His quirk literally lets him no-sell projectiles and any objects that weigh less than he does. if he grabs a gun, *poof* it's gone. He gets shot at, *poof* the bullet gets stored instead of damaging him.
Yeah it'd be weak in melee and against most other quirks but with training he'd ruin most mooks. Guns are the bane of any hero who isn't super durable or super fast, and this guy is immune. That's not even taking into account all the villains who must rely on some form of equipment. One touch and that tool or item is now non-factor.
Now I highly doubt that stored objects keep their velocity or momentum, but if they did, this would be almost broken.
Edit: I just realized he could store melee weapons and grenades, both flash-bangs and otherwise, screw the melee weakness. His only downside is a lack of effect against strong or strange quirks.
This is a very well done analysis, and I honestly have to applaud you for it. I'll give you the full rundown of the Quirk to show you how close you were, plus some backstory on it.
Shishida "Han" Honda's Quirk is officially listed as "Smuggling", the same as with his father. "Smuggling" allows Han to store any non-living non-perishable item inside himself as long as it would send the total weight of the things stored over his weight limit. The Quirk is very weak at first glance, but with equipment and training it's true potential shines through. The storage function of the quirk works through any part of his body, but he has to consciously activate it to store something. The part of the quirk that allows him to remove things from his storage space, however, only functions through the palms of his hands. Anything stored inside Han's storage space does not register on metal detectors, X-rays, or other methods of detection.
Han's father, Shishida Alfred (formerly Alfred Hendricks), was previously a small-time American villain. After being arrested for drug trafficking and illegal Quirk usage, and a stint in prison, he reformed and moved to Japan, trying to get away from his past. He eventually married Shishida Kurenai and took her name, further distancing himself from his "old self". He now works part-time as an auto mechanic.
Shishida "Han" Honda's Quirk is officially listed as "Smuggling", the same as with his father. "Smuggling" allows Han to store any non-living non-perishable item inside himself as long as it would send the total weight of the things stored over his weight limit. The Quirk is very weak at first glance, but with equipment and training it's true potential shines through. The storage function of the quirk works through any part of his body, but he has to consciously activate it to store something. The part of the quirk that allows him to remove things from his storage space, however, only functions through the palms of his hands. Anything stored inside Han's storage space does not register on metal detectors, X-rays, or other methods of detection.
Shishida "Han" Honda's Quirk is officially listed as "Smuggling", the same as with his father. "Smuggling" allows Han to store any non-living non-perishable item inside himself as long as it would send the total weight of the things stored over his weight limit. The Quirk is very weak at first glance, but with equipment and training it's true potential shines through. The storage function of the quirk works through any part of his body, but he has to consciously activate it to store something. The part of the quirk that allows him to remove things from his storage space, however, only functions through the palms of his hands. Anything stored inside Han's storage space does not register on metal detectors, X-rays, or other methods of detection.
It's not just an empty space inside of him, it's some sort of spatial pocket (space manipulation quirks are a thing going by Fog guy).
Is it like Bethesda absortion where the item just poof's into storage? That's an instant disarming, or if feeling evil, clothes banisment.
If the item has to go through his skin, could he 'close' himself halfay through? that's a portal cut right there. he could pull a The Hand and swipe awa at walls to make holes (even if it is just rock goes in-rock goes out for the weight matter) It cold be a good intimidation, being the antimatter kid by carving a concrete wall with "disintegration".
Shishida Kurenai's Quirk, as well as that of her sister Shishida Kaori and nephew Shishida Jurota is "Beast", which gives them animalistic features such as fangs, claws, and a thick coat of fur on their bodies, as well as the ability to grow into a larger more bestial form.
It's not just an empty space inside of him, it's some sort of spatial pocket (space manipulation quirks are a thing going by Fog guy).
Is it like Bethesda absortion where the item just poof's into storage? That's an instant disarming, or if feeling evil, clothes banisment.
