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May Twenty-First//Artemis

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Five days into University and you’d think you’d have attended a class by now. But nope. Just freshman stuff mixed in with an exorbitant amount of paperwork, orientations and schedules. The school certainly put effort into making sure their freshmen were well informed in their first week. Which was a relief for the young woman standing in her dorm in nothing but her bra and underwear, holding the school uniform still on it’s hanger against her front as she checked herself out in the mirror.

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”Ugh. I’m not so sure this outfit is my color. Could they have chosen a worse color scheme?” The young woman sighed a little bit as she blew a few strands of shoulder length pastel pink hair from her face. In the background a chorus of medieval rock music played out of a pastel blue bluetooth speaker, though it wasn’t overly loud as not to disturb the people in dorms on either side of her.

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Besides being nearly naked. The only other notable feature on the young woman’s form was the moving tattoo with ran up her right arm from wrist to shoulder. Curious rune-like symbols swirling in concentric layers that spiralled up her arm. The only layers that seemed to be moving currently was the smallest near her wrist followed by the slightly slower one just about it. The girls name was May Hayashi, or as most people, including herself, called her. May Twenty-First. An odd name, but one that had stuck with her a long time.

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As she stood there, picking at threads on the uniform as she looked in the mirror she sighed, ”I wonder if I’d get in trouble if I modified the uniform slightly? Probably. Best not to cross too many lines even if my uncle does work at the school.” An uncle she’d not even run into yet despite having been here nearly a week already. You’d think her favorite uncle would have visited knowing she was on campus! But nope! Such was the life of a pro apparently.

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As she glanced to the side at the compound bow laying on the nearby bed she wondered if a bit of practice was in order for the day? She hadn’t gone to the gym beyond orientation yet and already she could feel the rust settling into her limbs. Rust that she’d rather shake off immediately. She had no time to get rusty. Then again, she had a mounted archery lesson tomorrow so she’d shake off the rust then too. She huffed as she pondered indecisively.

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Humming softly she’d just study herself in the mirror. Her door was unlocked but she didn’t have a roomie so she was hardly concerned.

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[Freja Helt]

Hero school was something else. Freja had never expected it would be this tough to keep up with her peers, but here she was training every day with minimal breaks. To add to that she was just a quirkless woman, no fancy regeneration or nothing to help her recover after training. Yesterday was fishing rod training. Yes, fishing rod. Freja had used a fishing rod and tossed the line around, trying to aim it at target dummies. All in preparation for her special bat weapon that Ana was developing for her. However, she couldn't dedicate herself fully to that fishing rod, as she had to workout and keep up her bat skills too.

She always felt like a zombie when she walked from the training grounds back to the dorms, but somehow today was even worse. Like the several days worth of soreness had just been building up and was making each training day worse and worse. She really needed to find a solution. Either a better way to rest after training, or maybe an enhanced hero suit? Had Leonid been right all along? She couldn't help but feel like she should have followed her teacher's advice and commissioned a hero suit before a weapon.

Oh well, she could worry all about that in her bed. Maybe she would make some coffee and vent to her roommates too. No, she would probably just fall asleep right away.

Opening the door with one hand, the other firmly clutching the bat which was resting on her shoulder, Freja walked into what she thought was her room, but was actually her neighbor's.

''Huh?''

Freja didn't know that though.

Like a deer in headlights she froze and stared at May. Who was this person? Why were they in her room and uh, why were they barely wearing anything????

Freja did what any sensible person would do and raised the bat in front of her while screaming. ''W-Who are you? What are you doing in my room?!''

May Twenty-First

[May Twenty-First]

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Of all the things that could of happened that day. Having someone burst into her room suddenly was not one of them. Technically, it WAS her fault for leaving her door unlocked. But she had no roomies so why would she have bothered? So as May stood there looking in the mirror, she nearly jumped out of her underwear when her door was pushed open and a girl resting a bat on her shoulder walked in.

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May dropped the uniform unceremoniously to the ground and turned to regard the girl as she started screaming at her and holding the bat in a rather threatening manner. Despite this, May didn’t seem too concerned as she cast a lazy glance at the bow on her countertop. It was within arms reached if needed.

