herocomplex | ( PRISMATICA. ) IC CONTACT

[ there's something special in being placed somewhere that seems too otherworldly; sure, it can be scary for most people, but it gives them room to enjoy the wonders of discovering things for the first time. new, old, and often improvements of things they know - it's a wonderful little thing.

so here's thirty-four year old wei wuxian, standing before the magazine section of a conbini - and that's all. he really just seems to be staring at something, an expression hard to name on his face. is it surprise? fear? excitement? perhaps a mix of all three?

at last, then, a couple of minutes later, he moves; not much, only his arm reaches for one of the magazines that for anyone looking, soon reveals itself to be a... R18 magazine.

it has a real person on the cover. ... well, they sure bear some animalistic features, considering this is lunatia and everyone seems to be a furry, but- it's a real person. in color. not a drawing. with their breasts all exposed like that...

is he shaking? maybe just a bit. if he is, wei wuxian doesn't even realize it himself. ah, but there he is, again, just standing there, holding the book. he isn't even flipping the pages! if only someone would snap him out of it. ]

Oh my gooooooodddd!

_{[ What Wei Wuxian doesn't realize is that he's been watched for awhile now, and America just invites himself up to the stranger with half eaten convenient store food in his hand. He hasn't even paid for it because it's very easy for him to get distracted in such a place.. he's nowhere near the check out line. ]}

Is this the limited edition iss--? _{[ a soft gasp ]} Oh my GOD, this one is so totally righteous, man. It's got boobs out the wazoo, you know. All jiggly and shit, wait, hang on.. there's a specific page you gotta see, hold on, dude—

_{[ America does snap him out of it by opening the magazine up, flipping through it for a specific page. Here, we see some busty fox looking girl in a thin bikini, fake breasts barely covered, enjoying what seems to be ice cream on the beach during a summer day. Let's just say it's very hot outside and the ice cream is melting all over her and her busty self. ]}

See? Fuck yeaaaaaah, that's the shit right there. It looks like she's eating pistachio too. I fucking love pistachio, bro.

_{[ Before his new friend can get a word in, America looks at him, bright eyes shining. ]}

You gonna get it, huh? I really can't decide, but I think I prefer it when chicks have a little bit covered. Kind of leaves room for imagination, y'know?

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< literally wei wuxian right now.

it is Very Rare for wei wuxian to be rendered speechless, but this entire situation is just — not something he's entirely used to. sharing porn with friends? sure. reading porn together?? why not. but the magazine is more than he'd ever expect to see, and he hadn't at all thought a random stranger would approach him about it and be just as enthusiastic about it. give him a couple minutes while he shoots grey eyes between the magazine and this random man. what in the world?? ]

— What? Oh. Me? [ yes, you, you idiot. say something! ] Hahah, well, I wasn't really thinking of buying it... More like, I wasn't sure. I have never seen something like this. I had a friend who collected these kind of magazines, but they were just drawings. These are a lot more realistic.

[ he doesn't know the concept of photography yet, bear with him. the cultivator is also unsure whether he even wants to, or can, look at the page this new friend (?) of his was so excited about. it is good, and definitely more wei wuxian has ever seen. he's a thirty-five years old virgin, for god's sake. ]

Yeah, that's the kind of erotic art I'm used to. This is a lot. Oh, but it's pretty good. Don't tell me you have a collection of erotic art too.

[ that'd be such a funny coincidence. please say yes. ]

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I mean, if you're talking about my porn collection _{[ why did he say that loud ]} then yeah, I've totes got a heap of them— and they're all still so clean too. I know how to clean up after myself.

_{[ America sounds.. so proud when he says that, but then he gestures back at the magazine. ]}

It's not art, brah! Well, I mean, I guess it's artistic in a way, but they're photographs. You know.. ♪ Look at this photograph ♪ .. Hahaha! See? It's an actual person.. some actual boobies.

[Somehow Tenya had managed to go until the start of the Casino investigation before running into any of his classmates, and this must mean he was up to something, so we'll operate under the assumption that he was exploring.]

[And coming across places like McDenny's, which baffled him. McDenny's? Like, McDonald's, but Denny's as well? Curiosity got the better of him and he wandered inside, and the visual of the place was... not even remotely anything he could have conjured for a McDonald's, a Denny's, or whatever a McDenny's was, but... Well, here he was.]

