somethin' fierce ☁︎︎ hawks

001

yumeko's p.o.v

today had been a long one - and now, i was lay on a bench on the side of a main road, swarmed by unnecessary paramedics checking up on me to see if i was okay, and it's not that i didn't appreciate the concern, it was just a little overwhelming to have so many people around me after such a big fight.

oh, right - i haven't even introduced myself yet. my name is yumeko nakashima, also known as the limbo hero; purgatory. at the moment, i'm the number 7 hero - and today there was a pretty tough fight that the number 5, miruko, who i knew as rumi usagiyama, and i had to handle ourselves because our friends, hawks and endeavour, were probably somewhere on their asses again. yeah, they do their bit as the number 1 and 2 heroes, but their always somewhere inconvinient when rumi and i need their help. i knew i'd have to nag keigo when i got home.

keigo and i have known each other since we were kids, he's a year older than me. we grew up at the commission with endeavour's kid, touya todoroki - and the three of us stayed close. keigo and i even moved in together after we left the commission site - i went on to become a teaching assistant at u.a, keigo opened his own agency - however one of us did end up on the wrong side of the tracks, even went as far as to change his identity and dye his hair black. talk about emo, right? that person was touya - or dabi - which is the name he likes to go by now.

i sat up on the bench i had been lay down on and gently pushed away the paramedics, "i'm fine, everyone. " i confirmed, with a smile. "it's only a few scratches and bruises, i think i just need to rest up a little."

the group all flashed me looks of uncertainty, but i threw them a thumbs up back, along with a bright smile to reassure them. it was then that my head turned, i'd noticed that rumi had already vanished. "huh... so much for manners." i grumbled to myself, an unsurprised smile crossing my lips. it was so like her to disappear like that - probably the result of hawks' habits rubbing off on her or something.

i stood up fully and made my way through the group around me, then looked to the criminals that miruko and i had helped capture earlier as i walked past. i sighed. who would ever want to do that to themselves in today's society? ruin their lives by becoming villains, outcasts, criminals. since all might retired, small time crooks and villains have been a lot more active, most of them wouldn't even flinch at the sight of high-ranked heroes anymore.

once i was a little out of range from the scene, i held out my left arm and activated the demonic strand of my quirk, black markings travelled around my arm, forming a large wing - despite knowing now would be the best time to rest my quirk and it wasn't wise to use it, all i wanted to do at the moment was get home, shower and go to sleep. i was exhausted already. i swiftly swung the arm enveloped inside a black wing, emmitting a purple aura downward, and as a reaction i was proppelled into the air. i landed on the roof of a tall building and ran across to the other side, leaping up and swinging down again. once in the air, i mirrored the wing on my left arm onto my right and was a little more steady.

i had been in the air for around 5 minutes when my arms begin to burn, signalling that i was overusing my quirk. i lowered myself down onto a metal beam that was supporting some scaffolding, and retracted the black markings that were covering my arms - i looked down at them, they had become a hot, irritated red. i sat there for a couple minutes, waiting for the stinging sensation on my right cheek and arm to go away. yes, i did say my cheek. activation of the demon quirk also comes with a marking that i can't control, along my right cheek and jaw. it's always there, and i can't get rid of it - i can only expand it. my father had a similar one on the left side of his forehead, although i only remember it vaguely - similarly, the goddess quirk, which i use less, comes with a white ring that appears on my forehead. i don't remember whether or not my mother had one, though.