#herotten

❝ you… ❞ the pronoun directed towards the analyzer was unneededly dragged, as if something else was suppose to come after it, but didn’t. knowing that she wouldn’t want other to do the opposite for her, the proclaimed villain kept a small space between them, arms distance.

was she trying to gather the courage to tell what was on her mind? of course not. he appeared to be weaker than her, and therefore nothing that she couldn’t handle. what caused her hesitation, then? she was trying to find the right words to use. though, in the end, she didn’t really care at all. ❝ your eyes are different from theirs. ❞

theirs —— the other members of the league of villains. they’ve asked her to join them once or twice before, and she coldly declined each offer. her goal differed from theirs. ❝ boy… is your alliance with them against your will? ❞

I CAN’T しぬ| |    

Settling dust, and his mind was ablaze, as soon as hellish crimson reflected that which was worse than the most pungent sore on his heavenbound gaze.      (THAT WHICH WAS THE LEAST AMAZING OF THEM ALL.) And still dared to insinuate he was anything less than a drop of freshly squeezed bullshit on his path to glory - nah, it wasn’t even an insult worth a petty fight at this point.                  THIS WAS GOING TO BE A FULL BLOWN MASSACRE.

Each ripchord muscle seized against its bearer’s insistence on forcing his physical attributes to such intense heights - after all, his Quirk did very little for his actual strength and reflexes, those were the noble beast’s own hard-won bounty.      Glistening ivory was suddenly the forefront of a previously enraged visage, a dazzling crescent that promised nothing but a ready scaffold - his clenched jaw the noose.

            (Because that’s what a hero did - remember that, you useless rat?) (A HERO FACES EVEN THE SMALLEST, MOST INSIGNIFICANT WALL WITH A SMILE.)

                 “Yeah - yeah - YEAH - I FUCKING GOT IT, DEKU.     You’ll talk an’ talk and talk’, an’ somehow, through those dirty little tricks a’ yours,           yer’ gonna show me, right?                    TOO FUCKIN’ BAD, YA’ WANNA KNOW WHY YER’ GONNA DIE?”

He wasn’t an idiot - the heroic horror made no progression, instead, a vibrant palm was raised, crackling with heated chemical reactions - charging ahead at this point.. why else would a quirkless dragonfly nymph just STAND THERE, in the face of superiority?

      (IT’S BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO GUTS.) (Even though we looked up to the same person, you lost your shit.)             (Maybe it’s best if I just take out the trash now - even with a fucking Quirk,          your lame ass wouldn’t have made it.)

Idle thoughts.... and he almost sighed, perhaps due to the familiarity of the features somewhere under the weak-willed insanity that flailed before him.            The enraged prodigy remembered.... footsteps, behind him, footsteps and an irritating voice far more suited to heroism than his.

“BECAUSE COMPARED TO MINE, YOUR ASPIRATIONS ARE WORTHLESS.       I AIN’T LOSIN’ TO A COWARDLY SHIT-STAIN that runs crying to the biggest dick in the area the moment it looks like they might get pushed around.             THAT’S WHY YOU’RE BELOW ME.”

it’s ok im the fake one apparently

      who cares about names? not kirishima.               all he cares about is whether or not they’re a hero.

   he isn’t sure who the person on the ground is, all he knows is they had the name pro-hero associated with them. what gave them to right to waste their lives saving people they don’t even know and leave their loved ones behind? nothing did. 

             all he sees is red as he slams their face into the concrete, both if his feet digging into the ground it starts to crack around him. there’s blood spatter on the ground and dirtying the dark boots on his feet but he doesn’t care. let the blood form a river and flow into the streets, for all he cares. he wants them to know another hero has been killed. another blow and the head of the hero meets the concrete. from the damage he’d already sustained it’s very unlikely that he’s even still alive, but red riot doesn’t take the time to check if he’s breathing; instead, he uses both hands and snaps the neck of the villain without even batting an eye. 

ohai, i love request!!! :3 

“fucking move, deku.” 

WORDS spat with as much annoyance as he could muster ( read: quite a lot ) bakugou kicked at the shorter boy. not making contact, but close enough to be a solid warning. having been lectured at least a fucking hundred times by his teachers at the u.a about ‘not getting violent with civilians’ katsuki wasn’t about to let deku of all people make him endure another one. especially when he’d been on such a solid streak of not seeing the little bastard. 

BUT here he was, blocking the stairs up to their apartments on the one day that bakugou was actually carrying shit. what a dick. his moms ice cream was probably melting & who was she gonna get pissy with? Katsuki.  

that means black’s ur mom tho ;/