[Ana Borovsky]

IT'S ME! HI!

I'M THE PROBLEM! IT'S ME!

The break in between freshmen and sophomore year had been more difficult than Ana had initially anticipated. She had been homesick to be sure. Being away from Mama, Papa, Marina, and Dmitri for months on end for the first time quite literally ever strained Ana’s emotional state. No one ever realized it though. They never got past the unnerving smile to see deeper. Well, a couple did. Gen and Jun, but Ana had divulged nothing of import about her family or her past. Still, it was because of them, especially him* that Ana had struggled while away from Japan and back in Alaska.

She missed Gen.

But they were both back on campus now. She could see Gen whenever she wanted! Well. Sort of. They still had classes in different departments as well as other obligations and Gen still insisted on keeping their relationship a secret. He said he didn’t want people targeting her because he was… himself. An understandable concern given Gen’s attitude to anyone besides her. But there was a bud of anxiety in her chest that threatened to bloom under the right circumstances.

What if he was keeping their relationship a secret because he did actually want to date her?

The thought flashed across her mind at regular intervals as she made her way to the designated meeting location during their shared lunch break. It was someplace quiet. Isolated. Secret. Each time the thought occurred, Ana’s grin grew wider. So did her eyes, unblinking even against the bright midday sun between buildings.

She arrived at an empty classroom in a wing of the general studies building currently closed for minor renovations after a Hero studies scuffle got out of hand and made its way across campus during summer classes for those who opted in or were required to take them. Ana had phased in through the side of the structure with her Quirk after making sure no one was looking. It seemed like she had arrived before Gen, but there was never really any telling with him given All For One was at his disposal.

Notes & Tags: Kurokami Gen | Wearing uniform w/ short lab coat. | Ears and tail hidden.

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Miseria Cantare

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An empty classroom. Countless rows descended besides three sets of steps that led from the door to the desk. It had only been a few days since the season started, but spring was out in full force, if the clear blue skies behind the windows were any indication. The place was absolutely empty. It was devoid of any signs of any would-be heroes, save for some scant imperfections that littered the room. Bits of gum on the underside of a desk, carving onto the surface and sides of the wood, and a lone “B+G” doodled onto the whiteboard. From the looks of it, it seemed like Gen wasn’t here, but before long, the entire classroom would fade out of view.[break][break]

One moment, Ana could see the room clear as day and empty, and then the next, it would all go dark. She hadn’t gone blind. She could feel something covering her eyes. Fingers that all led into a pair of soft hands, ones that had never seen a hard day's work in their life. Ones that were all too familiar to her by her. She had her cute little experiments to thank for that. “Guess who, Bright Eyes?” If that surprise wasn’t enough to raise her heart rate through the roof, then the voice that greeted her was sure to do the trick.[break][break]

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That was the time afforded to Japanese university students between semesters. 21 days. A brief, but necessary reprieve. They could see their families and maybe another part of the country, perhaps work full-time for a few weeks to build up their savings, or just loiter around their room until it was time to head back into the heroic meat-grinder. Whatever they did in that time, the point was to clear their heads for the upcoming school year, something Kurokami Gen had failed miserably at. He had gone back home, but he had forgotten his mind back on campus.[break][break]

For those three weeks, all Gen could think about was coming back, and could you really blame him? One year ago, he was nothing, a talentless hack who was fated for a job flipping burgers or working through lists at a call center. Now, he was the all-knowing, all-seeing, and all-powerful future of the industry. The inimitable All for One. He wondered how the country’s best and brightest heroes could fail to see through such a farce, but he wasn’t complaining. [break][break]

He was living the good life, one that everyone told him was out of reach, and he wasn’t about to let it go to waste. His mind couldn’t help but lose itself in the reality he had forged for himself. But most of all, his mind had been taken over by the one thing more important than a cushy job, expensive merchandise deals or laundry discounts.[break][break]

Her.[break][break]

Ana Borovsky. the only person on campus as brilliant as Gen pretended to be. He still wasn’t quite sure what she saw in him, but he wasn’t about to question it. Even he wasn’t that stupid. It was, without a doubt, the best part about the sham he called a life. And it was doing him no favors in regards to clearing his mind ahead of year two.[break][break]

Of course, Gen would’ve loved to take Ana on a thousand different dates during those three weeks, but he wouldn’t get to enjoy that privilege. It was just his luck, he finally gets a girlfriend, and right after hell week dies down, she hops on a plane to Alaska, of all places.
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But enough of that, she was back in Japan, and he was back at U.A. University. Nothing could stop them from meeting, as long as no one else got to see them together. With all the shit he got up to, it would be hypocritical to judge anyone for hitting him below the belt. It was only a matter of time until someone got that boneheaded idea.[break][break]

Still, it wasn’t hard to set up a meeting away from prying eyes. Ana could turn even a bank vault into an open door and Gen’s real Quirk could best be described as “Stealth Hacks”, and he was about to put them to the test. Ever the prankster, Gen had made sure to be the first person in the room, using his superpowers to create the illusion of an empty room, one he triggered as soon as his better half phased through the wall, and from there, well… the rest was history.[break][break]

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[Ana Borovsky]

IT'S ME! HI!

