Devastation and Reform

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I fell in your arms tonight I died in your arms tonight White light in your arms tonight I fell in your arms tonight.

[poemswords]

[philosophyquotes]

Always go too far, because that’s where you’ll find the truth.

Albert Camus (via philosophyquotes)

[in-shishicross]

Shishikura’s flesh was on fire. Yet, even as he desperately sought relief from the heat in his skin, he shivered.

This couldn’t be all from his exertions, could it? True, he had worked himself hard the previous night… And was operating on maybe a half an hour’s worth of rest but… Surely he could push past this! He surely had to possess the fortitude to push himself through the day!

He pulled himself up, grasping for the jacket to his uniform he had dropped… And then stopped.

And stared.

[in-shishicross]

There was something wrong with his arms, something he couldn’t even control.

His skin crawled, as though a colony of ants was yearning to liberate themselves of him… Through his hazy vision, he watched as his arms began to stretch and separate. The few people left near him in the train station were beginning to inch away, looking nervous. In vain, Shishikura tried to focus, tried to exert control over his wayward extremities.

It was no use. The flesh orbited around him as he sank to his knees, helpless and burning up, while the fools anywhere in his vicinity were reduced to balls of flesh on the floor. Their sounds of fear and disgust faded into the background, like white noise, as he struggled to hold onto consciousness, the only thing in his mind, the image of a red fog that had rolled the scene near the jailbreak.

What in all the hells was in that?

[in-shishicross]

By now, the station was in chaos. People running, shouting, screaming… maybe calling for the authorities–as if they could really do much for the situation–but Shishikura processed none of this. He was coming apart. Literally. He had gone beyond his normal quirk use, and his loss of control was only getting worse. By now, he had lost his forearm, past his elbow, and was almost down to his shoulders. Numbness began to radiate through his body in sickening waves. On his knees in the station, he could have been losing his legs from the feet up and wouldn’t have even realized it.

He gritted his teeth in an attempt to concentrate. Pain shot through his jaw as he clenched them harder than he’d intended. He felt his eyes go glassy as he began to hyperventilate.

He was, incontrovertibly, in trouble. @ua-aizawa-returns

[ua-aizawa-returns]

Aizawa ran through the city, ignoring the burning behind red eyes as he surveyed the streets for victims of the red mist. He had already swept through several hospitals on the way, deactivating the quirks of those who had lost control long enough for them to be contained. 

Cries of panic and confusion caught the man’s attention as he slid to a stop on an empty rooftop, leaning over the edge to take in the scene below.  People were rushing from a train station, seemingly fleeing from something. 

Naturally, the hero swung down and landed in a roll before running into the building, the crowd parting to make way as he pushed through.  

It was easy to pinpoint the source of the panic once inside.  A clearing had formed at the epicenter of the human stampede, a kneeling figure surrounded by floating, almost-liquid flesh.  The boy was immediately familiar, first as the one who had attacked his students during the license exams, and more recently as one of the victims of the… internship orientation. 

The death games, the massacre, the betrayal and trial by fools -

A blink and his eyes returned to their blaze of red, Eraser rushing forwards to kneel down by the Shiketsu student and slip a pair of quirk-suppressing cuffs from his utility belt. The metal closed around Shishikura’s wrists with a soft click and Aizawa released a sigh, settling back for a moment to catch his breath. 

“Are you under control now?”

[in-shishicross]

Shishikura's eyes were still screwed shut, pinpricks of feeling washing over him... Like being hit by a tsunami. Every inch of his limbs ached, stabs of pain still running him through, even though he was whole once again. Around him, people re-formed and fled, leaving behind a stark, ringing silence that made his ragged breaths echo slightly in the station.

He became suddenly aware of the familiar feeling of cold metal against his wrist. He didn't even need to look down to know what those were. Recalling the last time he had worn quirk-suppressant cuffs, he pushed himself to his feet in a surge of frustration and anger at that memory, expecting the Hero Commission, flanked by police.

Instead, he found himself face-to-face with Eraserhead.

The surge of anger drained away as quickly as it had bloomed, leaving behind the fear, shame, and confusion it had masked. His whole body, usually so straight-backed and proud, slumped in response.

"Eraser-san, what--" What the hell was that?! was what he wanted to ask. He shook away the question, instead continuing, "Why did that happen..." He trailed off for a moment, suddenly becoming very aware of his current bearing. He straightened somewhat then, staring at the ground.

"I am not some feckless maniac with no control over his quirk..." His voice came out a near growl, it was so hoarse. "... I had control of it even before I applied to Shiketsu. Whatever happened today, it was an aberration. It should never have-"

He cut himself off again, and bowed his head.

[poemswords]

[scorpiofromjupiter]

[shimikonde]

Shishikura please? 💕💕

shishikuraaaaaa god i’m so happy someone requested him i LOVE him

Shishikura Seiji!

Stats: Power - D Speed - C Technique - A Intelligence - C Difficult Words - A 

Relationships: 

Bakugou Katsuki (Water and Oil?)Shishikura > Bakugou: Moderate your uncouth speech and conduct! Bakugou > Shishikura: I don’t wanna fucking hear that from you

Kaminari Denki (Exact Opposite Personalities) Shishikura > Kaminari: Have some awareness of your position Kaminari > Shishikura: This senpai seems like a pain to deal with…

Yoarashi Inasa (Senpai-Kouhai) Shishikura > Yoarashi: Slouches too much Yoarashi > Shishikura: A senpai I can be proud of! 

Shiketsu High School’s Teacher (Instructor and Pupil) Shishikura > Teacher: The apex of ignorance!! Teacher > Shishikura: He’s sure easily-influenced, isn’t he?

[in-shishicross]

Self-reblogging because SHISHICROSS!

