Welcome All, Ladies and Gentlemen!

✨ TAGGED BY: @knivesandsmiles ✨ TAGGING: @galaxythixf​, @blocdstained​

► NAME ➭  Astuhiro Sako Villain Name: Mr. Compress ► ARE YOU SINGLE? ➭ Yes. ► ARE YOU HAPPY? ➭  I’m content. ► ARE YOU ANGRY?  ➭  No. ► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ➭ I’m sure they are, but I never checked on them.

✨ NINE FACTS!

► ‘BIRTH’ PLACE ➭  Japan  EXACT LOCATION: unknown ► HAIR COLOUR ➭ Light brown ► EYE COLOUR ➭  Bright Blue ► BIRTHDAY ➭ April 4th ► MOOD ➭  Content ► SUMMER OR WINTER ➭  Winter ► MORNING OR AFTERNOON ➭  Afternoon.

✨ EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE!

► ARE YOU IN LOVE? ➭ Depends who asking. ► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? ➭  I do not.

WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP? ➭  I did.

► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART? ➭ Yes. ► ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS? ➭ Hardly. ► HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK? ➭ No. ► HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER? ➭ Not that I’m aware of. ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART? ➭ ...Yes.

✨ SIX CHOICES!

► LOVE OR LUST ➭ Love ► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA ➭ Lemonade ► CATS OR DOGS ➭ Cats ► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS ➭ A few best friends, I suppose. ► WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN ➭  Romantic ► DAY OR NIGHT  ➭ Night

✨ FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS!

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT ➭  No. ► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS ➭  Once as a child. ► WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT? ➭ Yes ► WANTED TO DISAPPEAR ➭  Yes.

✨  FIVE PREFERENCES!

► SMILE OR EYES ➭ Eyes, they hardly tell lies. ► FAT OR SKINNY ➭  No preference. ► SHORTER OR TALLER ➭  Preferably shorter ► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION ➭ Intelligence ► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP ➭  Relationships

✨ FAMILY!

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ➭  We haven’t spoken in years. ► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE” ➭ I prefer the term unique. ► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME ➭  Yes.

       ❝You were worried? Cute!! ❞

The blonde replied with a wide grin as she placed her hands on her hips proudly, giving a nod at him, peeking around as she dug into her pocket, taking out a small vial filled with red liquid, proudly looking at it with her tongue lightly sticking out. 

       ❝But I took some creative liberties with the task, so I kinda lost my phone.❞

She gave a small shrug, not really caring much for the shitty phones that Giran had given them. All she had was access to calls and a few texts but logging into magazine sites was completely forbidden in case tracking could be done.

She wiggled the small vial as she sighed softly, placing it on his gloved hand. 

       ❝I didn’t know how easy eraserhead’s blood flowed out!! It only took a few small stabs and my collection machine quickly went suck suck!! suck suck!!❞

A brow twitches at the fact that she had lost her phone. The hidden annoyance was expressed by a sigh. He taking the vial, he compresses it into a marble for safe keeping. A marble was harder to break than a vial after all. 

“You shouldn’t lose your phone like this. If we can’t get to you when we’re about to leave, you could consider yourself left for dead you know,” he warns. This was purely out of consideration for him. He doesn’t need her left behind just because she won’t answer a burner phone. “We can talk later about that.”

            It’s hard to live in a state without absolutes, without knowing who or what he is– without knowing what he’s even good for in such a state. A part of him wants to keep pressing when he’s told to stop– after all, if he broke his head, maybe it could all be over. It was something he’d considered many times, though never quite had the ambition– or strength– to do it. 

JIN feels weight on his hands, stirring him back to proper consciousness, grounding him, as Sako attempts to sooth the pathetic, undeserving man. 

           Even just through his hands, heavy warmth radiates outward from JIN, mostly from his head, as he struggles to listen to the other and tries to control himself. Slowly, his hands slip from his cranium to loosely attempt to tangle them with Mr. Compress’ hands– something he also did with Toga, when he needed to fidget but was at a risk of hurting himself. 

