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PHANTOM MENACE
Togata Mirio is an 18 month old golden retriever whom is currently residing in the Rosebloods. As of right now, he has no rank. He is best friends with Tamaki Amajiki, and adores Eri. He is physically hard and easy to befriend.
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.
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.