hero vs domesticity
(in which hero quits and villain takes them in)
“Are you sure?”
“What do you mean, am I sure?”
The villain leaned against the brick wall, twiddling his thumbs as he imagined the hero as a civilian. Her shiny, loud, and awfully tight outfit blurred his vision of her in jeans and a t-shirt. “I mean,” he shrugged, “What’ll you do?”
The hero, hands on her hips and oddly calm about quitting heroism, considered this.
“I don’t know. I’ll probably start off quietly, adjust. Then I’ll get a job to pay for a house. Maybe get a dog.”
“Do you have any savings?” asked the Villain, lifting himself from the wall to get a better look at the hero. “A place to stay? A job set up?”
Hero scoffed, “It can’t be that hard!”
The villain laughed at this. She had no idea. The villain supposed that the hero would never quit, perhaps one day they’ll just lose popularity like the rest before her did. He never considered what happened to other heroes either. “It definitely is. Perhaps even harder.”
The villain pitied the hero when her spirits were crushed. Her shoulders drooped and the world famous grin was quickly replaced by an exaggerated pout. Something in him knew this was her way of asking- no- fishing for help or any sort of comfort. They had gotten closer over the many years fighting each other and many times were each other's only shoulder to lean (albeit awkwardly) on. But never in a million years did the villain ever think they’d be the first to know if the hero quit. After a few doe-eyed side glances at the villain he finally caved, sighing dejectedly, cursing her honey brown eyes.
“Would you like to stay in my guestroom-”
“Oh really?” she practically sang.
“-until you get on your feet?”
“Yes, yes! Oh, you’re a lifesaver!”
“I’m literally not.”
The trip to get the hero's few belongings was quick, the trip to the drugstore for basic necessities took longer. The villain insisted on replacing her Hero Corporation issued… everything, opting to get the hero new toiletries, towels, blankets, pillows and quick bite to eat before heading back to villain’s place. During the car ride, the hero had asked many questions about how to get into a normal life, many of which were almost impossible for the villain to answer, dealing much damage to his ego.
“Well- normal people don’t usually have to ask how to be normal. Most normal people don’t have to pretend to be normal. In fact- that might be an indicator that they’re not normal.” The villain relied on confusing others on the very odd occasion he didn’t know the answer.
“Oh. ok. I get it.” The hero said unconfidently. “How do you start not pretending to be normal then?”
“Great question…” The hero waited for an answer while staring intently. “Do you have any hobbies…?” he said, rather timidly.
“Hobbies? Um, well. I like to work out!”
“Doesn’t count. Something unrelated to heroism.”
“How do you know I don’t do it for fun?”
“Mhm. Sure.” The villain muttered, turning into a street with pleasantly colored row houses adorned with Christmas lights. The hero could see downtown was still very close but the adorable homes were nestled between trees and lined a thin road making it feel safe, cozy and like a home. Because it was dark, the hero could see into the large windows of the houses illuminated by yellow lighted lamps, enclosed in picket fences. Happy families getting dinner ready, some relaxing watching tv, others were out walking dogs with warm drinks in hands, they all had one thing in common, and it was the one thing that made the hero quit.
The villain turned into the stone paved driveway of an old and blue three story house. His christmas lights weren’t hung up yet and his path to the front door was unshoveled, he turned to hero and sarcastically uttered, “Not the castle you were hoping for?”
The hero could only grin. “It’s adorable.” Before the hero fell into the knee deep snow, the villain offered to shovel a path. The hero watched gleefully from inside the warm car until finally the passenger door was opened. “Done. Now let’s get in- it’s freezing out here.”
The interior of the house was even more pleasantly decorated. The Hero didn’t know the exact name of the style but it involved gold accents, warm lights, wallpaper, and dark hardwood floors. The couches were fluffy with pillows coordinated in colors of beige and sage, the fireplace had dark bricks that were seemingly very old and very much the original ones. Art pieces and plants littered the walls and floors respectively and the warm colors from the walls spread like the fire the villain had just started. The hero followed the villain like a duckling to the third floor, passing the villain's room, office and second bathroom as he hurried around making preparations for the hero's stay.
“This is your room, it has its own bathroom and fireplace so obviously, feel free to use those. I only have one tv on the first floor, I don’t really use it, so again, feel free.” The hero never had their own room or bathroom. Always sharing with teammates in rather ugly, white walled boxes, half full with the squeaky metal bunkbeds. This room was more than an upgrade. A comfy bed hero couldn't wait to get into, a nice view of the sparkling lights of the skyscrapers in the near distance, classy decor and two lamps on two nightstands on either side of the bed. The carpet was fuzzy and bathroom was clean and hero was in heaven.
