Monday morning of internships is soon upon the first-year hero students, class 1.A meeting up the train station in the early morning, tickets, bags and cases in hand or tucked away. Mr.Aizawa tending to the group of 20 teenagers, a serious expression on his face as he goes over a few things, "you all have your costumes, right? Remember, you aren't allowed to wear them in public. Don't drop them or anything."
"Yessir!" Mina far too excited at this hour in Free's opinion, the redheaded girl wishing she didn't get caught up reading Shonen-Jump last night.
"Speak clearly! It's 'yes, sir,' Ashido." Eraserhead lecturing, Pinky dropping her head in shame.
"Yes, sir."
"Make sure you mind your manners with the heroes at your internships! Off with you now," their homeroom teacher finished.
Another clear "yes, sir," from his students in response. Chatter passing between some of the teenagers, Texan girl leisurely ducking through those who work on figuring which where their train is, orange eyes set on the ash-blonde, who she hasn't said much too since their quality time Thursday. Somewhat feeling as if things have been tensed since, wondering if it's just her or maybe he's aware too.
Though I haven't made much of an effort after he called me simple and I called him an immature kid.
"Oi, Firecracker."
Bakugo coming to a stop, yet not bothering to turn around all the way, instead peering over his shoulder at the American girl, "what now, Brickhead?"
"Good luck in Tokyo. I'm sure ya bound to learn a lot," she offered as an olive branch, preferring to move past their words from the other night. "I'll miss ya," her tone teasing, ahead of shooting him a wink and shifting in the direction of her train, leaving on that. As expected he scoffed, not dignifying her with an actual answer and stuffing his hands in his pockets in moving on.
However, the explosive teens cheeks betray him, a clear blush coloring them as he stomps off and a few curses escaping his mouth. Every. God. Damn. Time.
"Hey, Mez, ya headed this way too?" Free closing the space between her and the large dupli-armed male a couple steps away, joining him on the walk through the station.
"Aa. I'm an hour West. You?"
Citrine lighting up, "same. 137?"
He nods, "aa."
"Wanna sit together? I made some breakfast sandwiches we can share on the way," her companion accepting the offer as they find the right stop and board fifteen minutes later. "Say, if we made an agency in the future, we could totally get the value pack gang back together and be one of the best. We could cover sooo many bases."
Shoji humming in agreement with the Maroonette across from him, who presenting a bacon, egg, lettuce and tomato wrap, "thank you."
"Ya welcome."
"Would our Agency be named TVP for short?" He joked, earning a chuckle from his friend.
"You'll be our stealth expert for underground and reconnaissance. Tetsutetsu is our tank and shield. Hitoshi is perfect for hostage negotiation and the likes, while I'll cover the skies as a beacon of light from above. Pretty well rounded, yeah?" Raising a brow at him and biting into her food.
"It is a well thought out idea," following the girls lead, not at all surprised when the food packs a punch of flavor.
Free having the tendency to always offer any homemade food when eating together. A small group usually consisting of Jiro, Yaoyorozu, Tokoyami, Koda and the two of them spending a number of lunches in class during the weeks, the company enjoyable and atmosphere always light.
"Of course, Team Value Pick can't be the name of agency, but the acronym will always be a great inside joke… maybe something like… 'The Valiant Paragon Agency'?"
Mezo thinking it's a great name right off the bat, "have you been pondering about this a lot, or was that off the top of your head?"
"The name totally random, but the grouping has crossed my mind multiple times. We made a good team for barely knowing each other, huh?" Sipping at her thermos of coffee between bites of food.
"I believe that's because of you for the most part… you're aware of the effect you have on most people, correct?"
The American tilting her head in question, "effect?"
"Aa. You're amiable and likeable without having to try."
The girl honestly staggered, "really? Half the time I feel like I talk far too much and don't know where ta draw the line."
"Even so, you're never hurtful or rude, quite the opposite; you encourage or put others at ease rather."
"Mez, keep talking and my head will get as big as Katsuki's," waving off his compliments with a joke and twisting to watch out the window. Humbled by his perception of her, but completely dumbfounded at the same time.
For once, the dupli-armed male gets the opportunity to do for her what she does for others on a daily basis, content to spend the remainder of their ride together in comfortable silence.
--
Free's stop is two before her fellow classmates', the girl parting with a hug and good luck to Mezo, promising to keep him updated through texts and bidding the male to do the same as she exits onto the platform, silver case in hand and backpack on.
Right… someone named Mirio Togata is suppose to meet me here, vibrant-apricot scanning the passersby, no one standing out amongst them, or approaching her specifically.
Until a creeping feeling of being watched crawls along the Americans' back, her neck slowly turning to gaze to her right and locking eyes with a face poking from the wall a few feet away. Heart almost jumping from her chest, like the multiple swear words that do.
Holy shit.
Son of a bitch, mother fucker.
What the flying fuck.
"Gomen! Didn't mean to scare you, Free Hastings!" The rest of the guys' body emerging from the wall, his hero costume a give away of who he likely is.
"S'okay… I'm just glad you're more than a floating head," she says, "I'd have no core idea on where to start this conversation."
The muscular blonde grinning widely at her joke, "I'm Togata Mirio, LeMillion when donning the suit or in trouble! It's a pleasure to meet you Hastings-chan!"
"I'd prefer Free, if that's not too much trouble, Togata-San."
Gotta keep in mind what Aizawa said about manners.
"Free it is… free for you, at least," the taller male slapping his knee in laughter at the bad joke, redhead giggling. "Sempai works too. I am at 3rd year Hero Student at U.A."
The girls' orbs widening at the new information, "really? So, you're doing work study I'm assuming?""
"Correct! I've been working under Sir Nighteye for over half a year now!"
"That's amazing! I can't believe he sent me an offer! I honestly thought I was stuck in a dream where I'd suddenly wake up right before this all happened and be utterly disappointed!"
"Nope! This is as real as it gets, Free-chan! So, let's get you back to the office," Mirio disappearing into the wall again, only to reappear moments later. "You probably can't do that, right?" Big blues on the freckled 17-year-old.
Free shaking her head, "nah… but I can fly, which is just as cool."
"Ah-ha! Good point! Maybe we just walk?" Motioning for her to follow, which she does.
"This might be the best compromise for now, Sempai."
"A-free-d," his lame joke still getting a laugh out of the female, who loves a terrible pun, no matter what the time of day.
