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Mamoru Miu knew what it was like to be treated a certain way based on something you couldn’t control.
Quirks, the main focus of society ever since that glowing baby sparked a wave across humankind. With it, new forms of prejudice were available.
People with mutation quirks are seen as inhuman, inconveniences on society due to certain accommodations needed for them. You have wings? Good luck with public transportation. Do you have animal features? People will treat you like a rabid beast wherever you go, that’s not even mentioning if you have animal instincts on top of it. Do you have features that could be considered inhuman, unattractive, or monstrous? Society will not treat you like a human being.
People with elemental, strength, telekinetic, or shield quirks are seen as heroic. You’ll be praised from the moment it manifests, no one will ever have a bad word to say about you. People with quirks like these get away with pretty much everything. Do you have one of these quirks on your I.D. and get pulled over? Well, you’ll just be let off with a warning. Get caught smoking at school? Shame on you! Do it after hours, if the teachers end up having to put a mark on your record then it could ruin your hero career!
Mind control, emotional control, illusion, poison, destruction, or blood related quirks are attributed to villainy. You’ll be treated like a criminal from the day it manifests, which is usually four years old by the way. Could you imagine treating a child like they’re about to snap and kill everyone with their quirk? One second you’re a kid is playing with their action figures and the next your pre-school teacher is side-eyeing you like you're about to bash someone’s head in with said action figure.
Weak quirks only used for mundane things, the majority of society. Well you’re just normal, aren’t you? Can’t really do anything extraordinary or truly evil. No one expects anything from you, you’re painfully average.
Intelligence quirks are also praised alongside ‘heroic’ quirks, you could be a detective, run for office, be a lawyer, or a researcher, or even an intelligence hero! God forbid you get anything less than perfect grades during school though, you’ll be shamed within an inch of your life.
Quirklessness, arguably the worst treated percentage of the population. The suicide rates for quirkless individuals is startlingly high. People won’t hire you for jobs, it’s harder to get into the schools you want, some schools won’t even accept quirkless people. Missing persons cases on quirkless people are rarely even investigated as they should be. Since the quirkless population is so low there isn’t much of an outcry for justice for these people like there should be.
There are a near infinite amount of quirks in modern society, with a near infinite amount of ways to shame each one.
The rarest type of quirk of all, even more so than quirklessness, is healing. Healing quirks don’t run in families like most quirks do, they aren’t passed down from parent to child.
They are the cause of a genetic mutation in the Plus Alpha Gene. Although these quirks do behave similarly to the parents.
For example, say you have a child who was born from parents who have some minor fire manipulation and the child if born with a healing quirk— the quirk would be something like healing burns, or having fire that instead of burning people it burns away toxins from the body.
People with healing quirks are treated as delicate, and saint-like. The image of these individuals is helped by the fact that there has never been a known case of someone with a healing quirk turning to villainy.
You want to play sports? Oh no! You’ll get bruises, you couldn’t possibly. You want to carry your own things? Absolutely not, it’s too heavy, here— let this crowd of people fight over who gets to carry your bag that barely weighs more than a melon.
Miu Mamoru had a mutation, sensing, healing quirk… Confusing, right? Her dad’s quirk is called Angel Wings, and her mom’s quirk is called Empath.
Miu was born with two sets of bald baby bird wings, a set behind two holes on her head and a larger set on her back. She had to be born via C-section or she would have been at risk of breaking her wings on the way out.
The doctors assumed that she had a version of her dad’s quirk and slapped a mutation stamp on her chart before sending her on her way. Children aren’t actually eligible for quirk registry or counselling until they turn four years old, but mutant quirks get a special label on medical charts so the parents and child can get accommodations if needed.
Needless to say she was a very ugly baby. About as ugly as an actual baby bird. Thankfully feathers grew along her cheeks and the side of her head to cover the ‘holes’ that were her ears, as well as on her two sets of wings. She wasn’t a bald chicken forever.
Yes, she did have a mutation quirk but that wasn’t all there was to it.
She remembered the day her quirk actually manifested, she was sitting in the corner during playtime at her preschool. The teacher’s aide that had been kind to her suddenly came in rather late, and the wings behind her ears that she had normally kept folded to her head suddenly flapped with a funny buzzing feeling and she just… knew that the woman had a bad cut on her foot.
She remembered running up to her, and grabbing her hand. The wings on her back flapped like she was agitated and her eyes started to glow gold instead of her normal pale green… Suddenly the teacher’s aide no longer had a cut on her foot.