[ an in-person meeting, did he really know what to expect? not really, though america had claimed he was wigging out in a normal way--what was normal for that kind of reaction again? he was definitely thinking on it as he gave a knock after approaching the other nation's door.

he was probably thinking on it a little too hard, rocking back and forth on his heels with a hand to his cheek and looking up to the ceiling ]

[ another message, that was enough to distract him from this thought. checking it, he reaches forward, opening the door and stepping in ]

America? Are you okay?

[ always with the concern first and foremost, letting the door quietly shut behind himself ]

Are you sure you have time if you have plans? Did you need help with something?

_{[ There is a wait to be seated sign, so surely there should be a host, right? Well, America being the type of boy who wanted to open the restaurant sooner rather than later, had opened during Cordis when they were still a bit understaffed. About a week or two later, he is still struggling to find workers, so Tenya will see a blond rushing towards him. It's more of a chipper jog, but he was in a business suit, and he flashes Tenya a grin with those pearly whites, dimples included. His hair looks a bit messy and he smells like fryer grease, but it's fine. It's.. fine. He's jazzed up caffeine and has been for two weeks solid. ]}

Hahaha, oh my god, dude, I'm so sorry about that. I had to do something in the kitchen.. I think my only host is taking a fiesta _{[ a siesta, America ]} so you get me! I think.. uh, for all of this?

_{[ He picks up a menu and pops his lips together. ]}

Uh, well. Besides the cooking part, unless you get fries. I did the fries. The fries are bomb A-F, man. Anyway. You cool with me being your sever and host?

[He's still taking in the absolute vaporwave nightmare the place is, his eyes trying to adjust to the fact that literally everything causes a glare on his glasses, when a blond makes a harried sprint toward him, grinning all the while. He stands a little straighter despite himself, and... fairly immediately finds himself further confused.]

[Fiesta? Also "dude" doesn't seem like the first turn of phrase he'd use-- but maybe this guy just talked that way. There's also a lot of words coming out of his mouth all at once, and while Tenya is used to that with Midoriya Izuku as a best friend, it still startles him from someone who looks to be at least somewhat older than them.]

[He stands very still and quiet for a few seconds after America's done, mostly to make sure he's done.]

Um-- yes, that's fine, but are you all right? It seems like it would be difficult to do so many tasks all at once.

_{[ America purses his lips when Tenya says something rather sensible-- something the normal person would agree on. ]}

Huh? Yeah.. I guess I didn't think of that.

_{[ A pause before he brightens, smiling cheerfully once more. ]}

Hahahaha! I'm a hero, though, so I can really do anything! You can count on me, square-dude! Go ahead and pick out any place you wanna sit and tell me what you want to drink and I'll be right over, got it?

_{[ America is simply chilling on the couch-- he just didn't want to get up out of his seat. He's still in his formal wear from opening his business, though his tie is at least loosened. ]}

Yeah! Uh.. I just. I don't know. It's easier to hear your tone in person, you know? And see if you're joking or something, haha. Right? Anyway.. sit down if you want.

_{[ He exhales out, loosening his tie even more. ]}

You gotta tell me what it is you want, man. It's pretty obvious you've been all over me lately and it's kind of making me confused cause I thought you and Germany were like.. husband and wife all the time. I've talked to Germany about it too, but he's just like _{[ fake Germany accent ]} 'nein, ve are just good friends' _{[ end Germany accent ]} and it makes me just wonder..

What the hell are you two? Do you you even know he just thinks of you that way? And where do I fit into all of this, huh?

[ it's okay america, he understands, no judgment here. though it's good to see he's okay, was just in chill mode. but there was this interesting sort of opener, hearing his tone in person? he figures that's just a thing some people are more used to.

taking a seat across from america there was just the curious look as he watches this--this is normal wigging out, making note. but it was an atmosphere so far wasn't it? ]

All over...? [ taking a moment to stop and think, he crosses his arms and looks up at the ceiling while slightly bouncing back and forth trying to figure this out. though as america goes on, there's the fluster that rises slowly but surely.

he's always doing this, isn't he? with the accents? no, no... don't focus on that. instead there's just the look with his mouth open for a moment, then leaning back with his hand to his cheek, and then open again... ]

I'm sorry, I...?

[ this has been happening hasn't it? it's not something he thought he'd have to explain so much. ]

America... You are aware we're both men, right?

[ all joking aside though, there's that slight lean forward ]

I'm glad the two of you have gotten to talk it seems, it's very assuring actually. But that aside, didn't he explain that it was a mutual conversation?