--
Any nerves Free Hastings had long gone by the time the pair arrived at the large five-story building, Mirio opening and holding the door for her to enter, a welcoming air settling upon the Texan when inside. The foyer tastefully decorated with benches, shoe cubbies and lockers, a large reception desk further inside, potted and hanging plants placed around in sunlight areas and a spiral staircase that leads upwards.
"Lemillion! You're back with the newbie!" A young woman of light-blue skin coming out from behind the counter, a soft-smile on her mouth. "Welcome to the Nighteye Agency, Free Hastings! We didn't expect another intern so soon after Mirio, but Sir was adamant on adding you to the roster."
Adamant, the maroonette's face reddening.
"I'm Awata Kaoruko, or Bubble Girl! Sir's ready whenever, so head on up!"
"Will do!" Togata leading the way up the stairs, his Kouhai trailing quietly, anticipation building at the thought of seeing Sir Nighteye in person after so many years.
"Any last-minute advice Mirio-Sempai? Other than make him laugh?"
"Nah! You're a shoe in Free-Chan! Sir loved your cheer video and sports festival battles!"
"Cheer video?" Free halting at the top of the steps. "What cheer video?"
"The one I took of you on Thursday! There's a ton on the school website too, but mine was better."
Flabbergasted, she gawked without restraint, "he saw that? You saw it? Website?!"
"It was great! The whole crowd loved it!" His large hand patting her on the shoulder in comfort. "Sir may be as serious as they come, but he respects those who can make others smile or laugh, which you have a knack for!"
Why am I suddenly feeling so hot?
Texan girl shifting in place, trying to ward off her sheepishness by looking away and pretending to be interested in a painting on the wall. First Mezo and now Mirio…
How am I ever going to keep her cool if Mirai Sasaki says anything good about me?
"Shall we?" The fit blonde strolling down the plain hallway to a dark-stained door, where he comes to a stop. "This is Sir's office. Are you ready?"
"If I say no, can we circle the block a couple of times and then come back," she quipped, shooting him a nervous grin.
"Ahaha! We're going to be good friends, Free-chan! I see it already!"
"I look forward to getting ta know ya better, Sempai," her southern twang shining through more, Free feeling a lot more comfortable in the positive male's presence than most. "I'm ready," reaching out and turning the knob to enter the room.
The first thing she notices are the All Might posters, not surprised, recalling what she knows about his love for Toshinori Yagi; her mother mentioning it many times, whenever Mirai Sasaki came up in conversation. After that, vibrant peach slides to the man who holds a special place in her heart, his part vital in her rescue three years ago.
The green and yellow-haired man lifting his sight from the papers on his desk to the teenage girl standing at the entrance of his office, "Free Hastings…" his tone grave in speaking her name, till something akin to a switch goes off and a wholesome smile now lifts his handsome face. "It's been a while. You've grown a lot since I've last laid eyes on you… you look well."
Mirio Togata blinking at the interaction, they know each other? He didn't say that!
"Thank you for all the cards over the years… I appreciated them more than you'll ever know, Sir Nighteye."
"Please, take a seat Free. We have much to discuss about your internship," motioning at the chair placed in front of his desk, the redhead doing so. "Also, about these drawings your mother gave me recently," sliding the folder over to her.
Drawings… she wouldn't...
The morpher picking it up and opening to see exactly what she feared, wanting nothing more than to crawl in a hole and die.
SHE DID!
"She never mentioned seeing you… though I can see why she wouldn't," pure, unadulterated mortification swallowing Free whole when meeting his golden stare.
I'm going to kill her.
"Elle and I have been getting coffee weekly since your return to Japan in March."
Now I'm really going to kill her.
"I'm curious to know what's in that dossier that's got Free-Chan as red as lobster!" The older hero student shuffling in closer to peak over her shoulder, girl willingly handing it to him, figuring he'd appreciate a good laugh.
Sky-blue peering at the crinckled papers, are these… vivacious and boisterous laughter escaping Mirio as he scans the contents, every single drawing of Sir Nighteye and Free Hastings holding hands in different scenes. Mr, and Mrs. Sasaki written at the top with hearts and signed by Free, all ranging from age 6-10, the sketches progressing from childish to half-decent. "Please let me keep one!"
"Sure, Sempai. If Sir Nighteye is willing to part with them, be my guest," Free shaking off the humiliation and smiling at the older man. "I'm grateful you sent me an offer Sir."
"I'm delighted you accepted. There is much I can show you in your week here, starting off with this the basics. Lemillion will be in charge of that, while Centipeder and Bubble Girl will take you into the field for hands on experience."
The maroonette nodding, "yes, Sir."
"Now, Mirio, why don't you show Free around… return in an hour or so, we'll figure out lunch and go from there."
"Yes, sir! Come on Free-chan, there's a whole building to check out!"
Mirai's deep yellows following the pair of teenagers as they exit, a good feeling in his stomach about introducing Free Hastings to his pupil. A future team to be reckoned with, as I predicted years ago...
--
"I love a good roof-top," the younger student mused, head tilted back in the mid-morning sun and basking in its warmth. Automatically, she activates her Quirk to draw in the rays faster, practicing more often than late and whenever in the presence of light, in hopes of increasing what she can store.
"I bet you feel quite free up here," Togata once more abusing her name for a chuckle, his companion unbothered and amused by his sense of humor.
In fact, she loves feeding into it and contributing herself, the two hitting it off since meeting only an hour ago, talking openly about what crosses their minds. "So, LeMillion, huh? That how many people ya plan on saving?" Her sight on the guy standing at the end of the building, his cape blowing in the light breeze.
"You're pretty smart, Kouhai. That's it exactly!" Bright spheres of positivity shifting to her. "What about you, Wildwing? Why the path of a hero?"
With a hum, she answers what she's thought long and hard about everyday since tasting freedom again, "I long to be a light in all the darkness for this world and to save those who need are lost in it, as I was when Sir Nighteye and All Might rescued me."
"Sir and All Might saved you?" Mirio facing the redhead to inquire about her admission.
"A few years ago... if ya wanna know about it, ya can search The Fanged Charmer and go from there… it's a case they re-team up and was very hush, hush, but the gist of it's out on the web."
The older teen pulling out his phone and typing it in the search-engine, a number of links popping up for it: One of seven children recovered, sole survivor, unnamed. Estate burned to the ground. Numerous bodies buried on property. Kiba Smith dead on arrival due to lung damage. Unknown man found in rubble, believed to be sidekick to the notorious underground villain. Hidden Manipulation Quirk responsible for multiple women forced into relinquishing all rights to their children.
