Cat Got Your Tongue?-Originally by _gina17_

The Mission

"Well, I haven't seen you in a while, Emi. How have you been fairing?" A kind older woman asked sat as she sat opposite the couch, where a younger woman lay.

In her early fifties, she was with gray hair and a pair of wiry glasses on the bridge of her small nose. She wore a light green blouse with white pants and a floral necklace around her neck.

"I could be better, I guess," The younger woman stated as she traced the cracks in the ceiling, "To be honest, I'm not sure how I feel. My brain feels like a labyrinth that no one can sort through."

The room was ancient. Creaky floors and cracked ceilings surround the room; however, the old lady made it comfortable as she had painted the walls a light golden hue and added lamps that gave off a warm, blissful light. The light brown, shaggy carpet rested in the middle of the floor is the same color, that of the couch the young female Pro Hero lay.

"Please. Continue," The old woman said as she pulled out a clipboard and pen from beside her.

"Well, my day started great," Emi said with a sigh.

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The soft chirping beep echoed throughout the room, waking the young woman from her fit-full slumber. With a gasp, Emi shot up and grabbed the alarm-hurling it across the room with an angered scream.

The machine crashed against the wall, making its final beep before shutting down. Emi sat in the semi-dark room, heavily breathing as she attempted to calm herself down.

"Why am I even up right now?!" She furiously thought as she pulled herself out of bed. She scratches her head tentatively, and she stumbles into the bathroom and flips on the lights.

What she saw nearly made her scream again. The glass mirror seemed to reflect a hideous beast. Her brain clicked as she realized it was just her bedhead.

Reaching for her white comb, she began to smooth out her tangled and frizzy seafoam green hair. She soon set to work on eliminating the dark bags that lay dormant under her emerald eyes.

Emerging into her dark kitchen, she flipped on the lights and went to the fridge to grab the gallon of milk and stale Chex-Mix, to create a delicious breakfast.

Time passes, and soon it was time for work.

She was dawning her hero outfit, a black tank top that wrapped snuggly against her neck, as well as a baggy pair of clown-like shorts striped green and orange that went up to her stomach and down a few inches on her thigh. A black corset decored with smiling pins bound her slim waist.

She headed out, locking the door to her apartment behind her. Emi caught the bus to Ketsubutsu Academy and began her stressful-yet typical day.

School ended, and she went to the police station to revive a conjoined assignment with multiple other Pro Heroes to take down a lethal diamond thief known as The Mask.
She sat down at the briefing and tried not to let her tiredness show. She dawned her fake smile and began excitingly chatting with her colleagues.

Of her peers, she saw The Lock Hero: Rock Lock, Kamui Woods, The Mineyama Hero: Mt. Lady, and last but very not least, The Erasure Hero: Eraserhead.

"Hey, my love!" She enthusiastically exclaimed as she approached the stoic man with a smile.
To anyone else, he looked like a mess. He had shaggy black hair that reached past his shoulders and looked as if he hadn't seen a brush since the Stone Age. His eyes appear to be severely strained, and it looked like he hadn't had a good night's rest in weeks. His eyes narrowed, and he wore a deep frown. Under his right eye is a deep scar from protecting his students during the USJ (Unforeseen Simulation Joint) Incident.