Breaking Point [Mia]

Mia was on her way to the military base herself. The officer she had a beef with their had apparently set up another trial for her skill, and sent her a text inviting her to the base once more. Another chance to prove to those fuckwads that no matter how much they threw at her, a true, trained quirk user could beat them all to kingdom come? Yeah she was not passing that up. It had been a great experience too, letting her fuel her ego by the cheers of a mostly quirk user filled crowd given why the military had opened it’s doors, and reminding them all they were so much greater then they may have given themselves credit for. She rested her face in her hand, chuckling to herself as she recalled the one kid in the audience who had a quirk that put out male attracting pheromones. Poor boy was straight but she still managed to spin that. How useful could the enemy be with a boner between their legs? Not to mention the psychological fuckery of them questioning their sexuality mid-fight. Ah no matter what Mia could say that was probably the part she loved most about being a hero, reminding kids that their quirks were so…amazing, and great, in this shit soaked world that made them feel like crap for being born with such unique gifts.

“Ah s’gonna be a good day…”

Rolling her shoulders back as she passed by an alleyway she was planning to cut through as a shortcut, she dipped back as a bunch of runts (compared to herself) ran out with various screams, some actually fearful while some seeped more with disdain and anger, calling something in the alley they’d fled from a monster. A freak. A demon. Hmph. Where’d she heard that last one before? She had no idea if any of them had a quirk but she could guess solely from their reaction that they didn’t, and naturally her eyes turned to the alleyway, catching one of the fleeing runts by their hoodie, who instantly squealed as she hoisted them off their feet.

“Clench your ass and pull back from soiling yourself for 10 seconds. The hell you kids running from?”

He whimpered and kicked for a moment, but Mia’s eyes only narrowed, feeling it like the kicks of a toddler throwing a tantrum and letting out a deep sigh, half tempted to hook his jacket onto a nearby lamppost and let him get himself down if he didn’t calm down and co-operate. Eventually he managed to hastily get out what he’d seen, someone freezing the air around them and throwing daggers at them. Huh. Now that was certainly sounding like a strong quirk. Maybe some vigilante who was tired of taking shit? When it came to quirkers, unless she caught them in an act Mia preferred to give them some benefit of the doubt, so dropping the punk and letting him run on his way, the Oni ventured into the dim alleyway with her eyes peeled.

She took a few steps, noticing the sheer frosty blue and white shades along the ground where it had been frozen, a crunch under her foot as her boot stepped through an icicle that had already begun to melt. This kid was down low and clearly distraught, and while it certainly wasn’t her usual manner, she tried to be tactful, lowering her imposing stance a little, but subtly tensing her muscles just incase, going from her soft yet tight physique to something just a fraction more bulky, her red eyes likely shimmering a little in the dark shadows of the alleyway as she crept closer, trying not to seem too imposing as she got up close to the quirk using kid.

“Hey frosted tips. You okay?” She smirked a little, telling herself off internally for the joke about his hairstyle mixed with his quirk, but shaking off the thought and taking a slow, somewhat chilly breath as she tried to move closer, the floor under her fully frozen where she now stood. “You gonna tell me why I just saw a couple dumb kids running outta here?” Mia…certainly wasn’t tactful in her word choices. More brawn than brain for certain, but she was trying her, and for her that meant something given her usual approach to such matters. Such an approach being to punch first, punch second, punch third, and let the police ask the questions in her place at the very end. Still, a bulky horned figure, crouched low, sharp red eyes and a furrowed brow that could be anything from curiosity to anger with the sharper features of her face, it wasn’t too nice a view to have after such a distraught moment.


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Mia staggered back and rose to her full height as the other quirk user suddenly rushed into him and hugged himself around her body. Completely thrown off by the motion she wondered briefly if he knew who she was, or on the opposite side, just really needed a hug, but either way while her gut instinct was to shove him off, the hands she’d raised out of the way clenched into fists as she just made herself shut up and bare it. She wasn’t good with this stuff, but she could at least try to be, trying not to be too tense but clearly not one hundred percent comfortable all the same. She let out a slow breath and gently pat the tuft of hair on the top of his head, eyes tracing down to him and meeting his gaze as he slowly realized the reality of the situation he was in, her eyes drifting off to the side. She didn’t know how she could support someone so distraught. She wanted to use her usual bravado, her usual energy, but it felt…diminishing. Wrong. In the face of someone so clearly upset.

