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It was a sunny day, and the sky was blue. There was a field of sunflowers, and they were in their prime, it was like heaven on earth. Somewhere hidden in the sunflower field was a hunched over figure, muttering to himself incomprehensibly. The figure was moving violently, clawing at the dirt with his broken fingernails. The boy had dirty blonde hair and red eyes, he was beautiful. But his eyes were bloodshot, and there were tears leaking from the corners. His nose was running slightly, and he was sweating profusely.
The boy stopped when he found what he was looking for. He paused, panting and sweating. His scratched up hands shook as he pulled a shoe box out from the ground. It was damp to the touch and discolored from aging. The boy pulled the lid off of the box hurriedly and revealed stacks and stacks of green money.
The boy hastily stuffed everything he could carry into his pockets. His beating heart calmed down slightly, he let out a huge breath, as if he had been holding it the whole time. The anxiety that was crawling all over his body like ants finally disappeared.
He stood up, and was slightly jolted by the sight of all the sunflowers, having forgotten where he was. He looked up at the blue sky and saw a pair of crows flying in circles. Blankness filled his eyes. He stood there motionlessly for a long time before leaving, pockets bulging.
The boy looked out of place in the idyllic countryside. It was too bright. The mountains were too big. It was too quiet. The wind smelled good.
He had to go back. The boy hitched a ride with a stranger, a kindly old farmer. He fell asleep halfway through the ride. He dreamed about his mother and green eyes and sunflowers. It was very beautiful.
When they arrived, the kind farmer woke him up, the boy thanked him and bid his farewell. The boy was in the city, surrounded by hustle and bustle, it was where he belonged.
"I have to go to Dabi..." The boy dragged his feet. The sky was dark and starless.
The boy walked for hours. He walked until the skyscrapers turned into beat-up looking houses. He walked until the busy city people turned into shadows in windows. He walked until his feet got blisters.
He focused on counting the house numbers, 775...776...777!
Finally, he arrived. He dragged himself to the front door and banged his fist into the front door loudly. He waited and counted in his head. One, two, Three...
He got to thirty before he knocked again, this time with even more force.
"Dabi!" He yelled. "Hurry up!"
Suddenly the door was thrown open. There was a tall and lean man. Covered in scars. The boy had always thought that Dabi's eyes were too blue.
"G'morning." Dabi groaned, rubbing his eyes. "Haven't seen you in a while."
"Had some stuff to do." The boy said curtly, pushing past him into the house. The stench was heavy. Alcohol, cigarettes, people. The boy was used to this.
"Let me stay the night, I got nowhere to go." The boy collapsed on the couch, sinking his tired body into the soft material.
"Weren't you going to that fancy school?"Dabi sat down on the armchair covered in stains, turned on the TV and started flicking through channels.
"Starting tomorrow." The boy closed his eyes as sounds from the TV flooded his head. "They have dorms there, I'll be gone in the morning."
"Ah-huh..." Dabi says absent-mindedly.
Silence descends between the two of them, the TV blaring.
"...I want to buy some more." The boy finally says.
"I thought you said you don't 'do that shit' anymore." Dabi taunts him.
"This is the last time I'm buying from you." The boy scowled. "And then I'll focus on school."
And then I'll be number one.
"Okay..." Dabi drawled, not convinced. He put the remote down and got up. "Wait here."
The boy watched Dabi leave the room, and then turned his eyes to the TV.
"...Two villains have been dealt with by All Might today. No casualties." The TV shows clips of All Might fighting villains. The boy sits up and watches intently.
"The hero also said the other day in an interview that he would now be teaching at U.A high starting the new semester..."
The boy smiled in excitement, his eyes bright. The cold light of the TV highlighted his features with intensity.
"I can't wait to shape and guide the new generation of heroes to their bright futures..." All might's booming voice came through the old TV.
Dabi walks in, and the boy stops paying attention to the TV. Dabi unceremoniously tossed a zip lock bag in the boys direction. The boy hurriedly opened the bag, being careful not to spill the contents inside. Dabi laughs loudly at the boy's desperate actions.
"Better make it last, since it's your last time and all." Dabi collapsed into his armchair.
"Right..." The boy says absent-mindedly. "I just need..." He trailed off as he reached into the bag filled with snow-white powder. He enjoyed feeling the texture of the cold powder. His hand stung from the small cuts and scrapes, but he didn't pay it any mind.
Dabi was watching him the whole time. "Pay me before you get your germs everywhere."
The boy nodded, reached into his pocket and tossed him a stack of money. He knelt down next to the coffee table, made a small mountain and attentively separated it into lines. Then he took a note, carefully rolled it up, brought it to his nostril...
Dabi was flicking through the channels again. A loud laugh track filled the boys head like sand. He sat up, staring at his reflection on the surface of the coffee table. He did this for a long time, watching with fascination as his pupils became larger and larger. "...I can become number 1."
Dabi didn't answer him, watching the show. Watching stupid people on the TV.
"I'll leave this place, this is my ticket out." The boy smiled with intensity. "I'll be better than All Might."
The sitcom laughed at the boy, and so did Dabi. A violent, evil laugh. The whole world was laughing.
'The boy' sat there in dazed happiness, chuckling along with the sitcom. He sat there thinking about a lot of things. He thought of school the most. He knew that he had to be the best. He had to. It was his only chance. Right now he may be lying on the dirty carpet of a junkies house, but soon he'll be fighting villains and gaining the admiration and respect of everybody. He will-
I need more, the boys thoughts were cut off. "Just a little more..." He muttered under his breath.
So he did more, and more, and more, he did it until Dabi went to sleep, he did it until the sun came up and it's 6 am and he can hear the birds, and he hates himself and he feels happy, until he doesn't and he hates his life and he wants to die but he still wants more and more and more.
Finally, he has a hot shower. Puts on his uniform, and gets his life started. It'll all work out for the boy.
Hello! im just writing this to pass the time, so don't expect super regular updates or you know like, quality. im planning on making this pretty short, maybe 15 chapters? I know this chapter is super short, the other ones are gonna be a minimum of 2000 words.
anyway, i don't know too much about cocaine, but ill try my best to get accuracy. Don't expect any happiness in this fic lol
thanks for reading, bye.
why did i write this?