#herodecay

halloween starters.

never before had he thought of eri as a baker, but it felt almost too cruel to refuse. especially after she had been so kind as to offer. picking up one of the cookies, he made sure to inspect it – looking it over for any burns, or signs of being undercooked. once the dessert seemed to pass inspection, kouta popped it into his mouth in one single bite. chewing it, his expression remained the same – hardly fitting for a young boy just offered some sweets. 

      ❝ it’s not that bad … i guess. ❞ 

          he’s not gonna lie to her; nothing is going to turn out right, and she’s unsafe as hell, but at least they took chisaki’s most important part of the plan away from that crazy motherfucker. shigaraki watches her from his perch on a rusted stool, sees the slight tremor in her shoulders, the way she flinches at every noise... something about that reminded him of how HE acted, a long time ago, when there was no one he could depend on.

              it had been a week since eri had been rescued from the yakuza and her father, a week of dealing with the injuries sustained during the numerous fights and the backlash that came with taking down an organization. the heroes had worked as hard as they could to handle it, though most found themselves away from their offices or agencies and unable to take care of the girl. fatgum had volunteered to watch over her, making a place for her in his apartment and bringing her to his office when he needed to go in. she was lying down along the couch in his office at the moment, seemingly comfortable and asleep. fatgum got up from his desk to drape a blanket over her, smiling down when her eyes opened and she looked up at him. “ how are you doing?? ”

she’s worth more than 3 :/