Thanks again for all of
the suggestions last update
I wanted Tomomi to have
some fun with Miruko all
while learning that it's okay to
show raw emotions sometimes.....
( Tomomi be a whole emotionally unavailable
babie, y'all )

Last time I'm doing this but
in the media is how her hero costume
will look like from now on. She's wearing
light blue flat heel boots instead of the half
pants in the picture.

This one just looks more like an ice quirk
hero's costume, you know? ( credit to the original
artist, this isn't my art. I can't draw for shit. )

Remember, do not be a ghost reader.
I really do love reading your comments,
they help me through bad days and make
me laugh.

Happy Reading!!

              Just before the day ended, Tomomi stopped by Aizawa's classroom as Shoto waited for her in the hallway. She thought about the offer he gave to Tomomi in class and with much thinking, she didn't want to pass up a chance like this. So she decided to do the internship with MIruko's agency. "Mr.Aizawa?" She said softly, clutching her books close to her chest as she slowly walked in. She didn't want to wake him if he was already asleep. Which he tends to do when the day is over in school.

      When she entered the classroom, she noticed his sleeping bag ( she calls it a 'Sleeping banana ) was no where to be seen. She then noticed that he was still awake, grading papers at his desk. He didn't notice her walk in at first but when Tomomi cleared her throat, he looked up at her finally. "Oh, Miss Todoroki, you need anything?" He asked, stopping his writing.

    "Yes, I wanted to give you my internship paper." She said, pulling out the slip and handing it over to him.

     Aizawa took it and looked over it. So she decided to work with Miruko, after all. "Ah....Miruko will be happy to know this." He said, placing it with the other slips. "You know, she spoke highly of you during the games."

    "R-Really?" Tomomi blushed, getting shy at the fact that her icon was watching her and complimenting her.

    Aizawa let a very small grin grace his face, noticing her flustered face. "You've made an impression with her. She was very impressed with you. Couldn't stop talking about you."

    His words make Tomomi smile shyly. It made her happy and yet, very nervous about this entire thing. But she didn't want to waste this offer, either. Anything to get away from her father, right?

   "Thank you, Mr. Aizawa." She said, before turning to the door.

   "No problem, munchkin." Aizawa blurted out, pausing right after he said that. Tomomi's hand paused right as she was about to open the door to leave. Silence fell between then as she turned to give him a rather curious look as Aizawa stared into space for a bit.

    "M-Munchkin?" She stuttered out, wanting to laugh a little.

     Aizawa sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Don't tell the other students, Denki still wants me to call him Pikachu, for some reason."

     Tomomi giggled at him. Aizawa was a weird teacher but he was secretly kind. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Good bye, Mr. Aizawa."

     "Good after noon, Miss Todoroki." He said in his usual blunt voice, resuming his work. Tomomi looked at him once more before leaving quietly. Aizawa wasn't only just weird to her but she felt like he could be the parental figure most of the students in this class needed. And he cared more than he let on, that's for sure.

        Blue flames surrounded her as Tomomi tried to move. Only to find out that she was chained down. Cold and silver chains wrapped around her entire mid-section and arms, she couldn't move from the chair the surgical table she was laying on. The flames kept getting hotter and hotter. Making her panic more and more as she desperately tried to stop whatever black glove covered hand was holding her neck, turning her head to the left.

     "Please....please, don't let them do this!!" she cried and screamed a blood curdling scream as she felt a sting penetrate her neck, where her one of her veins were locate. The room grew hotter and hotter as she felt herself melt. She felt dizzy all of the sudedn, her vision became blurry and her eyelids felt heavy.

    She was finally able to move her head forward. There was nothing else but a beaming lightbulb swinging above her, a ring of sapphire flames around her and the surgical table, and suddenly....she heard that laugh....That same laugh she heard when she was only five years old. Too weak to scream, she suddenly looked to her right to see a large and dark figure walk through the flames in a slow manner.

    Everytime she blinked slowly, he got closer and closer. The laugh grew louder and Tomomi's heart picked up the pace.