"Free-chan… I'm so sorry."
"S'okay. I've come to terms with what happened and just want to make sure it never does to anyone else, yakknow?"
"Understandable... is this how you and Sir know each other?"
"Nah, I met him as a kid, hence the drawings."
The blonde snapping his fingers, "right!"
"My mother and All Might actually dated around 20ish years ago, when he did stint in America. They met through a mutual friend and the rest is history. Sir and Ma kept in touch over the years, and it's thanks to him I was found before it was too late."
"His Quirk," Togata connecting the dots.
"Yup."
"I've never seen Sir react to anyone like he did you today."
"Really? He's always smiling in my memories. There's only the one where I remember him so serious."
"Clearly you are special Free-chan! I mean, your two are engaged, right?" Mirio holding up his favorite drawing, her name scribbled in the corner with Age:8 under it, her sketch of Mirai and herself holding hands and the 'perfect ring'.
"Shhh. You must not tell anyone, Sempai. Sir and I love's forbidden in this tragic unfair world," the American dramatically grabbing his hands and pleading, the 18-year-old playing along with a grin on his face.
"I promise, yours and Sir's secret is safe with me! I'll lock all evidence away and protect the key with my life."
"You're a real Hero, LeMillion."
The two locking eyes in severity, or at least trying too, ultimately failing and bursting out in laughter. "Come on, let's get back, I think it's been over an hour. We'll probably go do some training and patrol after lunch. It's the best part of all this!"
"I'm looking forward to it!"
--
As internships go on through the week, a routine is followed at the Nighteye Agency, consisting of arriving by 9am every morning and completing anything needed to be done around the building, from clean-up, to paperwork, to watering plants, etcetera. Until noon at least, when they'd all have lunch together ahead of patrol, which usually lasted anywhere from 12-8pm, training thrown in with every member of the agency daily. Free Hastings learning a lot in hour-long sessions with Sir and her Sempai most.
There's just something so rewarding about of getting her ass handed to her.
Like now for example.
Her second training session today, three days in. This time, she's pitted against Mirio, her earlier session against Centipeder almost a breath of fresh air compared to the 18-year-old, who literally knocks all oxygen from her lungs with every hit.
Togata not intentionally doing it, the male still working on phasing and controlling his strength out put. Luckily, his Kouhai is a good sport, always getting back to her feet and ready to try some other way to defend against the complicated Quirk.
"I'mma get ya one day, leaving ya on the floor, Sempai," the redhead shifting in a fighting stance again, her bo-staff balanced in her left at the ready.
"I'll be rooting for you, Free-chan!"
Nighteye has been drilling me in predicting my opponents moves, which is exactly what Mirio does when fighting me...
Either I have to beat him to the punch, or do the unpredictable to win.
--
On that same night, after barely arriving home from another tamed evening of patrolling, the American girl receives an alarming text from Izuku from Hosu City. His location to be exact, which paused her tirade of changing into Pjs.
What's he doing in Hosu... why would he send this… it's not like Freckles to do something so random, glancing at the clock in contemplation.
I'd arrive after 10 by train, depending if I catch the next one right away. If it's anything timely, it'll be over when I get there… but at least I'll know for sure if he's okay.
Without much prompting, she's out the door after sticking a note to the fridge for her Ma and locking up in haste, everyday running paying off as she catches the next train to Hosu, arrival set a little under two hours.
Unfortunately, that changes when things come to a pause due to the large amount of villain attacks that occurred there recently, citrine scanning the news, apparently still in the midst of being handled, but contained for the most part. Images of the assailants surfacing, Free gasping at their exact Nomu-like appearance and quick to assume the League of Bastards is up to no good again.
By the time her train finally pulled into Hosu Station, it's later than originally planned, the girl heading straight to the hospital, Izuku having informed her he was okay once getting some injuries looked after; no details or anything shared about what went down, only that everyone is okay.
Everyone?
Oh.
Tenya was in Hosu, too…
So was Stain.
--
Free intentionally forgets mentioning her own whereabouts in a returned text, knowing it'd only cause the sweet-freckled boy to fret. She also doesn't account for Shoto Todoroki to be recovering too when casually strolling into the room sometime past 11:00 pm, donning a white coat and clipboard to blend in.
"Guess I should grab some extra sponges," she joked, sliding the door shut, all three boys quick to recognize the southern drawl and sitting up.
"F-FREE?!"
"Ya reckless, ya know that? The lot of ya," pretend nurse flicking on a lamp and nosily glancing over their charts, tsking. "I'm glad you're all alright… I know it's late, but I'd never sleep without know ya'll in one piece... mostly," apricot scanning the three males, bandages covering a few of their visible surfaces, but nothing life threatening.
"Y-you shouldn't have come! You're going to get in trouble being here at this time!" Izuku's mossy-greens wide at her lackluster attitude and lack of worry for herself.
"Stop stressing Freckles… ya think this is my first late night escapade," shuffling over to him and pulling on his hair teasingly. "I'll head out shortly, I just wanna give ya this," she says ducking in for a hug and holding him, Midoriya returning the embrace, even if his heart feels like it's going to explode from his chest any second from now.
"I'm sorry for worrying you, Free."
"Worrying comes with having a heart and people ya care about… I'll take it over and over again, as long as ya always come back to me."
"H-HAI!" Steam practically coming from the greenets' ears as she released him, moving towards Todoroki next.
"I hope ya know it goes without saying I feel that same way for you too, Shoto. I'm sure ya don't hear it often, but you, as yourself, are more than enough. Don't forget that," the Texan surprised when the heterochromic-haired male rises to hug her.
"I'll take care to remember," cyan and gray resting on the smiling face.
"Here I was thinking I'd have to force affection on ya like the rest, but as usual, you're a fast learner, Elsa."
"I'm not given much of a choice when it comes to you or Midoriya," he says, Free giggling at his quip and Izuku gaping in the background.
"Todoroki makes jokes!"
"Humor and affection all in one night; wow, we really influenced ya, huh?" Her tone teasing, ahead of turning to the quietest of the room now. "Tenya… I'm sorry."
The engine-legged teen's head snapping up from staring at his folded hands, "Hastings-san? Why? You have nothing to be sorry for!"
"I do, if ya just hear me out for a minute," already in the midst of sitting on an empty spot of his bed to the right and waiting for him to nod. "I've been so caught up in everything else going on around us, that I forgot my main reason in working towards becoming a hero; to help and save people from drowning in their darkness with whatever light I possess… I'm sorry for not realizing the extent of your suffering sooner."
