Nezumi was happy; really he was after all he was able to find a gorgeous dovi wolf cichlids for the tank in 1-A one male and a female he even found some snails and other bottom feeders that he hopped would live longer than a week. There was a big possibility that they would not; the snails maybe he did get a hefty amount of them to try and counter the 'oh look they have all been eaten' that he was sure would happen at least once that's just the kind of fish these where after all; add water ever day after feeding time; hope you comeback with all fingers after feeding time maybe he could teach the red haired boy how to feed them his quirk was some kind of rock Harding if he remembered right.
So he should feel happy, he should be happy and he knew this. Class 1-A was his biggest challenge with the fish and now it was solved so why? Why was it that he just wanted to go to the roof of this building and have a smoke? He had them shoved into his hoodie pocket already; he was heading up the stairs because where else on school grounds would he be able to without being seen by the camera's let alone by all the pro heroes that in the dorm building at the moment; he missed when it was only him.
It was too risky to try and have a smoke and he knew that but his mind felt so foggy as his body moved past the dorm rooms jumping at ever little sound that seemed so much louder than they should be because when did everything get so loud. The shuffling of feet from the other side of one door the clink of a cup being put on a counter in another, the thud as one of the heroes let their body fall onto a soft bed.
It was quite sounds, sounds he shouldn't be able to hear but he could and soon his feet where going faster; up the stairs and into another hallway because he couldn't just go up to the roof and get this over with now could he? No because then someone would know; someone would follow him and stop him from the relaxing smoke before he was able to take a puff because he was a kid and they were heroes that would get into everyone's business so he would pretend he was just wandering so he had to slow down, just walk nothing faster nothing slower but this floor was worse!
The hushed whispers behind one door, the laughter from another, the yelling that was coming from the last door in the hall and how it made his ears ring and his body hurt how he knew no one was in that room because that was his room and he wanted to cover his ears but if he did that someone would see, someone would know he was not happy.
Nezumi smiled wide as he started skipping down the hall because skipping was faster than walking right?
If he was skipping then he would still look happy like he was supposed to be after all today he finished setting up all the fish tanks and tomorrow he would be able to start watching them grow and live in the tanks he put together. It felt like forever till he got back to the stairs and he was almost there, the last flight before the roof and he was taking to steps at a time because he did not want anyone to catch him; to stop him and he almost made it his hand freezing before he could touch the door handle and then it was being pulled open from outside and he could feel his heart drop as he looked at the man standing in front of him, wearing gray sweats, baggie black sweater and a pair of black framed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose and for a moment Nezumi wondered if that was the reason why he pinched it so much.
Nezumi grinned up at him "hiya shota! What you doing all the way up here?" he said as he put his own hands behind his head as he stood up straighter leaning back a little as he crossed his legs and put his the tip of one of his slippers on the ground and he found himself very thankful there had been a landing before the door. "Didn't know you needed glasses, is that why you are always glaring? Cuz ya can't see?" and he should really shut up, learn to hold his tongue; think before speaking it SOUNED so EASY yet it's like his words just forced themselves out on their own.
Shota on the other hand just raised his eyebrow as he looked the kid up and down, yellow slippers that had "put your hands" on one and the other read "up radio" he was wearing blue PJ pants with so many different coloured smiley faces on them and to top it off his hoodie that had a base colour of white and that would not be so bad even with the what looked like spilled paint on it in oh so many different colours (it wasn't spilled pant it was part of the hoodie) but in the brightest red on the front it read "FUCK YOU I'M A BADASS BITCH"
"You look like a train wreak"
Nezumi gasped, putting a hand to his chest like it the man's words had hurt him "you wound me sir" he said as he moved his one foot that was tapping the floor with his toes; that was weird when did he start doing that?
He had both feet on the floor now "I'm not a train wreak" and he could see shota's mind working ever little eye movement, twitch in his body seemed to slam into Nezumi; he could see the way his mouth tightened like he did when he was going to say something back "I'm going to be a train wreak" and he moved, ducking under the man's arm that was thankfully still holding the door open before he turned around to look at the man's back.