    The figure now stood right next to her but she couldn't look up. All she heard was an evil laugh and saw a sudden hand rush and grab her neck again, nearly crushing her wind pipes. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" the guy, who's face was hidden in the dark, belted out, squeezing harder. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"

    And just as she just about lost what life she had-

      "TOMOMI!!" Fuyumi whispered violently, shaking her sister's screaming figure. The whole house began feeling like an iceberg around 2 am and she happened to be up watching tv when Fuyumi felt the entire manor shake and frost bites began forming on all of the furniture. So that meant she was having a nightmare again. Judging by the nearly frozen furniture, it was very very very very bad.

     Worried and scared, Fuyumi rushed over to her sister's room and immediately barged in. Her room was covered in ice and snow. Fuyumi waved her hand over the frozen floor, making the ice disappear, and quickly ran to her bed side. Where she began to shake her awake. "Tomomi! Wake up!"

    Tomomi shot up, breathing heavy and covered in a thin layer of sweat. Her eyes were wide and alert as she noticed that she was in her room again. She was okay....she was okay.....But she was petrified and shaken up. Noticing Fuyumi, Tomomi immediately started crying.

    Fuyumi sighed in sympathy as she pulled her into her arms. "It was only a dream, Tomo....You'll be okay,"

   Tomomi said nothing as she circled her arms around her older sister's neck, muffling her cries into her shoulder. Her arms were shaking violently as she tried to convince herself that it was not real. The monster....the flames....they aren't real and they will never be real....right? She wasn't even convinced by her own words. And that terrified her.

     "I knew you had nightmares before but I never thought it was this bad."

     Fuyumi and Tomomi sat in her room after Fuyumi made all of the ice disappear. She quickly went to the kitchen and make the both of them hot cocoa with cinnamon. A comfort drink she would always make for her when she was having a bad day or was experiencing one of her nightmares again. They hadn't did this in years. Then again, Tomomi sucked at letting people in anyways so she would often try to hide the face that she was going through this.

    Fuyumi just wishes that she would know that she can always come to her for anything. And that her family would finally be a family but both seemed a bit farfetched, at the moment.

    Tomomi held her mug against her bent knees as she had a light brown knitted rug wrapped around her shoulders. Fuyumi sat next to her leg with her own mug of the chocolately drink. "Tomo....you know you can always talk to me." She said, placing a hand on her knee. Tomomi stared at her hand silently, not knowing what to say at the moment. Her eyes were a little red and puffy from the panicking cries she did not too long ago.

    The older Todoroki sighed again, letting her hand drop. Thank god their father and Shoto were very deep sleepers. "You don't need to tell me now....I just want you to know I will always be here to listen to you."

    "Am I becoming like mom?" Tomomi croaked out, her voice feeling a little rough as she looked at her window. Fuyumi paused and looked a little confused at her. What was she talking about?

    "Everytime....." She started again. "Everytime....I just....Is it crazy of me to think that Touya is still alive?"

    Fuyumi bit her lip. That was a name she hadn't heard in so long. Touya was like a taboo subject in her family. Enji would lash out at them whenever he was mentioned and Tomomi refused to go to his memorial. Everyone was still in pain of his absence. It was like a hole had been caved in and it could never be filled after Touya died. Time certainly didn't heal them over his death but it was pushed aside. But Tomomi was the one who felt his absence the most.

     And whenever his birthday came around, she would become melancholy and shut everyone out. Touya loved Tomomi so much...he would go to the ends of the earth for her. Even going as far as to go against their father's wishes just to comfort her whenever she had a nightmare. He loved all of his siblings but he had a special bond with Tomomi. And it destroyed her when he died.

   "I don't think it's crazy for you to feel that way." Fuyumi said, after thinking for a minute. "Sometimes, even I feel like he's still with us.....Maybe he found happiness somewhere else....Maybe he's happier away from all of this."