"It's not yours, nor anyone else's responsibility," he claims, the girl snorting at his ridiculous words.
"It's a hero's responsibility, but more so a friends'," Free reaching for his hand and holding it gently. "I'm sorry for not being here when ya needed me. Is there anything I can do now?"
"Hastings—"
"—just Free, class rep."
"Free… I… have made a great many mistakes tonight."
"That's how ya learn best; through the rough shit," she mused, squeezing his fingers. "The main thing is, ya never went too far… if ya had succeeded in revenge, Stain would have won and all ya'd be left with is bitter emptiness."
"Is that something you know through experience?" Shoto openly curious, Izuku gawking at how easy it is for the dual-haired male to ask a personal question like that.
"Of course. All my wise and sagely words come from life lessons, like an old war veteran or thousand-year-old wizard," winking at the questioner.
"I'm afraid to face my brother and see disappointment," the navy-haired male admits; failing his family or dishonoring the Iida name great personal fears.
"The only thing you'll find is his relief that you're okay. I promise ya that, Turbo." Tenya unable to stop tears from escaping, the American's statement hitting home and being exactly what her friend needed to hear. "Now then, this nurse is ordering healing and rest," letting go of Iida's fingers to hug him, before standing up again. "I'll get going… no more looking for trouble, alright?"
"B-but Free—"
"—it's late and most of the trains only run every few hours at this time… will you going to be alright getting back to Shizuoka Prefecture?" The ice user voicing what crosses her neighbors' mind as well.
"I'll call if anything comes up, but I'm confident in my abilities to get home safely… ya aware America's crime rate is sitting at 27% currently, right?"
"R-Right! B-but… you're... uh... well..."
"A young pretty girl alone at night. The most targeted victim type for villains," Todoroki understanding what his freckled classmate is getting at, recently going over this stuff at his father's agency.
"I'm flattered, yet slightly insulted ya don't think I can handle a fifteen-minute walk to the station," shooting the boys a exasperated expression.
BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ.
Free's pocket vibrates from a call, a picture of her mother popping up on the screen, reading 'incoming video call', finger sliding it to answer. "Isn't it past your bedtime old lady?"
Elle Hastings glowering into the camera at her daughter, "like I'd be able to sleep with you out and about at this time."
"So, ya sitting around drinking too much coffee in wait for me, huh?" Shaking her maroon-head at the older women on screen.
"Maybe…"
"Ma—"
"—its better than energy drinks!"
"Caffeine nonetheless, ya stubborn mule."
"WHATEVER MOM!"
The younger Hastings open-mouthed at her mother's ridiculous act, "ya actin like a brat. My friends are hearing all of this, young lady."
"Speaking of, is Bunny, okay?"
Izuku instantly going pink at the nickname the two bestowed upon him. The male too afraid to say anything about how embarrassing it is, both Hastings intimidating in their own way.
"He's good, see," flipping the camera to zoom in on the greenet, who waves.
"Wait! There's another boy! Zoom out!"
"No way. If I introduce ya, you're gonna say something inappropriate."
"As if he hasn't heard anything terrible from your loud mouth," Elle rolling her eyes. "I'm glad you're okay Izuku! Same with whoever else my daughter is hiding from me… now get ya punkass home and let them rest. If ya not walking through our door by 4, I'll send out Toshi," finishing with a stern honey-brow stare of disobey or pay the consequences, call ending with a beep.
"Well, that's, that," tucking the device away again and grinning at her friends. "Between ya'll and my ma, there's nothing to worry about. Other then me not getting enough sleep tonight and likely paying for it in training later, but that's a punishment I'll take any day to see ya healthy faces," redhead peaking out of the room and scanning around empty halls, perfect. "Sweet dreams, boys!" Exiting without allowing either of them another word.
...
"Does she always talk to her mother like that?" Shoto glancing at Midoriya.
"It surprised me too, but they're very close," he says. "Both good at making you feel that way too… like you're apart of something truly wholesome in their presence."
"We should listen to the Hastings advice and rest," Tenya laying on his back and tucked in, eyeglasses already on the side table.
I want closeness like that with my mother, the half-hot-half-cold teen thought amid laying down, pondering the way his female friends face lit up when answering the phone. She was happy, yet there was something else mixed in too…
What was it?
--
Luckily, Free makes it home ahead of schedule, squeezing in a measly three hours of sleep before arriving at The Nighteye Agency in the morning, barely entering on time at 9 with a yawn.
"Late night, Free-chan?" Mirio's random popping through objects leaving her unfazed after the first two days.
"That obvious, huh?"
"If I say no, do I get brownie points from my Kouhai for being chill?"
"I'll even go as far as a gold star review," she winked while sipping a strongly sugared sip of coffee from her large travel mug.
"Perfect for Sir's golden boy," Bubblegirl throws in from the counter, both girls giggling at the 18-year-old who enjoys a good ribbing. "So why the late night, Free-chan?"
"A few of my classmates were involved in the Hosu villain uproar last night and ended up in the hospital."
"Oh no, are they alright?" Togata's big blues wide and concerned.
"They are, thank tha lord. I couldn't sleep till knowing 100%. Endeavor was there last night, so things were handled pretty fast considering," how many Nomus' there were and the amount of strength it took Uncle Might to beat just one, "he's unlikable, but comes through without fail as a hero."
"You're not an Endeavor fan?" The blonde sorting through reports from last night and filling them away.
"Is that a trick question," she hummed scanning over the board, then moving around to complete one of the morning tasks alongside the others.
"No tricks!"
"Not at all. Great hero, crap human being."
"Are we perhaps discussing Enji Todoroki?" Mirai appearing at the top of the spiral staircase, his brow raised at the three in his decent.
"Sir! How did you know?"
"'Like mother, like daughter,'" he mused crossing the room and picking up the folders the blue-sidekick slides over. "Speaking of," the bell above the entrance door ringing out.
"There she is! Say cheese Littlebug!"
Free twisting around to find her birther, a sigh of exhaustion leaving the teenagers full lips. "I'm too tired for this," she drawled, slowly blinking at the 40-year-old who snapped a couple pictures from beside Juzo Moashi.
"Whose fault is that, Buggerfly?"
"Why didn't ya take the train with me this morning if ya knew you'd be coming by?"
"Hun, I did take the train with ya. I got a great video of ya nodding off and drooling."
