You're Blocking My Sun

Izanami had been day dreaming about the Hero Office of her dreams. Instead of a cramped office buried within the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Headquarters, this was a real Hero Office, befitting of Dragon Queen. A sprawling penthouse lair situated on top of a skyscraper. A huge Dragon Queen symbol was emblasoned on the side of the building, which had several helipads and an elevated sky pool. Izanami was there at the ribbon cutting ceremony, along with her siblings. Forming the newly christened 'Team Dragon' the Mayor and many members of the media were there for the ribbon cutting ceremony. Dragon Queen was handed the ceremonial over sized scissors, and was just about to make the fated snip when suddenly she heard someone screaming at the top of her lungs.

The young woman was immediately jolted from her sleep, startled by the sudden shouting. Her serpent tendrils flared out instinctively, hissing and snapping their jaws as they scanned the area around her. Izanami shot upright, hands raised defensively purely out of fight or flight reaction. Her bleary eyes glanced around for the source of the noise, and she lifted her sunglasses from her eyes to help her adjust back to the light. What she ended up seeing was some teenager running at her, notebook in hand. "Oh... just another fan." She said under her breath, silently relieved she wasn't under attack. That relief quickly shifted to annoyance. Did the kid really have to scream that loud? Sure he was excited, but she'd clearly been asleep. No matter, Izanami loved the attention that being a Pro-Hero brought her, and she was a known crowd-pleaser.

Izanami winced slightly when the teenager proceeded to shout at her open getting close enough to converse, she swore his shouting actually got louder as he got closer. Still seated, Izanami addressed the boy in a stern, almost motherly voice. "First, please settle down there Tiger. I know it's exciting meeting your heroes, but you don't need to scream in my face. I get enough of that from Villains as is. Second, probably, lots of Pro-Heroes are on television." She paused, giving the boy a sultry grin. "Shame none look as good as me. And third, Queen was a band from the eighties. I'm Dragon Queen, it's a big difference." She added sarcastically, before slowly rising to her feet. When she did she arched her back, stretching out her wings and beating them several times as she held her arms over her head. "Mmm... that's better." Izanami said as she withdrew from her stretch, working out the stiffness from sleeping on hard ground.

A puzzled look crossed Izanami's face, when the kid asked what she'd been doing. "Guard duty? What!? No?" She replied simply, mind still foggy from her nap. "What would I be guarding, this is a public park. I was also asleep for the record, before someone so rudely shouted at me." She added with a wry smile. "No today's my day off; even Pro-Heroes need a break once in a while. Yokohama police are in town for yearly joint training, so crime is on the downswing for the moment. I figured it was as good a time as any to work on my tan before summer ends." Izanami pointed to her sizable bust, giving the teen a skeptical look. "You didn't really think I was on guard duty wearing a two piece bikini did you? I'm not even in my Hero Costume."

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Izanami quickly resigned herself mentally to the fact that she was most likely not going to get back to her sunbathing anytime in the foreseeable future. While she did appreciate her fans, even she had her limits. Though she was much too vain to simply tell the loudmouthed teen to scram. "It's fine Darling, apology accepted." Izanami said nonchalantly, inspecting the clawed nails on her hand. She smirked, shaking her head at his remark. "So the only reason you want to meet me is because it was convenient for you? I can't say I'm not a little hurt Darling." She was being sarcastic, though she didn't make it too obvious. Izanami just liked plying with overexcited fans, especially when they stumbled over their own words.

She grinned ear to ear, beaming with pride at the boy's idle compliment. "I am, aren't I?" The dragoness said with a haughty chuckle; she adored having her ego stroked. "Yes I think the joint training is televised. Should be on one of the public broadcast channels." Izanami added nonchalantly, dismissing the idea with a wave of her hand. This was all dull to point out, though her remarks about her own bikini had quite the opposite effect. The boy damn near looked red as a tomato. It made Dragon Queen giggle to herself. "I take it you like what you see?" She said in a seductive tone, bouncing her enormous bust lovingly with her hands.

