Morning sunlight spilled gently across the narrow streets of Musutafu, washing over the city in gold.
Inside a small apartment near U.A., Orihime Inoue hummed softly as she fastened her six-petaled hairpins.
They glimmered faintly, the faint pulse of another world hidden within.
Today was her day off. For once, she could just wander — no café shifts, no hurry, no reason to hide her smile.
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☀️ A Stroll Through the Hero City
Orihime stepped into the streets, eyes wide with wonder.
Billboards flashed with the images of heroes — Endeavor's flames, Miruko's kick, and one poster that made her pause: a man with red wings and a mischievous grin.
> "Hawks," she murmured, smiling softly. "He's always flying somewhere…"
The people of Musutafu bustled around her, used to the sight of pro-heroes soaring overhead.
To Orihime, though, this world still felt like a dream — bright, loud, full of courage and chaos.
She passed a pair of students debating which hero was stronger, then a group of elderly women chatting about "quirk insurance."
Everything felt so alive.
> "No Hollows, no Shinigami, just people living their best lives," she whispered with a small laugh.
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🌸 Whispers of the Six
When she reached a quiet park, Orihime sat under a cherry blossom tree and unwrapped her lunch.
As soon as she took a bite, soft lights flickered around her — tiny, glowing figures that only she could see.
Her Shun Shun Rikka had appeared.
> "Lady Orihime," Shun'ō said gently, hovering beside her cheek, "you seem very cheerful today."
> "Of course!" she beamed. "I finally have time to explore! And everyone here is so kind — even if they look at me funny when I talk to myself."
Baigon muttered, "They think you're strange, not kind."
> "Oh, that's fine!" Orihime giggled. "In my world, people thought that too."
To the bystanders walking by, it looked like a cheerful young woman was having a full conversation with the air.
A child pointed.
> "Mama, that lady's talking to the wind!"
His mother smiled awkwardly.
> "Don't stare, sweetie. Maybe it's her quirk."
Orihime just waved and continued her chat with her unseen friends.
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🌙 A Warning from the Spirits
Hinagiku's voice, usually playful, grew tense.
> "Orihime… this world feels wrong. The power here—it's too loud, too heavy. It doesn't flow like spirit energy."
Ayame fluttered beside her.
> "Everything here bends differently. These humans have power inside their bodies, but not their souls."
Tsubaki crossed his tiny arms.
> "You shouldn't use your ability here. It's too strong for this world's balance."
Orihime blinked, tilting her head.
> "But I only help a little! I don't want to hurt anyone."
Baigon sighed.
> "Even small ripples can cause big waves. The people here won't understand your gift. They'll see danger, not kindness."
Her smile softened, her tone quieter.
> "Then… I'll just be careful. I don't want to draw attention. I only want to make people smile."
The six spirits circled her, glowing faintly in approval — though unease lingered in their voices.
> "We will protect you, our lady," Shun'ō whispered.
"Even from this strange new world."
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🌆 Evening Reflections
By sunset, Orihime had returned to her apartment. She stood on her small balcony, gazing at the lights of Musutafu flickering to life.
Above the skyline, she saw red wings flash briefly through the sky — Hawks on patrol.
Her heart lifted unconsciously.
> "He really does fly everywhere," she murmured. "So free… like a bird who doesn't fear the wind."
The Shun Shun Rikka hovered near her shoulder.
> "This world may one day fear you, Orihime."
She smiled sadly, touching her hairpins.
> "Then I'll just have to smile brighter. Because I want to protect this place — even if it doesn't understand me."
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🕶️ Elsewhere – In the Shadows
Underground, deep in a dimly lit room, a man with a plague mask watched a flickering video.
It showed a faint golden shimmer in the distance — distorted, blurry, impossible to identify.
> "No clear face… no quirk signal," one of his men said nervously. "The scanners can't lock on."
Overhaul leaned closer to the screen.
> "That's because it's not a quirk."
His eyes glinted coldly.
> "Keep looking. Even if she hides, miracles leave traces."