[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

Zenkai Hatake | ### | notes

Just knock.

Miroru found herself staring at the door to Zen's dorm room, chewing her lower lip while anxiety sparked in the back of her head. It wasn't as though he'd ever given her a single reason to be worried about him. He was exceptionally chill, and aside from barbs about her showing off (all of which she'd said to herself, so no points off there), she hadn't caught him being even close to unpleasant to anybody else.

But he was big.

Zen's size pricked the same associations in the back of her head as her father. Looming over her, without a scrap of sympathy, empathy or love for his child. Nothing but disdain, disregard, and worse. And it wasn't fair, but her reactions tied all of that in with Zenkai.

Which was why she'd come to try to force herself past it.

In her hands, she held a box of assorted mochi, hopeful he might like at least one of them. She'd brought gifts for every other student who's room she'd visited- except Rin, who she'd just been checking up on mid-night- so Zen got something too.

Plus, it made her feel a little less intimidated to think he might be nicer if he had a snack.

So, with one more deep breath...

Knock knock.

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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