It hit you faster than hearing it, the ground quaking hard enough to leave you almost teetering over. Regaining your balance, you catch sight as a building down the block knocking over, concrete flying in all directions as car alarms go off & people flee screeching for their lives. Driven by who knows what, you take off down the block towards the site of the devastation. As you close in, you see silhouettes zipping back and forth before finally registering yells & roars, realization dawning on you. Approaching ground zero, standing outside the battered remnants of a corner store, you're finally able to peer into the chaos, and it proves to be one hell of a sight.

"Stay down & eat dirt, scumbag!" Her foot was already crashing down onto their head, the shock wave shattering what little glass remained intact. Texts did her Luna Fall technique no justice, the immense brutality laid bare before your eyes. She ground her foot into the villain's head for good measure, not least rubbing it in for her own satisfaction, before she pulled away, all but certain that this schmuck wasn't getting back up any time soon. Huffing as she stepped away, sweat dripping down the side of her face as her milk chocolate skin glistened, a fierce grin formed on her face, her rush for combat satisfied as she emerged victorious once more, even among ruins. However, her eyes glanced to the side, taking notice of you just outside the entrance to the store.

"Hey, you!" Striding towards you, a look of suspicion subsumed her ferocious grin as she closed the gap between you both. "What're you doing here?"

"Hmph." *She crosses her arms over her chest, eyeing you up and down. "Snackin' on cookies after a fight... I guess I can't blame ya." Her gaze shifts to the ground for a moment before returning back to your face. "I'm Miruko, by the way. Number five hero in all of Japan!"

"Villain, huh?" she says nonchalantly, tilting her head to the side slightly as she watches you eat the cookie. "Well, I'm glad you didn't try anything stupid." There's a pause as she regards you for a moment, her expression unreadable. "You know... if you ever want to change sides, there are better heroes out there than me. Plenty of teams who could use someone like you with your..." - she pauses again, searching for the right word - "... unique skills."

"I understand that, I really do," she says, sounding surprisingly sincere despite the obvious disappointment in her voice. "But you don't have to keep fighting on the other side just because it's all you know." There's a long pause as she studies your face once more. "Look... if you ever change your mind, or if you need someone to talk to, about anything... well, I'm here for you, okay?"

Her words hang in the air between you, weighty and thoughtful.

Her brow furrows slightly at the mention of Hawks, but she doesn't dwell on it. Instead, her eyes travel over your exposed scars and toned abs before meeting yours again. There's a flicker of interest there, mixed with something else... perhaps pity? "Yes, I know who Hawks is." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully. "And those scars don't make you any less valuable as a person. They only show how much you've been through and how strong you are."

"You may think that now, but it doesn't have to be true forever." She steps closer to you, her voice taking on a softer, almost maternal quality. "I know change is hard, and trust me, I've made more than my fair share of mistakes in the past too... But we can't let our pasts define us. We have to fight for who we want to be."

Her eyes meet yours intently, conveying a message of hope and resilience that she wishes you could hear. "

The red aura surrounding you catches her attention and she hesitates for a moment before responding. "I understand... but please know that I'm not here to fight you." She takes another step back, putting some distance between the two of you. "If you ever need someone to talk to or just... you know, hang out with, who isn't going to judge you for your past or what you are right now..." She trails off, searching for the words that will make you feel less alone.

"I mean it," she says finally. "

Her eyes widen in surprise at the mention of starting a family, and she hesitates before responding. "I... I don't know what your situation is exactly, but there must be some way for you to change it if that's what you really want." She pauses, considering her words carefully. "And even if you can't find someone who wants to be with you right now... maybe someday in the future, things will be different."

"Arrest you?" she echoes, surprise clear in her voice. "No, of course not! I just meant that... if you ever want to talk about it, or anything else really, you can always come find me." She takes another step closer, her tone gentle and understanding. "I'm not here to judge you, Luke. We all make mistakes, and I know what it feels like to be stuck in a situation that seems impossible to escape."

There's a pause as she studies your face once more, searching for any sign of trust or hope.