   Tomomi sat aside her mug on her night stand and ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it back. She folded her arms ontop of her knees. Of course, she would want her brother to be happy somewhere else but....she didn't know anything and it was frustrating her for thinking that he could be out there. Maybe she was crazy and delusional. Maybe she was wrong for feeling this way.

   "I just miss him so much..." She whispered, looking down at her cold hands. She was only wearing a long sleeve black shirt and light blue pajama pants.

    "I do, too...." Fuyumi admitted, looking down at her own mug. She missed Touya just as much as Tomomi did. He was always there for her and she missed that about him the most.

    Deciding that Tomomi needed a pick-me-up, Fuyumi turned to her and placed her mug on her night stand. "Come on, move over." She said, standing up.
Tomomi looked at her with confusion but still moved over in her bed as Fuyumi got into her bed with her, leaning her back against her head board. "You need some of mom's wisdom and words,"

   "Fuyumi, what are you doing?" Tomomi giggled out a little. But Fuyumi just opened her arms and gestured for her to lay her head on her shoulder.

   "Scooch in." She said, beckoning her to lean in. Tomomi smiled a little, huddling under her sister's arms, cuddling her side as she circled her arms around her, pulling her blanket over her shoulders more.

    Once she was comfortable, Fuyumi began to sing:

Where the north wind meets the sea
theres a river full of memory

     Tomomi began singing along with her, harmonizing with her voice. She smiled and peered up at her through her lashes. "I know what you're doing" she playfully sing to her as the two sisters laughed a little before singing together again as Fuyumi started gently raking her fingers through her hair. A thing that would always get Tomomi to go back to sleep.

Sleep, my darling, safe and sound
For in this river, all is found......

    Fuyumi noticed that she trailed off. She looked down in her arms and saw that Tomomi fell back to sleep, cuddling into her hug even more. So she smiled, getting comfortable in her bed and falling asleep, as well. For the rest of the night, Tomomi slept peacefully in her sister's hold. In fact, the two sisters slept peacefully for the rest of the night.

     The weekend came and Tomomi held her bag as she entered Miruko's agency building. "Hello! How may I help you?" The front desk worker asked politely. She was a very pretty woman, too. It seemed that most of the workers here were women. But she did see a few male workers walk by.

    "I am here for the internship." Tomomi said, almost stuttering. She was very nervous. She was about to meet someone she has looked up to for the longest and the fact that she personally asked for her still shocked her. She could feel her inner shyness ready to burst at any second.

   "Ah! You must be the famous Tomomi Todoroki." The blue haired lady said with a smile. "You know, you had made such an impression on Miruko. She's very excited to work with you this weekend."

    Tomomi was about to say something when suddenly, a loud voice stopped her.

   "THERE SHE IS! THE WOMAN OF THE HOUR!" Tomomi turned and immediately felt her jaw drop a little.

   Miruko, dressed casually in a red tank top, black pants, boots and a black blazer, walked over to her with a huge grin on her face. She was the most beautiful woman Tomomi has ever seen in her entire life. And she had the prettiest smile, she felt very insecure in her presence. Her heart began to race rather rapidly the closer she got to her.

   Miruko stopped right in front of her, smiling as she surveyed the young student. Endeavor may be a huge asshole with a metal rod up his ass but Keigo was right. He sure made some very good looking kids. When she was Tomomi's age, she was experiencing the worst side of puberty and unwashed hair. this girl was so gorgeous. She pulled off that off the shoulders blue sweater and black jeans really well.

   Even her hair was nicely waved. But she could see that insecurity in her eyes and Miruko wanted to focus their time together, building up that confidence she knows she has hidden in her.

    "I gotta say, little one, you are prettier up close." She said, pointing her finger up and down at her. "And someone like you, I can use around here. Us girls gotta stick together, right?"

    Tomomi, despite feeling like she could faint, smiled sheepishly as her face grew hot. She was really complimenting her. She felt like she was in a dream in that moment. This cannot be real. Wait until she tells Shoto abou this!

