@multianime  𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 ; "So, I've been curious. What made you want to know what my real name is?" Keigo to Toya.

❝  Why  do  you  think ? ❞  He  answers this as flippantly  as he  possibly  can.  Of  course  he  was  curious  but  it  wasn't a  curiosity  he was  trying  to  make  a  big  deal  out  of. With  the  way  Keigo  asked  the  question  it  felt  almost  like  he  was looking for a different  response.  

❝ It's  usually  pretty  easy  to  find  the  civilian  name  of  any  given  hero,  but  when  I  went  looking  for  yours,  I  got  nothin'. 'Couldn't  help  but  feel  like  there  was  a  reason  for  that. ❞ 

He  was  speaking  with self-reference  in mind here. Guys  who  didn't  give  out  their  real  names  had  something  to  hide  and  Hawks  was  a  hero  who  spoke  of  sympathizing  with  the  League. Surely, whatever  he  was  hiding  had  to  be  worth  looking  into  and, almost  as  usual,  he  didn't  disappoint.

mcwscollective 𝖜𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 ; ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye ]  their  hair . // toga -> dabi

Black  and  white  were  two  colours  as  contrasting  as  could  possibly  be,  so  when  his  white  roots  had  begun  to  grow  through,  they  were  starkly  evident  against  the  charcoal  colour  of  the  rest  of  his  heavily  stained  hair. Of  course,  he  wasn't  new  to  touch-ups,  but  this  would  be  the  first  time  he  would  let  anyone  do  that  for  him. He  supposed  he  just  got  sick  of  her  nagging,  so  he  agreed  to  let  her. She  seemed  so  enthused  about  the  idea,  not  that  he  had  any  idea  why.       He's  not  sure  how  good  of  an  idea  it  really  was,  but  then  again,  it  wasn't  like  this  was  something  easily  messed  up;  all  there  was  to  it  was  slapping  the  black  dye  on  the  white  strands  beginning  to  poke  through  his  scalp. Easy  peasy.       Still,  there  was  a  certain  sense  of  vulnerability  in  relying  on  someone  to  fix  his  hair  for  him,  sitting  here  in  this  dingy  bathroom,  upper  half  bare  save  for  the  towel  around  his  shoulders. Whatever,  he  guessed  this  was  a  small  price  to  pay  for  peace  and  quiet.  In  the  dirty,  cracked  mirror  before  them,  he  can  see  the  blurred  figure  standing  behind  him  with  blond  hair  twisted  into  messy,  knotted  buns. 

❝ You  good  back  there, psycho ? ❞

  @mcwscollective ❤️'d  for  a  𝖘𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖑  𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗  for  Toga !

❝ Do  I  look  like  the  kinda  guy  who  wears  pink ? ❞

He  probably  would  have  laughed  if  he  didn't  think  she  was  serious,  and  surely  by  this  point  his  unenthused,  heavily  lidded  expression  said  it  all.  She  wasn't  getting  him  on  board  with  this  one. 

@multianime ❤️'d for a 𝖘𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 for Hawks !

❝ Y'knno I can get up there, right ? ❞

He'd  say  he  hated  busting  the  other  man's  bubble,  but  he  really  didn't. Of  course,  his  own  mode  of  flight  was  hardly  perfect,  but  that  didn't  mean  he  couldn't  do  it  if  he  wanted.

@mcwscollective 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 ; “I’m not trying to baby you. It’s called taking care of my friends.” // toga -> dabi

His  brow  raised  high,  and  his  head  tilted  back  slightly  as  she  said  this,  an  overemphasized  show  of  skepticism  meant  entirely  to  annoy  her,  as  the  corners  of  his  stapled  lips  tugged  up  into  a  rude  little  grin.

❝ Oh  yeah ?  And  who  said  we  were  friends ? Cause I don't recall ever sayin' I was friends with you. ❞  He  asked  her,  hoping  his  flippant,  smart  assed  answer  would  bother  her  as  much  as  he  imagined  it  would. 

It wasn't really the time to be a jerk but in his eyes, in a state of vulnerability there was no better time than to try and repel people away from him as much as possible. The alternative of needing them was far worse, especially when he had learned so few people could be relied on in such a way.