Though, when he asked if she was hear to kill him…she growled. She couldn’t help it. The reaction was too instinctual, and with just a very light tug, enough to faintly sting, she tugged his head back and pointed a thumb to the big red horn protruding from her forehead that’d now be directly in his line of sight, her sharp maw holding an almost grimace, borderline taking offence to the question as she directed his attention to a clear answer to his question. “Kid you take one good long look at this thing and you tell me if I’m gonna kill you for frosting up my favourite shortcut.”

Still, she knew this was the wrong approach and let out a heavy sigh, her breath fogging against the chill in the air, though she was genuinely more tense beyond her control, her fingers running down through his hair a little more firmly than would allow it to be serving, her eyes weak as she just glared off into the distance…she hated seeing people feel defeated because of how the world treated them for having a quirk, but when someone was this upset it just…wasn’t her area.

She glanced back down to him, not sure if he was still bothering to hug her or not, but giving a semi tired look as she tried to offer. “look I’m…I’m in no rush to be anywhere. You need someone to walk ya home or…got someone you can call…?” Yeah Mia, very Heroic approach to a crying civilian. Try and pawn them off on someone else. Fuck red horn you really needed to work on your people skills if you were ever gonna replace snooty Sachi in the number one spot.

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She did wince a bit in a weird way as he revealed his shimmering golden eyes to her, her own faintly luminescent red dagger staring back down into his currently soft gold eyes, like a bloodhound looking into the puppy eyes of a pup fresh from the litter. She couldn’t remain entirely unbending infront of such soft eyes, and let out a harsh sigh as she admitted to herself she was just not equipped to handle this, running her hand through her messy golden mane and frowning a little at her own ineptitude in this situation. Of course the kid was smiling soon enough, but the reason for his smiles didn’t make her feel any better, growling a little as he started to talk and more than a little surprised by the fact he just hugged her tighter. A more defeated sigh left her lips this time, and he tugged in his head, accidentally tucking it under her chin as she very roughly ruffled his hair with her rather rough palm.

“Okay kid, get this straight. I’m not gonna kill you, but I totally can, and you clinging to me ain’t making that a less tempting option okay? You teasing me about it is doing jack too.” Of course she knew not to shove him away even now and let him have his fill of human contact, giving his hair one last ruffle when he pulled away, the tight hug not having phased her physically, just not something she was equipped to deal with in any way mentally. Seeing a smile on his face did help though, even if she had to question the fact he carried a napkin…was he just prone to tears or colds? Whichever it was Mia wasn’t sure which one seemed more pathetic, what with him potentially wiping his eyes with a snot napkin.

“Yeah well s’what a hero does…even if they do it poorly.” Resting her hands on her hips she looked him over, just briefly checking if those punks had left any clear wounds on him and pretty satisfied that they hadn’t, her sigh flowing through her nose this time as her breathing finally started to ease and her expression, while still somewhat tight, kinda softened. “Don’t mention it okay? Seriously, its literally part of my job description to spread smiles and crap.”

As he introduced himself, she smirked a little and truly started to ease up. “Heh, UA huh? Seem to run into a lot of you kids lately. Guess their class sizes must be huge, either that or the world’s getting smaller.” She slammed a proud fist at her upper chest as she introduced herself with a bright grin. “Name’s Mia Kearney, but most call me Red Horn. Pro hero from America. Used to be known as the Demon of Dallas in my vigilante days, but Red Horn seems to have caught on a bit better here.~” Partially because she had to choose her Japanese hero name when she could only speak very little of the language, but ho hum, it had ended up catching on pretty well all the same.

“I was just on my way to the military base myself but…” She scratched her cheek with a weak smile. “Wanna grab some breakfast with me first? Maybe not the best time to be stepping into a nest of alpha males and quirkest old soldiers when your eyes are stained red from tears, ya know?” Of course the offer could have been somewhat insulting, but she was trying to look out for him.

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Mia’s brow…flickered, would be the best way to describe it, as Maxi said he didn’t know who she was. While she could admit that she wasn’t the most popular of heroes yet despite the fact she’d certainly been trying to put her name out there, the way his words came out and the tone she read in them came across as an almost low blow to the ego fuelled heroine, her fist tightening as she lifted it above his head, just about to bonk it down in a light bop that, even with her strength, was just comparable to a parent gently bopping their child. Luckily, his next words came before she managed to bring her fist down, her eyes narrowing a lot as her sharp red gaze looked him over, wondering if he was just covering his own ass but deciding to take his words at face value. Even if he was in UA, that didn’t mean he had to be a fan of the current heroes…it was suspicious that he wasn’t, but maybe he had more personal reasons to be there rather than being inspired by heroes and vigilantes that already existed. Her closed fist opened up and turned, ruffling the puffy tuft of hair on the top of his head instead, her eyes still narrow, but easing up from the woman who was just about to bop him.

