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Hey! Can i request tamaki,mirio and nejire with a s/o who have a very powerfull quirk?

From Cindy: Thanks for requesting the big three! It was interesting trying to imagine them reacting to a powerful quirk. I had fun thinking of the quirks though. I hope this is what you were looking for anon!

Mirio

Mirio had no idea just how powerful your quirk was until he’d already been dating you for a few months.

You were a support course student at a college outside of Japan, and you had met Mirio when he’d come to your school to do a study abroad program after graduating from UA High School.

You both shared some general studies classes together and Mirio began to rely on you to help him whenever he struggled with homework because you were one of the only students on campus who spoke fluent Japanese.

It was easy for you to fall for a positive and passionate person like Mirio, and he went head over heels for your kindness, smarts, and accent just as quickly.

Your tutoring sessions turned into study dates, which turned into real dates, which ended with you eventually becoming an official item.

Mirio had inquired about your quick once or twice during your time together, but you often brushed off the questions.

“It’s an emitter type quirk that isn’t very useful.”

Your hero course boyfriend never even thought to push the subject any further, but he was very surprised when he found out you had signed up for the school recruitment event that was similar to the Sports Festivals held at UA.

“Don’t they hold this event for hero students to show off and find jobs with pro hero agencies?” Mirio asked you.

“Basically,” you answered with a shrug. “But support course students can use it as a chance to show off their products as well.”

Mirio was worried that it might be a little dangerous, but couldn’t bring himself to discourage you from doing something you wanted to do.

On the day of the recruitment, Mirio makes sure to come support and cheer for you whenever he has time between the events he was participating in.

He was happy to see you doing well in one of the obstacle races until you suddenly came up to a part of the course with thick giant walls blocking the way.

None of your support items seemed to be helpful with the roadblock and it looked like you might not be able to continue the event.

Imagine Mirio’s surprise when you sigh in annoyance before reeling back your fist and punching a giant hole straight through the cement slab and walking past it as if it were just a minor inconvenience.

He’s shocked, of course, but also super excited and proud of you.

“Babe! Why aren’t you in the hero course?! Your quirk is amazing!”

You explain that controlling the sheer force of your power was more trouble than it was worth, and that making support items for heroes had always been more fulfilling for you anyway.

Mirio respects your feelings, but now that he knows how strong you are, he can’t help but ask you to work out with him from then on.

It makes him happy that he can finally do something with you that he excels at since you’d been the one helping him since the beginning.

He will also add your strength to the list of things he brags about when talking about you with other people.

Amajiki

Amajiki already knew the basics of your quirk when he met you since it was on the resume you’d used to apply as a sidekick at his agency.

He had no idea what to expect though at first since your ability to steal other people’s “kinetic energy” was pretty unique.

“Whenever I touch something that’s in motion, I absorb the energy and use it for myself!”

You could literally steal energy from ANYTHING that was moving, be it a small empty can rolling back and forth on the sidewalk or a four thousand ton train racing along its tracks at full speed.

Amajiki learned during your first patrol together that it was even more incredible as it sounded.

“Ah! My bag!” A woman’s scream drew your attention to a man running down the street with a purse he’d just stolen clutched in his arms.

Before Amajiki can even react, you are already running after the man, high fiving people walking in the opposite direction and tapping the hoods of moving cars as you run by to use their energy to boost your own speed.

You catch up with the man in the blink of an eye and tackle him, using his own speed against him to fuel your quirk. You successfully restrain him and wrestle the purse out of his arms.

“You were so fast,” Amajiki says after the incident is resolved. He means it as praise, but he can’t help but feel embarrassed that he hadn’t helped at all. “How did you overpower him though? He was twice your size.”

“I can convert the kinetic energy I collect to do anything I want!” You say happily, “that includes increasing my speed, strength, jumping power, grip and more!”

You start to remind Amajiki of Mirio with the positive energy you give off and the incredible control you master over your quirk.

He is conflicted because he admires you so much, and knows you’re an asset to his team.

On the other hand, he feels like you deserve much more than to just be his sidekick. The poor boy worries that he is holding you back.

He casually brings up the topic of you starting your own agency one day, but is surprised to see how disappointed and sad you look at the very thought.

“Is this your way of politely asking me to leave because you know I have a crush on you?”

You start to apologize for possibly making him uncomfortable and try to explain that you’d tried to keep your feelings in check, but it was hard when he was such a cool hero and amazing friend.