All Might 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 ; we don't have to do this

He  hadn't  expected  to  run  into  All  Might,  of  all  people. Anyone,  and  it  had  to  be  All  Might ?  Whatever,  no  matter  who  it  was,  he  wasn't  looking  to  have  a  friendly  little  conversation  and  yet.... This  was  All  Might,  the  one man  beside  his  deranged  father  who  had  a  part  in  who  or  rather  what  he  was  now... Crazy  to  think  that  and  to  know  that  All  Might  would  have  no  idea  what  a  role  he  played  in  the  destruction  of  his  life.     

❝ Don't  we ?  If  thats  the  case,  then  you'd  better  just  let  me  walk, All Might. ❞  It  was  unlikely  he  wouldn't  try  something,  and  Dabi  wondered  if  he  should  just  start  shooting  off  flames,  hoping  to  burn  the  other  man  to  a  crisp... Wouldn't  that  be  an  insane  twist  of  fate ?  If  he  just  burned  All  Might  to  death ? 

What  a  sick  and  delightfully  twisted  way  to  achieve  his  father's  goal,  even  if  that  didn't  mean  anything  right  now. He  couldn't  help  but  smile  at  the  thought. ❝ You  wanna  know  something  wild  while  we're  here ?  You're  actually  the  whole  reason  I  exist. ❞        

Another  thing  he  couldn't  help  was  talking. He  never  thought  he'd  ever  get  to  speak  to  All  Might... He  didn't  even  know  he  wanted  to  do  that  in  the  first  place... And  yet,  here  he  was... Unable  to  help  himself  from  talking.  Kind  of  like  a  child. A  strange,  unstable  one,  as  the  case  may  have  been.

 ❝ See,  I  was  bred  to  succeed  you... But  when  my  father  decided  I  couldn't  do  that,  he  completely  discarded  me. I  still  think  I  could've  had  a  shot  if  things  had  gone  differently,  though. I  worked  really  hard,  and  my  flames  are  really  powerful ! What  do  you  think, All Might ?  D'you  think  a  kid  like  me  with  a  weak  body  and  an incompatible  quirk  could've  been a hero ? ❞

After  Twice's  experience  with  that  one  Yakuza,  the  bastard  known  as  Overhaul  that  Dabi  never  had  the  displeasure  of  meeting,  most  of  the  recruitment  efforts  for  the  League  had  fallen  to  him. Twice  didn't  trust  himself  to  bring  on  anyone  else.  And  Dabi ?  He  could  be  either  the  best  or  worst  person  for  the  job,  depending  on  how  you  wanted  to  look  at  it. Either  way,  the  truth  was  that  Twice  was  kind-hearted  and  so  desperate  to  see  good  in  his  fellow  villains.       

The  man  considered  himself  a  loser  and  a  low  life,  which  meant  he  was  blind  to  real  monsters  when  he  saw  them. The  problem  here  was  that  not  all  villains  were  like  Twice  or  himself. Some  of  them  weren't  down  on  their  luck  or  misunderstood. Some  of  them  were  just  criminals. True  trash. Self-centered  psychopaths  with  no  convictions. And  that's  why  Dabi  burned  so  damn  many  of  them.       

Though  it  seemed  he  wasn't  the  only  one  doing  a  little  recruiting  lately. The  new  person  wasn't  any  of  his  doing,  at  least,  and  so  far,  he  hadn't  had  much  of  a  chance  to  get  acquainted. Not  that  he  cared,  of  course. Arriving  at  the  hideout,  he's  surprised  that  most  of  the  others  are  absent.  Usually,  they  were  all  just  sitting  around  feeling  sorry  for  themselves. 

❝ Woow.  Don't  tell  me  everyone  else  is  out  doing  something  for  once. That'd  be  a  first. ❞

The  look  on  his  face  pretty  much  says  it  all  as  he  stares  her  down. He'd  made  up  his  mind  right  then,  and  there  she  was  not  allowed  to  pick  out  clothes  for  him,  and  there  would  be  no  recovering  from  this. ❝ I'm  not  doing  that,❞  He  stated  simply. ❝ Now  get  it  outta  my  face  before  I  incinerate  it, ❞  he  added,  as  curt  and  friendly  as  ever  as  he  turned  to  the  clothes  rack  he'd  been  eying  and  continued  to  shuffle  through  the  shirts  on  display  there.     

 Funnily  enough,  they  were  all  darkly  coloured,  just  like  she  said. Blacks,  navy,  a  dark  grey  or  two,  some  dark  green. Mostly  jewel  tones  and  typically  oversized. The  man  did  have  an  aesthetic;  that  much  was  true.   

