#cankerous

@cankerous​​​

he unceremoniously throws a brightly coloured box at ochako. upon closer inspection, it's revealed to be a brand new switch, in pink, to match her and, in his words, "roundness." the print on the box denotes that it's one of those deluxe editions, bundled with animal crossing and mario kart.

"starting now, you're .. going to learn how to play ... this is your priority mission.. then .. you're going to play with me. got it?"

it's not exactly a paycheque for her service in the league, but it's, uh, something.

     Her body almost fell from the stool as she leaned to catch the box. An intrigued look went from his face to the box at her hands before she finally turned it, pinkies always raised as usual and mouth dropping ajar the more she processed the information both her eyes and ears took. 

     “What?” It was a rhetorical question, but her gaze went to him again. He was serious about that, wasn’t he? He didn’t look like one to joke. Ochako failed to comprehend his reasons to gift her so suddenly when she hasn’t done much for them yet.

Shigaraki gives him an unamused look, as though Dabi was the greatest, walking idiot there was. Except there was a touch of fondness because the pyro was HIS idiot, and part of the League, so that helped him not lash out on him. Instead, he curls towards him, like a cat that has found a particularly warm spot as he rests his head on his shoulder, looking at the game screen as an excuse to do that.

“You have to neglect them.” he says simply, as though he was talking to a complete beginner. “– Think of it like .. they have an invisible … interaction meter. What you’re doing.. is keeping that from hitting zero. So you just gotta stop talking to them .. stop visiting … don’t do any of their tasks .. and eventually they’ll move out.”

He squints down at the screen, taking stock of his island, though mostly listening to the calming, soothing music.

“Didn’t take you as an Animal Crossing guy …” he murmurs. “… You want to play with me?”

Dabi refrains from making a comment when he feels Shigaraki curl up next to him, more than likely trying to steal his body heat as Dabi felt his chin dig into his shoulder. He lets the action slide considering Shigaraki was actually being helpful by answering his question, although he wished it involved inflicting violence upon the unwanted resident. 

“Just ignore the fucker huh? Easier said than done.” He grumbles, sliding the analog stick to move his character around, passing a house with trash littering the space and a moat surrounding it, a small blue hamster trapped within and looking agitated. “Fuck you Rodney.” He hisses, passing up the creature before tuning back to Shigaraki.

If Dabi is in any manner surprised by Tomura’s outburst and consequent aggression over his resurgence, not a trace of it shows on uncanny features, even when he is promptly shoved back and pinned with the threat of a single touch that would disintegrate him. Instead, Dabi’s head tilts as his lips quirk into a grotesque grin, staples stretching with the action as a puff of steam exhumes itself from his mouth this way. 

Of course, surely his ‘boss’ could feel the heat emanating from him, the latter having been quite active with his quirk as of late, and even just earlier had left a field of charred corpses in his path.

There’s something inside that curls sadistically within him at the traces of concern that can be dug out within the aggression of Tomura’s words, and it feels Dabi with a manic sort of glee, something that he wants to drag out in the open and bury beneath his heels. Concern? Worry? His presence being missed in any capacity? A foreign mixture of gestures that Dabi had thrown away to his past, as even then he hadn’t truly felt them.

“Aww, you miss me or something?” He goads, eyes blazing with manic intent, heart beating rapidly in his chest from not even having settled from the euphoria of death from earlier, and now once again his instincts were being tested. To burn or not to burn...Of course, when he is much calmer and more level headed he would begrudgingly accept that he didn’t want to torch Tomura.

“do not be hasty, Tomura Shigaraki.” Kurogiri remained calm and collected. He wasn’t meddling – as much as Shigaraki and Spinner may have believed he was. Was he concerned? Absolutely. This was going to get in the way. This was going to distract Tomura from their end goal. He didn’t want to imagine that everything that they had been working towards. All the hard work that they had put into this – that AFO had appointed him to help Shigaraki achieve – was going to be discarded all for some frivolous romance.

Such a concept was entirely alien to him. The closest he could even scrape to imagine was romance or bonding systems in some elaborate RPGs that he’s grinded out. It felt like the day he met his older twin all over again -- overwhelmed and blown away by the sheer differences and progress.

“Who .. the hell ... would fall in love .. with your ugly mug?” he ends up teasing, mainly because they shared the same face, albeit with some changes due to their age difference. Still, he’s a little in awe, giving him a little nod of respect.

“... Nice .. You’re unlocking ... the ultimate social feat, huh..? Platinum trophy..”

@cankerous​

      “Yeah, married. At the end of December. We’re getting married in Hawaii,” he replied, tucking his hands into his pockets.

    The male showed a lopsided grin, “I wonder the same. I have asked her how she could fall in love with my ugly mug. She just tells me I’m handsome and she would want no one else... It’s amazing...”

@cankerous​ whispered:  ❛ i wonder which will get you killed faster: your loyalty or your stubbornness? ❜ from shiggy (@cankerous) !!

MEME

{ ♪ } -- She’d been pulled from what she was doing. Her small, illegal clicnic barged into and her safety compromised. As the upcoming healer for the hero side, she couldn’t say she was entirely surprised that the other side had garnered some interest in who she was and what she was doing. She certainly didn’t help herself by opening her clinic and offering her services to those considered to be ‘villains’. 

     Ruby gazes met and she sighed, shaking her head. At this point, she wasn’t particularly afraid. More annoyed and tired. It wasn’t so much that she had confidence she would get through this unscathed, but more so that she was prepared to be hurt.