Your words slowly turned him into a blushing, flustered mess.

YOU had a crush on HIM?!

“No, that’s not what I meant!” He begins to stutter about how amazing he thinks you are and how you deserve more recognition, not realizing that you were getting flustered too now.

Somehow, you both make it through the nerves and agree to continue working together at the agency.

Amajiki even finds the courage to ask you on a date.

Even after dating for a while, Amajiki still gets overwhelmed by your quirk sometimes, but you make sure to encourage him and boost his self-esteem whenever possible.

Nejire

Nejire knew about you and your quirk long before you even met her.

Her curiosity about you had been peeked the moment she saw you using your mutant ability to transform into some sort of half human, half jaguar badass warrior.

Nejire’s eyes went wide when your hands and feet grew into big spotted paws with razor sharp claws, giving you the ability to run on all fours at crazy speeds, darting around like a real jungle cat.

When the cameras zoomed in, she got a glimpse of your dangerously long fangs and adorable fluffy ears. The reporter on the tv explained that when your quirk was activated, your jaw pressure was double that of an actual tiger.

Nejire became obsessed. Not only was your quirk super strong, but you also looked super cute when you were using it!

She had so many questions!

The first time she has the chance to see you in person is at the tail end of a pretty scary villain encounter.

She’d been doing her best to hold off a couple of beefed up bad guys who’d been harassing some girls when you’d shot out of nowhere, pouncing on top of the biggest looking one and pinning him to the ground effortlessly.

Her breath had caught for a moment when she saw your glowing yellow cat eyes, but she quickly recovered so she could take care of capturing the second criminal.

Once the incident was resolved, she was quick to bounce over to you and thank you for helping her out.

“You seem totally awesome!” She tells you with a huge smile, “We should definitely be friends! Do you have time to grab a bite after your patrol?”

“Um… of course!” you laugh feeling awestruck to be invited to hang out by one of the famous big three heroes from UA.

Both of you head to the nearest diner, and Nejire spends most of the time interrogating you about yourself and your quirk.

“Does it hurt when the claws and fangs grow out?” She asks. She was so excited she was bouncing in her seat. “Are the jaguar features just physical or do you get any cat like instincts too?”

Her questions could sometimes get pretty personal, but you could tell her intentions were innocent. You didn’t mind sharing information about yourself, and hoped you’d get the chance to learn more about her too.

“Hey we should totally team up again real soon!” She tells you before it’s time to head back home.

“I’d be up for that!” you smile happily at her friendliness. “And maybe we could get dinner after?”

“Oh!” She spins around in delight. “Like a date?”

“Yeah,” you nod, feeling glad she was on the same page. “Like a date.”

You both are basically inseparable from that point onward. Nejire’s playful and bubbly behavior matched your own and you found yourself spending more and more time with her both in and outside of work.

The more she learned about you and your quirk, the more enamored she became. The same was true for you about her.

Gossip magazines were calling you two a power couple even before the relationship was official.

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aki-draws-things · 3 years

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NaNoWriMo 2020 #13/14

Me being me I ended up losing control of one single prompt and it took 2 days to be completed, that ended up with a doubled word count too so the balance in that has been kept.

It was meant to be shorter, obviously, and less dark but writing dark AUs is quite funnier than expected, and turning Huaisang into the actual mastermind he is... well, it’s just a delight.

At some point while writing I encountered a scene that gave me the idea for Huaisang’s saber name, Rěnnài, to endure, patience.

As for the others, or most of them, after the Nanowrimo I will polish them, expande some scenes with more time and calmness, but I feel pretty proud about this one already.

Hope this dark, vengenful Huaisang will have all the love he deserves. <3

Day: 13-14/11/2020

Prompt: Hallucination

Ship: None

Word Count: 3506

Huaisang stood on the door of his brother's study, the room simple and tidy, almost like it belonged to no one, almost impartial. Nie mingjue must have spent a long while to fix it like that and keep it tidy, considering how his personal chamber was. Not that his brother was messy, or untidy, he simply liked to keep things within arm reach without having to move much. But there were more shelves than huaisang ever guessed, all filled with papers and books, all distant enough from the table to have him having to stand and walk over to get something. - and his brother was no new to forgetting things he needed for specific tasks until he actually needed them. Huaisang heard him groan in frustration more than he should have and always hid a smile at how forgetful he was. But that was before knowing of the sickness already latching in his mind and his core. -

