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Reina Mori


Reina nodded along with a smile at Mamoru’s suggestions, thinking it’d be fun to study villains with her and hear her take on how to potentially defeat them. Reina thanked the girl for visiting her, making sure to enter her phone number into her phone as soon as she could. Halfway through the creation of the new contact, Mamoru dropped her parting line.

“Don’t do anything naughty now!”

The purple-haired girl froze up for a moment and blushed. After what felt like a very long second of silence, Reina saw an opportunity to tease Takeshi—something she was growing quickly fond of doing. She tossed a sideways glance towards the boy.

“M-Maybe when I’m recovered...” she said, botching the self-confident delivery she had been going for, causing her to give a sheepish giggle at the whole situation.

The girl allowed herself to monopolize Takeshi’s time for a while longer, but eventually the time to part came. She watched as he made his way to the door, deciding after a second to follow after him.

“Visit me again if you have the time,” she said as she caught up to him, gripping his sleeve to stop him for a second so she could reach up to kiss his cheek. She smiled sweetly as she gently pushed him onwards and gave a small wave.



Reina laid in her hospital bed, the room dark save for a slice of moonlight cutting through the curtains that covered the window and the dim lights from the hallway creeping underneath the door frame.

The girl was mostly still, though her fingers and toes flexed slowly and rhythmically. It almost felt like it was against her will—she knew she could stop, but she didn’t, even though it kind of hurt, especially when she moved her right hand. The pain reverberated up her arm and across her chest that rose and fell in time with each wave of discomfort.

She simply stared at the ceiling. Like her moving fingers and toes, her eyes refused to close. Her gaze inspected the random tiny black spots spattered across the off-white tiles, finding various images by connecting the dots in her mind. Her mind went through the events that had occurred, and the girl noted what points she seemed to get hung up on.

The collateral damage.

She’d brought down two buildings by pushing her quirk. It was a mercy that she hadn’t injured any innocents. The girl knew if she had, she’d never be able to forgive herself. The property damage was bad, but more justifiable in her mind. Her classmates live had been in danger. Michiko and Takeshi were more important than all the buildings in the world. Still, though she was making progress, it was still proof that she didn’t have as much control over her quirk as she should. It was too destructive to not have fully under her thumb.

Takeshi’s arm.

It wasn’t something she could have done anything about. Reina knew that. She knew that. Yet still… she couldn’t stand that she felt like there was nothing she could have done. She should’ve been stronger to prevent it from happening in the first place. Thankful though she was that she had been able to help keep him and Michiko safe, it wasn’t enough. Reina had been watching Takeshi a lot when he had visited her, of course—it was hard not too, considering how their relationship had changed, and her general infatuation with the boy. Even with that, it didn’t take a huge leap in logic to realize the implications of his injury, and how they might be affecting his mental negatively. She needed... to do somewhat she could to help, and she needed to make sure neither he or any of her friends would ever be hurt like that again.

Rakshasa’s death, and the rest of the villains she had fought.

It was a strange feeling to begin to understand she had played a large part in the loss of a life. Her instinct was that the destructive man didn’t particularly deserve to live, but realizing that was her stance on the matter was troubling in a way. It was troubling that she thought on his death with some level of satisfaction. He’d been a threat to her life, though. Her or him. He’d been a threat to Takeshi’s life, and had tried to take Michiko away. Them or him. When she thought back to that, the anger in her chest flared again, and she understood that that was the reason for her positive feelings surrounding the man’s passing. It was the danger he had posed to Takeshi and Michiko—of course, she already knew that that had been what truly angered her, but realizing it was also the reason for her being okay with the loss of a life brought her some peace.

And anyway, she was a monster. She’d be the most just monster of all. She’d be a monster that protected those she loved, but she’d always be a monster all the same. Being satisfied with the death of a mass murderer was hardly the worst thing she’d done in her life.

Reina awoke. She realized she had fallen asleep at some point only because of the images of dreams she had been having fading from her mind—a jumble she could hardly make out anymore. Takeshi had been there, and had made her feel warm. The members of his family who were after him and Michiko. Rakshasa was gone, but the rest weren’t. They wouldn’t so much as breath in Takeshi or Michiko’s general direction as long as Reina was alive.

The now familiar flare of anger prompted Reina to sit up in her bed. She reached over to the bedside table to check the time on her phone—not even 3am yet. The girl sighed. It was another long night with her thoughts. At least tonight her thoughts were a little different than they had been for her first days in the hospital. They were also a bit more pleasant overall—especially when they drifted to Takeshi, which is where her mind seemed to be dwelling most often.

