Brothers: A Tale of a Bird and a Son

Chapter 1

After a long day trying to find a needle bright, and almost dying. Tommy was absolutely fatigue as he dragged the plant to a local alchemist, who had promised a job saying he needed a few items for a rare potion he was making.

"Better be worth it." Tommy thought as a few town folks watch him drag the 'poor' plant around. A few even say hello to him and how he was. All he did was grumble not in the mood to talk at the moment.

As he finally approached the place, there he saw a red hawk waiting for him on top of the roof by the door. A bird that just been following him since the day he came down to this 'nowhere' place, at least that what he used to call it. He never understood why this bird was simply following him around as if it doesn't have anything else better to do. He hated the bird, he felt as if it was constantly judging him all the time, just teasing him about everything.

He grumbles as he stares at the bird before spitting on the ground and flipping it off, heading inside.

"Is that my annoying student or an actual person?" A tired voice called from the back.

"It's me Teach, I got what you wanted." Tommy answer slamming the plant onto the front desk as he saw the man who owns the shop around here, as well as making them, the so-called town hero, and a great teacher of magic, Shota Aizawa

"Hey, be careful with it at least, it is bad you did all of this and ended up with nothing," Aizawa states as he takes the needle bright off the counter and into the back, to Tommy's guest to make a potion of some kind.

"Any letters today?" Tommy yelled out to the older man as he looks at what's new on the shelves. "Check your desk." Aizawa simply answers. "All you have to say was yes or no man," Tommy mutters as he walks over to the fireplace and checks behind a loose brick.

Surely enough there were a few letters for him. He grabs them and puts the brick back as he starts to flip through them, unfortunately getting sadden as none of them were from the people he wishes to contact. Nevertheless, Tommy sits down by the fireplace, letting the warmth of it embrace him, and silently reads the letters he has gotten.

Most of them were thank you letters, from catching rats at the tavern or selling scrap metals from an abandoned building. Even a sarcastic thank you letter from a guy, who wanted him to plant false evidence on some poor folk, to which he chuckles at as he tosses the letter into the fireplace and watches it get to consume in the flames.

He heard footsteps walking toward him as he turns around to see his teacher holding a small pouch to him.

"Don't spend it all in one go now, kid," Aizawa smirks and sets the bag next to the boy before heading back to the back of the shop.

Tommy rolled his eyes and look into the pouch seeing nothing but gold pieces. "Guess he wants me to count them now?" He rolls his eyes and began to do that as he now has 500 gold pieces.

"I'll send them tomorrow." He thought as he got up from the fireplace and head out through the back, where a small garden was growing that he believes is for the more common potions around. He stands there for a moment admiring it before heading to where they kept the gardening tools at.

Aizawa has let him sleep there since he's been here. Saying it's the only place that doesn't have a lot of noise and less dangerous than him being in the shop. Though in winter it does get incredibly cold in it.

Tommy didn't seem to mind it as he went in and shut the door before laying on his bedroll, pulling the blanket up to him as he fell asleep immediately.

By the next morning, Tommy is woken up to being wet. He slowly opens his eyes and sees that he was being flooded by water and immediately screaming as he sits up. Soon bolting out of the shed as he saw he wasn't the only one getting flooded by water.