The room, in its position, with a window behind the desk looking at the mountains, with the winds softly blowing and making a little purple tassel and a bell chime softly, with the shelves disposition, was quiet. Relaxing. Mind calming. - during his time in Gusu, Jiang YanLi gave mingjue and xichen the bells. She said they would be both their passage token to visit her in lotus Pier and that would have a calming effect on their mind. -

Nie huaisang noticed only when stepping closer to it that the lotus pendant on the tassel was broken in half. "Maybe it was the wind too strong." he wondered, but stopped a moment later, a new thought slipping in his mind. "maybe it broke when Da-ge died because it lost the connection." he touched the bell with a finger, no sound came from it. Jiang bells had always been special, latching to their owner like spiritual weapons.

Huaisang looked at the desk, books on one side, papers on the other, neatly folded, an old and used set of brushes and ink.

A fan closed on his seat, huaisang reached and opened it. It wasn't the one that passed from one sect leader to the next, that was now on his belt, it was… Old. Imperfect. The ink smudged here and there. It was the one nie mingjue kept at his side during most celebrative events and never opened, in favor of the sect one. That's when he still had a fan in his hand at least. But even without opening it he always kept that one on his belt. The one huaisang gave him so many years before, one of the first fans he tried to paint. Nie mingjue didn't simply keep it, he kept it within reach, a physical object able to ground him. Huaisang fell on his knees behind the desk and held the fan to his chest, shoulders shaking in silent tears he didn't think he still could shed.

"huaisang." a voice called, a familiar, comforting voice. When he looked up, eyes red and a sob stuck in his throat, his older brother was on the door, his finger pointed to a book to Huaisang's left. A light burst of wind opened the book on a specific page huaisang knew all too well. Because that was his book, no reason for nie mingjue to have it here. Because the page was the short piece of cleansing music san-ge had taught him. And suddenly huaisang understood where it had been wrong all along.

And then he understood what he was meant to do from that day on.

Revenge was something running deep in the Nie family, everyone thought it was linked to the sword spirits inhabiting their saber's but the sect's members knew better. Revenge wasn't simply the act, it wasn't the whole "an eye for an eye" thing, it wasn't a mindless attack on whoever wronged them, revenge was the most righteous of final actions. The epilogue of days and months and years of hard work to bring their enemy down piece by piece. It was a game of patience and huaisang prided himself with having plenty of it.

The truth was he resembled his brother more than people would guess, he watched him closely, he learned from him, he followed his direction more times than even nie mingjue would think. In his own way, with his own times, but he did it.

The other sects also believed that most qi deviation were caused by the connection with the sword spirit. Sure, the spirits were for most part angry, blood thirsty, they instigated their wielders to fight more and more and more. Until the wielders succumbed to the same blood thirsty. It was only that. The Nie sect trained more and harder than others, they didn't have all the rules of the gusu lan sect, but they had a few.

Their control came from discipline, their discipline came from hard work. Hard work came with concentration and concentration came with sacrifice when they had the low whispers of their spiritual weapons in the back of their heads.

Huaisang could hear his saber. She was a small, thin thing, nothing like baxia, her voice soft and tender even in her anger and huaisang knew she was angry. She blamed the world for having lost her older sister, for having been left alone in that world of snakes. She hated the world and huaisang hated it with her..

"patience is a virtue." huaisang spoke aloud in the study room alone, his words directed to the soft whisper around him.

Kill him. Let's kill him. He deserves to die. Kill the Jin snake.

She was hissing and huaisang's hand softly caressed the sheath he now always kept by his side..

"you have an impatient little blade. - nie mingjue laughed from where he was sitting in front of him, his form almost ethereal, not really there, not really gone. - teach her patience, she will listen to you." his spirit, nie huaisang studied on that for almost three weeks, lingered in the mortal realm in order to lead him through his new plans and huaisang couldn't be more happy, even if he was the only one seeing the spirit of the late sect leader.

"I'm trying da-ge, she doesn't listen."

Kill the snake. Cut his limbs one by one. Let me bathe in his evil blood. Feed me, master.

Nie huaisang took a deep breath and closed his eyes, rage seeped from the blade into him. He felt strong, he felt invincible. He felt--

"don't succumb to her emotions. You're the hand, don't become the blade." nie mingjue echoed through the room bringing him back to his sense.

"says the one who used to merge with his saber."

"I was in control, I had her trust and she had mine. Merging is something you learn with time. You're not ready yet."