If the item has to go through his skin, could he 'close' himself halfay through? that's a portal cut right there. he could pull a The Hand and swipe awa at walls to make holes (even if it is just rock goes in-rock goes out for the weight matter) It cold be a good intimidation, being the antimatter kid by carving a concrete wall with "disintegration".
Shishida Kurenai's Quirk, as well as that of her sister Shishida Kaori and nephew Shishida Jurota is "Beast", which gives them animalistic features such as fangs, claws, and a thick coat of fur on their bodies, as well as the ability to grow into a larger more bestial form.
Has he absorbed a clock? The quirk does not allow for perishables but knowing he can swallow a few sticks of dynamite in an emergency would be pretty neat. *Yoink* then dispose of them safely later
You are thinking in the way that there are still normal people who use guns. Their whole culture is based around quirks. If you don't have one you are "less human" in their society.
Since everyone has a quirk, you can't think in the way that the criminals are baseline humans. Those kind are basically a minority who don't become anything in this world.
Even that punk thug might have some kind of quirk that negates anything that a normal human might do.
His power isn't useless, but when compared to something like Ice and Fire powers in one pack, or whatever crazy One for All or All for One are.. that isn't that great at all. There are people who have super speed, can disable any quirk from anyone else, become a giant, are a black hole, and whatever else there is out there... Well, it isn't anything special at all. I'd say his chances of actual being a somewhat good hero are pretty much zero.
Not to mention his limit of holding only his weight is pretty low.
Toru Hagakure - Invisible
Gran Torino - Jumps good
The kid who only had wings from izuku's middleschool
pervy kid - sticky grapes for hair
kid with tape for elbows
Himiko - bloody shapeshift
Mei - has telescope/microscope eyes
Do i really need to go on?
You see a few strong quirks in the series and it makes it seem normal yeah? No. There are way, WAY more weak ones.
Most quirks are weak, utility, or unimpressive at first. Creativity is what makes most people strong.
UA is the NUMBER ONE hero school, hence there must be more than one hero school. UA must be special then, the best, if it's really the top school. Its an outlier, the people there are simply MORE than others.
The villains are also the big leagues, people hand picked by one of the oldest and scariest people in that world. The guy who is 300 or more years old and can steal and give people quirks. yeah, sounds kinda special, huh.
Most of the heroes and villains we see in series are literally the best, the cream of the crop. Expecting everyone to be of a similar standard is highly unfair.
By simple estimate most of the world cannot have Super strength, all the fire and ice, superspeed, quirk stealing, disintegration, teleportation ect.
It wouldn't make sense. Everyone is impressed by people who have those amazing quirks because they are rare. If they aren't rare then people wouldn't be awed or impressed.
Guns will always be more useful to a criminal because a gun will kill anyone you shoot it at unless they're one of the rare 10% (or less) who get a broken quirk.
Most crooks won't have the ability to become a black hole or a unstoppable vortex, thus guns must still be somewhat common.
Honestly though, this kids quirk is better for the police and low scale crime fighting than the stuff UA goes through.
But if YaoMomo can be a hero this kid could too. She makes items to fight with, this kid can store them beforehand and use them later. Similar use in a combat scenario. Both have different but highly useful utility value.
Edit: Thanks Wombatman, I honestly do this kinda thinking for fun. Its kinda cool to know I wasn't too far off the mark here. It's a shame it doesn't give him a full immunity to projectiles though.
Toru Hagakure - Invisible
Gran Torino - Jumps good
The kid who only had wings from izuku's middleschool
pervy kid - sticky grapes for hair
kid with tape for elbows
Himiko - bloody shapeshift
Mei - has telescope/microscope eyes
Do i really need to go on?
You see a few strong quirks in the series and it makes it seem normal yeah? No. There are way, WAY more weak ones.
Most quirks are weak, utility, or unimpressive at first. Creativity is what makes most people strong.
UA is the NUMBER ONE hero school, hence there must be more than one hero school. UA must be special then, the best, if it's really the top school. Its an outlier, the people there are simply MORE than others.