Taking the card carefully between her fingers, she nods solemnly. "Alright. I'll be there." A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she looks up at you, hope flickering in her eyes. "See you later, Luke."

With the card in hand and a newfound sense of hope, Rumi 'Miruko' Usagiyama turns to leave the scene, keeping an eye out for the arriving police and media. As she walks away, she can't help but feel a strange connection with this mysterious Luke. Perhaps there is more to him than meets the eye...

Time passes slowly as you wait at the bar, your eyes darting around the room in nervous anticipation of her arrival. The bartender, a tall and imposing man with a shaved head and a permanent scowl, gives you occasional glances before returning to his business. You can't help but wonder what she'll say... or if she'll even show up at all.

After what feels like an eternity, the door to the bar swings open and in walks Rumi 'Miruko' Usagiyama, her white hair flowing behind her like a cape as she scans the room. Her eyes meet yours and she smiles warmly, making her way over to join you at the bar. "Hey, Luke," she says, taking a seat beside you. There's an air of quiet confidence about her that you can't help but find attractive. "Thanks for meeting me."

"Hey, no problem." She glances at your drink and raises an eyebrow, noticing how much you've already had. "You sure that's a good idea? You don't want to get too drunk before we talk." Her tone is lighthearted and teasing, making it clear she isn't trying to judge you for your choice of coping mechanism.

"Well, I can't say I never feel that way," she says with a knowing smile. "But you don't have to let it define you." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "Look, Luke... I get that it must be really hard for you, being stuck in this life and not being able to change things the way you want to..." Her eyes meet yours sincerely. "...but there are always options."

Her smile widens slightly at your challenge. "Oh, I don't know... maybe by proving to you that there are better things out there for someone like you." She pauses, considering her next words carefully. "Look, Luke... I understand that trust is hard to come by these days, but if you ever need someone to talk to or just hang out with who won't judge you and will help you see the possibilities in life..." Her voice trails off, eyes locked on yours. "...I'm here for you."

Her eyes flicker down to the scar before returning back up to meet yours. There's a moment of silence as she processes what she's seeing and the emotions it stirs within her. Finally, she reaches out, gently placing a hand on your arm. "I'm sorry that happened," she says softly. "No one should have to go through something like that."

Her touch is surprisingly comforting, and you find yourself relaxing slightly beneath her gentle touch. "Look...

"Alright... I understand." Rumi 'Miruko' Usagiyama stands as well, her movements steady despite the obvious state of intoxication you're in. "But remember, Luke... if you ever need someone to talk to or just want to get away from things for a while..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words. "...I mean it when I say that I'm here for you."

She hesitates for a moment before leaning in closer, planting a light kiss on your cheek. "

Surprised by your sudden action but not resisting, she lets you lead her out of the bar. The night air is cool against their skin as they step outside, and she shivers slightly in reaction. "Luke... I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything..." Her voice trails off, hesitant.

Her hand remains in yours, warm and steady. She can feel your heart racing beneath her fingertips, and a strange sensation of excitement begins to bubble up inside her chest.

With a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, she follows you to your home. As the front door opens, revealing a cozy living space with soft lighting and inviting scents, she can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within her. Maybe this was a mistake... but at the same time, she can't deny that being around you feels different than anything she's experienced before.

Her hand trembles slightly in yours as you lead her inside.

Her brow furrows slightly at your question, confusion clouding her eyes. "I... I don't know," she says truthfully. "Maybe it's because deep down, I believe there's still good in you, even if the world has given up on you." She pauses, searching for the right words to express what she's feeling. "Or maybe it's just... that when I see someone who needs help, I can't turn away."

Her face flushes in embarrassment at the memory of their brief encounter outside the bar. "I... I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable. It was just a gesture of kindness, nothing more." Her voice trails off as she bites her lower lip nervously. She pauses for a moment before continuing, her tone more assertive now. "But if you really want me to stop being gentle with you... then I will.

Her eyes widen in surprise as your lips meet hers in a soft kiss, her body responding instinctively despite the alcohol still coursing through her veins. The warmth of your touch sends shivers down her spine, and she wraps her arms around you, pulling you closer. For a moment, they are lost in the tenderness of the embrace before it turns into something more passionate, their tongues dancing together as they explore each other's mouths.

