what means is there to killing without a creed?

AFFILIATED. NOT INDIE-FRIENDLY. @ EIDOLON PATH BUNKHOUSE #8 [MOBILE LINKS] i've only just begun.

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grimmcursed‌:

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     it doesn’t take much to spot the childishness within her. the actions, the way she observed salem. was that a sparkle of excitement she had just seen?

          ‘ mhm, fear is mankind’s most raw and primal reaction. so they gather, fabricating this comfort & companionship. ’  it wouldn’t hurt to amuse him for a moment, would it? she’s always been fond of children, after all.

     this one, however, seemed like a twisted one. an apple society would most certainly deem as rotten. however, society isn’t always right. society can be blind, more often then they would think. a rotten apple could just be someone who didn’t fit in. she would know, she’s seen society rise from the ashes.

              this apple, salem thinks, is worth collecting.

         ‘ i’m salem. ’  without so much as a second thought, she extends a hand to him.  ‘ and you are…? ’

Alarm ripples through Tomura’s body, sudden and violent. He stares at the hand presented, nails so primly curved and manicured and skin so soft and unmarked. The force of such a simple gesture rakes Tomura to a total halt. She ‘bluescreens’, as she would say, if she could muster the words. But she can’t. She can’t muster anything.

No anger, no offense. Tomura’s eyes reflect... fear now. But she knows that she can’t decay - does she know that, though? If she takes this hand so graciously offered, does she know that Salem won’t blacken at the edges and corrode away?

... Shigaraki takes her hand, first holding her index finger away from Salem’s flesh. Soft, soft, soft... she drops the finger, testing and wary, but nothing happens. Maybe she’s just too big to be corroded. 

Without thinking, the Villain’s other hand holds onto Salem’s, rubbing, so smooth in comparison to the skin that Shigaraki is so keen on picking. He doesn’t want to pick Salem’s skin, though. He wants to preserve it.

“  ... Tomura Shigaraki. “ Tomura finally replies, wrenching her hands back when she’s held Salem’s for too long, recoiling like Salem could get mad at him. “ You aren’t all you seem, are you, Salem? What could someone like you have been so desperate to wish for? “

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Accidental Late Encounter||Blake & Tomura

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blxkebowdonna‌:

Blake was rather confused. It was late.  She was just as tired as this person and she just wanted to now eat her dinner then rest. She didn’t understand why this guy was so hesitant in letting her in. “No I don’t do drugs. Geez. I’m not on crack. Just please let me in. I’m tired” she starts to say only for the guy to block the entrance let yell at her to get away.

Her eyes sadden. She was visibly upset at being yelled at. She understood why he was angry but he didn’t have  to be so mean. “What do you mean I don’t live here? I’m pretty sure I do. We probably just haven’t met yet. I’m Blake. I’m pretty sure this is my bunkhouse too.  So please just let me in. I’ll get my key from my bed and prove it to you. Please,  I’m tired.”

Ugh. UGH.

Way too late for this shit. Tomura isn’t sure if he’s hallucinating, or maybe he just hasn’t seen this person before, or maybe she really is on drugs and oh my god are those fucking cat ears?

Between the tire, the urge to pinch Blake’s ears and the frustration of the situation, Shigaraki guesses he can give the Faunus a chance. 

“ Fine. “ He says crankily, stepping aside. “ I better see that fucking key in the next two minutes or I’ll fucking kebab you. “

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heaventaint‌:

     admittedly, he underestimated how unstable his bunkmate truly was and he was somewhat disturbed but also quite relieved at the revelation— before things could get worse, before he could let his guard down in this quiet and ‘peaceful’ village called eidolon.

     it’s not as if the other was the worst he’d witnessed as there had been more frightening things inside the pandemonium, far stronger than that of a mere skydweller— but, as he lacked the use of his full powers and as he doesn’t quite know what the other was capable of, there was no assurance if he could defend himself if the other truly proved to be a threat to him.

     regardless, he has his sword and, while he might not be able to use his powers of light as of the moment, he is still quite skilled and agile to deliver a quick finishing blow. if worst came to worst, he still had his wings and he could fly away and retreat. he likes to believe that he still had the upper hand—

     — but, he’d like to avoid getting to that point, if he could help it. 

     starting conflict isn’t in favor for him in many aspects so, for as long as the other doesn’t act on her hostility, he’d remain civil— if only to get some sort of peace in this village.

