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Osiris sighed, looking up and down the dorm hall before letting Cyrus in. “thank you.” he said, taking the tray and placing it in the fridge. He had just finished the meal gwen gave him, but he could have some later. he loved sushi. “i’ll have some later, i just ate actually. but im sure it will be delicious later.” he nodded. “so what else is it you want?”

Cyrus immediately moved towards the window where the sun’s light had been shining best. His eyes glanced around the room, realizing there wasn’t a time he’d been in this room when the lights weren’t already off. His arms went into a fold, his smile that always seemed to be his default facial expression. He never wanted anyone to know what he’d been thinking or feeling, which is why he chose to constantly smile. “Somehow...this ended up behind my bed.” Cyrus reached into his backpack slung across his shoulder, pulling out a very folded shirt. “I think this is yours. I know you’re in a hurry after we’re finished, but never thought you’d be that much of a hurry, Osiris.” He called Osiris by his full name, and it was all because it felt weird saying his own nickname out loud. “ Also, one of my exes was in the hallway so I needed refuge. If you didn’t answer I would have had to face that. Thank you.” Cyrus constantly tried to make the other laugh, even when the situation didn’t call for it. “What have you been up to since we’ve last seen each other.”

“If you say one word to me about that dance, I’m just going to turn right back around and leave. Then you won’t get to share my treats with me.” He said, tossing a book bag- presumably not filled with books- down on the ground by them. 

Cy put his phone in his lap, turning his head towards Milo. “ When will you finally learn that I do exactly the opposite of what you say?” Cy said in response, with a exaggerated sigh right after. He loved school events or just any type of social environment - especially if it took place in the sunlight. “ You should go to the dance! It’s usually the pre-game for the scattered drinking gatherings..and since this is a dry campus may I remind you, it’s actually orange juice.” He winked right after. “Still, I should get these treats.”

“alright alright FUCK. I’m coming.” Osiris groaned as some knocked on his door incessantly. He opened his door to see someone holding a tray of food. they must have had the wrong dorm. “Fuck is this?” he asked. @uastart​

“Honestly, I expected way more F-bombs than that so that means I’m somewhat starting on the right foot, right?” Cyrus teased, extending the tray of food out even further  “Honestly, I only brought the tray because I thought it would make me look fancier.” There weren’t many times they had casual conversation during the day time, it was usually Cy talking and quickly being rushed out. “Anyways, I don’t know if you like sushi but I go to this great place off campus that makes the best sushi I’ve ever tasted. There’s about 15 pieces in there. I bought way too much food.” Once again, Cy smiled as he usually did.  “If you don’t want this please throw it away when I leave...I don’t know if I can take the heartbreak of uneaten sushi.”

“I’ll be your sheep.” He replied swiftly, “I don’t even know why Sunshine would have been a thought for you. It’s such a cutesy nickname.” He said honestly. He didn’t understand Hero Names in general. He spent more of his life as Milo Lovell. Aliasless and making a proper name for himself- sure as a thief but that hardly mattered. He only picked up a ‘villain’ name recently and not really by his own choice. “It’s not the worst battle to lose. I suppose… I do like you kissin’ up to me.” He said with a grin. Watching the other man toss his trash and not land it in the bin. “You should take the shot again.” He told him, “What a pitiful way to end your garbage can basket ball career.” 

It was shocking to him that Cyrus would go through all that trouble for him. It wasn’t like they were incredibly close. No matter how friendly the two of them were. He wasn’t sure entirely what to do with himself. He was expecting Cyrus to turn him down and for them to continue their silly banter. It was odd, if anything, that he liked him enough to actually go outside with him. “Alright, I can wait a few days.” He said, leaning up against the chair and straightening himself out. He paused at the question, like he was trying to think back. “Let’s just say it’s been a while.” 