“Nice save there kiddo.”

Drawing her lightly clawed hand out of his hair, Mia let out a long breath that fogged the air around them, her muscles visibly deflating down to something far more feminine. Still certainly a little tight but softer at a first glance, her shirt sleeves no longer pinching into her biceps for starters. It was only now that she fully recognized the chill in the air, having thought things were just residually chilly from the frost on the ground, but heat travelled up, so her breath shouldn’t be foggy if the frost was on the ground…she dipped her eyes to Maxi, wondering if the chill she felt was still coming from him, and smirked a little. She blew again, this time roaring like a dragon with her hands crossed over her chest, her head dipping and weaving like a dragon might as she roared the fog out, snickering at herself. “This your doin’? Pretty cool little quirk if it is…no pun intended.~” she winked playfully so it wasn’t too clear if she was joking or not, but gestured for him to follow along all the same, starting to guide him out of the alleyway only to hear a crack behind her, looking back as he separated the frost and cracked it up with a motion of his hands, whistling softly at the sight of it. “Damn son. Cool breeze, frost makin’, AND you can control your icey shit after you make it? Boy you better not graduate or I might be out of a job sooner than I know it with someone like you on the scene.”

As the two of them did get moving however, she shook her head to something he’d said earlier and lifted her finger. “Kid as much as I love a free meal, unless you got rich ass parents your gonna regret making me that offer. I’ll let you see what I’m ordering, THEN you can decide if you still wanna treat me…actually…” Walking out onto the street she needed a second to remember where she was, not too used to Japans streats yet but generally able to place herself once she recognized a store or two, gesturing for Maxi to follow without a word till they came to a quirky little buffet resteraunt that had a British cup of tea shape to it’s sign. “One of my favorite places to fuel up. I can order whatever I like and ya can still pay!” She slapped his back and pretty much forced him in ahead of her with the encouraging motion, following in behind him and rubbing her hands together eagerly. At this time of day they were serving a buffet of a full English breakfast. Sausages, bacon, black pudding, scrambled eggs. She was practically drooling at the mountains of warm food she could pick from.

“Okay, the rules here are you can only fill your plate once, and you pay for the plate size. I’m getting a big one, is about a thousand yen (under ten dollars) still wanna treat me?~”She leaned over and playfully nudged him with her elbow, definitely going to get her breakfast either way but still getting to tease him about his blind offer, especially since he shoulda known by her size she could eat.


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Mia rolled her eyes as he played oblivious to the save, the tone he was using, in her opinion, being the nail in the coffin. Little shit knew what he’d almost did, and you did not insult the hero who just stopped you crying like that, at least not a hero with the ego of Red horn. Saying you didn’t know her when her life since coming to Japan had been trying to top that bitch Darkshine at the top of the leaderboards…yeah, even knowing he just wasn’t into heroes all that much, it still weirdly stung. She’d been all over the place and the only thing she hadn’t succumbed to was doing brand deals, though she admittedly hadn’t gotten as many lucrative offers as she might have hoped. Maybe she needed to work on spreading herself more, afterall if Maxi, a student of a hero course didn’t recognize her, and the ad deals she was getting were all so piss poor, maybe she wasn’t actually as popular as she thought…damn, she best not actually think about that or she may end up bumming herself out before she could enjoy the tasty breakfast she had planned. Her eyes shifted to Maxi as he offered a nice distraction by talking about his quirk, smirking as he started with a cheeky, purposeful puff out of her nose to create some more condensed vapor from the chill in the air.

“A mutation huh? Gotta make sure I keep an extra close eye on you then while you’re at UA.” She lifted her hand. Like many people in shows or cartoons might brush their nose against their thumb, Mia did the same only her thumb brushed along the length of her horn, holding a strong grin as she looked down at Maxi, folding her arms and flexing a bit to emphasize her point. “We’re one in the same classification wise, I mean you’re more one of those pseudo emitters, but you’re still a mutation quirk, so don’t go lettin’ the side down now yeah? I wanna make sure the side gets some good representation in that place.” She gave him a light, playful jab in the shoulder, that may have left a very faint bruise on anyone who hadn’t been training their body on something like a hero course. As Maxi went on to further explain his quirk on a more fundamental level, she snickered a little. It was certainly a fun way of putting it, from his blue hair, the odd shimmer to his eyes, the constant chill he gave off and the way he controlled ice so easily…ah damn he really did have that down didn’t he.

