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May Twenty-First//Artemis

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Amid the serene beauty of the UA University training grounds, May embarked on a tranquil afternoon walk. The sun bathed the landscape in a golden glow, casting long, dappled shadows that danced playfully along the path. The gentle rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds created a harmonious symphony of nature.

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As May walked, she wore a soft smile, her wireless headphones delivering a melodic soundtrack to her surroundings. The inspiring music that flowed through her headphones seemed to resonate with the world around her, elevating the ordinary into something extraordinary.

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Beneath her feet, the well-maintained cobblestone path crisscrossed emerald lawns that stretched out like a lush, verdant carpet. Flowers of various hues adorned the landscape, their vibrant petals swaying in rhythm with the breeze. It was funny how much you came to appreciate the small things around you after a pair of harrowing experiences.

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In the midst of this picturesque scene, May noticed a familiar figure in the distance. It was Takeo, the boy she had fought alongside during the harrowing battle against The Enlightened. He was doing some rather skillful things with a soccer ball and his presence added a touch of serendipity to the moment as she watched him.

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May gave pause for a moment and with a shy and friendly smile, she offered a delicate wave in Takeo’s direction as she paused on the path, reaching up to adjust her headphones. She hadn’t spoke to too many people since the incident with The Enlightened. Of course, two weeks following it she’d disappeared off the face of the planet for nearly a week. So she hadn’t had much ability to converse. Not that she wanted to. Her head was a whirlwind of thoughts that she was working on sorting through.

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Reaching up, she’d tug back silken pink strands of hair into a thick ponytail at the back of her head. One of the easiest ways to know May was concentrating or lost in thought was when she put her hair up. Something about that action helped her narrow her focus, to sort through her thoughts. Maybe it was because having strands of hair dangling about your face was a distraction…?

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After a moment of fussing with her hair she looked up, taking the moment to set multi-hued eyes upon Takeo, simply watching him with mild enjoyment. It was a stark reminder as she watched him, that while they all pursues the path of heroes. They all had come from somewhere. Maybe Takeo had been a soccer player in his previous school?

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[Takeo Hoga]

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Holding on tight

Challenge.

That was what Takeo valued most. He’d learnt early on that there was no joy or merit in succeeding at things you were inherently good at. In that same respect, there was no triumph in struggling ceaselessly against things you never could improve at. Ever since that fateful encounter with a villain at the mall, Takeo had been chasing the high of the ‘flow state’- that inbetween where something pushed you to your limits, offered great difficulty- but could still be achieved.

It seemed nonsense to most. Many people became heroes out of a desire to contribute to the world or do right by society. Others because they’d experienced tragic loss on some scale. Some cared more about the money and the fame- shallow, but tangible goals.

Nobody seemed to really understand Takeo’s train of thought, and so he often didn’t express it. Things had been different during his encounter with the Enlightened, however. The comrades he’d fought beside got a glimpse of his true self- of what he looked like when he felt alive.

Since then, he’d dealt with numerous legal forms, questions, and even special instruction from some of the teachers at UAU. He’d expected to have gotten in more trouble, but given the sheer scale of the Elementals and how suddenly they appeared, it seemed many of the students were being granted leniency. Hell, some were even being put on fast tracks due to how they handled the threat.

Takeo was no exception. He’d been learning martial arts with Yuki Onna, though right now he wasn’t focused on training or his classwork.

Instead, he was chasing that feeling once more- though this time on a much smaller scale. He bounced the soccer ball on his ankles, shins, and feet- trying to keep it up in the air like a hacky sack. He was trying to hit fifty bounces in a row, but he hadn’t gotten farther than a dozen or so before the ball would fall. Even with his surprising dexterity and skill with the ball, he was by no means a pro.

Eventually, his eyes caught it- that familiar figure at the other end of the field, tying her hair.

Takeo trapped the ball with his foot before popping it up into his arm. He’d return her awkward wave, moving over towards her.

”Archer, it’s you! You a teacher?” He asked. Truth be told, he was wondering how she’d been doing since their encounter with the purple man. Last he saw, she was knocked out cold and being carried away by the Queen of Villains.

