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Random Fluff B/Cuz Yosh Loves Me | @hyakumcn

The words from Mirio had her giggling as the shockwave heroine set about ever so slooowly unlocking her door. “Hugging and kissing me? That sounds like a deal.”

Blinking silently, Shinsou was confused about why she would be interested in him or why she would think that they were similar for the first year. From what Shinsou knew, she had always been in the hero course. Though, maybe she meant something else?

“What do you mean I remind you of your first year? Were you in the gen-ed department or something?” Maybe it was a little rude to so directly address her, but Shinsou didn’t really like beating around the bush. Plus, it didn’t really seem like there was a reason to sugar coat anything. She seemed nice enough. Though, Shinsou didn’t really know her. 

“What’s your name?”

She couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Me? No, nothing like that.” Nejire had never been in the gen-ed department. Honestly, she wasn’t even sure she knew where it was. But, there had been a very memorable encounter for her during her first year at the sports festival involving another student who had been in the gen-ed.

“A classmate of mine, Ife Antar. I faced her in the Sports Festival in our first year. She was a gen-er, and I, ah...” She wasn’t sure how to sugarcoat this, so Nejire just laughed as she laced her fingers together behind her back.

“She ran towards me and I just. Punched her straight into the stands. She didn’t even get a chance to try to fight me.”

      ❛ Uh– um. I was just… wondering… ❜  God, she feels stupid.  A dusting of pink washes over her features as she stumbles over her words.  It shouldn’t be this hard to ask a simple question, but well – asking questions has never been her strong suit.  She hates feeling like she’s invading someone’s privacy, and asking for help is difficult in itself.  This question combines both of these feelings – hence the apparent hesitance. 

      ❛ I was wondering if I could… ask… if you have any studying tips. ❜  Hazel eyes flicker to the floor as she makes a conscious effort not to erase herself from the other’s perception and make a break for it.  ❛ Since you’re, y’know, top of the class and all… ❜

For a moment Nejire actually froze, unsure if she could have possibly heard correctly. There was... there was just no way that... having someone from her own class ask her for help was a rare enough occurrence. To have someone from class 3B ask for it?

She had to give herself a moment to process and to make sure she had actually heard correctly before trying to answer.

“Of course, as the lords light guides me I will lend you my assistance.”

He didn’t have much in the way of a map, the usual travel plan involved little more than following signs he interpreted as from the gods.  He scratched his head curiously, setting his gaze upon the woman who had approached him.

“Where exactly were you travelling?”  He inquired, probably useful information if he intended to be helpful in any way shape or form..

Nejire let out a small hum in response to the other’s question. She really wasn’t too sure where it was she was going... It was the Lord who gave her direction, and He wasn’t one to really spell out his plan in detail much before hand. It wasn’t something she minded, since it was her one and only job to simply follow His Will and Guidance, but it did make it a bit tricky when other people were involved.

“If you might happen to know of anyone who would be in need of any assistance here-- or, sparing that, the local church or even an inn?” Asking for just the ‘church’ should have been a gamble considering how, nine time out of ten, the locals didn’t worship or follow the same religious beliefs that she did. It never seemed to matter, though... The Lord’s voice and words were just as loud, no matter where she was.

008. — Break one of my muse’s bones. | @spectersouled | @transmutatiing

Where was Akio?

It was a stupid thought to go flickering through her mind, considering the face that was staring at her right now. It was his -- same dark hair, same dark eyes. What wasn’t his was the smirk that was painted across his lip, one that was stained a dark shade of red and was that by her own blood? 

He was smirking, laughing, and in one hand was a lead pipe that was coated in the same red shade. Nejire found herself letting out a shaky gasp as she took a stumbling step back, arm wrapping around herself as the fingers of her good hand curled around the focal point of pain on her other arm. It hurt. Why did it hurt? It--

The pipe. It had connected--

And c r a c k

    for a moment, he’s quiet, a little surprised by the request before shrugging it off. of course, he supposes that even nejire needed somewhere quiet to go from time to time; however, it only heightens his concern a bit. “of course.” he knows of several places, but he had the feeling this in particular was something that warranted his own quiet place. he thinks for a moment, but gives in – it’s something he feels he can trust her with; after all, she was close to him. making such a request had weight behind it with its importance.

    tamaki pauses as he stands, dark eyes attempting to meet her gaze before he carefully holds out a hand – a silent offer, one that she can deny if she wished, but that is there all the same. perhaps she needed something to hold onto for reassurance or otherwise.

