Katsuki Bakugou

– the brown-headed female had been a psychotherapist for years, but it was not information that she shared with strangers who were openly HOSTILE. her inclination towards omission had little to do with the fact that she was ashamed of what she did, and had e v e r y t h i n g to do with the fact that she would not weaponize another with that sort of information on her. especially when that second party had the potential to inflict harm upon her– or even worse, upon her CLIENTS. the longer that nancy gazed at him though, the more that she realized that it was highly possible that all he wanted was help-- and that it was a storm of f r u s t r a t i o n that caused him to snap at her, but nothing more. of course, it would take further interaction for the provider to solidify her initial judgment– but solidify it, she would. nancy took a calculated step closer to the male. “sir, are you feeling all right?” she asked him, tilting her head slightly as she spoke. “…. because i’d be happy to help you out however i can– but i am going to ask that you not raise your voice like that at me again.” 

“ Who the fuck are you? and why are you getting so close to me lady?” he groaned and took a step back away from the weird woman. What was it with this place and weird people. He had been here less then three days and already he  wished he  back at home with Kirishima but at this point here seemed no chance of that happening. Just more annoying and stupid people  to deal with, he  already knew that he  would have his anger tested  here.

– the c o n t e n t of the stranger’s threat inspired the PANIC that swiftly became visible upon the woman’s face. it was though in a single instant, sally hardesty became paralyzed in that moment– as images of her trauma flashed across her brain. she could hear the sound attached to her dearest friend’s frantic movements as she attempted to disconnect her flesh from the meathook. she could hear FRANKLIN screaming as their kidnapper threw him from his wheelchair– as he…. the sole survivor’s neck snapped upward. she did not know if the strange man had attempted to move closer to her, or if the image of his progressive movement had been conjured upon within the confines of her own hurting brain. “please, sir,” she began to plead, feeling her knees begin to quake. “please don’t HURT me, like you say you will. i’ll give you anythin’ you want– just name your price, and it’s yours. i’ll give it to you. i swear it.” 

“ What in the actual f*ck are you  doing? get the hell up woman” he turned to  see some strange woman on her knees in front of him. “ look all I want to know is where the hell  this building is? can you at least do that” he watched her closely watching and waiting  to see what she would do next after having such a strong reaction to a simple empty threat  

“try all you want, but you can’t FRIGHTEN me.” for a fifteen year old girl– who had been slain by her own two parents at the fresh, young age of TWELVE, back home– samara morgan was impressive. she stood her ground rather reliably, despite the fact that those who threatened her tended to be much LARGER– not to mention, who also tended to be male. and the girl had been taught to OBEY males’ authority, from the time that she was a baby– she’d been thought never to question a man’s thinking, and to accept his direction implicitly. if she was to venture into asking questions, then said man would be granted full permission to punish her. and that direction would be given by her FATHER. he cared not for the fate of his own daughter, so long as she did not disobey. “try me again,” the girl challenged with a glimmer in eyes that were as dark as the midnight sky. “i dare you.” 

“ Look lady I don’t care enough about you to try and freak you out” he spoke with a roll of his eyes,  she looked like she should still be inc school with how young she was.letting his mind wonder back to his UA days and how much he missed some of his classmates...  one in particular but he wasn’t going to focus on that now  .  Turning to face her he let out a low huff “ look you like a strong wind would kill you. Can you show me where this is? “ 

– the resurrected lord had known violent men for the entirety of his life. in fact, during the most traumatizing period of it, a man had castrated him. he’d dismembered a little boy for no reason other than his own demented satisfaction. and that was a burden that VARYS would carry with him for as long as he ended up living in w e s t e r o s. he picked himself up though– he managed to rise in political ranks, despite the fact that his blood did not support his newly acquired, high status. it was because he was CLEVER– it was because he was consistently thinking ahead of his enemies, old and new. it was because he made sure that he was connected– that if he was violated, then his LITTLE BIRDS would ensure that the right information was released on his assailants. he would ensure that they BURN, just as he had. “you should not make threats that you are incapable of carrying out, son,” the baldheaded male advised calmly, meeting the other’s gaze soon thereafter. “it isn’t WISE for you. you could end up interfacing with someone far more powerful than you may realize now, in the present.” 

“is that how you always address a LADY, sir?” the redheaded mother demanded to know. although she’d been reared not to challenge male authority, she frequently did, and she did it with great confidence. after all, she’d told the men of her world something as often as she could manage– that a woman could rule as wisely as any man. but she often neglected to add the part that she believed in even more vehemently– that a woman was capable of running the world b e t t e r than most men. after all, society favored the man and all of his softness– it did not challenge his proclivity to be in charge. but men were given everything– and all that catelyn had ever known was the reality that the world took from women. it provided them with little, and yet, they continued to rise– like the glorious forces of nature that they were. “do mind your tongue. i am the risen wife of a LORD, and the mother of kings and queens. i can ensure that you mind your mouth in more severe manners, should you prove it to be necessary.” 

With a roll of his  eyes  he turned and faced the women , “ I ain’t scared of my own mother what makes you think I will be of you?” Katsuki was not in the mood for this hag, his head killed and all he wanted was to find his room and settle in for the night..... then try  and find someone he knew here.” Look I don’t have time fir this?  Do you know where this is” he shoved  the map at her and pointed to the place her thought he had to go.

Oikawa just laughed at the threat, adjusting his bag over his shoulder. “My face is too pretty to blow off,” he said with a chuckle and a wink. “You looked lost. I thought I could offer some help.”

Katsuki groaned and rolled his eyes, “right well you can make your self useful  and tell where t he hell this apartment building is “ he jabbed a finger  at the map and showed the shitty haired idiot. “ See it? Good no spit out so I can get out of here”.