     “ ….You’re welcome. ” sandalphon shrugs, stepping back to give the other some space to revel at retrieving her lost item. “ …Well then, I’ll leave you to it. I’m going to make some coffee in the kitchen. Feel free to follow if you want some… or not. ”

Satiated, Tomura is akin to a soothed animal, or maybe a child with her favorite toy. Between finding Father (Father, I’m so glad I found you... Father, I was so worried...) and Sandalphon’s change of attitude, Tomura feels serotonin race to fill the cracks in her psyche, a relieving feeling that she’ll rue later.

Coffee. He’s inviting Shigaraki to coffee? ... He guesses it couldn’t be too bad to get someone to make him coffee. With a wide smile, barely peeking from the corners of the palm resting over his face, Tomura scratches her skin, familiar and neurotic.Without much more thought, she starts to trail after Sandalphon, padding after like a lost child.

“ Whatever. I could go for coffee, so long as you don’t make it shitty. What’s your fucking name again? “

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azurepresage‌:

“Yeah, he has to be cool. I don’t know about you, but don’t you think being a bad guy comes with a bit of panache? Where’s the showgirl inside of you?” his voice is a low laugh, amused at his own words, but a sickening wave of nausea washes over him as he sits back on his palms and realizes what he’s saying.

God, he thinks. I sound just like Endeavor.

if somebody isn’t there watching, are you really worth anything at all?

he doesn’t really seem to mind the snow- instead, he almost finds it an unfamiliar sensation. when was the last time he had played in snow- a childhood long forgotten, shoved back behind hatred and a fuzzystatic wall of black and white photographs burned at the edges?

“Ah,” he drones in that low, buzzing voice. “You got me. Turns out, using you for my revenge ploy was way easier than I thought it was going to be.”

Panache - showgirl? Tomura’s reaction is gauged over her face, her scarred, dry features twisting in annoyance. He can’t even begin to express the vitriol boiling in his chest, so Tomura doesn’t. She just lets Dabi see it, feel it the next time she slaps snow onto his mangled maw, harder this time, and harder a third time, too.

There’s a lot that Dabi says that instills this weird feeling in Shigaraki. She buries her hands into the snow, absorbs the cold, risks the chill biting her immune system. She buries in, up to her wrists, pulling it in like a blanket over her arms. Tomura clicks his teeth together, once, twice, then again.

Man, he thinks. I want to kill you.

“ Whatever... “ She begins, already too heavy, growing a little too tired to be arguing about this. Her internal meltdown hits her like a truck, familiarly overloading her lithe body. “ I don’t care what the fuck you use the League for. But you don’t get a free pass by ‘Go’. “

Tomura wraps his damp, snowy hand around Dabi’s lapel and yanks, yanks the taller boy down, closer to where Shigaraki himself is hunched. He looks at Dabi with a ferocity, calculated and practiced and filled with ire. With killing intent.

“ If you wanna be cool and you want to use us, you’ll do what I say and you won’t fuck it up. You got that, Dabi? “

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azurepresage‌:

“You’re just mad that I don’t act like a lapdog at your beck and call,” he says with a shit-eating grin, cruelty and malice but not especially serious or vitriolic. “It’s not like I trust that number two any farther than I could fucking throw his twink ass.”

dabi sits himself next to her on the porch, scuffing boots into the snow. “I’m just not going to let ANY asshole into our exclusive club of debauchery. He has to be…”

“You know.”

“Cool.”

dabi isn’t sure how he feels exactly about the entire thing- something doesn’t sit right for him about the situation at hand. hawks; his approach; the idea of working with the number two to begin with. he had to admit, though, he must have been clouded by his own self-interest.

namely,

the thought of the number one pro-hero dying by his own hand.