I'M THE PROBLEM! IT'S ME!

Ana was smart enough to know it was likely she was not alone because that was just how Gen was. He had a flair for the dramatic and liked to make an entrance whenever he could. But knowing something was very different from being prepared for something.

She flinched at the sudden contact, the motion kickstarting her heart into overdrive, but surprise came more so from the veil of darkness that descended alongside it. Considering that Ana could see in the dark, the only time her sight was ever normally taken from her was when she closed her eyes. Which she didn’t do very often outside of sleeping. After all, cats could go hours without blinking and so could Ana — much to the discomfort of others.

The flinch and tension that came with it melted away. So too did Ana as she leaned back into the boy behind her. She would recognize his touch and voice anywhere and that realization did nothing to slow her heart beat down. Quite the opposite.

“Hi, Genichirou,” Ana purred. Literally in fact as a quiet rumble followed up her greeting thick with both her Russian accent and emotion. Two of the three audible traits were things no one else had ever heard from her. Not even her family. At least not since she had been very little when such things were still acceptable in the eyes of her parents.

Her tail unwound from her right leg where it had been hiding beneath the skirt of her uniform and the short lab coat she wore over it. It wrapped around Gen’s leg in turn as she sank even further into him. All of her earlier anxiety over the secrecy was dispelled for the time being in wake of the relief that came from being near him again. Which was a concept wholly foreign to quite literally everyone else when it came to Gen. It was one of the many ways in which Ana was not normal, but normal was overrated anyway.

“I missed you!”

Notes & Tags: Kurokami Gen | Ears hidden. Tail not hidden.

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The way his name left Ana’s lips, it was like honey being poured straight into his ears. He wasn’t used to hearing in full without either a sermon or an asterisk attached. The purr that came after was the icing on the cake, and the feeling of her tail wrapping around him, the cherry on top of the diabetes-inducing cake that was her affection. A three-pronged attack that melted through his defenses in an instant. God, he was so lucky.to have her.
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His arms uncovered her eyes, only to wrap themselves around her sides in a warm embrace, whilst his head squeaked its way next to her, resting on her shoulders with a smile painted on his lips. It wasn’t the one this school had grown to hate. No, it carried an uncharacteristic lack of contempt and condescension. In fact, you might even say it looked a little silly.
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Truth be told, it was strange hearing about how someone missed him. He was used to people cherishing his absence, that was, if they even noticed it in the first place. This was… new to him. “I missed you, too.” Originality was never his strong suit. If it was, he would’ve probably come up with something less overdone than stealing superpowers. Still, he knew it hurt to add a personal touch here or there. In this case, it was in the form of a single delicate word, known only to him, whispered into her ears like a cool breeze. “Svetlana.”
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One could only imagine the reactions most people would have if they laid eyes on this scene. The two most problematic students in both Heroics and Support, sharing this tender moment, so sweet it could clog your veins from just seeing it. Even if you took a picture, no one would believe it. But Gen wasn’t thinking about that. Those marks didn’t matter, not now. None of it mattered. Not even All for One. Right now, the devil felt like he was in heaven, and nothing could take that away; he was lost in the bliss of meeting Ana all over again. All he wanted was for this moment to stretch on and on, as if to compensate for all the weeks he spent staring at his ceiling.[break][break]

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[Ana Borovsky]

IT'S ME! HI!

I'M THE PROBLEM! IT'S ME!

It was probably a good thing that Gen couldn’t see Ana’s face when he said her name. She felt heat rush to her cheeks in response. Her ears also twitched accordingly, but they were pinned beneath her hair by pins. Not for long though. Ana reached up to free her ears from their confines. At least for the time being in the privacy of the abandoned room. They popped out from beneath the veil of her dark tresses and wiggled as proper feeling came back to them.

She pocketed the pins within her uniform blazer then rested her hands on Gen’s arms where they were wrapped around her. “I can tell,” she responded before rubbing the side of her cheek against his head. Then she let silence underscored by the hum of her quiet purring take the two of them for several moments as she simply enjoyed his presence.

Eventually though, Ana’s almost constant need for stimulus overtook her and stillness turned to fidgeting that turned to Ana popping her Quirk to free her of Gen’s hold. Only for her then to turn around, solid once more so that she could plant a kiss on his lips with her hands on either side of his face.