Unfortunately the teenager resorted to screaming again and her sultry gaze quickly faded back into an annoyed expression. "Yes of course I'm in a bikini!?" She shouted angrily, finally beginning to lose her cool. "How else do you expect me to sunbathe? This isn't Europe, we don't exactly have nude beaches. We're a very conservative society!" Izanami exhaled sharply, breathing out two jets of thick black smoke from her nostrils as she literally let off steam. She reached down, picking up the teen's notebook and dusting it off. "Sorry to lose my temper there Darling. Hell hath no fury, etcetera etcetera etcetera..." Izanami said dismissively, averting her eyes as she half explained.

"Hmm?" Izanami said, turning to see a small crowd of people headed her way to investigate the boys yelling. They immediately recognized her and began taking photos. She just shook her head and gaze the teen a side eyed glare. "My adoring fans... I just can't go anywhere without running into some of you." She said, her comment highly tongue in cheek as she posed for photos which she knew would likely end up first page on several popular magazines. A dragon themed Pro-Hero with big tits wearing little more than a two piece would move magazines like nobodies business. "Of course I have time for autographs." Izanamu said to her adoring fans, taking a pen from one eager fan and anything that needed signing in the other.

"𝒯ℴ 𝓂𝓎 𝒶𝒹ℴ𝓇𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒻𝒶𝓃... ℒℯ𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻𝒾𝓇ℯ ℴ𝒻 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝒷𝓇𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉. - 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷" The curvaceous and scantily clad woman wrote on each and every autograph in expert penmanship well rehearsed by countless autographs. She even held a second pen in the serpent's mouth over her right shoulder so she could sign two things at once. When she was finished she gestured to the crowd to get their attention. "I love you all my Darlings, but this is something of a day off for me... If you'd be so kind, I'd like to get back to relaxing." Some of the crowded murmured in disgruntled tones, but most were compliant and eager to meet her demands. Gradually they dispersed, once more leaving Izanami along with her loud mouthed fanboy.

"You..." She said menacingly, turning back to face the teenager and looming over him, serpents hissing and snapping their fanged jaws. "Have been a complete thorn in my side... ruining my morning and killing my hopes of sunbathing before they even began." Her face was very close to the boy's by this point, so much so he could smell the sulfur on her breath. Sadly no toothpaste or mouthwash known to man completely masked that part of her Quirk. Izanami just glared at him for a moment, before quickly pulling away and giving a nonchalant shrug.

"Oh well. That's life I suppose, sometimes you just get rain on your parade." She said nonchalantly, seemingly over the disruption entirely. "We were all young admiring teenagers once, though when I was your age we didn't have Pro-Heroes to look up to. We couldn't just walk up on the street and meet our idols; I try to keep that in mind whenever my fans get a little too fanatical for my tastes." Izanami still clasped the teen's notebook in one of her serpent's mouths, casually tossing it into her hand as she opened it to the nearest empty page. She still had a pen in hand, and gave the boy a sly smirk. "So, what's your name Darling? Tell me who I make this out to..." Izanami said casually as she began to write in the notebook. "𝒯ℴ 𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓊𝒹ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝓃. 𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓉'𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓇𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸ℯ, ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃 𝒾𝒻 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓂ℴ𝓊𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓈𝓃'𝓉. - 𝓘𝔃𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓲 𝓡𝔂𝓾̄" This one she signed much more personally, including a hastily sketched copy of her Hero Symbol for good measure.

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"In what universe would this be my Hero Costume?" Izanami blurted back in response, shaking her head at the audacity of this teenager. "The Hero Association places regulations on the amount of skin we can show you know. A micro-bikini is way below the limit." At this point it wasn't even worth arguing, nothing was going to get through to his skull. Though Izanami was mildly surprised when the fans took an interest in motormouth as well.

'So he's from U.A.?' She thought to herself, finally placing a face with a name. Right, Bluster, the sports kid. She was kicking herself for not putting two and two together sooner. Why did all of these U.A. Students all have to be so... eccentric? Were none of them normal? She mentally shook her head, as if she was one to talk. That said Izanami did not go through private schooling screaming at the top of her lungs. At least if he went Pro he'd have a great voice for announcing himself to both Villains and his fans. Though Izanami wasn't keen on the details of his actual Quirk, or if it even correlated to his constant shouting.