“– S-sorry– I’m sorry–“ What exactly is he sorry for? Well, he isn’t sure, himself. 

              The whites of his mask’s eyes crease sharply as tears moisten the fabric, lips pursing sullenly. His grip tightens on the other villain’s hands, but he tries to avoid crushing the only real hand Compress has left– he owes him that much, at least. 

He decides not to ask about what he was sorry for, concerned that it might spiral him further into the whys when he simply needs to grab hold of that stable mental state soon. 

The tightened grip from his head to now Compress’ hands was something he did not mind. The pain of someone holding his hand too tight hardly seemed like nothing compared to the loss of his arm. The metal may have replaced it, but from the visual alone could make him “feel” the tightness in his left hand. The mask still continues to obscure the internal thoughts and outward emotions. 

“Just let yourself relax when you’‘re ready.”

He cannot truly decipher this man, nor does he know the whole story of him. It was fair, but he as an asset to their cause. To have him break like this would not be good strategically, and as a concerning member. A friend. 

     The person she refers to as just ‘Shigs’ or ‘Shiggy’ the League would know VERY well, considering that person was their boss. But to avoid heroes learning of who she lived with, she got into the habit of calling him a little nick name.

     “They’re really good!” she claimed as she held out the clear plastic bag full of wrapped up truffles. “Grab a handful if you’d like!” The lizard girl was smiling as she spoke this whole time. It wasn’t to imitate All Might, rather than, her just being happy nearly all the time. Also it was to show no weakness.

    “Oh, did I get your name? My name is Bailey! I’m just your average lizard gal!” she introduced and gave a small bow.

He supposes that there was no need to have such a large guard up. If she just so happened to know his employer, there would be no threat, as he could not recall any other villain that would be called Shigs. Shivs, perhaps, but not the former nickname. 

“You’re like the only person I know that doesn’t wanna pop pills to take pain away.” She giggled a little, then shrugged. “I got some money from some boys that really wanted some of those painkillers you only get with a doctor’s note.” Sneaking into a drugstore was not too hard after all, so she’d done it once or twice when there was something she really wanted, like a nice evening sitting at one of the cute cafes she liked.

Himiko looked down at the pictures he held out, eyeing them carefully, then smiling. “I always answer your calls, why are you so concerned? No one’s ever caught me.”

“Just what boys are you interacting with?” Drug dealers were not his ideal kind of criminal, just petty individuals who gave out to those who couldn’t manage to be happy without those addictive doses. “I simply don’t want to rely on those things. I’m fine, nothing a bit of rest afterward wouldn’t do the trick.”

                      “I’ve never been caught yet. But I did get some of Izukus blood, 

                                                                                        –Isn’t that great!?”

    A bright smile laced her expression at the thought of her accomplishment alone. She cared not for what the other villain thought about how she chose to spend her spare time. At least she had managed to keep herself occupied and not only that she had managed to acquire exactly what she had been seeking since finding out about the hero in training. 

                   “I can use it if I really want to, but why risk it when I don’t need it yet?

                              Are you just upset because I ignored your phone call?”

A deep sigh escapes him. He supposes it had the possibility of coming in handy. Regardless, that didn’t excuse the fact that she wasn’t responding. If worse came to worse, they would have lost an operative for the League, and that was never good. 

Fuyumi opened the door the moment that she heard it ring, having been near the entrance that exact moment, she raised her eyebrows at the man tilting her head. He didn’t seem familiar but then again, she had attended a few events with her father sometimes and she had met quite a lot of people so she didn’t doubt of some kind of messenger being sent from one of them.

She eyed the bouquet, perhaps someone trying to gain her attention? She reached over to grab the objects as she saw the back of the envelope. White. 

      ❝Ah, thank you. Who’s it from?❞

She looked at the flowers, rather puzzled for a moment.

