[team 1] Masks

[miquilis.livejournal.com]

The alter egos and aliases started to appear shortly after Tamamori was born, he barely remembers the time but he knows the stories and he’s living with the effects. A consequence of the riots and social disorder the first masked heroes announced themselves the true protectors of the people - and maybe they were - but when the good guys started to stand in the shadows hidden behind masks the villains followed trend. Eventually it became hard to tell good and evil apart as the city grew overly populated with secret identities and disguises it was impossible to tell who anyone really was anymore.

Maybe that’s why Tamamori likes him so much, because he’s different and he doesn’t wear a mask, just a pink t-shirt with an emblem and a bandana like an old picture action hero. When he laughs at his own bad jokes that he cracks in the face of danger and his eyes dissapear it’s easy to see he’s one of the good guys. And while he’s not as well known as the Coloured Rangers he’s at least not as ridiculous as MirrorMan.

Or maybe Tamamori just likes him because MiyaMan without fail is always there to save him.

Only once has Tamamori actually been in serious grave danger - his own fault due to distractions and day dreams he turned down a wrong street and ended up in an opioum den - but for the most with the local thugs and pety criminals Tamamori can handle himself yet he appreciates the help even on the times MiyaMan only shows up to “save him” from the task of carrying heavy grociery bags up several long flights of stairs to his apartment alone.

“What’s your power meant to be anyway?” Tamamori asks after MiyaMan chases down the thief that stole Tamamori’s new designer bag, offers to get it cleaned but the scuff marks wipe easily away. Tamamori’s seen him fight before but it’s a bizarre combat style, more akin to an odd dance with faliling arm movements and it definately can’t classify as a power.

MiyaMan wheezes a little to catch his breath before replying “Ah, my smile can bring joy and push away the darkness.”

Tamamori scoffs a little at the ridiculousness of the statement and how MiyaMan puffs up his chest in pride as he says it. But later, after MiyaMan sees him safely home, Tamamori fidgets awkwardly in his door way before he decides to invite the other in for a thank-you meal since it’s the least he can do.

MiyaMan smiles brigther and warmer than the sun in reply and Tamamori suddenly trully does believe in super heroes.



shadow_fictions turn (～・ω・)～

Comments

[snowqueenofhoth.livejournal.com]

CUTE ♥

[mousapelli.livejournal.com]

UGH SO CUTE *kicks them*

[miquilis.livejournal.com]

*MiyaMan blocks you kicking Tama*

[omoikkiri.livejournal.com]

jad;lgskma so sweet omg ;__;

[miquilis.livejournal.com]

The original intention was going to be dark.

[loveandcoffee.livejournal.com]

this was the cutest thing argh *covers eyes and rolls around happily*

[miquilis.livejournal.com]

♥ ♥ ♥

[crazy-otaku911.livejournal.com]

omg, your miyatamas are just my favorites okay wtf XD THIS IS SO CUTE ACK ♥ MiyaMan and his damsel in distress (who isn't at all) l m a o

[miquilis.livejournal.com]

I want to write so many drabbles of MiyaMan trying to save Tama from everything so he can be his Hero. Helps him save money by cutting up coupons, helps him save energy by offering to carry him, helps him save water by suggesting they bathe together....

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