….
"Ya joking, right?"
"Ya won't know till ya wedding day, when I make a video of all your embarrassing pictures and such to some sappy song," Elle teasing her flesh and blood, ahead of crossing the room to the one person she has yet to meet. "You must be Mirio," honey-brown peering over then taller boy, "I'm Ell Hastings… Mirai holds ya in high regard, Kid. Free too."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Hastings-san! I feel very much the same about Sir and your daughter," shaking her hand. "Also, I'd love to help with that wedding video, I didn't realize they set a date, but this should be the opening segment," The 3rd year pulling out the drawing from the other day and holding it up, the redheaded women catching onto his joke and laughing.
"I can think of no better start, we should include all the others too," she agreed, snickering at her pink-faced spawn. "No one flusters ya more than Mirai, huh, Bug?"
Free turning away and continuing her task of watering the plants, "Sempai plans on carrying that drawing forever, huh?"
"Free-ever, haha," Togata lifting a hand for a high-five and the older Hastings coming through.
"I have tea prepared in the break room. Please join us when you're finished with the checklist," Sir's offer opened to his employees and intern, Elle and Mirai disappearing up the stairs and out of sight.
"Did ya pick her up at the station, Juzo-san?" 17-year-old asked in passing, water canister empty and in need of filling, prior to watering the remaining plants throughout the five-story building.
"Aa. Usually it's Sir, but he was stuck on the phone longer then expected." Centipeder responded, also in the midst of completing one of the assigned duties.
--
Of course, Free should have expected an ambush at tea time, Elle snitching her late-night excursion out to Sir Nighteye, who lectured the girl on the importance of following the rules, even if it means having to wait for visiting hours to check up on her friends at the hospital. Though, there was a few under breath comments about having pulled the exact same stunt when he was a sidekick, the girl immediately connecting that he'd do anything for Uncle Might, rule breaking included.
The rest of it is spent in good company, her mother sharing some younger stories of her ex-lover in his prime and of a younger Mirai, who could get a smile out of even the most serious of people when the time presented itself. Kaoruko, Juzo, Mirio and Free taking in every little detail, enamored by the two feeding off of each other in their tales.
I want a friendship like theirs... where I can't help smiling like that, bright-peach observing the two say goodbye late afternoon, hugging briefly and scheduled to meet another week from now. It's obvious love for Uncle Might is what brought them together, but their bond with one another is what kept them connected all these years.
"Let's be friends like that, Free-chan!" Mirio practically reading the girls thoughts and throwing an arm around her shoulders.
Texan tilting her head back to eye the taller teen, "I'd like that,' her smile worth a thousand words.
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On the second last day of internship week is when Free Hastings gets her first taste of true heroism, in form of a burning apartment building just after 7pm while on patrol.
Centipeder and Wildwing the first to arrive at the scene, an apparent gas leak the cause of the explosion, 10-story residence crackling in flame and destruction.
"Wildwing, we need to evacuate everyone within the area to a muster point 150 yards away minimum. Back up should be here shortly," the insect sidekicks' arms stretching out to pick up and a pull people away from the dangerous area faster.
"Yes, sir. How about that parking lot?" Motioning to the empty space well out of the line of fire, the Buglike man nodding.
Jogging over to the panicked crowd of civilians, Free lifts her hand in the air and shots off a burst of light, garnering numerous pairs of eyes, "I'm Wildwing and I'm here to help. Please follow me to safety," motioning them forward and guiding the group across the road, away from the chaos.
"PLEASE! My children are in there!" a hysterical cry coming from the wreckage, a women covered in ash and soot carrying a crying baby. "I couldn't get to them. Please, my twins. Please," Centipeder rushing over to help, "please, they're on the 8th floor, there! Save them!" The infant on her chest wailing as she grabbed Juzo in pleading, pointing at one of the fire doused windows.
With the majority of people safely crowded at the muster point, the American focuses her energy on morphing and covering herself in a chrysalis, Emperor Moth wings springing from her back as she dodges around people to stop beside Centipeder. "I can get up there, if ya need me to."
The centipede man contemplating their next move, back-up delayed somewhere and the window of opportunity closing. "We have no choice. We can't wait for help any longer, the smoke won't wait for anyone. Wildwing, you have permission to enter and get those kids out."
"Their names are Jin and Keiko, please find them!"
"8th level, 5th window, correct Miss?" Free waiting for the women's confirmation and taking off in a swish, wings propelling her upwards, straight to the specified apartment.
Once checking neither of the kids are by her forced entrance, she smashes through the burning glass with her armored forearm and tucking in tight to enter, wings scraping along the sharp edges and feet touching floor. Flames nick at her somewhat sheltered skin, heat fierce, but the smoke much worst. Her eyes watering and lungs burning in a matter of seconds.
Fuck.
"Jin! Keiko! I'm here to help," everything inside basked in orange and yellows, the wallpaper curling as it burned, thick smog filling every corner.
This is so much worst than any movie made it out to be, a hacking cough forcing its way past the teenagers lips.
Then another, yet this time it's from someone else.
The kids, Free dropping to her knees for better vision, barely catching sight of a small foot tucked behind the dinner table in the corner where Flames haven't touched.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm here to help. Your mom sent me," crawling along the tiling to where she finds a girl, no older than 4, and the brother unconscious beside her.
"Jin… he, ack, ack, w-won't wake up," small hands wrapped around the unmoving boys.
"It's okay… we'll get him to a Dr, alright?" Resting her hand on the small girl's head in comfort, morphing further to grow six bug-like limbs from her ribs and wrapping them around the boy, tucking him into her chest. "Now all I need from you Keiko, is to hug and hold onto my neck, okay? A big, big, big bear-hug."
"H-hai," shaky arms doing as told, the redhead getting to her feet with the extra load and shuffling back towards the window. The front door barricaded by a broken beam, explaining why the mother couldn't get to her children earlier.
However, in the midst of trekking forward to exit the way she came, creaking and shifting above draws the intern's attention, the trio barely dodging in time as another beam crashed down, its corner pegging the first-year student right on the temple, a hiss of pain escaping. Shit.
"Your hair!" the younger voice exclaimed; winged girl quick to put out her flaming maroon locks.
"Better that, than you, hun," wincing at the stinging cut, her left eye shut to keep blood from going inside, cocoon taking the brunt of it. If that had hit either of them instead…
Again, Free gathered her strength and pushed ahead, halting at the window and lifting a energy encased foot, kicking out a chunk of the wall, giving them more room to break out from. Cheers and whistles greeting the trio as they fluttered to the ground, medical personnel and Centipeder the first to approach them.