“Careful. You don’t want Sheeplo to be your new nickname.” He teased. “ My idea with Sunshine was to be funny, but then I realized how that would backfire. Like I said earlier, I’m not the best with common sense.” He wasn’t one that usually advocated for violence unless the situation was dire, involved training, or required from his university. Cyrus’s quirk depended heavily on control, his powers were dangerous if he didn’t maintain control over himself. “ Looks like I’ll have to keep impressing you in ways I can, doesn’t it.” He shook his head, moving to pick up the paper near the trash can. Cyrus held the paper out into the sun peaking through the window, channeling the powers of his quirk to make the paper burn completely out. “Wasn’t that a MUCH more fun way.”

Cyrus walked back over to the table, very content at his feat. It surprised him that Milo was acting as surprised as he was. “That surprised look on your face is very telling.” He normally had to go through the proper channels, but he knew he could work something out. There hasn’t been any issues from either of them, and besides, they were just going into the city. “Well, that’ll change pretty soon. And we aren’t going to the boring places by the way, I tend to go places that most people aren’t supposed to be i- Oh I mean don’t go to.” He winked.

Seeing it was only Cyrus, Os relaxed more. Not that you could tell from his demeanor. He always seemed so stoic to others. He didn’t have much of a choice though. He wasn’t here for friends. Regardless, Cyrus somehow had managed to get through one of his defenses. “It’s quiet.” Osiris answered simply. “Away from the campus and the chaos that comes with the first week of a semester.”

Cyrus stretched his arms and legs, starting to come down from the warm feeling that came from recharging. “Ya know, I feel like we only see each other at night  - which as you know, can be outside my prime.” He teased know Osiris always seemed to be on the serious side. Cyrus reached into his backpack, pulling out two ham sandwiches. “Quiet huh, well I unfortunately ruined that. But I can offer you this sandwich as a peace offering.” When he was fully recharged from the sun’s light, his personality tended to be extremely high and energetic. 

“well they should have known better than to be using their quirks indoors like that.” she said , finally backing away when he was able to stand. She noticed he rubbed his head and dug through her purse but she didn’t have any Tylenol on her. The brunette tapped the side of her nose with her finger. A moment later a student walking buy dropped a bottle and evie picked it up. “here take this.” she said handing it to Cyrus. “Oh you know me just trying to keep busy. This year I’m all about me.” she nodded proudly. Was she over compensating? yes. Did she care? no.

“ Since when do people ever follow the rules around here.” cy shrugged it off casually, forgetting he could have potentially been in more pain or suffered from some sort of injury. It scared people just how nonchalant he was, but that’s how he’d always been.  He watched as she checked her purse and hadn’t been able to find what she’d been looking for. Cyrus chuckled while the smile formed on his face, as he’d always been impressed by her quirk. He popped the Tylenol into his mouth without hesitation, praying silently that the medicine would kick in ASAP. “You are extraordinary.” Cyrus slung his bag around his back, waiting for the moment that his headache would subside. He had a high pain tolerance, but his head and face weren’t part of that tolerance.  “Good, you deserve to focus on yourself. Unfortunately I am not able to be like you. I actually signed up to be a peer sponsor for the villian rehab. program. It has been going pretty well. Lotta people have said how troubling it’s been, but I guess my charm has made it easier for me.” He humbly bragged while still massaging the back of his head. “Where are you headed right now?”

He snorted out a laugh when the other said that he was the smarter one. “My, my. You’re so self aware.” He said with a grin. Honestly, he didn’t think Cyrus was stupid but if he was going to be to compliment his intelligence, then he wasn’t about to dispute that. “Of course. Because we’ve always been so business like.” He said, running a hand through his messy black hair. His grin never faded when Cyrus spoke about the dress. Instead, he gave him a challenging, hard stare. “I said I’d be into it, didn’t I?” He teased, as if he was egging him on to show up in a dress sometime. He smirked at the other man’s puppy dog eyes before putting his elbows on the table and placing his chin in his hands. Leaning a tiny bit in the table so he could be closer to him. “Is that what you want to hear, Sunshine? That I like having you around? Because it sounds to me like you like me and you’re looking for my approval. Isn’t the whole point of this that I should be grovelling for yours?” He straightened himself back up a little. “Ooh! King of the Sun. What a score.” He joked. “Is that what you look for in a man? How much sunlight they absorb? Because if that’s the case, I guess I’m out of the race.” He pouted. 

