This chapter I wanted to dedicate it to Miyana and Mist as it would take up more than half a chapter, so I just decided to make them have their own. Also, yes, AnonymousAK, it is a typo and I will have the battle list next chapter.

My Hero Academia: Separate Steps

Chapter 5: Better PT3

Flashback -1 Years Prior-

Whoosh...WHAM!

Whooshwhoosh...WHAMWHAM!

Sweat dripped from her face and onto the matted floor of the martial arts studio found in one of the many plazas that were located in downtown Los Angeles.

Shouting could be heard, all in unison, one followed by a resounding one that belonged to several being taught.

The atmosphere itself was filled with aspiration and overall want, trained punches flying through the air that was instructed with a yell by the teacher of the class.

Barefoot, her right touched back down to the bright red mats that covered the vast floor. Dressed in white, the girl wore a Gi with it being kept closed tight by a red belt with exactly seven white lines along it.

With her face virtually dripped in her own moisture, the girl had pulled all her strawberry blonde hair back in a ponytail that hung down to her lower back to put her attractiveness on full display. Her lips were parted from one another, leaving just a small gap so that she could casually pant with ease.

In the midst of everyone training, being led by the teacher himself, she was on the opposing side of the studio facing a sturdy, red punching bag that was built into a shop.

Thoughts raced through her mind, making it virtually impossible to halt the train of anxiety that surfaced within her core with each time she pondered on how far she had come since leaving Japan with her family. It was not the sweat as she felt the claminess of her own hands, feeling the years fly by with no chance of stopping.

In a few months, she would finally be of age to partake in the Entrance Exam of the U.A. in America and she could admit that the excitement built inside her had a darker, more hidden twin brother. It was her doubts...her fears of not being able to live up to what she saw hanging in front of her and the motion caused both her fist to clinch.

Raising both her hands in a well-balanced and firm guard, the idea of not making it halfway to her goal made her innards flip. The mere possibility of being so efficient that her own abilities could not propel her to his heights made her want to train even further.

With a turn and a twist, the young woman raised her right leg, swinging it in a high kick that would be for the head of any assailant she would find herself against.

WHAM!

Droplets of sweat sprinkled the air around her as the kick connected with the punching bag, creating a resounding noise of fabric against that of the leather. Her lips were puckered so that the small gap was in a circle, her incredibly pink eyes locked in the punching bag as it reeled to the side from the impact.

"Miss Yoshihito!"

At the call of her surname, the aspiring girl blinked, her facial expression changing to that of curiosity in an instant, her leg coming down to rest so that she could turn to her right to see an adult man. In fact, he was the adult in the building, dressed much like her, but with a single black belt around his waist.

The man himself stood at the other side of the martial arts studio along with a handful of younger trainees that ranged from the ages of 8 to 15. With his left hand-held over his head, he waved, gesturing for the girl to come over to his location.

"Huh?" Though she didn't question it much despite having an expression that said that she wanted to. Before moving away from the punching bag, she dragged a white towel that rested on the top of it, taking it along with her as she approached the small class. "Um, do you need something from me, Sensei?" Using the towel to wipe her face, she inquired as she came into speaking distance.

He was a young man, clearly in just his mid thirties with his face clear of any hair, being fair-skinned and quite handsome. "In fact, I do, Miyana." He was clearly quite friendly, his bright blue eyes only made far more alluring due to his sun kissed blonde hair that was pulled back into a wavy ponytail. "I don't know if you have been watching," Stepping aside as his form was hiding a small female child, he held a hand down to her while keeping his eyes of the girl before him. "But we were joined today by a newcomer and I wanted you to speak with her if you have the time."

Hanging the towel around her neck, Miyana blinked, eyes travelling from the young girl with the lavender hair, the female being quite short, attempting to hide her face with her hands. "Of course I have time..." Allowing her eyes to trail back to the taller man, she continued. "...But...talk to her about what exactly?"

"Yes, well..." Showing a gentle smile on his lips, the man's eyes closed as he held his right hand to the side of his face. "I think it'll be far more easy if she explained it."

Hiding her face with her hands, the younger girl was clearly peeking out the space of her fingers, using her bloody red eyes to look up to Miyana. It took a moment, bringing along a period of silence, though it was brief as she spoke. "Greetings, Miss Yoshihito, I am terribly sorry for bothering you." Her voice was meek, speaking rather properly, keeping everything quite formal between the two of them. "I am Claire Rossenberg, first daughter of my family, and I hear from Sensei Arlo that you are- in fact- a seventh degree black belt, even highest in this schools history also training in multiple other martial arts, yes?"