Kill the snake. She hissed. KillCutDestroy.

"I will. - nie huaisang said with a smile. - just be a little more patient. It will come that day."

Nie Huaisang thought many times that his brother would be disappointed in his methods, that he would turns one day and find him shake his head but he never did it, he nodded at him, encouraged him even, he guided him through stages of meditation Huaisang ignored until then, but he had picked up his saber now, he needed it not to succumb to her whispers, and HuaiSang's saber was both eager and loud, just like any other young saber.

His days changed ever since he became Sect Leader, in the end he understood why his brother changed so much back then.

He once laughed at the thousands Lan rules, - Lan Qiren made him copy them twice just for that, and he personally kept watch as he did. Just because he laughed! And smuggled a little songbird in class. Together with erotic books. Perhaps it was just the laughter. - now he found all the rules to have their own specific meaning and purpose. He understood, he learned. He followed.

He woke up early, just a bit after sunrise, to meditate and give his respects to the previous Sect leaders, starting from his brother and their father, reciting their names in soft whispers as he bowed. Then he trained, not to become stronger but to gain control on his saber, to gain her trust and loyalty, to bind her to himself until his last breath. Dealing with people was something he still didn’t like, dealing with other sects, big or minor, was even worse. He cared for Qinghe, of course he did, and he cared a lot, but they couldn’t show up for every minor inconvenience. That was when the old mask of the one people called “Head-shaker” was back on his face. He was little, he was useless, he didn’t know. He would shake his head and mutter in panic, his favorite fan in his hands, his saber laying hidden under the desk, trembling slightly in amusement at her wielder’s act, or in rage whenever Jin GuangYao showed up in Qinghe to talk or to check on Huaisang.

Liar. Snake. Killkillkill.

Huaisang almost gave in a couple of times, he felt her, the energy rising, his qi boiling, he felt himself tuning out the words Jin guangyao was speaking.

Mingjue was always there, sitting invisible beside him, a calming hand over his arm, calm as he never had been before. Calm now because his little brother needed him more than ever. - huaisang should have guessed by then that no spirit murdered so viciously by their sworn brother would be that calm. Perhaps deep down he knew already, and still he kept the spirit by his side. -

The first time was weird. He knew what was happening, he recognized it, he thought back at everything his brother taught him over the years, about control and redirecting his energy in the right direction.

But Jin guangyao was speaking, and speaking, and speaking and nie huaisang saw red. Not in the metaphorical sense, but literally. Everything was tuned in a red hue.

"just a minor deviation.” The healer said when he came back to his senses in his bed, Jin guangyao and lan xichen on the door, looking concerned, his saber nowhere to be seen.

"it's still in the council room." his brother said, sitting on the edge of the mattress, a pained look on his face. "heavens, is that how it feels to watch your brother go into a qi deviation? No wonder you were always so worried."

"it was a small one. No need to make that face." he said, and he would've reached out even, to touch the spirit despite knowing all too well his hand would pass through it, but, he realized, he wasn't alone, and now the two other sect leaders and the healer turned to look at him.

"huaisang…" Jin guangyao started.

"no need to worry. Really. Stop."

Leave. Leave. Leave. Snake.

"please leave… I'm tired. I would like to rest a little." he slid back down on the mattress and turned.

Kill him. Now. Now.

"No. - he whispered to himself, too low for them to hear as they left the room. - not yet. Patience, my dear… Patience."

I'm patient. She whispered in his mind as huaisang drifted to sleep. That's my name, master. Rěnnài.

How fitting. He thought falling asleep, his brother's spirit looking over him with a soft smile.

"you need to be more careful. You're too young to start having qi deviations." mingjue told him one day. He increased the meditation time, and the training, Rěnnài was almost a constant whisper by then, not only in anger whenever Jin GuangYao was around, but kind, and sweet, an almost purring sound when he felt distressed and she didn't want to talk.

"you were younger, Da-ge."

"I witnessed our father being murdered."

"I witnessed you being murdered."

"no, you didn't." and there wasn't blame or scolding in his voice, huaisang saw how he lowered his eyes and looked away.

"I did. That last deviation, in jinlintai…"

"I didn't die that day."

Huaisang turned, leaving the letter for lan xichen on the desk unfinished.

"what do you mean?" he asked, words clear, eyes dark. "you were alive? I could have saved you?"

Mingjue didn't answer.

