Mitsuko had really, honestly tried not to take things into her own hands. “It’s being taken care of,”
Touma swore, and she wanted to let it go. But the more time went on, the angrier she became; the imagine of Touma holding his eye at lunch that day stuck in her mind like some kind of curse. “It’s nothing,
” she remembered him waving her and the others off, laughing. “Tried to catch a grape in my mouth and missed!
Classic Touma, right?I should have known something was wrong when he smiled like that.
Mitsuko thought bitterly, her fingers curling into fists within the safety of her hoodie. She had noticed his smile was forced, but at the time, she had just thought he’d been embarrassed.
Being the resourceful young heroine that she was, it wasn’t difficult to drudge up information on all of Touma’s family, as terrible as that sounded. His father, Shinobu Murakami, was a pretty popular pro hero, so all Mitsuko really had to do was ask Izuku for resources on pro heroes; he was more than happy to send her links to his favorite forums filled with people raving about their favorite heroes, and Iron Skeleton was one of them. To be frank, there was almost a little too much information on the forums, actually, but Mitsuko would worry about that another time.
A step-cousin by the name of Wes was responsible for hurting Touma. He was clearly a troubled youth with a quirk called siren— she read in his file that he could lure anyone into trouble if they stopped to listen, so she knew she’d have to be careful.
Although he’d been sent to some boarding school quite a distance away, it didn’t bring Mitsuko any peace of mind. If his step-father was able to track Touma down, he could to, and she was going to make sure the idea never crossed the boy’s mind.
Her plan wasn’t to hurt the guy; she would never use her quirk for such vengeful reasons, but she planned on giving him a show to make sure he knew what she was capable of, so if he ever decided to come after Touma again...
As she walked, Mitsuko’s emerald irises remained trained on the ground beneath her feet, though with a sudden pause at an intersection, they drifted upwards to focus only absent-mindedly on the traffic passing her by. A quiet voice from somewhere deep within piped up suddenly, asking her why it was that this whole situation had lit such a fire within her. I’m a hero in training
. She reasoned. Heroes essentially fight bullies for a living; this is, perhaps on a smaller scale, relativity the same thing. Right?
And besides, he was her friend; it was an honorable thing to do, to defend your friends.
“... we’re friends, but we’re not that close.”
Her brows twitched downwards, almost undetectable.
That day, she’d admitted to him that she had always felt that they were close, but Touma hadn’t agreed with her. Did he really think they were.. just friends? Not close friend, not even good friends. Just.. friends. Associates. Perhaps it’s my fault.
Mitsuko thought, pulling one of her hands out of her pocket to stare down at her palm. Socializing has never been my strong suit, my approach may be too aloof. Kasumi told me that it’s impossible to tell what I’m thinking half the time, and the other half of the time I look angry, unapproachable.
Her mind turned to Kasumi, Kouki, Michiru, and finally, Touma. Somehow, Mitsuko managed to make such amazing friends despite her stunted social skills; she was slowly learning what it really meant to be friends. Being able to trust and rely on them, and for them to be able to trust and rely on her in turn. She... loved
her friends. And if Kasumi, Kouki, and Michiru were ever targeted by some bully, she knew she would so the same for them.
It was different when it came to Touma, though.
It was an inescapable truth that Touma wasn’t the strongest of students. There was a reason he made it into UA, but he was also in general studies for a reason; his quirk wasn’t really useful in terms of battling villains. Although Mitsuko believed he could learn to fight on his own and be a successful hero, he wasn’t there... yet. He wasn’t fragile, but there were times where Mitsuko admittedly treated him as such. The hero classes were filled with so many amazing, strong students with insanely powerful quirks, so, when she looked at Touma...
She wanted to protect him.
Mitsuko knew he’d hate her if he knew she looked at him in such a light, and truth be told, she felt a little guilty for it herself. She hadn’t intended on becoming so protective of him, but this incident had only spurred her on. I’ll keep him safe.
She vowed to herself, shoving her hand back in her pocket as the crosswalk’s light turned green. Her feelings for Touma were.. complicated, but at the very least, she could protect him.
When she reached her destination, the young heroine in training leaned against a brick wall, tipping the bill of her baseball cap down to conceal her face. The “disguise”, i.e. the black clothes were to protect her identity, but not from Wes; more like, from the general public. Mitsuko could barely leave the house for a couple hours without being recognized, and she had better, more imperative things to do than listen to some guy ramble about how his son would be the perfect match for her quirk and for her to give her parents his business card. There you are
Just as Mitsuko had expected, after about twenty minutes, she watched as Wes exited the building, headed down the sidewalk facing her. There was something deceptively... orderly about him, like he wasn’t a bully and this was all been some big misunderstanding; but it wasn’t. He was a sadistic villain in the making and he’d hurt her Touma, and she had to make sure it never happened again.
As she shoved her weight off the wall and began walking towards him, her eyes darted across his entire countenance as inconspicuously as she could; she didn’t want to alert him yet, not here in such a populated place. Only when they were somewhere quieter would she confront him.
Until then, she would follow him.
Disclaimer; only the characters were drawn by me. BluebirdsandCanaries
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