So This Is Love

Chapter 21

The Hero Public Safety Commission's main boardroom was packed. Abiteth had never seen so many heroes gathered in one place. Those that were scheduled to patrol the streets of Musutafu would get the low-down from their coworkers once the meeting the Muses had called was adjourned.

"Deviore!!"

Abiteth glanced up - then smiled, and waved. Nemuri - or Midnight, as she was better known - was sitting at one of the tables across from the Steatoda Agency. After a subtle nod from Hana, Abiteth got up and walked swiftly over to the U.A. teacher's table.

"Midnight! How are you?" she leaned against the table next to the other woman, acknowledging Shota with a nod.

"Oh, you know, doing quite alright, I was just wondering if you were free to go for supper tomorrow evening~?" Nemuri, ever since meeting Abiteth, had never passed up on the opportunity to flirt. She had to laugh at the question, shaking her head in amusement - but Abiteth's eyes swept over Nemuri's form, obvious enough that Nemuri pushed out her chest, tilting her shoulders so that some of her black hair fell over one.

Naturally, Abiteth's initial draw to the older woman had been purely physical: her tits and her thighs in particular, and that luscious black hair cascading down her back. As Abiteth had gotten to know her a bit better, she found herself even more attracted. While Nemuri was often criticized and written off for her sultry demeanor and overly suggestive hero costume, Abiteth had found her to be kind, and caring. She was confident and carried herself with enviable professionalism in dire situations, able to keep her colleagues calm with and without the use of her quirk. Abiteth felt envious, sometimes, of Nemuri's ability to go from ga-ga and gawking to mature and commanding at the drop of a hat.

If not for the fact that Greyve had made a move, Abiteth may have been swept up by the older woman's charms.

"No, Miss Midnight, I am not," she finally answered Nemuri's question, laughing again when Nemuri bemoaned the gentle rejection.

Shota spoke up, "we haven't seen you for quite some time, Deviore."

"We haven't, Eraserhead - how's being a teacher holding up for you?" she gave him her attention - and again, Shota was another hero she had gravitated toward, perhaps more so than any other. He'd visited her every day last year when she had been hospitalized - an event she had never mentioned to Dabi. At that time, the two of them hadn't been talking much.

He was incredibly handsome with his rugged looks, long wavy hair draped over his shoulders. His quirk had led to many villains underestimating him, but his physique and combat prowess was quick to put any villain in their place.

Truthfully, Abiteth admired him, and if she had met him sooner - well, he'd have had more of a chance than Greyve had. His overall calm demeanor, dark humor, and quick wit would have won her over in a heartbeat, coupled with the care and dedication he had shown her after having only been in a rescue situation with her once.

He shrugged, though a small smile pulled at his lips, "could be better, could be worse. As much as I hate to admit it, being a teacher suits me."

Abiteth hummed in agreement. Movement at the doorway caught her eye and she looked, then quickly excused herself back to her table, "I'll talk to you after the meeting if we're given a moment to spare!"

Shota, and Nemuri waved as Abiteth quickly scurried back to her seat.

Greyve was the first to walk in, expression schooled. He was acknowledged by the other heroes, sharing a nod in particular with Enij, and took his place at the podium.

Desdemona followed next, a tablet in her hand. She took a seat on the stage behind Greyve, and immediately opened up her tablet. It was hooked up to the projector from there, and she made quick work about pulling up their presentation - for now, it looked to be mostly images. Outside of her hero life, Desdemona was a doting, motherly figure, if a little more on the abrasive side.