Wind Girl [Tatsumaki x OC]

[Chapter 3] Until the morning

It must have been about a year before he met her.

His hair wasn't as long back then, only reaching towards his cheeks, and he was a tad bit shorter.

He was expecting his hero association check, being an underpaid worker was a whole trip on it's own, and altough the check wasn't generous at all, that wasn't the thrill of it, being a hero for him was simply too much fun. Miros patiently awaited the check outside the orphanage so Ms. Yaromoi wouldn't notice him, him being a hero was already nerve wrecking enough for her as it was, knowing he was being incentivized (poorly) to fight crime would mean the jig was up for him...

The drone arrived and left him the check, that always felt a little impersonal to him but what could you do, after all, he was thankful that there was someone that cared enough about heroes to recompensate them. As usual, the drone left, and no one had suspected a thing.

In Ms. Yaromoi's eyes, he wasn't all that much of a "hero", helping old ladies cross the streets, getting cats from off high trees, taking out trash for people who couldn't and even though ocasionally did some of these things (reluctantly, as he always felt it was a waste of his time), it wasn't as exciting as the nights.

A long time ago, Miros had figured out a way to escape the orphanage at nights, where all the tough monsters roamed the streets.

He would make sure Ms and Mr Yaromoi were asleep, from a hidden compartment in his backpack, he pulled that old copy of the house key which he suspected even both had forgotten of its existence already, and simply exit the house to return before morning.

One time he had gotten caught by her, to his disbelief, she never woke up until 7:45 to make the kid's meals, so being awake at 7:00 was pretty out of the blue for both.

-"Miros, why are you outside?"

Miros prayed she didn't notice the whole black attire he wore on patrol to hide the blood of monsters, he hadn't any recolection of wearing it anywhere else, nor did she, that was the problem...

-"I thought I heard someone knocking Ms. Yaromoi, I'm very much sorry that awoke you so early..."

-"No you didn't awake me at all, I had left a kitchen pot a little too much on the edge of the kitchen and it dropped completely with a gust of wind or something... I hate being awake this early, I'll get back to sleep, you should too Miros, you have 45 minutes more to sleep from now! Better use them!"

-"Don't worry Ms, I'll be sure to do it..."- Miros used that little smile to deceive her, which she fully believed, apparently...

She was such a sweet old lady, she must have been 67 around that time, altough she looked way younger, maybe one could have estimated 55 or so. The passage of time had colored her hairs silver white, and she was a tall, tall woman...

He was thankful Mr. Yaromoi hadn't been there, he would have noticed inmediately, he wasn't a gullible man at all, even taller than Ms. Yaromoi and somehow more scary. Still, he was a caring, working man, and all the kids in the orphanage loved him, including Miros, altough he was mostly around at the house at nights. They both had ran the orphanage together since god knows when.

As he returned to his bed, he took off the stained clothes and put them under the bed. He always did his bed before Ms could, that way, she wouldn't take notice of the attire under the bed, giving him time to wash it on his own before returning it to the hidden place.

-"You're so gonna get caught one of these days..."- Said Etsuko, she was a 5 year old brunnete girl, and the only one in the house who knew his secret.

Most kids in the orphanage shared a room with a bunk bed, for him, it was this sweet little girl who always acted really protective over him, as if he was gonna get hurt one day. Miros hated it, he didn't feel the need of anyone's protection, not from a little girl anyway.