The Fault In Our Sound {MHA}

(2) The Fates' Design

Rocket's gold eyes still focused on the screen, watching all the cute drawings pass by. It was a shame he couldn't hear any of the music; this movie had one of my favorite soundtracks. I tapped him on the shoulder and signed my question to him instead.
"What did you think?"

His eyes flicked over to the screen briefly in thought before returning to me. His head cocked to the side and he signed, "I liked it. I'm not sure that a man with a hook could actually play the piano, though. And I don't think there are any laws of physics to explain how she can move around with that much hair. But, you know, it's a kids movie."

I smirked at his response and replied, "but she's super strong. Remember she pulled her mother up the tower every day. And swung that frying pan around easily. Those things are heavy."

"That's true," he conceded readily. "Do you think the flower gave her that strength genetically, or had she just built it up? She looks pretty small, without much muscle."

I side eyed the boy, scrunching my nose up in a playful manner. "You act as if I couldn't take Kita in an arm wrestling match. I'm not as frail as I look either."

I caught him doing a once-over of me, eyes widening a bit as if he was considering if I had been offended by his statement. But I didn't blame him; I definitely had what are called "dancer muscles." They were usually more lean, but I'd trained a long time to get where I was. Ballet wasn't for the faint of heart.

I cut off whatever his thoughts were by waving my hand. "So, those things aside, what was your favorite scene?"

Rocket took a moment to glance down at his hands, fingers twiddling as he seemed to wrack his brain. After a while, he raised his hands to sign, "the boat scene with the lanterns. That one didn't have a lot of dialogue to follow."

I found myself smiling at his response. It was such a soft moment of the movie with incredible visuals. The fact that it was so romantic caught me off guard, but that only made me smile more.

So he's a bit of a softie, eh?

"That's a good one. Pretty colors, pretty song."

His mood seemed to shift, the corner of his mouth ticking down as his eyebrows scrunched together and he looked down, hair falling over his face. I didn't realize my mistake until a couple seconds had passed.

Oh my gosh, I'm an idiot.

I fumbled a bit, trying to figure out how to fix the situation when Rose's face appeared between us. The dark-haired boy and I both jumped at her sudden proximity.

"Some of the girls made cupcakes," she said nonchalantly. "They're really good, you should try them. C'mon."
With that, she motioned for us to stand, then pulled Rocket by the wrist over to the snack table. I watched from my place on the couch, having eaten so many snacks that night, I didn't think I could fit another thing.

The boy looked at me over his shoulder and I shrugged, signing, "full," while sending him an encouraging smile. I knew he told me he didn't want to hang out with all the hero course kids, but I'd be remiss to get in Rose's way. She brought him here so he could connect with the classes and encourage friendships. It was important for us to trust whoever is making our gear, after all.

I sighed contentedly, believing that he had a good time, before tuning in on the discussion between Vivi and Misaki about Just Dance. I couldn't believe they played without me. Now I'd just have to show them who's boss.

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For the first time in a while, I was actually looking forward to going to the support lab. Usually, I associated it with chaos and explosions, of course from the more eccentric members of the department, the teacher not excluded. But the student in charge of my costume, a boy who went by the nickname "Double," had been really friendly and understanding of my quirk's requirements.