genessia | 2nd Wrap [text.]

[Orihime has to make sure no one else has responded yet, but seeing that no one else has volunteered just yet, she'd better spring into action.]

Orihime Inoue reporting for duty! I'll come to you. Where are you at?

I'll send you the address and it isn't for me, js. Can your heal repair broken and fraction bones? Cause that's the main reason.

Sure, that's not a problem! It sounds painful. I'm on my way!

[It's not for him? That's interesting, but not unusual. Once she gets the address, she sets out at once, stopping only to grab a jacket with a hood to stave off the rain.]

Thank you Inoue. Your assistance is appreciated.

[It was for Bakugo. Co-Guardian too no doubt. The apartment complex was in Genesis anyway so that was good. She has also talked to Bakugo so it could go either way.

He waited for the girl now. Aizawa was in his casual wear, simple shirt and pants with his hair tied back.]

[Genessia City isn't all that huge, and whether she's patrolling or working at the bakery, it doesn't take her long at all to get anywhere -- especially when she's moving at a light jog.]

[She doesn't find it strange at all that the call would be made on someone else's behalf. It sounds like someone has a broken arm, and that can make it difficult to text or use technology. Orihime knocks and waits politely until she's let in. Once admitted, she bows her greeting and slips off her shoes out of habit.]

You're Eraserhead-san, then? It's nice to meet you! Where's the patient?

Hey, Aizawa-sensei, I finished mopping-

[Unaware of the meeting going on, Bakugo steps in the main room, holding a mop with his left hand. The reason becomes quickly apparent as his right wrist is encased in a neon orange cast. He stops talking immediately when he sees their visitor, looking at Aizawa, then Orihime, back to Aizawa--

He turns away and walks off.]

[Aizawa didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, there were some guest slippers for her just in case. He greeted her with a bow as well.]

Thank you for taking the time to come this way Inoue-san. I imagine it can be busy from where you stand.

[Being Co-Guardian and such. Before he could point her to the direction, Bakugo entered the room. Right after Bakugo finished and was about to leave, Aizawa tossed a captured scarf to the kid and dragged him back in the main room. One Bakugo burrito coming up.]

It's this guy here.

[So normal.]

[She blinks, confused by Bakugo's (surprisingly quiet) departure. She's never seen him look so calm and docile! At least the color of the cast makes it hard to miss. But there he goes...]

I guess he's a little shy, ha ha...!

[She starts to rub the back of her neck when that scarf goes shooting out to ensnare her reluctant patient.]

A-ah! His arm!

Mmf!

[There's a blindingly white shock of pain that leaves spots swimming in his eyes for a moment before he realizes that he's not in his bedroom.

Dammit, Aizawa. He scowls, looking at them both.]

The fuck is Fire Hair doing here?

[For the record, the scarf came from his arm, probably from a pocket.]

He'll be fine.

[Best reassurance Orihime. Huh... and they know each other.]

As you can see Inoue-san, his wrist is broken.

[Sigh.]

She's here to fix that arm. Let her do her job.

[There's the Bakugo she's familiar with! She could react to this bizarre situation any number of ways, but it's the 'Fire Hair' comment that leaves her in a brief daze, loving the nickname to a ridiculous degree.]

It won't take long. Do you want to keep the cast?

[He might have got some cool autographs, so who is she to erase that with her ability? But if not, well...it'll probably get rejected out of existence along with the fractures in his bones.]

[It's true, he will be fine. He's more than a bit embarrassed that the person Aizawa called was someone he knows. He doesn't like being seen as weak, as incompetent in any context, and it has him...brooding in silence, for once.]

Why would I want it? It's going to stink.

[He'll (mostly) behave, but not until he gets another word in:]

I don't need any help.

[Bakugo please. He holds his scarf tight enough to keep him restrain, maybe for Bakugo's sake, who knows.]

But I would appreciate it as his guardian and teacher. I'll hold him down.

[Better quick and done.]

Eh, sorry for all this.

Oh no, it's no problem at all! You don't have to hold him.

[She approaches with her hands clasped behind her back.]

After all, this is a good chance to show the other power I have that he didn't get to see before. So consider it a demonstration, ne, Murder-sama?

[He glowers at the floor, tense and much like a caged animal. Murder-sama... He likes it. He finally glances up at Orihime, still reluctant, but not combative.]

Yeah, fine.

[He's impress with Orihime. As for Bakugo.. he really needs to work on his codename. With a nod, he releases Bakugo from his bind and remains silent. He's curious as well to how her healing powers work.]

