Erase Herゾごホ

アズレス - azureth

'Within a months time, Azureth has become some kind of local legend around here, haven't they?'

Huh? My eyes flicked up briefly to the small radio perched on the upside down wooden crate beside me.

'That's right Yuzu, Azureth is more or less like a modern day Robin Hood with a particular distaste for our current Number One hero Endeavor. As the flame heroes courageous acceptance speech was broadcasted worldwide, Azureth cut the feed on every news station that was showing it. The only thing being shown was a Traditional Blue Dragon with the name 'Azureth' beneath it.'

The smallest smirk appeared on my lips, my gaze shifting back down to the keys of my laptop, my body jumping softly as a jacket was wrapped around my arms.

'What do you think of Azureth, Yuzu?'

"Mirio." I smiled, glancing back as he sat in a lawn chair beside me.

"(Y/n)." Mirio hummed my name, patting the top of my head with a smile.

'I believe whomever Azureth is will eventually be brought to justice, because let's remember folks, even Robin Hood was a villain in the end.'

Villain, huh? Becoming Azureth was not something I enjoyed, but it was some sort of necessary evil within me. But there were lines I never crossed and Dabi knew that. I was a hero, someone who swore to protect others, so stealing from the unjust and giving back to those who deserved it a bit more didn't seem all that bad even if it was to spread League propaganda. Even though I disliked taking on the persona of Azureth, I would be lying if I said it didn't make me feel alive again.

A cup of coffee was place beside my hand, barely grazing the knuckles of my fingers, burning my skin just a bit.

"Cinnamon, just how you asked, I thought you liked peppermint? When'd that change?" Mirio grinned, the hand atop my head trailing down my face before his touch left me completely. I gave Mirio a pained kind of smile, not having the energy to explain my reasoning for my new found love for cinnamon coffee.

Not really wanting to say it tasted like Shota on Wednesday mornings when I'd sneak kisses in between passing periods at school.

It hurt too much to say that aloud.

"I still like peppermint, just more found of Cinnamon currently." I lied, waving my hand in front of my face before shutting my laptop, "What are you doing here, Mirio?" I asked, not trying to sound rude, but ultimately a little puzzle by his appearance.

Since my 'death' (which happened about a month and a half ago), I had been spending if not everyday, every other day, with Mirio atop our own spot on that isolated rooftop. It's not that I didn't treasure our time together, I truly did as it became my last holding tether to my old life and kept my sanity in check.

And these days, Mirio is all I have.

"I just wanted to see you, is that wrong?" Mirio snorted, drinking his own coffee as I slipped my arms comfortably through the sleeves of Mirio's sweater. "You're so beautiful, (y/n)."

"Huh?" I blushed, tucking my loose strands of (h/c) behind my ear, feeling the familiar feeling of butterflies erupt in my chest.

"Eh?! Did I say that out loud? Geez..." Mirio laughed, flushing a bright red as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I've just been worried about you, (y/n), I can't imagine what you're going through to be easy...." he trailed off, reminding me of what I was.

I was a dead girl.

"To be dead to the people you love most, to practically lose everything you've ever known...I just honestly wish I could do more for you." Mirio frowned, watching me as I pulled my legs against my chest, hugging them tightly and resting my head on top of my knees.