    "T-Thank you, Miss-"

    "Ah ah," Miruko cut her off, wagging her finger disapprovingly. "No formalities in this sanctuary. We're all friends here! Think of me as your crazy big sister!"

   "O-Okay, Miss- I mean, Miruko-neesan." Tomomi quickly corrected herself, not wanting to offend her. Miruko nearly squealed. This girl was too cute for words, she had to resist the urge to trap her into a big hug. "What will we be doing today?"

   "Well, seeing as I am free from patrolling duties and I have a photoshoot for a athletic fashion company to get to, you are going to come with me." She said, crossing her arms. "Also....we might need to go shopping afterwards."

   "Oh?" Tomomi said, looking down at her outfit. Was she not in proper attire?

   "Nothing wrong with your outfit, you're killing it." Miruko quickly explained. "I just think you need a little....Miruko-esque fashion added to your closet."

    "Um..okay." She said, a little unsure but deciding to trust her, anyways. Miruko clapped her hands together, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

   "Now, let's be off!"

    "The key to being a strong female figure is to always have confidence." Miruko taught as her driver drove the two to the photoshoot sight. Tomomi and Miruko sat in the stretch limosuine when she began telling her all the way in being a female role-model to the people of this city. "Because no metter where you go, there will always be some simpleminded pick-me person or stupid man who will try to sexualize you and/or degrade you because they don't think you're capable of being a top hero. But look at me now! In the top five best heroes of Japan!"

    "Wow..." Tomomi whispered, looking at her with admiration. "How....inspiring. Does it happen often in the industry?"

    "Ugh, you don't know the half of it." Miruko rolled her eyes. "Trust me, when I started off, not many trusted me to save their lives because I was "too erratic" or "too loud, women should be soft and quiet" It's gonna happen, little one. But don't worry, Auntie Miru will teach you how to prove those simpletons wrong."

   Tomomi smiled a little at her encouraging words. She could tell she was going to have fun during this weekend. She wondered how Bakugou was doing now. Probably also having fun with his internship. She hopes he is. And she hopes that Shoto isn't too mad about being with their father. He got mad at her for not wanting to intern with him. But she just ignored him and went with it. Despite how mad their father was. Tomomi knew Shoto must be pissing him off now.

   "Looks like we're here!" the Bunny hero announced as the car slowed down. "Let our day begin!"

    "Miss Usagiyama! You've made it!" aa man in all black, holding a camera exclaimed as the two walked onto the indoors set. Tomomi gasped as she looked at the studio. Lights hung everywhere and there was a single stool sitting in front of a white background. Professional equipment was set up everywhere and there was a makeup station on the right of her.

    "Sorry if we were late," Miruko apologized sincerely. "This is Tomomi Todoroki, she'll be interning with me for the weekend."

   The camera man smiled at the ice wielder, making her feel a little shy. "Welcome, Miss Todoroki. It's a pleasure to meet you."

   "It is nice to meet you, too." She said, bowing a little at him. He chuckled wholeheartedly at her mannerism.

   "So proper, I like it." He said, training his eyes on Miruko. "If you will, we can begin the shoot right after you get ready."

   "Great!" Miruko said before pointing at Tomomi. "Also, she's going to be joining me in the shoot."

   "What?!" Tomomi exclaimed, looking at her as if she grew three heads. "B-But I-"

    "The best way to build confidence is to feel confident." She explained to her, placing one hand on her shoulder. "You are a beautiful young lady. You shouldn't be afraid to feel beautiful. No one should ever dictate how you should see yourself."

  Tomomi never thought of herself to be beautiful. She was just average. Nothing special. But Miruko's words had a way of filling her heart with a warm feeling. She had only known her for an hour and Miruko was already making her feel rather warm inside. She was truly something special.

   "Now, let's get you ready!"

    "Miruko-neesan, I don't think I should wear this."

     "Come on! It's age appropriate and you get to keep it! I'm sure you look great!"

     After Miruko forced her to get makeup done, one of the stylists picked out a last minute outfit for her and took her to a dressing room. While they waited for her to come out, Tomomi started feeling very self-consious about her appearance after getting one look at herself in the dressing room mirror.

