#electrostaticus

♫ – “no, sorry. fortunately for you, being stupid isn’t terminal.” an attempt at keeping things light, despite the worry she felt seeing him this way. his heartbeat was far from calm (she could hear it well enough just from here), but at least it wasn’t weak, either. that didn’t make his condition less concerning, but she knew he wasn’t dying.

her leather jacket was slipped from her shoulders and immediately folded neatly to slide under his head. his wounds were still an issue, but she felt better knowing he was just slightly more comfortable.

@electrostaticus

Yamada Hizashi was proud of his little boy. He found the child after one of his escapades, alone and crying. Now, Hizashi was a villain, but he wasn’t evil. He wasn’t going to leave a child to die, so he just kidnapped him. A little minion to have, a partner in crime, a son. Being a villain was fun and all, but it could get lonely sometimes. Now though? Now not so much. 

And what luck he had on this boy! He was strong, his quirk perfect for evil acts. Dinky was quite a joy to have around too, so that was a plus. Actually, Yamada had grown quite fond of the boy, which is odd. Yamada- Banshee- didn’t make connections. He was evil, he was a villain- one of the best- and he was known, or wanted to be known, for not caring about a damn thing. But here he was, here his little Dinky was, ruining all that.

Perhaps it’ll be worth though.

“Does it look like some sorta trick?”

Touya just kinda....leans against the door frame and slides down into a slumped position. He takes in some shallow breaths, his hand coming up to hold the area that his ribs were located. 

“Guess he broke some ribs.”