DECAY IS NOT THE END

INDIE. SELECTIVE  -  ORIGINAL CHARACTER.

A study in childhood trauma, of rising against the odds to prove others wrong, of guiding the next generation, of heroism and found family.

Introducing MAXIME “WARDEN” BELLEROSE, adored by Grand.

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ADDENDUM: per my oc's canon, Warden has had a crush on a canon character for fourteen years, since her first year at UA High. i want to clarify that I never intend to force a ship onto my writing partners, however, and I am more than amenable to plotting a one-sided crush dynamic, or even to forego the entire thing if it makes you uncomfortable. it is simply extra flavoring and angst food !

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Before Maxime could blink, she'd find herself with leather cladded arms laced around her shoulders and the scent of sweet tobacco cologne wrapping around her as the comforting weight of a certain blonde's chin softly rested on the crown of her head.

"Happy mother's day, Babe." Hizashi hums, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as Fuji shyly approaches with the awkwardness of a fawn learning to walk with handmade paper roses and a mix tape labelled 'Maxime's 1st mother's day mix' sat tucked in the middle, courtesy of the two. The teen presses the gifts into her arms before she could protest and rests his burning cheek on her shoulder.

Having already called her mother earlier, Warden had assumed her Mothers' Day would end there. Yes, she considered herself a motherly figure to Fuji, but she didn't dare yet call herself that - it was for the teen to decide, ultimately, and she would go at his pace. So it was a surprise when the two approached her with celebratory wishes and a gift in hand. Oh, she could cry.

With a bright, beaming smile, she wrapped an arm around Fuji's shoulders and kissed his cheek, before turning to give Hizashi one as well.

❝ Oh my god, you two surprised me ! Thank you so much, both of you, this is ... this is so sweet, I love it. ❞

She gently pried the CD from the paper roses, looking it over before inspecting the flowers with her smile growing more and more by the second. Oh, the effort put into this, the care ... she was so blessed to have them both.

❝ You two are the best gifts I could've gotten, but I will cherish these gifts as well. Thank you so, so much, for all of this ! ❞

She wiped her brow and looked at her work with a satisfied, somewhat smug expression.

By the dim light of the living room corner lamp, Warden had set everything up for Shōta's ' lesson ' that evening. Drinks on the coffee table, a whiteboard set up behind her, a notebook and pen placed on his seat, and a laptop nearby opened to several websites pertaining to today's subject.

And the subject? Gender, and understanding common concepts and words in the LGBT+ community.

It had begun when Shōta approached her a few days ago, asking her to teach him. Apparently, a new student in his class identified as transgender, and he, wanting to do right by every student, did what anyone should logically do in this situation: recognized and admitted he was unequipped and uneducated, and approached someone more versed in the topic to teach him. And so, Warden had prepared for this night, to teach her partner all she knew on the subject - or at least, enough to introduce him and answer his questions, and present more over time as he got eased into the deeper waters.

As Shōta walked into the living room, she was facing the whiteboard, but elven-like ears caught his footsteps, and she spoke;

"you're here..?"

[ /because im evil ]

send me   “ you’re here…?”   for your muse to wake up in a hospital bed and find my muse holding their hand.      send    “ i’m here. “    for my muse to wake up and find yours. 

If she could, she'd have made a deal with whatever god was out there to switch their places.

It shouldn't have been him in the hospital bed, waking up to Warden's worried face, and her hands grasping onto his with both a strong and weak grasp, desperate to hold onto him but terrified of breaking him further. It should've been her, the adult, the parent, in his place. Her boy ...

As his eyes opened slowly, pink-hued and foggy from his sleep still, her own met them, scanning for any signs of pain in his gaze. For a blessing, he seemed to hopped up on painkillers ...

❝ Hey, Hunter ... how are you feeling ? ❞

How could he be feeling, after a war? How could he be doing well, after risking his life, at such a young age, to save all of Japan? Gods, how could any of them, the adults, allow this? How did they all end up agreeing to letting these ... these children, risk it all, for the failures of the pro heroes? This would haunt her forever ...

Quietly, she leaned in closer to Hunter, one hand freeing itself to brush some hair off his clammy forehead, gently. She hoped he wouldn't return the question to her. Not yet. She wanted him to focus on his own health for now. Not ask why she was keeping her right leg out of his view.

As they talked, one of the workers of the izakaya walked over, silently placing some snacks for them to the left of their tea, to which Warden simply nodded, dismissing the nervous man. Clearly, Aizawa's presence was noticed by the grunts and allied civilians alike, and wether or not they knew his position, his demeanor and composure said enough to keep the most anxious of them on their toes.

Disregarding that, Warden listened intently as Shōta spoke. Perhaps she should send one of the couriers over, yes. While she did not actually like tea at all, only drinking it by respect and politeness for the family, perhaps her 'subordinates' would enjoy a finer drink than what they had on hand. A reward of sorts, and a carrot to keep them from trying to knock her teeth in next time they feel grumpy. That was the challenge when leading a bunch of no good weapon-wielding criminals - they could always turn on you. So treat them well, and see how they treat you well in turn. That's how you built loyalty.

Cut brows furrowed a little as he mentioned today's business including talks on her place in the family business. Fuck, did the 'little brother' talk? Did he go ahead and whine about her taking a leadership positions among the grunts, cry to the older brothers about how she'd disregard his orders at times when she judged them reckless or plain stupid? That might be a problem. Still, she kept her composure, sipping the tea before breathing out, then staring back at Aizawa, her face betraying none of her internal questionning.

❝ Must be important for you to come all the way out here. Don't tell me the boys made me look bad enough that the big dogs now know my name ? ❞