With a faint blush on her cheeks for no one to see in the darkness, and some butterflies in her stomach fighting with the flare of anger in her chest, Reina placed her earbuds in her ear one at a time with her good hand and hopped off the bed lightly. She began to pace around, in an attempt to burn off the restless energy that had made its permanent home within her especially since the incident.

Sana Helme
Animus



Sana took notice of the others who entered, seeing if her first impressions of them lead to her having any desire to team up with them. First was the bird, which she looked at curiously, her gaze following it as it left the room a moment before a man with a plague doctor-esque costume entered. He clearly cared about his appearance at least. Sana supposed that was a good sign.

The next person to walk in was a little more questionable, though. Of course, the chainsaw was the first thing Sana noticed--impossible for it not to be, considering the noise in an otherwise quiet place. That... couldn't be wieldy. If the girl holding it was using it because she thought it was 'cool,' or something, Sana would certainly have a giggle. The fire-girl's gaze moved up from the tool-turned-weapon to see that its owner was staring at her, having moved to stand just behind the apparent ringleader. Sana returned the gaze curiously, wondering what the girl's deal was. She couldn't help but smirk at the sound of the chainsaw coming alive again, the girl still looking right at Sana. The loyal dog kind of villain, evidently. Reasonable questions and demands were not allowed if they were asked of the 'leader,' at least according to chainsaw-girl--and as far as the purple-haired woman herself seemed to be concerned as well, considering her apparent love for ignoring others.

Amusing. Seeing villains 'socialize' for the first time--and taking part in that socializing herself--was really amusing. She hadn't been sure what to expect coming here, but so far it hadn't been the worst outcome she'd imagined.

Last was the young man that Sana began to immediately identify by his shark-inspired bandana.

The purple-haired women finally decided to acknowledge them, indicating to Sana that this was everyone that had been invited. Sana smirked again, this time at the women's implication that her caution was childish, the smirk only growing with the immediately following comment on egos. Perhaps the women needed to take heed of her own words. No matter--dealing with a hypocrite wasn't enough to turn Sana completely off the gathering yet.

Sana listened intently enough, finding herself eager to finally hear what this was all about.

Her smile lost its arrogance as more was revealed. The plans of the group were bigger than any sort of petty crimes, which of course Sana had assumed before arriving, but hearing that the dismantling of U.S.J. was specifically what the purple-haired woman was after brought the slightest feeling of butterflies of excitement to Sana's stomach.

Burning unequivocally useless small-time heroes was one thing, but to go after something so dear to the heart of hero society...

Sana's eyes widened and her smile took on a hint of sociopathy. The thought of burning such a thing to the ground was stirring.

Her eyes scanned the monitors as images flashed on them, her thoughts pausing for a second as a picture of her younger brother showed up before disappearing quickly to make way for a classmate of his.

The girl crossed her arms, her enthusiasm dampened slightly as bird-boy asked a decent enough question, though it was immediately dismissed in an amusing fashion by the second woman who had been there when Sana had entered the room. The woman, who introduced herself as Quinn, had quietly been laughing to herself during chainsaw-girl's stare down. That, along with her words now, told Sana that she was likely the most entertaining person here. Sana liked that, and while Quinn didn't seem like she truly cared whether or not the rest of them followed up on her introduction, she decided to humour her.

"Sana. Animus while in costume. My fact--" she looked towards the ringleader to address her. "--I don't like you so far. I don't think you care anyway, and that's one of the reasons I don't like you. But I don't really feel the need to, either, as long as you're competent--which goes for the rest of you. Incompetence is for heroes. For people who are sheltered and nurtured and told they're strong. I'll cooperate with your plans. Take this as my show of good faith--you selected me to be part of this group, so I'll trust the others you picked are equally useful."

Sana held her gaze on the leader a moment longer, her stony expression communicating the genuineness behind her words, before she moved to stand somewhat near Quinn to take a closer look at the newer papers that had been tossed on the table.

Her motivations and goals were probably a bit different from the rest--but they lined up close enough. The students and faculty of U.S.J. should be truly tested. Simulations and written papers bred weakness. Weakness in such a field lead to the destruction of lives. Weakness needed to be burned. Any hero, on the level of Enterprise or otherwise, who couldn't handle a villainous force deserved to die. If this group could become that dangerous kind of monster and exterminate all the heroes who had failed her, she was more than happy to take part. Even if... even if her brother would be caught in the crossfire. He'd just have to be strong. Sana knew he could be. Maybe.