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Placing a hand on her hip she’d tilt her head a little bit, ”Let’s just calm down. I’m May, May Twenty-First. And if you consider the facts around thee, you might change your tune a bit. This room is filled with my belongings and the number on the door I don’t believe has changed. So unless the school pulled a rather elaborate prank on me, I think thou has walked into the wrong room Miss…” She left the sentence hanging in case Freja wanted to give her own name as well

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Shrugging a little bit, May would turn, walking towards her suitcase sitting open on the bed, bending over, she’d dig around for a moment before tugging out her orientation sheet and stand back up. While her skin was soft and clean, she was covered in a strangest series of scars. They were all symmetrical, running down the backs of her arms, dotted up and down her spine and neck. They hadn’t come from a battle, that was for sure.

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Spinning back around like a ballerina she’d walk towards Freja, hesitantly using one finger to push the bat aside and offering the orientation sheet to the girl and pointing to the number on the door. She giggled, ”I believe you’ve walked into the wrong room dear.” She stretched a little bit and scooped up her instant-camera from the counter, quickly scooting in beside Freja and taking a selfie of the two of them and then setting it back on the counter as it printed the picture.

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”Sorry, gotta save this one for the memory book. Hope you don’t mind!”

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[Freja Helt]

''M-M-M-May?!'' What a pretty name, it almost sounded like the kind of name she would hear people have back home. No! This May here was clearly an evil intruder who was planning something nefarious. Stealing her things? Burning the apartment down?! Who knew! A-Also why was she barely wearing any clothes? ''T-Thee? Me?'' She muttered, confused by May Twenty-First's way of speaking. ''The wrong room?'' Now that she took a closer look around, this entrance didn't look like her own at all. ''B-But what? That can't be...'' Had she really made a mistake. ''F-Freja Helt, that's my name, it should be on the door somewhere.'' She would check herself if that didn't mean she would have to look away, leaving her vulnerable to any surprise attacks May might make.

Freja blushed when she realized she was still looking at May. It's not like she was some kind of creep!! Then again, were those scars? They were kind of unnerving, related to her quirk perhaps? They didn't look like battle scars or anything like that. Maybe her eyes were playing a trick on her too, but she could swear the tattoo May had was moving on its own. When she spun back around, Freja quickly averted her gaze, still blushing as she kept her head locked to the side. When May giggled and pointed out the room number, Freja could feel her entire world crumble, face growing even more red as she realized she had made such a monumental screw up that she could only HOPE May would be kind enough to forgive her after she had apologized a million times. She was so disoriented that in her blushing red daze, she barely registered that a selfie was being taken until after the fact. ''Ah- That-'' No, the picture didn't matter right now.

Freja immediately let go of her bat and fell to her knees, bowing her head as she apologized as sincerely as she could. ''I-I'm really sorry! I'm really, really sorry!! I didn't mean anything bad- I just came back from practice and I was so tired I didn't- I didn't double check.'' She looked up, face as red as a tomato as she pointed to the room next door. ''I'm your neighbor- m-my room is over there!'' Expulsion? Freja was lucky if she got off with such a light sentence.

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“Yup! May Twenty-First at your service.” She said with a soft smile. She couldn’t help but find a slight bit of entertainment in Freja’s face as the girl went through her emotions. Considering the facts. She gave the girl a sort of side-squeeze as she plucked the picture her camera had popped out, “Ahhh, that’s a cute picture. Thou looks like a deer in the headlights…” She moved to the side, flipping open a photo album on the counter until she came to a blank page.

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“Freja Helt. It’s a pleasure to meetcha! Even if thou did just tooooootally burst into mine dorm while I was half naked. If it had been anyone, you might have gotten some flack. Luckily for thou, I’m me! And meeting new people is always a positive to me!” She leaned against her counter after pointing out the number on the dorm, stretching beautifully toned arms over her head, the lower markings on her tattoo turning and moving.

