What defines a villain?

Chapter 13

~Ryujiki's POV~

I woke up to the bright sun, shining into my eyes through the mask. As I sat up, my stomach grumbled.

Alright. First thing first, food, I decided. How will I get food now?

I stood up and stretched my back, satisfying pops and cracks filling the air around me.

Scenario one: rob a store.

Scenario two: rob a person.

Scenario three: raid someone's fridge.

Scenario four: use my underground influence to pressure illegal organizations to buy me food in return for not exposing them to the police.

Scenario five: cannibalism.

I groaned, laying back down.

This is just getting worse and worse, huh?

I covered my ears with my hands, blocking out the sound of the city below. It was much too loud for my taste.

"Robbing a store in broad daylight is stupid. Heroes exist for a reason. Same with robbing people, although luring people into alleys with my childish voice would be easy." I decided. "Raiding someone's fridge is too much effort for too little reward. Option four isn't bad, but it will only work at night. I'm hungry right now, but I can't exactly go ahead with the plan. Option five has the same problem as option two."

After a lot of inner debate, I finally settled for doing whatever suited the situation, which wasn't a helpful decision.

My stomach growled in agreement.

"Oh shut up. I know I'm hungry." I snapped at my stomach, before realizing what I did. "I'm... haha, I'm going crazy. Well then, about time."

I sat down and began going through my bag. I may have left in a hurry, but I still packed all the necessities. After finally finding what I was looking for, being a set of clean unsuspicious clothes, I began undressing. I was on the roof of a very tall building, so I doubt anyone would see me.

My new attire consisted of light blue jeans and a long sleeved violet button up, that was unbuttoned, over a sleeveless white turtleneck. My hair, which I let grow out ever so slightly, was in a low ponytail. A pair of round sunglasses sat atop my head as an accessory. I kept my usual black gloves on, since they pretty much became my second skin over the past three years. It was rare to see me without them.

Definitely not my style, especially the gloves clashing with the whole outfit, but at least I shouldn't be recognised from the sludge villain accident. Not to mind I stole everything from Hitoshi's wardrobe. My question is why the hell does he own something like this?

I shook my head and began descending the building via the fire escape stairs. Once I was on the streets once more, I set off, following the flow of the crowd.

The city was bustling with people, everyone with a goal in mind.

Good. No one will recognise me-

A screaming baby interrupted my thoughts, making me clutch my ears in pain.

Holy, it's so loud, I grunted as I moved away. Why did I think this was a good idea.

I didn't let go off my ears as I began speed walking to a seemingly uncrowded area. I ducked into a shop, not looking at what the sign above said. I leant against a wall and took a few deep breaths, calming myself enough to not kill half the population.