There are other Dimensions?!

Chapter Three: Eraserhead

Izuku sighed as he casually strolled through the back alleyways leading to Dagoba. He'd already gotten into a few smaller fistfights with the local homeless thugs who'd been trying to sleep on his beach. He'd been homeless enough times in the First Run—how he'd started referring to his original timeline—that he understood the importance of protecting your territory. If he just let any old homeless beggar sleep on his beach, then he'd find himself dead fairly quickly. Or they'd take his stuff, which could lead him to death.

"I forgot the other you is homeless." Mina said sadly to Midoriya.

"Maybe the other version of myself will let you have Endeavor's credit card." Todoroki said.

Either way, there wasn't much trust amongst the homeless. He couldn't afford to be nice. Especially when any little injury had a fairly high risk of getting infected and putting him out of commission. That was something he could not afford. He had to get into U.A.—no ands ifs or buts.

"And you will. I have faith in you Deku!" Uraraka shouted.

His unwanted neighbors—those who slept in the alleyways and parks surrounding the beach—were learning fairly quickly not to mess with the seemingly defenseless child.

Aizawa snorted.

And after last week's incident where he coolly stared down a beggar with a gun, well... let's just say that he was not only earning their respect but their fear, too. He didn't mind—so long as they left him alone.

"And now I'm beginning to understand why Aizawa-san calls you 'Problem Child', Young Midoriya." All Might said to Izuku. "Maybe I should start calling you that."

Aizawa glared. "Find your own nickname."

"Or maybe not."

He was now officially out of money, though. He'd made it last as long as he could, but it wasn't like he had any income. He'd gotten lucky with those chocolate coins in the treasure hunting gig he pulled—but what else was he supposed to do after winning a year's supply of chocolate coins? He sure as hell couldn't eat all that!

"Lucky." Eri pouted.

Besides, the recording of Naomasa losing his shit was priceless and still made him chuckle. Ah~ one day, he and the detective would look back on that video and laugh.

"Yeah right."

Probably.

But his most pressing issue now was food. He was able to shower at the local gym—the locks were dreadfully easy to pick—and he'd five-finger discounted all the hygiene items he'd needed. He did the same with light snacks and the like, but he felt bad stealing like that.

Water was easy enough to come by—the parks had plenty of water fountains that he could rehydrate at. Plus, the dented hydroflask he'd found in his dump was perfect after he'd bleached it out. Seriously, the previous owner had somehow grown mold and decided to toss it thereafter. It just needed a good soak in bleach and hot water. People were so lazy these days!

Oh well, more for him.

But he couldn't keep stealing loafs of bread like some discount Aladdin. He needed to actually find a way to buy food. Actual groceries and stuff. He couldn't survive off bread and jerky forever. Especially since he was still recovering from his near starvation in the apocalypse, and all his vigilante activities.

"It will get better once Mr. Aizawa gets ahold of him. Right?"

"I have good faith that Aizawa-sensei will help Midoriya." Iida said.