    The makeup artist only really enhanced what was naturally there because he felt that she didn't need a lot of makeup. But he did put light auburn eyeshadow and some gold sparkles on her eyes, mascara and red tinted lip stain. Her hair was curled and she was wearing a black sports bra, matching black capri yoga pants, black sneakers and a black zip up hoodie with the companies logo on the left side of the hoodie and on the back.

    "Tomomi, remember what I said!" Her voice muffled behind the door. "No one can dictate how you feel about youself!"

     Be confident, Tomomi.....be confident. she recited over and over in her head as she took a deep breath. Deciding to push herself into going through this, she turned to the door and grabbed the door knob. You can do this, Tomomi....be confident...

     "Well, look at you!" Miruko praised as soon as she saw the young student walk onto set. Miruko was wearing the same thing but in all white, She looked at Tomomi with approval as a hairstylist fixed her straigthened hair a bit before leaving. The photographer was getting ready to take photos of them. "You have some serious curves for a girl your age. And your abs are so defined!"

     Her and Shoto had rather fit bodies. And that mostly came from their childhood. Being forced to train was why the twins had very fit bodies. Tomomi turned pink as she got into position, after being directed by the photographer. "Thank you." She thanked politely.

    "Okay, are you two ready?" the photographer asked, getting his camera ready.

    "The best way to model is to think of a comforting eviroment." Miruko mumbled to her. "I used to be scared of the camera, as well but my mom always told me to think of a comforting place and the rest comes natural."

    "Comforting place....okay." Tomomi repeated, thinking of her comfort zone. Which was on the beach. She had dreamed of living on the beach one day after she was done with high school. Somewhere that was quiet and calm. Thinking of that place, she felt at ease. Miruko's advice worked well. "Okay! I'm ready!"

     As soon as the photoshoot started, Tomomi never thought she would say that she was having the time of her life. After the first couple of minutes of her being too shy to smile, she started remembering what Miruko told her and soon, she started feeling just as care free as her mentor. She began having fun and in that moment, she felt pretty for the first time in her life.

    The staff started playing music during the shoot as the photographer added yoga balls to the set. They took some silly pictures together, some serious looking pictures, even some playful pictures with Tomomi jumping on her back and Miruko carrying her. The two laughed as the flash of the camera kept blinking.

    At one point, Tomomi decided to try and balance the yoga ball on her head and Miruko couldn't help but double over in laughter. The photographer saw the chance to capture the playful scene and took about a dozen pictures of them. Everyone was having fun when a newcomer made their presence known.

   "Looks like a party is going on and I wasn't invited." a very cool and masculine voice interrupted their session. The two girls looked to see Keigo Takami aka Hawks walk in with a charming smirk on his face. He was dressed rather casually, as well. Only wearing a white t-shirt, dark blue jeans and sneakers. It looked like he just came back from hanging out with someone.

    Miruko rolled her eyes after the photographer granted them a 30 minute break. "Keigo, what are you doing here?"

    "Stopped by your agency to see if you wanted to come hang out with Snipe and I later in the evening when they told me that you were doing a photoshoot and you happened to have a certain someone interning you." He said, walking onto the set. He looked right at Tomomi and gave her a handsome smile. "Hey! You're the famous Ice Empress Mic kept calling you, huh? The name's Keigo Takami."

   Tomomi was so starstrucked, she did nothing but stare and smile at him. Her face, once again, turned red at his handsome face and.....was that expensive cologne she smelled? My god, he was everything she dreamt of and more.

    In a fit of awkwardness, she blurted out, "I draw and write mangas about you."

    She gasped and covered her mouth with both of her hands, feeling herself shrinking into embarrassment as the two pro heroes chuckled amusingly. Why did she say that!? He wasn't supposed to know! Now, she was sure she couldn't show her face to him ever again.

    "Oh yeah? You'll have to show me sometime, princess." Hawks responded, flicking her chin with his knuckle softly. "They are right, you know. You are very pretty."