The villains are also the big leagues, people hand picked by one of the oldest and scariest people in that world. The guy who is 300 or more years old and can steal and give people quirks. yeah, sounds kinda special, huh.
Most of the heroes and villains we see in series are literally the best, the cream of the crop. Expecting everyone to be of a similar standard is highly unfair.
By simple estimate most of the world cannot have Super strength, all the fire and ice, superspeed, quirk stealing, disintegration, teleportation ect.
It wouldn't make sense. Everyone is impressed by people who have those amazing quirks because they are rare. If they aren't rare then people wouldn't be awed or impressed.
Guns will always be more useful to a criminal because a gun will kill anyone you shoot it at unless they're one of the rare 10% (or less) who get a broken quirk.
Most crooks won't have the ability to become a black hole or a unstoppable vortex, thus guns must still be somewhat common.
Honestly though, this kids quirk is better for the police and low scale crime fighting than the stuff UA goes through.
But if YaoMomo can be a hero this kid could too. She makes items to fight with, this kid can store them beforehand and use them later. Similar use in a combat scenario. Both have different but highly useful utility value.
Edit: Thanks Wombatman, I honestly do this kinda thinking for fun. Its kinda cool to know I wasn't too far off the mark here. It's a shame it doesn't give him a full immunity to projectiles though.
Edit: Thanks Wombatman, I honestly do this kinda thinking for fun. Its kinda cool to know I wasn't too far off the mark here. It's a shame it doesn't give him a full immunity to projectiles though.
Honestly, I've got some mechanics for the quirk worked out but most of them won't be showing up until somewhere around the License Exam Arc, with one showing up at the end of the Internship Arc.
It was a while later, our first day back after Golden Week, that I saw Toga again. I had walked her home on the first day, and we had exchanged phone numbers and had texted intermittently throughout the week.
"I'm just saying man, as much as you like those movies they get boring after the 20th rewatch." Inasa gripes, sighing as I glare at him.
"And I'm just saying, that's your opinion. It's the wrong one, but you're free to express it. Even though it's wrong." I shoot back, glaring despite my imminent defeat.
"Han-kun! Wait up!" Someone yells from behind us, and I already know who it is.
I stumble as Toga rams into me, her arms catching me in a hug that causes my back to crack. She's strong for such a little thing.
"Hey, Himiko-san." I say as I try to pry her off my midsection.
"Hi! Who's this?" She chirps, smiling from ear to ear before looking at Inasa in confusion.
"Oh, this is-" I start, before I'm cut off.
"Yoarashi Inasa, pleased to meet you!" Inasa says, bowing low so fast it causes a small breeze.
"You must be the Toga-san that Han was telling me about!" He almost-yells, his excitement rising.
"Oh! Han-kun told me about you!" Himiko almost matches Inasa's volume, and my vision begins to go dark as she squeezes me tighter.
"Himiko-san, air…" I wheeze, and she loosens her grip.
"Sorry!" She says, grinning awkwardly.
"So, what were you guys talking about?" She asks, switching from grasping my torso ensnaring my arm once more.
"Well, every year since we've met, after Golden Week, Inasa and I rewatch the best movies ever made." I say, glaring at my best friend as if to dare him to challenge the claim.
"I wouldn't say they're the best…" Inasa drawls, eyeing me from his peripheral vision.
"What are they then? Second best?" I snark, rolling my eyes at his obviously wrong opinion.
"Um, what movies are talking about?" Himiko inquires, one dainty eyebrow raised in confusion.
"Star Wars." Inasa and I say in unison, one of us deadpan and the other ready to gush.
"Oh, I've never heard of that series. Is it good?"
"Inasa, I know you don't have to be home until late tonight. Himiko-san, do you have anywhere you need to be?" I ask, taking her hands and looking deeply into her eyes.
"No?" She answers, looking confused and blushing slightly.
