#kasouu

how curious.

it's all very peculiar, when considered up close - well, as close as overhaul could viably get. each step forward seemed to garner ten steps back, yet no defensive stance is offered by either party. despite the vacuum like atmosphere between them -                             ( threatening to swallow the oxygen                               out of the room and blow out                               the windows ) there's no real change in the dip of the masked man's jaw, rather ; arms splay to his sides, gesturing at the wide expanse of the compound surrounding them.

" not the miserable type, then. "

instigating from the start is not always the best course of action with villains, but there's always the chance it fires them up. easily antagonized individuals ; so quick to let their guard down, painfully unaware of the ramifications for pledging fealty to an enemy of overhaul’s. pathetic, scurrying little things,             ----            chomping at the bit just to SURVIVE! why bother, why not admit defeat from the first step?

shoulders hunched, legs parted in a way that gives him stability. overhaul's hand brushes over an opposite glove - thoughtful. this man would not strike first, despite coming, presumably, as a messenger from the league? there is much to acknowledge. first, position laxes ; overhaul pulls himself straight, chin lifting, mask pointed directly at the other man like an accusing target. aurous hues watch ever-so-carefully, unblinking, examining.

this is not a man meant to last. literally, as a person tearing at their seams, he, too, appears to be clinging to life - though, in a different way. it's not that heinous, RAMPANT thing that looks so strongly like a cornered tiger ; something much worse than that, a cryptid, urban legend that refuses to die even when the mouths of children stop spreading the story.  staples seem to hold the flesh in bits and pieces, though it doesn't save the raw sinew from the elements -                            ( survival is not PAINFUL for this man! ) not in the textbook sense, anyhow. perhaps nerves were destroyed, or, more interesting, a case of CIPA, or, even MORE intriguing ; none of the above.

after all, that is not the expression of someone concerned with how they are moving. head tilts, processes ticking through his skull ; overhaul's tone only comes forward when he settles his gloved palms into his pockets.

" state your business.    i have no intentions of dirtying my domicile    if i don't have to.    wiping down the blood is getting old ;    i keep having to get my jacket dry-cleaned.    if you come bearing information from shigaraki-san,    then see yourself to a seat -    an agreement with us is an agreement. "

thoughtful pause ; this man may have caught a glimpse of overhaul back then, but a formal introduction it was certainly not -                                       ( shigaraki had been right, however,                                         to consider overhaul a ' big fish '. ) this, overhaul feels, simply will not do. a guest is just that, and who are the ' shie hassaikai ' if not honorable individuals?

@kasouu​ asked: "I don’t love you."   for the angst.

   The heartbreak in her eyes was only equal to the acceptance. Even as tears streaked down her pale face, she but swallowed and nodded. Yes...She had no right to be loved by him. For all her failure, his was the worst. One deserving of his hate. His spite and the lick of his flames. Hollow eyes downcast in shame, and even though she knew he was right...the hurt was unbearable. Weak frail features all but ready to shatter. Her boy, her beautiful boy...what had she done? How could she have been so weak to allow this to happen...?

“...I know.”

There was no apology loud enough. No beg or plead or sob to give her lost son. He whom she still adored and loved even as he looked at her with a deadeye stare. He could kill her right here and now and it wouldn’t change how much she loved him...his hate, she would hold, cradle in her arms as she did him once.

When they were happy...

“I’m...I’m sorry I-...I couldn’t save you. I’m so sorry.”

     @kasouu​ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ: :| // unprompted

     A bell jingles as the door to the bakery swings open, the warm scent of fresh pastries and sugar wafting onto the street as her newest guest enters. No other patrons sit among the handful of seats that are positioned off to the left of the counter, the last having left a handful of minutes ago with their tea and wave. She is wiping down the counter when he arrives, a smile already wide across glossed lips.

      ❝Welcome~!❞

     He looks out of place in a shop like this, scarred and dangerous looking while surrounded by pink walls and cat motifs. The bubbling in her heart is similar to how she feels when another certain regular visits, sticking out like a sore thumb equally as much. Still, the charm of her customers, no matter their appearance, makes them special! She has certainly seen scarier people — larger, monstrous, dare she say villainous looking — and none have given her trouble thus far.

     It doesn’t even cross her mind to think he might be the one to do so.

"Not my most evocative work, but I think I captured your best side."

         Tōya’s arms cross heavy over his chest as he stares up at his mother,  entirely defiant.  So what if it was important to her that he join the family on a walk around the park?  He didn’t want to go!  He had much better things to do with the spare time he had on weekends.  Besides,  it wasn’t as though dad or Shōto were being forced to go with this random whim of hers.  So why did  he  have to?  They were off training,  a thought that makes the pre-teen all the more upset and resistant.  It was a waste of time if he wasn’t doing the same thing.  His scowl deepens as he maintains her eye contact.

         “I don’t wanna go!”  Tōya huffs,  a foot stomped to punctuate his statement.  If he threw a big enough fit,  surely she’d let him out of it.  That was usually how it went anyway.  He,  Natsuo and Fuyumi were ignored unless little Shōto was busy being occupied by dad.  Mom could pretend all she liked but he didn’t want any part of it.

     no  matter  how  hard  she  tries,  anything  she  says  or  does  only  ever  seems  to  be  for  naught.  trying  to  protect  shouto,  trying  to  protect  tōya,  trying  to  spend  time  with  them  all  while  struggling  with  the  forced  separation  &  isolation.  rei  wants  nothing  more  than  for  all  four  of  them  to  be  happy  &  she  tries  everyday  to  do  get  that  for  them,  but  she  knows  that  for  as  long  as  things  are  the  way  they  are,  that  it’ll  only  get  worse.  it  wasn’t  fair  to  them  &  all  she  wanted  to  do  was  to  try  &  fix  that.

     ❛  tōya,  sweetheart..  please..  ❜  rei  lowers  herself  to  try  &  level  with  him,   her  concerned  expression  remaining  clear  as  day  even  as  she  sees  the  possible  oncoming  tantrum.

     considering  how  stubborn  her  eldest  can  be,  rei  knew  it  would  be  next  to  impossible  to  get  him  to  go.  she  will  never  force  him,  but  she  wasn’t  going  to  give  up  so  easily  either.  ❛  fuyumi,  natsuo,  &  i  were  really  looking  forward  to  it.  i  was  going  to  take  us  to  get  some  ice  cream  after.  ❜  it  was  rather  hot  for  summer  coming  to  an  end.  the  little  treat  seemed  like  a  fun  idea  that  she  hoped  the  three  of  them  would  get  excited  for,  but  perhaps  she  was  wrong.  is  really  the  only  thing  left  that  she  could  do  was  plead  for  him  to  spend  time  with  his  siblings  &  mother?

@kasouu ||​ how endearing.