bi·o·haz·ard (n)

At the moment, Twice had just been sitting in the corner, his eyes zeroed in on the opposite wall but both were hazy and unfocused. He was there physically but in a whole other world in his head. He had been been zoning out like that for about an hour now and the mask dropping into his lap startled him back into reality like a solid swing sledgehammer to the head. He looked up at the child, his face still blank as his mind caught up with what the other had said. Once the words finally register his face morphs into a large excited grin.

“Of course I want to come!” He jumps up with an excited shout and looks the mask given to him over, turning it in his hands and messing with the buckles on the back. “What do I need this for though?” He waves it about for a few seconds, dangling it on one finger and spinning it around.

“I already have my own mask.”

        mustard bit back a sigh - the man was already very high-energy and cheery, and this may end up being something he regretted. explaining it with a faint edge of condescension, he gestured to the mask the man was spinning around recklessly.

        " it's a gas mask. you breathe through yours, yeah? if you aren't wearing that while i use my full quirk you'll be comatose in minutes and need hospitalization. i don't think you need me to tell you why that's not a viable option. so make sure to bring it with you. "

        his own mask obscured any ounce of emotion he may have displayed, but he gave off the distinct air of a teenager rolling his eyes in that moment.

        " it'll be a few days, at least. a week maybe. bring everything you need. " he was quick and to the point, and he hoped beyond hope that twice would just accept it without asking a dozen questions.

            ALTHOUGH HE WAS FREE FROM SHIGARAKI’S GRASP, there was still the thought of losing more by the new leader’s touch if rikiya—or the others—were out of line. it was a threat stemmed from the stress that still burdened him despite finding true liberation, and as long as the thought of meeting fate for acting out was in mind, he couldn’t risk another casualty on another soul. thus, a facade of idolisation called its curtains upon the man’s visage in the form of a neverending grin. and unlike the other little acts he had put on in the past, none were as strained or as forced like this. 

            for now, though, he was at peace ; alone and unburdened by the presence of any of his new comrades. the curtain closes and his true colours seep through the cracks of his eyes, almost pouring out as he pinched the bridge of his nose. then he flinches, hearing the sudden familiar voice of a boy rikiya thought he was finally making progress with. but like his empire, this relationship came crumbling down with it.

           ❝ i needed to do what was necessary to survive—for me and for my people. ❞ he grits his teeth, fists clenching tightly whilst they rested on the armrests of his chair. sparing the younger from making eye contact, the once prideful man stared at nothing but the ground, the events of the festival playing on repeat at the back of his mind. ❝ if shigaraki is smart, then he should also be aware of the fact that i’m attempting to steer away from any conflict. i have no doubt that you’re already aware of that, though. aren’t you, boy ? ❞

        he drums his fingers idly on the cabinet, and though he's marginally less bored when he actually gets a reply, in truth he couldn't care much either way. he's said what he wanted to say, and debates just leaving at this point - but, no, yotsubashi is better to waste time talking to than most, and this conversation at least won't be mind-numbingly dull.

        " he would be stupider than i can comprehend if he turned himself into a tyrant at this point. that would just lead to opposition, dissention, loss of numbers, loss of loyalty. the league doesn't follow him because they're afraid. but he hasn't proven himself to these people yet, they haven't proven themselves to him. "

        the boy drops down, footsteps light in contrast with his unsteady filtered breathing. rikiya avoids his gaze, so he plants himself directly before the man and crosses his arms. he carries a bitter air of poison with him still, forever clinging to his skin, his clothes, his breaths. it's only now the man before him knows the toxin runs deep, to his core, and mustard finds some strange bitterness in the thought.

        mustard isn’t the most engaging partner for jobs, and he knows it. even at the best of times he keeps to himself and seems to disapprove of any attempt at small talk. it doesn’t interest him, and he gets to know enough about his fellow league members just by sitting back and observing, without needing to divulge information about himself in return.

        which is why when shigaraki tells him to find a partner for a days-long mission that has all the potential to be utterly uneventful, twice is definitely not his first pick. the man is soft-hearted, chatty, and overly friendly at the best of times with his comrades; something mustard finds useful in terms of loyalty, but utterly aggravating. but by process of elimination, when it comes down to it, twice is the best option out of those currently at base. he’d rather eat his own mask than spend several days alone with dabi or toga, so twice it is. 

        in lieu of a greeting, he drops a gas mask in the man’s lap.

   dandelion.          scrappy and tough, you’re a pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps kind of person. you don’t give up easily and you often thrive in situations that others would find discouraging. you have an instinct to serve others and see yourself as most useful in times or places of crisis, but you may over rely on your toughness and forget how sensitive you really are.

   peppermint.          unflappable. you are cool in the crisis, calm in the storm, collected amongst the chaos. you’re a breath of fresh air, a waft of inspiration to the down-and-out, a refreshing, inspiring, uplifting person to be around. of course, even a cool cucumber like yourself can run into trouble. you may try to take on too much, which can leave you feeling weighed down and not quite yourself.

   passionflower.          deeply concerned about others and the world around you, you have a developed sense of what’s right and just. you’re a bit of an idealist and strive to see your vision of perfection realized in the world. on occasion you get out of balance, and you may feel a deep sense of unease and be prone to worry—especially at night, tossing and turning over all that is wrong or that needs fixing.

        mustard had done his job, and done it well, and that was the end of the matter as far as he was concerned.

        the boy had spent longer than he cared to keep track of putting on the ‘innocent kid’ act while working to get into the mla’s good graces - only to have most of his work be rendered moot when shigaraki took a fight to the city anyways. he supposed it worked out in the end, and they’d gotten the strength in numbers they needed, but if he were a different man he may have been frustrated.

        still, as he slipped back to the sidelines and watched an unsteady union be formed, he felt nothing but mild disdain for one yotsubashi rikiya. the man had made the right call with his surrender, but to skitter around like a worthless insect was just pathetic.

He looks up from the corpse in front of him , blood freely dripping from his mouth before swallowing the last bit of flesh in his mouth , standing up form his crouched position and straightening up and walking over to the teen .

“ let’s…go..” it’s said in a hushed voice , careful not to be too loud , lord knows what would happen if they got caught . Though it’d probably end up in another meal for Moonfish .

        mustard gives him one quick nod and a once-over, unfazed by the mess of gore covering his companion’s face, before turning without another word and setting a path for home base.

        every one of moonfish’s footsteps is matched with two of mustard’s ; if the boy weren’t as numb as he was he may have been grateful moonfish didn’t simply outpace him, but as is he simply matches stride with the long-legged man.

        mustard reclined against against the cool stone of the brick wall, a barely visible silhouette outlined by a streetlight just out of the view of the alleyway entrance. the red lenses of his mask reflected the light of his phone as he tapped at some mobile game, doing nothing but idly wasting time.

        the cold air was filled the sickening sounds of ripping flesh and cracking bone and the low, steady rasp of his own filtered breaths. the teen barely even reacted to the noise, only glancing up every few minutes to check on moonfish and his ... meal.

        he was standing guard, after all. it wouldn't do to be inattentive.

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