●~Not All There Anymore~● |BEING REWRITTEN|

|5| I Didn't Want To Hurt Anybody

Did I really get a bunch of glass stuck in my skin? Without noticing? Jeez, Recovery Girl was not kidding when she said that breaking my bones so much would numb my nerve system. With a sigh Midoriya started to pick out the glass, having to run his hands across his face because he couldn't see any of those peices. He was shocked and even a bit scared when he came across a piece the size of his pinky finger's nail sitting right on his eyebrow. Any lower and his eye would've been done for.

After he had finished clearing his skin of the small death instruments, and making sure to wipe away any blood that fell on the floor, Izuku entered the back of the pharmacy section and began searching for his mother's medication. The one they already had wasn't doing diddly squat anymore, and since Midoriya knew he'd have no way to pay for the better one, he would have to resort to stealing a few bottles.

When he finally found the medication, he took a few bottles. He had to stop himself from looking at the price tag. Even if he was doing it for his mother, he couldn't stop himself from feeling guilty. Here he was, a teenager training to be a hero, robbing a store. Breaking the law. Something heroes were supposed to prevent.

It's fine. It's fine it's fine it's fine. This is for mom. I'm not just some villain with no goals. She needs this. You can't afford to think about yourself when her health is on the line, damnit! Just take the crap and go, the owner of this place deserves it anyway. Just because anyone else would be able to pull themselves together and make things work and wouldn't have to resort to theft doesn't mean that I can't just not do this! I don't matter right now, they do. Until everyone else is happy and safe, I am a second priority.

He turned with his arms holding about three bottles of the medication. He was about to run out the broken window when his eyes locked onto a register. Full of cash. Unlocked. Well, someone was cocky. Or just plain arrogant.

No. That's taking it way too far. Midoriya shook his head and bit his bottom lip. I can't steal straight money! That would be taking from the people who work here, they haven't done anything wrong! But at the same time, Midoriya felt his hand reaching over to the register, grabbing a fistful of cash, and stuffing it into his pocket. "It.... couldn't hurt to take just a little.... I won't let it become a habit anyway. Just.... enough to hold us off until I get a new job."

Just as he was about to turn around and head out the store before he did something he'd really regret, Midoriya heard a gruff voice speak out and his back immediately stiffened. "What the hell do you think you're doing, kid?" A tall man, about thirty, who seemed to have missed out on an education of what razors were.

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Aizawa's POV (few minutes before crime scene)

Aizawa jumped yet another roof as he scanned the dark streets below for any criminal activity, mainly alleyways. He looked up at the quickly graying clouds and sighed. Because of course it would rain. He pulled out a sheet of paper he had gotten from the police station on the string of petty thefts. The criminal was apparently getting cocky, and the police and Aizawa alike just wanted the nuisance off the street before he stopped bluffing about pulling a trigger. Twenty to thirty years old, brown hair, yellow eyes, emitter type quirk, nothing special. The criminal had never actually shot someone, and normally didn't cause collateral damage, so Aizawa called him off as a nuisance of a rookie.

Aizawa was about to hop onto another roof as it started to rain when his eyes latched onto a broken storefront window. The rain was steadily washing it away, but Aizawa could see blood. He jumped down and landed silently on the concrete pulling on his goggles, his capture weapon slightly floating above it's normal state. He stepped over the broken glass and froze at what he saw. A boy who could be no older than sixteen at the most with a thin blue hoodie and a black mask, shoulders hunched, huffing and holding a bloodied bat limply at his side. His hood was pulled up and it was too dark to make out an eye color. The blood was obviously not his from the lack of wounds on the boy. The displays around the boy were overturned, but that's not what caught Aizawa's attention.