This'll make it clear that I'm not all that good with filler.

"Morning Mom." The blond comedian called out when his mother walked down the stairs. Akira has since gone through the events of last night lightly, only getting chucked down the stairs by his sister and being forced to sleep on the couch. Better that having his family find out about his nightly escapades.

"Morning Kira." The mother yawned, she still in her nightgown, and passed by the blond in the kitchen. She grabbed a cup of coffee from the counter and returned to consume the breakfast laid out by her son, who was just finishing his own breakfast.

"Well, see ya later mom." The blonde put his dishes into the sink and grabbed a bag near the door.

"I'm out!" He cried walking out the door.

"Don't hold up!" A female voice called from a higher up window.

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Akira, being the incognito comedian that he is, didn't head towards the school building as his family intended. Instead, the church was the destination, to pick up his payment from the previous night at the comedy shop. To get to the church however, he would have to go through a perilous journey.

"Over the river and through the woods~." Akira sang, walking through a park. The greenery of the trees giving an abundance of shade from the bright morning sun. No one was really in the park, besides the early joggers or the elderly couple taking a stroll.

"-so kiss me~~~! I'm shitfaced~~~!" The blond comedian continued through the park, singing songs every time one was finished. The passing elderly couple giving him a glance, but the songs went otherwise unnoticed.

What did slow down the singing, however, was a seemingly homeless man, boy, sleeping on the nearby park bench that was dedicated to Ochako and Izuku Midoriya. Lovely couple they were. Had a little one named Kioko.

'I'm not a creepy stalker.' Akira reassured himself. Just because he likes to know the people who goes to his shows or that he reads the dedications on park benches doesn't mean anything. Nope, not at all.

Anyway, the homeless person was lying on the bench, his hands crossed over his burnt orange jacket and his pitch black hair rustling slightly in the slow wind.

'Hmm. Wonder what's his story is.' Akira thought, looking at the boy while continuing his walk. 'Meh.' He shrugged to himself. 'I'm sure he's fine.'

"As I was a goin' over~ the far famed Kerry mountains'~" Akra once started to sing. Man was he glad he learned all those songs in english! Practically no one would understand the lyrics!

'Yeah, right.' The blond comedian payed his inner voice no mind.

Behind Akira, the 'homeless' man sat up on the bench.

"Hmm." He hummed, staring at the back of the departing blond. A small smile worked its way on the boy's features, his hand reaching into his jacket to retrieve a red chess piece, a [pawn] to be exact.

"I wonder…" He muttered to himself, laying back down on the bench. "Eh, I'll check it out later." Yawn "After another nap." and proceeded to fall back asleep.

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"I bang on the door, but you won't let me in, 'cause you're sick and tired of me reeking of gin." Akira quietly sang to himself, finally reaching his destination. The back of the church was the same as ever, a large building made of stone and wood. The blond made sure to dodge the security camera on the building, not wanting any missunderstandings with tho poliece.

He reached the dumpter at the back of the church, and reached his hand under it. The blank envalope was taped to the bottom of the container of trash, and a quick jerk was all it took to release the envalope from the hold of the tape.

"FREASE!"

'...Crap baskets.' Akira slowly stood up next to the dumpster, his arms raised, the envelope of money in his right hand.

"Now, I know this looks bad." He said slowly, turning to look at the-

"God damn it Daren." The blond comedian relaxed, seeing it as only another friend of his, Daren the security guy at the church.

Daren was a taller man than Akira. His hands were fastened in the child position of a gun. Pointer fingers aimed somewhere between the blonds eyes, he was sure.

"I said freese! Hands where I can see them!" The guard continued to yell at the comedian.

"You know I can't take you seriously with your puffball hat." Akira walked forward, stuffing the envalope into his jeans pocket. He was stopped, however, when the pointer fingers of the made of hand gun was suddenly pressed forcefully into his forehead, the nails slightly digging into his forehead.

"What you say 'bout my hat?" Daren muttered dangerously. Akira backed up.

"Eh he he," Akira raised his hands in surrender. "Nothing. Nothing."

"Thats what I thaught." The guard narrowed his eyes and moved his hands into his jacket. "Anyway, seroisly. Find somewhere else to have your drug deals, my boss will find out if you keep doing this ya know."

"Ok, first off. These aren't drug deals, you know me better than that." The comedian replied at his friends accusation. "And second off,"

…

"Second off what?" Akira didn't give a reply, for he was already running towards the far side of the parking lot.

"YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE COPPER! AH HA HA HA HA!"

"BANG! BANG! BANG!" Daren had his finger gun out again, making gun noises at the departing blond.

Yes? No? Maybe? Suggestions?