#divertedcourse

"Well it definitely sounded urgent over the phone." He allowed for an uncharacteristic frown to cross his features, and nodded as he headed for the couch. He gestured lazily with a hand, indicating for the hero to sit across from him. It was quite a lovely place, if one were to ever be able to see the décor.

Large, perhaps even too much so for just the two of them, but . . . cozy. Loved.

𝐒𝐏𝐘 𝐗 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

"oh, that-- i mean, it--"

she pauses just for a moment, still trying to wrap the situation around her mind when it came to being praised for anything. that sort of thing came with the territory of becoming a hero. and even with who her parents were as people, it wasn't like she never heard those kinds of words at all-- it was just . . . different, in this context.

she finally relents with a half shrug and smile, her ear cords dangling and slowly recuperating.

He’d been fixated on something else entirely when the sudden noise grabbed his attention. He probably had better things to be doing but it was an alley– and he’d seen a cat around here before. He was pretty sure. Sho was careful in his approach to where he thought the possible cat had gone, though this seemed off… Weird. He was about to pass by when he felt a strange urge to look with a little more effort and– “Oh.” The word fell out simply. Maybe a little disappointed. “You’re not a cat.” Truly, he was a modern Sherlock Holmes. He backed away a bit to give the boy space. “Are you okay?” He seemed scared…

What?

Out of all the responses he would've expected, that definitely was not one of them. Why would-this is a hero, not, not . . . animal control or a humane organization. Why would he be expecting a cat rather than some common street rat? Silver himself could hardly be the first person the man had found in an alleyway, hell, he could hardly be the first that night!

Are you okay?

Silver fell back onto the palms of his hands, and scooted just another inch more away. Unprepared for the hero to do the exact same, and unsure once again as to why he'd even bother.

@divertedcourse​  asked:

"You may be older, but I have perspective you don't so you should listen to what I have to say if nothing else." He'd already had this talk earlier with a certain hero, what was having it one more time?

"You're being selfish. What you're doing-- this burning yourself out, not setting boundaries, not taking care of your own health and body? You don't care about yourself or what happens to you, but what about your sister who does care? What about the people who love you that watch you destroy yourself because you don't care about yourself?" He hated to be the bad guy, to use the 'cheap shots' but. . .

"Doesn't it kill you? Watching All Might destroy himself more and more every day for a world that won't let him rest? Yet he doesn't and justifies it with excuses-- he's the only one that can save them, he's the one everyone is relying on, people need him. . . Now imagine how Makoto might feel watching you take on more and more and more and not taking breaks even when you're sick and weak and need to rest.  And you use the same excuses."

A breath to stay steady. "What will you do when you ignore your illness in favor of work and it kills you? Whether it's the illness or a criminal, you break and die and leave her behind. Is that worth it? Is leaving her alone after she's watched you destroy yourself for strangers and prioritizing them over her feelings worth it?"

Clearly he wasn't saying to abandon it all, but reevaluate his work-home-health balance. "You're not the only interpol officer in Japan. The fate of everyone is not in your hands. And if that isn't enough, you can't save people when you're dead."

@divertedcourse​​  asked: “How long have you been down here?” (tomura)

// Kidnapped together

Naomasa jolted, jolted by the sudden appearance of the kid. It’d . . . it’d been a while since he’d heard another voice that wasn’t his own nor All For One’s. At least he thought that it had been, given the lack of any real way to tell time in this place. He’d tried counting meals, but they never seemed to come at regular intervals, and one fateful encounter had resulted in him being outright denied one for what had to have been days.

He slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position, palms bloodied as they scratched along the ground. Taking far too long in the dark to really get a good look at who’d paid him a visit, now. He was certain that he’d seen this one around, before, during his investigations.

At . . . UA, was it? Had he seen the teen there? And why was the poor soul thrown down here, now? It would be a whole new low, to go and subject a student to all they’d done to him.

@divertedcourse​  asked:

Heart racing, even just thinking about asking Naomasa any questions while he was here was paralyzing him with fear. No one was around, he was about to leave the school since his talk with 1-A was over, this was his only chance.

He swallowed hard. "I need to ask you something." Regret immediately filled him. Tomura was already scratching at his neck. "Could Interpol protect someone from All For One?" Words were spoken quietly, his eyes not able to meet Naomasa's.

"If someone were in danger from being targeted by him, could Interpol do anything to keep them safe or. . . ?" Or would he just be shit out of luck?

Another meeting about the staff’s suspicions, this time solely between him and the principal of the school. They’d been carefully monitoring all of the students for even the slightest hint of suspicious behavior, but nothing had come up so far. They’d even had a mutual agreement to keep an eye on each other, as it wasn’t any easier for the lot of them to prove their innocence, either. Not without putting their resident detective and police liaison in an incredibly uncomfortable and morally (and quite frankly, legally) dubious situation.

Without probable cause, he had no grounds to be using his Quirk on any of them, and it’d raise instant alarm if he were to go around questioning every last one of them. It was something that Naomasa had been pondering as he left Nezu’s office, nearly bumping right into a student in the process. He hadn’t expected to see anyone around, not at this time of day, but he supposed it was a big place. Being distracted, it was definitely bound to happen, eventually—

Oh. So one that he’d met before, even if he couldn’t quite conjure up the memory of when. Naomasa frowned deeply at the implications of that question, blanching at the way the boy knew that name at all. This . . . this was not good.