"dang nabbit I missed, guess I'll just be a single train in a wreak this time around" he pouted, but he could already feel his body relaxing in the chilled night hair, could almost taste the horrible smoke on his tongue because those things did not taste good what so ever and he had no idea why he kept smoking them; he'll go with how it seemed to force him to take deep breaths; maybe that's why he found them so relaxing; so calming or maybe it was because that was the few times he could just stop THINKING.
And if Nezumi spun around and fell onto the cold ash fault of the roof while Shota turned around just to make the point that he was indeed a single train train wreak; well that was what he wanted to do and it's not like he hurt himself doing that so it was fine. And he was so close to putting his hands into his hoodie pocket to pull out his smokes but he had to fight against the twitch of his arm because Mr. Hobo hero had finished turning around and was looking at him.
He turned his head, away from looking at the night sky so full of star's, so pretty that he didn't want to look away but he had to because Shota had sighed and he was sure that if he wasn't wearing glasses he would be pinching the bridge of his nose but when he tore his eyes away from the full sky and to the grumpy man he was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed and if Nezumi didn't know better he would of said the man had a softer look of his face for a second, just a second and Nezumi had to question if he had really seen it or not.
"The cockatoo wants to have a diner with everyone and you are the only one missing" it was such a simple answer because of course Mr. mic wanted to do something he seemed like the type and with this being his first night with the teachers he should have been expecting it. "He refuses to start without you there"
Nezumi frowned as he looked at shota from his spot on the ground before looking back to the sky "I'm not hungry" and shit he said that wrong his tone of voice was WRONG and he didn't want that so he forced the grin back on his face as he sat up to look at the man again "I already eat; I didn't know he was planning something please do tell him I'm deeply sorry" and maybe he would leave now because Nezumi wasn't hungry so there was NO reason for him to go down to eat with them.
He was not expecting to hear the man sit down beside him on the roof, he fought against the flint and he hopped Shota didn't notice how his muscles tightened or how he moved away just a smidge like a millimeter so really it was like he didn't move at all.
"What have you eaten?" because really; why would he not ask that? And he was homeless and this was Shota Awaiza, this was pro hero Eraserhead one of the few pro's that he knew would help out the homeless even if it was something as simple as giving them a sandwich. He had watched many cry from such a simple dead done by the man so of course he would ask because Nezumi was still in homeless; street rat setting.
Nezumi shrugged his shoulders because he couldn't remember the last this he eat he was sure it was a bowl of cereal or something just as easy to make but that most of been a couple days ago by know but he wasn't lying to Eraserhead, no he would never because he did not feel hungry not at all.
And Shota hummed, he didn't say anything for a couple minutes as the two of them looked up at the stars and the second he was pulled out of his thoughts he wished that the man sitting beside him would just go, or not talk to him because he didn't want to eat anything.
"Come on kid, the foods going to get cold" and Shota stood up shoving his hands into his pockets as he looked down at the small child that looked 3 years younger than what he was. He grinned at the man before standing up and patting any dust or anything off his clothing "and everyone is probably wondering where we are"
And that had Nezumi stumble because he had said that earlier as well hadn't he? He was sure off it, Hizashi wanted everyone there, he was the only one not there. "I thought everyone where in their rooms?" he came out more of a question then he meant it to be but he was SURE that he could hear people in their rooms, he tilted his head to the side and for once in what he felt was so long let his face do what it wanted, he looked utterly and most defiantly confused at that moment because he heard people in the rooms he knows he did it was as clear as day.
He watched as Shota looked back at him with a raised eyebrow and he could swear that something else crossed his face but maybe he was just seeing things because it was only there a second; less than a second a millisecond maybe? What's less than a millisecond? Nezumi didn't know and he felt this NEED to know what that was called, if it even had a name.
"not yet" it was such a simple answer and spoken like Shota knew that those simple words where been heard so much louder then everything else; he was right and Nezumi had to think about how this man seemed to read him like an open book when he fought so hard to put up a front and he wanted to shove his hands into his hoodie pocket but no he can't do that; put up a front, smile widely put your hands on the back of your head and let out a laugh like he didn't want to curl up and cover his ears in a dark corner.
"Well that's weird, would think they would like to at least look at their rooms" and he started walking again, following behind Mr. Hobo hero, making sure to add a little skip in his step while he dug his nails into his skelp because he had to stop thinking about that know.