It was clear to her that the girl wanted to stay hidden, but Miyana did not hear any hesitation in her voice, speaking with much sentiment that clearly came from deep within. "Cooo-rect..." She said awkwardly, her eyes briefly cutting over to their Sensei and then back to the girl.

"Then it is true..." The young girl dropped her hands from her face, showing her pale features as her face softened. "If it's not a bother, may I show you my Quirk?"

It was strange to see how well-informed this girl was, her attitude, posture, and overall status opposing her's from when she was that age. "Go...-" Miyana stopped, blinking, eyes shifting as her nostrils flared, sniffing when a certain smell entered her senses. "Is that..."

"Its my Quirk." Holding her head low with her sights aimed to the floor, she held her hands in front of her lower body, fingers intertwined. "By converting my sweat particles, I emit a fragrance that is akin to that of lavender."

With a raise of a brow, Miyana tilted her head to the side. "Huh? Smelly sweat..." She closed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "...that's...pretty neat."

"Please do not lie to me." Her words were soft, carrying the weight of her heart and how she felt with such a lackluster Quirk. "My family is known for the Quirk called Black Breath, but I was not born with this...so, I want to know how I can overcome such a mundane Quirk."

"There's no such thing."

"Huh?" Claire's head rose to look up toward the older girl, taken back by the bright smile on her face.

"I'm guessing the reason you're asking me this is because you heard about my Quirk, huh?" Miyana did not need an answer, continuing without this. With both her eyes shut, there was a toothy grin present on her features. "Before I came here, I lived in Japan where I once met a Hero that goes by the name of Lemillion and he showed me that even with a 'mundane' Quirk," She used her fingers to make quotes around the word 'mundane'. "That we can still be great Heroes...it just takes some persistence as we aren't given the leeway like those with exceptional Quirks."

Her red eyes blinked as she stared up to the girl, letting her words sink in.

"We have all the chance as others do to become better," Resting her left hand on the top of her head, Miyana nodded. "Its all the matter of what you do to become better as our Quirks are nothing if we don't do anything to change it."

Flashback End -Present-

Location: Simulation Room, U.A. Academy

The circular elevator made a whirring noise as it descended, lights upon lights brightening as the two of the pass through the small space that was almost like a tube.

With a hand placed on her chest, Miyana felt her heart rattling in her, her ability to calm it quite poor. Eyes shut, all she settled on doing was evening out her breathing as it was irregular with no balance, this nervousness that was rising within her only due to the fact that she was remembering what she said to that girl.

It all started with the Entrance Exams, and now she was here. The true question was if she could maintain it and truly show why she was accepted into Paragon's class 1-A.

"Hm."

"Something the matter?" Miyana spat, eyes snapping open so they could shoot to the right at the person she shared the small space with, their bodies literally smashed together. "If you got something to say, just say it." Her voice was far more untamed than before, feeling her blood pumping despite being faced with Mist and his Fusion Quirk.

It was hard for her to not compare herself to the boy, his entire presence taking up her mind and not why a school such as this could not make a larger way down to the simulation room. Alone, her Quirk would be considered below average against someone who could casually fuse with anything he touched. She did not want to take what he did to his body away from him, but his Quirk was already flashy as he could create an entirely new being by just merging with someone.

Mist stood, shorter than Miyana with his left side forcibly pushed against the girl, his eyes shut. The teen let out a sigh as he stood next to the girl, awaiting when the doors would open, but it was clearly some time away. "I didn't say anything." There was little hostility in his voice, calm, the boy mentally preparing him. "But...since we ARE talkin', know that I don't plan on losin' to you again." He was not aware of the overwhelming uncertainty that loomed over him, knowing strength wise that he was far superior to Miyana, but this was not what bothered him.

Any venom that was found on his words in class and in the Dock to the full simulation room was completely absent currently. Miyana was easily able to pick this up, blinking several times with her eyes only cocked down to him. "Tch." Her eyes rolled. "Just because your Quirk is all showy, don't think you have the upper hand on me before we start." She kept her head turned up in the other direction, eyes shut. "Don't forget, I know you have to touch something to fuse with it, so don't think that this'll be one-sided."

