Solas reminds me a lot of Kreia from KotOR II. Both are mysterious, yet
powerful people who more or less just drop out of the sky and land in
your lap, both of them sort of make themselves your mentor if you let
them, and both of them sort of share the goal of destroying something in
the lore: Solas with the barrier between the Fade and the waking world,
and Kreia with the Force itself. While Solas’ intentions are a little
more noble, the resemblance is rather striking to me
Max leaned against the Wheeler place, one foot pressed against the wall, one arm tucked under the other — which held a smoking cigarette.
“Those things’ll kill you, you know,” said an obviously amused voice.
Max whirled, hastily dropping the cigarette (Karen would kill her if she found out), only to roll her eyes in total relief; it was only Steve.
The older boy approached, and Max felt her face flush against her will. She hated that she liked him. Hated that he made her feel all… girly and gross… But most of all she hated that he was one of Nancy’s boyfriends, whom Nancy loved very much. And Nance could kick ass.
“I was cold,” Max said shortly, scuffing the bud under her sneaker and staring out at the horizon. The sky was painted purple, pink, and orange, with little bits of blue streaked across. The stars were just visible.
“Max,” Steve leaned next to her, fingering a pack of Morley’s, himself, but didn’t light up. “I… I need to ask you a question.”
Max’s eyes widened. Fortunately, he wasn’t looking at her, or he would have seen the totally embarrassing shade of red her face went. When she had settled her breathing, she turned to him. “Okay. Shoot.”
Steve placed the end of his smoke in his mouth but still didn’t light it. His gaze grew distant, and his voice was cold as he asked, “Does he hit you?”
Her blood ran cold. For just a moment, she stood utterly paralysed in fear. In that moment, a thousand things rushed through her mind, but the one thought that stood out was the realisation that he was actually asking the question — he, Steve Harrington, not some creased-shirt police officer with a penchant for gambling. He cared. He cared. Another human being actually gave a shit about her (sure, so did the boys, but they didn’t fully understand it and never really asked about her scars and wounds — probably because they assumed she got them from roughhousing and kicking the crap out of bullies).
And so, she took a deep breath. “No.”
His eyes flickered to her own, appearing genuinely surprised. “No? Max.”
She shifted her footing, looking down at the remains of her cigarette.
Without warning or hesitation, Steve reached out and took her arm. She tried to yank it away, but he was already rolling up the sleeve. She felt her face heat up with embarrassment, and finally drew away.
“You had no right to do that.”
“Those bruises are new,” Steve said sharply, though his voice was shaking and his eyes were harder than she had ever seen them. She hadn’t really known that Steve could get angry.
She found herself thinking of an explanation, like she always did when asked. “Billy just…” but the words died on her lips. Her mind was utterly blank.
“‘Billy just’ what?!” Steve spread his arms. “Billy just kicks your ass, and you take it, huh? Just stand there and let him hurt you?”
“No! I fight back when he hits me!”
All at once, she realised what she had said. Her heart sank, and a cloud of angry dread churned in her stomach. Steve’s shoulders sank, eyes glistening.
“Max,” he whispered.
“Bastard!” Max shook her head, attempting to run, but he had already gathered her in his arms. She whacked his chest (which was like a fucking rock), wiggled, and then gave up all at once. She sagged against him, sobbing weakly.
“I’m so sorry, kid,” Steve whispered. “Really. Jesus, I’m so, so sorry.”
Max was crying too much to say anything. Years of torment and build up anger and sadness and self-hatred was rushing out of her like a broken dam. She grasped his striped shirt tightly in her freckled fists, never wanting to let go, because this was the closest had really gotten to another human being in three years.
“I’ll help you,” Steve said, once she had calmed down enough to pull away. “I will, okay? I’m not gonna let you go back there—”
“Steve,” Max wiped her eyes, frustrated. “My mom…”
“We’ll get her out, too.” Steve nodded to himself with such conviction that she felt any doubt on the matter seep away into nothing. “I’m gonna help you.”
