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son.

SON?

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#SON????????????????

#t his is still so fuckgng funny #save tbt.

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❝ your most dangerous habit is trusting. ❞

SHORT STORIES. || accepting.

it stings.

as he sits here and crimson tells him, in not so many words, that he is short-sighted and naive and foolish and young and without the thick skin that he thought he’d built up, kirishima stares into the floorboards. the wood is brown. the grain is dark. there is a duffle-bag just beyond his vision, filled with gym clothes and a spare costume. crimson probably has good intentions, but kirishima doesn’t hear it that way.

the criticism doesn’t sit with him well.

because who is he, if he is not kind? if he is not fair? if he isn’t willing to listen to someone’s story—- if he isn’t willing to give them a chance? trust, for someone as gruff and hard as crimson riot, is something that doesn’t come often. trust for kirishima is something he feels people deserve. crimson talks of one bad habit and all the redhead can think of is every single thing that he’s ever done wrong, mucked up, failed at, and attempted without success. he realizes just how much crimson’s opinion matters to him, and the chip that the elder chisels off creates a crack that spreads like a fissure right through to the core of him.

❝ you don’t—- ❞ you don’t know that, he almost says. you don’t know me, he fears. kirishima wants to say more, but talking back is disrespectful, and disrespecting his hero is the very last thing he wants to do. so he’ll bow his head and accept crimson’s words, though they weigh heavy on his conscience.

❝ … okay. ❞

#I FORGOT I NEVER SAVED THIS AND NOW IM DEAD ALL OVER AGAIN #save tbt.

TOUGHSPIRIT:

kirishima likes coming over to crimson’s for dinner. when he’d first been invited, the whole thing had been very intimidating for him —- while thrilled and honoured beyond belief to be welcomed into his hero’s home, it was so anxiety-inducing that he thought he would end up sick in the bathroom for half the time. now, though, after doing this a few times and getting to know each other more, kirishima feels comfortable and at-ease in the vintage hero’s home, humming along to himself as he stacks dishes after drying them.

❝ eh? ❞ the redhead blinks up at the older when a question is poised. what’s crimson got up his sleeve? throwing the dishtowel over his shoulder, his grin matches that of his elder. ❝ yeah, sure! show me! ❞

ishihi feels like a drumroll is appropriate now, but he’s not corny enough to ask kirishima to do so. he’s still got an image after all. instead he just nods and brings up two fingers to spread open his right eye, and with the other, he takes his pointer and thumb to just PLUCK out part of his signature look.

he blinks rapidly a few times before glancing down at the younger riot with a grin that bares all his teeth. “ didn’t see that comin’ did ya? “

#toughspirit #( V1: BRINGING RETRO BACK ✘ )#I C ANT WAIT DORI I C #also when will hori show crimson again...... in a non grainy panel hgfldkhcsdh

@toughspirit

another day, another strengthening of their bond. and it’s not a bad thing at all. in fact, crimson finds it kind of funny when he can SURPRISE the younger riot with his day to day routine of things. they’re washing up after kirishima coming over for dinner again when the idea comes to him.

he finishes washing the last of the dishes ( and then handing it to kirishima to dry ) before he turns to the younger with a smile. “ hey kid, wanna see somethin’? “

#toughspirit #( V1: BRINGING RETRO BACK ✘ )#(:<

TOUGHSPIRIT:

crimson talks about trust, but kirishima isn’t entirely on the same page as him on that front. he should be more wary of people — he knows that, and he’s been warned countless times both by his own kind and by people loyally aligned with him, but crimson is someone that he just… trusts. it comes automatically to him. there’s something familiar about the man in a way that he can’t quite name; a phantom memory of a home that he never even knew existed.

❝ when someone’s gonna drop in…? ❞

the boy is perplexed, for a moment, before it clicks. there must be something behind there that he wants to hide; either that, or he’s ashamed of it. kirishima can’t see how a dragon so mighty and powerful and manly could ever be so bothered by himself. ( he supposes, though, that no one’s bullet-proof. ) he changes his tone to something less accusatory.

❝ …has anyone seen you without your mask on? ❞

ishihi considers his answer for a while, leaving a SILENCE between them as he picks up a stone and moves it between his fingers while looking right at kirishima. there’s something unnerving about his eyes. not so much because of their appearance, but because of memories they stir. then he tosses up the rock and SNATCHES out of the air at the same time he releases a sigh.

