Perfection Of Dusk

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Stellify: to turn into or as if into a star : a place among the stars : glorify therefore deserves to be stellified by British astronomers— John Ruskin.

Sho had a perfect view of the stars from his balcony. On a perfectly lit autumn night, his elegant white curtains would flow with the wind, back and forth, side to side, waking him from his sleepy state. (Sleepy state from watching cat clips until three in the morning). The curtains would let a chilly breeze into his room, scaring the hell out of him suddenly, and making him drop his phone on his face. He would always get up, making sure he wasn't naked when he walked outside. Although it was coming into fall, it was still hot as hell and Sho didn’t want himself wrapped in a soggy blanket when he woke up.

It was like a movie when he walked through the opening spot in the curtains, the breeze ruffling his silky half black half white hair, eyes softly closing to protect his silver eyes from the cold breeze. His white and red pajamas would drift in the wind, his shirt lifting, displaying his full case of abs. Despite everyone talking about his physical appearance, Sho was adamant in saying he was on the plush size. (His trainer called bs.)

Leaning over the balcony, tilting his head up, and closing his eyes, Sho would just let the few hours of silence out in Japan calm his ever chaotic life. His dark brown skin glowing in the moonlight, his heart-shaped lips slightly opened. Somewhere down below someone honked, a dog barked, a cat hissed, and then everything went quiet. 

As he took in a gentle cool breath, filling up his lungs, something soft ran across Sho’s right cheek, the ends of the feather tickling his jawline. The breeze picked up, more powerful, but uneven. The sounds of something drumming against a body woke Sho from his trance. His eyes fluttered open, not reacting to the large creature in front of him. 

“Good Morning, Hawks.” Sho’s voice was low, a soft smile springing to his face. The large bird-like creature huffed out in annoyance, gliding down next to Sho, careful not to hit the many plants by him.

“I thought I finally gotcha,” Hawks said in annoyance, ruffling Sho’s mis-matched hair. 

“Sorry boss man, I’m the most chill person out there. Nothing can truly scare me.”

Sho had started to know the number three hero better after being entered into both the Children of Heroes Protection Services and Powerful Quirk Users Protection Program. In each program a hero would be in charge of a person’s case, either having a powerful quirk or being the child of a hero. Luckily for Sho, Hawks had liked him from the start, enjoying his chill demeanor and knowledge of all the best chicken places. 

In the Children of Hereos Protection Services, the person would get a 6-month allowance, a monthly checkup with a hero, and a weekly therapist visit. In the Powerful Quirk Users Protection Services, the person would get a weekly allowance, a six-month checkup with doctors and their pro hero, an apartment paid for by the government, and a free scholarship into any school of their choice. 

Sho considered himself lucky to have a pro hero like Hawks who checked up on him every other day. He never gave Sho a reason why he came by so much, seeing how he was so busy all the time. Just something about him being….special, yeah, special, that’s what Hawks called it.

“You’re going into Highschool in a couple of weeks, aren't you? What’s the plan, kid? Pretty exciting, right?”

“My counselor tells me I should go to UA,” Sho stated, staring back at the sky. There was uneasiness in his tone, worry in his silver blind eyes. “He told me he knows 13 would love to take me under her wing.”

Sho gave him a smug grin.

“Haha, very funny. Wing.”

“I don't know, though,” Sho mumbled, rubbing the back of his head, the buzzcut underneath his hair tickling his palm.