#mha comet

Chilled electricity crawls across your shoulders at the English voice on the other end of the line– rumbling, almost a growl, coated thinly in crystalized honey. Familiar. “Uh, hey!” He asks for you by name. “Is that you?” Your first thought is to continue the Japanese act. Ask in that tongue what this man is trying to say, tell him you can’t understand him (nevermind the fact most heroes from Japan speak relatively fluent English). Shove him away for good. Unfortunately, however, your first thought is not your first instinct; the carefully laid foundations of your plan crumble away in the face of darkening vision, the sensation of rocks clogging your throat, weakening knees. It’s not a complete loss when you answer him in English, however; though your mind screams to become docile, complacent, ignorant, to please an ancient beast, you instead manage to rasp out: “What do you want?”

"I heard Dad, you know." You blink, and spin around. He overheard your phone call? "What?" "In my hallucination. He was off in the distance, somewhere. I'm surprised you didn't hear him." Apparently, you're too slow to shake the horrified look from your face, because then your brother asks, "Did you hear him?" "I-- no. No, I didn't." "You just... don't like the implications of it,” he substitutes. You nod. Your brother grunts, and swings his legs over the side of the bed, clearly ready to get dressed and get a move on. "Yeah. Me neither. I didn't figure it was worth mentioning, since it took such a far backseat in comparison to the walls and the snakes. But I figured it was something you should know." The reasoning doesn't need to be said. You swallow the knot of anxiety in your throat, and mumble out a "thank you" as you wave down a passing nurse in the hall to retrieve your brother's things.

Being engaged to All Might, of all people in the world, is nothing short of an improbable miracle. The love you and Toshinori Yagi have shared for the past half of a decade has carried you through numerous times of peace and trouble, joy and heartache, and life and death. Having saved the world a mere year and a half ago, you're nothing short of a miracle to the people of Japan and beyond, and as your wedding with the man you love fast approaches, it feels as if almost nothing can ruin your brilliant momentum. That doesn't mean threats do not still loom; the knowledge that Toshinori's life is likely on an inevitable timer always presses down on your heart, and even beyond the shadow of All for One, there are still dangerous villains waiting for the perfect moment to strike the public at large for their own gains. When a mysterious entity appears whose seemingly only purpose is to sow chaos and fear, how can you combat against them when they can use the weight of past, present, and future to crush you and All Might so heavily? And how can you manage the return of a demon from your own past at the same time? If you cannot overcome the fear within yourself, you may fall to it-- as will the Symbol of Peace.

At long last, the "Having Lived and Loved" series continues! Comet and All Might are back as they prepare to spend the rest of their lives together. Old characters return, new make their debut appearances, and new internal and moral dilemmas will be faced.

Chilled electricity crawls across your shoulders at the English voice on the other end of the line-- rumbling, almost a growl, coated thinly in crystalized honey. Familiar. "Uh, hey!" He asks for you by name. "Is that you?" Your first thought is to continue the Japanese act. Ask in that tongue what this man is trying to say, tell him you can't understand him (nevermind the fact most heroes from Japan speak relatively fluent English). Shove him away for good. Unfortunately, however, your first thought is not your first instinct; the carefully laid foundations of your plan crumble away in the face of darkening vision, the sensation of rocks clogging your throat, weakening knees. It's not a complete loss when you answer him in English, however; though your mind screams to become docile, complacent, ignorant, to please an ancient beast, you instead manage to rasp out: "What do you want?"

