Is it Really Ok to be a Hero? || Maxi

Fuckin' piece of shite of a morning, it had been nothing but the "swords" marathon and nothing else, really. The entire morning, he somehow managed to get not two, not three but actually FOUR opponents to spar with, all of whom were swordfighters! In a world with ever developing guns, it was borderline fucking stupid how there could be so many swordsmen!

Seriously, swords were supposed to have gotten outdated like, seven hundred years ago with the discovery of gunpowder. Their inexplicable return simply made no sense and, while quite cool visually, gets repetitive and quickly. Yes -- Maximillian himself confessed that he also used swords, but those were made out of his quirk, controlled with his quirk as a very good alternative to constantly create ice for crowd control. It wasn't like he was being some sort of dark and brooding hero who carried his honorable blade everywhere.

Stop. Breathe. It's over now and, while he was wearing nothing but his plain white T-Shirt and designer tracksuit pants, since his poor jacket was absolutely destroyed thanks to those fights, one after the other, it was all over now. He was relatively healthy, without any grave injuries and that was all that mattered.

A walk is in session, to get that stress off of the body.

Quietly prancing about the combat facilities, letting his cold breeze ease the overheating that some of the more tired practicioners would surely be feeling, Mr. Milkshakes not only felt, but saw a very familiar presence, one that he soon couldn't forget. Mostly because it was a girl with some huge curves and a pervert like him doesn't easily forget those, no sir. She did seem quite crestfallen though and, as per rules of a perverted gentleman, "there aren't curves big enough to mask a lady's frown".

If she wasn't happy or, at the very least neutral, how could he ever enjoy looking at her!? Right now, she was an eyesore and a heartsore, since he really can't stand to see anyone he likes sad. A quiet approach, letting his presence be known by the chill he brought with himself everywhere. Those caring, though naughty eyes stared at her low and sad violet ones. "Chise, love.. what's wrong? You look so sad." The suave british boy asked with genuine care and worry in his voice, almost reaching out to gently cup her cheek and raise her head. Almost being the keyword, since he averted himself from doing it, in fear that she'd reject his cold hand.

Maximillian's face didn't show any emotion for a second, as he looked down at Chise with absolute, miserable pity over her so many little details about so many things about her right now. They were so long he'd need a list and, instead of saying it out loud, he'd first outline all of them internally, while trying to find the proper words to go against what she had just told him.

First of all, she was an awful liar when it came to her emotional state. Saying that everything was alright and that there was nothing to worry about while looking like the depressed guy whose dog was just killed by a truck didn't really convince him in the slightest. If anything, it just solidified his assumption that something was wrong, since it now meant that the something he suspected was so bad that it was bad enough to garner silence from her, an unwillingness to tell him just what was wrong with fear of being judged? Laughed at, dismissed? What could she possibly fear about revealing the truth to him, one would ask. He didn't know at all, he never understood the issue that some people had with telling others about their problems. Maybe if their problems was with the person asking, then maybe..

Though he didn't think it was about him at all. No, this was something specific to her probably and he wasn't just about to leave without getting to the bottom of it, lest he completely ignore his loving, warm and friendly nature towards most people, specially with people that he liked to be around, that he enjoyed. Chise striked him as the big, curvy beauty of a redhead with the most innocent, loving personality he had seen in a very long time. "Pure wholesomeness" was an amazing expression to describe what he thought of Chise so, to see her looking so sad, with a smile as fake as his self-confidence, it simply wrecked his heart.

Sitting down besides her and sighing, he lifted his right hand and gently pat her head, even using surprisingly skilled fingers to brush her puffy, curly hair a little, the cold tips of his fingers sometimes hitting her scalp, giving a nice little chill to help her calm down. "You're bad a liar as I am a flirt. Please tell me, what's wrong? I don't judge." Maximillian assured in an effort to comfort her, his tanned head turning to face her, his usually sharp, strong eyes doing their best to just remain serene and warm, loving as to lull her into a sense of security where she'd finally unload her problems on him.

Huh? She didn't like to be pet? Blasphemy, everyone liked to be pet. Ah whatever, it was alright, there were much more important things to listen to and care about than the fact that someone doesn't like to be pet.

Yes, Chise was talking about thefact that her quirk was not the best for combat, she was plassed in the support studies, though even the students in the support studies have indeed grown stronger. She however, apparently, wasn't improving on the fighting department and thanks to this, she felt like she was dragging behind, left in the dust as she said.

Well, he couldn't relate to that, now could he? His quirk is, to say it mildly, fucking amazing. Some people might say it isn't as good as a lot of other quirks out there but, to him, his quirk was just perfect for him, it let him be creative, smart while still having more than enough firepower to blast through and punch down everything and anything in his way. Thanks to this, one would think he never had problems like what Chise was suffering, though that wasn't the case.

