Summary: Their lives should have run parallel to one another, running adjacent and never to meet. Anyone of a practical mindset would have known that. And thats who Kokoro was...practical. For most of her life she had followed the guidelines to succeed and maintain a comfortable lifestyle. With her family and friends, and a meaningful career she couldn't ask for more.

That was until she met him. Someone spontaneous who acted without any restraints. He doesn't just through a wrench into her life, but whole a bulldozer. And that comfortable bubble she had for herself suddenly seems so suffocating. She can't go back, but how can she keep up with the man thats too fast? At least with her competitive streak, Kokoro isn't afraid to try.

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Prologue

The ground shook with hundreds of dancing feet. Neon lights swayed over the crowd, shining over gyrating bodies. Pulsing music guided their movements. Most of the crowd gathered in front of the stage, with a few dozen hanging around the bar.

Kokoro perched herself at the bar, which allowed her the best view of the band. Even if she elbowed her way through the crowd, she'd never be able to see the band. Thanks to her short stature it was a guarantee someone would block her view. And she didn't want to miss a minute of Katsumi's performance. Every other month or so, her friend would successfully drag Kokoro to one of her gigs. Venues like the bustling club didn't agree with Kokoro. Between the music and the crowd it was sensory overload. But for Katsumi, she could endure it every so often.

Katsumi sat center stage, her band mates flanking her. They made up the group, Trix—Katsumi on drums, a man on bass, and a female providing vocals. Katsumi's hair whirled around her head as she slammed her drumsticks down. Maybe Kokoro was biased, but her friend was the star attraction of the group. She was a powerhouse, and passion radiated through the beats she produced as she hurled her body in stride.

"Hey!" Someone screamed in her ear, overpowering the band's music. Whoever this person was clearly had been trying to get her attention for sometime judging by the frustration in his tone.

"Can I help you?"

The man grinned, "You could start by telling me your name"

Kokoro forced her expression to remain neutral. The awkwardness in her wanted to create a nervous smile, but she didn't want to reinforce his interest.

"No thank you"

His hand gripped her denim-clad thigh…hard. His annoyed expression didn't match his friendly tone, "I'm just asking for your name, princess"

Like this man would actually just settle for her name. Kokoro decided to concede, "It's Miyuki". There was no way she'd tell him her real name.

He smiled, "Was that so hard? My names Yuu. Now that we've gotten to know each other how bout I buy you a drink"

Kokoro resisted the urge to roll her eyes. It would have been too easy to provoke him and the result would be disastrous. If on Katsumi were with her, this creep wouldn't stand a chance. He'd be gone by now. Since Katsumi wasn't an option, she'd have to figure a way out by herself.

Kokoro didn't have to think too hard. A fake smile spread across her face, "Actually I think I'd rather a dance".

Her reply earned a smug grin. Before he could say anything else she took his hand. Kokoro guided him to the roaring dance mob. They slipped through grinding bodies, a feat that was becoming more difficult as they neared the center. With Kokoro's petite figure, she had an easy time slipping through the crowd. Her bulky friend, wasn't so lucky. The hold he had on her became strained as he attempted to cross the horde. And it was just like that 'unfortunately' they separated.

Kokoro ducked her head she passed people, conscious that her hair would make her standout. Quirks often bore such unique traits, but even in a room full of quirk wielders blue hair stood out. She made her way to the edge of the crowd. A velvet curtain lined the wall, concealing the balcony on the other side. Katsumi often snuck her out there during her smoke breaks. Now it would be the perfect place to lay low while she waited for her friend. The balcony spanned close to a block, shielded by an overhead to protect visitors from weather. Various, mismatched furniture had been strewn about. With the recent cold weather none of the employees anticipated someone venturing out there.

The wind nipped at Kokoro's bare shoulders. Twenty minutes. She told herself. She just needed to wait twenty minutes for Katsumi to finish her set, then they'd meet up for a bite to eat. And Kokoro would have fulfilled her monthly quota for visiting her friends gigs. Not that she didn't love seeing her friend perform. Crowds just weren't her thing.

Several pillars scattered along the balcony to support the overhead. Kokoro leaned against one while watching the skyline. Fluorescent lights scattered across the sky. On a cloudy night such as this, they made up for the absent stars. Kokoro spent a few minutes looking on before diverting her attention to her phone.

Katsumi would kill her for looking at her emails on a night out. Which is why she took advantage of her friend's absence to do so. Kokoro was very conscious of being a workaholic. She was actually proud of the fact. She was wholeheartedly devoted to her work and loved every second of it. Something very few lawyers were able to agree with. She browsed her emails, her eyes skimmed over various correspondents and shot a few of them a reply. Once she was content with her emails she opened up a social media app to browse. By now there was only ten minutes before Katsumi's set would end. Kokoro would connect with her friend, they'd grab a bite, before parting ways. All in all a successful night out.

That was before a crash was heard behind her. Kokoro dimmed the light on her phone, not wanting it to give away her position. She peaked around the pillar, and to her horror it was the guy from before. He was rifling through the furniture and cursing to himself. The distance between them was growing smaller by the second. Kokoro inched her way around the pillar to avoid his line of sight. She'd have to sprint to the exit to escape. Running around in heels was a daily occurrence, but was it enough to outrun this man?

Before she found the courage to make her escape, a hand pushed her back against the pillar. Kokoro had kept her eyes on the man, and he was still wrestling with furniture. This was someone else. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. She was paralyzed.

Familiar eyes stared back at her. A motion drew her attention to his mouth. His movement encouraged her to stay quiet. And in a whisper, "Let me help you"

A string of curses brought her attention back to the man behind them. Kokoro tried to look, but something blocked her view. A dark mass surrounded them, a shielded them. Hands wrapped around her forearms and pulled her in close. Any attempt she made to be quiet was undone by the shriek that left her mouth. His breath was hot on her neck.

Stomping feet made their way close, "Whaa- the hell!?"

Her hands gripped the stranger around her, as she feared what would become of this confrontation. She found reassurance in the tight hold of the man before her, despite him being a stranger too. Maybe it was the warmth of his touch, or the intoxicating masculine scent he exuded. His being comforted her, and made her yearn to remain in his grip.

He pulled away from her slightly to stare the creep down. His voice was strong and deep and a sense of calm crawled over her. "It's alright, I got this."

"Hey man, we came out here to be alone. Think you could give us some privacy?"

A disgruntled 'sorry' was all he said before he left. Kokoro didn't dare move an inch before she heard the door slam shut. The sound of colliding metal had never been so alluring. Her body sagged against the pillar.

She looked to her savior to express her gratitude. But he was gone. Where he once stood was now empty. All that remained was a handful of feathers. Bright crimson feathers.

Realization hit her first.

Then doubt..

There was no way one of the top hero's would have bothered with her situation.

Right?