Geten just stared at him unblinking. His beedy eyed stare watching the man from a dark abyss that was suppose to be a face, but it was hidden under a thick parka coated hood.

“....You are Girans friend.” Was all he said as he shuffled closer cautiously, voice quiet and eerily devoid of much emotion.

    FUCKIN’ PLACE SUCKS.  it’s no fault of twice’s for waking him. with arms folded across his chest and legs sprawled out over the side of a musty sofa, dabi initially offers little more than a grunt.  ‘ the hell’s he still awake for, anyway ? ’  he considers,  &  allows one arm to slip from his chest, fingers dragging along the ground. not that he expected shigaraki to get them a five star hotel, but this is bullshit.

    “ ——  the fuck are you doin’ moving around this late ? ”  he asks, voice hushed. less out of courtesy and more out of desire not to be bothered by anyone else. the guy’s a bundle of restless energy  at the best of times.  (  now that they’ve to be more cautious about their activities, he supposes, it’s natural he of all people will struggle to adapt.  )  least he could do is go have an existential crisis outdoors.

   The newest League member has managed to find a space of the hideout to herself, with some small semblance of privacy, but even then she isn’t truly isolated.

   When one of the other villains approaches, they’ll notice that the area she’s claimed is FROZEN OVER.   Her buried emotions are spilling over ; coming out in the only way they can, in the form of slick sheet ice that stretches at least a meter or so from where Elsa is sitting.   If any of them doubted the intensity of her Quirk, one look at this pathetic scene will confirm that she is the source of an immense amount of power.

   She’s curled up as small as she can make herself.   Knees hugged to her chest.   A clear look of panic on her face.   Bright blue eyes sparkling with unshed tears as they try desperately to focus on one single spot of the wall opposite her.   If he doesn’t already know, Shigaraki Tomura will very probably be disgusted that his most recent recruit is having a mental breakdown after fighting a single hero.   (   And barely wounding them, at that.   )

   It wasn’t anything like she expected.   In fact, it was so much worse.   Elsa is struggling to keep herself TOGETHER, to keep from shattering into a million little fractals she won’t be able to put back into place.   The fight felt like she was completely out of control.   The hero, coming at her, their face like she was some kind of monster that needed to be stopped.   The sound of their cries when she actually landed a hit is going to echo in her mind like a gunshot for a long time.

   Even when Jin comes closer to her now, she flinches.   Tenses up.           “   Please,   ”    her voice comes out, in a watery tone like a choked-off sob, begging him to stay as far away as he can.   Is he going to touch her ?   Take her hand ?   God, no, he CAN’T.   Her heart is pounding in her chest at the thought of him touching her and her Quirk hurting him.           “   Don’t ... don’t get too close.   I don’t ... want to hurt you.   ”

   She brings her face up from between her knees, shifts her legs slightly — allowing him to catch a glimpse of the injuries she came away from the fight with.   A fresh cut on her temple, the telltale swollen redness of a sprained ankle, the wince with movement that always accompanies bruised ribs.   All that will heal in time.   The pain will fade in a few days, maybe a week.   The obvious anxiety that’s running through her, worn-off adrenaline high, the spike that comes with knowing she’s going to have to fight again, is something she thinks she’ll never be rid of.

BELLUM.   THE DAY I STOP MAKING YOU CRY IS THE DAY GOD STRIKES ME DOWN WHERE I STAND

"You're here! Come, come," Kasumi ushers the man into her apartment and leads him out to the little patio that she had spent the last hour decorating. There's a small table to the side that she gestures to, an array of Chinese takeout dishes, a cold case of beer, "-and most importantly, the cake!"