"I don't." This was the simplest response he could think of just moment before she quit speaking, his eyes never opening, unaware of Miyana turning her attention to him. "But I know she'd be able to mop the floor with you, so I'll do it in her absence."

Sights on the shorter teen to her right, Miyana could not resist the urge to blink more in confusion at what words that escaped his lips. "What?"

With a mild rock, the circular platform the two stood on came to a halt, the doors of the opening parting which had one going to the right and the other going to the left to revealing the brighter lights of the Simulation Room.

*Alright, you two!* Paragon's voice suddenly cut through, watching from her position as both Miyana and Mist exited the elevator to enter the Simulation Room. The two walked at a certain angle that out enough space between the two of them. It measured to that of a quarter of a football field by the time they made it to the center of the room to face one another. *As you know, the match will be five minutes, less if either of you admits defeat or if I judge that it is necessary to bring it to an early end.* She explained, clicking being her.

Since she missed out on seeing what Mist could do with the fact he skipped the Entrance Exams, today was the day she would see if he could hold true to what he said on the roof the other day. It was nearly hard for her not to be biased with this match, needing to know if her coming to protect him was a waste of her time.

*Here we go!* Paragon excitedly exclaimed, pressing down one more button as the Simulation Room went through another change, warping and twisting as reality inside there was being altered once more.

The sky had darkened, something that conflicted that of what was seen during the first three matches that had taken place, a full moon hanging in a cloudless sky. Bathing in its soft light was a suburban neighborhood, it being gated off on all sides with a fairly clean environment that house rows of houses on both sides of the street. The homes were each at least three floors to two, cars either parked in the driveways or lining the curb.

Reaching to his left arm, Mist kept his eyes shut, the change in scenery putting both himself and Miyana in the middle of the street, feeling the actual breeze brush against his skin. It was one thing to see how the Simulation Room worked from the Dock, but finally having his chance to stand here made everything feel so life-like.

Holding onto his wrist using his right hand, Mist groaned as he raised both his arms over his head with an intent to lumber up. "If you're expecting me to pull my punches, you'll get yourself hurt." In all seriousness, the boy truly meant this.

Having had the same idea as her opponent, Miyana rocked side with her hands on her knees so that she could stretch her inner thigh. "Don't insult me and please don't underestimate me." It did hurt that he had to say this, but it definitely told her something that she did not want to admit to herself. "I'm going to surprise you today."

"We'll see..." Even as he stretched, Mist took in his surroundings after letting his eyes crack open, listing of a vacant yellow car, a light pole, a mailbox, and a small tree among other things that he could make use. But he needed to be fast, so he'd have to take on a more durable, yet slower form out the gate.

*That's enough of the talking!* Paragon's voice bellowed through, nearly capable of shaking the entire room itself. *Begin!*

Literally wasting not a single second, Mist was the first to act, turning on his heels and to his left as he lunged in this direction, charging to a parked car. Bringing out his right hand, the boy reached out to it, hoping to at least touch the door so that he could fuse with it.

Things did not work out in his favor though, and this was easily seen when a hand wrapped around his wrist to tug him in the other direction.

Bringing a yelp from out of the boy, Miyana's focus and overall perseverance granted her the ability to let the almost helpless fall on death's ears with her, her right foot firmly grinding against the pavement as she twisted. Her goal was to keep Mist away from anything he could fuse with and tossing him back to the middle of the street allowed this.

No words were exchanged as his weight was used against him, the girl swinging him around to keep him far away from the car. Keeping the momentum, Mist resisted slowing down, keeping his feet moving as he jogged across the street with his sights set on a metallic mailbox.

"Not so fast!"

Mist's eyes enlarged as the cut over to his right to see a fist heading exactly in his direction, it's intent on colliding with his jaw. Skidding to a haphazard halt, the young male squeezed his right eye closed as the fist grazed his cheekbone due to him leaning back just in time. 'Uh! That damn Quirk!' It was practically impossible to be ahead of someone with Precognition. She was always ahead of him by 6 seconds, so he'd have to actually come up with a way to get the upper hand.

With her fist raised, she brought her hand back, retracting it whilst also twisting her body in a counterclockwise fashion as she swung a high kick directly to his head(Which turned out to be a mid level kick due to his height).

He was stronger than her. Mist was quite sure of this, having turned to face her and lifting his left arm to guard the side of his face to avoid the full impact. Once her leg connected, his eyes shifted over in this direction, quickly reaching over for it.

