#convixtions

    Dabi didn’t often take walks for pleasure. He usually only ever left the hideout for supplies (well disguised), or ‘work’. Today wasn’t really a usual day, though. 

     Any human could only take so much of being stuck in the same building with the same people. He was loyal to this group, and he would fight for any of them, but he could only take so much of the chaos that went on during their down time. 

     A little bit of time outside would do him well. He wasn’t straying out too far, and with the location of their hideout, he wasn’t too worried that anyone was going to report him to a hero- that was good. It meant he didn’t have to bother covering his burns and- 

     He froze. Across the street, walking just a bit ahead of him- he knew her immediately from the bright red hair with the white streak. Atsuko? What was she doing out here? ... Had she finally decided to ditch their father as well? It would be easy to catch up to her- ... though, he doubt she would recognize him under the black hair, burned skin, and stitch like piercings. He shoved his hands into his pockets and waited for her to to move ahead a bit before crossing the road. He’d see how she acted, and wait for an opportune moment to approach. It would be simple. 

     Or, it was supposed to be.

     He didn’t expect to see a somewhat familiar face- a low level thug who was barely skilled in much of anything except driving a blade into someone’s side and taking whatever looked valuable from them. His foot steps quickened almost instinctively- whatever his feelings toward their father, he did still care for his siblings, and his sister was not going to be stabbed in front of him.       The blue light from his fire reflected off the other man’s knife a moment before it impacted him and sent him running away in panic, like the coward he was. And then... 

     He looked at the girl and smiled, realizing a moment too late that might be too scary. He didn’t have a very cuddly appearance, after all. 

They just kept running into one another. At least Inasa liked her well enough, she was much more polite than the rest of the family members that he'd met so far. It was just funny that it was in a situation like this! Inasa understood the irony that a man as tall as him was bent almost triple to rummage around in the bottom of the vending machine. Sure, his arms were absolutely too thick to reach up into the guts of the machine, but that didn't stop him from trying. "No, no, I insist," He huffs, wiggling his fingers in an attempt to catch the half-fallen packet of chips, "You paid good money for this, we have to get it out!"

“You know, Fuyumi is gonna get on you if she smells the smoke on your clothes again.” 

{ john mulaney: kid gorgeous   → sentence starters for @convixtions ! }

“hello tol,” she mused.’

“Playing games today?  Not studying, now you’re speakin’ my language.”

Sitting himself down next to the girl, he leaned over, hovering his head over her shoulder as she played.  “So what are you doing?  Fighting?  Loving?  Both maybe?”

// ATSUKO SCREAMING IN THE BACKGROUND