”I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

He paused for a moment, unsure how to proceed. Socializing wasn’t exactly the young hero-in-training’s specialty. Even so…he’d be remiss to say goodbye so soon after a chance meeting like this.

”Don’t think I ever got to introduce myself. My name’s Takeo.”
He offered.

His eyes glanced down to the ball tucked under his arm and then back up at Archer. ”You wanna… kill some time with me?”

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May Twenty-First//Artemis

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Because of course he was going to come over and talk. What had she expected? A return wave and being able to go on her way? No. This was UAU, everyone wanted to chat. Not that she minded, while May valued her alone time. She was fairly sociable, perhaps more than some people tended to like at the best of times.

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Reaching up as Takeo made his way over she’d tug her headphones off. The slight ringing was still there, but she had been assured it would eventually go away. She let the headphones drop to around her neck and offered a bright smile in response to Takeo’s greeting, “Good seeing thou again…uh…Mr. Handsy.” She nodded, it was the best she had. She hadn’t really gotten to talk much with any of them during that fight. Such was the nature of being a long-distance fighter.

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May let a bemused smile slip onto her lips, “We go to the same school. It was fate that we’d meet once more.” There she was, back to her old speech habits. Something that slipped in once in a while when she was relaxed and not thinking about it.

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‘My name’s Takeo.’

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May extended a hand, pausing as she realized she was offering the hand with the wrist brace on. She withdrew and offered the opposite, “Pleasure to meet you in a not-active-battlezone. I’m May Twenty-First. Although I’ll admit, Archer is the nicest of nicknames I’ve been given, So thou can call me that if it suits thee.” She giggled lightly. The only two people that had ever given her nicknames were her uncle and her high school bully.

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She let her gaze lower to the soccer ball. Gods, when was the last time she’d played soccer? She’d been part of an all-girls team at her time at boarding school, but that had been ages ago at this point.

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“Sure. I’m just wandering aimlessly anyways. The grounds are lovely at this time of day.” She said this in reference to the sunkissed hues cascading across the landscape as the sun made it’s way down beneath the horizon.

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Reaching up, she’d tug off her softshell sweater and tie it about her waist. Beneath she wore a boring black t-shirt which was a bit outside of her normal wardrobe, but black did well to hide bruises. As usual, her tattoo on her right arm was vibrant and moving. Like a living timepiece etched into her skin layer-by-layer. A tattoo that had sparked MANY arguments when she was younger. For who’d let a kid get a tattoo?

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She motioned for Takeo to lead the way onto the field as she plucked her headphones from her neck, folding them up and tucking them into a little satchel attached to her belt, “So how have thee fared since the battle? I apologize for not seeking thee out sooner whilst we were recovering.”

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Holding on tight

Go to the same school? So she was a student and not a rookie hero?

”Huh.”

It was all he could muster. The height and her strange tattoo had made her seem a lot older, but it turned out they were classmates after all. Proof not to judge a book by its cover, if nothing else.

”May’s less work to say.” He answered with a shrug. By now she felt more like an ‘Archer’ in his mind, but he’d rather use her name. Just like how he’d prefer being called Takeo instead of ‘Handsy’.

A curt nod at her response and he’d lead her back to the field. Takeo dribbled the ball lightly between his feet for a few seconds before gently passing it over to Arch- May. Simple, idle motions while they conversed.

”Got invited to some Martial Arts classes, been trying to learn some new skills in case something like that happens again.” He spoke freely, though his voice was almost monotone.

”Looking into internships.” He snuck in at the end.

He’d only been at UAU for a few weeks- far too soon to start an internship for most students. That feeling in his heart hadn’t left though; that longing for action. For a challenge.

Any excuse the fledgling hero could take to go out into the field and experience that again, he’d be happy to take. Besides, the heroes were treating the people caught up in the Elementals threat special- he was sure he could get permission to start an internship ahead of schedule. He just had to find the right office…

”What about you? I never saw you around in the hero course. Were there any complications with your injuries?”

He didn’t dance around the question. May had suddenly gone unconscious in the middle of their battle, and was then dragged away by a masked villain. At the time it had seemed right- Ishtar had fought alongside them and helped save the Adachi ward, after all. The more he’d thought about it though, the more he’d worried something might’ve happened to her.

