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[burnrite]

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Dabi simply cracks a single eye open from where he had been resting on the worn sofa their current hideout possessed, jacket discarded off to the side despite the apparent chill in the air that evening had brought. With how his Quirk worked he found comfort in cold temperatures, considering his flesh was always heated to the touch.

The pyro isn't the least bit surprised to see that it is Tomura coming to invade his space, no doubt seeking the warmth of Dabi's body that was so freely provided. After all even the air around him was a degree or two warmer, so he was oft used as a heater for many of the League members, although he really only tolerated it for Toga, the lizard, and their dear leader.

There's a soft grunt as Tomura clings to him, his own arm coming to fall around the other's back. "Can't sleep?"

“Yeah ..” There’s no shame in admitting that. It’s not like he’s the only one plagued with night terrors in their merry little band. He lets out a quiet, shuddered sigh when the pyromancer curls his arm around him, making the shorter man snuggle up closer until he can smoosh his face against his neck instead, remaining there like a blanket.

“But ... you make it better..” He looks outwards to his gloved hand that now rest on the male’s chest. “I lay unto you ... completely disarmed .. vulnerable. You could ... torch me in an instant ... this whole madness .. could end with a single spark... it’s strange, placing the heart ... in the jaws of a carnivore..”

He traces idle shapes and patterns on the loose shirt, eyes half closed. Calm. He trusts Dabi, for better or for worse. He would not willingly invite himself, gloved, here if he didn’t.

“If you’re not careful ... I might just bleed.”

[snake-oiled-chief]

@hellfirexandxashes​ /  @reposhillo​​ started following you

“...Shit.”

[tears-n-snow]

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    Rei timidly cupped her sons face. Even with all those heavy scarring, she knew those eyes better than anyone. It really was him. Her precious boy.

“Y-You’ve gotten so tall.” She choked out, the first words she had to given after so long apart. Tears soaked down her cheeks and even as seeing him in this state her in every way. She had never been more happy.

“Hello son.”

[hellfirexandxashes]

“  can we just have some meaningless sex we can both pretend didn’t happen tomorrow morning?  ” Perhaps a stupidly bold proposition from a restless magician to a cryptid horror bartender.

In which Kuro is a fuckin' tease | @mischievmagic

"Hm?" Kurogiri hums, his expression of course remaining as unreadable as always, but the bartender does set aside the glass he had methodically been cleaning to turn that amber gaze towards Atsuhiro. There's a beat of silence between the pair, before Kurogiri extends an arm out towards the other, the mist expanding and wafting over the countertop reaching towards the magician.

Once the mist makes contact with the other's arm, a feeling one might equate to having another person run their hand up and down one's arm would be felt, the mist itself seeping into the clothing to bring a cooled sensation upon flesh.

"Now, dear Atsuhiro, what makes you think I would ever allow you to even pretend to forget what an experience I would give you, come the morning after?" Kurogiri mused, before the mist begins expanding up the magician's arm, grazing over his shoulder, and then dragging itself down his chest, with all the beforementioned sensations following suit.

[lepuslunare]

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     When did she become so sentimental that she could feel the melancholy setting in her bones, making itself at home as if it had always lived there, as if part of herself? He stirred something in her that she long forgot it existed. Rumi didn’t enjoy the need of saying it out loud, maybe if she kept her mouth shut, things would just stop being TRUE. But the end was near and although they kept their own plans to themself, there was this veiled reality looming over them.

     How could she judge him for joking when that was exactly the kind of thing she would do had she not been in such uncharacteristically dreary mood. “Are you already planning on dying? Didn’t take you for a defeatist.” Not as good as joke, but it reflected her humor. “I know it’s stupid... and completely not me...” She pulled her legs on the bed so she could hug them with her arm, the cold metal of the prosthetic contrasting with her warm skin. “But could we ignore the outcome? Maybe leave this fucking country? I don’t have a home here, so it doesn’t really matter where I am.”

[burnrite]

“Great. You’re back.”

Chisaki is hardly enthused with the pyromancer’s presence. Molten gold lifted up briefly to stare at him before back down onto his laptop. Hopefully, if he’s lucky enough, he could just ignore Dabi and he’d go away. Unfortunately, he also knew that rarely worked. He’ll after to find out what the other one was after and get through his bullshit as quickly as possible.

