Lesson of a Pro-Hero [Anri/Mia]

Mia groaned deeply as she pushed herself out of bed. She had the day off from typical hero duties like patrolling today, but she’d managed to sleep in eeeeextra late because she’d been staking out a location last night. If she was gonna make a hero agency, she really needed some kind of recon hero to do that shit for her, especially since she had no idea what she was actually looking out for most of the time, and craved action so much she’d likely jump the gun at the first sign of trouble before she could actually get any evidence of wrong doing. Still wearing the tank top and panties she’d worn to bed, she walked out into her livingroom as she stretched her arms across her chest, half expecting to just find some pants she could put on over the arm rest of her couch or something, instead met with the fact that the entire place was spotless.

“Oh…yeah. I got a maid now. Huh.”

Rolling her shoulders back, she went to make herself breakfast then, even if it was fucking 10 PM she wasn't starting a day without breakfast, and, one of the rules she’d given Yuri upon giving her the job was that Mia herself always handled breakfast, even if it was just for herself. As such that left her with plenty of ingrediants to work with, spotting the note on the fridge that Yuri had left saying she'd just needed to do some errands for a friend and help them move in, and that she'd probably be staying the night. Fair enough, she'd done her work for the day, she could do what she liked. Mia was hardly strict.

Mia was just about ready to start her fry up when the sound of her buzzer came out, someone requesting access to her floor. Typically the system was set up to automatically let anyone up, given it was an office space afterall and Mia needed people to come to her with problems, but on days off and times where the office was closed people needed permission. Groaning, expecting it to be the hero agency needing her help, she rubbed her eyes and pressed the button to communicate with the requestee.

“Look guys I told you I’m having a day off, that stake out was-“ ‘BWAHH!’. Huh? The hell was that? Removing her hand from her face Mia jolted back just a little but not from fright, just surprised by the visage she was met with, though, even with the extended features, Mia soon clicked on and ended up chuckling a little down the phone, Anri unable to see her.

“Oh hey spooks. I was just making a late breakfast. Come on up I’ll make a second serving.”

Pressing the button to allow the elevator to access her floor, Anri was allowed to go all the way up to her floor. The first floor was just an office space, with a door that Mia made sure to leave ajar at the end that lead to the stairs to her living space. Her kitchen was pretty open, with just a decorative wall and tiled flooring separating it from the rest of the living space, the wall decorative as it mostly just had a serving window built into it, which, without the other two walls, was more for show than privacy. By the time Anri came up, if she did, Mia was already frying some bacon, eggs, and sausages.

She’d still forgotten to find some pants though. Ah well.


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With no camera to her own end of this little back and forth, Anri couldn’t have known she jolted a little but Mia felt amused all the same, chuckling as she got excited about the fact she’d managed to scare Mia and rolling her eyes at that. The comment about breakfast was a little cheeky though, and she held down the talk button even as the girl was moving into the elevator. “Hey! I’ll have you know I was busy staking out a villain hideout to keep your alleyways saaaafe and she’s gone.” Grumbling a little, but not too bothered by it, she moved back to the kitchen to make her breakfast, pulling out some more items.

Mia was focusing on her breakfast making for the most part, considering a good breakfast like many people would treat more professional meals like a sufflet. Or however you spelled that. For Mia a good breakfast was what she filled the bellies of those who’d been kind enough to let her enjoy their presence with, so she had to make sure it was tasty and filling for both them, and herself, to refuel from a night of passion for the day of hero work ahead. Mia was briefly lost on where to find some of her utensils, like her spatula, but getting used to where they were now that everything was kept clean was just something she’d have to adapt to.

Glancing over to Anri as she arrived, Mia lifted up the pan of eggs and slid it out onto a plate, eggs being the quickets of items to cook. “Here, I got some eggs with gooey yolks if you wanna start digging-woah!” Jumping back away from the stove a little as she felt Anri latch onto her leg, she blushed just faintly and lifted up her leg in a way that she likely lifted the smaller girl briefly with it, leaning back on one of the kitchen counters as she did and giving the girl a curious look.

“Ya know for a stranger I met trying to scare me in an alley you’re awfully chummy.”