Despite her reputation for being loud and obtrusive, Nejire really wasn’t one to invade other’s personal space-- not when she could avoid it, at the very least. Oddly enough, she herself wasn’t a fan over those who were overly affectionate and touchy, and she tended to skirt away from those who made a habit of putting their hands all over each. She lost her head sometimes and got a little ahead of herself when it came to poking and prodding, but she hated hanging over others like some sort of lovesick leech.

Still, the gesture coming from Tamaki meant something, and after a long moment she reached out to take his hand. Nejire held it lightly for just a moment before squeezing it, holding on as it he would suddenly slip away and the only lifeline she had would vanish. It wasn’t... really a completely crazy fear though, was it. One day that was what would happen. 

“Tamaki...”

The thought almost had her stopped in her tracks and pulling away. He would, as much as she wanted to deny it. He would leave, consumed by whatever future was in front of him. It was one that wouldn’t involve her -- wasn’t that always the case? She could count on one hand the number of people in her life that she had known prior to UA, and Nejire wasn’t sure if it was cheating to actually include her father.

Honestly... she wasn’t sure if she could actually include him. He would have to actually be involved to count.

She couldn’t really help if the look she was giving him was a bit skeptical (and she also couldn’t help if one hand went to rest on her stomach, but that response had little to do with him in truth). Haru hadn’t exactly treated her or her classmates with much kindness or respect over the past year that he had been at UA, and Nejire hadn’t really been expecting much when he had approached her to ask if he could speak with her privately. At most she had maybe expected some sort of apology, something that he might have been forced to give... not this.

“You want... me to train you.” A blink, followed by a snort. “Me. A member of the group that you’ve just looked down on and laughed at. You want me to take time out of my schedule, out of my own training and homework and coursework and internship and just general own free time, and you want me to spend it training you.”

Send Black Bird for one of my muse’s bad memories | @ofowl

A lot of people -- a lot of young women, really -- would chalk up the day they found out they were pregnant as one of the happiest days of their life, especially when it happened to be with the man they loved. And oh, how she loved Mirio. How she loved Ife. Did her feelings for one somehow lessen what she felt for the other...? Depending upon who you asked she was certain the answer was yes, but in her heart she was positive the truth was no. She loved them both and with all of her heart...

And learning she would have Mirio’s child should have made her oh-so-happy.

A cold, sick feeling of dread was all that twisted through her gut as the doctor spoke, her voice slowed and tempered to try to make what she was saying somehow hurt less-- as if that was even possible. There were so many risks to this pregnancy, and that was completely disregarding the fact that she was part of the hero course. Dropping out of UA and getting her license later honestly meant less to Nejire than most people thought, only she really wasn’t sure if she was going to have time for that.

“ Well.. I AM looking for uh.. Uhm. ”

great, she’s forgotten what class she was supposed to go. maybe it was a good idea to get a good look at that identity file that was given to her so that she may play the part of sakurai during her stay here. though it wouldn’t be long until she’s able to remember now. 

“ That’s right! Class 3-B. Aha.. I guess I gotta work on my memory skills. But if you wouldn’t mind taking me to that class, I’d really appreciate it! ”

getting directions for now would be the best choice to make. the staff however.. they would come for another time. the teaching staff here were heroes after all. and getting attention to herself was the last thing that she wanted. other than that, she would jeopardize her identity.  

“Class 3B? That means we’re gonna be rivals then.” 

She meant it playfully, and Nejire grinned as she spoke. To try to make sure her point was clear she nudged the other in the side before nodded. “I can take you to their class though, sure. Or, well, at least I think I can... If not I definitely can find another class 3B student. I’m in class 3A so I don’t really go to that classroom much, and we probably won’t see each other too much then.”

Nejire spoke blithely, but it wasn’t like she wasn’t bothered by the thought. She just knew there was no point in really getting too attached and, in turn, getting too upset. Still-- “I’m Nejire. I don’t think we ever really introduced ourselves-- what’s your name?”

“What’s to stop someone with a brainwash quirk from reaching inside and reprogramming you? Being mechanical is no less risky in this age than being human- there are quirks able to access a human brain just as easily as a machine.”

“I have some of the best cyber-security protocols on the planet, and I am updating them every day. If someone was able to hack me, there would be significantly larger issues- such as potential economic collapse due to a hack on the world’s stock market. In addition, for an attempt to even be made, a hostile would have to physically attach to my systems. I have also installed failsafes within myself that will automatically shut me down and contact my primary maintenance assistant in the unlikely event of a system breach.”

It’s quite clear Six has put a lot of consideration into this particular issue, and done everything possible to mitigate the risk. 