Memories were strange. Most spirits didn't have many memories, some of them, spirits tainted by yin energy had twisted memories, what they really thought was true. MingJue's spirit was strange. He remembered details of their shared past, not much about the time before Huaisang's birth, not much about the Sunshot campaign either, and he remembered his death. But he remembered it in the way huaisang slowly discovered it. Somehow he was never angry, not at him, not at his enemies, not at his sworn brothers. It was like all the resentful energy had been taken by his saber, not locked in the Nie Tomb. Baxia had been the reason the legend of the man-eating tomb had been restored. She was angry, she was furious and thirsty for blood. Uncontrollable. Bleeding yin energy and letting it seep in the stones and on the ground, howling for an ancient pain and sorrow. Baxia cried, and her cries shook the earth and the mind of whoever tried to get closer.

The spirit looked ethereal, innocent, untouched by any evil. Pure and kind as he watched his brother plan a year's long revenge. It was the mingjue huaisang remembered from childhood, the young boy always by his side, hiding gifts for him be they sweets or a new brush, or even a little bird he found on the ground. The spirit was a memory. Huaisang knew and didn't care.

"I'm going to cut him in pieces." he said, fingers gently caressing the blade red with the blood of the demon he took down in the night hunt, his face blank, eyes dark and dangerous. "limb after limb. I will bury him in ashes and forbid his soul to ever return."

Voices ran fast in the cultivation world. There were words about darkness, a mist surrounding the unclean realm, coldness enveloping Qinghe in a tight embrace. People of Qinghe never noticed the difference and the Nie sect remained powerful even with the head-shaker as their leader. But the head-shaker was no fool and spread even more words around, watching them unfold and travel.

"grief is clouding your mind, huaisang." lan xichen said once. "I don't blame you for that, we've all been too young when the weight of our sects fell on us, but it's been years, your sect needs you and—"

"what are you trying to say, Er-ge? - remain calm, huaisang. Calm. Xichen is a friend, he tries to help you, he always did. - should I dismiss mourning robes for something else just because other sects would feel better than to see the little sect leader still wearing white?"

Xichen hesitated briefly.

"of course I'm not asking you that, just… try to restrain your grief, just a little. For yourself first and foremost."

"he means well, huaisang." mingjue whispered by his side.

Rěnnài growled, her hilt almost white-hot in huaisang's hold, his qi flaring up in a rage he had never experienced before. That was it. That was the point of no return.

He took a deep breath and held his saber in his hand before bowing to lan xichen.

"I'm sorry. - no, I'm not. You forced my hand in that. - thank you Er-ge." for showing me the way to take from now on.

Revenge took a different path since that instant. Huaisang had always liked Lan XiChen in the past, but his words were too similar too close to what Jin GuangYao told him, Lan Xichen had always been too close to Jin GuangYao over the years, even before they became brothers, when he was still Meng Yao. He trusted him when he was inside the Qishan Wen Sect, he trusted him every time Nie MingJue said he shouldn’t. Foolishly Huaisang had trusted him too.

“That had never been your fault, Didi.” His brother said, his hand caressing his hair, he could almost feel him, it was almost like he was really there. “He’s always been good with words.”

“You told Er-ge about the music…” It wasn’t a question, yet Nie MingJue nodded

“I’m hardly an expert, - He told him sitting beside Huaisang and letting his eye navigate the desk and the letter he was writing. - but I had my own training in music too. I may not place the exact difference, but I knew there was something. But XiChen… Xichen trusted Yao too much. He trusted him over me.”

“And he will pay for that.” Huaisang assured him. “He will pay the second higher price.”

He sealed the letter and gave it to a raven that would deliver it without failing. As the bird flew over the walls of the Unclean Realm Nie Huaisang smiled. The last part of his revenge was now in motion and no one ever suspected him. Not even Wei WuXian when he met him after the resurrection in the poor, lonely Jin bastard Mo XuanYu. The boy was kind, he was sweet and shy and, beside falling in love with the wrong person one time, he did not deserve the treatment he got from both the Jin Sect and the Mo family. He had been so easy to convince, he had nothing to lose and, in all truth, everything to gain. Nie Huaisang felt a pang of guilt at that. His first, innocent blood for a revenge that would shake earth and heavens if needed.

“Did I step too far?” He asked one evening as he was getting ready for bed.

“Depends on what you consider too far, Didi.”

“Disciples are starting to say my sickness is getting worse. And my temper is no better.”

