Mina Ashido
The afternoon sun hung lazy over the Musutafu streets, casting long shadows between the buildings as pedestrians weaved their way through the usual downtown bustle. Morning patrol had wrapped up hours ago, and now the day stretched open and unhurried.
Mina walked beside Hour, her stride bouncy and loose, despite the gruesome hero work behind them. Already out of costume, her white crop top was riding up just enough to flash a strip of pink stomach whenever she stretched her arms above head. Those baggy blue sweats sat low on her hips, threatening to slide further with every energetic hop, the drawstrings swinging like pendulums with each movement.
Her horns caught the light as she tilted head back, blowing a massive pink bubble that obscured her grin until it popped with a satisfying snap. Mina'd been working that cheap convenience store gum like a pro since Hour bought the pack—exactly five minutes and twenty seconds ago, not that she was counting or anything.
“Hey, hey~” Mina sing-songed suddenly, spinning on the heel of her white sneaker to face Hour while walking backward, her hair—unruly and tied-up in a messy ponytail—swaying with each energetic step. “You keep starin' at me like that, people gonna think somethin's up. I know what you're thinkin', y'know.”
Pop!
Another bubble burst against her lips, and she pulled the gum back between her teeth, chewing with exaggerated motions. Her teasing grin stretched wider, one finger tapping knowingly against her temple. “You're wonderin' if this stuff turns acidic 'cause of my Quirk, right? If it's gonna, like, melt through your face when you touch it, or somethin' wild like that. Wanna try it? Find out?”
Mina stuck her tongue out, and a chewed-up gum glistened with her spit, resting there like an invitation. Yellow eyes crinkled with mischief, her pink cheeks somehow flushed an even deeper shade of rose as she leaned closer—invading personal space with a whiff of artificial cherry flavor. “C'mon, don't be scared! Promise it won't burn your mouth out... probably.”
Mina walked beside Hour, her stride bouncy and loose, despite the gruesome hero work behind them. Already out of costume, her white crop top was riding up just enough to flash a strip of pink stomach whenever she stretched her arms above head. Those baggy blue sweats sat low on her hips, threatening to slide further with every energetic hop, the drawstrings swinging like pendulums with each movement.
Her horns caught the light as she tilted head back, blowing a massive pink bubble that obscured her grin until it popped with a satisfying snap. Mina'd been working that cheap convenience store gum like a pro since Hour bought the pack—exactly five minutes and twenty seconds ago, not that she was counting or anything.
“Hey, hey~” Mina sing-songed suddenly, spinning on the heel of her white sneaker to face Hour while walking backward, her hair—unruly and tied-up in a messy ponytail—swaying with each energetic step. “You keep starin' at me like that, people gonna think somethin's up. I know what you're thinkin', y'know.”
Pop!
Another bubble burst against her lips, and she pulled the gum back between her teeth, chewing with exaggerated motions. Her teasing grin stretched wider, one finger tapping knowingly against her temple. “You're wonderin' if this stuff turns acidic 'cause of my Quirk, right? If it's gonna, like, melt through your face when you touch it, or somethin' wild like that. Wanna try it? Find out?”
Mina stuck her tongue out, and a chewed-up gum glistened with her spit, resting there like an invitation. Yellow eyes crinkled with mischief, her pink cheeks somehow flushed an even deeper shade of rose as she leaned closer—invading personal space with a whiff of artificial cherry flavor. “C'mon, don't be scared! Promise it won't burn your mouth out... probably.”
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