The girl bit her lip. She wouldn't make exceptions. If he wanted to be a hero--if he had taken the opportunity she had helped give him through all she had done to protect him from their father--he needed to be stronger than all the useless heroes that infested San Francisco currently. She had already sunk, but he still had the opportunity to swim. That was enough. If she was to be his true test of strength and character, then it would be so.

Sana Helme
Animus



The steady fire engulfing Sana's hand lit her way marginally better than the dinky lights lining the deteriorating concrete floors had been alone. The squelching noises from her wet boots had begun to annoy her, especially in such quietness, so she heated up her feet and legs for several seconds to quickly evaporate the remaining water left on them and soaked into her orange coverall's pants. She had had to get hold of a bloody kayak and needed to wade through the water when she had finally reached the island to be able to respond to this... invitation? To join a team. Of villains.

Somehow, the thought of such a thing had never crossed her mind before. Heroes working together made sense--they all bent over backward to act moral and good and personable. Whether they generally succeeded or not was very much up for debate, as far as Sana was concerned, but even the most wretched of 'heroes' could at least pretend to play nice with each other.

Villains, though... a bit of a different crowd. A criminal expecting another criminal to have their back was a thought Sana would've found amusing, if she hadn't been humouring it since she received the message that had led her to this place.

Seriously. Alcatraz. That itself almost sounded like a joke.

The girl sighed to herself. A villain who was willing to reach out for help and organize a coordinated group probably had a decent chance of being more respectable than the common mugger she had burnt many a time. This darker side of hers had lived in total isolation for years, and that had been fine. But after the prospect of a team had come up... Sana couldn't help but feel a bit of hope that this theoretical group would pan out. It was a strange feeling.

The light humming of fans brought the girl back into the moment, coming from a nearby door that of the cables lining the hall seemed to converge into. As she killed the fire on around her hand, she peered into the room through the blacked-out visor of her oxygen mask.

The humming that had tipped Sana off came from generators and computers. Sana made note of two fairly quiet and serious looking women, sitting at opposite ends of the table that centered the room. She glanced between the two, trying to decide which one was the one who had sent out the invitation, or if they had both done so together. The purple-haired one seemed more 'at home.' The thought caused Sana to look around again, frowning slightly when she saw the broken pot and dirt on the ground.

"... Interesting place. Kind of a pain to get to, but I get that's the idea," she said.

Ignoring the empty seats, Sana walked up to the table to look at the papers strewn about it. At first, she was confused by them, wondering who the people depicted were, but it clicked when her eyes fell upon a few particular pages that were stapled together, her own unmasked face depicted on the top left of the first sheet.

Sana gave a dry grin. "I figured," she mused, before reaching up to loosen and remove her mask. "Not like my identity is particularly easy to hide anyway." She slipped her backpack off her shoulder and placed it on the table, unzipping it to put her mask away while also spending an extra second rummaging around for a granola bar that she promptly tore open and began to munch on. She picked up what was evidently the file containing all the information her inviter had about her to scan through it further.

Some of the hopeful trust Sana had had for the once faceless person who had called her here was gone. As she tossed the last bit of her snack into her mouth, she burnt the wrapping left in her hand to ash in a short puff of fire. Her gaze shifted from the papers to the woman with her legs up on the table.

"I hope you've got plans to convince me that you aren't the treacherous type--especially after seeing this," she said, tone a little colder than before as she dropped the papers back onto the table.
I'd like to express interest! I'm in another MHA RP and have more ideas for villains than I could ever sensibly put to use there, so I'd love to be able to play one of them here.

Reina Mori


Reina couldn't help but blush lightly, bringing her good hand up to gently play with her ear as she listened to the two's words. The implied positive expectations they seemed to have of her was something that'd take some getting used to--it made her nervous, but in an excited kind of way for now. Reina wanted to prove them right--and herself wrong--and the Komei-lympics was certainly the best place in sight to do that.

"It's not flattery, Mamoru-chan. I'm really thankful for you. I know I've been hard to talk to and deal with--I've been told as much by everyone I know the past few years. You and Take-kun, and the rest of the class though... you've been pushing past that, and I can tell it's already been helping me a lot. I guess I shouldn't have ever been surprised, though; there's a reason you're all attending Komei. For a school like that, being an amazing person is as much a requirement as being talented is." Reina smiled again for the two, glad she had expressed her gratitude for them in at least some capacity. "And I'm still going to look up to you, Mamoru-chan. I... might have a powerful quirk, but I really don't... don't think that's everything. That might sound kind of biased, coming from me, I guess--but like I said, I couldn't get into any hero school at all until a string of lucky incidents and a connection to Komei got me here."

