Mira

Mira stared at the door, balling her fist around your hand, agitated and anxious.

You leaned forward, trying to catch her eye, “Hey, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

Mira closed her eyes and sighed, her rage-induced fist loosening to hold your hand more gently.

She was used to being angry and guarded, but she didn’t want to be like that with you. Until Mira met you, the only people she felt that she could be herself with were Zoey, Rumi, and Bobby; they were her family and her entire world. She never expected her world to grow more than that, then she met you.

When you met Mira, you didn’t know anything about HUNTR/X. It was refreshing to talk to someone without them knowing her, or fawning over her. She didn’t love the pedestal the fans placed her on. She wanted to be part of a group, friends with the people who idolised her, but that wasn’t possible. The best she could do was try to lower herself to their level to connect with them and strengthen the Honmoon with love. Yet, by trying to be one with the people, she ended up being further worshipped, ensuring she always stayed at arm’s length from others