"He's got a pulse, but he's unconscious," the girl carefully releasing the little boy to the medics, another one taking Keiko from her.
"Wildwing, you need attention yourself," the centipede sidekick insisting she sit down, his arm reaching around to press a white cloth into the gash on her temple.
"Did help arrive? What if there's someone else inside?"
"Lemillion is checking, though I believe most made it out all together, a community effort."
"Sempai's got this," sunrise on the ambulance where Jin is.
"How do you feel? Should I get a ventilator for you?"
Free shaking her head, "I just want to know if the kids', okay?"
"Stay here. I'll be back," scaled-male proceeding to leave the student on her perch of an older bench to inquire on that, moth girl taking care of holding the material to her injury now.
Firetrucks arrive in another minute and water Quirk based workers setting to putting out the intense disaster. Lemillion soon exiting, immediately setting his eyes on the redhead and dashing over, "Wildwing!"
"Ya made it," she teased, "now I definitely know everyone got out safely."
Mirio's cheeks flushing for a swift second, sky-blues scanning the females unusually pale face, "let me see that," his large hand cupping hers to take over tending the wound, shifting the bloody fabric to see the severity. "You'll need stitches... and a haircut," he joked, a smile tugging at his Kouhai's mouth.
"There's a style I've always wanted to try, so now I can't chicken out anymore," feeling unnaturally warm as his large body hovered, brow furrowed in concern and care at her well-being.
"I can't wait to see! I'm sure you can pull off anything, Free-chan!"
Her response in form of a hum, Texan watching those on scene work together to solve and ensure the best outcome in a situation like this.
Centipeder returns with a paramedic and first aid kit in tow, "it appears that everyone is accounted for and healthy. Jin is alright, thanks to you, Wildwing."
"We're just lucky to have been here at the right time," teen waving off his remark as the medic switched places with her Sempai, asking a series of questions to ensure she doesn't have a concussion. Cocoon hardening to thank for that.
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Free is all stitched up and almost back to new twenty minutes later when a few reporters show up, avidly ducking behind her taller companions to avoid direct confrontation.
"Centipeder! We heard you were first on the scene with another hero, who's said to have gone into the burning building and rescued two children. Is that true?"
"Aa. Our intern, Wildwing, a hero-course student of U.A." His lengthy limb pulling the teenager out from hiding.
"Oh! You're Free Hastings from the sports festival!"
"That's me," lifting a peace sign up.
"So, you're going by Wildwing?"
"It'll be official when I pass my provincial licensing."
"That's a great name."
"Thank you," an easy smile falling on her lips when meeting Mirios' encouraging gaze.
"This is your first rescue, then? How does it feel, Wildwing?" Microphone held up in anticipation of the redhead's answer.
"Knowing that everyone is okay, it feels pretty awesome to have been apart of making that happen. It was a community effort, as Centipeder mentioned to me earlier," she says, shifting the attention away from her and motioning to her role models. "Plus, by the time I was in and out of there, LeMillion scoured the entire building for any other potential victims, luckily coming across no one."
The 18-year-old picking up on his friend's discomfort and jumping in, "I was relieved to hear it was a pet free building. Though I truly wonder how many cats and dogs I could carry at once?"
"Who knows, maybe one day ya'll find out," Free nudging him playfully, Togata grinning.
"Let's just hope it's not another fire, or they'll all need haircuts like you, Wildwing!" He winked, pulling on her charred hair, a round of laughter passing through the media and onlookers as anticipated.
"The Nighteye Agency seems to have some bright young heroes in the making! This isn't our first run in with Lemillion, and as usual, you don't disappoint in action or laughter," the reporter smoothly contributing, everything being filmed.
"Thank you! What better way to end a successful rescue, am I right?" His smile contagious. "Our next step is helping these good people figure out where to go from here," he suggests, Centipeder and Wildwing agreeing.
"Of course! Then we'll leave you to it! Thank you for your time," the crew of four bowing, the heroes doing the same.
"Anytime."
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It's nearing 10 p.m when the sidekicks and intern return to the agency, Nighteye and Bubble Girl waiting on the trio.
"You're back! Congrats on a great day!" Kaoruko cheered, not want to be sent to the feather machine again for a lack of enthusiasm.
"The real star is Free-chan!" Mirio praising the younger student, Centipeder nodding along.
"A well handled situation indeed."
"Your interview has been all over the local news… I'm proud of how you handled that part of it, Free," Mirai opening a bottle of sparkling juice and pouring five cups.
"Thank you, Sir."
"We're off the clock. You can call me what you use to, when you were little," handing her a drink, the teenager going pink at the teasing and spluttering.
"Here I was thinking ya forgot it, or would at least spare me the embarrassment," willing herself to turn invisible and retreat for the train station.
"Tell us! There's no withholding the information now!" The older teenager already knowing it's going to he priceless. Redhead sighing long and hard, proceeding to mutter the nickname under her breath, Mirio leaning in closer with a hand to his ear, "what was that?"
"Honeybun."
Juzo and Kaoruko joined in the 3rd year student's laughter, Free unable to stop the urge to so as well, an immense feeling of belonging and home settling on the American girl.
I'm exactly where I'm suppose to be…
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Internships soon come to an end, Free Hastings welcomed back at The Nighteye Agency when fully licensed and work studies take place, the girl quick to give a positive response, beyond relieved to have made a good impression.
Like herself, knowledge, experience and perspective were gained throughout the week for all 1.A students. Some even acquiring a new hairstyle due to unfortunate circumstances, specifically, the Maroonette, who now sports a half-buzzcut on the left, too burnt to recover, but the remainder of her skull still covered in dark red curls otherwise.
"FREEZY, YOUR HAIR! WHAT HAPPENED?!" Molten-gold on black, wide-eyed and focused on the American who enters the classroom ahead of her neighbor.
"Don't play with fire," is her response to the pretty pinkette, sunrise distracted by the ash-blonde who also donned a different hairstyle. "Awe, who's the new guy? He's cute," quick to join in on Eijiro and Hantas' teasing of Katsuki.
The explosive teen twisting to glare at the buggirl, whose in the midst of dropping her bag on the desk and removing her blazer as usual, "I'll kill you." His flattened and parted hair popping up to its regular spiky look, the trio laughing harder. "Like you're one to talk."