“Well if you’re the embodiement of Ice, I’m gonna start thinking of myself assss…” She tipped her ehad, taking a moment to think of the right words. “The embodiement of fighting spirit! I’d say rage, cause I do get a lot of it, but I only like to channel it into a good fight. I know it ain’t very heroic but its why I initially became a vigilante back in America.” She clenched her fist tight and seemed to take more pride in not in the selfish reasons for her initially becoming a hero, and learning what it meant to be one from her old mentor back in Texas. “I loved a good fight, but with how strong I was I needed someone to challenge me, someone willing to use their quirk. Criminals seemed like the easiest bet ya know? They were already unlawful enough to use their quirks, and I learned how good it feels to save people and make them smile along the way….aaaand maaaybe I get an ego boost out of it, but no good deed is wholly unselfish yeah?”

She had no shame in that last saying. She believed it. No matter how good, if you really got to the core of it, there would always be a selfish reason for any good act, but to her, that didn’t make it any less good. A hero may save hundreds of people at risk to themselves, but that’s cause deep down it’d kill them if they didn’t, and that was the selfish part of a good deed.

Still, no need to get philosophical, she maintained her grin all the way to it increasing as Maxi said he was okay paying. She wondered for a moment why he said he was getting two plates, but it seemed to mostly be to diversify his choices. Mia snickered and shot her eyes off to the side. The biggest plates were bigger than the average household dinner plate, but the rule was everything you ate just had to fit on the plate, so Mia knew how to play the game, and as such, scoffed playfully when Maxi walked off with his choices.

“Peh, amateur.~”

Grabbing her own big plate, Mia made sure she had her palm flat under the base of it with a thumb hooking around the edge, licking her lips as she went around the heated trays of food with a spatula she’d stolen from just the first tray. She started with the greasier items at the bottom, laying down a few black puddings, scrambled eggs since they could easily spill, a few runny eggs atop the scrambled and then some sausages from a juicier, spicier brand. Then came some layers of bacon and the less greasy sausages. She balanced several pieces of toast around the edge, and avoided the mushroom, tomatoes, and baked beans, not particularly a fan. Finally she layered on about 10 hashbrowns on the top of this little mountain, able to balance the plate easily with her strength and venturing over to the table Maxi found, still able to see him over her mountain, but she had easily managed to balance the worth of 6 plates onto a single plate, grinning nice and wide.

“Gotta play the system kid.” And with that, she held two forks in her hand, widening the surface area as she slammed it into her mountain, withdrawing 2 hashbrowns and a 3 sausages on the double fork combo, starting to chow down on the mountain without a shred of fear at the size of her food filling her, even with the buffet enforcing a fine if you wasted too much food.


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“HHAHA!” Mia let out a hearty laugh as Maxi actually fucking saluted her. In truth she didn’t know if pseudo emitter was a scientific term or not, but she’d heard it from some other quirkers she hung out with and some places online. To her it was slang but it very well could be scientific. Still, with his declaration he’d do a good job representing the side, she gave him another hearty slap on the opposite shoulder to her, squeezing it nice and strong but not enough to hurt even with her muscles, just acting as a reassuring motion, heck she even tugged him into her side a little by his shoulder and ruffled his hair. He had a good bit of energy to him in his response, and just the right amount of silliness. How could she not appreciate that? “You better mate, don’t forget you got me on the outside once you graduate. Better rep us well or you’re gonna learn how painful an Oni gifted wedgie can me.” She then smirked and added with a little whisper. “And yes, to be clear, I am not gonna even be slightly above giving an adult a wedgie once you get out of that school.~”

She was clearly joking, at least to her it was clear.

Sharing some enjoyment on the fact they both liked a good fight, Mia chuckled a little and rolled her shoulder back in a shrug. “I don’t worry so much about holdin’ back. I mean I can’t maim anyone as a hero but I only did that when someone really pushed me as a vigilante anyway, and usually it was a scratch across their face at most. I barely even let my nails get sharp anymore.” She flipped her hands up and down where Maxi could see to show him, her nails still a little pointed but not the sharp claws of a demon by any means. She rolled her neck and rested her hands back in her pockets, glancing the direction they’d been walking at the time. “Good on ya for restraining yourself though, just make sure you’re still enjoying your future job yeah?~ nothing worse than getting stuck in a dead end job you don’t enjoy, so still let a bit of your wild side out when ya can.” She smirked with pride as she added this specific detail. “I always say, if you’re a monster, you gotta own it. A’least a little.~” She finished, punctuating her words with a wink.

