#captiivcs

"Hey, kid. Mic leavin' ya here for the day?" Snipe peered down at the child in front of him. It wouldn't be the first time he had been in charge of watching someone's kid while they were busy teaching. Thankfully, it was his prep hour- meaning he had plenty of time to attempt to get Mustard to feel more comfortable in their current setting.

the sudden noise of rapping on the door made the sandwich man jump from his spot on the couch.  it was in the middle of the night ,  possibly in the early morning —— and hardly anyone came over for a visit in the first place.  chuck paused his video game and sat in silence for a second ,  staring up the staircase and jumping once more when the knocking rang through the house again.  he became wary very quickly.  it was one of two things he could assume was at the door —— the police ,  or that wretched doctor.  the police was a more likely answer ; twobrains never knocked that loudly.  even then ,  he just comes through the basement window nowadays.

he hurriedly made his way upstairs ,  convinced his mom wasn’t awake and didn’t really want to have to deal with her tired self.  though ,  that hope was kind disappointed as he opened the basement door and saw her already making her way to the front door.  they sort of exchanged worried glances as she went and unlocked the door ,  opening it cautiously ,  but then swung it all the way open for chuck to see as soon as disbelief swept her face.

“  tobey ?  ”   chuck furrowed his brows ,  his body released his tenseness and he allowed himself to step off the staircase and walk to the door.   “  what’re you doing here ?  i thought - shouldn’t you be asleep or something ?  ”

all this searching & acting was honestly so much of a hassle, but a responsibility he held on his own shoulders. having not only found but spent so much time with his mark, it was truly just his luck---if only there was time to get away, that is. away with her, & with a proper reason. a tactful way to go about this. 

all this time, the “antidote” of sorts hadn’t been completed, but now it was only in its beta stages. touya offered himself up as the test subject, but since the quirk injection never having manifested in him like the others had, they had to go with the horibe kid, against touya’s better judgement. he hated seeing kids being used a guinea pigs, but if it was the only way... laurel said there had been a break through recently... something positive, so if now was a good as any a time to act...

dabi sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose in irritation, his breath coming out as puffs of white fog in the chill air outside---then he noticed toga outside. maybe...

he glanced around, strained his ears to hear any sign of anyone nearby. no one. good. he approached.

Shihai crossed his arms and peered off to the side, purposely not looking at Kinoko. "Sure," he replied, sarcastically. "That was an accident. I really believe that." The taller boy frowned, eyes closing momentarily. Part of him wanted to take Kinoko's word for it. The other part said distancing himself was the safest option.

It had been a long time since Kakeru had felt genuine rage. He was so angry that he wasn't sure what to do with himself. On one hand, he felt it was unfair to be so upset with Suki, but on the other? She hadn't told him that his baby brother was still alive. That he had been dumped after an accident. Of course, he was even more angry with his parents, but they weren't the ones standing in front of him.

Buruzuai steepled his fingers and let out a deep sigh. He stayed very still for a moment, until he shifted to press his palms against the eyes of his mask. "Yeah," he finally huffed, closing his eyes. Thirteen was a good friend. He was lucky to have them.

"You did?" Juzo felt mild excitement build up in his chest. What could Kinoko have made? He clicked his teeth together excitedly. "That's really nice of you, Komori!"