Reina's smile had faded as she spoke. Though her expression was still soft, just beneath were hints of the insane determination housed inside her that had surfaced slightly a few times since the school year had started already.

"I want to deserve this quirk. I want to wholly own it, and I want to use it and push it to its absolute limit." The girl's hand moved to gently hold one of her orbs that had floated in front of her chest. "I want to see just how far I can take it."

She flicked her wrist to send the orb on its way, the extra momentum quickly making it complete a full orbit around her before it started to slow down.

The girl was clearly going to continue speaking, but seemed hesitant on her next words.

"I'm... I'm lucky... to have been born with it." The words appeared to be extremely difficult for her to manage. "I've never thought that before. Not until... these villains attacked. My quirk's been nothing but a nuisance at best, and a... tragedy at worst. But for the first time, it did some good. I was able to use it to help save Michiko-chan.

"With such a quirk, I feel like I owe it to the world to not waste it. It's hard to not think it should've have ended up in someone else's hands. Someone more like you, I've always thought, Mamoru-chan. But it's not. It's with me. That's why I want to learn from you. I want to improve myself so I can utilize it to its full potential, because even though it feels like an obligation to me, it's still something I want for myself at the same time. I want to be strong enough that nothing and no one can ever threaten people I care about." The girl's gaze glanced to Takeshi's missing arm for a moment, the briefest flash of hatred coursing through her.

"I'll make myself strong enough to protect everyone." Another moment passed before Reina realized she was staring at the wall, her thoughts somewhere darker as her expression had changed further into one of contained turmoil and cold determination. The girl blinked twice, managing to smile again as she went back to playing with her ear and looking away towards the window. "Or at least, that's the impossible ideal I think I want to work towards--giving off that 'All Might' kind of feeling to the public, you know?"

She quickly grabbed another piece of watermelon and began to munch on it, her newly formed blush slowly fading.

"I'm anxious to get back to class too. I can't stand being monitored and told to stay in bed. Not that resting after, you know... not that it's bad, but I just start feeling so restless so quickly when I'm not doing something." Reina gave a giggle at the admission. "I can handle not moving around, I guess, but I've always really needed something to keep my mind busy at the very least. Hospitals aren't very stimulating, and playing games on my phone is kind of hard with one hand. It doesn't help that the one thing I really want to do right now is to get stronger--reading and phone games are fun, but they aren't scratching that particular itch," Reina went on before taking another bite. "I can't imagine it'll be much longer until I'm discharged, though. I'll walk out the door if it takes too long."

@Aerandir@Lucius Cypher

Reina Mori


”Hah! Those nurses just don’t realize how powerful you really are. Just you wait, in a couple of months at the Kolympics, the world will see what you’re capable of!”

Reina smiled as Mamoru walked into the room, closing the door gently behind the pink-haired girl. The Komei olympics... not something that had been on Reina's mind at all the past while. The thought of being on a broadcast like that made her stomach flutter, though maybe not as much as she would have expected. A short sound of musing escaped her lips as she thought further on Mamoru's words.

The girl spoke again soon enough, explaining why she hadn't visited yet. Reina gave a small shake of her head to indicate it was no worry, as she didn't quite have the chance to speak before Mamoru was onto another topic.

"Ah." Reina took the notebook with her good hand with a smile, cradling it in her slung elbow to flip through the pages more easily.

"Thanks, Mamoru-chan," she said before giggling upon seeing one of the doodles just as Mamoru was mentioning it. "I'm sure I'll be able to understand them. I... I went to a good high school for a year before Komei, actually, so catching up when it comes to studies isn't something I really struggle with..." Reina trailed off a bit, having used the moment to reveal a bit more about herself to the other two in the room--the two peers she trusted the most in what felt like forever. "I kind of got lucky with my uncle being the principal here, among other things. I wasn't ever supposed to have a chance at a hero school--I got rejected by every single one I applied to during my last year of middle school."

The girl walked over to the stand next to the head of the bed and placed the notebook down, picking up a slice of the watermelon.

"That's... part of the reason why I don't feel like I belong at Komei." Reina paused, gripping the watermelon a little tighter. "You two have helped a lot with that though, I think, and I don't feel that way as often anymore." A sincere smile appeared on the girl's lips.

"So thank you, Mamoru-chan, Take-kun."