”You went down pretty hard when we were fighting the purple man. Figured it must’ve been some drawback to your quirk. Overexerting your body from overuse, or something along those lines.”

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May Twenty-First//Artemis

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“Well, then May it is!” She said brightly. Trying to be her old bright self felt good. She clasped her hands behind her back and follow him along to the middle of the field. The training fields were always nice. A good place to let loose if you wanted or in this case, kick around a soccer ball and chat.

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She looked down to the ball as it was passed over to her, she rolled it around with her foot a little bit before kicking it around a bit to get a feel for it. It was clear she’d handled a soccer ball before, but out of practice was certainly a good description as she fumbled it about.

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Looking up at Takeo she’d kick the ball back to him, “Martials arts classes huh? I can certainly see the benefit. Taking them at the school or…?” She tilted her head a little bit.

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“Any agencies that thee has their eyes upon?” May hadn’t been looking for internships but previous to their fight with the Enlightened she’d managed to land one alongside a sponsorship with ASTA. She still needed to touch base with Sonya in regards to things moving forward. Though it was likely she’d get a scolding for the recent events as well.

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May rubbed her head a little bit, “Well, I’ve been in the course for a few months. But following that battle I was rather in the hospital for the few weeks.” She tapped the brace on her wrist, “No real complications unless thee counts being kidnapped from the hospital by some psychopath.” She shrugged a little bit. She’d just as quickly forget the events in the Afflicted’s facility.

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She moved up, quickly kicking the ball away from him and stealing it back, “Aaaaas for going down during the fight we were in.” She furrowed her brows a little bit and laughed, “Mine quirk is a bit more aggressive in it’s drawback. I overdid it pretty hard in that fight, Although it was more time than I’ve ever used before. So that’s pretty cool.” She mused for a moment. She had yet to test the newly discovered limits of her quirk. Something she’d have to get to soon.

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“What about thee? Any lasting injuries or issues following? How has thou been liking the hero course so far?” She asked this as she kicked the ball into the air and then back at Takeo, all the while tugging her little compact blue polaroid camera from beneath her shirt and fumbling with a few switches.

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The ball stopped as Takeo pressed his foot down on it. He fidgeted with it a little, but otherwise kept it there as he spoke.

”It’s something the teachers are offering for people who were involved with the Elementals. Surprised you haven’t heard about it.”

The ball traveled between his two feet as he started dribbling absentmindedly, not even cognizant of the fact he wasn’t exactly doing his part in passing it back. ”My roommate’s dad has an agency, but honestly I’ll go anywhere. I just want to get back out there, y’know?”

His legs stopped moving, the ball awkwardly stopping against the side of his foot as he stood there in shock. No wonder she hadn’t heard about the extra class. ”I didn’t realize it was that bad. If I knew, I would’ve visited.”

Would he have? Even he was surprised to hear himself say it.

Before he could even pull himself together from hearing about her hospitalization, she casually brought up the fact that she’d been kidnapped.

Eyes widened, he opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. What did you even say about something like that? ‘Oh damn, that sucks. Sorry to hear it.’

In his current state, May was easily able to steal the ball from him. The sudden action shook him out from his stupor. ”Kidnapped?! Do the teachers know? Your family?”

He almost wanted to slap himself for the stupid questions. There was no way in hell she hadn’t already told them. Right?

Right?

As she continued, he noticed something odd in the way she described her quirk’s drawback. ”Used too much time? Do you mean you used it for too long?” He asked. The wording was strange, enough to catch his attention.

He swiftly moved to try and catch the ball with his knee, only barely catching it in time. ”I’m sorry May, but you can’t just drop that you were kidnapped and expect me to talk about homework. You should be worried about yourself right now- I’m perfectly fine.”


The seemingly passionate words were in stark contrast to his nonchalant tone, emotion only entering his voice during the initial reveal of her circumstances. He kicked the ball back towards her gently as she fiddled with the camera.

