Stormy Petrels

Turning a New Page

Yeah, I know I've been doing a lot of filler chapters lately, but uh, yeah, I think a little fluff is necessary every now and again. So here we go! -T.A.L.A.

"Hey, Mal?"

Malvolia's head jerked to the side to stare at him. The two were sitting on the edge of a rooftop watching the streets below them, it had been a quiet night and eventually the two had settled down on an apartment building that held a good view of the city, but now the sun was just starting to peak out over the horizon, lighting up the sky and overshadowing what little could be seen of the stars and Malvolia had been absently staring up at after a brief comment like she had so many months ago during their first meeting.

"I'm here."

"I- if UA doesn't turn out, cou- what if I just... I just kept up vigilantism with you?"

Malvolia laughed freely, pulling him sideways into a one armed hug and finally leaning the side of her face onto the top of his head with a sigh. Izuku took no shame in the fact that he shuffled even closer hugging her in turn and taking comfort in the familiar warmth, hidden away from his constantly screaming worries and anxiety for a brief moment , "I'll always be here for you, got that? Doesn't matter how UA turns out, good or bad, or how far you go, how great a hero you become, all you have to do is say the word and I'm there. Of course we can continue vigilantism, for however long you like... although can you just imagine the reactions: Beloved top hero, secret vigilante all along?!"

It took a moment, but as he chuckled a fearful thought crossed his mind, "I'm not tying you into this am I!?" Izuku hadn't thought of it before, but now that he did he couldn't pull the alarming idea from his head.

Malvolia snorted "When you disappear, I'll just fade out for a bit and then create a new vigilante. I did say this was going to be my new hobby didn't I? Maybe we should retire both either way; they are getting kind of well known it won't be long before people go after our identities." She pulled a face at that but paused, letting her arm drop to lean and peer down at the windows below them and then to the sides.

This time Izuku laughed as he scooted close to her again to enjoy the last few quiet moments of the early morning before the city woke. "Please, you're face would scare them away before they could think of reporting it."  Malvolia stared around a bit for a moment more before her face broke

Neither saw the person who stood in one of their few blind spots in a nearby building off to the side. Right beside the open window. Eyes narrowed at the duo as they remained where they were. It seemed something interesting had happened for him to report after all.

"Fucking nope!" Izuku laughed despite the dangerous situation as Malvolia, dressed in a bright red, sequined shirt and similarly colored sparkling tutu- both articles of clothing drenched in alarming amounts of glitter-, threw herself to the side as if her life depended it. They had taken one close look at the villain that stood laughing maniacally in the middle of the street when she had gone to strike and then she was off in the completely opposite direction darting a few steps down the street before leaping up and sliding across the smooth railing of an outside seating area.

"This one Eu, this is all you. I am going to go find someone with a mind erasing quirk." Izuku made a face, he couldn't help but agree.

With that quirk, yeah, no, he was just thankful he wasn't the one who tended to just throw themselves at the enemy for close combat and figure out the quirk along the way. He knew they knew the risks and accepted them in return for being able to quickly finish fights- something necessary for public safety and their own anonymity. He also knew Dabi had gotten a video of the red vigilante sliding gracefully along a railing dressed in the fluffed up, sparkling tutu that he would be able to get a copy of and lord over her head- Malvolia had lost a bet against him and, after some weeks of managing to escape it, she had drawn the female straw and had to face the punishment. A glitter coated tutu. She would be trying to get the stray glitter off of herself for weeks.