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UNPROMPTED! / @putrescencx

Easier said than done, but Izuku nods anyway. There is always the right and wrong time for honesty, and with Shigaraki, he figures it's better to keep his thoughts to himself.

Even (especially) if he can't make the other this kind of promise. "Right," he hums instead, no definite responses. "Anything else you need while we're at it?"

@putrescencx said:

"no harm in whats about to happen. "

「And even so, I can't imagine that I'll be too upset with what will transpire。」

ㅤㅤㅤHAWKS  WOULD  NOT  BE  THEN  RESPONSIBLE  for  the  utterly  inane  series  of  chirps  and  vaguely  salacious  sounds  coming  from  behind  shigaraki's  closed  door. 

@putrescencx asked: " please go the opposite direction." For Hari!

He knew that raspy voice even without glancing underneath the figure's drawn black hoodie. He'd heard it well enough for his own liking with not so subtle desires to never hear it again.

THERE  IS  SOMETHING  SO  INTRINSICALLY  DANGEROUS  about  being  within  touching  distance  of  tomura  shigaraki  -  something  even  more  so  about  being  pressed  to  him.  but  hawks  had  long  since  learned  to  enjoy  the  perilous  descent,  the  sheer  drop  into  the  murky  waters  of  unsurety  below  -  for  nothing  with  a  man  like  tomura  was  ever  sure.  the  winged  hero  had  seen  it  in  action,  the  villains  propensity  for  being  both  gentle  and  cruel,  unpredictable  but  conniving.  there  was  a  reason  he  had  earned  the  loyalty  of  so  many  -  had  managed  to  stay  alive  for  so  long,  and  hawks  was  not  immune  to  the  ill-begotten  leader's  utter  magnetism.

raptor  bird  practically  chirps,  luxuriating  in  the  basked  attention  with  nothing  short  of  bliss.  he  paints  a  rather  lovely  picture  upon  shigaraki's  lap,  nestled  comfortably  enough  upon  his  thighs.  taloned  fingertips  curl  into  villain's  broad  shoulders,  and  hawks  lets  loose  an  almost  undetectable  coo,  as  those  cool  lips  trace  his  shapely  jaw.  around  them,  the  full  expanse  of  his  wings  shiver,  flaring  wide  before  twitching  in  delight.  as  tomura  bathes  him  in  more  kisses,  what  had  begun  as  a  heady  makeout  session  devolves  into  something  slower  -  as  if  hawks  finds  himself  unable  to  entice  the  same  sort  of  roughness  he  would  out  of  most  of  his  espionage  queries,  as  if  he  likes  shigaraki  better  this  way  -  dangerously  gentle  so  he  can  be  gentle  back...

" Aha ...❤︎ That you've heard of me is enough. I guess I must be kinda famous or something , huh ? "

queue  hawks  glancing  down  at  his  burner  phone  and  wondering  if  shigaraki  got  the  wrong  number. oh well, he definitely texts back.

[  SMS  ] TO  :  HAPPY  FINGERS [  attached  img.jpg  ]

AFTER FIVE YEARS IN THE U.S., ORION RETURNED to a world on fire.

he was warned that things were terribly chaotic in japan, that it was the epicenter of the veritable earthquake rippling through the globe. even THE TOWER is rattled — and for the leader of an international crime syndicate, the one who remains calm even in their most violent moments, that is saying something. even though seph isn't around to translate their fearless leader's microexpressions for him, he can tell that they fear losing two hundred years of built-up power and stability. all of their steadfast connections to world leaders. all of their agents, spread out into the populations of almost every country. their operations, their plans for the future. it could all go up in smoke.

and in truth, some deep, shameful part of him hopes that it does. he hopes this war destroys the unseen. he has never forgiven the tower for ripping his sister's arms from her, for taking his eye and binding the both of them to the unseen forever.

it is this part of him that compelled him to answer the anonymous invitation to talk. no one knows — not the tower, not his coworkers. if he disappears tonight, they will have no idea why. it could very easily be a trap. it could be one of the unseen's rivals, drawing out their agents one by one to kill them off. it could be seeking information. it could be offering a deal. it is a bad idea, he knows — hell, shouta would kill him for this — but what has his life come to over the last three years? half-empty with his twin torn from him by her own monstrous spiral, performing criminal acts for an organization he hates? what's left of him? when he looks in the mirror, he isn't sure.