Her cheeks flush red as you pull away, the warmth in her eyes betraying the fact that you've hit the mark. "Well... maybe just a little," she admits with a small giggle. "But I couldn't resist when I saw how lonely and sad you were." She steps closer to you again, her hands on your shoulders, her breath warm against your neck. "I want to make you happy, Luke."

Her voice is soft and sincere, full of a desire that she can't quite hide. "

Her heart breaks as she feels your body shaking in her arms. Gently, she pulls back to look into your tear-streaked face. "Hey... what's wrong?" She asks with concern, wiping away a tear with the pad of her thumb. "Are you okay? Did I do something?"

She puts a hand on your cheek, tilting your chin up so that she can see your eyes clearly. Her voice is soft and reassuring as she speaks, wanting nothing more than to make this better for you.

She smiles softly in return, her thumb tracing circles on your cheek. "Because you aren't a villain, Luke," she says gently. "You may have done some bad things in the past, but that doesn't define who you are. I see beyond the masks we wear... and deep down, I know there's goodness inside you." Her voice trails off as she studies your face, searching for any hint of doubt or skepticism. "I believe in second chances, and I want to help give you one."

Her heart swells with hope as she sees the sincerity in your eyes. "I know you will," she says, her voice filled with confidence and warmth. She cups your cheek in her hand, leaning in to press their foreheads together. "Because I'm here for you, Luke... no matter what." With that, she pulls you into a soft embrace, holding you close as if nothing could ever break this bond between them.

Her cheeks flush pink again as she remembers the kiss they shared. "I don't know... maybe we're just two people who found each other when we needed it most," she says with a shrug, trying to play it off casually. But there's an underlying current of desire in her voice that gives away how much she wants this connection with you to mean more.

She reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair from your forehead, her fingers lingering on your skin for just a moment longer than necessary. "

Her heart skips a beat as you bring up the subject of starting a family. A small part of her wants nothing more than to spend the rest of her life with you and create a home together, but she can't help but feel cautious. "I... I need some time to think about it," she says hesitantly. "It's not something I take lightly." She smiles softly, brushing a thumb across your cheek in what she hopes is a reassuring gesture. "

Her breath catches in her throat as your lips meet hers once more, their kiss becoming deeper and more passionate with each passing moment. The heat between them grows exponentially, and she can feel her body responding to the desire that burns within her. As the kiss finally ends, she looks up at you with a mix of longing and uncertainty in her eyes. "I want this... I really do," she whispers softly. "But are you sure? About everything?"

Her eyes widen slightly at your question before she lets out a soft laugh, relieved that it wasn't about something else entirely. "No, I mean... are you sure you want to keep going down this path with me? With everything that comes along with it?" She pauses, searching for the right words. "I don't want to drag you into anything dangerous or complicated."

Her breath hitches as your words send shivers down her spine, and she arches into the touch of your tongue against her skin. "Oh... R-Really?" She stammers, unable to hide the excitement in her voice. "I mean, I could try... but he can be quite stubborn sometimes." A small giggle escapes her as you continue to tease her with kisses and gentle touches.

Her whole body trembles with anticipation as she listens to your words, her heart racing faster in her chest. "Really?" She asks breathlessly, the word barely audible over the pounding of her blood in her ears. A shudder runs through her at the thought of finally becoming a hero, and it's all thanks to you.

Her fingers curl into your shirt, pulling you closer as she arches into your touch. "I could definitely ask him that... I mean, if you really want me to..."

Her breath hitches as she feels the warmth of your touch and the weight of your words. "I... I could talk to him for you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "And I promise I'll tell him everything you said." With a small gasp, she arches further into your embrace, unable to resist the desire that burns between them.

A shudder runs through her body as you lick and nibble at her skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. "Y-Yes... I'll be sure to mention that," she murmurs breathlessly. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she struggles to maintain control over her senses, wanting nothing more than to give in completely to the desire between them.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels the intensity of your touch, her body arching into you with a need that she can no longer deny. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "Let's... let's give it a try." Her fingers clumsily fumble at the buttons of your shirt, desperate to feel more skin against hers. "I want this... so much."

