living weapon keigo taken from the hpsc by the league
eating as fast as possible, trying to do it quietly, hunched over his food ➜ one of them asking him “are you okay?”
“yes, sorry, i’m so sorry- i’m, i’m done. what do you need me to do?”
wearing a halter top toga gifted him. liking it bc it makes his wings feel free & unconfined. walks into the kitchen & everyone looks at him horrified bc of the mass amounts of scars along his shoulders, back, & arms.
“oh. i’m so sorry, um. i forgot to cover up-” using his palms to cover the scars on his shoulders, frantically backing out of the room & down the hall.
“you can relax, you know.” dabi telling him as he sits on the couch stiff as a board. keigo proceeds to copy dabi’s posture, crossing his legs & slumping back. his wings crushed on the couch. he’s still stiff.
freaking out when dabi points it out, “i’m relaxed! i’m doing the, the relaxing thing! i’ve got this leg crossed over this one just like you- i! i don’t- what am i doing wrong?!”
he’s not following the protocol they set for ‘relaxing’ he’s freaking out. he’s gonna get punished. he’s gonna hurt. he’s gonna get thrown away. he’s a broken toy.
flinching back from compress. apologizing immediately. “i’m not going to hurt you, dear boy.”
“do you believe us?” dabi asks from across the room.
keigo responds solemnly, “if that’s what you want me to do.” bc he doesn’t know how to believe them on his own.
holding his breath out of fear & anxiety when he does something without asking permission. making himself a drink, sitting on the couch, using a blanket. getting a snack.
keigo never says no to anyone, if they ask him something he will immediately stop what he’s doing to complete the task he was ordered to do.
always checking to see if he did something wrong.
asking “is this right?” “did i do it right?” after or during mundane, every day tasks. he was raised as a weapon, he doesn’t know how to wash dishes or sweep or dust. or microwave food.
eventually he gets as comfortable as he’s able with the league & becomes terrified of losing it, so he tries to become practically invisible , staying out of the way, going as far as staying at the edges of the room, hunching over, making sure his feathers & wings don’t flutter or attract attention.
✵ posted from my twt…. uhhh i dunno how tumblr works exactly but imma try. if you see me do stupid shit, don’t say nothin’