She went to get counseling soon after to figure out exactly how her quirk operated. Her quirk was odd, most healing quirks used some sort of resource from the patient to heal the injury. Iron in the blood, stamina, or fat cells.
Hers was one of the even more rare healing quirks that used her own energy to heal, and was indiscriminate in the types of injuries she could heal. Her quirk was basically a one in seven million in terms of rarity.
The wings behind her ears allowed her to sense injuries and their severity, the wings on her back absorbed sunlight into her body to help fuel her quirk. If she healed more than her body’s energy was able to compensate for, though, then the wings on her back would start to lose feathers.
Which she did not like at all. Not only would she have to wait through the itchy process of her feathers growing back before she was able to fly again, but the patchy look of her wings looked absolutely hideous to her.
The quirk counselors theorized that this was a warning system for when she was overusing her quirk, and if she were to keep pushing it even as her wings rapidly lost feathers then she was likely to go into a quirk exhaustion coma. Or worse.
She loved her quirk, she really did. She loved helping people and she really enjoyed the thought of becoming a healing hero one day…
It was the fact that the kids that bullied her and the teachers that had shunned her, suddenly treated her so differently.
“Miu-chan, let me carry your backpack for you! It must be hard with your wings!”
“Miu-chan! I got you a Hawks figure! He’s a new hero with wings! I thought you might like it.”
“Mamoru-chan, don’t fly during recess! You could fall and hurt yourself! Yes, I know we let you do that before but it was bad judgement on our part. We’re your teachers, we’re just looking out for you.”
It grated on her nerves to suddenly be treated like a princess when she had spent the first four years of her life being treated like an outcast.
“Can you move your wings? My mommy says birds have mites and I don’t want to get bugs on me.”
“Oi, feather brain! I can’t see the teacher! Move it!”
“Mamoru, why don’t you sit in the back? That way you’re not getting in the way of the other kids during reading time.”
Miu didn’t have the words for why it made her so angry when she was younger, looking back she hated the double standards. She hated how everyone just suddenly flipped on a dime with how they treated her.
Her parents had been happy for her, but also worried. The quirk trafficking risk for those with healing quirks was extremely high.
They signed her up for self defense training as soon as she was old enough, grilled her relentlessly on stranger danger, forced her to carry pepper spray and a taser in her bag at all times— they were worry warts but they didn’t treat her like a different person from before she got her quirk. They still loved her just the same.
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“Fledgling! Excited for your first day of middle school?”
“Not really, and I told you to stop calling me that! It’s embarrassing.” Miu grumbled around a mouth full of toast.
Her dad simply ruffled her hair with a grin, causing the white haired girl to squawk in protest. “I spent ages fixing my hair! Quit it! You old rooster!”
“Rooster!?”
“Miu-chan, chew with your mouth closed.” Her mom chided, as she came up behind Miu to fix her hair.
“Eat quickly, I’ll drop you off on my way to work for your first day.” Her mom offered as she finished combing her daughter’s hair back to something more presentable.
“Ugh, I should’ve just stayed homeschooled until high school.”
“You promised you would at least give it a try, plus it’s only the last year of middle school. If you really hate it we can sign you up for online schooling again.” Her mom, ever the voice of reason, said as she went to go collect her purse.
Miu’s still worried, though. She’s starting a month into the new school year. Why she didn’t get the idea of trying out normal middle school in her head earlier, or never, she’ll doesn’t know.
Miu sighed as she finished her toast and eggs, flinching at the gooey expression her dad was giving her. “Oi, why are you looking at me like that?”
Suddenly, the man burst into tears. “I-it’s just- my little baby bird is all grown up!!” He lunged for her, arms and wings wide for a hug but she quickly dodged, running out of the kitchen.
“MAMA! DAD’S GONNA RUIN MY UNIFORM WITH HIS SNOT!”
“Be nice to your father, Miu.”
“EEEEK!!”
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Miu was stalling. She knew that, her mom knew, shit even the squirrel in the tree by the gate probably knew. She just… she didn’t want to have to deal with the ridicule, followed by the inevitable fawning over her when they learned that her quirk wasn’t just a mutation.
“It’s okay to be anxious, Miu. It’s normal to feel that way when starting a new school.”
“Mom, feelings are private.” Miu reminded from the back seat, it wasn’t like her mom could turn off her quirk but Miu had a thing about her mom mentioning any emotions she felt from her.
