Izuku was fairly certain that his heart rate didn't drop back down to normal levels until he and Mirio were about three blocks away from the agency building.
"Are you all right?" the older student asked, humor clear in his tone.
Izuku huffed out a sharp breath.
"Mirio. Senpai." He jabbed an accusing finger in Mirio's rather bemused direction. "I love you, but I can also never forgive you for this. Sir Nighteye is terrifying."
"Surely it wasn't that bad."
"You're right." Izuku leaned back against the nearest wall, closing his eyes. "It was worse."
Mirio laughed at his theatrics, somehow making it warm and welcoming rather than pointedly cruel as so many people in Izuku's life before UA had.
Their patrol was taking them on a wide circuit of the main streets of the city. Sir Nighteye and Bubble Girl were taking a separate patrol of their own in the opposite direction. Izuku was mostly following in Mirio's trail currently, still slightly intimidated by this whole situation.
The older student tossed a two finger salute at a passing pedestrian, his distinctive walk making his long red cape swing back and forth in time with his footsteps.
Mirio's costume was vibrant and confident, much like himself. The bold lines of red and white accentuated his height and strength, projecting a sort of friendly challenge to any who saw him.The cape was also fun. Izuku supposed that since he could turn intangible at will, there wasn't much danger of it getting tangled or snagged on things.
"I like your costume," Mirio said, as if sensing the direction his thoughts had gone. "Very sensible!"
"Thanks," Izuku said, smoothing a hand down the front of his jumpsuit. He'd added braces to his legs and extra support around his forearms and elbows right before the Licensing Exam, and that choice seemed to be paying off so far. The only real flair he'd kept was his stylized mouthguard and the hood attached to his jumpsuit. He liked the reminder of his first costume, so lovingly made by his mom, and Mei, who had helped him design this one, had said something about "keeping an identifiable silhouette on an otherwise fairly simple design?" Which he supposed made sense. He also liked the homage to his mentor. It almost felt like he was carrying a little piece of All Might with him wherever he went.
"Oh! By the way." Mirio tilted his head to look down at Izuku as the two of them continued their walk, the sunlight reflecting off of his gold visor. "Hero names! We never shared. What's yours?"
"O-oh." Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish smile swimming up. "It's Deku."
"Huh." Mirio paused, turning fully to Izuku as the two of them came to a full stop. "That's an interesting thing to try to live up to. You're really sure?"
Izuku couldn't help but smile.
"Yeah," he said, sincere. "It's me taking back something that I should have a long time ago."
Mirio patted him on the back enthusiastically, accidentally knocking Izuku a step forwards as he did so.
"Good on you! That's a real sign of a true hero, right there."
Izuku felt his face heat slightly at the open compliment. He tried to hide it by turning his head under the pretense of scoping out the street in front of them, nodding an acknowledgement to a nearby civilian who had waved at him upon recognizing the pair of them as heroes.
"A-ah, thanks. What about your hero name?"
"Lemillion!"
Izuku turned to look back at the older student, blinking.
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In His Element(s) || avatar / bnha
Aventura""So... one more time." Shouta pinched the bridge of his nose, regretting both waking up this morning and possibly existence in general. "You're the spiritual avatar of an entirely different world, and in the process of keeping the peace with said s...