When it came time for his autograph Izanami wrote in the boy's name and class into a gap she'd intentionally left in her writing. Though she did have to squeeze it in a bit, she hadn't accounted for him wanting his class in there as well. "Right, well I'm always happy to meet a fan Kirk. You just need to learn that just because you're outside, you should probably stick to your inside voice." She was trying to be tasteful and mature in how she told him to shut the hell up. Only then was there an errant camera flash. "Hmm?" Izanami said aloud, as she and her serpents turned their gaze to the bushes.

Immediately Dragon Queen's eyes went stricken with rage when she realized what'd happened. "Paparazzi..." She growled under her breath, as Kirk began to freak out again. "It's normal for me." She said coldly. "And I shouldn't stop him..." There was a slight pause in her words as she bared her fangs. "But I will." Springing into action, Izanami kicked off the ground and leapt into the air, wings beating quickly as she picked up speed. The photographer walking away didn't notice, at first. Dragon Queen's body began to grow and elongate, her tail becoming thick as a tree trunk and twice as long. Her limbs became squat and power, fingers and toes becoming powerful claws. Her serpentine tendrils burst forth like a writhing mass of heads and necks as they swallowed up her head and came to dominate her shoulders.

The paparazzo realized something was up when a vast shadow blocked out the sun. He turned in confusion, only to have his expression quickly replaced by panic. Izanami crashed to the ground in front of him, having transformed into her formidable dragon form. Eight huge dragon heads, each with a different array of horns, spikes, ridges, and gem-like scales glared down at the man as she planted herself in front of him. Longer than a city bus, and twice as heavy, the ground shoot like a small earthquake throughout the park as twenty thousand kilograms came to a sudden halr.

The eight headed leviathan leaned closer, its heads practically encircling the poor photographer as they arched out from their shared shoulders. "And. Just. Where. Do. You. Think. You're. Going... Little. Man?" Each head spoke a different word of the sentence, giving the dragon's speech a disjointed pattern almost like a musical round. It was several octaves deeper than Izanami's, barely recognizable but still distinctively feminine with a guttural, reptilian nature to her tone. As she spoke cinders and embers fell like spittle from her maws, fizzling out before they reached the grass. The man fell only his back in fright, paralyzed with fear. Dragon Queen's heads simply exhaled plumes of smoke from their nostrils as they breathed.

"I...I...just wanted a hot story." The photographer said in a stammering ramble.

"Oh? Is. That. All? Pardon. Me. Then." The dragon growled back, once more speaking in its strange communal inflection. Then without warning she swung around her tail, slamming it down behind the man hard enough it left a deep trench in the soft grass. "DO. YOU. TAKE. ME. FOR. AN. IDIOT!?" She growled at the photographer, heads leaning in so close the man could feel the fiery heat of their sulfuric breath. It was like standing downwind of an active volcano. Sweat began to bead at his forehead, and not just from anxiety. "If. You. Wanted. A. Story. You'd. Ask. For. An. Interview." She informed the man, calmer than her previous statement. "You. Planned. To. Sell. That. Off. To. The. Highest. Bidder. And. Fabricate. Tabloid. Drama." She added, snapping her jaws as the writhing mass of heads jockeyed from the best view of the hapless photographer.

"Alright! Yes, I did... I was. Please Dragon Queen don't hurt me! I'll do anything!" The man was practically groveling for his life. Fear tended to do that, as he simply forgot the creature he was dealing with was a woman sworn to protect his life. Albeit, a very, very angry woman.

"Delete. The. Photo." She growled back the man in a commanding tone. He quickly reached into his bag, grabbing up the camera and frantically tapping buttons on its display.

"T-t-there. It's done. It's gone." He said, nodding his head as if to reassure himself.

"Show. Me!" She ordered, and the man turned his camera around to show Izanami the display. One of her center most heads leaned in close, tilting to the side so its large dinner plate sized eye could see the comparably tiny screen up close. The man thumbed through his gallery, revealing no incriminating photographs... of her at least. The head snorted in satisfaction before withdrawing.