“The first activation of my AI core was over 16 years ago. Construction of my body was five years and two months ago, and I have been out of the lab I was built in for three years and six months.”

She was trying to find a reason to say no. That was all this really came down to. There was nothing wrong with Six, no reason to not train her, no reason to not be her mentor. Nejire just wanted to say ‘no’ without feeling guilt, and she just wanted to say that because... Because she was afraid.

She was young, she had just graduated, and Nejire had hoped she would have a chance to escape from the shadow that the title of Big Three had cast over her. Doing this would just drag her back under, making her one of, if not the youngest mentor ever. Not only that, but the mentor of the first inhuman hero? Well-- inhuman in the sense of not biological, considering Nedzu. 

Couldn’t she ever just be normal?

Her own wants and desires, though, were going to wind up getting in the way of another’s future. It wasn’t fair... but life wasn’t fair. Nejire knew she could stand there and whine and mope about how just wrong this was all she wanted, but it wouldn’t accomplish or change anything. All she could really do was just. Embrace it.

he had been called. whatever the reason behind it maybe, he was sure that with the look that his senpai had given to him, he was quite sure that there was something that was needed to be done. though he honestly think that he was going to have to do whatever his senpai had in mind. whatever it may be, he supposed he was ready for it. or maybe he was just over thinking through things again. 

“ … ”

but without hesitation, he would come to follow her. if it really was something that he must do, then he will do it. and he was quite sure that it was a way for him to truly see himself as befitting to join the ranks of the heroics department. 

all this time he had done nothing but prove himself befitting, only to show what he can do but not actually show to others what he would be like as a hero. now he understands–  and it is without a doubt, that whatever his senpai has planned for him. it is a way for him to truly know for sure, and by himself. that he maybe fit to be even called a hero.

Her plan was hardly a complicated one, or even really a convoluted one. It was just a common complaint that Nejire had heard before. Being unable to show off what they were capable of did tend to make it difficult, but then so did refusing to go out and show off their quirk as well. Get up get up get up-! And go out and do something! Stop a criminal, rescue someone, and get noticed!

Akai was a first year though, so she could understand that he might be a bit reticent to go out and do something so crazy and brash on his own. That was why she was here, then-!

Knowing that she wouldn’t insist on going to the city -to the humans- was a great relief, helping to ease his worries, even if only a little. 

Awkwardly shifting in his place, he tried to find something to say, but nothing came to his mind. Then, she offered a deal.

It sounded fairly reasonable, considering what she went through not even an hour ago just to help him. Well, not like he really needed a camp for the night, but still, he appreciated her concern. Not many were willing to offer him some help.

Without adding a word, he nodded in answer, and then turned to start walking, gesturing at her to follow him. He knew these woods better than her, after all.

An awkward smile, followed by a sudden- 

“Wait-!”

Nejire stretched her good arm out as Hadou stepped forward to better support her, mare standing beside her as the paladin was forced to put some of her weight back against her. She didn’t want to scare him, but...

“Um-... I... I won’t stop you if you want to go to the woods tonight but... but I have a...” And a fidget at that, unsure of how to tell him the truth without actually telling him the truth. She didn’t exactly like to go around and blab about how she was touched by The Lord, after all.

“... I just might prefer to sleep a little more out in the open, that’s all.”

           ❝ I’d rather not have anyone I knew before U.A. with me. ❞ She sneers, her neutral expression twisted in disgust. ❝ I won’t be held responsible for what I’d do if they tried to come near me again. ❞

     Oh there’s that bitterness she’s held close for all too long, but can you blame her ? Her middle school years weren’t the highlight of her life after all. She’s thankful for her classmates now, despite her prickly attitude towards them - especially the girls.

          ❝ I have plenty of confidence in the girls, even if they do drive me up the damn wall. I’d definitely rely on them in a tough spot. What about you, Hado-senpai ? ❞ 

Yet another, hmm, trait? No-- maybe? There was a word that Nejire was looking for and a word that she couldn’t quite find. Trend? People in UA... it wasn’t uncommon for them to’ve come from unhappy backgrounds. At least... comparatively? Nejire’s time prior to UA was something she didn’t want to remember and didn’t want to repeat, and it wasn’t much of a surprise that Jirou felt the same as well.

“Of course I would rely on them, though I know in a pinch they’d probably have to fight to get past Mirio and Tamaki to reach me first.” A smile at that. In truth? She would always put her life in the hands of the other members of the Big Three, and she knew they would do the same for her. The girl did as well... but there was no denying there was just a small amount of bitterness over the division between Big Three and Not Big Three.