Jennifer
**New York city was as bustling with activity as ever with a slight cloud coverage, making the sky a light grey. School was done for the day which meant it was time for Midoriya to run his errands and hit the gym for a while and then head home for dinner. At least, that was his plan.

He took out a single earphone and placed it in his ear and started listening to some music as he walked along the sidewalk path, eventually reaching his usual buss stop and taking a seat at the empty bench. He always came here because the stop was typically empty at this hour. Even if it was a bit further than the other buss stops, he didn't have to worry about being awkward around his classmates while they waited for a buss at the stops by the school.

He listened to various American artists, keeping his English sharp by analyzing the lyrics in his mind as he listened.

He sighed with content as he leaned back in his seat, keeping an eye out for the buss.**
Lisa
Every day was utterly exhausting. Being alive in this city was exhausting, perhaps that's why people called it the city that never sleeps; no one stopped, no one slowed, wavered, staggered. It was all constant. A tree lined street, background of crowded cookie cutter houses, cars whipping on by, saddened sky dwelling heavily above. The clouds may just collapse at any moment, weighing upon the world in their falling. Their tears would inevitably drench the dry world around him. 

He needed a drink. He needed release- anything at all. Anything was better than this weight- the weight he shared with the clouds above. Approaching the bus stop- destination bar, maybe gym, his eyes caught on green. The bastard had been sitting around here a while, and arrived long before him. They were always ahead, one step, two step, three and then five. He couldn't keep up, couldn't compare. Hatred seared at his innards as he glared down at the remaining wreckage of his regretful childhood, quietly seated himself on the opposite end of the bench, fingers gripping against the cold hard plastic, scraping his calloused palms as he uncomfortably fidgeted and shifted with anxiety- the kind that made him wanna hurl.

He couldn't just sit here and lock eyes with everything that he was not.

Their existence utterly butchered him and no matter his denial, his rejection, his rage, he couldn't escape the slow and agonzing torture that was their very being. He hated them and then he loved them and then he owed them the entire world and then some. Nothing could be defined, described, or pinpointed to one exact truth when everything in his head, memory and heart was in a muddle.
Jennifer
**He glanced over at Bakugo as he sat down, realizing he was *Also* Sitting at the buss stop to wait on the next transport. He took in a last breath before holding it to remain as quiet as possible. Since Bakugo hadn't spoken anything to him yet, he wondered if he even knew he was there at all. He didn't make eye contact with Bakugo at all as he sat as stiff as a board.

A single drop of sweat trickled down his face as he waited on the buss. Time slowed down. Seconds turned into minutes as he anxiously tapped his foot on the ground now, waiting on the buss to show up.**