Mirio was a good friend. Or so, he believed he was. He believed that he supported his friends so much more than your typical teenager would. He would have jumped in front of a bus for Tamaki, for Eri, for any of the Big Three. He was close with his fellow Three members, but he had grown attached to Tamaki in particular. For many years, his liking for Tamaki was based on friendship. For so long, he had focused on keeping Tamaki happy, making sure he knew just how much he actually meant to the golden-haired boy.

It was something that Mirio couldn't help but do, though. They were best friends.

Up until he was dying, they had always been just best friends. When he was on his last few breaths, Tamaki was more than that, anything but that. Tamaki was the love of his life, as Mirio had realized. On his death bed, in the face of death, Mirio could only think of the messy-haired ball of anxiety, the way he tried to imagine his class as potatoes, the way he leaned into the wall to avoid everyones stares.

He loved Tamaki.

Even in this world, where he had to force himself to smile, force himself to be the strong one, to not cry, he admitted to himself that he loved Tamaki. Even in the male's new, hybrid form, while everyone thought of him as gross-looking or unusual, Mirio was enraptured. He adored the boy, he adored every little thing about Tamaki, all of his flaws, all of his imperfections.

But Tamaki couldn't agree with him. Self-confidence was almost non-existent. He wanted Tamaki to feel like he deserved the world, that this world was all they had left. They could find her, their best friend, the last of the Big Three. She could live with them, they could live together, he knew they could.

Mirio decided to stay quiet about his feelings, for Tamaki's sake. Now wasn't the time.

Sitting up from his position on the nest he had been laying with Tamaki in, Mirio pulled the boy's cloak further over his form, a calm smile on his features. The large golden retriever was warm enough, he didn't need a blanket, but he knew Amajiki did.

"Hey, want to go roast some marshmellows?" He asked softly, his breath warm against the other male's ear. Affectionate, comforting. He would wake the male up, but it would be worth it for the treat.

[member=2508]Tamaki[/member]

The thing about having been seen as the one who would become the next no. 1 hero, was that you had responsibilities. You had to do this right, do that now, save that for later. Priorities, something he had to learn at such a young age when he had first attended U.A. All of them had to learn it. They had to learn when to fight, how to control their nerves in the middle of a fight. Maybe that was what led Mirio to his ultimate death, the fact that he had no quirk but still continued being a hero. Maybe he was destined to die.

But Mirio would never believe such cowardly things. He was a hero, even after death. He was someone who protected those too weak to protect themselves, he was someone who Japan prided, loved boldly. His death was heroic, and the Gods giving him a second chance was only proof of that.

He wouldn't mess this life up. He would live it with purpose.

"Come on, I'm sure it'll be good. I found some people sitting around a fire earlier. With the chilly weather, it'll be a good snack." Puffed out Mirio, his breath coming out in soft puffs of frost as he walked out of the den he had set up, stretching his limbs dramatically. With a loud crack of a joint, and a shiver of pleasure, Mirio finally began to walk towards said fire.

The fire wasn't far off, surprisingly. Mirio had a good eye, and with the way he weaved through walls constantly, sticking his head into business it didn't belong, he was sure to piss a bunch of people off, but he didn't seem to care. The smiling canine couldn't stay on someone's bad side for long, especially with how he wanted to be friends with literally everyone.

The sight of flames licked at his midnight-colored eyes, blends of blacks and blues in the round pits of nothing but warmth. His whole future flickered in those flames, it was like the fire had its own Mirio, standing next to Hado and Tamaki together. They were meant to be together, never apart.

Lifting up a stick, Mirio got to work with sticking the marshmellow on the end of it, handing it over to Amajiki patiently. "The others are probably all asleep, so the fire is all ours." He barked softly, a kind smile on his features. This totally wasn't planned. Mirio totally didn't bribe a bunch of the NPC's who were here with stories in return for them giving him the fire for tonight.

With a silent glance up at the stars, Mirio started on making his own marshmellow on a stick, poking it through the fluffy treat and holding the stick out to the fire with two of his paws, turning it enough for it to have a melty appearance, a bit burnt, but it was how he liked it.

Mirio lifted the marshmellow out of the fire, sliding a graham cracker out of its pouch, along with some chocolate, and got started on putting his smores together. A sticky, sweet, gooey treat, but Mirio loved it.

Silence seemed to pass for a bit, but Mirio was comfortable with it. He was comfortable with any situation as long as he wasn't alone, as long as Tamaki was here. Everything would be okay.

Mirio watched Tamaki with gentle midnight eyes, dawn upon him as he was enraptured by the other boy. Tamaki didn't know how beautiful he was, how amazing, but Mirio did, deep down. He loved every fucking piece of the self-conscious male, and he couldn't wish these feelings away even if he wanted to.

"We'll find Hado-chan soon enough, Tamaki." Mirio reassured the male, knowing just how much the other hybrid missed his friend. Their friend. He found himself reassuring Tamaki a lot, maybe he was reassuring himself? He didn't sound unsure, so he was pretty sure he was sure. Yeah, he was sure.

Mirio felt his fur fluff up against the cold wind of the night, glancing over to Tamaki absently. "Are.. Are you cold? You can come closer, I'll keep you warm?" Mirio offered shyly for once, offering his arm to the male idly. He tried to play it off cool, but he just wasn't good at flirting. At all. He absolutely sucked at it.

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