Meeting in Memory of Mirai

Pop!

Centipeder poured the champagne. Five hands rose in a toast.

Toshinori had accepted the invitation out of politeness… and because Naomasa threatened Intervention.

“…you know… Sir was the worst drunk…” Lemillion sniffled and loudly blew his nose.

“Weepy and clingy,” added Centipeder, although he didn’t seem to mind Bubble Girl draping herself over his carapace.

Izuku-kun just kept crying into his glass.

It was children’s champagne, in deference to Lemillion and Izuku-kun’s youth, and Toshinori’s health concerns.

Bubble Girl burped. A rainbow-coloured bubble gently rose to the ceiling.

The entire group burst into laughter.

Mirai would have loved that.