Ice Cold

Habits

"Sorry, but we can't identify who the blood is from. Whoever it is isn't in our database."

"I see. That's alright. Thank you for your assistance." You bowed and walked out of the police station, pulling your hood over your head and pushing off the ground, shooting into the air.

It was already evening, and you said you'd finally come to the work study that night, yet you were late anyway.

You landed in front of the agency and walked inside, earning a lot of "Welcome back!" and "Long time no see!" comments, which you simply answered with an awkward wave, pulling your hood down a bit more.

Perhaps it was a habit you got from Tamaki.

"Hey, Y/N!" Fatgum walked up to you and grinned widely. "I'm glad you decided to come back here! Couldn't stay away, huh?"

You nodded, crossing your arms across your chest. "I see that your subordinates haven't changed." He rubbed the top of your head even if it had a hood over it. "And you haven't changed that professional way you talk! Come on, we're buddies by now!"

The doors to the agency opened again and Kirishima and Tamaki walked through the doors. If you were to describe it, it was like a kitten and a golden retriever bursting through the door, with the cat slinking behind.

"Hey guys!"

You bowed your head to him and Tamaki. "Good evening."

"See, he gets the energy!" Fatgum said.

You and Tamaki looked at each other and quickly lowered your hoods down. Kirishima did seem like a shining star beside the two of you. One of you were shy and anxious, the other reserved and stoic.

"Anyways, we've been informed of a robbery that..."

The words trailed off in your mind, like many other times. You hadn't realized it, but without the control of your father, it was actually really hard to focus. Before, you had to constantly have your senses sharp to basically spy on everyone at all times.

"You got that?"

You blinked, not registering the words that had came out of Fat Gum's mouth, but too unintentionally stubborn to admit it. The other two nodded and you simply did the same, pulling your hood over your face once again.

It had been a while since you were on any sort of patrol with... anyone, really. You were often alone other than the civilians watching you walk through the streets or hover above head.

Being with other people was... different, to say the least.

"Hey, Y/N, do you want a skewer?"

"Please refrain from using my name in a professional environment."

"Well, I assumed that you didn't like Cloak since..." Fat Gum trailed off, still holding the skewer in front of you. "Well?"

You knew what he was about to say. And he was right. You hated it when people called you Cloak, having not even being able to choose your hero name. Cloak was just describing your signature article of clothing rather than a hero name.

You slowly wrapped your fingers around the end of the skewer, careful not to let the sauce get on your fingerless gloves before beginning to eat it.

I want mochi.

Maybe savoury things just weren't your thing. But it felt wrong to decline it.

You glanced across the street, being met with a mother and a child walking out of a store hand in hand. Your eyes set on the pair as they walked out of your line of sight, where your hood was blocking your view.