She sat back down in her spot on the bed, taking a small bite of her food.

"I know I've been difficult in the past, and I'm sure I will be again in the future... so thanks as well, for putting up with that. I'll... keep giving it my all to improve."

A thought coursed through her mind, regarding her reasons now to become the most powerful hero she possibly could. It was not all noble, and it would almost certainly be cause for concern in the future, but for now she killed the thought, wanting to enjoy the great happiness she was being afforded.

Reina took another bite of watermelon, her unusually bright smile persisting the moment of doubt.
@Lucius Cypher @Aerandir
Reina Mori
&
Takeshi Yashiro


Takeshi noticed, quite quickly that he was being pulled closer to her by her quirk...whether on purpose or she forgot about it he didn’t care. He pulled back just enough so he wouldn’t instantly get pulled into her...though he did enjoy the feeling of them even closer. When she squeaked about smiling a lot around him. He couldn’t help but smile more.

She then added the fact that she she too missed a lot of things, his smile being one of them. This made him pull his head back with a thoughtful expression on his face. He didn’t think he smiled much...well he didn’t, but only around Reina did this happen. This only made him smile warmly at the thought that they both were the cause of these changes in each other.

He looked back to her when she glanced back at him, telling him she was glad he visited her. He blinked once as he stared at her with a faint warm smile on his face. Thinking back to their first meeting, his arm that was touching hers, moved and his hand took hers and squeezed it gently. “I’m glad you knocked me off my feet.” he said softly smiling at her.

He couldn’t resist anymore, as he slowly allowed her quirk to pull him in even more.

The girl gave a playful half-hearted roll of her eyes at Takeshi’s line, barely containing an excitement full of disbelief welling up in her stomach. She was expecting… something. The girl couldn’t bring herself to fully form the thought, though—the disbelief was too strong. Despite the fact that Takeshi had made it obvious, Reina was finding herself unable to accept that he was romantically interested in her. There was a mental block, stubbornly deep-seated.

“… Are you sure?…” she whispered as she lowered her gaze to rest her temple on the boy’s shoulder, seemingly not speaking to Takeshi in particular and rather just voicing the thoughts that plagued her mind. Her quirk, however, tugged out of her control.

Takeshi felt the carpet yanked from under him as she moved forward, only to lower her temple onto his shoulder. He was expecting something else. But after a moment, he found he enjoyed the feeling. With her pull even stronger than he felt and my he gave into it. Their bodies pressing against each other as he rested his cheek against the top of her head. At her question he squeezed her hand again.

His voice soft but firm in his conviction. “I admit, I’ve never felt like this before.” He closed his eyes. “But I’ve never met anyone like you before. You amaze me more every day… though you are a little stubborn in actually believing it or me. But when I think of… spending time with you, I start to count the minutes till we meet.”

He looked down. “ I… didn’t notice it before, because I’m not use to this, but after this whole ordeal, I kept thinking more and more, how worried I was about you. How much I missed you.” He shifted the shoulder she rested gently, as his right hand was occupied with hers. “I know I’m sure…”

Reina listened to him speak, losing focus on her negative thoughts again and instead just feeling content and calm in both mind and body. She nodded slowly and gently in reciprocation as he spoke, ruffling her hair against his shoulder. While the girl had been avoiding thinking about what had lead to Takeshi’s missing limb and her still being in the hospital during the visit, it had affected her drastically. Takeshi’s presence also helped with that. The cloud of negativity that inhabited her seemed to always struggle to properly form when she was with him—especially now, that she had survived an encounter with violently dangerous villains.

The girl shifted so that her cheek was on Takeshi’s shoulder, her eyes glancing up at him. Her heartbeat picked up in anticipation at what she was about to do—though even she wasn’t fully certain of what that was. The mental block was still there… but rather than giving up or smashing through it, the girl was climbing over it. It wasn’t elegant, it wasn’t a final fix for her issues. She wasn’t great to be around for most people—but people were unique. Why would Takeshi lie about how he felt about her? Maybe out of pity. But it was maybe just as likely that he really did enjoy spending time with her, like she enjoyed spending time with him. The girls face warmed again as her heart continued to race out of control, but her face was a perhaps cute look of determination, thin brow gently furrowed in focus almost like when she was training with her quirk.

She squeezed Takeshi’s hand tightly for a second to make sure he was also looking at her. Before his head was finished turning, she spoke quietly, but surprisingly firmly.

“… You’re stuck with me, then.”

