![]() ![]() Mirai is looking for a new dustpan when he hears the voice call out to him. A week of breaking and entering, and disappearing before the occupants notice him.Ītsuhiro spots him in Kiyashi shopping mall, dressed more comfortably in a hoodie and jeans, but wearing the same scowl as the day of swiping his wallet. It’s a week before he spots the Salaryman again. If what the forecasts are predicting are accurate, then he’s going to have to pull it off soon. Maybe he can pull the old “Trick them into a relationship scheme to give him money” scheme. Sasaki Mirai, it reads, Licensed Marriage Consultant.Ītsuhiro hums to himself. He opens up the wallet, a limited edition All Might wallet he notes, and finds- nothing.Ībsolutely nothing in the limited edition All Might wallet, save for a singular piece of paper. Well, if he didn’t want to get robbed he shouldn’t’ve handed his wallet over so easily. A part of him, the part that sympathizes with him, feels sorry for the ever furthering figure.Ī larger part of him is gleeful at such an easy trick. Looks like he’s going for Supernatural Season 16 tonight.Ītsuhiro watches from the fire escape as the Salaryman walks away, shoulders hunched. Sighing, he turns around and heads back to his apartment. Of all the times to not use future vision it had to be this one! The other wallet that’s gone to the Magician is just a wallet that he keeps around because it looks nice.Ī wallet that he keeps around because it looked nice, that he spent thirteen hours in front of a merch store lining up for. Thankfully, he’s still got his actual wallet where he keeps all his money in. “Who uses Abracadabra in this day and age?” is Mirai’s first response. ![]() “Abracadabra!” And with a flourish, the wallet disappears. It hits Mirai that maybe it isn’t a good idea to hand a random street magician his wallet. “Now for my next trick, I will make this wallet disappear!” The magician places the wallet flat on his palm. He also forgets to touch the magician directly. Mirai doesn’t think about handing his All Might Limited Edition wallet over. You can’t exactly blame him for responding with, “I like your funny words, magic man.” Sasaki Mirai is twenty seven and exhausted. “You, Mister Salaryman, look like you could be in use of a little bit of,” he snaps his fingers, and cards sprout from the back of his hand, “magic.” Mirai turns towards the voice, coming from a masked man slouched against a wall next to a family mart. He’s been using the Jeanist brand of detergent for it lately and he can’t say he hates the smell of lavender on it. It’s an All Might scarf, a personal gift from the hero himself. He takes a deep inhale of the scarf grounding himself as bodies jostle each other in the crowd. It wouldn’t do to get a cold when he’s got a job tomorrow morning, after all. Snow falls all around him, twisting and turning and landing in his hair, dusting it with a layer of white. The train rumbles to a stop, and he files out along with the crowd. He picked the Salaryman aesthetic as a joke but now it looks like he is a Salaryman. He’s on season 15 right now, and nowhere near caught up to season 231 that they’re showing on NHK. Nowadays the only thing he’s got to look forward to when he gets back is All Might specials and maybe even an episode of Supernatural. Life’s been boring ever since Lego stopped making their All Might sets. Looks like tonight’s going to be a boring night. He exhales, and rests his head in the crook of his elbow. He’s only one stop away but he’s not going to make it in time. That’s fourteen minutes before the All Might Christmas special starts. ![]() He checks the watch on the arm holding onto the handhold.ħ.36 pm. Nearly seven feet in height, his head bumps the top of the train every so often. The train cart rattles, and Nighteye sways along with it. He looks up to All Might, but this is one of those rare times he regrets becoming the hero’s sidekick. He just wants to go back home, crawl into his All Might bedsheets, and watch comedy videos the rest of the night. ![]() This is one of those times.)Īfter todays absolute disaster of an operation- two entire blocks of city destroyed before All Might intervened, and that’s not counting the damage All Might himself caused. (There are times when future vision is unfortunately not omniscient. What a joke- everyone knows All Might wouldn’t harbor any sort of feeling for a cereal mascot! He doesn’t mind all the extra work, but would it kill All Might to at least take on some paperwork instead of punching the villain and dashing off to Tony the Tiger’s arms? Who knew that the man able to punch with a force of a meteor would have such extensive property damages? Sasaki Mirai is twenty seven, working as the sidekick of the Number One hero, and absolutely swamped with paperwork. ![]()
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