask dumb questions, its my quirk, it's quite unique, its less effective than teletransportation, but better than special storage…"

The shopkeeper closed the newspaper he was reading and took a sip of one of the coffee cups, and ate 2 cookies.

"That's all, now, go out of my store so i can change it back to your apartment"

I frowned but obeyed, I left the shop quietly and closed the door lightly.

I waited 1 or 2 minutes before opening the door again, the store was long gone, and there was only my apartment.

*Sigh*

"I hate him, in what mess i got involved"

To forget my own misery, I decided to leave some rice to prepare some Oyama Okama for tomorrow.

After leaving the rice in some water, I decided to finish eating everything that was leftover so I could restock tomorrow. In my aisle I had some cheap curry and ramen, the food of the university students or the miserable, one could say I was both.

I prepared some curry, it smelled quite good for 300 yen. It reminded me of the days in the orphanage where we eated curry as a dessert.

*Ring*

The water for the ramen finished boiling, and so did the curry, it was a total of 5 dishes full to the top of the food. Today was a good day.

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In an unknown location, 2 men were discussing an important matter.

"So, all i need to do is to keep the pro heroes nearby, yet not close enough for them to interfere, is that correct?"

A man wearing a dark mask, breathing heavily modded.

"Okay, but why tho? you know you can just drop there right?"

The man didn´t respond.

"Okay, then, send the science fair project some greetings, I also need some Compress capsules, there are 10 tons of ammunition waiting in the shibuya's storage, see you after."

The storekeeper turned back and started walking away, light steps that couldn´t be heard even with his massive size.

"Storekeeper…"

He stopped.

"I have the seed ready, it took me some time, but I have it ready. I do not know what you need this for, but I won't ask questions."

The man took a seed out of the inner pocket of his suit and threw it at him.

"Hmm, thanks, I guess… this doesn't mean i don't need that Compress though"

"I will hold to the end of my deal"

"..."

The storekeeper was too anxious to wait any longer, he walked backwards facing the man face to face until he reached a door, his hand moved down until he reached the doorknob.

"Okay, pleasure to do business"

He opened the door revealing a familiar and warm sight.

As he finally closed the door again, he felt all the pleasure benign lifted from his shoulders.

"Phew, so thats how everyone feels, haha"

The man walked until he reached some drawers, he quickly stored the suspicious red and brown seed, and took some aged whisky.

"Ah, this calls for a celebration."

He sat on the sofa, whisky at hand, he didn't bother to serve it into a glass, or even cool it down with ice.

"I just need some more, if he doesn't find out about him is even better, that's my last hope"

*sips*

As he finished his first gulp, he licked the alcohol out of his lips.

"Panacea…, only 3 left to collect…"