#decayman

Hawks had been a traitor. His friend. The man they'd accepted into the fold. Dabi had been against Boss Shigaraki meeting with Keigo, so Jin had taken it upon himself to get to know the winged professional better, decided to trust him due to his past. A child soldier, trapped in a gilded cage that offered him no freedom or autonomy to fly. And what had he received as thanks? Nearly dying at the very hands of his new comrade.

"Not again-" the blonde breathed, gripping at the sides of his temples hard enough to hurt, hard enough to leave bruises from the pressure.

"I had to... I had to trust him, because I felt bad for him... The way everyone kept their distance from the guy, looked at him like he was one step away from turnin' tail and running. It sucks when nobody trusts you, how sad is that when nobody will believe in you? It hurts!"

He grit his teeth and shut his eyes, strained the muscles in his face until he saw all sorts of bursts of dark colors beneath his eyelids- Anything to erase the image of Keigo's cold, emotionless glare focused on him, so alien and unnatural compared to the easygoing and jovial warmth he thought he knew.

Jin can already feel the tears, he'd always been the crybaby of the group- Emotions far too strong and wild to ever keep in check. But at least his tears were genuine. This was pain- REAL pain squeezing and twisting at his heart, making weight like a massive stone bear down against the pit of his stomach.

"He... lied to me. All the stuff we talked about- The stuff we had in common, was any of it real? That sob story about being used by the Hero Commission... was that his clever little alibi, wantin' to 'fly free' without bein' trapped under their thumb- HUH?!"

The blonde makes a cross between a terse bark of laughter and a bitter sob, lower lip trembling as they pull back from his teeth in a haunting grin.

"He calls himself a HERO? That scum... That TOTAL FUCKING DIRTBAG!" Jin bellows, fiery surges of anger flaring up between the hiccuping gasps for air as his nose became stuffy.

"They don’t understand. None’a them understand what it's like to be thrown to the wolves- All us downtrodden folk... Him and all the other pros, they all look down on us! Without a care in the fucking world, without so much as a second thought... they just trample the rest of us so far down into the dirt, I can’t stand it-”

He presses his face into the the hem of Shigaraki’s cape, prostrating himself before the newly reborn Symbol of Destruction’s feet miserably. His fingers claw gently into the soft fabric, holding onto it like a lifeline. 

His leader. His Master. His God.

“Hey! It’s your birthday? Why didn’t you tell me, man?” 

* @decayman​ said: Tomura flops down on top of Dabi and makes himself comfortable, nosing into his partner's neck. "You're warm," he sighs, very much stating the obvious. A silent 'I love you' shines through his words.

                                                   RANDOM ASK. / ALWAYS ACCEPTING.

* @decayman​ said: I don't remember how I initially came to follow you on your Itachi, but I remember noticing the depth of your portrayal and the emotion you would bring out in your writing. I genuinely enjoyed our threads. It's still funny to me that we found each other again in this fandom, but I follow you for the same reasons I did then. Your writing is very deep in the sense of it ringing with meaning, and your passion shines through so clearly in everything you do. Oh, and I love you, obviously ;)

                                             TELL ME WHY YOU FOLLOW ME / ACCEPTING.

* @decayman​ said: ✂ = threatening them / Daiki

                                                         SYMBOL. / NO LONGER ACCEPTING.

Daiki knew how serious this situation was as soon as he recognized the man before him. Anyone would call him stupid for helping a villain, but then again, how should he have known? Though, even with the knowledge now that this was Shigaraki before him, green depths gazed into crimson. Daiki could feel the fear crawling along his back, the fear of leaving his sister behind, all alone, but in a situation such as this, the midnight haired male knew, it was stupid to run, stupid to do any sudden movements. Which was why, he simply stood there while allowing the man before him to have that deadly hold on him.

    “  What will you gain from killing me ?           You think by me knowing, who you are,           would change the fact that           I would desire to mend your wounds ?  “