When he actually suggested going outside of the school, he fully straightened up and laid his arms flat on the table. The playful smile dropping a bit from his face. “What, like… you’re not joking?” He questioned. He almost couldn’t tell himself when the two of them were joking around and actually being for real. “I mean… I wouldn’t mind hanging out with my parole officer. If you won’t mind hanging around a criminal.”

“I’ll make a mental note to dress up as little bo peep for Halloween.” He teased.“ Sunshine, huh? That was almost my hero name until someone made a ‘sunny side up’ joke and it kinda fell after that.” Cyrus was pretty scatterbrained. He’d always have so many thoughts in his head that it was hard for him to stay focused for very long. That was one of his biggest problems when it came to being a hero, and he didn’t know how on earth he was going to solve that issue. “You’re not gonna win this battle. At least not today. And I’d rather earn you approval, good sir.” Cyrus took the trash from his sandwich, crumpled it up, and attempted to throw it into the nearest trashcan that missed. “I was never really into basketball anyway.” He  rolled his eyes before getting up. “No. Unfortunately I don’t want someone with the same abilities as me. Call me a narcissist if you want, but I love to feel special.”

Cyrus didn’t think it would be hard to get approval. There weren’t any problems he felt would arise. If Milo did try to pull something, that’s a breach of trust that Cyrus didn’t ever think he’d be able to forgive. He shrugged with a smile. “I feel like there won’t be any issues. I’ll ask today. I think as long as it’s a few days out it can be approved.” Cyrus smiled. “Perfect. And you know, I’m actually criminally handsome - so I don’t mind at all. How long has it been since you’ve left this place by the way?”

“What are you doing out here?” Osiris asked, surprised to see there was someone out this far in Ground Omega.  Granted, he wasn’t supposed to be there either, but it was the only place he could actually be alone when there wasn’t a training session. He was worried, if the person who caught him decided to tell, he could be in a world of trouble.  @uastart​

Cyrus loved the outdoors, especially in the sun since his body absorbed the sun’s light and heat. He had been training since the early morning, and was now recharging, not realizing just how much time had past. Cyrus was resting against a big tree branch where the sun was shining directly on him. “I guess I actually feel asleep. I had an early training session and used almost all of my reserve.” He got up to stretch, smiling at the person in front of him. “What brings you out here? Usually people aren’t out this far. The sun shines the best here for a while so it’s my favorite spot. I know i’m really not supposed to be out this far, but, it’s technically a medical condition so I’m giving myself an unofficial pass.”

     He watched the other, beginning to worry a little when he explained that there was a possibility he could find his request unusual but he quickly nodded when the other actually got around to explaining, scooting over and leaving him plenty of room. “Oh, sure, no problem” Atticus smiled softly. “I’m not from that course but…those power training sessions look pretty tough” he scoffed gently, shaking his head. All of it looked tough, really, but he supposed there was no challenge in making everything nice and easy. Hard work clearly paid off with the nmber of amazing heroes that graduated every year, after all. “Oh, this?” he asked, glancing down at the book in his hands. “You’ve gotta give yourself more credit, you know. I’m sure it’s not. It’s a really good book, though..”