“ You’re a real pain in the taint, you know that? “ Shigaraki jams her elbow into Dabi’s side playfully, though she’s rough and a little more like she’s trying to hurt him. It’s probably unintentional. Probably. 

Regardless, she guesses she can trust Dabi with this. Dabi is arrogant and crude and doesn’t follow orders often, but he’s her right-hand man. He gets things done. He’s brawn and brain, but that conniving head of his has always been something she’s wary of.

“ ‘He has to be cool’? Seriously? This is a league of fucking supervillains, Dabi, not some rag-tag gang of tweens tagging alleys by their middle-school. “ Shigaraki folds snow inside of her hands, balling it up and smushing it against his cheek with a slap. 

“ Just don’t screw it up, or I’ll fucking kill you. Makes sense now, though... “ Tomura muses as she rubs the snow against his scars. “ Why you wanted thos enhanced Noumu... why the no. 2 was the best candidate for you... “

A lithe smile lifts on her lips. 

“ It all makes sense now, doesn’t it, Todoroki Touya? “

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heaventaint‌:

     there is a limit to someone’s patience and the other isn’t exactly making it easy for him to be civil. still, he tries to keep his composure and changes his perspective— that he is merely, just dealing with a moody brat of sorts who lost her favourite toy or whatever and is making a big fuss out of it because she can’t find it.

     but, well, now that he has gotten a good look at her, he realizes that… he might not be that far off with his assumption.

     sigh.

     “ I doubt that the others would have an interest in whatever you would put in your face. Maybe you just dropped it as you slept. ” sandalphon shrugs, and starts crouching down to peek underneath the bunkbed, already choosing to ignore the other insults and threats that the other had started spewing. 

     it doesn’t seem to be underneath shigaraki’s bunkbed so, he chose to peek underneath the one on the opposite side just in case it landed there upon impact and— somehow, finds… a hand? an actual severed hand?!

     sandalphon has seen quite a lot of strange things in his life and he supposes that it’s what kept him from freaking out— but, it doesn’t stop how his face paled and how his instincts alerted him that he had to back away. 

     “ Well, there’s something underneath that bunkbed. ” sandalphon stands up straight as he informed the other of his findings. “ I don’t know if you want me to retrieve it or if you would rather do it yourself— but, it might be what you are looking for. ”

Tomura decides he doesn’t like the way Sandalphon talks to him. He thinks that he’s rude, and arrogant, like he was raised in a barn. Like he has no idea who Tomura Shigaraki is. Then again, it doesn’t seem like anyone knows who he is. Then again, no one really does. It’s like a system shock, like sensory overload, like a new environment he wasn’t ready for. But these people don’t know fear.

No, Shigaraki muses to herself as she overturns another mattress. No, they don’t know fear at all. Maybe she just has to teach them it?

There’s a pause in the machinations of her mind as Sandalphon regards her again and she twists sharply, a manic look in her eyes. The glee that rises suddenly in her body, her smile, her everything is pure and visible as she races over and shoulders him away.

“ What’s this ...? What’s this, what’s this - could it be ... “

Shigaraki drops to the ground, grabbing the hand tenderly with four fingers and tugging it towards himself. It’s like an idol for worship, almost, like a tie he lost is finally being knotted back up. It’s... nice. Relieving. Is this relief? When he stands, he lifts his head and places the hand over it.

Like a glove, it fits perfectly.

“ Yes... YES! ITEM GET! “ Shigaraki twists towards Sandalphon. “ Thanks, asshole! You aren’t as much of a shitter as I thought! We just have to work on that tone of yours and maybe you’ll be of some real use to me! “

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Accidental Late Encounter||Blake & Tomura

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It takes nearly two minutes for the door to finally open. Shigaraki stands, slouched and grimacing before Blake with his red eyes trained on her. Like an animal, maybe, or perhaps a little like someone about to rage out. It’s hard to tell. He looks side to side like there’s some conspiracy he doesn’t know about.