“Have you anything interesting to bring to me or are you just going to track soot in everywhere?”

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[tears-n-snow]

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Natsuo wasn't often one to buckle to pressure, having trained to be a doctor and to make swift decisions and carry them out against time. He had learned to keep a cool and level head when performing minor surgeries and stitching up grievous wounds.

The pressure of being accosted by his mother, however, was another matter entirely. Natsuo finds himself sputtering as his ear was pinched, wondering just how she had found out about his new guest so swiftly.

"I-Bah...I uh..He's just..." He flounders, trying to come up with any excuse. "He's uh...My boyfriend!" Smooth Natsuo, smooth.

“Your WHAT?!”

   Rei tugged on his ear again, yanking her tall son down to her tiny level to glare ice shards at her boy. ‘‘And you didn’t think of tell me? Telling your sister? What’s going on here Natsuo? Explain. Now.” She left no place for argument.

When being the mother of four rowdy children, she knew how to put her foot down. Enji was intimidation, but she was the fear of a woman’s scorn. Hell froze over with her piercing dark gaze and she demanded to know why another man was near her little polar bear this instant goddammit. To her, he was still her little cub. Grown up or not.

“Talk. Or would you like me to tug on the other ear.” Rei grumbled, letting him go and crossing her arms as she watched him.

[tears-n-snow]

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With all attention centered on Rei, it's almost laughably easy for his silent shadow to sneak in from behind the small pack of thugs. It doesn't take long for Dabi to saunter up to the one who had dared lay a hand against her, and by the time his presence was finally noticed it was far too late for the ringleader as Dabi shot out a hand to wrap around the man's throat. His hand swiftly reached record temperatures in seconds, practically scorching a hole through the skin tissue.

When the rest of the thugs tried rounding on him, Dabi simply juts out his other arm, a wave of hellfire springing forth and engulfing the rest of them, dyeing the alleyway in a brilliant glow of blue as the smell of burnt flesh begins to permeate the air.

"Bad, bad move." Are his first words of the evening, as the thug still in his grasp attempted to struggle, trying desperately to cling to life despite the agony he was surely in. Rather than an act of mercy, it's more disgust and impatience that has Dabi bringing forth another bout of hellfire, igniting the man's head and killing him for good as his headless corpse dropped to the ground.

"Good fucking riddance. Trash deserves to be burnt." He grumbles, before his gaze falls to Rei. "...You good?"

She had expected him but not...this. Though she really shouldn’t be so surprised.

The moment she looked up and heard the panic and startled fear from the man above her, she knew who had come for her.

Dabi.

Rei watched on, staring up in complete and utter shock, her dark gaze wide, like a doe in the headlights, completely still as various men found the furious wrath of her bloodthirsty son. The frail woman yelped putting her hands up on reflex as a blast of blazing blue shot out from him, but instead of being swallowed by the flames, they instead rushed right past her, slamming into everything and everyone else who now knew his silent ire. The heat was so intense, hotter than any of the flames she knew. No...this wasn’t the same at all. Almost ominous in their roar, their very color. Like his coldly angered eyes.

Molten azure.

 She dared to open her eyes when the last gargled cries echoed out in agony and as she did she was left gasping at the carnage her dragon brought. Rei blinked in silent horror and fear up at him then snapping her head around to see the embers of bright blue flames dancing around rotting burned remains in front of her. With just two moves he had utterly decimated her would-be killers in their spots, leaving nothing of them but a pile of brittle broken bones and ash that fell about them like blacken snow.

 It was all so... raw and violent. She should’ve been mortified, horrified but instead, all she could do was stare at the slender figure lazily staring at her in turn. He killed them. He-...He killed them all. She looked away from the death, pressing a hand to her lips instead to try and not throw up. She felt sick, was it because she just watched her son slaughter all these men or had she got hit in the head too hard? Both. Probably both.

“Y-Yeah. I-...I think.” Rei whispered back, coughing as she spat out some blood and wiped the ribbon down her nose with her soot colored sleeve. She hadn’t gotten up yet, too in shock to do so.

“Actually n-no...I don’t think I-I am.” She back tracked. Rei needed a trash can ASAP.