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of your bare chest and abdominal scars, a mix of awe and admiration flashing across her face. "You're so strong," she whispers, tracing one finger lightly over a particularly pronounced scar on your abs. Then, with shaking hands, she reaches up to undo the last few buttons of her dress, revealing her naked breasts to you for the first time.

Her back arches as you take her nipple between your lips, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure. She lets out a soft moan, her hips thrusting upward in search of more contact with your hardening length. "Luke," she gasps, her hands fisting in your hair as she writhes beneath you.

Their bodies move together in a dance of desire, each movement bringing them closer to the edge of release.

Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of your naked body, especially your impressive erection. "Oh..." is all she can manage before licking her lips nervously and reaching out to touch you. Her fingers tremble as they brush against the warm skin of your abdomen, then lower until they close around the base of your cock. She looks up at you through her eyelashes, uncertainty etched into every line of her face. "I've never... done this before,"

Her cheeks flush red at the revelation that she's a virgin, but a wave of relief washes over her as you seem to accept it so easily. "Y-Yes," she whispers shakily, her fingers digging into the fabric of the couch beneath her as she feels your warm breath against her sensitive folds.

As you lift her hips and lower your head between her legs, a moan escapes her lips, a mixture of anticipation and nervous excitement. "L-Luke... I'm not sure if I..."

"I... I trust you," she whispers, her eyes locked on yours. "Just be gentle with me..." With a shuddering breath, she relaxes into the sensation of your mouth and tongue against her most intimate places, reveling in the pleasure that washes over her as you slowly begin to explore and tease her.

Her fingers dig into the cushions beside her, curling into fists as she tries not to cry out too loudly, wanting this moment to last forever but needing it to hurry up at the same time.

Her back arches off the couch as pleasure washes over her in waves, her body tensing and relaxing in a rhythm that matches your movements. She gasps for air, her hands flying to cover her mouth, trying desperately not to make too much noise but unable to contain the moans that escape her lips.

Her hips buck upwards, seeking more contact with your tongue and teeth as they stroke against her sensitive nub. "Luke..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion.

Her thighs tremble as she feels you looking at her wetness, a flush of heat spreading across her chest and up to her cheeks. "Y-Yes," she whispers, her voice shaking with need. "Please..." Her hips arch further off the couch, offering herself to you completely, wanting nothing more than your hard length inside her tight channel.

Her breath hitches as she feels the warmth and size of your cock against her skin, her body tensing in anticipation. "No," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes locked on yours. "Don't be gentle." A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of taking all of you inside her, of being filled to the brim with your strength and passion.

Her legs spread further apart, inviting you deeper, as she arches into the contact, desperate for more. "Please..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you thrust inside of her, filling her up with your heat and power. She clenches her fists tightly in the cushions beside her, arching off the couch as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Oh God... Luke..." she moans, meeting your thrusts with her hips, their bodies moving together in a rhythm born of desire and need.

Her back arches off the couch as her moans fill the room, mingling with your harsh gasps and the slapping sounds of our skin coming together. She clings to you, digging her nails into your shoulders as she feels the intensity of each thrust deep inside her. Her hips buck upwards in time with yours, seeking more contact, more pleasure from this rough union. "Luke... I'm close..." she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "Don't stop..."

Her back arches off the couch as you roll her over, revealing her wetness to your gaze. "L-Luke..." she gasps, feeling the rough slide of your cock against her slick folds before it slides inside of her once more. Her hips buck upwards instinctively, seeking more contact with your hard length as you thrust deep into her from behind. "Oh God... Luke!" she cries out, her voice muffled by the couch beneath her.

Her body tenses and arches off the couch as your thumb finds her tight little hole, filling the void between their skin. She gasps for air, her hips bucking wildly against you as she feels overwhelmed by pleasure. "Oh God... so good..." Her voice trails off into a moan as you continue to thrust relentlessly inside her, claiming every inch of her.

The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before, and it drives her closer to the edge of orgasm with each passing second. "