[She beams, giving Bakugo a single nod of agreement to show she understands. Once he's released, she puts her arm up, elbow to the side, parallel to the ground.]

Hold your arm like this so you can see how it works. There's a secret about it I don't tell most people.

[She touches her hairpin with the tip of her fingers, calling forth the two small spirits within to form a flat oval shield of gold light over his cast. While he probably won't feel the bone cracks knitting back together, he might notice the easing of pain. More visibly, the edges of the cast start to crumble and lift, disintegrating as the particles rise into the air to vanish.]

When I tell people I can heal, it's mostly because it's just easier to explain that way. In truth, I'm rejecting the event itself and restoring your arm to the way it was before it got broken. Since you don't want the cast, it's being unmade too.

[He does as Orihime instructs. With Aizawa there, he really does have to behave, but he just wants to get it over with and put the whole event behind him. It's almost impossible for him to be vulnerable and put his trust in others, and the stiffness in his posture never abates.

He does watch though, studying her ability. It's impressive. He stares at his arm, noting the lack of pain, as if he had never been in that fight to begin with...]

Temporal manipulation?

[Aizawa observed quietly as Orihime explained. That ability of her's was interesting. As if it never happened? So Bakugo wouldn't suffer minor strains later from his wrist if it was normally healed, no torn ligaments or perminant damages. This was indeed something.

Temporary manipulation? More like she turned back time before their eyes. It was amazing, and yet quite scary. Aizawa remained silent the whole time, arms crossed.]

I'm not really sure, to be honest. Living people with spiritual powers are rare where I'm from, and they just kind of happened one day when I was desperate. I'm still trying to figure them out.

[She lifts her head to briefly glance at her patient's face, then Aizawa. She couldn't really tell what either of them were thinking based on their expressions.]

But...of the two possibilities it could be, I think that's probably the one that scares people the least.

[The cast is almost gone now, and she can feel that she's getting close to finishing the job. One more push, then! She furrows her brow, focusing.]

What about you? Is it common for people in your world to have powers, or do you have to keep them a secret?

It's natural if it's uncommon for them. [Aizawa finally spoke with a shrug of the shoulders.]

Thankfully, it's not like one those comics with all that secret identity and stuff. [He waves a hand.]

Almost everyone has some kind of 'special powers' where we come from. We refer to them as Quirks. They manifest in an early age and we each learn how to control it over the years. [He takes a breath and sighs.] Now days anyone who abuses their powers and breaks laws are labeled 'Villains'. We have Hero agencies who are in charge of stopping these Villains and bring them to custody. That and respond to rescue calls such as disasters and stuff.

...Ah, and becoming a Hero is a carrier choice, and very popular. [He tries not to roll his eyes on the last part.]

My Quirk is Erasure. I can temporary take away a person's Quirk.

[He's quiet while Aizawa explains their world, watching as the cast continues to disappear. If Orihime hadn't been here and he had been stuck with it...

There's no need in explaining his quirk when Orihime witnessed it herself. Eventually, his eyes meet hers.]

Practice with me. [It's stated like a demand, not a request.] It's the only way you'll learn about your abilities.

Really? That kind of world sounds like fun!

[She probably shouldn't wave it off so lightly, but really, having a world that's used to people with powers and probably with some sort of established training program would be amazing. She supposes they technically have a shinigami academy, but people typically have to be dead to be enrolled there, and she's anything but.]

Temporarily erasing an ability would probably come in handy for helping people to control their powers in a safe environment too. So if you're from the same world...

[ERASERHEAD IS KATSUKI'S DAD! Clearly. She looks up at Katsuki's intense gaze, and blinks in surprise. Then, slowly, she smiles, wider and wider with genuine warmth in her eyes.]

I'd like that very much, Murder-sama. Thank you.

[The last trace of plaster and neon gauze fades away, and Orihime withdraws her shield.]

There. You're ready for action! Criminals can be nervous again now that you're back on the job!

Tch!

[The first thing that comes out. Sorry Orihime but he has that intense look. He gives a little reminder.]

No matter how many times you compare worlds, it's all the same.

[Well, he sorta does help control a Quirk for someone later on, but that's another story. Okay... that intense gaze is a little scary, but he knows she's thinking of something illogical. He sort of mumbles to himself...]

What on Earth are you--

[Someone please interrupt him.]

