#hgkre

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I’m on mobile so I can’t participate in dash shenanigans but just know seeing Katsuki call Tooru “invisibitch” has filled Izuku with unbridled rage the likes of which no one has seen before

[karitxriki-a]

@hgkre | continued from (x)

THE INELEGANT FUMBLING IS observed by patient eyes, no more than a subtly-arched eyebrow reacting to the brief struggle. The gentle tossing and shifting of the chair fixed the yakuza’s attention for the time being; once the girl (and, in turn, the seating) settles, however, Overhaul is once again focusing on the girl. The thin eyebrow remains raised as she speaks, only relaxing into the rather emotionless appearance accustomed to his face once he begins to hear the concerns. “I see.” The observation is spoken impassively, and for a moment it seems as if his patience stands akin to how one would tolerate an infant - gently, yet undoubtedly supercilious. 

“Shigaraki Tomura, much alongside the rest of the League of Villains, merely present themselves as a small setback. I understand that they may be feeling emotive after our previous encounter, but that needn’t be of your concern. I’m attempting to settle the feud as is, but for everyone’s sake this may be - you may be a necessity. During strained times like these, I can’t completely avert my attention from them.

“Not much will have to change, I presume, from what you’re accustomed to. I simply need reports and updates of where the group may be advancing towards and what they may be seeking to execute. Rewards will be based on the importance of provided information, but rest assured that you’ll be remunerated generously. I can provide you with exactly what you need,” he murmured gently, idly grazing a thumb against the palm of his hand. 

“All you have to do is join me.”

[kottahono-blog]

@hgkre

          “How tall are you, actually?” it was a rather out of nowhere question, but colour him curious.

[amplifyingtrace]

“Looks like Izu-Chan fixed both of our scores, Tooru”  @hgkre

[nouxmu-blog]

@hgkre

Sniff... sniff...

That’s the scent of a human. Nearby. From where, however?

The Noumu jerked its head around - it didn’t like the idea of being STALKED by someone who wasn’t its MASTER. Who was there, and why were they watching?!

... It sees nothing. “W-w... W--wh.. W--where... a-are you...?”

[k0ntrl-blog]

@hgkre liked for a starter

“...class-1a.” that’s all he manages to get out for a moment. he’s struggling again, not wanting to talk. his selective mutism was acting up, his lips pressed tightly together. he sighs internally, his eyes fluttering shut. c’mon hitoshi you can do this. he inhales softly, opening his eyes.

“you’re...hnn...your quirk...” he blinks again. “it’s cool...” he’s internally cringing at himself. how the hell was he supposed to become a hero if he couldn’t even get simple words out. he laces his fingers together in front of him, his eyes tilted down. 

“i’m jealous...” he raises a hand behind his head, laughing nervously. “ ‘s really cool.” 

[umbled]

❛     a-are  you  okay ,  hagakure - san  ?     ❜  @hgkre

[inciner4tion-blog]

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“do i look angry?” he’s not angry at all actually. quite the opposite. he was PLEASED. he moves forward, pulling off the half turtle neck he wore, placing it on a chair. turquoise eyes stare at what was invisible. it didn’t matter to him, as long as he got his point across. he brushes a hand through jet black long hair, pulling it up into a ponytail.

“keep doing what you’re doing,okay? you’re doing a good fuckin’ job.”