Back in the buffet Mia was licking her lips as the grease of her first few bites of the food, putting multiple items on every dip of her double fork combo, growling a little in satisfaction as she could feel the warmth hit her gut. The chill Maxi generated weirdly made it even more enjoyable as the warmth she felt inside was even more pronounced thanks to the chill on the outside. She glanced to him as he called her a rebel, shaking her head with a laugh as she took a few sausages in, a moment or two to swallow, and them grinning wide as she replied. “Ya just gotta know how to work the system.~ I wouldn’t survive as a hero if I had to follow every single rule and regulation. I mean, no offense to the system, as it goes it is pretty damn solid, but it ain’t perfect, nothing is.” She had a softer smile now as she got a second mouthful. “I ain’t ever gonna bend the big rules of course but…ya knooow…if a good vigilante helps me out maybe I suuuddenly forget they were there when the cops show…but ya didn’t hear that. Not from me. Not ever.” She put a finger to her lips as she made sure he remained silent on the matter.


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Oooo he certainly didn't know what she could do with a wedgie. Her muscles and her size? She could downright pull someone fast, hard, and high enough she could snap the elastic of their underwear. Ya know those atomic wedgies only possible on TV or in cartoons? Where they lift the waistband all the way over and lock it onto their head? She was fairly sure she could actually pull that off with the right pair of underwear on her poor victim. What she didn’t expect however was his precise reaction to her threat, the way he’d moved in with a cheeky smirk and said those words. She knew exactly what he was going for, the masochist angle, and ya know on anyone else with any other scenario, like a bloodied punk who was trying to get in one last prideful shot at her before he fell unconscious, she might have had some respect for it, or even felt they were worthy of the joke, but Maxi, saying it about a wedgie.

Mia broke.

A hand shot over her mouth and she keeled over, having to steady herself against the wall with her other hand as she outright busted a gut laughing into her hand. Getting a masochistic thrill off a wedgie just…she…what!? She couldn’t stop laughing! It got even worse when she pictured Maxi with some ecstatic face while his underwear was hooked over the back of his head, her hand on her mouth proving useless and instead clutching around her waist as she started to calm down, pulling away from the wall with a satisfied sigh and wiping her eyes with the base of her palm, more rubbing them into her eyes than anything, but letting out one hell of a satisfied sigh from that little giggle fit, moving over and ruffling his hair again and just letting out her words with a breathy giggle. “You ridiculous little shit.~ Remind me to pop into your class if UA ever needs me, you’re hilarious!”

Back in the present Mia was definitely enjoying her food, and Maxi did have a point. British food was shit, but a british breakfast. That was the breakfast of a god. She tipped her head back and swallowed her current mouthful, a visible lump travelling down her throat and bumping a fist against her upper torso to help it move down before she spoke. “I like shit that’s greasy and loaded with filling shit. Hashbrowns, sausages, Bacon, scrambled eggs, all qualifies. I don’t grab the shitty tomatoes and mushrooms, or heck the beans. I just like the greasy shit!~ Britains crap for that everywhere else though, like who the fuck likes a roast dinner? That shit’s pathetic. For Lunch get me a good American burger with a few layers, sliced cheese melting into the meat, and a few strips of bacon. For dinner, maybe get me some Chinese food, or heck KFC. Meat meat and more meat, that’s my love.~” She punctuated her words by getting her two fork fulls full of only sausages and practically slurping them into her lips and right down her throat with a happy grin, a big bit of grease splatter now around her lips from how fast she’d been eating, reaching for the table cloth and lifting it to rub over her face.

“I mean, I could eat what this place has to offer, but could you see a beast like me surviving on rice and tiny rolls of fish? Nah man, this is more me, a mountain of greasy, processed meat!” She lowered her forks and tipped her head. “I mean I’ll agree though british food is usually crap, but what you got against a full English? Shit’s the tightest set you can get for breakfast. Got your meats, your bread, your…miscellaneous?” She lifted a black pudding out of the bottom of the pile and gestured to it. “Like what the fuck even is this? Best not to question it.” She chucked it into her mouth and squished it between her tongue and the rough of her mouth before swallowing.

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