send “you’re such an idiot.” for my muse to tend to your muse’s wounds.
( send “reverse: you’re such an idiot.” for your muse to tend to my muse’s wounds instead. )
Miho stretched her arms over her head, working out the kinks in her shoulders. Huffed and puffed and her arms came back to hang at her side. Not before adjusting the sash she donned containing the metal spheres she used with her quirk. They always felt heavy, awkward but she had been told to have them nearby because surprises around every corner. Something like that, something close.
Continued on her way until a rather loud ruckus emitted from behind her. Turned her head sharply to gaze over her shoulder, Miho’s brow pinched together. Hand moved to hover over one of the spheres draped across her chest. The disturbance only grew more and more deafening. A thunderous storm erupting and tumbling towards her. Those voices in her head screaming at her, demanding for her run. Yet Miho remained.
Prepared herself for lightning’s strike but found a figure rolling out from the corner and falling messily to the floor. What...?
“Oh my gosh!” Miho brought her hand away from her would be defenses and quickly ran over to the heap on the floor. Dropped to her knees and carefully hovered her hands about the individual’s back. “Hey? Are you still there? Wait you are-?” Ackerman-san?
Face contorted into one of shock and disbelief. “Ackerman-san!” Called her name in a sharp sense of alarm. “You’re all scraped up! Here, let me help you sit up.” Miho manipulated the woman with care. Lifted her up and held her up with hands pushing against Ackerman’s shoulder blades. “You’re still awake? Good! Hey, come on! Just look me okay? Oh, you’re shivering. Here!”
Miho shifted her hips to the side whilst wiggling free out of her puffy pink jacket, her sash dropping forgotten to the ground besides her. “This should keep you from shiver too much. What happened? You’re hands are bruised and scratched. Oh, please tell me you can hear me? I gotta help you!”