Miyana was well aware of the strength differences between the two of them, and this was something she wanted to avoid with him. Pursing her lips, her Quirk allowed her to see that he would attempt to grab her, but she snatched away, her foot slamming on the ground. Spinning, she used her right hand, using the back of her fist to collide with his jaw.

And with the fist hit being traded among them, it brought a smile over her lips, her glowing pink eyes finding it far more amusing to see that she was the one to get the first upper hand. But this was very short-lived as her eyes suddenly widened in realization of what he was trying to do.

As the fist hit him with enough force, Mist felt the pain rush through his jaw, but he still hummed at seeing that he could actively act on the last second of her Quirk, or she would have been far more careful with how she got him.

The collision of the back of her fist sent him stumbling to the side of the street, reaching out to keep him from falling. Safely allowing his hands to prop himself on the top of it, Mist hands settled at the top of blue mailbox that was built into the ground away from the curb.

Though he played on his low intelligence, Miyana could not help but find herself truly surprised by the sight and what he did. Even if he was not too smart, his battle sense was something to marvel at as he was capable of using her own Quirk against her and tip toed on the last second. It required focus to use her Quirk again, so he put her in a position where she could not prolong its use. 'This boy...' Whipping around, she charged at him.

Like a glaze, the metallic blue body of the mailbox cascaded up both his arms, reflecting the light of the moon. As he fused with it, from the legs up, the inanimate object began fading in a melting fashion that saw it becoming more of a thick liquid. Covering his hair, face, legs, and the entirety of his form, the mailbox had fully fused with him, it changing his white irises into a blue color.

The breeze from the sudden halt brushed against his cheek, her fist stopping just inches away from him. This caused Miyana to crack a smirk. "That woulda hurt..." She acknowledged, the use of her Quirk not needed to see that hitting someone with a metal covering would cause more pain to her than him. "Whoa!" She instinctively leaned back on her own as the back of his right fist came swinging around. Flowing with her own motions, little, but quick steps were taken, bouncing with her guard up and her eyes solely on her opponent. 'He's slower.' She thought, realizing there was a cost to coating himself with a thick, metallic covering, watching the boy lunge at her while tossing his left fist directly at her face. 'He's REALLY slow...'

Relying on her Quirk was far from being needed, easily capable of using the back of her left hand to gently push against his wrist to steer him pass her. She would be a fool if she did not take advantage of this, his momentum carrying him, but it was her left foot that tripped him. When she thought about it, maybe the flashiness of one's Quirk did not matter if they were incapable to properly utilize it.

Adjusting his weight, Mist turned his full body while swinging around his right arm and just before he could land on his back, the metallic covering slithered away. It moved up his body and to said arm until his body was clear of the substance. With his hand moving in this motion, his back hit the ground, the metallic mailbox taking it's form against once it left his body so that it could soar toward the back of his opponent.

Though she was not nearly as strong as Mist, all Miyana relied on was finesse, seeing how to react and turning her body in a clockwise spin and using her right elbow to gently touch the side of the mailbox.

With enough, but not overwhelming force, Miyana was capable of effortlessly changing it's direction so that it crashed to a white picket fence and slid along the grass.

"Was that on..." Turning to a stop to face where Mist should have been laying, Miyana was partially surprised at seeing the empty space, eyes trailing up to see his back running toward a yellow car. All she could do was let out a sigh. "...Purpose?" She finished as she thought back on the game of basketball with him, realizing he was not just using it to get an exercise in.

"Okay, I see..." Miyana closed her eyes and slapped her cheeks before lunging forward, taking off to follow after the dark skinned teen. "I have to get serious."

"Huh- whoa!" He was not able to keep the shock and surprise in as his feet repeatedly hit the ground, turning his head to look over his shoulder to see Miyana gaining on him. 'Is she faster than me?' He thought inwardly as he faced forward. Even if that was true, fusing with the car was instantly out of the question as it required focus and having her on his tail was not helping this.

Pursing his lips, Mist shook his head, knowing what he was fighting for and this meant he could not lose today. He was here to show Lavender what it was like to become the best Hero he could be and that meant casting aside all distractions. It was only logical to forget about what he wanted as it was more of the past now and letting Lavender live through his eyes was his goal.

Closing in on the vehicle, instead of stopping to merge with it, Mist brought his hand on the hood, sliding across it onto the other side. His hand left a noticeable trail, his entire right hand encased in solid metal that was bright yellow, which made his irises match.