“I can see that you’re anxious without my quirk, sweetie. You’re chewing on your nails and your little wings are flapping.” ‘Little wings’ are what her parents called the wings behind her ears, while the wings on her back they called her ‘big wings’. She thought it was childish but had been unable to get her parents to call them something else.
“The years already started! I should’ve just stayed homeschooled! Ugh, why do I have to get such weird ideas in my head?”
“You said that you wanted a ‘real school experience’ before high school, and I agree. This will be good for you!” Her mom cheered.
Miu sighed, steeling herself before she quickly opened the car door and hopped out before she could convince herself to just stay in her mom’s backseat all day.
“I’m proud of you, sweetie!” Her mom cheered from the car before driving off.
Miu spends the agonizing walk into the building and towards the classroom assigned on her welcome sheet thinking about her predicament. It had been her choice to go to regular school, she was relentlessly bored with sitting at a computer next to her dad as he wrote and re-wrote his manuscripts.
Spending time with her dad was nice, but doing so everyday for years grated on her nerves.
The decision to enroll in online homeschool was hers after her disastrous pre-school experience— but she eventually learned that homeschooling came with its own downsides.
She was woefully inept at socializing with people her own age, she either came off as ‘rude and abrasive’ or ‘quiet and polite’ with little to no in-between.
She didn’t know what people her own age enjoyed, what they talked about, what they did for fun.
She wanted to learn and have friends— but that seemed like an impossible hurdle due to the views others forced onto her.
She was just a delicate little healer, an angel fallen from the sky. She cursed at someone? She was just a tsundere, she’s really just embarrassed. She ignored people completely? She’s so shy and reserved, it’s adorable.
It grated on her nerves to no end, but if she didn’t fess up about her true quirk then she faced a whole other slew of problems. ‘Dirty little pigeon girl’ was one of the more creative nicknames thrown her way while she rode the train to a bookstore across town.
She didn’t know what she hated more, the ridicule and blatant quirkism or the condescending babying.
As she stepped into the noise of the classroom waiting on their teacher, she was met with borderline disgusted stares as her heart thumped in her chest.
A boy with dark hair and a nose that had obviously been broken way too many times cocked his head at her like she was a roach scuttling into the classroom.
The other students seemed to gravitate around him— the class leader/bully if the flinching of a student in the corner was any indication.
“I thought we were getting a transfer student, not a class pet.”
His words caused a wave of malicious laughter to ripple through the students, with one or two chuckling but looking uncomfortable while doing so. Peer pressure at its finest.
One kid who wasn’t laughing at all, and instead glaring at her new bully, caught her interest.
Miu simply looked at him with her best ‘do-you-think-I-fucking-care?’ face. Crooked-nose took offense, stepping away from his spot at the center of gravity to leer over her.
“Oi, what are you? deaf? You’d think those feather dusters would help you hear, basically fucking satalite dishes on the side of your head.” He was gearing up to get violent with her, she could see that clearly.
When she didn’t respond, the boy pulled her to his eye level by the bow of her uniform. Which is no small feat, she would like to add. Her wings are extremely heavy and are nearly three times her body length. Even though her bones are fairly light (not hollow but not as dense as normal bones) she still weighs quite a bit. More than a normal kid would be able to lift, anyway.
She’s also packed with hidden muscle, which is needed for her to be able to fly so that’s also added quite a bit to her weight (she hasn’t really stepped on a scale in a while). She theorised the kid had some sort of enhanced strength quirk, it would support the idea of him being the ‘class leader’ so to speak. Plus the kid was basically a twig so there was no way he was lifting her without the use of some sort of quirk.
You may be wondering, ‘Miu, why are you sitting here just thinking while this kid is slinging you around by your uniform?’ The answer is quite simple.
Physically harming or assaulting someone with a healing quirk is considered a grievous crime— up there with child abuse, attempted murder, and even actual murder depending on how badly the healer was harmed. People have gotten life in prison over it. ‘Assault on an individual with a healing quirk’ will immediately get the kid expelled, if not put into juvenile prison (she’s not actually gonna let it go that far.) She was not going to deal with this bigoted asshole for her first real school experience, and if she had to play up her ‘defenseless healer’ act to do it— then so be it.