And not a heart-skip later, her quirk tugged again as she moved her head forward to press her lips against the boy’s.

Takeshi looked down at her as she shifted her cheek to his shoulder. His heart skipped a beat at how close she was. His face was even more red now once again... but he smiled softly. He couldn’t believe this was happening. It was only a week ago that he met this incredible girl. And here he was, sitting shoulder to shoulder...holding hands over some food. Takeshi never had that in his life… His heart was racing... something that was unfamiliar to him when not fighting for his life... but at the same time, he enjoyed the rush it gave him as it was a different kind Adrenaline.

He raised his eyebrow as her face turned into a look of determination. But it was so cute… it made him want to… He lost his train of thought when she squeezed his hand. As she spoke, he blinked. No time to react as he was suddenly pulled closer and she pressed her lips against his. His eyes grew wide as his mind went blank. Like it couldn’t compute what was happening. Thankfully though it rebooted fairly quickly as he pressed back in his kiss own kiss to her.

It seemed so surreal... he didn’t imagine her lips would be so...soft. He felt intoxicated by her, the sensation, the smell of her perfume… He held the kiss as long as he could. Before he pulled away quite literally due to her quirk but just an inch away. Resting his forehead against hers he smiled genuinely… perhaps the most genuine smile he has ever given in his life.

The past few days melted away into nothingness. His pain, his loss of his arm. The stress he had worrying about her in this hospital. Gone. All there was, was happiness. Genuine happiness. He wanted to shout out to the world. But he let go of her hand and reached up, slightly awkwardly as he barely was able to touched her right cheek with his thumb in this position.

But realizing she wasn’t resting on his shoulder anymore he shifted, his hand brushing down her jaw and around her chin. Till his palm slid over her left cheek, his fingers running into her hair to pull her in for another kiss. But before he did, he said softly. “I’m pretty sure it’s the other way around…” with a smirk before he kissed her once more.

The girl was in a ‘zone,’ so to speak, not dissimilar to how she had felt fighting for her life—though not quite that intense or terrifying. Point was, after the kiss broke, she was left in a daze due to that zone for half a second, before coming back to her senses and immediately feeling a rush of shock and embarrassment at what she had done. Before her mind could even speculate on how she might have just completely pushed away Takeshi with that, though, she saw that nothing was wrong. Takeshi hadn’t pulled away. Even after the kiss, he kept his forehead on hers, and he was smiling.

There wasn’t a whole lot Reina could manage other than stare at the boy with widened eyes, stewing in her happiness and disbelief at… everything. The girl was so sluggish in her state that she didn’t even register the second kiss until it was halfway done, all her attention taken away by the feeling of Takeshi’s touch eliciting nice goosebumps.

Mind finally starting to work again as the second kiss broke off, all the stress and excitement of the situation got to her and made her suddenly painfully restless. Doing her best not to appear panicked, Reina moved aside the table and practically leapt up from the bed, slapping her cheek with her one good hand harder than she might have originally meant to.

“Th-that was o-okay right? Right?” she stumbled through quick breaths, the disbelief and joy and worry all managing to be apparent in her expressions. “I didn’t just—just screw up b-bad? I d-didn’t?...” She glanced back towards Takeshi, heart still exploding out of her chest, but she already felt herself slowly beginning to relax after giving that burst of energy something of an outlet—even if that outlet was a bit embarrassing to show Takeshi. Though… it’d be something he’d see sooner or later anyway, at this rate.

Reina paused, glancing away from the boy and pressing the back of her fingers against her burning cheek in an attempt to cool them down.

Takeshi eyes opened wide as she pulled away suddenly, quickly getting up. He let his arm drop to the bed as she slapped herself on the cheek really hard. He didn’t know what was going on. She started asking if that was ok, as if she did something screwed up something. He blinked a few times confused. He shook his head, but he didn’t know if she saw it as she turned away.

“Reina…” He said soft as he pushed himself up off the bed, moving towards her. He placed his hand on her elbow, the one connected to her good hand. “You didn’t screw up Reina…” He leaned his head to the side to try and get into her view. He smiled at her. His face red. “Of course it's okay…” he tilted his head to the other side. A slight worried thought came to his head. “Unless...that wasn’t what you wanted...” He allowed his hand to drop from her elbow.

The girl had been given the time to gather herself, and looked back to Takeshi, embarrassed but feeling better.