“ You may think it’s an odd question, but I get more cold shoulders than you think.” Cyrus sat down next to the other male, immediately putting his head onto the wall to soak in the sunlight. “ They are, and every year I’ve had the same instructor who pushes me harder than any teacher I’ve had. My abilities rely heavily on sunlight and whatever I have in reserve. Right now I’m at about 30% and I’m exhausted. Today we had endurance training. I have these markings on my body that absorb the sunlight. Kinda like generators.” His eyes were looking directly into the sun, as the rays didn’t bother his eyes unlike most people, and when that happened his brown eyes would have very light shades of yellow mixed in. “What course are you in? I’m gonna guess it’s something smart by that book.” Cyrus teased, sliding his hands into his pocket but still having his markings showing to absorb the sun. “Listen. I’m a much better fighter than I am a scholar, it’s alright to admit. What’s your quirk? And what are you trying to do while here?”

“Those two have been going at it for as long as i’ve been here.” Gwendolyn commented watching him slumped against the wall. Cheeks caught between her teeth, her lips pursed together Gwen looked back to the spot he had been flung from. She reached a hand out, vines crawling across the room and curling around his backpack dragging it over to him. “You mean you don’t trust villains.” she countered. Prison would have been better. She blew air out the wisps of hair flying around her face before she tucked them behind her ear. “Don’t worry, i’m in rehabilitation and they teach you not to steal.” she scoffed sarcastically turning her back from him. She was tired of the kids here looking their noses down at the villain rehabilitation course. She didn’t want to be here either. 

“Honestly, that was a pretty strong blast. It 100 percent woke me up, but I still have to recharge.” His solar absorption abilities relied heavily on his body, and if he ever got to 0% of a charge he could risk falling into a deep sleep. Cyrus often underplayed just how dangerous his abilities could be, but he’s never had to reach that point in a long time. “What?” His head was still throbbing, though he realized how his words sounded. “Shit. Sorry. That’s not what I meant. But it does sound like it...” He continued rubbing at his head. “I’m actually a peer sponsor. I have absolutely no problem with anyone in the program. That bag is just really valuable to me.” He was extremely apologetic for what he said. “Thank you for the help. And...like I said. I’m a lot of things, but I’m not shallow.” Cyrus’ head was still throbbing, but he extended his arm after slowly rising to his feet. “I’m Cyrus Summers. And like I said, thank you for the help.”

Evangeline was making her way back to the dorms when a crash made her jump. Reflexes prepared her to defend herself, a stance she quickly put down as Cyrus slid on the floor in front of her. “Cyrus!” she gasped looking over him to see if he was okay. She nodded, walking into the room he came from ans grabbing the bag. She looked at the two first years in there, crossing her arms at them. “you know using your quirks for battle is only allowed in training. Consider this a warning.” she glared. Evie was nice, but could be terrifying when she wanted to be. She went  back to Cyrus, handing him the back pack. “are you sure you’re alright?”

Cyrus could stand up, but his head was still throbbing. He’s taken more of a beating before, but he wasn’t immune to pain. “It’s great to see you, Evie. I’ll have to say though, I wish it was under better circumstances.” Growing up, Cy has always learned to smile even when things are bad or going to shit, and that’s exactly what he did. “Thank you for the help. Never thought I’d get caught off guard by some first years. This means I may need more training.” He grabbed the backpack from her, still rubbing at his head. “I’m fine minus the throbbing headache. We both know I’m not a medical professional, but I’ll be good. Two concussions now have made me sort of an expert.” Cyrus leaned against the nearest wall. “Aside from seeing me getting wall blasted. How have you been?” 

“Then you’ve fallen for my happy go lucky act. A shame, really. I thought you knew better than that.” He teased back walking with the other young man to the table. The farthest in the room, which just so happened to give them some space from the few people in there. He felt himself smile before he could even stop it. “Oh, Cyrus… you’re trying to get me alone? I have to say, I’m flattered.” He joked. Taking a seat at the table, he began unwrapping the sandwich. He appreciated the fast pace he took to fill out the form. It meant less time he had to endure the system that made him feel less than normal. “Nah, I’m not into knights. But if you were to dress up like a pretty little princess? All frilly dresses and bows. I might be into that.” He smirked. “Well, I’d hate to get you in trouble. Who’d give me sandwiches if they switched my Parol Officer- Oops! I mean Peer Sponsor. Point is, I’ll try not to be a bad boy.” He said before taking a bite of his sandwich. “What would I have to do this weekend? Can’t leave school grounds without approval and a chaperone. Unless you want to be my chaperone, Sunshine. Take me for a little date.” He joked before leaning against his hand. “What about you, then? What are you doing for the rest of the week and the weekend?” 