"Honestly, I'm just happy I didn't have to go fully buzzed," rubbing the fuzzy part of her head, Kyoka leaning across the aisle to do the same.
"Frankly, I think you pull it off Freeky. Most girls can't."
"Thanks, Kyokyo. Good work on the hostage situation by the way."
"It was mostly logistics and stuff. No fighting," bluenette shrugging and twirling her earjack around in habit.
"Still, I'm so jealous!" Mina admitted, sitting on the hearing hero's desk while playing with Tsuyu's hair.
Frog girl chiming in, "all we did was train and go on patrol… though there was just one time when we caught smugglers from a neighboring country."
The three girls blinking at her omission, "that's crazy."
"What about you, Ochaco? How was your week? Ribbit."
The usually sweet brunette in a state of utter zen, fierceness rolling off her, "it was very worthwhile."
"Ochaco's awakened, huh?" Asui mused out loud, Free nodding.
"I like it. I'm all for cute, but deadly chacochip pancakes!"
"She went to battle hero's place, right?" Jiro impressed by her change of personality too.
"Freezy, what really happened to your head? Was it really from playing with fire? Even the stitches?" Pinky raising a brow at the Texan in seriousness.
"She rescued some children from a burning building the other night," Mezo put forth, a number of heads turning to look at the redhead.
"What?!"
"The interview was on the local news," he adds when catching her gaze.
"How'd I look?"
"Good, considering the circumstances."
Free appreciating his honesty, "ya tha best Mez, yakknow that?"
"Aa."
"I found it!" Denki turning his phone around for those interested to see, butterfly girl using their distraction to shuffle towards Izuku, Tenya and Shoto, planting herself on the dual-haired males desk.
"The trouble magnets together again," she teased, the trio shooting her small smiles.
"Can you really call us that, as one yourself?" Shoto inquired smartly, redhead gasping dramatically.
"The nerve! After the lecture I received for making an effort to care," holding a hand over her heart in shock.
"Sir Nighteye found out? How?" Mossy-green on the seated girl.
"Satan herself visited him personally," confusion on her friends faces. "My mother." Iida gawking at the wording, while Todoroki and Midoriya shake their heads.
"The ones who changed and went through the most, were you three, right?" Kaminari voiced, his attention on the four now.
"Oh yeah! The Hero Killer!" Sero catching on from his position of being manhandled by Bakugo.
"I'm glad you guys made it out alive! Seriously," Kirishima also hanging by his blazer from the ash-blondes hand.
"I was worried," Momo softly said.
"I heard Endeavor saved you, right?" Sato asked.
"Yeah… he saved us," Shoto answering for the three.
"I saw on the news that the hero killer was connected to the League of Villains. Imagining someone that scary coming to USJ freaks me out." Ojiro disclosed.
Unfortunately, there's much scarier out there… Stain the least of our worries now that he's in police custody, sunrise swirling in thought.
"He is scary, but did you see the video, Ojiro?" Denki wondered.
"Video? You mean of the hero killer?" Tailed males' head tilted in question.
The electric teen nodding, "yeah. Seeing that, you can see how he's really single-minded and, like, tenacious. Doesn't it almost make you think he's cool?"
"Kaminari!" Izuku flabbergasted, his neighbor right there with him.
"Pikachu!"
Insensitive.
"Oh. Iida! I'm sorry!" Denki bowing his head and covering his mouth."No, it's fine. It's true that he was tenacious. I understand how people could think he's cool. But he chose to purge for his beliefs."
"So in hindsight, Stain is a sick bastard and class rep hopes no one else falls pray to such shitty circumstances," American summing up what he said in a lighter way on the way to her desk, changing the mood instantly. "Every day really is a learning experience here, huh?"
The acid user following with a smirk, "Freezy, who is Mr.Tall, blonde and fit? Is he a sidekick at The Nighteye Agency?"
"Lemillion and yes, he's actually a 3rd year here."
"You guys have some serious chemistry," pinkette wiggling her eyebrows, Kyoka shaking her head in the background.
"I have chemistry with everyone. It's my thing," peach winking at the bluenette, who snickered at Mina's love of love. "We have a professional relationship, where I get to admire his biceps as a co-worker and nothing else."
"Hastings, Ashido," Aizawa warning the pair amid shutting the door behind him, Mina swiftly crossing the room to get in her seat as last bell chimed. Gold narrowed in on orange in promise that this conversation isn't over yet.
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Hero Basics arrives after lunch, class 1.A all suited up for their favorite period, Free maneuvering through her fellow first-years to stand next to Katsuki, shooting him a grin when his eyes slide to her.
However, All Might drops down from the sky before she can get a word out, "okay, I am here! Anyway, we'll start now. Right. It's hero basic training!"
He's still so dorky when it comes to teaching… Ma would die to see this.
"Long time no see, boys and girls! How've you been?"
"Good, Sir! We missed ya!" American throwing him a bone, the man appreciating it.
"For this time's hero basic training, since you've all just gotten back from your internships, we'll have some fun with a rescue training race!"
Iida quick to raise a hand, "if we are doing rescue training, then shouldn't we do it at USJ?"
"That place is for training for disasters. Do you remember what I said? That's right! I said "race"!" Toshinori motioning to the training ground behind him. "This is field gamma," going on to explain that it's filled with an intricate labyrinth of factories and such. Groups of five to go through one at a time, racing to find him when he sends out a signal for help.
Bakugo singled out when told to keep damage at a minimum, "don't point at me!" The girl on his left turning away to laugh, thoughts of blowing off the rest of her hair on the teenage boys' mind.
"Maybe we'll be in the same group, huh, Stud? Been a while since we raced," her southern drawl enticing him, in both a good and bad way.
Katsuki refusing to admit to himself this past week without her was too damn quiet; redhead somehow more annoying when not around.
"Can't wait to kick ya ass again."
NEVERMIND, "You're going down, Red."
"I'd prefer if—" one of Mezo's arms covering the Texan's mouth, silver-haired male pretty confident her next words inappropriate.
"The first team is up, let's go watch," guiding Free away and towards the large screen.
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"He's hopping! Now he really is a bunny," maroonette giggling to herself and full fledge laughing when Izuku slips prior to winning, loosing to Sero due to his mistake. "So close!"
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As hoped for, Free and Katsuki do end up in the same group, along with Shoto, Momo and Tsuyu. The race ending with the winged girl as the winner, hard for anyone to beat someone who can easily fly past any obstacle. Especially with a set of Hawk Moth wings.
