#mxmica

The slap, slap, slap of his shoes against the concrete echoed in the empty alleyway, giving the night a sinister quality. Jun walked with purpose, short legs attempting large strides as he pursued the shadowy figure weaving near the dimly lit exit. He didn’t know why the figure had caught his attention - dressed casually in a pair of denim shorts and a sweatshirt with the hood pulled up; but it had been something about the way they walked that had drawn his eye. As if they were absolutely up to no good - a wolf in sheep’s clothing, perhaps.

He’s nearly caught up now, merely an arm’s length of distance separates them. Jun tries to draw himself upright, trying to be as intimidating and authoritative as he can - he pulls on his quirk like an elastic band, stretching it and testing it almost reflexively, hoping deep down whatever he’s getting himself into won’t be too bad.

“Excuse me, is everything alright here?”

hit me baby one more TIME.

    “ – we shouldn’t be worried, it’s not like heroes can find this place. “

His eyes don’t leave his phone, even as he addresses her. He’s uninterested, even though she had been vehemet about him paying attention to how cute she is; apparently, her looks are important to her, and her only. He doesn’t care, and he’s not gonna play into her weird bullshit. So he turns.

And falls fast first into the floor.

Now, Aisuke isn’t an idiot. From the snickering, her can tell what she’s done. With his short fuse, he snarls at her and merges with the shadow, easily sinking into the floor. She’s confused for a whole 3 seconds, stepping forward and yelling out to him to come out, or something. And he obeys, drifting upwards with black coating his eyes and smoke expelling from his lips like smoke. Rolls his eyes at her idiocy, kicking her in the back and snorting when she screeches.

{ who said what about me }