The soles of her shoes slammed against the hood, sprinting across it as she leapt from it and over the boy just before he could touch ground. Landing safely on her feet, Miyana swung around, bringing her left foot with intentions of letting it hit Mist.

Bringing up his hands, Mist's brows were tightened, teeth gritted as the leg connected with both his forearm, the pressure itself sending him to his back, but on the hood of the car. "Damnit." He cursed through his teeth, feeling an anger build up within his core, scattering to his feet so that he could stand on the hood.

Having been turned around to face him from the kick, Miyana kept the pressure on Mist by following him onto the hood of the car. Following his lead, she raised her guard, but it was far looser than his, keeping it low with her fist open unlike his.

The two of them remained silent, staring one another down, a certain thirst in their eyes, both having not let up despite everything being objectively one sided. It was clear- It was undeniable that both ends desired something and a loss here would set them back tremendously. Eventually, thing would become quite obvious that they were in the same boat. Sweat rolled down their faces, more on Mist's side as he had to constantly work with a strategy and edge on the final second of her Quirk.

Putting all his speed into one movement, Mist jabbed forward with his right hand.

Swatting it away casually with her left hand, Miyana capitalized on the opening given to her by the careless action of her opponent, swinging her right hand forward to swat him in the nose with her knuckles.

He was incapable of reacting to her, the pain rushing to his nose almost immediate, the connection causing his head to reel back. "Whoa!" Feeling his foot slip off the edge of the hood, causing him to take his attention off Miyana to check his footing.

Miyana grinned. What made her want to smile was the fact that he was hoping that she would kick him off the car, but he was strong enough to take it and grab her leg. He would overwhelm her with his strength, so she went with a faster method and that was punching him in the face with her left hand.

Dragging his left hand along the back of his right hand, the yellow, metallic covering morphed into that of thick liquid, flowing from his hand and follow after his left hand.

"What?" Miyana's eyes widened, perturbed as she watched how he moved, wrapping the liquid around her wrist and around his own as he forcefully intertwined both their left hands so that their fingers were locked. "Mist! What?!" She blinked at their tangled fingers, being palm to palm with the boy making her cheeks light up with a pink tinge.

"Aw, man..." Standing straight up, holding on tight to Miyana's hand, Mist looked away from the girl, rubbing the index finger of his free hand under his nose. "I was really gettin' my ass handed to me." His voice was sort apathetic, speaking rather nonchalantly.

Miyana's brows rose almost uncontrollably. "Mist!" She shook her head, face reddening more from the unexpected action he took, using her right hand to swing up a uppercut that curved underneath their arms.

WHAM!

The sound of skin connecting with skin echoed through the fake neighbor, the sight she witnessed making her glowing pink eyes widen.

Clasped in his grip, Miyana bore witness to her being caught in his, disbelief on her face as her eyes could not settle.

His fingers belonging to his right hand began to wiggle, squirming, applying the needed strength to unravel her's so that he could intertwine his with her's once more. In the midst of him doing this, Mist kept his eyes shut, feeling Miyana's attempt to resist, but it was all for nought. "Just throwin' out punches, huh?" His words caused the girl to look straight at him. "You the one that told me your Quirk wouldn't work if you lost focus."

Keeping her mouth closed, Miyana grunted, brows knitting down with no chance of her needing to disagree with him. If she could see far into the future, her chances of having told him during their basketball game would have been slim to none. "Hm." There was a short smile on her face, genuinely impressed. "I noticed you dancing on the last second each time I used my Quirk, but gave that away."

"Oh..." Mist's eyes trailed around, curving from the right to the left. "...well...it's really thanks to a friend of mine..."

"A friend?"

"Yeah...she used to say 'with hesitation comes perfection' meanin' that if you move with perfection each time, you become kinda predictable." On his face, there was a bitter sweet smile, remembering the girl from the orphanage and the fact she was just gone now. It hurt. On many levels, it was just painful to realize.

"That's how he knew." With two fingers grazing her chin, Miyana was unaware of the metal that binded both herself and him together was becoming a liquid and dropping to the hood of the car. "But...it's really good to see you smiling again." Raising her right foot, she kicked it forward into more of a push at taking note that the two of them weren't forced together anymore.