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May waved a dismissive hand, “You know. If I wanted thee to apologize. I’d have asked, or acted all offended.” She moved over and poked her head out of her door, looking to the dorm next door, “I did wonder who mine neighbor was. Evidently thou is a bit hard to stumble across.” She pulled back into her room and slid the picture of Freja and herself into the picture album. An album that was full of dozens upon dozens of picture, like a memory book.

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“Hm. So you’re tired from practice. Maybe a nice cup of tea or some fresh made onigiri would perk you up.” She pointed to a fresh pot of tea on the counter and a tray of well-put-together Onigiri, “You’re welcome to join me if you’d like! You can tell me all about thou’s practice and how you’re liking the school so far!” She moved across the room, bending down to scoop up a soft shower robe from the edge of her bed. Her back an interplay of odd scars running parallel along her spine right up to the base of her neck.

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“Or you can go pass out in your dorm. Choice is yours!” She said as she tugged the bathrobe on to cover herself up a little. More for Freja’s sake than her own.

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[Freja Helt]

Freja raised an eyebrow. “May Twenty-First, like the date?” She didn’t mean to be judgmental or anything, but she hadn’t heard a name like that before. As far as she knew there weren’t any cultures where naming your young after dates was a thing. Was she just messing with Freja? That was probably more likely. Not that it mattered, May was a cute name all on its own. “D-Do I?? I do, don’t I?” She chuckled, her face still burning warm with the embarrassment of it all. She had to be putting on a performance worthy of the most awkward student at UAU right about now. “Are those all…” she trailed off, noticing how many pages were presumably filled with photo memories. “You like taking photos?” It was kind of endearing, and she had to admire how well May was reacting to this whole incident. Had their situations been reversed she would have probably freaked out and yelled at May.

“I really didn’t mean to!” She closed her eyes and put her hands together as she bowed her head shamefully. “Right..” she stopped herself, realizing that May probably wasn’t as offended as Freja would have expected. “Really?” She looked over at the counter and almost as if on cue her stomach started to growl. “If you insist.” She smirked, quickly looking away when May bent down to get the shower robe. “I’m up for talking.” She went over to take a seat. “It’s really nice of you to offer and besides, I’d like to get to know my neighbor a little better too.” She set her bat down next to her. “I was practicing with this thing. Some heroes use their fists, but I carry a weapon.” She blinked her eyes and looked back at May. “School is nice, but it’s exhausting.” She sighed, “I wouldn’t be so tired for practice if my brain wasn’t fried from the lessons, you know?” She gave her own temple a soft tap with the back of her knuckles. “How about you? Are you liking school, May?”

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“Yup! May Twenty-First! As I live and breathe. There’s a long, scary, action-filled story behind that choice of names. I’ll tell you when you’re older. Oh wait…you’re a few seconds older now. Iiiiit’s the day I woke up.” She nodded and giggled a little bit. There really was more to the story than that, but when it was boiled down. The date really was the day she’d woken up from her near thirty years in stasis.

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“Yeah, but your hair is pretty. So at least you’re a cute deer in the headlights.” She beamed over her shoulder as she flipped throught he album full of photo’s, “Are they all..what?” She tilted her head a little bit, blowing strands of pink hair out of her face.

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"But since you asked, It’s not really that I like taking photo’s. I mean, I do. But it’s more about…capturing memories. I mean, I want to leave my mark on the world. But when I’m gone, I want a piece of me to leave behind. So people can see that I lived my life to it’s fullest no matter the hurdles or choices I make.” She said this in almost a solemn tone, but then immediately went back to her bubbly self, flicking the album.

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“Feel free to take a peek if thou likes. There’s lot’s of fun photo’s in there.”

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She tugged on her robe and tied it shut, spinning around like a ballerina on one foot to face Freja, “I always say food is the best ice breaker. Who can’t be happier with a nice treat and some tea in their stomach! Certainly not me. Give me tea and Onigiri and I’m pretty much your best friend. Until the food’s gone. Then you’re on your own.” She grinned a bit goofily as Freja took a seat.

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“We’re birds of a feather in that regard. I too make use of a weapon as well.” She pointed to her intricately carved bow hanging on it’s stand on the wall. No quiver was visible anywhere.

