#yui001

@pinkxlamb

he wakes up to a familiar, old white ceiling. paint chipped and ugly beige-colored stains here and there.

izuku blinks. once, twice, trying to get rid of the sticky from his eyelids. a hip-hop song blares from his phone on the nightstand, clear and jarring enough to disentangle the slumber from his consciousness. the blanket feels too heavy on his body and his joints are screaming at the movement. just another day in his life.

except, something feels off. like a puzzle piece missing. something... he just can’t place his finger on what. 

when izuku attempts to sit up the pain registers first; the ringing in his ears, nails piercing all over his cranium, spots coloring his vision. the nagging from his limbs are no longer protests but actual warnings–dull pain on his waist, arms, legs, indicated by the splash of purples and greens on pale skin. 

oh- right. he got his ass kicked by a villain last night.

a sweet scent lured him out of his room. mom is probably there to cook for him while he’s too black and blue to move. he really needs to take her to dinner one of these days for worrying her a lot... would tonight be a good time? if he can walk without groaning in pain, that is. 

just as izuku had an apology on the tip of his tongue, what greets him instead is a mop of blonde hair in place of his mother’s dark green one. and although her height is quite similar to this girl standing in the kitchen, mom isn’t as... bony. could she be a villain? or someone his agency sent to take care of him?

Why were people so afraid of him? Only one of his volleyball opponents had died. It wasn’t even his fault, really heart attack. That didn’t change the fact that he just had all this pent up energy and nowhere to place it . . . Maybe he needed to even the odds . . .

Yes, he’d just pick out a weak looking mortal- which wouldn’t be hard really there were almost too many to pick from . . . Although if he was going to do this they might as well be cute.

So a brief scan around the area reveals a rather kind looking girl the sort that should never, ever interact with him and yet- that was how things would have to be, time to put on the kind, tired face.

He runs up to the girl, sweat on his brow- in his brand new swimming trunks, appears to be slightly out of breath. All a delicate act of course, perfectly imitated from silly mortals.

The trains in this area was so strangely calming on the usually very bouncy Loki Laevatein. He enjoyed gazing out the window as the train moved from sector to sector. Really, it was the quietest you’d ever see the trickster God.

Well, it would be, except for today, apparently.

Just as the train stopped at another sector, and a bunch of people filtered in, Loki turned to glance at some of the unfamiliar faces, until one caused him to bolt upright.

   “Yui....” Was the whisper under his breath. He saw the human that he once held an odd kind of jealousy for, the one that taught the Gods how to be more human. The girl who never gave up on any of them, despite how bad they acted. Jumping up out of his seat, a wide smile filtered across Loki’s face. He ran at full speed towards the girl, without even a doubt as to whether he was darting over to the right person. Pushing past several people on the train without a single fear or care in the world, the God reached out both arms, grabbing Yui by the waist and lifting her in the air, probably not a good idea on a crowded train but.