#paintedbullets

"I could show you how I do squats~"

"I think a birdie needs their wings clipped."

“What? I thought you liked my visi-ghn” The male struggled to say another word, feeling the blood dripping down his chest. Out of anything he expected to happen, the last would be someone to pull a gun on him in a country like Japan, especially when everyone is so reliant on their quirk.

The man sat down on the nearest sofa, his hand clenching near the wound, it was everything going so well. In fact, the people who shot him were going to prison as they speak, but all it took was to be inattentive for a second, and suddenly... bang, right through the chest. 

After that, there was only two options for him: Either go the hospital and get arrested for being an unlicensed hero or... go to Momiji and hope that she knows how to treat a bullet wound. 

“...”

From a young age Marinette’s hobbies always included art in some way. She always has a sketchbook on hand for whenever the inspiration struck. So when she saw a flyer for an art studio, she knew that she had to check it out. The next time Marinette had a free day she made her way down to the studio dressed in casual clothing. Though she still wore the glasses, earpiece and wrist computer she designed herself. Her Japanese was still very rough and most people talked too fast for her to be able to understand it right now. 

Once she found the studio, she entered slowly taking a look around. She grasped her bag tightly, a nervous habit of hers. Typing on the computer on her wrist a mechanical voice spoke out.

“Hello?”