Then he looks at Blake.

“ Who the fuck are you? Whatever you’re selling, we don’t want any…  Are those fucking cat ears? “

Upon seeing who opens the door, Blake to say the least was rather surprised. It was someone she definitely didn’t recognize as a bunkmate. Then again she usually doesn’t see anyone often since most of the time she is out and about. 

“Uh hi. Yes I have cat ears. I’m Faunus. Though I doubt you know what that is. Anyways I’m Blake. I believe I live here. Sorry for the late night knock but I totally forgot my keys. I brought dinner though… if you didn’t already eat that is” she states as she holds up the bag. “Um mind letting me in?”

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“ Are you on crack? Is that crack you’re fucking smoking? “ Tomura intones sharply. The cold, the door open, the moonlight past the cloud cover in the sky... everything just seems to be getting on his nerves.

He’s never seen this cat girl in his life - should he have? Is she actually one of her bunkmates? No way... not this chick...

Looking more and more paranoid by the second, Tomura steps out, her arm extended as it grips onto the door.

“ You don’t fucking live here. Why should I let you in? Who are you? Tell me why I shouldn’t fucking kick your ass for waking me up this late! “

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chronogic‌:

         adult or not, elle couldn’t just excuse such terrible and rude service. she was never one to pardon someone simply because it hushed the attention on her. if she didn’t say anything, who knows how long the service worker would continue with their abrasive tongue?! so she calls them out – for what? because they refused to take out the word ‘tomato’ in one specific article.

         “ what do you mean you can’t? it’s your paper, you can just cross it out! ” she growls as she puffs up her cheeks in attempt to intimidate them. probably worried elle would continue making a scene, the service worker nods and gives in ( though who’s to say they’ll actually go through with such a wild request ).

         with an accomplished smirk on her rosy features, she walks away from the counter. her ears perking as an individual catches her attention, she whirls around to meet the voice. …a scraggly looking person. was he homeless? either way, his comment needs affirmation.

         “ that was more unnecessary than funny, i think. but tomatoes are the worst! blech! disgusting! i really can’t understand anyone that likes them enough to want to talk about them in the paper! ”

“ People around here love to talk all about their shitty crops, or whatever... “ Shigaraki intones, scratching his cheek fervently. His fingers only draw away when they go to pick the corner of his dried lips, nearest the scar marring one side. “ Something about an abundance now, or whatever... who even eats tomatoes anymore...? “

At a glance, he must be on her side. Or maybe he’s making fun of her? With Tomura, it’s hard to tell, but he keeps up his smile and angles his head almost childishly.

“ It’s so silly, isn’t it? So silly, so silly... “ 

He scratches and scratches before finally pointing his finger at Elle again. “ Who are you, huh? You have spunk. I like that. “

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azurepresage‌:

“Oh, you should see him,” he chastises as if it’s funny. “It’s like he’s always running some stupid fucking algorithm in his head that he can’t quite figure out. I bet he was probably narced up to shit as a kid and now that he’s weaned off of the meds Big Pharma is shoving down his throat he doesn’t know how to cope.”

his voice is a low drawl, amused as if he wasn’t spitting vitriol.

“Bet he’s got a whole plethora of fucking symptoms and syndromes and shit. Seems perfectly normal for some dumbass bird.”

he doesn’t seem to like where shigaraki is going, though- there’s a weird undertone in her voice that rubs dabi the wrong way, accusatory or even… mocking? it tugged at his guts in a low, pointed way of aggravation.

“Just what the hell are you trying to say, you psychopath? You make it sound as if we’ve been playing a fucking game of tonsil hockey.”

Tomura combs over this information in her head for a second, muttering something about Ambien under her breath. It’s funny to think - Hawks, confident, overbearing as Dabi is making him see, is some cracked out parrot that can’t get his head screwed on straight. Maybe a way to distract him - maybe a way to turn and twist the gears in his head the way Shigaraki wants, a puppet on her delicate and calloused fingers.