"Good, you're coming to my house and we're watching the original trilogy tonight."
Inasa's lounging against my bed, snoring away with his English homework on his lap as Himiko and I watch the credits of Return of the Jedi roll down the screen.
"So, what'd you think?" I ask, looking down at where Himiko has tucked herself in between my arm and side. We'd pulled a blanket off of the bed earlier in the night, and she had taken that as an invitation to press herself as close as possible to me.
"They're good movies! I'm just kind of weirded out you chose the grimy criminal guy as the source of your nickname." She says, prodding at my cheek with one dainty finger.
"Yeah well, that grimy criminal guy wound up with the princess, so I think I'm doing pretty well at following in his footsteps." I say, leaning in to flick one of the messy blonde buns on top of her head.
"You even have the hair, almost."
I lean in a little further, and Himiko leans up from where she's half buried between my side and the blanket. Closer, closer, lips almost touching and I can hear my heart pounding in my ears and-
"Oh man, when did I fall asleep?" Inasa yawns, jaw cracking as he stretches and shatters the moment.
"OH GOD DAMN IT!" I holler in english, grabbing one of the many textbooks littering the floor and chucking it at my soon to be former best friend.
The next morning, Himiko is still giggling as the three of us walk to school. The thrown textbook had sparked a small brawl, Inasa and I tussling until finally my mother came up and separated us like a pair of feral cats.
I had come off relatively light in the exchange, a single cut above my eyebrow from where Inasa clocked me with a trigonometry workbook.
Inasa had gotten similar, a sickly looking bruise on the left side of his jaw from a lucky elbow.
A clearing of a throat gets our attention as we step into the school gates. Principal Saikawa, a notorious hardass, is standing there with an official looking envelope in her hands.
"Shishida, come here would you?" She barks, and I split off from the group over to where she's standing in the shade.
Ask anyone, and they'd tell you that Principal Saikawa Riko was a stunning woman. Over 6 feet tall, with long flowing brown hair and a heart-shaped face that was normally drawn up into a scowl, she was the ideal of many a first-year boy.
"I'm going to keep this brief, Shishida. This letter right here is your recommendation to Shiketsu. I couldn't stretch UA, as much as I wanted to, but due to your unique family history, Shiketsu was the best school possible. Don't blow it, okay?" She grouses, waving the letter in front of my face before walking off to the school building, students parting around her like the red sea.
I'm slightly dumbfounded by the situation, but shake it off as I jog back over to Inasa and Himiko, mentally bracing myself for the oncoming day of classes.
"So, what was with Saikawa today?" Inasa asks as we begin to unpack our lunches. The three of us have claimed a corner of the classroom, unpacking our bentos and beginning to tuck in.
"Oh, she told me she was sending a letter of recommendation for me to Shiketsu. Say, what have you got in your bento today?" I deflect, batting away Inasa's meaty hands to see what he had packed.
"Ooh, leftover yakitori!" I snatch one of the skewers, replacing it with a few slices of pickled eggplant.
"Wait, she recommended you to Shiketsu? Dude, that's awesome!" Inasa yells, and I do my best to not choke on the skewer of chicken I've got jammed in my mouth.
"Wait, why did she only recommend you to Shiketsu? Why not U.A.?" Himiko asks, chopsticks reaching into my bento to steal herself a slice of pickled eggplant.
"I've got a...rough family history, you could say. I'll tell you some other time." I say, slightly uncomfortable.
"Okay, I understand. So, you guys are both planning on being heroes?" Himiko inquires, munching on a slice of cucumber.
"Yep, planning on it. Inasa's going to go to U.A., I'm gonna go to Shiketsu, and we're going to take the hero rankings by storm!" I proclaim, hopping up from my seat and posing grandiosely.
Himiko giggles at my antics, and outright chuckles when Inasa mimics my pose. Her laugh is pretty, a series of light giggles transitioning into heaving wheezes as she goes red in the face.