“I-it is what I want,” she said, brow furrowing as she seemed to go into thought. “I’m just… I have some issues, I guess…” Reina’s body cringed subtly at the admission. Insulting herself within her own thoughts was one thing, but saying such things out loud for a boy she liked to hear was even worse. It was a hole she dug herself with that outburst though, so she had to at least offer some sort of explanation to Takeshi.

“I’m not really ever very confident—at all, because of… stuff… and just my own personality.” she said, looking away again. “I like you, so it is what I want, and I believe you when you say it’s what you want too, but…” The girl had to really think on her words, knowing she wouldn’t like to hear Takeshi badmouthing himself either. “I just feel like you could… you could do better, and I don’t want to make you regret being with me, but I’m scared I will because I have a history of really… really screwing things up…”

Reina trailed off, noticing the flare of defiant anger in her again. Anger at her past and especially at herself. She’d survived an encounter—and been evenly matched—with a dangerous villain for a short time. She’d already decided she would change. It was hard to shake the habits that had been beaten into her for so long, but if she couldn’t do that much, she’d never be able to atone for what she had done.

Her gravity was pulling lightly now, and Reina found her good hand gripping tightly to the fabric of Takeshi’s shirt, her forehead pressed into the nook of his shoulder and neck. She needed to keep hiding her face for a bit longer.

“I… already told you that you’re stuck with me though. I’m your problem as well for now.”

Takeshi frowned when she said she has some issues. He said nothing as she spoke, watching her closely. He shook his head when she said she felt like he could do better than her. That she didn’t want to have him regret being with her. His voice caught in his throat as he hesitated, not wanting to say something wrong, he thought of what he should say.

He did notice how she was always doubting herself. But, when he watched her fight... that seemed far from the truth. Of course he wouldn’t know what she was thinking, but he did see her first fight, it was amazing, even though she didn’t win. She still did a phenomenal job. But even so, that paled in comparison to her fight with his brother. Rakasha. She put up a real fight against a killer. She pushed through her pain of broken bones and other injuries.

He glanced down to her hand that was gripping his shirt tightly. Her quirk pulling once again... a feeling that felt comforting to him now. As she pressed her forehead into the nook of his neck, he wrapped his arm around the middle of her back and pulled her even closer. His cheek pressing against the top of her head. As she reiterated that he was stuck with her. That she was his problem. This irritated him slightly, he did not see her as a problem, nor that he was stuck with her. He was irritated she kept on insulting herself.

He took a deep breath… noticing soft scent of her hair. He didn’t want to move her, he wanted her to know he was there for her… that he wanted to be ‘stuck’ next to her. He ran his hand up her back and placed it gently on the back of her head, squeezing gently as he pressed his lips against her temple for a moment. “Reina, I want you to listen to me.” He said in Firmly, but his tone was just so she would pay attention. His voice calm and soothing as he then said. “We all have issues. I certainly have some I’m working through. I think you just think too much, and think too little of yourself. Which is why you are not ‘confident.’ But that's not what I see when I look at you. When I see the real you. I see a beautiful woman who stands up in the face of fear, with so much confidence that it made my brother think twice.”

He moved his hand to her shoulder and held her.“I also see you as kind and forgiving. After what... my family put you through, you still are speaking to me. Knowing that they are in my life you are willing to talk to me, to want to be with me. I doubt there are many who are brave enough to even look at me after knowing what you know now. I don’t see you as a problem. Nor do I see that I’m stuck with you. I’m blessed to know you, and lucky that you would even want to deal with me.”

Reina stayed motionless as she listened to Takeshi, keeping her face hidden the entire time. The boy spoke long enough to give her enough time to fight back any tears that had been threatening to fall after she had spoken aloud some of the thoughts that seemed to never leave her.

She couldn’t help but give a quiet giggle as she lifted her head a bit, glancing at Takeshi for just a moment.

“You… say some lame things sometimes,” she said through her laugh. “But it’s cute. And most of what you say isn’t so corny… so thanks.” She could nitpick at every word he said, find some way to convince him why she wasn’t any good… but she simply didn’t. Her mind made no effort to, contrary to how it always did.

She knew everyone had their issues—it was why she didn’t want to push her own problems on anyone. It was part of the reason she wanted to be a hero. It was the entire reason she was hesitant here. But his words made her realize she hadn’t even thought about his family in that way. To her, Michiko and Takeshi were completely separate from the villains she had fought. To Takeshi, though, it was a much bigger deal than that, of course. His spiel had served as a reminder that just as she’d be dumping some of her baggage on him, he’d be doing the same. That was relationships in short, after all. Though she hadn’t had many—and none romantic—she was intelligent enough to understand that much.