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May scooped up one of the onigiri, taking a way-too-big bite, nearly choking and then in a very ladylike manner, coughed until she managed to get it all down so she could respond, “I can understand the exhausting part. It’s honestly a lot more classes and work than thou really anticipates coming into the place. Like, it’s the top hero university for a reason. But like…nobody is prepared for what they throw at us. But thou looks like the type who could weather just about any storm. Just wap whatever gets in thine way with that bat of yours.”

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May leaned back against a reclining chair and considered the further questions. How WAS she doing? It was a bit of a mixed bag in regards to her emotions and her place here at the school.

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“Hm. I’m liking school, a lot. The only hard part is that I’m just lagging so far behind everyone else in the hero classes. My quirk is not quite as flashy or currently as powerful as anyone else in the class. How the heck am I supposed to train against someone who can make stone golems rise out of the earth at will. I mean, I can shoot their eye out from a hundred yards away. But like…up close? It’s like…” She trailed off a little bit, wrinkling her nose in slight frustration.

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She waved a dismissive hand, “Mine apologies. I’m enjoying school, let’s leave it at that. No need to get into my childish frustrations right now. Today’s meeting is about how to walk in half naked girls and then share food with them!” She raised her tea like it was a glass of ale and then took a dainty sip.

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“Sooooo what’s thou’s quirk anyways? If thou doesn’t mind me asking.” She asked this through a mouthful of onigiri.

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[Freja Helt]

''The day you woke up?'' It could just be the name she was given the day she was born, but from how May was describing it, she had a feeling that somehow wasn't the case, like there was more to the mystery behind her name. Besides, it wasn't every day that you ran into someone named after the day they woke up. ''C-Cute?'' She felt a bit of a blush coming on, ''how? I came right from training I'm sweaty and tired.'' She blinked her eyes as she glanced at the album again. ''Are all those pages filled with photos you took?'' It seemed like a lot, but if taking pictures was your hobby that made sense.

''I see, so it's like that.'' She smirked. She could honestly relate to May's plight and she respected her more for it. It wasn't that May liked taking photos, she wanted to capture memories. It wasn't just taking pictures to fill out picture books, it was a statement of who she was. As someone who had already died once, Freja regretted that she hadn't taken more photos in her first life, back when both Elias and Freja were still alive to even take photos together in the first place. ''That's kinda cool.''

''Right?'' She giggled, clapping her hands together lightly at May's elegant ballerina spin. ''Is tea and onigiri your favorite?'' She bowed her head politely as she grabbed some for herself. She was about to take a bite when May mentioned that she too used a weapon. ''No way! You do? Now that you mention it..'' She turned her head to look at the bow, before looking back at May. ''Somehow I didn't register that, there's so many people here who don't use a weapon, I totally got used to being the only one!'' She looked at May, concerned for a moment as she started coughing after her big onigiri bite, but she seemed to have a handle on things so she didn't stand up from her seat. ''That's one way to put it.'' She grinned, ''it's worked so far. When in doubt hit it on the head, and if I can't do that, find a way to hit it on the head anyway!'' Taking a sip from her cup she glanced over at the bow again. ''I suppose your version of that is taking aim at your problems. Maybe I could learn a thing or two about aiming from you.'' Her aim with the grappling hook had been wonky to say the least.

''It's like we all have niches?'' She shrugged. ''I get you, not all quirks are created equal.'' She said with a sigh, starting to feel at ease as she relaxed more and more in May's room. ''H-Huh? That was never my intention! You make me sound like a pervert!'' She felt her face getting red again at May's teasing comment. ''My quirk?'' She looked down at the floor for a moment and rubbed the back of her neck with her hand. ''I don't have any. My quirk stopped working years ago.''

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“The day I woke up.” She parroted gently as if it made complete sense to her.

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May tapped her chin, “To put that statement in perspective. I was born the same year, the first quirk ever appeared.” She was cheekily dancing around the subject. Not that it was some big secret. Her name had been in dozen’s of studies. Her rejoining the world had been public news, so it was kind of hard to hide it.

