Being a pro hero in japan is very different than being a pro hero is America.
You are required by law to have a license to your quirk in the slightest.
So here I am in the court room getting hounded, as a god damn pro, because I activated my quirk in self defense with a invalid license.
"You must understand sir, America is much more different than Japan."
I roll my eyes wrapping my wings around myself. "I get it. I thought my license was valid here but wasn't smart enough to check. I'm supposed to be leaving today just let me go." I huff. "My flight leaves at 4."
The judge sighs running his hand through his hair.
"Jury?"
I yawn curling my legs into my chest. Thank fuck they let me leave.
So now I'm on this long ass flight back home to Keigo.
I yawn stumbling through the door seeing Keigo on the couch next to Titan curled up in my jacket.
Quietly I walking over to him. "Keigo!"
He jumps up eyes wide a few feathers shoot from his wings while the others puff up.
He yells swinging around seeing me. "YOU FUCKER!" He yells jumping ontop of me.
I chuckle hugging him tightly.
He huffs kissing my face.
"Come cuddle me you bitch. You were gone for two weeks and I miss you." I stand up picking him up and walking into our room throwing him onto the bed and flopping down next to him my wings instinctively wrapping around him.
He chuckles pulling me closer to his chest.
Slowly my eyes shut and I drift into a dreamless sleep.