Takeshi let his head and shoulders fall in defeat when she said he says lame things. Though it was hard to not smile at her laugh. Shrugging he simply said, “It’s why I don’t talk much…” with a slight smile. He didn’t have a chance to say anymore when there was a knock on the door.

The girl paused again looking to Takeshi for a moment, before finally letting go of his shirt, a sheepish smile on her lips as faint pink returned to her cheeks.

”Reinbow? Are you awake? I got a watermelon!”

She turned to make her way to the door. “I-I’m awake,” she said, opening the door a second later. She had half a mind to just poke her head through a crack but decided against it, opening the door fully. She smiled at Mamoru, blinking as she saw what the girl carried. A whole watermelon. Of course, that’s what she had said, but for some reason Reina hadn’t been expecting her hands to be holding a whole one.

Reina laughed softly, moving aside to invite Mamoru in.

“I don’t think I’m really supposed to be moving around right now, so come in quick before any of the nurses see me.” It was clear by the tone of her voice though that that wasn’t something she was actually particularly concerned about. “They seem to never really believe me when I tell them I can walk around fine without it hurting much.” The girl gave a smirk, glancing from Mamoru to Takeshi, knowing full well why the nurses wouldn't take her word at face value.

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Reina Mori


Reina gave a laugh at the vague mention of Takeshi's awful cooking, covering her mouth as she was mid-bite. She smiled back at the boy as he continued talking about his sister--being a single child herself, she didn't have any firsthand experience to reference, but he certainly came off as a good brother, and she imagined she would act similarly as an elder sibling.

"Mhm," she sounded with a nod, her hand covering her mouth again while she swallowed her food. "I think I'll mention it to her when I get the chance, then."

The girl continued eating happily, finding the brief pause in the conversation to be... warm? It certainly didn't make her feel uncomfortable as such lulls tended to--like she had to scramble to say something to not be a waste of time to be around. With Takeshi, the quiet moments felt nice, and she never struggled to find words to say.

This time though, it was him breaking the moment of silence. Reina paused, glancing at his left arm at the same time he did--followed immediately by her face quickly beginning to burn up that that was the first thing she thought of. It was kind of difficult for it not to be of course, but she wasn't quite sure how to deal with it. Takeshi was still Takeshi, so she had just acted more or less the same. Now that her attention had been brought to his missing arm, she was feeling flustered...

But only for a half second. Because not a moment later, Takeshi cracked a small joke about his arm. Reina paused before giving him a quick smirk. It faded quickly as Takeshi continued, the boy looking rather seriously into her eyes. The girl felt her face blush again lightly as he finished, taken by surprise at his words, and how close they were to each other--of course, that was her own doing, but just now something had become real.

She had been acting kind of flirty for sure, humouring herself and her feelings. Suddenly though, the voice that had been eating away at her thoughts for years resurfaced. Its appearances were becoming fewer and farther between, but right now, it had come back with a vengeance.

There was no way Takeshi was actually interested in her. She was gloomy and depressed, and just awful to be around. To make things worse, she had been finding ways to spend time with him as much as she dared to--if anything, that made her an annoyance. Neither boys nor girls before Komei had ever even wanted to approach her. Shoko had helped with that, but the root of the problem was Reina herself. A shut-in with a terrible personality, and a quirk that had made her a murderer.

She was a monster. Shoko and others had told her again and again, but Reina knew before that.

Maybe she'd somehow fooled Takeshi into feeling something for her. Hell, she had been fooling herself lately that she was maybe worth something--that she could really change--

The thoughts came to a halt as abruptly as they had begun upon the girl noticing her quirk was pulling rather strongly now, pressing Takeshi's body into hers and bringing their faces closer together. Instead of those tainting thoughts, her mind was now completely occupied by other things as she felt her face burn red. The table and sushi had been pulled closer to her as well, and the sheets and pillow on the bed had been displaced.

"I... do smile a lot around y-you, huh?..." she managed to squeak, showing the boy another smile--this one embarrassed--as she weakened the pull of her quirk, though made a point to keep it pulling gently.

Reina's eyes glanced away but she kept the rest of her body facing slightly towards him. "O-Obviously staying in a hospital means I'm missing a lot of things..." she started. "... A-And you're one of those things. Your smile is included in that too, I guess."

She glanced back towards him out of the corner of her eyes, acutely aware of the colour of her cheeks though doing her best to pay it no mind at the moment. "So I'm glad you came to visit me..." she said with a faint, sheepish smile.

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