He would help her. Someone. For the first time ever.
Max felt herself relax. Steve led her inside, holding her hand and squeezing it in a reassuring way.
In that moment, Max thought that maybe she didn’t need Billy to be her brother at all. Maybe she had a good one right here.
Two cigarettes lay forgotten on the driveway, only to be washed away by the rain later that evening.
Yuu feels a little stupid he’s never noticed: Mika can’t sleep.
Naturally, he’d assume Mika would lay down in his room at night, because that’s what you do… when you’re human.
“You seriously never noticed?” Mika watches him incredulously.
Yuu scratches the back of his head, embarrassed. “I never paid it much attention…”
That’s a pretty Yuu thing to do, Mika must decide. He takes the explanation without much more of a fight, sighing a little.
Yuu can hear the ‘incredible" in that tiny puff of air.
He steps next to Mika, leaning against the shabby house wall, and looks out the starry night sky like Mika does. “How does it feel not being able to sleep?” Yuu asks in innocent curiosity.
Mika doesn’t answer. Yuu can feel him becoming stiff.
“… Not human,” He spits the words reluctantly.
Yuu huffs. The answer doesn’t please him, and silence is all that passes between them for a moment.
He thinks it must be lonely… to stand out here every night on his own– like the nights when Yuu would cry as a child. So loudly, apparently, that a soldier would snitch him to Guren and make him check on Yuu.
He wonders, did Mika cry too? Did he cry alone in a room, not getting the image of his family dying out of his head?
Did he have a Guren who came to check on him? Someone who stayed until he fell asleep?
“I can’t sleep,” Yuu lies, the words coming out of nowhere.
He turns to look at Mika, his face as innocent as ever. “Will you stay with me?”
Mika’s eyes grow wide. “You want me to stay with you in your room?”
“I want you to stay with me in my bed.”
Mika blushes. Even in the lacking light, Yuu can see it - feel it - more likely.
He lifts his hand to touch Mika’s cheek, the skin hot, stroking over his cheekbone with his thumb. “Will you?”
Mika glances to the side.
You’d think it’d be awkward to share a bed, but somehow… both seem to know exactly what to do.
Yuu faces the wall, laying on his side, and Mika casually places an arm around him from behind.
“This feels like something we’d do as children…” Mika mumbles, his voice full of warmth. He’s so close, his breath spills into Yuu’s hair, disturbing it.
Mika adds, “When you were still a crybaby.”
“I wasn’t a crybaby,” Yuu grumbles in protest. The tips of his ears feel hot.
“You were. You’d think I didn’t see with your back turned to me, but I did.”
Yuu grows silent. His brain is slowly connecting the puzzle pieces. “… Is that why you’d come lie next to me?”
There’s a smile in Mika’s voice.
Yuu’s ears grow hotter, and Mika presses a kiss to the back of Yuu’s head.
They don’t say anything for a while. There’s only the sound of them breathing and the beat of their hearts.
“Thank you,” Yuu mumbles eventually.
Mika’s presence always had something soothing. It felt like he wanted to be around Yuu, and Yuu wanted the same. It’s almost like they sought comfort in each other - back then - as they do now.
Mika mumbles back, “I have to thank /you./”
He shuffles closer, holding Yuu a little tighter, like he’s preparing himself to join Yuu in sleep.
Yuu forgets quickly that it’s something that Mika can’t do.
What she means:
Why did Sky High teachers do nothing to stop children from becoming villains? There is no way they could have missed how sadistically some of the kids acted but they did nothing about it, even allowing physical bullying of dangerously powered kids against kids with basically no powers as well as sexual harrassment. They clearly saw in the simulator that two of the boys liked being villains, they blatantly said that they liked being villains to the teachers and nothing was done. Is it because the kids don't get a choice in having any other career beyond being a superhero? Are they letting them be villains so they can match their supply of heroes with a demand for them? They create villains jut so they can have a reason to become famous and fight them. It is a corrupt super hero society and no one is willing to stop it