“ A shame, huh? And I’d like to add that it’s no secret you’re the smarter one. I just smile and hope you’d never pull one over my adorable face.” They had an interesting dynamic, one that seemed to venture onto the path of friendship. He began eating the sandwich prepared, not realizing just how hungry he had been. The spot he picked was also perfect due to the sunlight that poked through the larger windows. “My lips are sealed. I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is strictly business meetings so we can keep you here.” He said as a joke, as these meetings were something he actually looked forward to. “If I wore a dress to these meetings, I think you’d be more embarrassed than me. You can’t embarrass someone like myself, have you ever seen me get angry or irritated. I’d look cute as hell in a dress.” Cyrus finished the rest of his sandwich, rolling his eyes at the parole officer comment. “You were waiting to throw that one on me, weren’t you? And I’m actually one of the nicer ones, give me some credit. We both know you enjoy having me around.” He ended his sentence with a puppy-dog like tone just to tease Milo once more. “I dunno. Maybe you landed a date or started gardening. That’s why it’s always good to ask.” Cyrus didn’t have anything going on either, he actually partied hard the previous weekend so he decided to go much easier the next.  “Oh. You know. Going to my boyfriend’s house. He’s a king of the sun. We are going to his palace this weekend to plan our trillion dollar trip around the galaxy.” He teased, giving Milo a playful wink. “ Pretty much training, bugging my friends, and seeing you everyday during the week. I have nothing going on this weekend. If you want to get some fresh air outside of here, I can ask if we can go beyond the ‘prison’ as you call it. Its last minute but I feel like a few hours wouldn’t be hard to get through.” Cyrus really did have the mindset going in to help whomever he sponsored, and he was thankful it wasn’t someone difficult. “Or maybe you don’t want to hang with your parole officer.”

                             𝒉𝒐𝒘  𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚  𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔  𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅  𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒖𝒏  have  to  explain  that  he  isn’t  a  team  player   ?   how  many  times  would  he  be  paired  up  with  others  only  to  have  the  interaction  explode  in  his  face  ?   quite  literally   .   he  can’t  expect  anyone  to  commend  him  this  time  around   ,   especially  as  he’s  the  first  one  to  throw  the  first  punch  every  other  time   ,   but  there’s  a  well  of  pride  seeping  from  him  not  being  the  one  involved  in  the  altercation   .   he’s  well - tempted  to  escalate  the  situation   ,   of  course   .   what  kind  of  pyrotechnic  maniac  would  he  be  if  he  didn’t  set  off  some  fireworks  in  the  middle  of  a  fight   ?   just  as  he’s  about  to  throw  a  star  to  startle  everyone  in  the  common  area   ,   something  catches  his  attention   .   then  someone  smiles  at  him   .   it’s  returned  with  a  scowl   .   still   ,   he  finds  himself  looking  around  for  the  backpack    .   maybe  it’s  obligation  playing  a  part  in  it  all   .   ❝   you  could  say  that  a  little  louder   ,   but  especially  that  last  fucking  part  because  it’s  golden   ,   ❞   he  says  with  an  amused  sneer   .   yongsun  assumes  the  comment  is  directed  towards  the  villain  rehabilitation  students   .   he’s  always  entertained  by  violence  so  one  of  those  students  hearing  such  a  statement   &   starting  a  fight  would  make  yongsun’s  day   .   he  looks  back  towards  the  fight   .   other  students  are  attempting  to  de - escalate   .   fucking  pity   ,   that  is   .   with  a  grunt   ,   yongsun  bends  down  to  grab  what  he  assumes  is  the  student’s  backpack   .   ❝   how  much  did  you  pay  for  it   ?   since  it’s  new   &   all   ?   ❞   he  throws  the  student  a  mean  grin  that   ,   quite  frankly   ,   suggests  the  worst   .

