TRIGGER WARNING: TALK OF INGESTING DRUGS WITHOUT CONSENT, SMOKING

I haven't woken up this late since high school, was my first thought when waking up this morning.

It was about two in the afternoon when I woke up, feeling tired and pampered at the later time.

I got home around five in the morning, Keigo kissing me goodbye and telling me that he wouldn't give up on me, and to relay that message to his "competition." Whether I should be concerned for him or not was not on my mind at the time. What was on my mind however, was sleep.

So much so that I didn't even change.

Usually I wake up somewhere around seven in the morning so that I can get to work by nine, and it almost always works out.

Yet here I was, two in the afternoon on a weekend, just waking up after a date no less.

Holy fuck, I have wings.

My eyes widened in realization as I remembered last night's events, the kisses, the pain, the feel of my feathers, the scarlet red that would (hopefully) one day plaster me across the sky.

I could fly right now if I wanted.

Just jump through my window and soar.

Granted, my wings probably aren't strong enough yet and I would most likely end up in a splatter on the sidewalk, but in theory I could.

As I stood, watching my coffee brew, I came to the conclusion that I wanted to see them again, just to make sure they're real.

Ok, I measured his wingspan as around seven meters (twenty feet) and I have no clue if they'll extend fully whenever I activate them.

Then again, they didn't when I first got them.

Screw it, I'm opening my wings in the house.

Is that bad luck? Like opening an umbrella indoors?

I walked over to the center of my living room, stepping up onto the small table in the center.

"Ok," I whispered to myself, "you can do this."

Submerging into my headspace, I opened my quirks file and selected Fierce Wings. I pressed activate and blinked quickly, coming back to reality. Turning my head, my eyes widened and pixels surrounded my back. They shaped into wings and started falling away, revealing blood red feathers.

"What the fuck was that," I said more than asked, the show over as soon as it started.

The wings on my back twitched as if itching to be moved.

Keigo can control each individual feather can't he? We were so focused on flying, I didn't even think about it.

My head snapped up when my phone rang, shortly followed by the beeping of my coffee machine.

I hopped off the table, walking over and feeling fifty pounds heavier (which I technically was).

Jiro? I thought upon flipping my phone over. Why is she calling me?

"Hello?" I asked, the phone already to my ear.

"Hey (Y/N), I kind of have a huge favor to ask you."

"If it were anyone else I would say that's an awful thing to say when you first get on a call with someone, but I love you and I'm intrigued, so go on."

Jiro gave a short laugh and nervously started talking again.

"So you know hero galas?"

"The things that literally serve no other purpose other than an opportunity for heroes to show off their wealth?"

"Yeah, those things."

"I've heard of them, why?" I extended my left wing a tiny bit, cringing at how loud it ruffled.

"Well I have to go to at least every third one or else my contract with my agency will be terminated. Thing is, I hate them. Like with a passion."

"Don't tell me—" I said, "are you asking me to get you out of it? I totally can. I can say I'm dying or something, like I suddenly got attacked and need assistance. Whadda ya' say?" I asked, chuckling.

"While that sounds hilarious and very entertaining, I was thinking more along the lines of you being my plus one. You always seem to make stuff so fun, and I like your company, and it would be so much more entertaining with you there, and we can stand at the refreshments table and talk shit the whole time if you want!" She sighed, "I'm rambling aren't I?" She finished with a deep breath and I smiled.

"Yeah you were, but that's ok."

Do I even want to go to this stuck up gala? Surrounded by heroes who only want to show off their money and argue with each other under their breath. Even if I did go, it'll probably start a ton of rumors and there was a red carpet to walk, that's way too fancy for me.

"Please?" Jiro asked, making me realize I had gone silent. "For entertainment's sake?"

"You know what? Fuck it, I'll go. Send me details and if you wanna be really extra let me know what you're wearing and we can try to match."

Why did I say that? It's like I want Chiharu to go into a flurry about my dating life again. I have got to work on my filter—

"Awesome! I mean— that's great. Thank you. I'll send you a copy of the invitation."

"Looking forward to it."

We said our goodbyes and I hung up, finally pouring myself a cup of coffee.

I sipped it as I stared at my wings, pondering what the hell I just agreed to. I'm sure more of my friends will be there, but is that a good thing? Debatable when you consider the fact multiple of them have confessed to me as if I were some protagonist in a dating sim.

"What are they putting in these heroes's water?" I asked.

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"Everybody, tox screen on the cigarettes is back!" Izuku yelled, hoisting himself up to hop over a chair that was in his way. "Oh hey, (Y/N), you're here!"

I nodded and smiling, having only been there for about five minutes before Izuku came rushing in.

"Ok!" He exclaimed, looking over the sheet of paper in his hands. His eyes narrowed as he read and tilted the paper slightly.

"Need some help boy wonder?" I asked.

Keigo is rubbing off on me, god damn.

Izuku flushed and held the paper out to me.

"It's just a a toxicology report, they're not hard to read you damned idiot," Bakugo said in a strangely calm manner.

"Would you hush Bakugo, now is not the time to make fun of Izuku," Ochaco commented, pouting in his direction before looking to me.

"Ok," I said, glancing over the report, "there was evidence of amphetamines in the cigarette. Interesting choice, I've never heard of people smoking it before."

"Amphetamines... that's ADD medication right?" Shoto asked, eyes narrowed in thought.

"Correct!" Iida exclaimed. "It's a mood-altering drug!"

"So our unsub is using amphetamines to dull their victim's senses before striking. That's my guess anyway," Eijiro added, his chin rested on his arms as he leaned them over the back of his chair.

This is thought out creepily well...

The more time i spend with my cast the more i realize that they're just adult theater nerds. side note: there's one guy on the cast who will tell me before every rehearsal that he's excited to work with me and i- thank you🥺

Fun Fact: Chiharu hasn't been in a relationship in several years and intends to keep it that way.

i am ✨exhausted✨ rn will i go to sleep soon? probably not.

Reminder: It's ok to have needs. It's ok to need to talk things out and it's ok to need time alone. Emotions are natural, listen to them. Go drink some water and get something to eat if you haven't in a while. I love you all💞💞

Over and out.