Dragon Queen then lifted her tail, allowing the photographer a chance to leave. "If. I. See. That. Photo. In. The. Tabloids... You'll. Wish. You. Hadn't. Lied. To. Me." Her heads said to the man, coldly, barely blinking as they stared him down. He just nodded sheepishly, it was all he had the composure to do. With that taken care of, Dragon Queen slowly turned around like a lumbering behemoth, careful not to hit the man with her tail as it swung around. "I. Can't. Even. Take. Up. A. Sidekick. Without. Parasites. Like. You. Trying. To. Tarnish. My. Reputation..." She mumbled loudly to herself as she stomped her way back towards Kirk. This was a complete fabrication, but she wanted to leave the man with some story to parrot if he had to. This one, was significantly less damaging to either of their reputations.

When Dragon Queen approached where she'd been, she reached out a huge paw and scooped up both her personal effects, and Kirk in one careful scoop. Clutching him in her paw, haphazardly in between a towel, her purse, and her gym bag, Izanami took a running sprint forward to pick up speed using the relatively open space of the park as a runway. "Come. On. Sidekick." She said coldly. "We're. Going. On. Patrol..." The upper half of her heads looked forward, as the lower half of them glared down at the now tiny teenager clutched in her mitts.

It took a lot of momentum to get her dragon form airborne. It wasn't like her humanoid form where her wings let her fly or hover from a standing position. Her dragon form had mass, and size. Physics were against her, and like a jumbo jet taking off she needed about a track field's worth of 'runway' for a good takeoff. Her massive wingspan beat quickly, lifting her body into the air as Dragon Queen took to the skies. Gaining height until she could comfortably glide between the towering skyscrapers of Tokyo, beating her wings only when she needed to gain a bit more altitude. Poor Kirk still held firmly in her scaly grasp.

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Izanami turned a head to look back at Kirk as he spoke. She huffed at his naivety, exhaling a jet out of smoke and cinder from her head's nostrils. There were precious few things in this world Dragon Queen valued more than her image. She was not regarded as a diva by many for no reason. Her head turned back to her unfortunately victim, barely acknowledging the child's words.

"Sidekick." She repeated the words, each head speaking in unison as she grabbed Kirk in her claw. When Kirk spoke again, apologizing for his actions, the serpentine dragon just chuckled from the lower heads that were obseving him. "Bullying. You? Hardly. You. Overthink. Things. Apology. Accepted. Though." She said to him with a fanged, grin from four heads, a stern scowl still painted on the other four. As she flew Izanami scanned the streets below, hoping for some kind of criminal activity for her to vent off steam. She found her answer as she soared through the winding skyscrapers of the financial district.

An armored car was racing down the street, chased by no fewer than half a dozen police cars. The back doors were open and one Quirk wielding Villain was fired acidic sludge from his hands at the road, creating oil slicks that melted the tires of the police cars unfortunate enough to drive over it. Another stood on the roof of the truck, throwing up a purple force field of some kind when the police attempted to return fire and shoot out the vehicle's tires. Perfect, Izanami thought to herself. She picked up speed and raced ahead of the fleeing vehicle.

Dragon Queen banked hard, landing on a building rooftop trotting on three legs as she slowly down. As she came to a halt Izanami let go of Kirk, dropping both him and her personal effects down on the otherwise empty rooftop, giving him a front row view of the action on the streets below. "Watch. My. Things. I'll. Yell. At. You. More. When. I'm. Done." Izanami said in a commanding tone to Kirk, before quickly turning and leaping off the side of the building. She let out a bloodcurdling chorus of booming roars as she did. Her wings spread wide, and she dive bombed off the roof of the tall office building headed for the streets.

Izanami picked up speed, banking hard and kicking off the ground hard enough to leave crated footprints from her combined weight and momentum. Her timing was perfect, as she transferred vertical momentum into horizontal force. Leading with her right shoulder, Dragon Queen tackled the runaway armored truck, knocking it off balance and causing the driver to over correct his steering hard to try and keep control of the vehicle. The top heavy truck tipped over onto one side, skidding across the pavement as its metal chassis sparked along the ground.

Izanami landed on all fours, rolling her shoulder a bit from the impact. That would be sore tomorrow, those armored trucks the banks used were practically tanks, just rolling slabs of steel with wheels attached. Her heads turned to face the truck, as it slid to a halt, spilling sacks of bank notes onto the street like confetti. The police cruisers began rolling up behind Dragon Queen, coming to a halt, lights flashing as the officers watched the Hero at work. Izanami began slowly walking towards the disabled vehicle, as the sludge throwing thug pulled the driver out through the window. Their force field wielding companion had thrown up a bubble to shield herself as she was thrown from the truck. She was picking herself up off the roof of a parked car, a circular indent pounded into its roof from her shield's impact.