She was definitely going to be a spectacle after this ordeal was over. Poor little healer who got bullied on her first day. Her hopes of a normal school experience were quickly crushed, but she still wanted to get a feel of how kids her age interacted so she could be prepared for UA. Yes, she was shooting for the best high school in the country (arguably, the world). It wasn’t just the best hero school, which Miu was looking to join the heroics department but even if she got into General Education— any of the top medical universities would fall over themselves to try and get a UA graduate into their program.
With her healing quirk on top of that? She was guaranteed a spot, maybe even a full ride scholarship. She just had to get into UA first.
“Oi! Look at me when I’m talking, feather brain! Are you deaf and stupid?!”
He was shaking her now, quite forcefully. She saw the teacher down the hallway rushing towards her with a horrified expression. Perfect.
She forced her eyes to well with tears, and her form to shiver in ‘anxiety’.
“KOSHIMARU! WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”
‘Koshimaru’ is promptly escorted by the teacher to the principal's office by his ear. Miu takes the opportunity to plop down in the bully’s vacated seat with a bored expression on her face as the teacher’s aide steps in to watch over the class.
Everyone is whispering, shooting her terrified glances. She hears one girl theorize that her family may be royalty, another thinks she’s a pop star in disguise, and some are even wondering if this was just Koshimaru’s final straw.
In the back of her mind, she feels a tiny bit of regret for ruining some kid’s future.
She reassures herself with the fact that if he really does have a ‘heroic’ quirk then the charges will likely be dropped to just a mark on his record, and he’ll be forced to move schools or be homeschooled.
This experience will just serve as a wake up call for him… Hopefully.
Oh god, what if she really did just ruin some random kid’s future?
She can get her parents to not press charges, as long as he gives her an apology or something.
Yeah, that could work.
She looks out the window, along with the rest of the class, to see Koshimaru being perp walked into a police cruiser at the front of the school.
Yeah, that’s a bit much. She’s definitely gonna ask her parents to not press charges.
She was expecting him to get expelled with the threat of jail, not actually get arrested. She didn’t think he would, as long as her parents didn’t make a fuss. And she knows they wouldn’t if she asks them not to.
Her quirk records are sealed too, so it’s not like the school actually knows how rare her quirk is. They just know that she has a healing quirk! They don’t even know if it’s a good one or a wimpy ‘I can make booboos better’ healing quirk.
All it says is ‘Angelic Healing’ with no description. That’s it!
People are fucking insane.
She knew that quirks played a huge factor in where you were on the food chain, but this was basically fucking National Geographic!
Maybe she should’ve gotten out of the house more often…
Even though Miu is going through all of this inner turmoil, she refuses to let it show on her face.
When the teacher finally comes back, she is introduced to the class.
“Alright class, as you may have noticed we have a new transfer student joining us! This is Mamoru Miu, she’ll be joining us for the rest of this year. She has a healing quirk! So everyone be kind!” Well, there goes any hope of her classmates not finding out about her quirk. The class burst into noise, with the teacher just barely being able to shush them.
“And, Mamoru-chan,” ‘chan’, what is she? Five? “I would like to personally apologize for Koshimaru’s behavior.”
She tips her head, not giving the woman a response beyond that.
She spends the rest of the day ignoring attempts to get her attention, notes passed to her, and the occasional sweet placed on her desk.
When it’s finally time for lunch she uses her stupidly large wings to push her way through the crowd of students trying to speak with her.
This was a horrible idea. She’s not going to learn anything about how people her age interact with each other, she shouldn’t have even tried.
She takes her bento, and flies up to the school rooftop, and gives a big middle finger to the ‘no public quirk usage’ law.
She hopes after a few days they’ll either start to ignore her or just get used to her enough not to bombard her with questions. If not, she’s going straight back to homeschool.
When she lands she sees the kid who glared at her (now former) bully pressed against the gate on the far corner of the roof. Bento already open in his lap, chopsticks halfway towards his mouth as he stares at her like he doesn’t know what to do with her presence.
“Sorry.” She mumbles, not really knowing what else to say to him. “I didn’t know anyone else ate up here.”
But she doesn’t make a move to leave. She simply plops down, wings resting at her sides, and opens her own lunch box.
They eat in silence for a moment, with the guy stealing glances at her that feel a little too hostile to be normal.
Maybe he’s just mad she stole his spot?
“So, what? You just transfer to new schools to lord your superiority over us lesser beings?” Okay, so he’s not mad she stole his spot. The way he says it is strange, almost like he’s taunting her.
