#fireflythief

Good job, Hero, who forgets their keys when they sneak out at night? Yeah, I’ll bet Best Jeanist has to call a locksmith every day. Jackass.

It was easy to wrap himself up in his own head, frustration mounting from his fruitless efforts, and he didn’t hear shoes on the sidewalk until it was far too late to make himself look innocent. Because why else would he be crouched out there in front of an apartment building past midnight unless he was up to something shady?

“Hey, I know how this looks.” Shinsou couldn’t see anything save for their shadow against the streetlights in the distance but hopefully a quick explanation would save him a bit of trouble. “It’s my bike, I just lost-” left, stupid “- the key. ‘M not stealing it.”

“Eh? Who is it?”

    “My precious Nomu~. Nomu, come out here~,” the man sang out. A large dark creature came from behind him, looming over him.

    Nomu looked to the girl, gritting his jagged teeth. “Hhhh.... hhhhh.... helloo....” the Nomu voiced the best he could.

Horrific Headcanons part 2

😪 Name one thing someone could say or do to make your muse cry.

izuku has a pretty tough outer shell. it’s really hard to make him cry , but very easy to piss him off. it all depends on how deep in a certain discussion you’re in with him. maybe something about his father , or bringing up a horrid moment that triggers his trauma. but that also depends on where you take it.

      - She don’t fucking need to steal         To survive you big wanker!-

     Florence gazed around the school. He could SMELL death. He took a whiff of the air, and followed the scent of it. No one else might be able to tell, but someone was going to die. He went on all fours and stopped near a street. There was a teen on the phone, who just walked out into the street where an oncoming truck was rolling down the road.

    No one seemed to be able to see the massive monster. He was on duty, so he chose to be invisible to anyone else but the dead... or special people.

     “Poor boy... but such is life,” he muttered. He was unaware that a someone was nearby... that could see him.

     The car hit the boy, sending him flying. The truck came to a halt and the driver ran out to care for the boy. Florence slowly went to the dying boy and manifested his large scythe out of thin air. He tore out the boy’s soul, a colored body came from it, a lavender, but looked like the boy being see through.

    “You are dead,” the grim reaper said to the boy. “Sadly, you could not learn from your lesson, but now you have a new place to be.” He raised his scythe and brought it down on the spirit, sending him off into the after life.

There was a very determined looking young woman staring him down, and he was doing his very best to ignore the look. It seemed like she wanted something, or to at least get him to come over. But he was just trying to eat his lunch in peace. He already didn’t talk to people at lunch, he wasn’t sure why she was staring at him.