Things Getting Worse[saga]

It was not a need of food that had him doing these things. At the beginning it was in order ot help out a younger kid he saw that was about to get caught. after that it was a way for him to get a thrill out of his increasingly stressful life. Since then Amare had put on his "cape" and escaped the world of uptight teachers and abnormally strict rules and dove into a world where his own choices mattered. Where he could do what he wanted to do without having to worry about the "reputation" of his hero career and how that would impact his future job decisions. It helped with his nightmares, he kept telling himself. If he could focus on his next 'bag' his next 'score' he would not have time to have him mind wander which is when the nightmares would happen. None of the other students knew what it was like. They did not seem to see or share his point of view.

Taking to the Group Chat many of his fellow (albeit older) students suggeted he just let it be. Or even have a milky beverage with some plain snack to accompany it. One even suggested taking to violence as a way of release. Well this way was way better than something as destructive as that. He would simply go into a store and take what he wanted. Then he would leave. The stores were always the bigger sort and never the small 'mom and pop' shops that you hear often having financial trouble. The places he hit would never notice that he had taken a few items and nor would they care.

Although in the recent weeks, stealing had gone larger than just simple groceries and convenience stores. He had started looking for larger targets. Using his small growing population in the backstreets of Tokyo, Amare worked his way into an open house viewing. The type of place someone would go to with a realtor as if they were going to buy a house. Sneaking in he was able to take a few household items. The problem was that none of these things he really wanted. He was just doing it to see if he could. And also for the thrill. The kids that minutely depended on him were ecstatic at the 'fancy' items he was able to procure but he himself was not feeling that type of 'score'. So he went back to his roots, grocery stores.

After about a month of this he found himself only going for one item. Garlic Bread. This item was not high in demand but Amare had broken his earlier rule about 'mom and pop' shops and decided to steal from any and everybody that sold the stuff. Small flyers started going up he noticed, "The Garlic Bread Thief" or "Garlic Bread Snatcher" seemed to be the nickname the locals decided on. From what he understood and was taught at the school, something like this would be handled by the local police that was split up into jurisdictions and then further split up into smaller groups of individual officers. Meaning, unless things got violent or quirk-related, an actual hero would not be getting involved. Which meant that Amare being a quirker himself would have very little to worry about in terms of getting caught and not being able to get away. His hero training had done something towards keeping him healthy and in shape and what he used his body for was his own business.

"Granny O's" was his next victim. He had not been to this shop before but he could smell the bread being made from a mile away. Something that smelt that good would definitely taste even better and would add to the notches of shops he been steadily collecting. Standing outside the store in an inconspicuous outfit he felt his blood beginning to pump as he timed his entrance with another person also going into the shop. He would get in, get out without really taking a moment to scope the area. Risky he knew but what was he afraid of? Cameras?