It doesn't take long for you to find some action; it never does in the heart of Tokyo. Even with all of its shining, brilliant heroes, there's always at least two villains for each one of them. With the most congested morning traffic taking a backseat at the desks of nine to five work, the roads and freeways are more open for other commuters, but unfortunately, also more open for those who would take advantage of the circumstances for personal gain. In this particular instance, a road race is happening, and though the roads aren't as full as they could be, the fact remains there are other drivers who are being put in danger by the weaving, speeding racers. "Too bad I don't have a megaphone for this kind of stuff," you mutter as you rush ahead, shaking excess stardust and frost from your head and shoulders; maybe the sight of your comet tail will even be enough to deter the racers. But regardless, you land more than a kilometer away, still very much in sight, but also with plenty of reaction time. You wave and signal for the racers to stop, but the reaction is unfortunately just what you feared-- if not worse. One of the racers swerves towards you, clearly purposefully. You jump up in plenty of time to dodge being run over, and as the other driver hurries to catch up or take the lead, tossing up a rude gesture at you along the way, you shake your head again. "Alright, fine. Have it your way, but your nice car sure won't like it."

“New group in Block F. Jewelry store robbery. Comet of all heroes got ‘em.” Takeshi can’t help but look down and away so he can smile in peace, while the other prisoners scoff in scorn. “I hate hearing her name more and more,” a bigger man-- Takeshi knows him as Nishi Naganori-- pouts. “Wish she’d just go back to the rescue stuff.” “After Geneva, I don’t think that will be happening anytime soon.” Several men grumble. Geneva had been a big deal in the prison-- the whole world, really. Emergency Alert Systems were set off in every country, and the guards didn’t bother to keep quiet what was going on on that day, when they themselves were so fearful for their lives. It was madness that day; two escape attempts took place-- none of which were successful, but it was definitely a new record for the prison. Even when the Matter Paradox had been destroyed, there was still unrest until all of the details about what took place were finally released. Seibei waits for everyone around him to settle down before continuing. “One of the men-- their leader, is the assumption-- was ranting and raving to the police and the guards all the way to his cell about the heroine. That it was ridiculous a woman with her Quirk could handle five armed robbers on her own-- stupid-- that it was suspicious All Might was so close by to be her deus ex machina… and that he was not lying, that there was a ring on the Shooting Star Heroine’s finger.” That sends the men into a clamor, and Takeshi leans in a little closer with a quirked brow. “A ring? Go to hell! They just got together!”

But looking up at the man next to you, you sense no uncertainty about this moment. If anything, you’re not sure if he’s ever been so sure of anything in his life than he is opening this agency. Often, you forgot just how much it meant to him, until the nights you would wander into his office, wondering why he hasn’t come to bed, and finding him either desperately searching the web for answers on important legal questions regarding starting an agency, or speaking with an expert or someone within the Hero Commission themself. This was not an insignificant thing to him; in the office or out, he would be deeply involved in its day to day functions for the foreseeable future. He would foster a new generation of heroes with his own core ideals and tenets, and one day, you would get to be a part of that, too. You puff up your chest in pride at the thought, just as applause from outside informs you of the governor coming to stand at the podium. As he begins his speech, Toshinori wraps up with his new employees. “Remember: everything’s going to be fine. I’m right here with you, the whole way!”  Everyone murmurs their agreements, and when the governor finishes his speech and leaves the spot open for All Might to enter, he looks down to you. “Well, here we are,” he chuckles shakily, betraying his nerves to you and you only. “Moment of truth.” You pat his arm assuringly. “Everything you’ve put into this will come back tenfold,” you promise. “Just one last hurdle.” “One last hurdle,” he echoes in agreement, then straightens himself out. “Okay. Out we go.”

“Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” He pauses. “I can go alone, if that’s--” “No.” The sharpness of it surprises even yourself. You frown, and look down. “No. No, I… I have to be there. We came all this way together, didn’t we?” He can’t argue with that. He does, however, place his hands on both of your shoulders. “It won’t be long. Two hours, maybe. A quick dinner, we won’t dawdle on pleasantries. Then we can come back here and sleep.” You nod; then, he does that thing you dread. He knows you. “But a lack of sleep hasn’t often bothered you before.” You grind your teeth, watch your jaw pop. When you try to stand up, Toshinori doesn’t let you. “Darling, what’s on your mind?”