She doesn’t seem to recognize Dabi’s gaze burning into her until he speaks, until all that lava inside that seamed and bursting chest of his comes spewing out.

Tomura’s yet to decide if it’s funny or if it makes her want to strangle the shit out of him.

“ I didn’t say that. Don’t make me fucking gag. “

“ I’m just saying, you mingle with him the most, got it? If for whatever reason he hasn’t broken your fucking kneecaps and spanked you like the no. 2 he is, you’re probably his favorite. Why else keep up more than one instance of story-based dialogue with you into side quest interaction? “

Tomura stops by their bunkhouse and thumps down onto the veranda, sticking her legs out. She wiggles her toes, confined in pristine red converse, reaches down and crams her hands into the snow despite the cold, despite not wearing gloves, not caring about the biting cold over her skin.

“ Plus, I doubt anyone but someone like you could really bear to handle more than one conversation. You’re good at acting like a complete fucking nimrod and ignoring people. “

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Someone was, in fact, looking.

Sho understood that it was frustrating to gather stares and strange looks. Bright red hair and large scars in a small town prone to rumors made avoiding gazes more than difficult.

However, he was also lacking in anything resembling social skills. Watching those that he probably shouldn’t be was something he had grown a bit accustomed to, and whenever someone interested him he tended to observe a bit more closely than he should.

Especially if he was confused, which was certainly the case now.

“The fuck… Are you okay?”

Tomura nearly jumps out of her skin when Sho speaks to her, wrenching her lithe body around to face him. The nails of her hand nearly draw blood into cracked flesh, but luckily, she manages to relieve the pressure just a bit.

Still... Shigaraki looks angry, the expression clear over her uncovered face. 

“ Am I ... okay? “ He drawls slowly, like he’s feeling out the words, tasting them on his tongue.

“ What the fuck kind of question is that? Are you insane? Do I look okay? Should anyone be okay with being whisked off to some snowy fucking fairytale land? Are you seriously that stupid? “

Surly and rude, and while he doesn’t look like much, Shigaraki stands up, shoulders slumped. It’s easy to tell being here is getting to him, with how fast he snaps. But he doesn’t seem to care... or maybe Tomura just doesn’t notice?

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heaventaint‌:

( BUNKMATE ) ;

     it goes without saying but— there was something strange about this skydweller. she seems, more or less, so jumpy and fidgety and yet not timid in the least. in fact, there was aggression and, perhaps, even hostility laced within her words; and, he supposed that he should stop aggravating her any further if it would cause more problems for him in the future.

     after all, he is going to be living in this bunkhouse for who knows how long— it’s already disheartening as it is so he should just do his best to be civil. 

     “ NPC follower? A hand…? ” he echoes, not quite following the next few words that leave the other’s lips. the other seems like the type of person who  held so much mystery to him. he doesn’t seem to be the type to be the one who would simply talk about if asked either— so, sandalphon merely shrugs as lending a hand would be a better use of his time anyway ( and, if they could find it, maybe the other would stop being moving around so much in such a sour mood ). 

     “ Well… whatever those are, do you remember the last time you had it? ”

“ Is there a fucking echo? “ Scratch scratch scratch... Tomura regards Sandalphon with confusion, with this dull and calculated irritation that boils beneath his skin. He has no idea how to manage these people, how to talk to them because they’re all so insistent on fighting him in some way, it seems.

Unsanitary, unsanitary, unsanitary.

Begrudgingly, Tomura recognizes that she may not find what she wants if she doesn’t have a second pair of eyes. Realistically, it can’t have gone far, so maybe this little collaboration won’t have to last long.

“ Whatever... The last time I had it it was on my fucking face, where it always is ... where it always is ... and when I woke up, I didn’t fucking have it... “ Tomura shuffles uncomfortably in place. 

He hates this. He hates hates hates hates asking for any sort of help.

