Listless and Cynical

send🥛for a drink headcanon

* talk about your muse! || Accepting

Due to the nature of his quirk, Eiichi have a tendency to drink an unhealthy amount of coffee and energy drinks. He doesn’t particularly love it, but that’s something he usually deems necessary for him to use his quirk with the utmost efficiency.

“Not really. It’s my job. If you feel safer keeping your name anonymous, I’ll make sure to screen anyone who may try to look for you.” 

     Had he hurt her?  In what way.  There were many ways.  He loved her once, she believed.  Cherished her being  &&  cared for her.  Deluded along the way;  her mind already attempting to justify his actions in fear of what the truth may be.  Yet, only a smile took her pained  &&  saddened expression.  To speak the truth, would to hurt the family name.  Hurt her son.  She couldn’t.  Nobody could.  Not yet.

      “  Hurt me?  ”  Her voice wavered.  All those times she had once spoke up, none listened.  Not even to her pleas or her frights.  Lesser those who claimed to be her family.  Only she and her children knew.  “  We had our fights as a married couple often do.  I suppose we’d be too perfect of a family if he hadn’t any disagreements.  ”  A truth to hide the truth.

“  I suppose if it’s anything for you; the times we argued we hurt one another.  ”  A lie.  “  Although many of them had started because of him; I - suppose I am no better.  ”  How could she be?  A shakey exhale.  (  She was afraid.  )  “  But he did hurt me.  So, I’m still waiting for the apology and flowers.  ”

There had been neither way to answer.  To tarnish the name  -  To allow the Truth out like it were a mere water amongst the stream.  To bring shame to Enji.  Would all come back to her youngest.  Bring questions to their lost Eldest. 

If, just only.  Had see been such a better mother.  If only.

Eiichi knelt down next to her, his eyes meeting hers, an empathetic expression taking over his usual cold features. He had seen this kind of thing before... this kind of enabling behavior because of some sort of delusion of love one might have. His mother was no different, the difference is that while his mother was complicit in his father’s acts, this woman before him was but a mere victim of her husband, much like their kids. 

“If it’ll ease your worries, I’ll make a note that no information is to be given out if someone comes asking and that anyone asking about you, should be directed to me.” He offered. “You don’t need to. I need to see what they have in the store anyways.”

Feral AU Starter for @languidlightning

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He’s perched high in a tree, curled in his puffed out wings against the chill in the air, watching the man below him. 

He’s looking for him, he knows, heard just enough of the conversation, knows enough of the language to piece it together. The people living here think he’s a wild animal, all because he trampled a few roses and scared their dog, the beast had barked and snapped at him first!

He doesn’t understand it. He’s done no harm, stayed out the way, careful, quiet. He’s not staying long, anyway, but he’d been curious. It’s been so long since he left the depths of the forest, seen humans, other humans, he’s still human, even if sometimes he forgets himself. 

He hadn’t been able to stop the urge to stay and watch, to try in vain to remind himself of being human, watching the small family. 

It doesn’t work, because the gentle, caring domestic bliss they live is something he’s never had. It just feels foreign to him. 

So now, he follows the new face instead. Wonders what he might be able to learn from this one. 

This was supposed to be an easy gig: Just help out a family capture the mysterious creature who scared their dog and destroyed their garden, it was simple enough. If the male had to guess, it was probably a raccoon or a stray dog trying to settle in a new territory.

At least that’s what he thought until he noticed a small clue sitting upon some destroyed flowers in said backyard... it was... some sort of feather? And by the looks of it, too big to belong to a pigeon or a crow.

“...Maybe a honey-buzzard?” Eiichi mumbled to himself as he started to walk through the neighborhood, looking for any sort of clue that might lead him to the creature who did all this.

The man kept walking, and... for a minute he could’ve sworn he felt that someone was following him. Eiichi couldn’t tell who, but he knew that there was someone near him. 

In order to test this theory, Eiichi went to walk away from the neighborhood, going to a more deserted part of the city, just hoping that whoever is following him would keep going. He finally reached an abandoned lot, to which he turned around.

“No and still no. If you’re worried someone is going to come along looking for you, the files are confidential.”

“The answer is a no. But I’m willing to listen to the condition merely because I’m curious.”

“I have to go to the shopping center but I don’t want to.”