“No.”
His eyes widened, as though he hadn’t expected her to answer him at all. Which is odd. He asked a question.
He doesn’t say anything else for a while, his looks toward her feel slightly less hostile than before.
Learning how to socialize with kids her own age is way harder than she thought it was gonna be. Honestly she would prefer it if everyone just thought she was a stuck up priss like this guy.
It would be like riding that middle line between being ‘Dirty Pigeon Girl’ and ‘Princess Healer’. The perfect balance of ‘we think you shouldn’t have been born’ and ‘we think you’re the greatest thing since sliced bread’.
She’s preening the feathers on her cheeks when the guy finally plucks up the courage to ask her something else.
“So… why did you transfer here?”
She looks him in the eye, as if she could find the perfect answer somehow hidden in his eyelashes. An answer that wouldn’t make her seem like an inept socially awkward weirdo.
She decided to just tell him the truth. Maybe, possibly, info dumping way too much on a guy she just met.
“Well, I’ve been homeschooled since preschool, and I don’t really know how kids my age… talk with each other so I just… wanted to get an idea before I went to high school…”
He stares at her, she stares back. Some kid a few floors below them has a sprained wrist, and another one has a giant bruise on their knee.
He breaks the silence with soft laughter. “You’re just a normal kid, aren’t you?”
“I would hope so.”
He sighs, getting up to come sit across from her instead of sitting halfway across the roof. He holds out his hand to her, bento abandoned and half eaten at his previous spot, expecting her to shake it.
“Shinsou Hitoshi.”
She takes his hand in her own, “Mamoru Miu.”
“I know, the teacher practically introduced you like royalty.”
Her smaller wings cover her eyes in embarrassment. “Ugh. Don’t remind me, please.”
He’s laughing at her. This is new, Miu thinks she kinda likes it. It’s not especially mean spirited, as though he’s bullying her. It’s like the type of laughter someone would have when they see their friend fall down.
She folds her little wings back so that she can look at him, he looks exhausted. She’s not really good with sensing illness but she’s pretty sure this kid has a chronic case of insomnia. No wonder he’s so grumpy.
He’s examining her too… looking for, something. She doesn’t know.
He’s got pretty hair, it’s a nice shade of lavender. And she can’t tell if it’s naturally gravity defying or if he just gels the shit out of it.
His posture is relaxed, hands on the concrete of the rooftop as he leans backward to stare at her.
“So what exactly is your quirk? I know it’s healing, but what kind? Why the wings?”
Why is this kid asking her so many questions?
“No offense, but I just met you. If you spread around info on my quirk, my chances of getting kidnapped will skyrocket.”
“Fair enough.”
She picks a piece of lint on her skirt, and in an effort not to let them fall into awkward silence, returns his questions. “What’s yours?”
He squints at her, looking as though he’s debating something before sighing through his nose.
“Brainwashing.”
Her posture straightens and Miu stares at him with a mix of shock and excitement. “For real? That’s badass!” Her flight wings that had been resting against the ground give a little flap to show her enthusiasm.
“Hah…?”
“Oh, sorry… was that rude?”
“You’re so fucking weird, Mamoru.”
“… Yeah, I know.”
“….”
“….”
“….”
“So… do you like, cats, or whatever?”
Something tells her this is a case of blind leading the blind.
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So, Miu doesn’t go back to homeschool. If only so she can continue to hang out with Shinsou. Turns out they’re both socially awkward weirdos who have no idea how to have friends. But that’s okay, they make it work.
They eat on the rooftop of the school during lunch, walk home together, do homework at each other's houses, and feed the stray cats around the city together. Miu loves it, she’s pissed at herself for not having met him sooner. Having a friend is so much fun.
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It’s a few months later when Miu realizes that having a friend can be stressful, too. She’s changing her shoes at her locker, getting ready to leave, when she’s accosted by one of the peanut gallery.
“Miu-chan!” Who is this girl? She’s never met her. Why the fuck is this girl using her first name?
“You need to stay away from Shinsou, okay?” The way this girl is talking to her is like she’s telling a child not to cross the road without looking both ways.
“Who are you?”
“Miu-chan, it’s me, Yuka!” Doesn’t ring a bell. “And I’m just looking out for you, his quirk is dangerous. I don’t know why no one has warned you yet, you could get hurt!” Oh, people have warned her. Many, many, many, many times. She’s so sick of it. He’s her friend. Why can’t these bigots just leave her be.
