#SHIP : Hana x Miyoko ; nightiingaled

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@nightiingaled asked:

Miyoko wrapped their arms around the other and hugged closely, a little note falling to the desk with their swirled handwriting. 'Happy Birthday, my dear!' They present a large box - to be found within a new pair of headphones that Hana had been looking into buying. "I love you," they sign happily.

HANA'S BIRTHDAY 2X23

"Miyo-chan~" is Hana's enthusiastic greeting as she hugs Miyoko back. She knows the other can't hear her - not unless she's speaking in an earpiece or something that can transmit radio waves - but they can probably feel the vibrations of her body as she hums happily, much like a contented cat.

She accepts the gift with a smile, hazel eyes widening and a huge smile lighting up her face as she lifts the present from its box to admire it - a pair of headphones, not just any headphones but the one she's been eying for a while to replace her old pair: a bright neon green - her favorite color - complete with cat ears decorations; the box promises they glow in the dark and she honestly couldn't wait to try them on and see if that's true.

She hugs Miyoko again, careful not to crush the present between their bodies, then pulls back and, headphones already around her neck, signs "Thank you so much Miyo, I love them. I love you~."

[rcbcllixvs]

Hana frowned lightly, more thoughtful than in sincere annoyance, thought not at Miyoko, never them; sweet, lovely Miyoko, who had the misfortune of being born to a despicable man, just like Hana herself.

And that's the thing, the root of the problem: when one (or both) of your parents is bad, you can't help but wonder just how much you resemble them, how many of the things that made them bad you've inherited, if the poison in their soul is an innate trait that's simply dormant in you and will one day awaken...

Hana understands all too well, feels a pain like Miyoko's in her very soul everytime she thinks about her father, who had let his resentment towards his mother turn him into the boogeyman of his children's nightmares...

"I have my grandmother's Quirk. That doesn't make me a hero. Not like her. Never like her." Hana signs in response, then takes Miyoko's face in her hands gently, so that they're eye-to-eye, her expression oh-so-fond and full of love.

"Having that man's Quirk doesn't make you like him. Your rage is righteous, it's a rage against the injustices of the world and wanting to fix them. You'd never do what that man did. You're a good person, Miyo-chan. Never doubt it. And if you ever do, then never doubt me, because I believe in you. Always and forever."

“ you are not your father's child. not by anything other than blood, and that’s not even on the spectrum of importance. ” - @rcbcllixvs (hana)

It was a bad day. A day where they remembered all the horrors, a day where the horrors were too difficult to push away. But they hand Hana and she tried - oh did she try. That golden light in their darkness. "But I have his quirk," they signed, features annoyed - not at her, but at the words. "I have his rage."