#shieldingwings

Miyako’s frown only deepened at first. The idea that Pro Heroes sometimes couldn’t avoid dying... it was true, of course. Miyako had accepted it herself. In fact, she had a rather easy time accepting it, since she had already accepted her own possible death quite early in life. Having an uncontrollable, highly chaotic quirk did that to a child.

Even so, she didn’t like to think that way about others. She wanted to believe that everyone, even villains, could be saved. More than that, she had to believe it. On those days she doubted things like that, the injustice of the world had threatened to tip her over into the villain category herself. So instead, she convinced herself of an idealistic lie. Sure, it was harder to live that way, she wouldn’t deny it. The guilt hit her right in the chest every time something went wrong. But it was better that than risk slipping and deciding to unleash her quirk on the public, the people who depended on her to protect them.

The next sentiment was a little more comforting, at least. “Yeah, you’re right. Kids can’t be blamed for running from a crime scene. I wouldn’t ask anyone else to stick around in that sort of situation, so it’s unfair to ask that of my younger self, right?” She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “That villain was pretty scary, honestly. I’d be intimidated even now.” But she was stronger, too. She didn’t run anymore.

She sat up, curling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. It felt like a more secure position, as if it brought her some sort of safety while engaged in such a serious discussion. “As horrible as it was, it’s also why I’m here. If it hadn’t happened, I’d never have realized why I wanted to be a hero. I made a promise then to save someone. Someone special to me.” She was getting a little too close to revealing her secret there. If anyone knew she was friends with a villain, that she was actively keeping from capturing her, then things could get pretty bad for the both of them. “... Anyway. Now I try to save everyone I can.” Including saving villains from themselves. “I have to get even stronger to make that ideal a reality.”

Ask - Always accepting!

@shieldingwings​ said: “How do they... reattach?” Ono is tilting her head so much it practically looks like it’s upside down on her shoulders. The look is very similar to that of an Owl. She’s jealous. Very jealous. Hers definitely don’t do that.

This place was labyrinthine. Satoru had stumbled into it long ago, trying to skirt pursuers. Don’t go out at night, his guardian said. You’re a target for people, he said. And guess what Satoru did on a dare, just to go to an arcade with a friend from school? Exactly that. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he heard footsteps- he couldn’t use his Quirk, that was illegal- even in self defense, he assumed! He clutched his bag closer, hands holding onto the strap with a white-knuckle group. “Don’t- don’t come any closer,” he squeaked, taking a step back. But when a woman appeared on the quiet alley, he relaxed. He hadn’t remembered a woman with them.

♙ : Sharing a bed

The blankets covering them were warm and fluffy, they reminded him of Ono’s wings in that sense. He was still pretty drunk from a few hours before, and although he was only there so they could talk more about agency specifics and ended up drinking a little too much, he could feel himself gravitating towards her. She radiated a kind of heat that he could find himself addicted to. He scooted closer to her, not touching, but just enough that he could feel her laying next to him. Nothing had happened between them at that point but he had to fight back the urge to wrap his arm around her and hold her close.

“Night, Wings,” he slurred softly, a tiny smile playing on his lips as his eyes shut.

           “Uuuuuugh tell me about it--”

Kanon collapsed on the sofa before smoothing her hair back and holding up three fingers. Opening her eyes and staring at the other, ready to let loose their complaints.

THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE?? MY SUNSHINE?? The muse I made to help develop one of my AU muses?? ABSOLUTELY.

The Ground Zero Hero Agency wasn’t necessarily anything fancy. Putting one together took time and lately it felt like he was getting less of it every day between hero work and recruiting for the agency. In the meantime, the base of operations was an old office space set up with a few tables, a t.v., and an ungodly amount of unpacked boxes. Ono and Katsuki sat at one of the tables, empty take out boxes and old coffee cups littered around them. They were both pouring over reports of criminal activity in the next town over, trying to find the connection between them all. As Katsuki reached over to grab another file from across the table, his hand absentmindedly rested on her knee. When he settled back into his seat, he didn’t move it, too busy reading over the papers to notice that he did it.