We figured out it's more like SHISHICROSS (which makes a lot more sense! Especially cos, "shishikurasu")

And I just wanted to share that here

[shimikonde]

Shishikura please? 💕💕

shishikuraaaaaa god i’m so happy someone requested him i LOVE him

Shishikura Seiji!

Stats: Power - D Speed - C Technique - A Intelligence - C Difficult Words - A 

Relationships: 

Bakugou Katsuki (Water and Oil?)Shishikura > Bakugou: Moderate your uncouth speech and conduct! Bakugou > Shishikura: I don’t wanna fucking hear that from you

Kaminari Denki (Exact Opposite Personalities) Shishikura > Kaminari: Have some awareness of your position Kaminari > Shishikura: This senpai seems like a pain to deal with…

Yoarashi Inasa (Senpai-Kouhai) Shishikura > Yoarashi: Slouches too much Yoarashi > Shishikura: A senpai I can be proud of! 

Shiketsu High School’s Teacher (Instructor and Pupil) Shishikura > Teacher: The apex of ignorance!! Teacher > Shishikura: He’s sure easily-influenced, isn’t he?

[in-shishicross]

Shishikura’s flesh was on fire. Yet, even as he desperately sought relief from the heat in his skin, he shivered.

This couldn’t be all from his exertions, could it? True, he had worked himself hard the previous night… And was operating on maybe a half an hour’s worth of rest but… Surely he could push past this! He surely had to possess the fortitude to push himself through the day!

He pulled himself up, grasping for the jacket to his uniform he had dropped… And then stopped.

And stared.

[in-shishicross]

There was something wrong with his arms, something he couldn’t even control.

His skin crawled, as though a colony of ants was yearning to liberate themselves of him… Through his hazy vision, he watched as his arms began to stretch and separate. The few people left near him in the train station were beginning to inch away, looking nervous. In vain, Shishikura tried to focus, tried to exert control over his wayward extremities.

It was no use. The flesh orbited around him as he sank to his knees, helpless and burning up, while the fools anywhere in his vicinity were reduced to balls of flesh on the floor. Their sounds of fear and disgust faded into the background, like white noise, as he struggled to hold onto consciousness, the only thing in his mind, the image of a red fog that had rolled the scene near the jailbreak.

What in all the hells was in that?

[in-shishicross]

By now, the station was in chaos. People running, shouting, screaming... maybe calling for the authorities--as if they could really do much for the situation--but Shishikura processed none of this. He was coming apart. Literally. He had gone beyond his normal quirk use, and his loss of control was only getting worse. By now, he had lost his forearm, past his elbow, and was almost down to his shoulders. Numbness began to radiate through his body in sickening waves. On his knees in the station, he could have been losing his legs from the feet up and wouldn't have even realized it.

He gritted his teeth in an attempt to concentrate. Pain shot through his jaw as he clenched them harder than he'd intended. He felt his eyes go glassy as he began to hyperventilate.

He was, incontrovertibly, in trouble. @ua-aizawa-returns

[in-shishicross]

Shishikura's flesh was on fire. Yet, even as he desperately sought relief from the heat in his skin, he shivered.

This couldn't be all from his exertions, could it? True, he had worked himself hard the previous night... And was operating on maybe a half an hour's worth of rest but... Surely he could push past this! He surely had to possess the fortitude to push himself through the day!

He pulled himself up, grasping for the jacket to his uniform he had dropped... And then stopped.

And stared.

[in-shishicross]

There was something wrong with his arms, something he couldn't even control.

His skin crawled, as though a colony of ants was yearning to liberate themselves of him... Through his hazy vision, he watched as his arms began to stretch and separate. The few people left near him in the train station were beginning to inch away, looking nervous. In vain, Shishikura tried to focus, tried to exert control over his wayward extremities.

It was no use. The flesh orbited around him as he sank to his knees, helpless and burning up, while the fools anywhere in his vicinity were reduced to balls of flesh on the floor. Their sounds of fear and disgust faded into the background, like white noise, as he struggled to hold onto consciousness, the only thing in his mind, the image of a red fog that had rolled the scene near the jailbreak.

What in all the hells was in that?

[in-shishicross]

Shishikura's flesh was on fire. Yet, even as he desperately sought relief from the heat in his skin, he shivered.

This couldn't be all from his exertions, could it? True, he had worked himself hard the previous night... And was operating on maybe a half an hour's worth of rest but... Surely he could push past this! He surely had to possess the fortitude to push himself through the day!

He pulled himself up, grasping for the jacket to his uniform he had dropped... And then stopped.

And stared.

[in-shishicross]

Rrh…. what is this…. feels like my arms are crawling…

[in-shishicross]

Is it summer again...?

[in-shishicross]

Rrh.... what is this.... feels like my arms are crawling...

[in-shishicross]

September 24th, Morning

Shishikura had damned near made himself late for school that morning. He had gotten back home at such a terrible hour in the morning, having gone East in order to respond to Hawk's proclamation in their internship chat. Had he been gotten even an hour of sleep, he would have considered himself lucky.

Now, he was sat up in bed, staring at his phone as it exploded with notifications from the news... Notifications about the break-out from Tartarus, he ignored. That, to him, was old news. That was not what had captured his attention.

No... what had truly caught his attention was the news of a different escapee: Stain.

Stain was out, he was... at large... and Shishikura was devouring every story about him he could find.

[in-shishicross]

I had better not have just heard someone call me the Hamburger Helper...

[we-the-dreamers]

“Solitude is dangerous. It’s very addictive. It becomes a habit after you realize how peaceful and calm it is. It’s like you don’t want to deal with people anymore because they drain your energy. “

Jim Carrey

[sunsetquotes]

“You are a little soul, carrying around a corpse.”

— Epictetus