❝ You're  really  one  to  talk  about  expandin'  wardrobes, y'know,  given  you've  been  wearin'  that  school  uniform  the  whole  time  I've  known  you. ❞  He  pointed  out.  ❝ Hell,  maybe  I  should  be  the  one  dressing  you. ❞  He  pointed  out  as  he  turned  back  to  her,  the  suggestion  of  a  smug  little  smirk  threatening  to  drag  itself  onto  his  face.  

@deprcvities ❤️'d for a 𝖘𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 for Geten !

❝ Heh, look I'm just sayin' if you think your quirk is superior to mine than you reeeaally shouldn't need my help with anything, as far as I'm concerned. ❞

Yeah,  yeah,  he  was  supposed  to  be  cooperating  here,  but  some  part  of  him  couldn't  help  but  imagine  he  was  teamed  up  with  the  likes  of  the  Iceman  just  because  it  would  be  funny.  A  joke  he  never  agreed  to  take  part  in, by the way.  This and  he  wasn't really  sure  he  was  cut  out  for  this  whole  commander  thing  anyway.  He'd rather stay loitering here, doing nothing of value to the "Paranormal liberation front."

Natsuo 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 ; “ why do you hate me? ”

Natsuo's  voice. It's  different  to  how  he  remembered  ━  but  it  was  still  Natsuo. He  supposed  they  were  all  different  now  from  how  they  were  back  then,  and  yet  they  were  still  the  same,  weren't  they ?  This  was  the  same  past,  again  in  a  different  present. When  he  died,  he  was  just  a  kid  alone  in  an  inferno  of  his  sorrow,  telling  himself  that  he  couldn't  die  because  his  family,  his  father,  no  one  had  seen  what  he  could  do  yet.    

 What  could  he  say  as  he  lay  here,  nothing  but  bones  and  charred  muscle  hanging  by  raw  tendons ?  His  head  felt  foggy  ━  full  of  steam  and  a  dull  ache  reverberating  throughout  all  of  his  ruined  body. His  voice  is  a  sting  in  the  back  of  his  throat  as  he  croaks  out  an  answer;  ❝ Go.. To h-el...  Nat......su. ❞   He  wanted  to  sit  up,  to  look  at  his  brother,  the  one  he  could  have  said  he  loved  once  more  than  anyone  else. To  glare  daggers  upon  him  with  whatever  he  had  left  for  a  face. 

His  raw  muscles  twisted  with  this  intention,  his  head  only  hovering  from  it's  place  against  the surface  he  hadn't  any  clue  it  even  laid  on,  but  despite  the  effort,  he  couldn't  pull  himself  up  any  further  than  this. His  body  still  felt  so  cold.  Damn  Shoto... Mom,  Fuyumi  ━   ❝ You..... Should  unders-tand  better  th-an ... Any-oone how... I.. feel !  H-ow  can  you.. help - him ?!  ❞  Their  bastard  father,  who  abandoned  them  both  the  moment  he  thought  he  couldn't  use  them  to  live  out  his  own  selfish  dream;  his  question  came  with  a  pained  hiss,  his  voice  strained  within  him. 

multianime 𝖜𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 ; 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . (From Hawks)

He  wouldn't  have  sat  down  so  smugly  in  the  only  seat  if  he  had  known  hawks  would  just... Plop  himself  right  into  his  lap  like  that. He  didn't  even  have  time  to  make  a  smart  remark  about  it  before  suddenly  someone's  bird  butt  was  casually  nesting  itself  against  him  in  a  real  precarious  position  as  if  it  was  just  something  they  did. 

Of  course,  he  froze  in  place  with  the  realization  that  Hawks  was  sitting  on  him,  in  his  lap,  a  groove  that  apparently  he  just  slotted  right  into  naturally  and  like  he  was  entirely  entitled  to  do  so.       Maybe  he  short-circuited  for  a  moment,  actually.  Although  it  didn't  take  him  too  long  to  reboot,  awkwardly  shifting  himself  around  underneath  the  other  man  in  an  attempt  to  maybe  move  his  butt  from  its  particular  position,  only  to  well  with  frustration  at  the  fact  he  thinks  trying  to  shift  away  made  the  positioning  worse. 

 While  he's  sure  this  is  Hawks  fault,  it  doesn't  stop  him  from  feeling  that  awkward  wave  of  embarrassment toward his predicament.  Still,  he  growled  his  complaints  through  gritted  teeth,  ❝ You  serious,  birdbrain ?  C'mon,  it  ain't  a  perch;  get  offa  me ! ❞