“Thanks for the advice, Yuma, but you can shove it.”
The girl gasps as though she just heard a five year old curse for the first time. Shinsou is waiting around the corner when Miu leaves the girl gaping like a fish. He’s digging around in his bag, cursing under his breath.
Shinsou definitely heard what she said, but after the twentieth time of him feeling guilty or pissed about his classmates trying to warn his new (only) friend away from him, now it’s just like white noise to Shinsou. He’s pretty secure in the fact that the little feathered menace isn’t gonna ditch him anytime soon.
“Fuck, I forgot my homework in the classroom.”
“Just run and grab it, I’ll wait. Hurry up though. I need your ‘scary’ quirk to be my meat shield against the side characters.”
“Whatever, I’ll be right back.”
“Run like the wind, Bullseye!!”
“No one knows your weird pre-quirk references!”
“I do, and that’s what matters.”
She pretends to be blind and deaf whenever anyone tries to come talk to her, completely ignoring anyone who tries to strike up conversation or hand her trinkets. She’s not a fucking crow, why would she want a shiny bobble that someone found on the ground? (She would totally love that, if the person trying to hand it to her wasn’t talking to her like she couldn’t understand basic Japanese.)
She’s been following her friend’s perpetual aura of insomnia with her little wings throughout the building since he went back inside. He’s been stopped at the classroom for a while now. What is he even doing? Did someone snatch it from his desk or something? Is he picking his nose? She bets he’s picking his nose.
Her heart drops when her little wings sense her friend take an injury to the face.
She’s sprinting in his direction before she can even fully process that her feet are moving.
Her breathing quick in both anger and fear. Wings tucked close to Miu’s back so that she can run without resistance.
With each step she feels him take a new injury.
With each step she feels her blood turn cold.
When she finally makes it to the classroom, the scene in front of her makes her face feel numb.
A group of three boys that she doesn’t even recognize, kicking her friend who is curled on the ground in a fetal position trying to protect his vital spots. The sight of her friend's pretty lavender hair stained with blood makes her consider whether or not she would be the first healer villain in history.
“Ah, Miu-chan! Don’t worry, we’re just taking care of this guy! He’s been bothering you, right?” The ringleader cheers.
Miu doesn’t answer him, she simply raises a hand, and slaps her own face hard enough to bust her lip.
“Y-you hit me!”
“What?!”
“H-how could you, you monster!” She punches herself in the nose, hard enough to break it. She screams in pain, loud.
“Aaah! Sensei! Sensei, help! They’re hurting me!!” She knows her teacher is nowhere near the classroom, the woman has a plantar wart on her foot that she clearly hasn't been treating. But the boys don’t know that.
“Fuck! Makuna, let’s get the fuck out of here!” The boys run out of the classroom and down the hall out of sight like the hounds of hell are after them. “Crazy bitch!!”
And no one will ever believe them.
When she turns her attention back to Shinsou, he’s looking at her both as though she’s insane and as if he’s really glad to see her. The sight would look much better if he didn’t have an outdated, rusty, verbal quirk suppression muzzle strapped on his face. She wants to fucking kill those boys. She mentally burns their faces into her memory.
She drops to her knees in front of his crumpled bruised form, and makes quick work of taking off the muzzle gently.
When she slides it off, she tosses it away without a second thought. She places her hands on his cheeks, thumbs brushing lightly under his eye bags as her fingers thread through the hair behind his ears.
“Come here often?”
“Oh my god, Moru, shut the fuck up.”
She giggles as she activates her quirk, making quick work of every bruise, scrape, and minor fracture.
Shinsou looks at her dumbfounded as her eyes glow golden and his pain all but vanishes.
One singular feather falls from her flight wings, she plucks it from the ground and hands it to him.
“My quirk is called ‘Angelic Healing’, it’s an indiscriminate healing quirk that uses my own energy to heal others. The only thing I can’t do with it is cure illnesses, replenish blood, or replenish nutrients. Everything else is free game.”
“… Dramatic reveal, much?”
She flicks his nose, “Call me Miu.”
“What? Is this the emotionally driven part of the story where we’re bonded by trauma and become best friends for life?”
“Yes, yes it is.”
“… Call me Hitoshi.”
“Toshi!”
“Fuck! No!”
“Too late, the nickname has been spoken, you’re stuck with it for life.”
“Whatever. You're so weird.”