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• • ＰＲＯ ＨＥＲＯ： ＮＩＭＢＵＳ ❝𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧, 𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙬𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩, 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩.❞ ᴮᴺᴴᴬᴿᴾ ⁻ ᴼᶜ

—as she presses her finger to her lips to quiet him. “You,” Her tone is hushed, to avoid drawing attention. Clearly he was privy to the attack before it occured, so he may have seen something she didn’t. “Did you see how many of them there were?”

A carefully manicured hand suddenly reaches through the fog, grabbing ahold of his forearm. Through the clouds she emerges, pressing herself close to him to ensure that he can he see her in the dense cover they’ve been provided. The fog still seeps from the corner of her mouth—

—of your students by yourself, Kouichi-san.”

Ryouya is returning several books to their correct shelves when the voice of a familiar fellow teacher creeps across the library. She glances towards the doorway, rolling her eyes. “Yes, yes, I’m coming. Some people might start thinking you’re incapable of taking care —

—Her voice calls out into the fog; their safety is the priority, and the cover will buy them time to avoid the sight of the enemy.

—the assailants from having a clear line of sight. It did cause another problem, though; anyone with unfiltered access to breathing in the mist was going to start feeling the slight effects of intoxication soon enough. “All civillians, clear the street! Go in doors, now!” —

—area swiftly becoming bathed in the cloud. It’s thick, and has a purple tinge to it; and the distinct scent of a sweet alcohol to it. She was on personal time, after all. Her latest ingested drink wasn’t intended for use, but… The scene was now obscured, at least preventing —

—pressing her cheeks on either side. One, deep gasp, followed by the largest abrupt exhale she can manage. This is accompanied by that mist she had begun to emanate earlier, but this time, it comes out in such an overwhelming plume that it hits like a smokebomb, the entire —

—𝘖𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺, she isn’t going to do that. What sort of hero flees the scene when there’s civilians in danger? Off the clock or not, she has a duty. In one quick movement, she rolls herself to the side, behind a nearby news stall. Her hand raises, thumb and forefinger—

—urchins looking for some quick cash. They targeted her and fired instantly rather than any negotiatin - Is this a hit on her? The nearby pedestrians scatter and duck, and her leathered companion swiftly gets to his feet, and demands for her to follow him. —

Glossed lips part, another point of argument reaching her tongue - but the gunshot distracts her, causing her to flinch, and swiftly turn back to face towards their attackers. They were firing a gun, just like that? That, to her, implies they aren’t merely some common street —

—groans, immedaitly pulling herself to sit up, and pushing the stranger away from her. “Are you crazy— You could’ve gotten hit! Be careful!” She snaps, her instinct to protect immediatly kicking in.

—fall towards her neck. But, she’s very abruptly interrupted — when a civilian tackles her to the ground. “ WHA—“ She barks, falling back with the male just as a gunshot sounds. There’s a scream from the nearby citizens, and panic immediatly raises into the air. Ryouya —

—rushing towards her, and her gaze lifts from her handbag. She takes in a breath, and sighs deeply. Out of her mouth seeps a cloud of white mist, like the breathy blow of cigarette smoke. But it’s thicker, and it doesn’t stop at just one plume. It’s expanding, seeping down to —

She wasn’t exactly on duty - she was out shopping, 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. But. . . Professional heroes don’t get a lot of time like that, where they can relax and not have to worry about some really pissed off delinquents— She hears the footsteps —

“Are these kids allergic to the library, or somethin’—“