She was clearly being playful of course as she emphasized with a smirk, lowering her leg so Anri could find her feet, holding out a plate with some eggs on as she focused on the longer to cook meats, always liking her bacon to be crispy. “As for how clean it is, I recently got a maid, so you can thank her for the place being spotless.”

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Mia was actually blushing, not typically one to feel shame or anything of the like, but the way that the girl was clinging to her leg was a reaction she wasn’t used to. Typically lovers draped themselves over her arms or her torso and waist. Her legs felt…so oddly embarrassing, just from a poor association that it wasn’t one of her own sexualized body parts. Sure she LOVED a nice set of soft thighs on any other girl, but her own…just didn’t have that association. Swallowing back as she continued to rub against her leg, she glared in another direction and bit on her tongue so she didn’t say anything until she finally let go. “O-oh shut up ya perv. You usually drape yourself over the legs of people you barely know?”

Handing over the eggs, she dished out her own but waited for her meat to be done, drizzling a bit of melted butter over the sausages to give them a bit more flavour, specifically getting some right in that ridge where the skin of the sausage had peeled back a bit so it got nice and deep into the meat while it was cooking, rolling her eyes as she continued to blush at the comments of her making a good wife. “Hardly. I’m more one night stand material myself. I’d rather be the queen of great one night stands than a second rate housewife.” Getting her confidence back a little with a cheeky smirk, she finally dished out the meat and slipped some onto Anri’s own plate as she went to sit down at her dining table, digging right into the meat and humming with delight as she did so.

Unlike the princess before her, Mia definitely ate like a beast.

At the question of how dirty her place could be, she smirked and had no shame. “Oh ya know, clothes on the floor, both mine and those of guests.~” She winked playfully, nibbling on some bacon before talking again. “She’s a good maid though. Actually met her pretty similarly to you. Out in the woods though. She’s a cool little mutation quirker. Got horns, a scaled tale, and a ‘fiery’ personality to say the least. She’s really good company and a damn good maid, even if I am still getting used to where everything goes when it’s tidy.” Swallowing back some orange juice she’d poured herself, she smirked at the princess of ghosts and asked “So, what brings you here, your majesty?”

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With the continued compliments Mia chuckled a little and rubbed the back of her head, the weird mix of ego fueling and embaressment not something she was used to but didn’t find entirely unpleasant, though at the cheeky comments about hearing different stories of villains encountering her she offered a smirk and tried to boost her confidence with a bit of cheek. “Oh really now? Guess I can’t be surprised with a tongue like yours. Almost surprised you didn’t end up just outright licking my thigh with the lack of boundaries you seem to have.”

Digging into her breakfast, she didn’t realize she’d get such a big reaction when she implied she’d had guests leave their clothes here in the past, quirking her brow and wondering what exactly about it set off the girl who’d been hugging her thigh just a moment ago. She opened her mouth to speak but just ended up chuckling at her reaction, especially the comment about the maid. “Oh no no no, not the maid. And not everyone who comes here. Heck barely anyone who comes here on their own gets to see my bedroom. I more like to just hang out in bars and stuff and see what I catch, and as for the maid, that’s not gonna happen anytime soon. It’d just make things weird given all my things tend to be one night. Even if I pride myself on being friends with who I sleep with, being stuck with her living here after could be a dangerous combo.”

Finishing the meatier items of her breakfast, she listened to why the ghost had come here and lowered her teatowel that she used to wipe the grease from around her lips. “Well bit of a weird time to drop by about that, but you’d clearly be a skilled…” She paused, recalling her earlier thoughts about a recon support hero and how good Anri would be as such a hero, but shook the thoughts out of her head as she refocused herself. “I-In any case you’d potentially make a good hero…may need to sort out your morals a bit first, doubt they’d appreciate you mentioning how much you like to scare people on your application, but it’s definitely doable for you.” Dipping her last sausage in her egg yolk, she took a deep bite of the juicy meat and smirked.

“As for what we can do right now…it IS 10 pm, so unless you were planning a sleepover I may need you to give me some ideas.~”

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Mia snickered at the choice of words there but all the same she was glad the other girl seemed to have some reason or another NOT to lick her. While you could make jokes about a tongue like that till the cows come home, Mia could only imagine getting licked anywhere by that thing would be an unpleasant and slimey experience. But hey, she wouldn’t mind being proven wrong under the right circumstances.

