I Feel Better With You Around

7.

(Y/N) rubbed her eyes. The smell of bacon and toast filled her nose. "Bacon... cooked at approximately 355 F°... slightly over done, but still edible- cut that out!" She knocked her head around. Her quirk usually cuts in during the morning, even when she doesn't want it to. She yawned and swung her feet over the large king sized bed, which was inside of one of the large guest bedrooms held in Mirio's home. She noticed that she was still in Mirio's sweatshirt, and took in the scent of it once more. The smell was a bit faint, but she still enjoyed it. She let her bare feet hit the ground. It chilled her to the bone surprisingly, since the room was particularly warm.

(Y/N) smoothed her hair down and fixed her glasses (unless you don't have any), while walking down the steps. The closer she came to the kitchen, the more heavenly the scent became. "Good morning!" She heard a cheerful voice call to her. (Y/N) looked up from her daze, and saw Mirio with a loving gaze aimed toward her and a plate full of food. (Y/N) blushed and smiled, "Good morning." Mirio smiled back and set the plate of food down on the counter, "Did you sleep well? You looked exhausted last night!" (Y/N) sat down on the bar stool and took a bite of bacon, "Yes, thank you," she mumbled after swallowing her bacon. "Also, can you answer my question from last night? About your quirk?" Mirio blinked worriedly and started automatically sweating at the thought of telling her. Would it scare her away from him and completely ruin his chances of becoming more than friends? "I... uh... uhm.. It allows me to slip through anything! Er... That's it!"

"It makes you slip out of your clothes. Leaving you nude. But you lost it fighting for a young girl that I'll meet later today."

Mirio nearly jumped back in shock. "How did you know that? I never told you-" she interrupted him, "I've read enough news papers to know what happened. It's my quirk." Mirio stood there, outstanded and amazed. "You can read minds?" He sputtered. "No." "Then what is it?" He gawked. "No one has given a name for it here, but people back in America did," (Y/N) shrugged.

(Y/N) (L/N):
Quirk: Detective

This quirk allows her to have the uncanny ability to figure out great secrets, if given any clues and let's her into large amounts of knowledge at a time. This can lead to being able to predict a person's actions before they happen.

Unfortunately, this power was abused back in America and causes her body to activate it at random.

Mirio stared at her wide eyed, as she just simply munched on her food with out making eye contact. "Why are you a waitress? You could be the world's greatest detective!" He shook with excitement. "Mmm," she shrugged, "I tried, but some dreams just can't come true, you know?" (Y/N) blushed and took another bite of the sweet tender bacon he had made. Mirio studied her face. She was clearly deep in thought. "How... What clues gave it away?" He watched (Y/N) close her eyes. "Your hand twitches from time to time, this is a natural side effect that scientists narrowed down as a few side effects from Shigaraki's reign of terror. Surprisingly, that type of side effect only happens when a specific type of quirk had been taken away. It was quite easy figuring out what you were trying to hide last night. Something embarrassing..." (Y/N)'s lips slowly pulled into a long smirk, "You know, I would've enjoyed seeing your quirk in action, but since it was erased I guess it wasn't meant to be."

Mirio's face was as red as a tomato and he pulled on the collar of his shirt. "I- hah- umm..." His eyes darted around the room, looking for a distraction. "I- Oh! Um- I had Nejiere drop off some of her clothes for you to wear today!" He scratched the back of his neck nervously, his eyes were still constantly flittering around the room and avoided eye contact. (Y/N) chuckled at his nervousness and blushed, "Thank you. I might as well go change now. What time are we meeting the special Eri at the mall?" Mirio's eyes sparkled, "Right! We're meeting them at 12:30, so we have a few hours." (Y/N) looked at the clock that currently said 9:30, "huh, I wasn't expecting myself to wake up so early."

"Oh, did I wake you up? If I did I'm so sorry!"

"You're fine, Mirio! It was worth waking up so early. Thank you for breakfast, by the way," (Y/N) chuckled and slid off of her stool, grabbed the clothes, and walked up the stairs. Mirio watched her go, saddened that her presence was no longer in the room. He sighed and picked up her plate with very few crumbs left on it. He placed it gently in the sink full of bubbly water, when his cellphone started vibrating. He quickly dried his hands and picked up his phone. "Lemillion, here! How can I be of service?" He cooed. "Hey there, hot shot," the voice on the phone made him cringe. He stayed silent. "Well, I called you. Aren't you gonna talk to me?" He wanted to hang up. He needed to. He could practically hear the voice on the other line lick their lips in anticipation. "C'mon, talk to me, baby! I'm using up all my time to talk to you-" Mirio pressed the red button on his phone, ending the call. The so called person on the other end had infiltrated a hospital, killed a doctor for their appearance, and used him for a very... lustful doing, while he was supposed to be doing a procedure in attempt to get his quirk back. She was a fan girl. Someone who was absolutely dying to get their hands on Mirio. He's dealt with fan girls before, but never someone at this level.

Mirio let out a deep groan, blocked the number present on his phone, and deleted whatever messages were left. If this particular fan girl were to find (Y/N), her blood could possibly be on his hands.