The villain could only stare in amazement of how well she fit in the house. Resembling a character in one of his many framed pieces. He cursed whoever made her be born with superpowers instead of two loving parents. To snap the hero out of it he pointed towards a door across the hallway from the hero's room.
“Library. It's small but it’s got a few good ones. Maybe you can make that your new hobby.” He opened the door, letting the hero in to explore the floor to ceiling bookshelves. There was an armchair in the corner with a end table harboring a few old and dirty mugs. The villain seemed to try to cover it with his body so the hero pretended she didn’t notice.
The villain’s home was everything she thought it wasn’t. Cozy, homey, safe and definitely not hiding a super evil lair. She quickly realized she hit the jackpot of situations in which to start a new life. Although she had tried to stay calm, her body hadn’t stopped shaking since she decided to quit this morning. It all happened so fast and when she made the decision it was clearest she had ever seen. She knew repercussions would arise later, but luckily the villain was here now. Just like he always had been. She could feel herself turning red at the final realization that she would be roommates with her very handsome and evil nemesis.
“You good?” the hero stumbled, not noticing the villain's stare.
“Ya! Ya… I just…” she faltered, fidgeting with her sweater. One that the villain thought looked far better than the spandex suit she wore constantly, of course, it did have the Hero Corporation logo but the villain just kept it in mind to buy the hero new clothes.
“I really don’t want to mess this up.” she admitted. The villain tilted his head, teasingly. A familiar mischievous smile reappeared on his face.
"For starters, you can get a hobby. A very 'totally normal person' thing to have.” He randomly picked a book from his collection and handed it over to the hero, before quickly regretting it when he realized it was a copy of a particularly incriminating book on advanced security systems. Before the hero could lecture him, he yanked it away back to its place.
“How about cooking?”
part 2
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In my mind, Kusuos parents at some point may adopt Toritsuka. And that would fit perfectly in my Kusuo-Reita brothers relationship.
Like, for example, one day Toritsuka comes to Saiki household to beg Kusuo for a favor, but when he's there it's Kaniharu who opens the door, while Kurumi is baking something in the kitchen. They inform him that Kusuo is not at home at the moment (either he's doing an errand or hanging out with Nendou and Kaidou). He wants to leave (or go looking for Kusuo) but Kurumi doesn't let him since he's her precious Kus friend, so he stays. Maybe she asks him to help her in the kitchen? He's a little awkward at first, but the motherly love he never felt before makes him have a good time, even if it's not his mom. And then, all three of them eat the freshly baked pie (leaving a huge piece for Kusuo. As they do, they have a nice conversation, but Kurumi at some point slips up and says something about Kusuos powers like she did in that one episode. She and Kaniharu in panic try to say something but Toritsuka says he already knows and tells them about his powers too. Kurumi and Kaniharu are delighted that Kusuo has a friend to who he can relate and start to bombard him with questions. At some point, they ask him how his parents raised him since it's kinda hard to find parenting tips for parents of espers, and he just casually tells them that he doesn't have parents since they abandoned him at the temple. They're obviously in shock, Kurumi starts crying and hugs him. At first, he doesn't know how to react, but starts crying too after a minute.
Let's just say that Kusuo wasn't delighted when he found three crying people at his house, and he was even less delighted when not so long later he has a second, adopted, and far more annoying brother. (but he loves him)
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So, i have been thinking. Now that you've watched some of Gosling's movies, is Ken still your fave or did any other Gosling character take a stronger hold?
That’s a really good question actually! Thank you for asking!
Sooooo while I can say I’ve enjoyed every performance of his I’ve seen so far, there’s two other characters that have joined Ken in the ranks of my faves.
I’m basing this off of the fact I think about them quite a lot, have watched these movies more than once, and have divulged in more media based on them and their worlds.
So besides Ken, my favorites are Officer K and Court Gentry/Sierra Six.
Officer K because he’s a replicant which means he’s “not human” but more like a bio-engineered slave: created for a job which is to kill “his kind that have gone rogue”, treated poorly by humans, has so few possessions, and basically questions what it means to be human during the course of this movie. The concept completely fascinates me, and K just breaks my heart. He’s one of those I want to protect wrap in bubble wrap and a blanket and tuck away from mean people and reassure love him and hug him and tell him I think he’s just as human as I am.
Court Gentry/Sierra Six because he is the most unlucky, luckiest man I’ve ever seen in my life. I watched the Netflix movie four times in one week then discovered the movie was based on a book series and I’m currently in the 3rd book. He’s a skilled, formidable, intelligent lovable loser with a good moral compass for someone in his career field, especially in the books, and he goes through so much and is so alone. I root for him in all he does.
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