"You ok Boss?" The sludge thrower said in a concerned voice. The man looked like the muscle of the group, he was big, broad, with a square chin and the body of a man who practically lived in the gym. His hands had black markings from the elbow down and what looked like exhaust ports on the palms of his hands.

"Yeah...I'm fine Quagmire... just dizzy." The leader said, shaking his head as he tried to shake off what was likely a concussion. The leader cupped a hand to his mouth, turning to shout in the direction of his comrade. "Yo, Aegis you still breathing?" He called out to his teammate. As he did his free hand touched the side of the truck, absorbing its properties and turning his body into seemingly solid steel.

Aegis sprinted back towards the other two, "Yeah I'm fine Subsume. How you two holding up?" The woman asked her companions. She had a build similar to Red Horn, tall and broad for a woman. She looked like a power lifter, with violet colored energy crackling from her hands and eyes.

"We're fine." Quagmire side, turning his attention to the dragon staring them down. "Who the Hell is this?" He said, concern showing in his voice even as he tried to look tough.

Izanami had been waiting for that, she did so love an introduction. "I. AM. THE. HYDRA. HERO: DRAGON. QUEEN!" she thundered at the top of her lungs, stomping a foot and issuing the three a challenge. "Sworn. Defender. Of. Justice. Symbol. Of. Peace..." The dragon's many heads all smiled, a wicked, fanged series of grins. "And. Your. Time Is. Up!" Dragon Queen finished her speech with another ear piercing roar, loud enough to rattle glass in the vicinity. When her gaze returned to the trip there was a fire in her eyes and cinders dripped from her maws onto the concrete below.

Quagmire took a step back, visibly shaken. "Boss?" He asked, looking at his companions.

Subsume was cracking his knuckles, before throwing up a defensive stance. "This bitch means business. She's even got an epithet." He said through gritted teeth, trying not to show his concern.

"I don't even know what that is and I'm worried." Aegis said under her breath, hoping the Hero hadn't heard her. Her leader just looked at her like she was an idiot. Meanwhile, Dragon Queen was through waiting any longer. The television crews were arriving, and she'd stalled long enough with the theatrics. Izanami charged forward, moving in a serpentine gallop, mouths opened wide as the light of her fire could be seen pooling in the back of her throats. The explosive battle between Hero and Villains was about to kick off.

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Kirk and his intrusion on her day was a distant concern in Dragon Queen's mind now, so long as he didn't manage to loose her stuff. Her change of clothing was in her gym bag as well as her Hero Costume. Izanami had exactly zero incentive to remain in her Dragon Form until she got home, lest she be seen publicly in the nude. For now though, sixteen amethyst eyes glared in fury at the three Villains standing before her. Dragon Queen let out another thunderous roar as she charged forward. The villainous trio braced themselves, leaping out of the way or so they thought.

Different heads looked in different directions as Dragon Queen closed in one the three. They might have tried to seperate to surround her, but she could fight more directions than one. Two heads opened wide and unleashed a torrent of violet flames on Aegis. The woman threw up her telepathic barrier, straining as she held the flames at bay. "Shit, she's strong!" She cried out, sweating profusely at both the mental strain and the heat she felt even shielding the bulk of the fire.

Subsume dodged a head with surprising agility. "No shit! Quagmire melt the dragon bitch!" He said as he reached out and grabbed the jaws of the second head sent against him. He struggled, holding the jaws opened as his eyes went wide with fight. He looked directly down the barrel of a loaded cannon, as the light of Izanami's flames built in her throat and washed over the man. Only the steel he'd absorbed into his body protected him. But he was quickly starting to heat up, risking damaging his internal organs.

