Icy Bugs (Hayley + Maxi)

It had been a pretty nice day up to that accursed, violent moment. All that Maximilian desired, on that sunny, yet cold day, was to buy himself that huge tub of ice cream that he had seen on a promotional flyer he found on a short trip to his mailbox. He had moved to his new dorm not even two days ago, and yet, advertisement companies already knew where he lived. He simply could not escape them and, this one time, he was actually grateful, for once, that he couldn't. 

Now, with a huge smile, completely uncorrupted by his usual perversion or love for anime, he was walking home with a slight jumpyness to his step, humming to himself some anime opening theme that he particularly liked. Such distraction, however, could only spell problem for him. He bumped into three new adults, right on the alleyway he was instinctively taking as a shortcut back to his dorm, whom seemed to be rounding mid-twenties, more or less. Quirkless, of course, seeing how they reacted when they realized that the boy who just bumped into them had skin as cold as ice and, not only that, the air around them began getting progressively colder. They reacted badly, real badly. They soon started to scream about the fact he was a mutant freak, the type they hated the most. That he should be sent to containment camps, contained, experimented on and shot, nothing else. 

Such hurtful words fell on deaf ears, due to the fact that, unlike the losers in front of him, he actually had loving parents who taught him that his quirk was a blessing, that he should never feel shame about it and those who spoke out against him with such hateful words were insecure, nothing else.

A smirk came upon his face as he was picking his left ear with his left pinky finger, his snark getting the better of him as he plucked out a sizeable, positively disgusting wax ball out of it, his eyes turning to them. "Do excuse me, I couldn't hear your pathetic rambling." He snarkily said, his lips puckering up as he blew it right onto the face of the one in the middle, and the one who was the most outspoken on his blatant hatred. He continued, his confidence showing quite clearly. "Please, do keep telling me about your baseless hatred." He let out as his lips curled into a poisonous smile, taunting them to start up a fight against him. And start they did, falling into incoherent rampling about him being a "retarded, super-powered brat", attempting to kick, punch and even tackle him. 

Except, well, he was a super-powered brat for a reason. Around him, seemingly from the ground, due to the fact that he had bought enough time for the air to fall to proper temperatures through simply ignoring their complaining, an ice orb formed around him, constituted by rough, sturdy walls made out of several triangular edges, the most stable and durable of shapes. 8th grade Geometry serving him well. To push forward his cockyness, even if it was unecessary and simply wasted valuable stamina, an ice chair formed under him as he sat on it, humming to himself as he waited for them to give up, for them to realize how stupid they were and to simply leave. 

Although his posture was almost broken as they stopped for a second and started reaching for the biggest, toughest objects they could see on that alleyway. Rocks, bats and one even picked up a broken pipe were considered to be used to break his wall. As he slightly grit his teeth to prepare his own body to spend a large amount of stamina reinforcing his wall, that was, until someone appeared to save him. 

A biker with a weirdly feminine voice stood before him, separating him from the guys with her own presence. Although his circumstance was not that dire yet, it was definitely appreciated, specially after he noticed, from what he could see from around her that they were starting to leave, deeming them to be "too stupid" to care. From his view, excuses to hide their insecurities.

Now, to get out of his shield, since he wasn't strong enough to actually destroy it himself, he had to telekinetically move it. He slowly raised the shield he created, his head hurting a bit from the effort, dropping it next to him as it broke into a million pieces, startling the poor boy, although he made sure not to let out any noise, in fear it'd sound too feminine. "Eh.. thank you for the help. Who are you?" He asked, a slightly shaky voice from him due to the slight tiredness he was getting hit with, along with the effort from having to control such a large ice creation of his. He hoped it wasn't too noticeable.

This covered up biker stranger was definitely incredibly cool by his standarts, even if this person had a slightly affeminate voice and a REALLY foul mouth. Not his favorite things, he liked politeness, even when doing less-than-reccomendable stuff like perving on someone.  

Now, this stranger's name was "Vespa". From what he knew, it meant "Wasp" in some latin-basede languages which, arguably, was quite an impressive naming job for someone he at first thought to be a simple thug with good intentions. Maybe he was under-estimating her which, realistically, was quite rude and he shamed himself for it, secretely, of course. "A pleasure to meet you, hero!~" He said, knowing fully well how much any of these vigilantes would love to be called heroes, which was what they truly wanted to be, at least, he thought. 

Now, an even bigger surprise fell upon him: there was a reason why this stranger seemed to have such an affeminate voice since, the moment she raised her visor, he could see it clearly, even if it was just the eyes! A pervert like him could tell instantly, such strong, yet adorable eyes could only belong to a woman! He fanboyed internally as he quickly took his phone out, knowing fully well how weird a camera would look. "Please, take a selfie with me!" He pleaded, using the "fan" thing as an extra excuse, walking over to her and holding her side as if she was just a guy, not falling on the mistake of putting his hand too close to her breasts. Instead, like a properly intelligent perv, he just pushed the side to himself, since he was just hugging his "hero". He raised the phone, smiling happily. "Ready?" He asked, his eyes darting to the side to stare into hers.