#v.end

[hiimei]

‘After all I’ve done--D’ya really think I can be a Hero again...?’

Art & Himei’s Hero Suit redesign by @kogane-jidai​

[hiimei]

how does it feel knowing that you enjoyed killing? ( v. the end )

Jaw tightens.

Fists clench.

“I didn‘t—“ he stammered, eyes flickering down to the ground in thought as Himei looked at his clawed hands. Pale skin that faded into black claws. His tongue ran across sharp teeth, multicoloured hues blinking once.

Did he enjoy killing?

Memories flashed through his mind, his own laughter ringing in his mind as he tightly clenched his jaw and eyes shit, once again seeing all the blood he shed. The adrenaline he felt back when he was nothing but a mindless monster.

“I didn’t enjoy it—“

He did.

“I didn’t want to kill those people—“

He did.

[hiimei]

We are human, after all.

Flesh uncovered, after all.

[hiimei]

"you're never going to be normal again. what did you even do before you were taken again? get your friend killed? it was partly your quirk that caused the accident, right? i know all about that. this is clearly what you were meant to be, not a hero." / tomura

There was tension visible in his body when the familiar voice rabidly throughout his ears. The nomu had been gone from the League for months—once again taken from the loss of a battle, a similar situation to how he became a nomu in the first place. Green eyes (he had decided to put a contact lense in his red eye to help him feel more normal—) narrowed slightly as a hand moved up to adjust the collar of his shirt which covered the implant on his throat—something that still hadn’t been removed.

He was made to remember more—forced, really. Was it a little cruel? Sure. But it worked and he was becoming more human by the day. He was even able to go back to being a hero—though he still had to be watched—so he was with Shouta a good portion of the time. Though, his recovery went well. He was pretty much normal again.

And now he had his old boss here—rubbing salt in old wounds.

He knew that he would run into them eventually and yet he didn’t expect it now. He didn’t expect the topic of conversation, either. Sharp teeth clenched as he ignored everything the other said, turning his head to loook over his shoulder at him, hands shoved deep into his pockets. Tomura was clearly here for something.

“...What d’ya want, Shigs?”

[hiimei]

(mortetm) you shouldn’t be here.

“What’s th’worst that can happen, Yo?”

A grin spread on the nomu’s face. How long had it been since he saw her? He couldn’t remember. He had been gone a long time. Taken away and brought into recovery. Forced to remember things. Put under his best friend’s care. the works.

Usually, the nomu was supervised.

This time, he snuck off. He needed to see Eiko. She was always there for him—he could never forget that.

He was different. The same? back to who he used to be, sort of. His speech pattern was reminiscent of Present Mic. Well, that’s the thing.

He was, once again, Present Mic. Or atleast, Hizashi Yamada.

Himei Hizashi grinned at her, standing in the door way before he stepped towards her, crouching down and wrapping his arms around her, lifting her from the ground as he hugged her.

“...I missed ya, Ei. I jus’ wanted t’see how y’were doin’, y’dig?”

@mortetm

[hiimei]

Verse Tags —

V.beginning ( turned into a nomu. )

V.now ( main. Has a few memories. )

V.future ( recovering. Has more memories.)

V.end (recovered)

[felixfalters-blog]

Wasted

He’s hungry.

He’s out of the radiated zone, so his body isn’t feeding on the radiation anymore, but he needed other supplies, and he was craving company.  Man was not meant to be alone, and neither was Felix.  But not many had mutated to the point where they fed on radiation while in the radiated zones, and those that had were usually assholes.

Which was why he had made his way into one of the safe zones.

If you could call it that.

Everything was mostly dust, and even the cloth wrapped around his nose and mouth was doing little to keep it out.  At least his goggles kept it from his eyes.

Then he saw it.  A simple hare.

He pulled his slingshot from his pocket, grabbed a small metal ball, and let it fly.  It hit the hare in the head, killing it.  Felix skinned the rabbit and cleaned it before setting up a small fire to cook the rabbit over.  He was just about to bite into a thigh when he heard noise and brought out his slingshot again.

“Whose there?”