Trying to save his comrades, Quagmire held up his hands and shouted at the top of his lungs. "DIE!" He screamed, unleashing a spray of acid from his palms with the force of a fie hydrant. It struck several of Izanami's heads searing her scales and exposing raw burnt skin. She roared in pain, swinging around quickly and slamming the man with her tail. Quagmire was sent flying end over end, coating his path in acid before colliding with a car. He lay on the roof of it, holding a hand to his head as he head as he nursed a concussion. He barely had time to open his eyes and register what he saw. "WAIT NO!" The man shouted, raising his hands defensively as Dragon Queen's long tail slammed down on him once more, crumbling the center of the car and knocking him thoroughly unconscious.

"Quag no!" Subsume shout, legging go of Izanami's jaws and rolling out of the way. "You'll pay for that." He said through gritted teeth, kicking off the ground hard and throwing himself at the wound his friend had dealt. The man of steel grabbed onto the side of Izanami's injured neck, punching and kicking with his metallic limbs, as if trying to claw his way into her throat. She roared in pain, recoiling and thrashing her heads wildly to try and shake the man off. One head reached around, biting the man from behind and ripping him from her neck like a tick from an animal's back.

Dragon Queen threw the man from her grip directly at Aegis, who's barrier was still raised. She kept it up, as he collided hard against it, though still conscious. This didn't last long as the next thing either of the two saw was the writhing mass of heads plowing into them. Crashing into Subsume, who in turn crashed against Aegis' shield. It was too much for her, and the barrier gave out causing her companion to fly backwards ending up embedded in the roadbed. Izanami snorted from her heads, casting her gazes around the street making sure all three were incapacitated.

She reached a clawed paw out, first digging Subsume out of the shattered concrete, then scooping Aegis into her grip. Then she slowly turned, scooping Quagmire's limp body out of the ruined car while several of her heads licked the wounds on her acid burned necks. Izanami would be feeling that in the morning, but it was a small sacrifice to get these three off the streets. The three Villains were carried over to the assembled ranks of the police cars, and unceremoniously dropped in a heap by the nearest cruiser. The officer in question looked up at the huge dragon in awe. "Thank you Dragon Queen, we couldn't have done it without you." She simply nodded several heads, the others tending to her wounds while a solitary head had its gaze locked firmly on the rooftop she'd left Kirk.

"It. Was. My. Pleasure." Dragon Queen responded simply. Normally she was all for theatrics, grandstanding posing with her defeated Villains like trophies from a big game hunt. The media was hopping out of their vans, microphones and cameras in hand as they rushed towards her location already shouting questions. Normally, Izanami relished in the attention, shifting back into her humanoid form and treating the press to whatever their hearts desired. But, she was technically naked, and in no mood for these vultures just looked for a story. "I . Have. To. Go." She informed them simply, and unceremoniously the dragon began running the opposite way down the street. Picking up speed until it could achieve lift off again. Arcing into the skies, Dragon Queen gained altitude seemingly flying up and away from the crime scene. Once she was high enough she looped around a tall financial building, heading back towards Kirk's rooftop from the opposite direction they'd come from.

Izanami came in low and slow, changing back into her human form and touching down gracefully on the rooftop. Stark naked, her bikini shredded the moment she first changed into her Dragon Form. She used her snakes to cover her womanly bits, wrapping her wings around her curvaceous body like a cloak as she approached Kirk, or more accurately her gym bag. "No peaking, or you'll see me when I'm truly angry." She informed the student, rummaging through her bag until she found her Hero Costume. Izanami made sure Kirk was turned away from her before unfurling her wings and slipping the skin tight suit over her prominent hourglass figure.

The wings always took the longest, there were slits in the back of her costume for her wings to slide through, as well as for her serpent tendrils to emerge from. In her humanoid form the injuries she'd sustained carried over. Though it was only the necks of several of her tendrils that had been badly seared, not her own. Izanami retracted the wounded serpents into her body to let them regenerate in peace, before adjusting her snug costume so it fit properly. "There. Much better." She said, slumping down and taking a seat crossed legged, barely noticing Kirk as he stood there in atypical silence.