The kick itself was not all too powerful, but the sheer fact that he danced on the edge of the hood caused him to stumble off the car and to the ground. Steadying himself, Mist dusted himself off as he looked up to the girl, raising his guards despite knowing how futile it was to do so. Hand to hand combat was her forte and he knew there was a wide gap between the two, but this still did not mean he would just admit defeat. "Yeah..." He said almost soundlessly.

"If you had a problem, you could've just said something and not came into class like some edgelord." Taking a few steps- quick ones- Miyana dropped from the car, having raised her left leg high, considered at a more vertical angle. "I felt we were cool enough for us to at least talk."

"Its hard-" Having to act, his thought process having to go into overdrive, Mist swayed to his left as he followed his feet in this direction so that he could avoid Miyana when she attempted to drop her leg on him. "Its hard to explain with just words!"

Her shoe slapping down on the ground as she landed, Miyana's let her brows furrow, fist clinching down at her sides. "You only make it hard..." Swinging to her right, she whipped in this direction to lunge at Mist. "If you don't try- ah!" Widening, the girl was taken aback by the closeness of the boy, gasping at this as she took a step back.

Clasping against both her cheeks were his hands, reaching up to gingerly grab onto her face, Mist was no longer trying to defend himself as he left himself wide open. Whether she took it as a free shot to hit him decided solely on her. "Its not that I'm not tryin'..." His voice leaked with melancholy, propping himself up on his tippy toes to head closer to her. "...that's the ONE thing that I am doin'..."

"Uh! Mist! W-w-what're you doing?" Miyana panicked, frozen, eyes fluttering as her face lit up with a bright red tint that could even light a dark room.

*Hey, HEY! Whooooa there!*

Paragon's stunned and alarmed voice cut through the area, causing Mist to stop, but with his hands still on Miyana's cheeks, the boy dryly looking over his shoulders as he settled down on his feet.

Miyana was left with spirals in her eyes, twisting, rotating with nearly no coherence to what would have happened if Paragon had not intervened. She was not a person that was easily embarrassed, but the single moment in time was so sudden and uncalled for.

*This IS NOT Romancing the Stone!* The woman was evidently filled with hysteria despite her trying to remain calm. *Tch! Times up anyways! I declare Miss Yoshihito as the winner!*

Snatching his hands from her face, Mist whipped around with irritation present on his face as he looked off to the sky and to nothingness. "How come?" He tossed his hand to the side, his white eyes flaring in anger.

*The fight was clearly one-sided.* There was not much thought put into these words, Paragon not burning any brain cells to do this. *You clearly knew your way around her Quirk...probably from experience...* The last part was more of a whisper to herself. *...but, even with that, there was still little you did to overcome her.* She informed from more of a rational standpoint. *Remember that even with better battle tactics that you must be able to execute and come out on top...* There was a sigh that ran through the air which belonged to the woman. *But the two of us will speak on it later, so return to the dock so that we can continue.*

Releasing a sigh of his own, Mist scratched the back of his head as the world returned back into the standard, white Simulation Room that housed the red lines running along it. "Pfft...whatever..." He said dryly as he began to walk back to the elevator, silently cursing himself for losing. It burned inside of him, hating the sheer fact he lost his first match in his attending U.A..

"Hey, Mist!"

Though he did not stop walking, Mist's head nodded once to indicate that he heard her and was acknowledging the fact she was speaking to him.

Staying put in her space, Miyana raised a brow, a hand on her hip with her head pointed directly at his departing figure. "That...wasn't a normal thing, was it?" She questioned pretty firmly. "You were trying to show me something, right?" And she did not need an answer from him to confirm this. She knew she was not opposed to fusing with Mist if not just a bit apprehensive, so becoming one with him would give them the ability to peek into their hearts.

"Whether I want to be some angsty teen, I think I have my reasons." Mist said as he shoved his hands down in his pockets, speaking loud enough for the girl to hear him. "Its...hard to watch people die around...its hard to deal with it and it's hard to cope...so even if my smile was fake, I still had it in me to do so...and I just don't want to do that anymore."

"That doesn't mean you can force people not to like you." Miyana shook her head. "I know I cannot relate to what you've been through, but you can't just...act like you just turned your back on the people you've met and shared moments with."

"I don't want to go through anymore heartache..." Mist did not waste a moment. "...the last time I lost myself and I don't want for that to happen a second time."

"Then...I'm just gonna make it my job to change that...my second job."

Scene Change

Location: Downtown, Los Angeles

As brightly as it could, the sun shines down, baking the occupants of Los Angeles in its pleasant rays.