The fact she didn’t understand why it maybe wasn’t so good to fuck her maid though was a bit weird, though it was becoming apparent that Anri didn’t deal with a lot of social norms, so swallowing a mouth full of breakfast she tried to explain. “Okay so, imagine if I DID sleep with her, and she wanted more out of it than I did. Sometimes that happens with other girls and I just explain they can come round if they want, but I’m not a relationship type of person. Usually they understand and either don’t come back, or come back for a…similar experience.” She smirked a little, hoping that got the point across. “Now if I fucked my maid, who lived with me, she doesn’t exactly have anywhere else to go, and if she DID end up wanting me to herself, she’d probably get really upset and jealous when I have one night stands with other girls. Plus, it’s kinda weird paying someone like that, and she could probably sue me for some sexual harassment after that or something.”

She shrugged, it wasn’t like she was ever gonna do it but she’d definitely thought through the consequences at least.

“As far as your application goes I ain’t entirely sure. I think you’d need to look it up on the computer, they kinda came to me when I was a vigilante due to my reputation, but I’m sure they’d accept you if you figure out how to apply…heck you can use my computer before you go…er…wherever you call home?” Did she actually LIVE in that place where she scared people? Mia had no idea.

When she asked for a one night stand, Mia wasn’t sure if she was being teasing or innocent, but hey…since she asked the question. Mia rounded the table, peeled back some of anri’s hair, and whispered directly into her pointed ear with a low and faintly heated tone. To save her writer getting in trouble Mia wouldn’t detail the exact words she used, but she spent a good solid minute just describing what a one night stand was in HER experience, how it focused mostly on her partner, and fulfilling every desire they had till their muscles went limp and they were drooling into a pllow.

“And THAT’S a one night stand. Still want one?~”

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Mia rolled her eyes as Anri insisted a little on Mia and her Maid doing the dirty, but just got the general message that Anri had no sense on what was or wasn’t okay. Or a sense of reading the room anyway. To be a little bit more blunt, Mia gestured a ‘hard line’ with her hands before she spoke. “Look I appreciate the thought about it but it just ain’t gonna happen. Not just because I think it might be a little risky for us to even try, but also just…I dunno. She’s an attractive girl, and I’d be all for ‘helping her out’ if she came to me, but in this case right now it’s just not happening. I see her more as a friend, and I’d need to get a fair bit drunk to genuinely come onto her, and trust me, that ain’t easy for me. I could drink like 2 litres of booze and I’d only get slightly sloshed.”

Yuri definitely was a nice bit of eye candy as much as Mia wasn’t trying to observe her that way. Her maid outfit wasn’t sexualized afterall which was a good start, but Mia could tell she had some soft, but still genuinely attractive curves under there. Heck Mia might give her full little butt a tap next time she caught the girl lifting her tail to tease her, but that was neither here nor there. Whatever the case Mia just wasn’t considering her practical roommate as an option right now, and she’d quickly shut down Anri again if she tried to offer any ideas to the contrary.

“Seriously I dunno how it goes, so the computer is your best bet even if you just research it. You’ll probably need to get some government form at city hall or…whatever it is you Japanese have as a counter to that.” She shrugged and stole one of the sausages off of Anri’s plate and devoured it on one bite and a quick swallow, wiping her mouth on a cloth. “Well feel free to enjoy my spare bed for the night. I bet a couch or a blow up futon must be better than whatever spring exposed mattress those shitty villains must be sleeping on these days.” She smirked a little at that, tending to picture those shits living in dinghy motels at best, afterall they could never pull off the bank robberies they needed when she was on the scene.

After whispering her little depiction of a one night stand, detailing how she absolutely loved to focus on her partner and bring them to a state of mind melting pleasure, Mia had kind of expected to scare Anri off rather than excite her…well she intended to excite her, but not to the extent it overcame the flustered fear she showed a moment ago. Still, Mia could only end up laughing, ruffling the ghost girl’s hair in both of her hands, carefully not to catch her own pointed ears, scooping up her plate after and taking it towards the sink.