"Grading" it was said like that was the answer to all of life problems, like that would explain away the sounds, the voices; the yelling coming from his room.
They didn't walk through the hallways witch made sense, they were going downstairs after all there was no need to walk all over the building like he had been doing to get up to the roof, and all that wasted work since he wasn't even able to have a smoke. He wish they could stop by his room on the way back but they had already past his floor, almost to the bottom now and he could hear the laughter, the talking; the happy yelling and he had to wonder if he was really hearing them because if no one had been in their rooms before was he really hearing anything then? Was he know? He felt dizzy.
"Sounds like they are having fun"
And he didn't feel as dizzy anymore and even though he was still walking behind the man he wondered if he could tell what he was thinking, maybe it was the slightly off step he did when he first heard the others, maybe he could hear the very small inhale of a breath he tied to hide or maybe he was just saying it for the sake of saying; tired of how quite he had been on the walk down and Nezumi almost swore because he wasn't a quite person; around others anyways. He laughed.
"Well I guess they are going to be blown away when I get in to join dem" and okay maybe it didn't make all the sense in the world but then again what did?
And he ducked under the past the man, jumping down the last couple steps as he did, landing at the bottom he spun so he was looking right at Shota "well come on Snorlax, we gotta go party the night away" than he was past the doors, running over to the others while he laughed.
"There you are little listener! I was about to go hunt you and Shou down if you guys didn't turn up soon" the blond cockatoo said.
"Well then be glad I found him! Sleeping on the roof he's gonna catch a cold doing stuff like that"
And Hizashi gasped as he looked over at Shota "you were supposed to be looking for him, should of sent someone else if you were just going to sleep" and he had a playful look, his voice screaming that he was just bugging the sleepy man. Nezumi laughed loudly when he heard a "oh god, there's two of them" and someone of the teachers where laughing right along with him, Nemuri giving Shota a knowing look that Nezumi himself could not see.
"and know that everyone is here" and Nezumi didn't know why he wasn't told about this before he would of come, no need to make someone look for him; he didn't want to cause any more trouble, didn't want to waste anyone's time. "I made Pizza" and then he watched as Hizashi pulled out some deep dish pizza's that looked like he had indeed made them and not just popped them into the oven.
They looked greasy, with all that cheese and who knows what else they had on them but there was one thing he knew and that was that the pizza's looked like they would have to be eaten with a knife and fork because they looked HEAVY, Nezumi felt his gut twist when the sent meat his nose and he just wanted to leave because he didn't think he would be able to eat anything like that.
He got two pieces that looked to be a good size each with a smile and a 'thank you' to the blond man, he went to go sit at the coffee table while the adults took the sofa's, a movie already on the screen.
They talked the whole time and that was okay, even if Nezumi had to fight with himself not to get up and run to the bathroom, had to fight not to puke up his food because it was just so heavy, so greasy; he only had half a piece before he felt a hand on his shoulder and he had to fight not to flinch away from it, had to fight with his voice to shut up so he would not shriek or yelp or making a sound that would sound like he was scared.
"You don't have to force yourself to eat" and it was Shota and he hadn't even realized that the man had been sitting behind him but he just looked down at his food, the light of the movie lighting it up and he frowned, he could frown right? It's not like anyone would see him not with the very limited amount of light coming from the movie, not with all of them sitting behind him.
He finished his food and after the movie he told the others he was tired and wanted to go to bed so he left, he didn't make it to his room before he had to run into the bathroom and leaning over the toilet, dry heaving and coughing as he held his stomach with one hand; other on the stall wall. He didn't know how long he was their but he couldn't find it in him to move because the sickening heavy food was still twisting his insides, still causing him to heave and cough till after what felt like hours he moved his hand off the wall and brought it to his mouth; shoving two fingers to the back of his throat and then the half-digested food was leaving his body. It wasn't all of it but it was enough that he felt like he could move again, his stomach not feeling as twisted as it had been.
He washed his hands before leaving the bathroom and to his room before collapsing onto his bed and curling up on himself. He couldn't believe what he just did that, he had never forced himself to puke before normally he needed all the food he could get his hands on. He covered his ears trying to muffle the screaming that seemed to bounce around the walls of the empty room.
He doesn't remember falling asleep that night.