His mind kept bubbling with thoughts and words he wanted to say though didn't know how to say them. Eventually, he dropped all pretenses, let his hands sit quietly on the ground as he spoke.

"Can't relate to that, y'know? My quirk has always been amazing. The more time I spend here, the stronger and more amazing it gets. I'm one of the strongest in my class and, if I keep improving at this rate, I'll get a real big shot for the top five in the entire school.

They were fundamentally different on so many levels, it was an undeniable truth. Maximillian was very much aware of the disparity between their quirks and the treatment that they got from the school. On an emotional level, he envied the amount of freedom and lack of surveilance and expectations that she was put under, though he rationally understood how this could affect some people, her seemingly included. She had a fervent dream of being a hero as much as she did, though she needed more help and better guidance to really make herself work. Gifted people like him really only had to gain power and learn some basic things about being a hero and he would be on his merry way.

He put himself in that headspace. Of one where he daydreamed, even if for a minute, that his quirk wasn't as versatile as it was and, instead, was one that could only make his arms colder, for example, changing nothing else about his personality. A nightmare of a school life was all that awaited him, of trying to catch up to beasts like Rin, Jasmine, Darren, Yumi, Tetsuko, even some novice though talented guys like Eli. Inevitably, he'd only fit in with the support class thanks to his quirk being very weak for combat, which would deprive him of the proper support he needed to really make it work.

Meanwhile, during the time where he'd be struggling to make meets end with his dream of being a hero, having to take action by your own hands to make sure you don't drag behind too much, people with natural talent for this, be it quirk, personality, fighting capability or even all of the above got everything given to them: support, equipment, teachers, exercises. It felt unfair, it felt infuriating and he himself was part of the group who got all those privileges.

If it got him that worked up, one could only imagine how bad it'd be for Chise.

Sighing a little, he felt the immense urge to just hug her and say that he was sorry for not understanding, hell, he even got slightly closer and opened his arms even if for a second, soon backing away, noticeably apprehensive about it. She had rejected proximity once before already, he'd just be pushy if he tried again. Instead, words would have to do.

"I can.. understand this. I had never given it much thought, though I can only imagine how frustrating it must be that the people who are natural at heroism getting so much support and help that people like me feel overwhelmed and stuck, with no freedoms given to me, while others that have a dream as fervent or even stronger than mine that actually need help and guidance to make.. well, ends meet, _{no offense}, are simply left on a support class with barely no help.

Maximillian would never understand, that was the point. No matter what sort of life and situations he had gone through during his entire life, he would never truly "understand" other's pain. There's the thing. People react and deal with problems and situations differently so much so that, even if they were to have a similar reaction, the emotions, the pain and the joy would be relatively, if not vastly different from each other. What could he ever tell Chise that would cheer her up?

Specially now that she confessed that she didn't want to be a hero anymore because of the fact that her quirk simply wasn't made for battle, that she was weak and underwhelming. What good a hero could she be when all she had were her own two hands, she asked. If a school focused on academics, where would she go? How should she feel about this entire situation that her parents put her in, how should she react? Damnit, she really did have quite the load on her shoulders, though a lot of it he found ridiculous.

"So many questions and the answers are all so easy..~"

This was it now, this was it for Maximillian Tychus fucking Kane. After revealing everything to her in an immensely corny speech about the ideals deep within his heart, she had grown completely silent for what felt like twelve eternities and a half, all of those spent thinking about how she could reply without mocking or laughing at him, how best could she just simply tell him off for something so corny without hurting his pride or feelings -- he assumed, at least. What really was the other option? There was the option where she actually was touched by his speech and was just left speechless herself, though that was impossible.

A slight tightening from his hands on his arms, quietly bringing his knees even closer to his own chest, a position that allowed him to be comfortable and hide his face should the need arise, should she actually start laughing or pitying him with shame. Those quiet, golden eyes of his quietly stared at Chise's own, waiting for whatever was to come next and, instead, all it got was tears. Tears from her, not from him.

An ever so gentle twitch of his eyes made them open up a bit more, his irises thinned a little bit, mostly unnoticeable though enough to show that he was surprised with her reaction.

"Thank you."

Thank you? She was thanking him for tha-- oh my god she's one of those that are actually affected by corny speeches, that's actually adorable and ever so slightly sad. Had no one ever taught her the basic principle of heroism, one that appears in every single anime of the shonen genre that even REMOTELY mentions heroes EVER!? Maybe not, she did seem like an adorable, coddled and homely girl, one that wouldn't be a filthy weeb like him. Truly adorable.

And without any more thoughts in it, seeing just a girl who had finally gotten answers to so many doubts in her life and was now crying of what he hoped was joy, Maximillian gave a girl that wasn't his mom the first wholesome, nonsexual and non-perverted hug in his life. Instead, he embraced Chise tight against himself, letting her face push itself against his cold chest, his hands firmly on her back while he smile and just let them stay like that, his eyes quietly staring ahead.

"...always welcome."