[ there was a rub of his head, looking away some to avoid direct eye contact ]

That time in the kitchen was after a misunderstanding... We've just been good friends from the beginning and we continue to be good friends, we care about each other greatly but know that it's not much more than that. It's okay if we rely on each other in... certain ways because we trust each other a lot.

[ a glance back to america, he gives a small sigh before waving his hand ]

So it's okay if he thinks of me as a friend, that's all I want from him. He's someone I care about a lot and I want to see him happy, and I think that means finding somebody that's got a lot more than what I can offer.

[ why do these situations make him so nervous, it's always like an interrogation. tilting his head, he leans back more to rest against the backing of the couch ]

I don't think I realized that... I'm sorry if you feel like I've been...? [ he wasn't sure, what was it? ] If you want me to stop being so close, I can. It's not like I'm looking for an overly romantic relationship or something like that...? The idea of that is actually pretty scary if I have to admit it--[ quickly he sits up and waves his hands ] N-not just because it's you, it's like that no matter who it is! I promise...

I like you, because you're pretty amazing, you know? I was just happy that we could get to be friends, so I didn't realize if I was crossing any boundaries you had. I love my close friends dearly, but it's very different than being in love--you understand, right?

'Kay, good. 'Cause I'd beat his ass if you ever did anything to hurt you, like.. lead you on or make you think a certain way, but then be too much of a wussy to actually admit that he's not into you in that kinda way. Glad everything is mutual, then.

_{[ Oh, what? What was this? America crosses his arms, seeming rather adamant about this. ]}

You get what I mean? Sorry to assume otherwise, it's just, you two have always been close and I'm right most of the time, so.. y'know. It's a valid assumption for me to make.

_{[ He chews on the inside of his cheek and this would make his situation with Italy even worse if he didn't clarify right then and there. He exhales out, but his lips curve upwards. ]}

That's fine. It's actually what I wanted to hear.
I was just making sure you weren't falling for my awesome charm-- romantically-- and not telling me. Hahaha, that would... kind of suck.

_{[ Hm. Sort of a strange statement. ]}

[ upon hearing this kind of declaration, italy couldn't help but sit up properly now to give the other his full attention even though he felt that heat rise to his face again and the racing of his heart ]

A-ah, please... no, it's okay. He wouldn't do anything like that, Germany is very considerate of those things even if he's not used to them... that might be the reason why. Even from when he first kissed me he was worried about something like that, because of the timing I explained that it was the first time I've been kissed like that since my first love and I think he's misconstrued that to mean I'm still in love with him even if he's no longer around.

But I think that's fine, even if it's not really... It's a lot more complicated than that.

[ it's embarrassing talking about this, instead he just tries to smile it off before leaning in a little closer towards america. that subject was too much to get into details willingly honestly, because even if he pretends it's fine it's never just that ]

Germany and I have just always been close, we had a very different first encounter despite this he was the nicest anyone has been in that situation, even if he tried to get me to fight him constantly and I wouldn't do it. I think we were both pretty lonely, and that helped us to get along in the beginning. Germany is my person, and he has always protected me and even though I don't look like much I would do the same for him.

[ no, wait, too much gushing--get to the point! get to the point! ]

I'd also protect you too, because I have a lot of respect for your honesty and just general way of being. I know sometimes it's not easy for us to understand each other because we have differences... But I still appreciate you. There is definitely a certain charm that's very drawing, but I'll try to contain myself if I should be overcome with intense romantic notions.

[ for the time being he keeps his distance, as much as could be done on the couch anyway, as he gives the blond a warm smile ]

Thank you... for looking out for me, even if the idea of me being in love with you seemed like something less than ideal.

[So very much just happened. For starters, America's said what may as well be the magic word to someone coming from where Iida does-- he called himself a Hero, in a relatively blase way that makes him wonder. Perhaps he had a quirk that allowed him to multitask more effectively? He could see how that would be very useful in a food service setting. He can't help but be mildly put off at being called "square-dude", but lets it slide outside of a brief frown, nodding.]

Um-- orange juice, if you have it, and is over here okay?

[He gestures to a nearby table-- table, specifically, because he always caught his engines on booth seats so he didn't really like them.]

Hahahaha, yeah! We're slower right now, so it's where ever you want! You can even eat in my office if you want!

_{[ ... ]}

Okay, maybe not that! But man, I love a good kid who wants his O-to-the-J. It's an underappreciated juice in my opinion, dude. Why the hell drink apples, when you can drink oranges, that are the same name as their color? Haha, wow. I just don't get it.

