The Analyst

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗: 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

American style pancakes were something I've only had once. A delicacy that I had only encountered through Noah whilst I was in America for consultation on one of his cases.

'There are pancakes in Japan,' I had told him.

'Not like this,' he had responded, laughing as he pulled me behind him. 'You've never had real, true, American style pancakes with authentic Canadian syrup on top.'

'If the syrup is Canadian, are they really American pancakes?'

He had shushed me, pressing his finger against my lips. It was surprising, not something I would've dreamed of doing to a co-worker or even a friend at the time. Then again, Noah wasn't one to shy away from physical touch.

'Don't think about specifics,' he said, ' it just complicates things.'

Japan does, in fact, have multiple versions of pancakes but usually they're fluffier and have more of a personality (like most things when compared to their American counterparts). Therefore, American pancakes weren't that amazing to me. Good, but not revolutionary.

To Keigo though, who had never really been interested in American cuisine, they were the best think since quirk-cancelling hand cuffs.

"They're just flat soufflé pancakes," I laughed before taking another bite of the eggs on my plate. For breakfast (at four in the morning no less), Keigo had chosen an American style diner since he "wanted to taste what the West was like."

"Yeah, but they're totally different! Western food is weird."

"Glad we're on the same page then," I said, laughing again and I reached over my shoulder, fingers reaching towards where the wings had only hours ago sprouted from my skin.

Over the course of our four hour training session we both (mostly me) learned the following five facts:

1- Making new muscles and bones in the span of thirty seconds hurts. Like ripping off a limb type pain (which is ironic considering I was growing two new limbs).

2- Learning how to use two new limbs is a bitch.

3- Bitch as it may be, I can, in fact, learn to move new limbs with the help of a third (second? Do wings count as a second party?) party.

4- Using new muscles hurts. Like way more than people would think.

5- Once I deactivate Keigo's quirk, the wings disappear into my back, leaving no scar or wound to show they even existed.

I'd have to build up my strength and muscle mass, but according Keigo, I'll be able to fly soon. The thought alone made my entire cardiovascular system drop in a heap somewhere near my feet, but hey. I'll be flying.

The thought alone is terrifying.

"So," he lowered his voice, leaned forward and biting his lip as he smiled, "how was it? How do you feel?"

He's so excited, I thought.

"I feel..." how did I feel? I wasn't really sure. This huge thing that could possibly change my way of living was just thrust upon me, how is one supposed to feel? Elated? Overwhelmed?

"I'm not sure how I feel," I admitted, laughing in attempt to seem light hearted. "But I know I'm excited. Amongst other things."

It wasn't a lie. Excitement was the only thing that I could decipher in my head, the only thing I could identify in my mess of emotions. It was odd, in a way. I always knew how I felt.

What are you doing to me Takami Keigo?

"Well that's good, right?" He exclaimed quietly, "I'm excited too! I get to share the most unique part of me with the woman I love."