“Your brother.” He answers quite curtly, pulling away the moment Fuyumi had taken the gift. “He made it clear that you would know which brother it was from, and I’m not the man to ask too many questions.” A pause. Dabi didn’t have to know about what he’ll reveal to the other. 

“He’s doing fine, for the situation he’s in. Though he would make a more notable appearance, since this is the home to the new number one hero... I took the liberty of coming.”

It was best he headed off soon. 

He didn’t doubt him, not in the least. He was good at what he did, but he was feeling more cautious as of late for some reason, perhaps he was finally taking his Master’s words into consideration. “Just make sure no one follows you back, that would be bad for all of us…”

“I would like to think the League wouldn’t dare to make that mistake twice,” he says, offering some jab towards another member. Not in maliciousness, but as a fact of the matter. To be followed back would be devastating. He tips his hat a little. “I’ll return shortly then. lt will be a small showing after all.” With that, he is heading off. No need to keep stalling for something as simple as this. 

                            🕸 Kikai actually wasn’t on the ground for awhile, his quirk activated, completely blind with 8 huge long black spider legs emerging from his back, he had made his way there along the walls. Once he arrived he used the 8 legs to walk down to the ground, looming over the man as the legs always lifted him above ground.  “Yes that would be me. Ah sorry, I used this to get here faster. I cannot see you like this one moment… “ 🕸

                       🕸 He deactivated his quirk and smiled at the person in front of him. “Ah there you are, it’s nice to meet you. I am Kikai.. And thank you, I like to be silent when I move…”  🕸

 @c0mpressed​

He’s very thankful for the ability to hide the distasteful look on his face as he spots the other. No matter what it took to get them here, he doesn’t seem to pay much mind to. The time was of the essence after all. Heroes were out patrolling, and it would be best to make the interaction quick before someone were to spot them.

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9) Pushing your muse into a wall

Shoving the woman in the midst of the fight was the best possible move to make. He was at his wits end. Out of marbles to throw and decompress, it would seem his attempts to compress her were fruitless.

Compress was never much of the messenger man, but in this rare occurrence, he allows it. Though the recepient of this present was the child of the now number one hero, he waits until he is out on duty before he approaches the house. 

His name may be known, but whether not his real face was out to the public (or to his family honestly) was unknown. He takes the risk, regardless, and takes a step towards the door. 

A soft knock as he hold a bouquet of red and white flowers and an envelope that had written contents. Not his own handwriting, but rather Dabi’s. 

As the door opens, he speaks. 

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2) Punching your muse in the face

A hard blow to the face in the attempt to disoriented the other seemed to do just the trick…

and he was very fortunate his left hand cannot feel any pain. A fist against the other’s helmet would indeed be painful more on the assailant’s part rather than his victim. He bounces back from the other. 

                Sometimes, even with what little help he could get, he still found his skin feeling like it was ready to tear at the seams as thick stabbing pains shoot through his skull, inflamed and so very painful. Gloved hands helplessly paw at his face, joints popping in them as he puts pressure on either side of his head in some weak attempt to alleviate the stress on his mind and body. 

                     “– YES!” He gasps, a handful of soft whimpers escaping him as he forces himself to crack an eye open to look at Sako. Every time he looks at him, he can’t help but think of that horrible thing that happened and how powerless he was to prevent any of it, making him cower away from the other LEAGUE member miserably. “No…”

To think he is falling susceptible to his coworkers in this League, as he finds himself having a growing concerned towards Jin. He’s patient with him. Mask hides behind true feelings expressed on his complexion... and he’s silently thankful for that. 

He decides that the answer “no” was the real answer he wanted to say, the truth in his conflicting responses. “If you keep pushing your hands against your head, you might break it. He’s seen Toga do this on occasion. Hands reach over, placing it over his for a moment. Though one of his hands was completely metal, he ensures the touch was as gentle as it could be. 

“You’re not splitting. Just take a few more breaths.”