#hemomimic

Somehow, the scalpel is held nimbly in the ever-changing hands of the warp gate, Kurogiri.

A handkerchief seems to appear in the other hand, revealed at the unfolding of the black mist that enflamed him.

           “  sit still, child. “ He orders, followed by a gentle reach for the younger ones wound.  

         ( .   Quite the mundane - and primitive means.      Allowing for fire arms to ring out in the name of      this performative faux-justice.      ) 

Kurogiri lowers the blade to her palm, shortly examining. He is no stranger to this kind of wound - 

Maeda, could not have been less bereft of ‘common sense’; (the dual factors of the late night and self confidence having temporarily overridden his entire self-preservation instinct). A new individual - sharp teeth bared for just a moment; a grin not unlike a shark seeing it’s prey - and something deep in his hindbrain, the core part of him that absorbed the subconscious lessons life taught to him daily, screamed danger.

He had no quirk to hand. Nor did he have any weapon. Sheer folly in retrospect, but there could be retrospectives when there was safety.

“…”

A moment, as he considered his next steps. To just walk on would be inviting trouble, but to speak back would as well.

In the end, politeness won out.

“I am indeed partaking in a short walk.”

slowly reaches toward the popcorn, also enjoying the fight.

MY HERO ACADEMIA MEME

Threat Starters || still accepting

    ❝You? Kill me?❞ This was one of those punks from the Kamino situation right? Either way, Miruko was unimpressed. Her eyes narrowed, slightly confused on the girls protectiveness over the others from the league, the concept of villains valuing others lives was lost on her. 

    It didn’t matter. She scoffed, as her lips tugged into a sneer. She didn’t exactly want to fight some kid, but she wouldn’t just back off either.

    ❝You need a new sense of humor cause I ain’t laughing. Why don’t you hop along before I get angry and might do something we’ll both regret?❞