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Silent Hero: Clandestine
Quirk: Soundproof–lets her soundproof/de-soundproof whatever or whoever she wants through physical contact. Makes her good for stealth ops since she can soundproof any noise she herself makes, as well as take out villains without alerting the enemy to her presence.
Equipment: grappling hook, coil of rope, chloroform, cloaking device (renders her invisible for five minutes, recharges every fifteen minutes), twin daggers
Hero Costume: basically this except it's powder blue instead of pink and there's no belt or skull logo and also covers her hands , special pads on the palms of her hands and the bottom of her feet that further muffle the noises she makes, a black mask covering her mouth , a utility belt for holding her equipment, her FitBit-looking cloaking device around her wrist that activates/deactivates anytime she touches the screen (also turns off automatically)
Aizawa had never cared much for outward appearances, whether it was his own or the appearances of others. He paid little attention to things like skin tone or hair color, but when he met the newest U.A. staff member and the budding Silent Hero: Clandestine, all of that changed.
Contrary to her Quirk, [Name] [Last] wasn’t quiet or mysterious. However, she wasn’t annoyingly loud or boisterous like some people Aizawa knew. She played video games and listened to musicals, she taught dance classes at U.A. and was awful at math. She was mild-mannered but fairly social and easy to talk to, making fast friends with Midnight and Thirteen and quickly becoming a favorite with the students.
When Aizawa asked [Name] one day why she bothered talking to him, she’d simply replied, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you looked like you needed someone to talk to.” She was only half wrong since Aizawa simply wanted someone who wasn’t loud to talk to, but didn’t necessarily need someone to talk to. Nonetheless, Aizawa never complained whenever [Name] came up to him and attempted to make small talk with him.
One of the other things that eventually attracted him to [Name] was her eyes. They were black like his, but they weren’t the flat, tired black that Aizawa’s usually were. [Name’s] eyes were the kind of black that shined like jet when she was happy or became as dull as charcoal when she was sad–the kind that reflected the moon and stars during the night and the kind that made a person feel like he was staring into a bottomless pit if he looked into them long enough. Aizawa loved her eyes, he could get lost in them and regret absolutely nothing in the end.
[Name] had blushed when Aizawa complimented her eyes one day, hastily muttering that her eyes were nothing special and that he was really perceptive for noticing them–not that she didn’t already know he was really perceptive, she was just a little, okay, a lot surprised that he’d taken the time to notice them in the first place. She found it endearing, and although her eyes were black, they lit up when Aizawa complimented her, and he thought [Name] looked all the more beautiful for it.
Since then, Aizawa and [Name] began waiting for each other outside the school at the end of the day, depending on who left earlier that day. They’d walk to Aizawa’s apartment first since it was closer, and then [Name] would wave goodbye and walk back to her own apartment. The rumors soon began spreading, was Aizawa actually dating an actual girl? No way.
The first time Aizawa kissed [Name] outside of his apartment building, he saw that while [Name] was kissing back, her eyes were open and gazing lovingly into his. When he eventually (read: very reluctantly) pulled away and asked [Name] why she’d kept her eyes open, she’d simply replied, “I know you like looking at them, so I kept them open for you.”
Dates were nothing special, neither of them really wanted to engage in “normal” dates. So for the two of them, dates at home consisted of movie marathons, quiet reading sessions, or listening to a musical [Name] had downloaded onto her phone. After about a year or so, Aizawa gave [Name] a key to his apartment, and she moved in permanently a few months later. Eventually, Aizawa did propose to her, and whenever [Name] wore her ring in public, there was always one person who’d ask, “Why’d he get you a ring with a black gemstone? That’s kinda gloomy, isn’t it?”
[Name] would simply smile and remember the day he’d proposed to her. She’d woken up one morning to find that Aizawa wasn’t in bed, and caught sight of a black velvet box on her nightstand. A small card sat next to it, which [Name] decided to read first:
To the beautiful woman with the beautiful eyes.
Prying open the velvet box revealed a gorgeous silver ring with a black gemstone in the center. A huge grin spread across [Name’s] face as she slipped the ring onto her finger. When she entered the living room with her hands clasped behind her back, Aizawa was already dressed and reading a book on the couch. He looked up at the sound of footsteps, and when his gaze traveled up to [Name’s] face, her eyes told him all he needed–all he wanted to know. He was up from the couch in an instant, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist and kissing her roughly. [Name] reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, her eyes closed as she simply lived in the moment. She felt the stubble on his chin graze her skin, his hands slipping under the hem of her shirt and tracing small circles into her waist, his slightly chapped lips pressed against her softer ones.
Aizawa had never cared much for outward appearances, whether it was his own or the appearances of others. But he would always make an exception for the woman with the beautiful black eyes.