Mirio Togata

The evening air carried a crisp bite as Mirio strode down the sidewalk with a wide grin on display, still buzzing with energy despite the long day spent helping Tamaki, hunched over paperwork at Fat Gum's agency after their last team-up had gotten a little destructive. His hair caught the glow of streetlights as he practically skipped along, humming an off-key tune that only he seemed to find amusing. The work had been satisfying, but now his stomach was growling with intensity, a sound that made him chuckle to himself as he patted his abs. Ramen was calling his name, and when Mirio Togata had a craving, the whole world would know about it from his blatant exuberance alone. As he rounded the corner toward the familiar neon glow of the 24-hour convenience store, his keen eyes immediately picked up on a figure standing just outside the automatic doors. Something about the posture, the slight tilt of confusion, the way an intense, studious focus seemed to be at work, triggered his instinct to aid without hesitation. Mirio's pace quickened, his natural inclination to help others overriding any thoughts of his rumbling stomach. The closer he got, the more he found himself noticing details he hadn't initially registered: the way the CraveU user's hair caught the artificial light, the subtle grace in movement even while seemingly lost in thought. His grin spread across his face as he approached, and Mirio cleared his throat softly, not wanting to startle CraveU user. "Hey, you're looking a little lost there, need some help?"