"That was so sloppy of me, I could have easily done that without getting hurt. I should have focused on that acid Villain, he was the only real danger." She said to herself, beating herself up for her own poor performance. Izanami's gaze looked up at Kirk, having almost forgotten he existed. "You're free to speak Darling. Just don't scream or I'll be tempted to see if you have a fear of heights." Izanami pulled her bag towards her, collecting up her things and reluctantly putting them away. So much for sunbathing. "So... Kirk was it? Tell me, what made you want to enroll in U.A.? What drives you to become a Hero? What's the inspiration guiding you?" Izanami asked sternly. So long as she still had him here she could at least grill Kirk with questions and assess if she saw the spark of a true hero in him.

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Dragon Queen smirked at Kirk's hasty declaration he wasn't looking. "Good, that's what I thought." It felt good being back in her costume, one less thing to worry about. Purple on violet was such a preferred color scheme for the woman. In ancient times royals had lavished the color purple and associated it with rarity and nobility. It was this reason why Izanami felt it a perfectly befitting color for her. It perfectly suited her entire theme.

When Kirk commented on her Hero Costume, Izanami gave a haughty laugh as she held a hand to her mouth. "Ohohohohoho, I'm glad you like it Darling. It was difficult to make. I needed something figure hugging and alluring, with an open back and a low neckline. That wouldn't tear apart and could stretch when I transformed. Thankfully there are a number of support companies now looking to sponsor Pro-Heroes with their products in exchange for endorsement." It wasn't often someone complemented Dragon Queen's Hero Costume itself, and she was more than happy to bask in the compliment. This Kirk was fast getting on her good sight, fortunate for him given her earlier episode. "I'm sure you'll adopt a more elaborate costume someday Darling. Once you become a Pro-Hero you'll have a much better idea what your needs are, and how to tailor a costume to your strengths and weaknesses. Case and point, mine is fire resistant for obvious reasons."

Izanami sat crossed legged, listening to Kirk as he spoke about his hopes and desire, his drive and his motivations for becoming a Hero. Nodding quietly in a agreement as she listened, his heartfelt words reminded her of many of the same thoughts she'd expressed to her own father nearly a decade ago. It seemed in Kirk's case, his family had been much more receptive than hers. A smile crossed her face as he finished his speech, and Izanami clapped her hands against her knees as she sprung back to her feet. "Where to begin, where... to... begin. Well firstly, you have noble and admirable reasons for wanting to become a Hero. You want to see yourself as a role model, a pillar of the community. Someone children look up to and adults breath easier when you're around. You're motivated by your family's trust they've placed in you. Your motivations are selfless and pure, and it warms my heart knowing such good natured students are enrolled in U.A."

Dragon Queen let out a long sigh, truly tomorrow did look brighter if these were the caliber of characters U.A. was enrolling. Good, it would reflect better on all Pro-Heroes if the next generation was so righteous. "We is a very loose term dear. I know what to do because I have nearly a decade of experience. I've been at this since I was your age, though I was a Vigilante back then, obviously all the current Pro-Heroes were. We didn't have any fancy high school, most of us didn't have mentors. There was a lot of trial and error back then... and we all made a lot of mistakes." Izanami grew very somber for a moment, looking wistfully up at the sky. "Some of us didn't get a chance to live down our mistakes. Others are still atoning for their failures. Sometimes the worst things are done with the best intentions." She left her reasoning cryptic, stories for another day perhaps.

"In your scenario things aren't simply black and white. Grey on gray is obviously much more difficult, and there's a number of wars to approach it. If the parties involved haven't noticed you yet, sometimes it's best to listen from a distance. See if you can get the offending party to make themselves known, like a threat or an insult. Other times, a grand heroic entrance is needed. Loudly announce your presence, strike a heroic pose. See how they react, if one group looks relieved and the other looks concerned, you can easily tell who's on who's side. Most people won't fake their reactions to seeing a Hero if they're caught up in the moment."

Izanami gave Kirk a playful wink, "And of course, the last option is to simply follow your gut. Learn to trust your instincts, they'll often serve you well. If something feels off, it probably is. If someone seems to be hiding something, they likely are. And if all else fails, peacefully detain both parties and monitor them until police or other authorities arrive. We are technically civil servants, we can't make arrests. But we can keep people detained until law enforcement arrives and let them sort things out. Personally, I try to stick to Villains and avoid petty crime. I leave that to police, since they aren't equipped to handle Quirk wielding threats. They can sweat the small in the meantime."

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