“And what do they know, in truth?” Nie MingJue wondered. “Of the pain we had to endure, and the long path to revenge. Let them speak.”

“Mo XuanYu was innocent. And I pushed him to perform the ritual.”

“He could have refused.”

“He wouldn’t have. I’ve been… convincing.” Nie Huaisang sighed sitting on the bed and looking at his brother standing by the window.

“There are three things that could have happened with the ritual, Huaisang. Remember what I taught you about purification?”

“That wasn’t a purification ritual. The opposite.” He complained.

“He could have refused. And things would have gone differently, revenge would have been postponed. - Huaisang nodded slightly. - He could have tried and failed.”

“For all XuanYu was a poor cultivator there was no way for him to fail if he followed all the passages. The papers I gave him contained every single thing to do and say, how and when.”

“You’re missing one point. He had to want it. His heart had to want what he was doing. His soul and his energy had to be in perfect balance. Without wanting it he would have failed. Just like purifications.”

Huaisang sighed.

“Well, everything worked out as expected anyway, right?”

“Right.”

Nie Huaisang sat on the stairs of the temple as the inside halls were ablaze, his plan finally unfold and not a secret anymore, the people that once knew him were now eying him warily but he didn’t care. Jin GuangYao was dead, he was finally dead, gone. For good. He held the hat smeared with blood in his hands, squeezed it, Rěnnài was purring low in his mind, satisfied the snake was finally dead, even if not by her own blade.

Sister will be at peace now. She hummed and Huaisang breathed out slowly. Yes, Baxia will finally be able to rest, her rage quited by his death.

His brother too.

He looked up, in the middle of the courtyard Nie MingJue was waiting, he cocked the head and smiled, Baxia was stripped on his back for the first time since his spirit appeared to Huaisang.

“What now?”

“Why?” Lan Xichen asked, voice strangled in his throat, he sat next to Huaisang and didn’t look at him.

“Mh? Why what? Why I orchestrated all of that?” Huaisang asked, eyes still fixed on his brother, almost fearing he would disappear now that he was finally avenged. “He trusted you, Er-ge. Da-ge trusted you more than anyone else, and you dismissed his worries.”

“I… I never wanted that to happen…”

“No one did, and yet here we are. Let’s be honest, Sect Leader Lan, you brought this on yourself, I walk away with a clean conscience, whether you believe it or not.”

He stood and walked up to the middle of the courtyard stopping briefly next to his brother.

“Are you going to leave now?”

“I think you know the answer already.” Huaisang looked away and sighed.

“Of course I do, of course. - He looked at MingJue one last time before the figure dissolved from his sight. - You’ve never been really here to begin with.”

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musutofu · 5 years

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【 Dating Mirio 】

Mirio is his own person with dreams and ambitions, all of which were realized by himself alone. He may have people that expect certain things of him but in the end it’s his decision on whether or not he lives up to their expectations. He’s confident in himself and doesn’t need anyone to confirm his achievements or self worth. He’s worked hard for everything he has and in the end it was all by himself. Mirio isn’t afraid to stand alone when it comes down to it, but he’s also not a solitary person. He’s goofy, energetic, and arguably quite eccentric at times and his extroverted personality tends to draw people in like moths to open flames. But out of all those people there are only a select few he would truly consider close companions. Fans are one thing but friends and family are another.

There are many people Mirio can consider acquaintances but only a slim few he’d truly think of as friends, and even then there’s only one that he can trust unconditionally. To worm your way so far into Mirio’s head that he’s considering speaking freely to you in the same way he talks to Amajiki means you’ve more than proven yourself to be the kind of person Mirio wants to surround himself with. Not even Nejire comes close to how he feels about you the longer the two of you interact; contrary to the popular belief that two thirds of the Big Three are dating.

That fact is made crystal clear to you early on so you never have to feel like second best or that you’re competing with another person for a place in his heart. Because even as Mirio tolerates and even enjoys Nejire’s company, she can be overbearing and her motormouth will let just about anything that pops into her head flow uninhibited which does not make for the best of confidants. It’s one of the things about you that drew Mirio in. To him, you exude a sense of security that calms and comforts him. It’s the same feeling he likes to think his presence offers Amajiki and to think he’s found what he himself has offered to his closest friend for so many years will have Mirio falling for you hard and fast though he may not show it at first. His relationship with Amajiki is platonic and he doesn’t want to lose what he has with you simply because he couldn’t reign in his emotions.

