Shouto nods to himself understanding the sentiment. His father liked to show strength by displaying his quirk at all times whereas he preferred to keep his under wraps only activating it when necessary. Maybe that's why his omen hardly ever came out. She was fickle just like him.
At the reassurance, Shouto finds himself anticipating the mirage of shimmering gold that sometimes proceeded Kizu's appearance but he doesn't hold his breath. His omen, a snow leopard, only appeared when he was in danger to protect him. Otherwise, she hid away between his ribcage preferring to lounge inside him than roam outside when others were around.
Almost a year here and only a handful of Sleepers had seen his omen. In the beginning, seeing other Sleepers and their omens walk side by side, he'd wondered why she never came out, and one day when he asked her outright if she could show herself to another Sleeper in order to introduce her, he'd been utterly rejected. It wasn't long after that he learned not to ask at all, giving his fickle omen autonomy to come and go as she pleased. It worked for them.
Grey, on the other hand, could be different. She wasn't a reflection of him, but Waver, and he seemed more put together than most adults he knew. So, when that faint shimmer appears next to the blanket, he's almost caught off guard even though he was anticipating it. He blinks, eyes shining with hope until she materializes, solid and whole, with her tail flicking lightly. Long tail. He thinks, pleased he was correct.
Shouto, for his part, doesn't move forward to greet her but stays still, hands twitching with the urge that stirs within him, enough to propel him into an earnest greeting.
"My name is Todoroki Shouto." He touches his chest as if to make it clear who he was talking about. "I'm a Hero in training with a preliminary license back home. Here, in Trench, I'm a Hunter. I work alone a lot because I don't agree with some of the philosophies of other Hunters. I like cold soba and green tea. My omen is a snow leopard who comes up to here." He raises his hand to mid-chest." I have a name. "Her name is Kizu and she doesn't like to come out either, so thank you for coming out."
He's a little out of breath by the end ignoring the huff of annoyance from his omen at the description. She is promptly not interjecting in this utter nonsense of her Sleeper.
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At the reassurance, Shouto finds himself anticipating the mirage of shimmering gold that sometimes proceeded Kizu's appearance but he doesn't hold his breath. His omen, a snow leopard, only appeared when he was in danger to protect him. Otherwise, she hid away between his ribcage preferring to lounge inside him than roam outside when others were around.
Almost a year here and only a handful of Sleepers had seen his omen. In the beginning, seeing other Sleepers and their omens walk side by side, he'd wondered why she never came out, and one day when he asked her outright if she could show herself to another Sleeper in order to introduce her, he'd been utterly rejected. It wasn't long after that he learned not to ask at all, giving his fickle omen autonomy to come and go as she pleased. It worked for them.
Grey, on the other hand, could be different. She wasn't a reflection of him, but Waver, and he seemed more put together than most adults he knew. So, when that faint shimmer appears next to the blanket, he's almost caught off guard even though he was anticipating it. He blinks, eyes shining with hope until she materializes, solid and whole, with her tail flicking lightly. Long tail. He thinks, pleased he was correct.
Shouto, for his part, doesn't move forward to greet her but stays still, hands twitching with the urge that stirs within him, enough to propel him into an earnest greeting.
"My name is Todoroki Shouto." He touches his chest as if to make it clear who he was talking about. "I'm a Hero in training with a preliminary license back home. Here, in Trench, I'm a Hunter. I work alone a lot because I don't agree with some of the philosophies of other Hunters. I like cold soba and green tea. My omen is a snow leopard who comes up to here." He raises his hand to mid-chest." I have a name. "Her name is Kizu and she doesn't like to come out either, so thank you for coming out."
He's a little out of breath by the end ignoring the huff of annoyance from his omen at the description. She is promptly not interjecting in this utter nonsense of her Sleeper.