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[May Twenty-First]

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May Twenty-First//Artemis

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May blinked a few times. Teachers were offering self defense classes? She was rather surprised she’d not heard about it. Then again, she’d kind of been tucked away in a hospital for a week and then everything else happened. So having it slip by her in the few days she’d been back seemed pretty reasonable.

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She gave a small shrug, “Well, I’m sure thou will take to it well. Especially with that quirk of yours. Kind of lends to a more up close and personal style of combat I think.” She mused a little bit. She watched him with mild curiosity as he dribbled the ball back and forth, it was hard to keep track of and a stark reminder of how long it had been since she actually played soccer.

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May considered his eagerness. She had recently been sponsored and taken on by ASTA, something she needed to touch base with Sonya on in the near future, she looked up at Takeo, “Thou should get ahold of ASTA. They’re kinda specialized in setting up heroes and heroes-in-training with different agencies and stuff.”

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May waved a dismissive hand, “It probably wasn’t so bad that I had to remain in the hospital. But mine mum is a worry wart and Uncle Satori insisted I stay until I was mostly healed up. Bet he regretted THAT choice real quick.” She giggled softly, wincing slightly as memories of The Afflicted’s lair flashed through her head. It hadn’t been the most pleasant experience out there.

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But like May always did, she smiled.

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May wrung her hands slightly and moved in to steal the ball at his surprise, “Well, Mine uncle was the one who rescued me. Sort of. The teachers and my family are aware. I am alive still, for what it’s worth.” She offered a soft smile and kicked the ball in the air, catching it in her hands for a moment and then dropping it and kicking it back to Takeo.

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“Kind of? My quirk’s source of energy, what allows me to make arrows is lifeforce. So every shot costs me a little bit of my remaining time in the world. That’s all.” She said this so casually, like it didn’t bother her. Which in some regards, it really didn’t. She’d resolved that fact in her head a long time ago. She wanted to spend every minute of her quirk, for others. To give her life meaning. No point in being sad about it, right?

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She shuffled back a little bit, tousling strands of pink hair, “Sorry. Honesty is a bad habit sometimes.” She looked down at herself, experimentally poking my chest, “I did worry about myself. I’m breathing, I’m no longer buried under fifty tons of rubble, I didn’t get squished by some super-powered gravity guy, and I got to use my quirk to help others. I feel like that’s worried enough, non?” She offered a bright smile in face of his passionate words.

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And then she spun about so her back was facing him, “But first…say cheeeeeeese!” She said, holding up the camera so it was ready to take a selfie and put on a big dorky smile before clicking the button. There was a flash, and a motorized noise as the camera slowly spat out it’s photo which May took between her fingers and waved in the air gently.

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“Heh. Sorry. Habit.”

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KAY

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Holding on tight

Asta…that’s the support equipment company, right?

“I would’ve fingered you for the hero course.” Takeo answered simply.

He was surprised she was able to steal the ball from him, though she had caught him off guard with the news on where she’d been. ”It’s lucky he was able to find you. You can’t take villains for granted these days— the Elementals taught me that. It’s not a game in the real world.”

The scrawny boy caught the ball with his knee, popping it gently into the air before trapping it under his foot. ”That’s…”

His leg went limp, the ball awkwardly rolling away. What do you even say to something like that? ‘I’m sorry?’ ‘That sucks?’ The truth of the matter was…

”That’s not fair.” Takeo muttered. ”Your life matters just as much as anyone else’s. You shouldn’t be using that so casually.” he blurted out, as if he knew May better than she did. Almost as soon as the words left his lips, he felt a hot wave of shame wash over him. ”I mean, you’re an adult. You know your limits better than anyone else. You really should have an alternative, though. You mentioned working for Asta, right? Maybe they could whip you up some special arrows so that you don’t have to use your quirk all the time.”

For what it was worth, she did seem to be taking it seriously. Takeo sighed, ”Yeah, you’re right. Sorry to kill the mo-”

Before he could finish, she was right up in his face, camera at the ready. The results… Well, Takeo wasn’t very photogenic. His expression was a mix of confusion and remorse, which ultimately made him look like a donkey.

”You’re forgiven only if you delete that.” he answered, cheeks flushing the faintest shade of red. Even he could get embarrassed sometimes.

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