#numbertwosimpbait

Enji looked to the younger hero, the pinch in his brow lessening. The drink in his hand swirled as he moved his wrist, the ice floating clinked together slowly.

“That’s not true, you know. Not everyone likes it better when heroes are always smiling. I always thought that idea was bullshit.” A small sip from his drink was enough to burn the lining of throat. 

~*♡*~

God... why was this birdbrain number two? He just seemed so... damn she didn’t even know how to describe it. He just rubbed her the wrong way.

And now being in the same area as him? Oh god that rubbing was going the wrong way even more now.

A flick of her finger sprang out against his wing.

"Uh, that's good, right?" Kid logic. It made no sense to Shouta. Actually, he didn't have much experience with little tykes, so most things they did flew under his radar. At least, this one behaved fairly well, unlike some snot-nosed brats.

A new tactic was needed. Changing gears, he said, "My name is Aizawa Shouta. What's yours?" A last name might help in locating the kid's family. If anything, it would be good info to turn over to the authorities if he had to go that route.

#this was posted bc of Squawks wasn't it#you can be honest#I wasn't even really trying