the sensation is unfamiliar and deeply unwelcome. he feels his body go weightless, his mind haze in a swoop of loss of control. he can’t move his own body – he can’t even move the feathers on his back that had always acted to him as extra limbs, perhaps even easier to control in his subconscious. there was nothing he could do under this quirk than stand slack-jawed and glaze eyed. this power was incredible and deeply terrifying.
even his voice sounded strong – loud and echoing in his head, commanding tone compelling obedience in the reverb. when he’s released from the chokehold of the quirk inhales quickly through his teeth, trying to hide the reaction of panic that sets in. he barely retains control of anything in his life; to lose control of his own person is a volt to his anxiety, the kind he couldn’t handle well. but he stifles it, buries it – focus on the problem in front of him, be the HERO he’s supposed to be.
‘ christ, kid. that’s quite the quirk. ’ he mumbles under his breath, and can’t help the hesitation in wanting to speak to him again. he’s so unsettling – but hawks is a hero, and he can’t just allow this child to ruin his life with these people. he walks up to him, the confident smirk returning to his lips, neatly covering the shaking of his hands in his pockets.
‘ alright, so you’re like the don’t-fuck-with-me-type, huh? noted. —- are you who i’m meeting with today or are we waiting for someone still? ’ take it slow. keep up the act.
❝ ━━ ✧ the hesitation is expected; the few moments the man needs to collect himself. people have different reactions: violent, outraged, afraid. his quirk’s been called a violation, a defilement in the act. even in that shinsou’s learned to see the acknowledgement that runs underneath it all like a pulse, steady. fear doesn’t quite equate to respect but it’s the closest thing he’s discovered yet. rendering this pro-hero wary and trembling is all too satisfying for words. the villain world has allowed shinsou to foster this part of himself that craves the subjugation of others. that crows so right with the control gained.
denying himself this has brought more grief than anything else. it’d only been a matter of time before he discovered the light.
❛ just you and me. unless you don’t feel safe, ❜ mockery and boredom, almost as if he doesn’t care for the answer. hawks - for he’s easy enough to recognize, shinsou might have idolized someone like him once - is trying to brush away the primal fear that was obviously thrumming through his body, even for an instance.
a glance at the time reveals they need to get moving; the night air bites a frigid reminder that they should be indoors. shinsou crowds inwards upon himself in a futile try for warmth before stretching, feet pointed in the direction he came. ❛ follow me if you want. ❜