“Damn. You make a point. We just have so many restrictions here. It’s driving me a bit mad.” He said, lifting a finger and twirling it beside the side of his head. “You’re lucky I like you.” Milo said. Their relationship was somewhat normal. Cyrus never feared him, he didn’t look at him and see a horrible mind controlling monster. It was refreshing but swiftly ruined by the reminder of who he was to him. His Peer Sponsor. It was the school’s dumb way of giving him a parole officer. They might as well just go ahead and slap a monitor on his ankle. He felt his smile return when Cyrus pulled out the sandwich. “How embarrassing. Saying thank you.” He chuckled. “Thanks, Cyrus.” He said before nodding his head about the report. “If anyone was bothering me, I don’t think I’d snitch to you. I’d handle it myself… but I doubt you want to hear that. I love your hair, though.” 

“ Oh really? To me it seems you’ve loved every moment of this.” Cyrus teased. He ushered the both of them to a table that was the farthest away in the room. “What can I say, I’m pretty hard to dislike.” Other peer sponsors would give horror stories of their meetings and that made him laugh because he’s never had any problems. These meetings were standard at this point, but they were entertaining. He handed the wrapped up sandwich to the other male, laughing at his response. “Well, I appreciate that. You’re absolutely welcome.” He pulled out his tablet from his backpack, the screen had already been on the template for his daily report. Cyrus only put the important information down, he didn’t feel the need to write everything down. “ Awww, you don’t want a literal knight in shining armor. I can do that with my powers, you know.” He teased. “I will just write down that everything is good and that you love my hair. Thanks, by the way.” Cyrus put away the tablet, he didn’t ever spend much time on their reports. “Okay, now that’s over. We can skip the 10 other questions. I don’t think you’re a threat right now, doing anything you shouldn’t, yada yada yada. And if you do, don’t get caught.” He began eating the sandwhich he brought. “So, please tell me you have some kind of plans this rest of the week and weekend. Ya know, besides seeing my beautiful face.”

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“I’m trying to decide if I would have preferred prison.” He said, reaching up and stroking his chin feigning deep thought. His eyes squinting as he let out a small hum. “I mean part of me thinks I would have done great there but then you gotta wonder if you might have become someone’s bitch.” He shrugged his shoulders and moved his hand from his chin to rest against the wall. “What do you think?” 

“But if you want to prison you never would have met me, you know.” Cyrus replied, giving his peer sponsoree some much needed dose of optimism. He originally didn’t want the role because of his dislike towards villains, but he did believe in second chances. His lack of fear and nonchalant attitude apparently made him a perfect candidate. “ You made the right call, you just have to realize that with time.” Cyrus reached into his backpack, grabbing two sandwiches he took from the cafeteria. He smiled before holding one out for Milo to see. “I’ll give you this sandwich but you do three things, “Smile, say thank you, and give me the update on your progress because my written daily report is due in...” He looked at the sun, as he was able to tell what time it is by its position. “30 minutes...Whoopsies. But anyways, how’s your day been? Anything bothering you? And a bonus question, do you like my hair, I just got it cut today.”

    “Hmm?” Atticus looked up from the book he’d had his nose buried in all morning between classes, his lips curling into an apologetic grin as he wondered how long the other had been standing there. He tended to become so fixated on things once they caught his focus that it was hard to pull that focus elsewhere a lot of the time. “What’s up? How can I help you?” he asked, closing the book entirely now. A lot of the time other students only bothered to approach him when they desired support equipment that would compliment their quirks, so he just assumed that this would be one of those conversations. 

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