It is fun. [He agrees. Maybe it's not always fun, but of course it is sometimes with a quirk like his. He nods at Orihime to acknowledge he understands, staring at his repaired wrist in awe. He flexes his hand a few times. Amazing, it was like it never happened...

One way to really test it out. He glares at Aizawa and reaches up to ty and smack him upside the head.]

Hey, stop mumbling like that! It makes you look even crazier than you already do with your dead eyes. [Scoffing, he looks back at Orihime, the mood mostly back to normal.] I'll go get your payment.

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No need! Heals on Wheels is made up of volunteers. It's free of charge!

[And he's striking his dad in the head, ha ha...! ...Er...maybe she shouldn't leave quite yet, if she's going to have to use her healing abilities again.]

Besides, even if it weren't free, I'd be happy with extra training lessons. That's worth a lot to me, especially right now.

[The more formidable she gets, the more likely she'll be recognized as a worthy ally in combat for Ichigo and the others.]

I'll head back now. It was nice meeting you, Eraserhead-san.

[His trail of thought broke from that smack. It didn't phase him too much, but it was noticable. Aizawa was stronger than Bakugo. He can't help if he's always tired.]

Tch. Do that again, you're cooking your own dinner tonight.

Ah. Shota Aizawa is fine too. Whichever you prefer.

[He said that quite calmly and serious.]

Inoue-san.

[He politely bows.]

Thank you once again and Heals on Wheels for the time.

[He just keeps glancing at them both as they interact, scowling. Why the hell does he feel like a kid watching two adults talk...?]

We'll just order out anyway. [Which he likes, but it kind of defeats the purpose of the threat.] And Fire Hair, my teacher had you drag your ass out here for free. I refuse to remain in your debt.

[This isn't what Orihime was expecting. She kind of gets how he feels, she has a hard time just leaving an act of kindness unreturned. But she doesn't need money. She meant what she said about the lessons, but if he sees that as a sort of mutually beneficial thing, it won't do.]

[She drops her fist into her hand. Suddenly she has an idea!]

Well, why don't we all meet for dinner tonight, then? I want to hear more about your world of heroes and villains! Free food is the best kind of payment!

She volunteered.

[If anyone cares to pay attention to him. Cause that's what they do at Heals on Wheels.]

I don't care, hurry up and decide.

[He was talking to those two. Great. He was about to get dragged out, and all this for charity. He just sighs. Guess who's bringing the sleeping bag.]

That's still time out of her day.

[He argues back, thinking about Orihime's solution. It doesn't take him long to come to a decision.]

I'm hungry. Let's go somewhere- you can pick, Fire Hair. [It beats him cooking and accidentally destroying their oven. And more importantly, it gets him out of the apartment.]

I'll go grab my wallet. [He walks back to his room to do just that.]

I get to choose too?!

[She's so excited, you don't even know. This is turning out to be a pretty good day! Of course, she'll have to double down on the baking when she gets home, but it's absolutely worth it.]

Something exotic! Spicy Indian curry sounds really good, ne?

[He knew what just happened here and Orihime fell right in. A defeated sign escaped before Aizawa turned around as well to pick up last min stuff before it was time to head out. Whatever, he'll just go along.]

That's fine.

Spicy food's the best!

[He shouts back, returning with his wallet and going to put on his shoes at the entrance.]

Let's hurry and get the fuck out of here- AIZAWA-SENSEI! WE'RE LEAVING WITHOUT YOU!

[She's moving to get her shoes too, slipping them on with a big smile. Katsuki is much livelier now, and that suits him so much better than his subdued and curt behavior before. She's glad. It's starting to feel like they're becoming friends.]

[Naturally she's not really going to leave without Aizawa, and she stops to turn and wait once they're in the hallway.]

Don't forget to bring a hat or umbrella, it's raining out!

[And she zips up her jacket, keeping her hair safe under the collar. She'll put the hood up once they're outside.]

[He took his time to the door and managed to pick up an umbrella along the way. These kids...]

Someone's eager to get out of here.

[He slipped on some boots and followed behind them. And yes Bakugo, he's talking about you.]

It's raining? [Fuck. His face twists in a rage and he holds both hands up to start firing off his quirk like little fireworks. He missed being able to do that.] I'll murder every single raindrop with my hands!

[He might as well grab his hoodie while he's at it. As he slips it on, his hair gets stuck in the top, forcing him to struggle a bit and tug it down roughly, hair immediately poofing back into place.]

Wonder why.

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