“We don’t have a lot of time before the lunch break is over.” She sounded sad when she spoke after pulling away a fraction, but she still smiled up at him in a far less manic way than normal. “How are you? How was break? Tell me everything.”

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In the midst of this marvelous moment, Gen’s eyes would periodically wander up to the top of Ana’s head. It was about to happen. The best part. Any second now, Ana was going to reach into her hair, and a few seconds later, something magical would happen. Sure enough, the pins would come off, and a pair of cat ears would burst out of her hair. That’s right. Ana was someone who, long ago would’ve been considered no more than a myth, spoken only in rumors and highly edited images on internet forums, a being made possible only through the magic of Quirks. [break][break]

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His face lit up like a Christmas tree as he stared on, mouth agape as he watched her ears twitch into view. He wouldn’t be stuck there for long, as that sight was accompanied by the feeling of Ana nuzzling up to him with her quiet purring playing like music in his ears. In between thanking his lucky stars for this moment and enjoying it, he had no time to see Ana’s next move coming.[break][break]

Suddenly, his arms went from holding his first love, to nothing at all. He recognized the holographic ensemble of lights that was Ana’s Quirk, equal parts blinding and beautiful, but it was too late. By the time he figured out what was happening, it had already happened. Brown eyes widened as he felt her lips pressing onto his and a pair of hands pulling him towards them. His cheeks turned bright red as his heart began to match the other’s pace and volume. Cracks in the mask to be locked away from anyone else. [break][break]

Ana had gotten one over on him, thankfully, her cheeky kiss was enough to douse her boyfriend’s pettiness. Unfortunately, this too had to end, just like all good things. Gen would let the bright-eyed scientist pull away, but only slightly. Resting his forehead onto hers, his lips would curl into a smirk as she let question after question slip out, and he would answer them with his usual brand of snark, making sure to dull the edge with an uncharacteristic sweetness. “Everything? That’s gonna take like… three weeks.” Amused as he was at himself, he would let out a goofy little giggle.[break][break]

“It was... long, definitely doing better now, though.” No lie detector needed for that one. “The break was too long. Saw the family. It was very funny watching my parents do a total 180 on this Hero thing. Sister’s still…” His eyes wandered over to a corner as he searched for a proper word to describe that demon, before giving up and just speaking his mind. “A bitch.” Without any remorse, he would put his family to the torch, which did wonders for hiding the fact he did jack squat over the holidays. “Saw my uncle, too, but fuck ‘im.”[break][break]

“But enough about me”—from just a few inches away, she could see Gen’s eyes finally trailing back to where they belonged, her—”I wanna hear what you did, B-chan. Tokyo to Mars is a pretty long trip. You sure you’re not jetlagged, or well, shuttle-lagged?” From how bad the distance was, she might as well have traveled to another planet. “How was the mothership? What didja’ do out there?”[break][break]

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[Ana Borovsky]

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It wasn’t often that anyone got to see Gen flustered. Even Ana. So she particularly relished when crimson crept across his face. The smirking quality of her smile returned, albeit still a softer expression than what others had to endure from either Ana or Gen at any given time.

The softness remained as Gen spoke briefly on his less-than-ideal vacation from university, though the smile diminished until it was barely perceptible across her lips when his eyes returned to her. It didn’t resurface, but she leaned into him more and huffed out in her heavy Russian accent, “Well, I suppose it’s not their fault you got all of the intelligence in the family and they couldn't see how amazing you are in the first place.”

Amazing or not, that didn’t stop Ana from shifting in response to Gen’s teasing about her being from an alien from Mars so that she could gently bite his cheek. “I’m from Fairbanks, Alaska,” she said. A phrase she often repeated. Mostly to Gen, but anyone else that mistook her for Russian or alien — even if the evidence for either or was overwhelming.

Like Gen’s before her, Ana’s eyes wandered, though in the opposite direction. She was secretive in general. He had begun to unwind the mysteries hidden beneath her caustic outward personality, but there were still some things that Ana kept close to her chest. Besides Gen himself. Her family was the primary one. She loved Mama and Papa and Marina and Dmitri! But she wasn’t supposed to talk much about them and even if she did, what was she supposed to say?

Her eyes returned to her boyfriend and she smiled wide. “Mama helped me study lots for the new semester and then I came back here to you!” Her mask had slid back into place momentarily when she had responded, but it slipped away again as she pinched the cheek opposite of the one she had nipped before. “I have to stay on the top of my field if I’m going to make things to keep you safe out there. *Shuttle*-lagged or not.”

Notes & Tags: Kurokami Gen