"Yeah, you guys are definitely going to be something else." She says, dropping a few pieces of vegetable tempura into my bento to replace the stolen eggplant.
After school, waiting for Himiko, I thought about the future. I had come here from a whole different world and irrevocably changed part of the story completely on accident just by getting a date.
Sure, I had changed some other things too. Gentle and La Brava would never threaten the U.A. Cultural Festival due to my interference, sure, but they were comparatively minor threads in a colossal tapestry. They weren't major players.
They weren't Himiko Toga.
"Oy, Shishida!" Someone was yelling my name, snapping me out of my thinking.
I look over and immediately groan.
"Shun-san, to what do I owe the pleasure?" I grit out, fighting the urge to roll my eyes at the taller boy.
"My friends and I heard you and that meathead friend of yours crowing about becoming heroes. Inasa I can see, but you? With your pathetic Quirk? Go be a shoplifter or something, or a villain like your worthless old man." He spits out, getting closer and closer to me, his cronies following behind.
"I think I'll take my chances with becoming a hero, thanks." I say, biting back my more cutting remarks.
"Oh? You think you're some big tough guy, don't you? You think just because you got recommended to the second-best hero school in Japan you're better than me?" Shun says, grabbing me by the collar of my uniform.
"Maybe I oughta show you what someone with a real Quirk can do you pathetic freak." Shun says, one arm raised, pointer finger extended. The nail on that finger, already slightly pointed, begins to extend farther and farther, until it's the length of my thumb.
"Whoa now boys, I don't know how this started but it's ending here." A familiar voice says, and I look over to see one of the heroes from that time at the bookstore. It's the guy who looks like he's wearing a diving suit, and even unable to see his face I can tell he's pissed.
"So, long time no see, huh?" The hero says, waving a cheery goodbye as Shun and his pack of followers trudge away.
"It's been like a week and you never even told me who you were." I say, slightly dead on the inside.
Shun's words were wrong. I know that, I know what he said was wrong, I know I can be a hero.
Why don't I feel like it though?
"Hey, kid, you hearing me?" The hero says, snapping his gloved fingers in front of my face to catch my attention.
"I said my name is Irradiator. Now, what's got you so caught in your own thoughts?" Irradiator asks, concern radiating from his fishbowl helmet.
I explain to him my troubled thoughts, about whether or not I can become a hero, how I'm afraid if I do become a hero I'll die and leave my friends behind and bitter. I tell him about all the worries and troubles on my mind, everything spilling out about how I'm worried I'm not worthy of Himiko, or Inasa, or the recommendation I received.
"Y'know, if it were anyone else, I think they would have slugged that punk. But you just stood there, calmly, politely, tried to get him to piss off. That's a sight better than anything I would have done, that's for sure. And as for everything else, you're worthy of it. You're a good kid, Honda. You'll be fine." He says, looking up at the sun as it begins to sink toward the horizon.
"And well, there's one more thing I'd like to say, but I think she could say it more eloquently than me."
I look to the side and see Himiko, the jacket she had rushed back in to find clutched in her arms and tears welling at the corners of her eyes.
She crashes into me, sobbing heavily, and she says something I can't hear.
"Wait, Himiko, what did you say?" I ask, stroking her back to try and comfort her.
"You can be a hero!" She yells, dropping the jacket to grab the sides of my head.
"You were my hero from the start you idiot! Everything you did made me happy, it made me feel warm on the inside in a way nothing else does!" She keeps yelling, tears flowing openly, and I begin to feel my own eyes begin to prickle with moisture.
"It doesn't matter if you become a hero or not...because you're my hero." She whispers, her forehead bumping against mine as her fingers interlace behind my neck.
I wrap Himiko into a hug, feeling my convictions solidify. No more casual observation and minor interference. No more passive little drone sitting on the sidelines. Only one thought is running through my head now as I look deep into her eyes.
It's time for things to change, one person at a time.
Fixed that for you, you very well know how people like that can be pissed off, and so do others. Most fiction just likes to pretend that people are socially inept.