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Moving on though, she let a small grin slip onto her lips and nodded, “Hm. Perhaps what you find cute and what I find cute are two compleeeeetely different things. I think the disheveled look fresh-from-training is totally endearing.” She shrugged helplessly and looked towards the photo album.

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“Yup. And that’s just one of…uh…seven albums? The others are on the shelf.” She pointed to a bookshelf whose middle shelf did in fact have seven nearly identical albums to the one on the counter. The only difference is that each of the spines had been done up artfully with various designs.

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May yawned, “Mmhmm. It is like that. Some people think it’s silly, but y’know. I want to be remembered.” She nodded.

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“Faaaaavorite is pushing the envelope a little bit. But they’re definitely up there! Though when it comes to snacks, Onigiri is probably my most common go-to when it comes to nibbles.” May flopped down comfortably as Freja admired the bow on the wall and nodded, “It’s not the most common I imagine. My quirk just doesn’t really have any function beyond making use of a bow. Perhaps some day it’ll grow beyond that though.” She mused idly.

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And then she was choking herself out, eventually catching her breath and sputtering. She really needed to take smaller bites, one of these days she wasn’t going to be able to clear her airway.

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Turning her bright gaze to Freja she smiled a little bit, “Hitting the nail on the head, taking aim at my problems.” She stifled a bit of a giggle, “Queen of puns over here. But you’re probably right. As for aiming, I could try and help you some time for sure! Could teach you to use a bow and arrow if you really wanted, I’ve only been doing it since foreeeeever.”

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May wrinkled her nose at the comment, “Not created equal, but it’s how we use them that actually matters.” She winked.

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A small grin slipped onto her lips as Freja went bright red, “I mean. You ceeeertainly didn’t divert your eyes. Maybe you are totally a pervert. Or maybe I’m just way too comfortable being half naked in front of people.” She shrugged helplessly and laughed.

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At the mention of her quirk having stopped working, May blinked.

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“Stopped working…? And yet you’re in the hero course. Commendable. Is there hope that it will come back to you some day?” She asked with a small tilt of her head, taking another smaller bite of her onigiri.

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[Freja Helt]

''Hm?'' Okay, so naming your child after the day they were born was kind of odd, but Freja wasn't going to dwell on it or anything. Then she blinked at what May said next. The first quirk? Well that would have been- then came the shock on Freja's face. ''The same year?! B-But that was..'' She held up her fingers and started counting. 30 years? 40 years? 50 years?! ''Then, you're 50 years old? You don't look like it at all.''

''..Is that so? Maybe you're right.'' Her face turned red again, not used to such honest and blunt compliments. Her cute? She had never spared it a thought. Someone like May was more befitting of that descriptor. Cute room, cute photo hobby, endearing and charming personality. ''No way, so you've been doing this for quite a while.'' She looked to the shelf as May pointed to it. It was always impressive when someone was so dedicated to their hobbies. These days all Freja did was train, train, train. ''I don't think that's silly at all. I'd like to think we all want to be remembered for something positive, right?''

''Nothing beats a good onigiri on the go.'' She could relate to that, taking full advantage of the many convenience stores Tokyo had to offer whenever she went into the city to explore. ''I see. It makes perfect sense why you would practice with one then.'' Concern grew on her face as May coughed, presumably getting something stuck in her throat. ''Are you okay?''

''Since forever, huh? That pretty much describes me and bats too. Ever since I was old enough to pick one up and get into fights.'' It was how they used quirks that mattered? Freja wasn't sure what she meant, when it came to quirks and how to utilize them, especially in class, Freja always just zoned out because it never applied to her. ''I-I am NOT!'' She blushed again, ''I'm very respectful of others, I would never do something like peep on purpose! If there was a pervert scale, I wouldn't be anywhere near it.''

''I doubt it.'' She smirked, her tone a bit somber. ''Any medical scans I've gotten have confirmed it's gone for good.'' Thinking about it, the fire quirk old Freja had wasn't even her quirk to begin with. ''But! That just means I can focus on other things, not dwell too much about whether it will return or not, you know?'' She smiled.

''Though it would be pretty sweet to have a quirk.''

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