Scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours. UNFINISHED

by Jaz423

Summary:

You were born a mutation quirk that made you tall, pale, and took your voice in exchange for silent footfalls. Not a far trade, in your eyes, though you can't change the circumstances of your birth.

But doesn't exactly help your case whenever you tried to find work. There was nobody who'd give you a long-term job without abuse from your coworkers, and HR HATED you for 'being creepy' and 'a liability'. And with your sister getting more sick by the day, you couldn't afford to keep playing nicely. So, naturally, you turned to crime. The ability to creep around without making a sound helped. You resigned yourself to only stealing from chain-establishments, not from small businesses or the poor.

But you meet somebody who might change all of that..

Notes:

I was a bit bored, and a friend who LOVES MHA was kind enough to give me this prompt.

One night, you're creeping down the darker part of the sidewalk, on the way to steal from a shop that had closed half an hour ago. It wouldn't be too hard, you'd just have to avoid the cameras and steal a few bills from each of the cash registers, like always. Not enough that they'd get suspicious.

You freeze in your spot once you hear quiet coughing. It sounds wet and pained. Eugh. And it's coming from the alleyway.. that can't be good. Might as well check it out. You steal cash, sure, but you aren't evil.

You slink down the alleyway, eyes wide. You approach the dumpster, and see a figure on the floor. He seems roughed up, and there's blood drying on the concrete.

"Hey, listener." He grins up at you weakly

Notes:

This is only posted so that the draft isn’t deleted!!