Fixed that for you, you very well know how people like that can be pissed off, and so do others. Most fiction just likes to pretend that people are socially inept.
No it really is get him to piss off. You know get him to get lost, get him to fuk off. Get him to leave. Anger finger-shank kid would just get you stabbed by his homeless bag-lady claws
This is it. Nearly a year of self-defense classes, studying, tinkering, and practicing, and it all culminates here.
A week ago Inasa had called me, the noise of a full train almost overshadowing him, and said only one thing.
"I'm glad I applied at Shiketsu too."
I knew immediately my attempts to get him to drop his grudge against Endeavour had failed.
That was the past though. Now the three of us are standing here in front of Shiketsu High, the second best heroics school in Japan and third in the world.
My choice to attend Shiketsu was obvious, and Inasa's was brought on by a stubborn grudge, but Himiko had been a surprise.
It had been as sudden as Inasa's dismissal of U.A. as his future high school. Out of the blue, she had informed me of her application to Shiketsu.
It had shocked me, without a doubt, but it had inspired a feeling of pride as well. An invisible warmth burning my chest as I realized that I had changed the world for the better by adding one more hero to it.
Ten months of movie nights, lunch dates, and study sessions.
"Well, looks like it's time for us to split up." I say, separating my hand from Toga's much to her distress.
"Right, have fun with the other recommended students while we go and hang with the plebians." Inasa snarks, rolling his eyes.
"Don't have too much fun!" Himiko chirps, reaching up on the tips of her toes to plant a kiss on my cheek.
Hours later, as the sun is nearing the Horizon, we reunite at the school gates.
"Han-kun! How did your tests go?" Himiko giggles as she latches onto my arm, hair pulled into a simple ponytail instead of the buns she had gone into the exam wearing.
"They went well. I'm not allowed to talk about them, but they were….fun? I guess?" I say, looking at my disheveled form. The tests did a number on me, mentally and physically.
"You look like All Might used you for a speed bag." Inasa chuckles, pointing out the growing shiner under my left eye.
"Hey, if All Might used me for a speed bag I guarantee you I wouldn't be in nearly as good a condition. At least I don't look like someone tried to break an encyclopedia over my head." I snipe back, motioning to the bandages encircling Inasa's head.
"Well nobody is going to be using anybody as anything, okay? At least not before I get something to get the taste of blood out of my mouth." Himiko grumps, squeezing my arm a little tighter.
"Right, right. How does Cafe Noir sound? It's been a bit since we last bothered Tamao-san." I say as we walk down the sidewalk towards the train station.
"Hey, Han-kun...why do you want to be a hero?" Himiko asks, poking idly at the last bits of cake on her plate.
We're finally at Cafe Noir, unwinding and relaxing after the stress of the exams, and she hits me with that bomb of a question.
"Oh that's easy! Han wants to be a hero because...um...huh. Why do you want to be a hero, Han?" Inasa says, pausing in his murder of a box of donuts to look at me inquisitively.
"Well, at first it was just the right thing to do. A Quirk like mine in heroics would be super useful, y'know? Then I did some thinking, and some wondering, and I figured out a better reason." I say, looking at the contents of my cup ponderously.
"So, what's the reason?" Himiko asks, her eyes meeting mine.
"I want to make the world a better place." I say seriously, a smile on my face.
The bell rings, and I hear someone speak.
"Hicchan!" Someone says, and I look over to see who the speaker is.
He's tall, nearly as tall as Inasa, with long hair dyed a million different shades of blond and studs in both ears. He's dressed in some sort of tracksuit, a matchstick hanging from the corner of his mouth and a black bandanna hanging around his neck.
Himiko looks up, and almost bursts at the sight of the guy.
"Rap-chan!" She squeals, and bursts out of her chair to hug him.
Inasa stands up and walks over, and I follow him.
"Himiko-chan, who is this guy?" I ask, jerking my chin up at him.