“Sorry spooky, right now I see you just like my maid. More of a friend than anything. Maybe if you get a bit more womanly charm to you I might consider you an option, but for now, you’re…well, you’re kinda like a silly kid sister, and I ain’t gonna bang my sister.~” Sticking her own tongue out, she ran the tap over her plate, getting off the initial greese so it doesn’t stick and leaving the plate in the sink for Yuri to get later, coming back to the table and slumping down into a seat. “Still, you’re free to stay the night…heck you can even try convincing me otherwise on the one night stand if that sounds like a fun challenge!~”

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“Yeah I guess it will.” Smirking cheekily at Anri, both at her comment about the maid, and her definitely cute reaction to the stealing of a sausage, she stuck out her tongue at the latter, her eyes practically saying what Anri already knew. ‘Hey. I cooked it~’. But little beyond that. She’d enjoyed her fill of breakfast, and so late in the day she shouldn’t eat too much, even if her body needed some heavy fuel and she’d normally eat a breakfast twice this size, she wasn’t going to be doing her work today, so eating too much fuel would just be a waste, and she needed to keep herself fit. Both for her own ego, her fans, and the ladies~

As for the process of becoming a pro hero, Mia waved her hand a bit dismissively. “Hey to be clear I’m not saying that’s what you HAVE to do, I’m just saying it might be. I never had to do it myself since I was kinda, scouted, being a popular vigilante in America and having a Japanese friendly theme, what with the huge Oni horn and-“ She hooked a finger into her bottom lip, displaying her prominent bottom canines. Tusks, if you will. “Dese mings-“ She released her bottom lip and started talking properly again as it snapped back into place. “I never had to go through the system…in saying that though…” She tipped her head to the side, her wild hair flowing down off her back and brushing the legs of the table. “Sure. If you need to go down there, I’ll help ya…fucking won’t know what I’m doing, and I’ve been told I am SHIT at emotional support…but if you need me there I’ll be there. It’d be great to see another promising vigilante become a proper pro.”

Glad that Anri was enjoying the breakfast she cooked, especially the sausages, Mia felt a bit of extra pride in that since it was one of the breakfast items she’d perfected since she delighted so much in them too. “Little Kearney trick. Can’t give the secret away. Just know I put a lot of care into makin’ ‘em so tasty.~” There were a few tricks really, cutting the skin so the meat had room to expand, and accept any drizzled butter or spices. Sometimes she even made her own sausages if she had the time, and the local butcher wasn’t too busy as to disallow her to use his equipment. They were on good terms though, so more often than not, when she wanted to, she could.

With Anri’s disappointment Mia was snickering into her hand a little. She didn’t expect Anri to be so gung ho, rolling her eyes and muttering loud enough to be heard. “Geeze, sometimes I forget how powerful my charm is.” Sighing and leaning on her elbows, she shrugged a little. “Look I appreciate that apparently I am so damn fine that, let’s be real, you are BEGGING to get laid here, but you ain’t some sensual woman I met in a bar, not some eager fan I’d be happy to show a good time, I see you as a pal first…I mean if you can ASSURE me you’re not gonna get weird about this, I suppose I can let ya ‘ride the horn’ as they say-“ A cheeky comment that had become popular in her reddit fanbase when the fanclub realized she was exclusively a lesbian. She never let ANYONE do that literally, shit would hurt and she was pretty sure the raw nerves on her scar would hate it too.

“Just er…if you’re really down for it, I may need a second to sorta…” She rolled back her shoulders, her muscles tensing a little and bulging just a little beyond normal, her horn growing about 2 centimeters, subtle but noticeable, and her tusks extending a little above her top lip, her breath coming out with just a small bit of steam from the internal heat of generating more muscle.

“Get in the zone.~” She didn’t need to be bulked up, but the reason for doing so was two fold. One, she did need to change her mindset a bit if she was gonna give Anri what she seemed to want, and going a bit more ‘animal’ certainly helped. 2, she briefly wondered if one final display might scare the ghost off. If not, she’d be more than ready to provide, and a few minutes into the act, she’d probably be treating Anri like any other woman.

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