     Tomomi felt her heart stop at his compliment. She suddenly felt like melting into oblivion. Did Hawks.....a hero she has had the biggest crush on.....jsut say she was pretty? Was this real life?

     "Okay, don't make the poor girl flustered, Keigo." Miruko chuckled out, pushing him off set. "We have a photoshoot to continue."

     "Don't mind me," Hawks said, holding his hands up. "I'll be here watching. Nothing's better than to see two beautiful ladies work."

     "She's 15, Keigo." Miruko deadpanned, placing her hands on her hips. "I don't need you giving this girl a heart attack already, we have so much to do after this."

     "Hey, just being friendly. When I was her age, I wasn't nearly as good looking as her." He replied with a grin.

     [ keigo, that's a fucking lie and you know it ]

     "If you're gonna stay, be quiet." Miruko sighed, seeing as she couldn't get rid of him. "Can you do that?"

      "It'll be like I'm not even here." Hawks confirmed, pretending to zip up his mouth and locking it.

     After hours of the photoshoot, Miruko took Tomomi to a shopping district back over at the rich part of the city. Tomomi has only ever been there three times in her life. Once when she was a toddler and the other two times with Fuyumi. There was a groccery store she liked over there.

     "I always say everyone looks beautiful the way they are." Miruko said as they walked into a lavished looking store. Hawks had left to hang out with Snipe after the photoshoot but he made Tomomi promise to show him those manga art of him whenever he saw her again. So it was just the two of them again. "But there is nothing wrong with enhancing your natural features."

    "Is that what it takes to be a hero?" Tomomi asked, writing in her small notebook everything she learned from her so far. Keeping it for safe keeping.

    "It's what it takes in being a strong person." She replied. "You see, us pro heroes are seen as a light of hope. Someone that is a leader and has a lot of confidence and strength. Someone who is there when no one else will call. Once you love yourself, others will love you."

    "Hmmm...." Tomomi hummed, keeping those words in her mind.

    Miruko used her quirk to zip around the entire store, picking up different outfits for her to try on. Her being so fast caused a big gust of wind to blow through, making hangers swing and people's hair to fly everywhere. Once she stopped right in front of Tomomi, she had four dresses in her arms. "I've noticed you have very strong legs and, despite your height, have long legs. I think these dressed will certainly show off your curves more."

    Unsure, Tomomi looked at the dresses she picked out. They were all short skirted dresses. She doesn't usually where those type of things but it couldn't hur to try them on. "Umm....okay, if you say so,"

   The first dress was a red spaghetti strapped silk mini dress with a dragon all over it, shining in gold. It was fitted to cling to her body right and it wasn't too short, as she feared. So she was happy about that. "How do I look?"

    Miruko gave her one look and was at awe at what she saw. The dress was certaintly the right choice. She wasn't sure if red would be her color but after seeing the red in her hair, she thought that it couldn't hurt to try. And boy, was she right about her choice. Tomomi was gorgeous! If she wasn't on her way to be a pro hero, she would surely make a perfect model. She'd be famous!

   "You. Are. So. Pretty!" She squealed, shaking her fists. "Look at yourself in the mirror and tell me you don't feel pretty!"

    Tomomi looked at a body mirror near by and took a better look at herself. She did like the dress and she did feel pretty again. This would be the second time she has felt this way about herself in her life. And her hero was helping her along the way. She didn't know how lucky she was. Smiling softly, she kept looking at the dress on her. It was soft and the color looked right on her skin.

   Miruko stood behind her, placing both hands on her shoulders. "You see? There's nothing wrong with knowing your worth, Tomomi....I see a bright future ahead of you."

    Smiling even more, Tomomi felt confidence surge through her veins. She had to thank Miruko for helping out with her so much. She remembered exactly why she admired her so much. Why she was one of many reasons why she wanted to help people. She wanted to be just as admiring as her someday. And she vowed to be just that.

This was already four thousand words
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