_{[ Sorry, Iida. He's been drinking coffee and cola combined in one cup for awhile now. ]}

Anyway, yeah, I'll just--

_{[ A pause. ]}

_{[ He completely bends over so he can get a better look at those engines in his legs and then straightens up his posture. It's very obvious what he's doing and he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, clearing his throat cause he's a bit shook but he's gonna remain calm. ]}

Uh. Hey, I don't know if you realized, but you have car parts in your legs.

_{[ He's going to remain calm for like 3 seconds. ]}

[He's so obviously spinning his wheels in an overcaffeinated haze Tenya is actually honestly concerned for him. He moves to pull one of the chairs away from the table he's selected, mostly just letting America ramble and nodding with a startled smile, until he bends in half to look at his engines.]

[Ah, yes. This he was used to, even at home.]

[He chuckles, clearing his throat.]

Not exactly, but I had definitely realized. I've had them since I was a toddler.

A toddler. Holy shit.

_{[ SLAMS HIS HANDS ON THE TABLE. He's way too excited about this. ]}

Oh my god! Was your mom a Porsche or something!? That is BALLER A-F!! Let me guess! It makes you go really, really, fast!!

Wow. This sounds like.. some legit Dr. Phil stuff going on with you and Germany. I didn't think it was that complicated. Just.. 'hey I like pasta' and 'hey I like potatoes' and they go great together so let's get married. Or something like.. 'I'm super duper weak and I need a strong buff man' and 'here I am, I'm a strong buff man.'

_{[ He pops his lips together, falling quiet as he tries to dissect each part of what Italy was saying. ]}

Hey, uh, no problem. But you know.. you'd tell me if you were like.. I don't know. Getting all Italian-gay on me, right? You seem like a no-nonsense guy when it comes to stuff like this, but I don't know. Sometimes people don't want to talk about it and I'd rather just.. know instead of guessing 'cause someone is being nice to me.

[Was his mother... a Porsche...]

[His eyebrows just climb for space, and he nudges his glasses up on his nose, chuckling to overall ignore that question. He had to be being facetious. Right?]

I haven't measured my top speed in some time, but "really, really fast" is likely accurate, yes.

Wow! That's great!

_{[ He's getting really distracted by Tenya's awesome speedy legs that he's nearly forgets to get the poor boy his juice. ]}

Oh, right, hang on, lemme get your drink, okay?

_{[ He zips off, again with his playful little jog and comes back with the orange juice. This time, he invites himself to sit down cross from the other male. ]}

Can I... see you go really fast?

[Listen, he doesn't mind. He's not the sort to boast who he is or his abilities, but the Engines are definitely... weird and attention-grabbing, so if he's wearing shorts or has his pants rolled up they're bound to get someone's attention, and he's not about to forego an explanation.]

Oh-- sure, yes. [He'd almost forgotten, himself. He sits, and brightens when America sits across from him. For one, that meant he was taking a moment to actually sit, and the poor guy looked overcaffeinated and probably needed to take a rest, and for two, it meant conversation. Sue him, he likes talking to people.]

Certainly not inside your restaurant, but sometime when you aren't working, absolutely. [He'll even piggyback you while going really fast if you want.]

_{[ Don't encourage America to sue. He loves suing. ]}

Hmmm. Yeah, okay, that's valid, but it shouldn't be a problem to run around really fast in here. You know. If you had to. You know. If you were required to. You know, if it were really busy and you were a server here and had to help many people at once. It wouldn't be an issue. Hypothetically. Absolutely.

Anyway.

_{[ America folds his hands together on the table and gives Tenya his absolute "interview mode" posture, another warm smile on his face. ]}

I mean, you agree that providing prompt service to a customer would make them happier, right?

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... I think feelings tend to get a little more complicated than that, America. Though I suppose it is true that I'm drawn to strength in both men and women... [ thinking on this ] In any case, I think that you can rest assured that we have always been friends and continue to be friends.

[ a tilt of the head, italy pulls back some with his arms crossed over his chest to further reflect ]

Is it really so weird that people just want to be nice to you though? Besides, what if I do tell you something one day? What would happen? It doesn't necessarily mean that something would come of it, wouldn't it be better to just leave it unsaid instead of having you needlessly worry about something so trivial? I mean, regardless, at this moment I like you a lot and am aware of my limits and that's enough for me.

It gives us a chance to enjoy ourselves without having to worry if you're going to hurt me or the other way around.

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hello i'd like to file a complaint as to why gmail sent this to my TRASH already??

maybe because WE'RE BOTH TRASH... just a thought

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