#burnrite

Skeptic did have work today, but it's difficult to really muster the desire or want to get out of bed when the commander was wrapped around him so adoringly. He huffed, eying the laptop just out of reach and contemplated what to do.

Ultimately he turned around and buried against his chest again, thin arms curling around Shigaraki.

Spots fren.

"Ah, Master."

Wordlessly the nomu reached over to the shelf at his back, selecting the ancient's favourite and pouring it out for him with practiced finesse. He steps around the bar after, because a man like All for One deserved more than basic courtesy.

"Your favourite, as always." He can only imagine how difficult it is to pick out a drink in a sea of infrared image, so he delicately deposits the glass in hand and bows his head in respect.

"Is your visit today business or pleasure?" Or code for: Do I need to drag Tomura out of his room, kicking and screaming, or are you simply seeking a moment of peace?

    AFO gave a faint smile as he came to take a seat in his normal favorite spot at the bar counter. He settled on his stool, giving a faint wave to the man he’d known for decades now. If there were anyone this ancient man called his friend, it was Kurogiri. The only living soul he would give his time and energy to for the pure sake of doing it, not for some sort of agenda as was the case with everyone else.

“Tis good to see you well, old sport. And thank you, you’re so kind~” The elder mused as he took his offered drink. Hah, didn’t even have to ask. Good man. They were still very much in sync with eachother even though the time and months apart. 

@burnrite​  asked: 🤲🏻 or ‘firm’ // sender grabs receivers chin firmly

from Kai :) he's being friendly :)

The moment that Chisaki touched him, he froze, afraid to even flinch away for the damage the man could do. He’d been pushing his luck on his investigation into the Shie Hassaikai, having a hunch that they were up to more than they seemed. It’d bounced around a few detectives before ending up on his desk, none being able to figure out . . . particularly what they were even looking for, and the case would be closed if he didn’t manage to find anything himself.

Yakuza groups had been driven underground for years now, ever since the Japanese government had labeled them as villains and thus subject to to the same laws. The police had accounts and rumors of their dealings, but  hearsay  would never hold up in court. No, even knowing they were Yakuza, they still needed true and insurmountable proof of villainy.

Naomasa had taken a more hands-on approach, surveying their comings and goings round the clock, and digging for any hint of what their Quirks may entail. Not an indication of guilt in and of itself, but . . . if things went down, it certainly paid to know. Just like now, where his heart hammered in his chest at the knowledge that he could be utterly torn apart at any moment. That he only yet lived at Chisaki’s mercy (or whatever else one could call it).

Now, for all Dabi's teasing and pleading, he never expected Tomura to actually follow up through with his wants and desires. So to have him kiss his cheek, no matter how little, left him staring dumbfounded for a moment.

He started steaming -- quite literally, steam vented out from the corners of his lips and from his arms. As he lacked the capabilities to blush, this was the next best thing.

"-- H-hold on now, boss. You can't just say you won't fuck me or give me any sort ov' affection then do that and walk away! Mixed signals!"

    Shigaraki halted and looked over his shoulder. “Well... Maybe I wanted to try something. I can never tell if you’re just saying all the stuff just to fuck with me and tease me and annoy me. Or if you’re actually genuine. So I wanted to test something. And seeing as you have steam coming from your lips, it must have had some kind of affect on you,” Shigaraki commented, looking forward again.

But before she could even take her words back, a finger jabbed her shoulder and she frowned. Chores? She was already tired of doing her own chores! Besides, she'd have preferred to have the loser cook lunch and dinner for the winner for one week. Oh well... "You don't need to tell me twice!" she retorted heated before turning to the 'villains' as they appeared on the battlefield. Her best bet was not to rely on her quirk too much or to take out a large number at once.

Her hands clenched to fists before hearing Bakugo's encouragement to her and she felt a small smirk form on her face. "I'll wrap this up quickly!"

Then, there was the countdown: "3, 2, 1...Start!"

The villains immediately approached in groups and Ochako rushed to the side and touching a tree that grew on the sidewalk. With her quirk, the tree was weightless and twisting around, Ochako swung it at several at once, knocking them away easily. How was this?

“A kiss?”