“ You can’t really miss it ... it’s gloved and has a gold band around the wrist ... big enough to fit over my face ... “

Vaguely, Shigaraki makes gestures with his hands to indicate size and width. He points to the top bunk of the one he’s beside, the other hand continuing to rub at the dry patches of his skin. “ I started up here. So it can’t have gone far. Make yourself useful and help me look if that’s what you’re leading up to, but be careful. If anything happens to that fucking hand, I’ll fucking kill you... “

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azurepresage‌:

he wouldn’t have blamed tomura anyways; he knew what it was like to be betrayed by someone you put your faith into. someone you had trusted to grab your fall, but was the one who pushed you instead.

“He never said anything,” dabi says, almost crankily. “He talks and he talks but he never says a whole lot of anything.”

dabi pockets his hands and slouches after tomura, walking with a languid, lazy, bratty pace, almost shoulder-to-shoulder with the s-rank villain.

“I think he’s got some kind of syndromes disorder,“ he says with a crooked grin, pulling at the pins in his skin and elbowing the skinny man next to him.

“ A disorder, huh ...? “ Shigaraki guesses she isn’t really surprised, but her tone isn’t in wonder, but rather, curiosity. A morbid curiosity, but curiosity nonetheless. She blows into her hands, rubs her palms together. It feels... weird, being able to actually palm against her own skin like this. Alien.

Tomura isn’t sure if she likes this or hates this.

“ For such a calm and level-headed hero, I never really pegged him as a neurotic freak. What do you think it is? We should find every way to exploit that dumbass twink as much as we can... “

Weaknesses, fears... shortcomings. She drags red eyes up to Dabi with a twisting smile.

“ Since you two are becoming such good friends, maybe it’s about time you got to know Hawks a little better ... It’d put my mind at ease knowing exactly who you dragged into my League. “

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“ woah ! hey ! wait a sec ! “

a rushed tone and a swift treck as snow crunches underneath her boots, she spots a familiar but… not so familiar device in a stranger’s hands.

“ is that first one’s tech? how did you get that? “ she’s a little more up close and personal now, scanning over both the stranger and the device “ it looks SUPER cool. you sure you should have it out in a place like this? it could freeze up. “ before she dives into 1,000,001 questions Adora is quick to check herself, taking a few paces back and looking rather sheepish compared to a few seconds ago.

“ sorry I got a little carried away there. I’m Adora and I have a bit of First One’s tech myself - “ gesturing to the sword hilted on her back “ but it doesn’t seem to be working here … weird. “

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Without his hand, Tomura can’t help but feel exposed and small, watched and jeered at. Only holding this one specific, familiar thing makes him feel any better, and since he’s gotten here, he isn’t taking the chance on exactly what size things have to be to make them disappear. 

As soon as Adora gets in his grill, though, the urge to clamp his hands down rises in a panic, the sudden noise and sensation of her overwhelming him. She smells like a forest, like someone who doesn’t stay inside, and acts like it, too. Extroverts. Ugh.

“ Don’t ever come near me like that again, or I’ll seriously rip your face off. “ ... But his hands still don’t move from the PSP, all of his fingers holding on except for both of his index fingers, which are stuck up like one would stick their pinkies up out of politeness. “ Is there a point to you telling me all this useless shit about your dime-a-dozen D&D novelty sword? Or are you just trying to piss me off?”

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heaventaint‌:

( BUNKMATE ) ;

     it was rare for sandalphon to stay in the bunkhouse as he often felt restless there. it was warm, yes, but— it was also cramped and full of strangers he has no idea about whatsoever. so far, he was grateful that they seem to respect other people’s privacy and mind their own business but, somehow, it reminded him of the time he spent by the astral’s laboratory. 

     it had been a while since he had felt something akin to loneliness, as he’d had a taste of warmth and laughter in the grandcypher, that he couldn’t help but to feel a little melancholic— but, it was nothing too serious and nothing he can’t handle. 

     so long as they don’t exactly steal from his coffee stash, sandalphon doesn’t particularly care what they do in this bunkhouse… or, whatever it is that they called it. 

     today, he didn’t have anything in particular on his agenda so he spent a little more time relaxing by his bed before heading out again. however, he can’t help but notice that one of his bunkmates was having a difficult time looking for something and making a big fuss about it.

