Sunset//ing

5//Old names

POV. mirio/third person

The day was great! I couldn't wait to see Amaji-Tamaki. again tomorrow, now that we are the new super best friends it felt good to know that Tamaki trusted him, he could even swear to see a carefree smile when saying goodbye at the exit. His father arrived just seconds later, he practically jump into his seat in the back of the car. He had so much to tell!

M.-• "Dad! today was- something great happened! I was with- well we were at recess- and then! what happened- when we were-"

The words seemed to go slower compared to his tongue, they were stuck when they came out, and Mirio seemed to want to jump as he moved his fisted hands up and down with great energy.

A.T-• "Hey hey calm down champ! we have all the way to talk, what happened at recess?"

M.-• "We were playing when some older children arrived, they weren't so kind... but- suddenly we were all angry and Tamaki got sad and ran to the bathrooms"

His father looked at him in the mirror reflection at the mention of the older children, but taking a look at Mirio decided to let him finish his anecdote.

M.-• "I went after him, even when the others told me no, then we talked- well, we weren't talking face to face because he was hiding in a cubicle, but he was saying some weird things... At the end we got to be super best friends! He told me I could call him by his first name!"

A.T-• "Really? That's great Mirio! I'm glad things will turn out well, though... why didn't the others want you to go after him?"

M.-• "Oh! that was even weirder! They say something about... tentacles?"

A.T-• "Tentacles?!"

His father turned to look at him in confusion before turning his gaze back to the road.

M.-• "Yes! very strange...."

A.T-• "Could it have to do with your friend? Do you know what his quirk is?"

Now that he mentioned it, Tamaki rarely talked about his quirk, the only time he heard anything about it was a few stutters and a few simple words to describe it, "food" and "appear" were some he could remember, it's probably something more complicated than that, but he didn't have the heart to push him into talking some more, thus leaving the subject of quirks unfinished.

M.-• "I'm not sure..."

The rest of the way was silent, unanswered questions wandered through Mirio's mind, and his father seemed intrigued by what his son had to say. Arriving home, the smell of food greeted him at the door, his shoes flew and fell to the floor without concern. In the blink of an eye, Mirio was already seated and ready to eat, his father upon seeing him simply let out a light air sight, the plates were placed carefully, as the food was still somewhat hot.

The table and kitchen were not very big, cozy, would be the word to define his home, there were vases with beautiful plants around the whole house, the fresh air covered his lungs, the color of the walls was a timid blue, there were photos of his family, the table was decorated with a tablecloth with a pattern of lemons, the three seats were a reddish tone almost going unnoticed.

Mirio relished every spoonful of food, his Father pretend not to notice as he pushed the peas aside, the sound of Mirio's laughter as he recounted any other little detail of his day, how he walked across a ladybug, or that he was the first to finish a drawing in his art class, it filled him with joy. His boy reminded him in some strange way of the sunflowers that he once left to his most loved one, on one side of the cold dirt that now cover their image.