I don’t know what I’m doing but I wanna use this character (OxO| Closed)

She did pull away from him slightly, only to shift so that she was loosely straddling him to make it more comfortable. One hand lifted to tangle loosely in his hair, her lips pressed intently to his. There was no reason for him to be afraid, she was perfectly fine staying right there forever.

Sadly, Fate had other ideas.

“You absolute fucking dumbass.” A voice called grumpily, as the door swung open. The owner of the voice stopped it just before it hit the door, as he stepped into the room. Yusha Shou, Osora’s ex and the son of one of the most influential couples in Tokyo, was standing in her room. And he had only just noticed she wasn’t alone. “Holy fuck. Reeha wasn’t kidding.”

Osora didn’t seem to embarrassed, instead lifting he head to raise an eyebrow at Shou. “There’s a thing called knocking, Yusha.”

Shou gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. He was wearing the remnants of a suit, blazer gone and tie undone, an old leather jacket thrown on over it. “We’re reverting back to common names now, Tokino? I feel so jilted. Who’s the guy? Do we know him? Reeha said he was new, but I don’t trust a single word that woman says ever.”

Osora didn't release Tali, perfectly fine with holding onto him like that still. And funny enough, Shou didn't even seem to care. "Name's Yusha." He greeted in return, tilting his head with a wink. "Like the multi-billion dollar company, yes, before you ask. So you are new. Does that mean-"

"He does know, yeah. Kind of hard to keep it a secret when I'm climbing through my window covered in blood." Osora said, answering his question before he'd even finished it. "Tali, this is the Shou I was on the phone with. He's an asshole, and another one of my friends."

Osora and Shou exchanged a look, one black and one yellow eye meeting red, before Osora tilted her head. "Is Powerdrill with you? There's sugar water in the bottle on my desk."

"She doesn't let me go anywhere without her, you know that." Shou said, making a shooing motion at something near his head. "To answer your question, yeah, I guess. We all are, you know. All five of us." A small honey bee buzzed over, landing happily on Osora's nose and settling there.

"We don't know. All we know is, we managed to find a few of them right here in Tokyo." Shou said, shrugging a shoulder as he unbuttoned a couple of the buttons of his shirt, grumbling for a moment about not being able to breathe. "That's the five of the Surutameni, you, Mr. Yamamoto, and…the League of Evil. We're not sure how many of them there are, but there's enough to match us."

"Assholes." Osora muttered, one arm releasing Tali so that she could gently scoop the bee off her nose. "How you doing, honey?" She murmured to the bee, lips twitching slightly with the ghost of a soft smile. "The League of Evil are basically our counterparts. At least, in terms of how they use their abilities. Have you heard any news about Wildfire?"

"Wouldn't that throw anyone off?" Shou asked, raising an eyebrow almost playfully as he grinned. He lifted a hand, clicking his tongue a couple times, and the bee left Osora to return to his hand. "There are a couple good Megumareta in America. Ren's mother was one, a vigilante like us. Hey, Osora, does she seem a bit off to you?"

"Powerdrill? Yeah, actually. Looks almost sick." Osora said, resting her head on Tali's shoulder but keeping it angled to watch Shou.

"Yeah, she does, doesn't she." Shou mused, studying Powerdrill carefully. "I'll take her to Michael, see if he knows how to help her. So, where're you from man? Definitely not around here, least this neighborhood."

Osora ran her fingers through Tali’s hair, the movement almost instinctual when he nuzzled her. “Ran into me, actually. On the street. Though that might have been more my fault than anything.”

“Doesn’t surprise me. For a ballerina, you’re clumsy as hell.” Shou teased, snickering. “What was America like where you were? I’ve been a few times, and I prefer Japan, but people have a lot of varying opinions on the country.”

"People here are definitely more polite. The locals, at least." Shou mused, nodding in agreement. "Americans are extremely entitled. No offense to Ren." He made a quick gesture with his hands, and Osora snorted. It was an inside joke between their group, that even accidentally insulting Ren was about the same as talking bad about a god.

"The one time I went to America, I crashed a train and was yelled at for fourty minutes by an American for getting his coffee wrong, despite the fact that I have never worked in a coffee shop ever, and we were in a bank." Osora said, rolling her eyes as she worked her fingers through Tali's hair happily. "Maybe I should have found a small town. There wouldn't be much crime of my type in them though." Maybe if she ever retired from hero work…

"I don't think I could live in a small town, no matter the country." Shou said, shrugging a shoulder as he checked his buzzing phone. "I need the bustle of big cities. The noise."

"A small town might be nice, if I could bring myself to leave." Osora looked over at her friend, arching a brow. Her and Tali's joking traveling ideas were wonderful in theory, but there was a certain obligation she felt to this city. Something tying her down here, a rope she couldn't sever. "But this is what I'm good at. And drug busts aren't my area of expertise when it comes to crime. I'm betting there weren't that many, either. What things do Americans do for fun, besides be rude to strangers?"

"Our fast food will forever beat American fast food." Shou stated, moving to riffle through Osora's things. Not for any particular reason, it seemed, but she also didn't seem to care, perfectly content with petting Tali.

"Cinemas? Good to know they at least didn't skip over those." Osora said, harrumphing softly. "You really should be more careful with your….pastimes, Tali. If you aren't, you're going to get caught, one of these days."

Osora's expression was so soft, for someone who was so emotionless half the time. She moved her hands to cup his face, pressing her nose to his gently. "So find yourself. You can't do that stuck in a jail cell, though." There was something so sure about the way she spoke, like she had absolute confidence in his ability to find himself.

Shou watched the two of them for a moment, lips lifting in a small and conspiratory smile as he slipped quietly out of the room. He was going to go bug Maki, and leave them to themselves for a bit. But he was glad too see Osora so open with someone, in a way she hadn't been in a while.

“I don’t entirely know. But we can figure that out together.” Osora said, her voice as soft as ever in the quiet room. Her eyes, that strange and slightly scary blood red, were warmer than seemed possible from her. She was making a promise, and she intended to keep it. “I save people, I help them, remember? You’ll just be a special case. Because you’ve got a little bit higher importance.”

“The most special.” She said with a quick nod, bumping his forehead with hers gently. “You don’t have to do this alone. I’ll be right by your side while you figure things out.”

"I'd rather not burden you. I've already shared a bit too much, Tali." She said, shrugging a shoulder. Her fingers traced his lips, the shape of his grin, and her own lips flickered briefly. Like she was trying to copy the smile, however she could, but couldn't. "But it's nice you think of me that way. Sweet. Just like you."