“ two people. back when i was young and still, “ the slightest of pauses. “ gettin’ used to shit. fates were on my side that day, with the guy bein’ drunk as shit. “ a chuckle and this time he tosses the stone over to the younger dragon. “ and of course the bastard who’s responsible for all this in the first place. “ and then comes a motion to... his entire being. looks like getting answers from him is still going to be a bit of a pain in the ass.

#toughspirit #( VERSE: PENDING ✘ )#ILU2!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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@crimsonrioter. || ♡

the young dragon huffs, but not out of frustration or annoyance —- more out of disappointment at not getting any answers out of the man. kirishima sits cross-legged on the ground with his dagger stuck in the dirt, and he leans forward to rest his chin atop hands folded over the handle. he regards the older dragon curiously, set on pestering him with questions until he gives in.

❝ why won’t you take off your mask? we’ve been travelling together for days and i’ve never even seen you take it off to eat! what’s under there, anyway? you talk, you’ve gotta have a mouth at least—- ❞

crimsonrioter

PESTERING is something that’s become common in his journey with this young and restless dragon. common doesn’t necessarily mean it’s become any less annoying. stubborn to the bone, something they both have in common but not something that ishihi lingers on for too long.

“ if you trust after only a few days, then i’ve got a lot more to teach ya, kid. besides, “ he raises a hand and flicks at the metal, the ping echoing for a moment. “ never know when someone’s gonna drop in. s’a habit by now to just keep it on at all times. “

#toughspirit #I LOVE HTEM SO FUCKNG MUCH!!!!!!!!#g od i still need a fantasy tag. i need to redo them all ghfdslkh #( VERSE: PENDING ✘ )

accidentally falls asleep on his shoulder. he's tired ok

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the RETRO hero doesn’t even realize the younger riot has fallen asleep, arms crossed over his chest as he starts nodding off himself. until he hears a light SNORE. eyes snap open and cast downwards towards the shorter of the two. kirishima’s right cheek is squished against the man’s shoulder, letting some of his signature SHARK TEETH be seen. pfft.

a breath of a chuckle escapes him, but he’s mindful to stay as still as he can so he doesn’t wake the other up. a glance out the window across from where they’re seated tells him they’re a few stops away from their destination. his eyes SHUT once more and he leans his head back. he can let the kid sleep a while longer.

#toughspirit #( ANSWERED ✘ )#ILU DORI

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crimson as kiri’s secret dad is.. my entire life.. oh my god hori please let my dreams come true

#OH WORM????????#DORI I LOOOOOV E UR ART #IM GONNA CRY #@HORI CONFIRM THEYRE FATHER N SON ALREADY #( THE CHIVALROUS HERO ✘ )#( THE YOUNG RED RIOT ✘ )

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“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.”

HURT. || closed.

the pain didn’t register like this, the last time.

kirishima didn’t feel it bone-deep when his skin cracked underneath the impact of rappa’s punches — he didn’t feel the rip of his flesh as it shattered, didn’t feel the wild pulse of his panicked heartbeat all over his body, head to toe, rattling boom boom boom BOOM BOOM BOOM through his skin as his nervous system recoils and screams and battles against the shock, like it does now. he didn’t feel it last time, hiding behind fatgum in all that rubble, because his brain and his existential fucking crisis were screaming too loud for his body to get a word in.

but now, his mind is clear, and the pain is all he can feel.

it sears white-hot through his skin and burns holes down into his flesh and kirishima stumbles back as the shockwave ripples up and down his arms, and he’s yelling, and he doesn’t know he’s yelling, he doesn’t hear himself yelling until a familiar shadow covers him and familiar hands are turning his rough, ragged, crystalline arms over to check for the damage. crimson says something to him, and kirishima just barely hears it—

you’re okay, i promise, just breathe, kid. just breathe—-

❝ IT HURTS, ❞

his breath is ragged and his lungs work harder than he can ever remember them working just to keep bringing air in, to keep his eyes open, to keep his heart going and pumping while his nerves shriek. the adrenaline from the fight is starting to taper off, he’s taken classes on this, spent countless hours going over emergency training for injured civilians to keep them steady and to prevent going into shock—

god, he’s going into SHOCK—-

he’s trained for this but he can’t stop it; his vision narrows and the edges feel fuzzy and he’s looking at crimson’s hands holding his wrists steady but all he can see is the blood on the concrete and the red red red stains on his mentor’s hands, and he inhales, breath shaking, forcing his skin to stay rock solid through the pain, forcing his body to work through the shudders that rock his bones, forcing himself to stay upright.

his armour’s broken. what else does he have for protection?