Beating around the bush isn’t beneficial to anyone and Mirio isn’t keen on wasting time, so his plan to ask you out is as simply as it can be without devaluing the question. It’s simple and sweet and does its job of kickstarting your relationship, but also lures you into a false sense of Mirio wanting a low maintenance relationship of little romance which couldn’t be further from the truth. It more so happened that way because Mirio was uncertain of your standing and your feelings towards him. For so long the two of you walked the fine line between friends and lovers and he wasn’t certain if you were interested in making that leap. But now that he knows Mirio will gladly go the extra mile to put a smile on your face.

Cliché dates like festivals and arcades are Mirio’s go-to because it gives him an excuse to give you gifts without trying to explain away why he did it without the guise of a special occasion. You’ll still receive small gifts on random days that hold no significance, but it’s easier for you to accept a teddy bear he won fair and square during a game of skeeball than a ring he bought because he thought it’d look nice on you. It makes special occasions like your birthday and anniversary that much more exciting because Mirio pulls out all the stops to give you a magical day that trumps all his other average dates and smaller gifts. You’ll never have to wonder if romance is dead with Mirio constantly giving you bouquets of your favorite flowers and matching rings engraved with your names.

Once the two of you official cross the line into more intimate territory where kissing and subtle touches aren’t such a bashful event your personal space is officially signed over to Mirio. His large frame is like a comforting shadow as he always lingers close to you when you’re together, a hand always touching you in some way; fingers tangled together or guiding you with a hand on your back. It’s worse behind closed doors. When it’s just the two of you in the privacy of your own space general modesty is also thrown out the window after a while. Mirio is always laying on top of you or folding his large body to lean his head against your shoulders or chest. And due to his Quirk leaving him naked–something he’s constantly training hard to minimize–after prolonged periods of combat, Mirio has no reservations about being in varying states of undress in situations where it wouldn’t come off as rude and it’s very hard to argue with a half naked wall of pure muscle cuddling you into a couch.

Though the need to always be available to offer assistance has always been in his nature and only hammered home more by his Hero training, Mirio finds it quite easy to keep himself from offering help whenever he catches you doing something particularly difficult. The thought of you struggling with anything, especially when he is so readily there to help, isn’t something he finds amusing but he enjoys watching you try to do it on your own which you usually can. Watching how you solve problems and work around any obstacle you encounter is what’s entertaining for him. He finds it endearing to see how your brain works. If something is too high do you do the more dangerous thing and climb counters and shelves or do you get a proper stool? If the faucet is leaky do you try to turn the knobs completely off or do you immediately reach for a wrench? It’s the little things like that that remind him why he’s so in love with you.

Checking in with each other has become a sort of unspoken rule between the two of you. If plans change you have to tell someone. Simple as that. Even if it’s a minor inconvenience that won’t last more than a few minutes like a train being delayed or getting stuck in traffic, it’s important to keep each other in the know. Mirio isn’t a particularly paranoid person but he can never be too careful when it comes to your safety. He’s learned firsthand how much can change in a matter of minutes and he’d rather save himself the distress of wondering why you didn’t arrive when you said you would. It’s also something to keep you sane when Mirio is out doing anything related to Hero work which is an inherently dangerous job. Just seeing little text updates and quick phone calls when you have the time gives both of you peace of mind.

It’s pretty difficult to get into an argument with Mirio, actually it’s closer to impossible. The most heated interactions between the two of you can barely be classified as fights. They’re always wars between Mirio’s logic and his need to please. He’s quick to admit when he’s wrong and apologize before jumping to fix whatever problem he’s caused to the best of his abilities but if it is you that’s in the wrong he’ll try to rationally lay out why he isn’t at fault and expect you to be mature enough to own up to your own actions and take responsibility for the problems you might have caused. And if you’re in too confrontational a mood to act maturely during such disputes Mirio has no problem giving you space to stew and think over what he’s said while he waits for you to come to him when you’ve cooled off. Things rarely escalate that far but even when they do Mirio isn’t quick to anger. The most either of you really feel during your so-called fights are annoyance.

Mirio doesn’t say I love you too often or not enough. There’s a perfect balance between him showing you through his actions and telling you with his words. Mirio is secure in the knowledge that you know he adores you and you him, so to expect to constantly be blurting it out as a form of cheap validation almost devalues the weight of the words. But if you ask him to say it he won’t hesitate to do so with a smile.

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