Traffic went on as normal, those that walked the sidewalks littering the area either in a rush or just enjoying the scenery that was sort of typical for this being a tourist location.

An average day for most, it being quite uneventful for most despite there being some petty crime that was subsequently put to and end before anything could get out of hand. It was rare that the law enforcement got any screen time with heroes being a common thing, but they got their moment in a small bank robbery.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" She shouted excitedly, her body language showing that she wanted to bounce up and down, but reneged on this action due to the height of the building. "C'mon, Claire, are we ready?"

Upon one of the tallest buildings located in the downtown area of the city of Los Angeles, there was a girl, no older than the age of thirteen and still with much of a baby face. She stood at a height of 4'5, petite in build with a squeaky voice that expressed more of her bubbly nature. Her eyes were large and rounded, both the screla and the iris being a bloody red color with a thick limbal ring to separate them. Her hair was jet black and styled into a short Bob that stopped just below her ears.

She dons a blue jean overall set that was body conscious around her frame, the legs of them rolled up to the middle of her thigh. Under was a long sleeved shirt, the fabric thin, but had a turtleneck collar with the sleeves just a bit over her palms with a colorful rainbow design. On her feet were bright yellow sneakers.

Her hands were practically shaking as she held them up, carefully standing at the edge of the building that looked over the vibrant city. "It's been years since I got to use it, so I'm really excited!" She turned to look over her shoulder and to the woman she was with.

Her lavender hair almost blocked out her bloody red eyes, draped over her face with a split to reveal only her right eye and shield off a large quantity of her features. Her left hand was raised up to the figure before her that easily loomed over her with its stature, a lavender colored mist flowing from her finger tips. "Remember this lavender smell for the next time as you will not remember what you have done." Her voice was more cryptic than normal, the girl no older than sixteen. "...or who caused it..."

Flaring, it's nostrils could not resist taking in the lavender smell, it's beady eyes glowing a bloody red. The being was large, over 13 feet in total with a very muscular and imposing build that could not be rivaled by a normal being, having a more ape like appearance. White hairs covered his form, biceps thick and like tree trunk, the only this he wore being a pair of camo cargo short.

"We took the liberty of freeing you from that infernal cell, so you shall down our bidding this time around." Stepping back from the man, her single eye stared up to him, her lips curved down into that of a deep frown. "But we will be taking over that body, because Quirkless people are blowing the city to smithereens and we haven't made our debut yet."

A vein could be seen pushed against his forehead, visibly straining, groaning in what apparently was pain.

Turning her back so that she could take a few high steps toward the edge of the building, the girl stood next to her younger sister. "The Jungle Hero again..." The frown on her face morphed to a sickening smile. "If he's caught again, they might even execute him..."

"Bah, who cares!" The other girl clapped her hands together and in front of her face, a grin forming on her face that showed her pointed and triangular teeth. "Until they give it up, we'll tear this city to shreds like mother and father did that mall!" Upon activating her Quirk, her blood red irises flickered and turned black, her body going as stiff as a board and remaining in its same state.

And with a flicker of his eyes, there was finally movement in the massive man, looking to his beefy hands in curiosity. "I feel stronger than ever!" Instead of what voice most would expect to come from his mouth, it was more akin to the excited tone of the little girl's. She flexed her arms.

"Alright, Artemis, you're having too much fun." It was sometimes important to help her sister in the case she got like this due to her own forgetfulness. "Time will run out before you get to ruin anything."

Blinking, the young girl blinked in the body of the once renowned Hero. "Oh, right! Hehe..." She rubbed the back of her head, giggling with the beady eyes closed. "Here I go killin' again." Tucking down to a squat, using the body of the Jungle hero, she leapt high and over the edge of the building with both hands raised over her head.

All she did was smile, grinned, staring down to her had with the capability to casually ignore the building shaking from the impact below and the air being filled with screams. The girl was more preoccupied with the lavender mist flowing from the fingers of her right hand. "Hm."

End

And here we are with another installing and furthering the story one chapter at a time! The time it took to do this was very exciting as I wanting to showcase both Miyana's and Mist's fighting style and who is clearly stronger. I enjoyed doing their scenes wholeheartedly as Miyana is just so fun to write for and I must thank the creator.

All I really have to say right now and I want to thank you for reading and I'll see you in the next chapter where we'll continue the Mock Battles.