"This is Rap-chan! Inasa-kun and I met him during the practical and he helped us out a bunch!" She chirps, letting go of the taller boy to motion at him grandly.
"What's good, brother?" He says in crisp, slightly accented, English.
"Listen punk, if you think you can snake her away I'll bust your-" I start, also in English.
"Whoa whoa, I think my boyfriend would mind if I tried that, brother." He says, arms raised in a placating gesture.
"Oh, uh, my bad dude." I say, slipping back into Japanese.
"Nah, nah, it's all good. I'm Nakamura Rappu, but my friends call me Rap-chan." He says, sticking his hand out for a handshake and winking.
"What, trying for some sort of idol hero thing with that name? Like Pop*Step?" I ask as I take his hand and shake it.
"Hey now, don't be dissing my girl Pop*Step. She's a hell of a hero y'know." Rap says, pulling back from the handshake to stretch.
"So, wanna join us for a bite?" I ask, and the grin I get in response only makes me grin back.
"Where the fuck did you find that guy?" I ask as we approach Himiko's apartment building. Inasa and Rappu had split off at the cafe, Rappu to catch his train and Inasa to go home and have a celebration with his family.
"I literally ran into him. We were going after the same target and me, him, and Inasa-kun wound up working together for the rest of the exam." She says, stopping at the door to her building.
"Do you um...do you want to stay the night, maybe?" Himiko asks, head turned away from me. I can see her blush nevertheless, red beginning to creep up her ears around her neck.
I feel my own blush rising at the thought of staying the night with my girlfriend, oh man, oh shit I have a girlfriend what the fuck do I do?
"Sure!" I yelp, voice cracking at just the right moment, thank you hormones, you rotten bastards.
I follow her up the steps of the apartment building, and follow her into the small apartment I'd dropped her off at many times before.
It's a smaller apartment, with a combined kitchen and living room with a small couch and TV, and I can see the hallway that likely leads to the rest of the apartment.
But for right now, relaxation.
I drop my bag of equipment by the door next to my shoes and shoot a quick text message to my father telling him I'm staying the night with Himiko, and get a text back warning not to get up to anything funny.
"You reek, go get a shower while I make some soba." Himiko grumbles tiredly, nudging me out of my own thoughts and out of her way.
I shower quickly, and come out of the bathroom clad only in my boxers just to be struck in the side of the head with a projectile shirt. The gigglefit that Himiko collapses into upon seeing my dumbstruck expression leaves me smiling too.
It's later, after we've eaten and unwound and we're laying in bed together with our bodies pressed together under the covers, that I think back to the question Himiko had posed to me at the cafe.
"This is why," I say nearly silent, watching Himiko breathe quietly. Her head is laying on my chest, hair fanned out like rays of light from a sleeping sun.
"This is why I want to be a hero. To protect moments like this."
I press a gentle kiss to the top of Himiko's head, and drift off to sleep with the soft breathing of my girlfriend as my lullaby.
"HIMIKO, WHOSE BAG OF, WHAT IS THIS, BANK ROBBERY GEAR? WHOSE BAG OF BANK ROBBERY GEAR IS THIS BY THE DOOR?" I hear someone shout, and I bolt upward, bumping Himiko's head off my chest in the process.
FUCK MY ASS.
As always whoever translates the morse wins a cookie. I also legitimately don't know what it means this time as I forgot it so it'll be a surprise for everyone!
You know looking at there quirks Han (Absorb Stuff Into Body) Toga (Consume Blood To Shape Shift(With Persons Quirk)) the Kid or Kid's they'll have, have a non zero chance to be Alex Mercer Consume Biomatter Into Body and Gain the abilities of the consumed
You know looking at there quirks Han (Absorb Stuff Into Body) Toga (Consume Blood To Shape Shift(With Persons Quirk)) the Kid or Kid's they'll have, have a non zero chance to be Alex Mercer Consume Biomatter Into Body and Gain the abilities of the consumed