Though both Bakugo and Todoroki came very close, mere seconds actually. Free teasing them both, only the heterochromic-haired male good-natured about it, easily returning with a remark of his own on her clumsy landing he took notice of. Redhead dumbstruck and impressed at his quick wit, taking note of the fact he's done that to her twice today.
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Hero Class comes to an end a little over an hour later, the six girls in the midst of changing when Kyoka tells them to quiet down for a moment, her Earphone Jack plugging into the wall and expression dropping. The other Jack fast to slip into the small hole in the wall, a sharp cry ringing out, easily distinguishable as Mineta.
"How detestable," Momo shaking her head. "That will need to be filled in right away."
"That twerp is gonna have to be taught a lesson," Free finishing the buttons on her shirt and intending to be the one to put the pervert in his place.
It's one thing to say dirty things, another to follow through, making it harassment.
Minoru Mineta almost peeing his pants when exiting the boy's locker room next to the electric blonde, the grape-haired shorty unable to dodge the wild American, who grabs the him by the collar and pins him to the wall. "Listen up, pipsqueak. Ya can be a perve on ya own time all ya want, but the second ya make my girls, or any girl uncomfortable with it, I'll make ya pay. Understand?"
"O-OKAY! Don't hurt me Free-chan! No more peeping! I promise!" The small teen pleading.
"Good… break it and I'll have ta break ya, Twerp," her tone switching from deadly to sweet in tapping his cheek a few times and dropping him to the ground. "Glad we could come to an understanding," smiling innocently, ahead of moving on and returning to class.
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At the end of the day, Izuku informs his neighbor he'll be staying after school to meet up with her uncle to discuss something important, Free swift to pack up and race out the door to catch up to Katsuki. Who is always one of the first to leave, unlike the others who enjoy hanging around with their classmates and friends, rather than rushing home.
"Ya sure can speed stomp at a fast rate, huh?"
Bakugo sighing at her appearance, "what do you want, Brickhead?"
"To walk home together, duh," she says as if obvious. "For someone with such good grades, ya really are slow on the uptake when it comes to human interaction."
"Hah?!" Carmine meeting citrine, "for someone who got their ass beat by me, you're really fucking mouthy."
"I just like getting a rise outta ya. Means I'm doing something right," winking cheekily, earning an eye roll and huff from her companion. "Also wanted to see if ya'd be interested in going on a date first weekend of summer break?"
"You're a pain the ass."
"Taking that as a yes, then," smile on full lips. "Admit ya like it and I'll be quiet the rest of the journey," she bargained, wanting nothing more at the moment than to finally hear he feels something for her other than irritation.
"I rather listen to your nonsense than do something as stupid as that."
"Why's that?"
Katsuki giving her a blank look, "because then you'll never leave me alone."
"But if ya like it, why would ya want me to?"
Now at a lost for words, the ash-blond halts mid-step to overlook his freckled-face classmate, do I like it? She's fucking infuriating and constantly jabbering non-stop. Always with Deku and joking around with everyone else... it pisses me off.
Yet, her presence makes him forget the words on his tongue and palms sweat uncontrollably, stupid heart betraying him by picking up whenever her Pumpkin eyed focus is solely his.
Like now, bright-orange scanning him in curiosity, Free enjoying his inner conflict, usually the one on the opposing end, feelings for him all jumbled up most of the time. Truly, there is a fine line between love and hate, huh?
"Even if some tiny, almost none existent piece of me did… it wouldn't matter. I don't have time for anything else. You're more of nuisance than anything."
"Excuse me?" A maroon brow raised at him.
"You heard me, Pumpkin Face," ruby-reds resting on the female, who shakes her head in pity.
"All work and no fun will make ya miserable, Katsuki. What's the point in being the best if there's no one to celebrate that with?"
"I've got me, that's enough."
"Sounds lonely," she says, a multitude of emotions simmering within. "Give me a chance ta show ya how much better success is with friends."
"You're Japanese is shit as always and I can't understand half of what you say with that damn accent," Bakugo twisting away with a grumble and pocketing his hands. "I'm not interested. Get that through your thick skull."
Free sighing, "sureeee, I'm the thick one... anyway, here," pulling out his mother's Tupperware from her bag and slipping it in his hands. "See ya tomorrow," veering off to the right of the station in their arrival and pulling out her phone.
Might as well give him what he wants… for now.
However, tomorrow's a new day and I'm still not fully thwarted by his disinterest.
The redhead typing out a few messages with the goal in mind of spending every day after school training with a number of her classmates, rather than going home to do the regular gym session, Bo practice and studying. Needing and wanting to change it up since the Nighteye internship, her week enlightening the girl that improvement comes easier with help; working with others allows outside perspective and criticism, as well as more opportunities to learn something new.
To: Sugarplum: If you're free, let's meet up tomorrow to go over the material… maybe I can show you a few hand-to-hand moves while we're at it?
To: My coven: I say we get all the first-year girls together and start an official Working Women Wednesday, where we train a few hours after school together every week to improve. What do ya'll think?
To: Value Pick Menu: Thursday or Saturday training after school at Ground Beta? 2 on 2's? Whatever day works best with you guys. :)
Hopefully I can convince Firecracker to work with me once a week too. If only he'd hear me out, before shutting me down, Texan glancing at the topic of her thoughts from her seat on the train, the two on different ends of the trolley. He still hasn't given me his number either…
Tomorrow that'll change too.
Ding.
My Coven:
Bubblegum: YASSSS!
FrizzityFree: #girlPWR
Princess T: This would be beneficial to learning teamwork and combat.
Chacolatechip: I LOVE THIS! I CAN SHOW YOU GUYS SOME OF THE NEW MOVES I LEARNED!
Momojito: What a splendid idea. I have Kendo's number; I'll inform her of WWW! Should we set a time?
FrizzityFree: 4:30 at Ground Omega. We'll have time for a light snack after class ends and time to change.
Kyokyo: I'm in.
Free checking Wednesdays off her calendar, optimistic in filling the remaining days in the week. Tuesday with Hitoshi confirmed later on in the evening, the brainwasher also up for Saturday. Tetsutetsu and Mezo quick to confirm their availability for training too. Fridays already promised to her neighbor, the two intending to spend a couple hours working on endurance, prior to take-out with their moms'.
I'm saving Thursdays for ya, Stud, butterfly girl thinking to herself on the walk home, languidly trailing him in the midst, excited about the upcoming week.
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