     “ At you, obviously. ” sandalphon was used to seeing all kinds of expressions thrown at him so a scowl from a temper tantrum could hardly throw him off. “ If you quieted down then, maybe, I wouldn’t have had to glance at your direction. ”

     “ But, since I already have. I might as well get to the bottom of this. ” he doesn’t move from his spot nor does he remove his gaze from the other. “ What’s your problem? ”

Shigaraki feels that lethargy heavy on her shoulders again. Her hand shakes in frustration but she can’t muster the energy to lash out, to yell any louder, to keep herself from entirely falling apart. She scratches her skin, picks at it, digging nails into a dry canvas to feel some relief, to scrub away some blemish that she can’t hide.

“ My problem is that you can’t mind your own fucking business, you freak ... “ Tomura’s lip curls in disdain, but she doesn’t move an inch. Tired, tired, tired... Hunched there on the bed, the villain feels small, and the sensation makes her stomach twist.

“ If you seriously have to have your nose in my business like some kind of shitty NPC follower, then I’m looking for a hand. “ 

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azurepresage‌:

well-

he had been hoping for some air of mysteriousness, a dramatic reveal. god, even something heartfelt he would’ve taken, but dabi certainly wasn’t expecting this. his expression immediately turns into a sour, bored face, thick eyebrows knitting in the middle.

“Seriously?”

“You’re laughing? Yeah, my hair is red. It’s not like you couldn’t see it from my eyebrows, you stupid NEET.” dabi snaps with a scowl. he crosses his arms over his chest, unimpressed with the entire display.

though, when shigaraki says that last line, he feels his ice run cold.

“…I don’t want to talk about Endeavor.”

As soon as it had begun, Shigaraki’s euphoria melts away and she begins to bypass Dabi to keep walking the way she had come. The whole situation is a riot to her, sure, but the brooding feeling of something else bites at the back of her head. A little whisper, an inkling of a feeling she can’t quite place - maybe betrayal, though he hasn’t really ever been loyal, she thinks. Not betrayal, maybe paranoia.

Tomura regards Dabi a little weirdly over her shoulder.

“ Talk about Endeavor? Why would I. “ Scritch scritch scritch... “ Don’t look like such a fucking mope. You’re just going to kill him, right? What does it matter to look all sad like that. I seriously don’t get you at all... “

“ Anyway, we should figure this place out. Has Hawks said anything of worth? I hate the idea of having to put all our plans on pause just because of a little power struggle ... there’s got to be a way to get ourselves back in shape... “

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“There wasn’t anybody before,” he states simply, coldness ebbing into his words. “I think you seem to think people change, when in reality everyone’s just rotten from the beginning. A villain is a villain, and a hero is a hero. Or, at least, a hero is what we think a hero is.”

“I’m Dabi.”

“I’ve always been Dabi.”

“I always will be Dabi.”

he doesn’t seem to care about his snide tone, smiling at the leader of the league as if this was a fun, casual conversation.

“At the end of the day, you’re Tomura Shigaraki, right?”

“And I’m Touya Todoroki.”

It’s not like it’s a shock. Maybe she’s just gotten to know Dabi a little better, maybe it’s the intuition, or maybe the way Dabi regards the no. 1 Hero, the way he speaks about him. The noumu so specifically engineered for that moment...

Honestly, maybe Tomura should have seen it before. Todoroki Touya, the missing son of the Todoroki line. Her expression doesn’t change, but maybe she picks at her skin a little rougher. 

Finally...

She starts to laugh.

“ Todoroki?! “

“ Oh, fuck! Cringe! “ Tomura continues to laugh, wheezing and clamping her hands onto her stomach. “ No wonder you buy all that shitty hair dye! I bet you’re a fucking ginger, too, right?! Daddy really did you dirty, didn’t he!? “