#quirkbeat

@quirkbeat​ said: “ you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here. ” ( Ryo to Rappa )

     Letting out a hollow grumble, Rappa eased back into his chair.  Looking Ryo up and down, he tried to determine if it was even worth talking to him.  The police had brought in a steady stream of interrogators and shrinks to talk to him.  To get answers from him about a big number of things.  The yakuza, Overhaul, various crimes; the lists just got longer and longer, and Rappa continued to meet them with complete silence.

    This one though, he looked different.  The others were small, weak looking.  Ones that, were Rappa not being closely monitored through what he could assume was a one-way mirror, he would be able to easily defeat.  This one, this hero, he looked like he could put up a decent fight.

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UM SO ?!?!?!?!  WHO ALLOWED THIS???? TT_TT WHO SAID YOU COULD BE SO KIND TO ME?!

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He stares down at his phone screen, his sister’s contact photo staring up at him as his thumb hovers over the green call button.

Guilt had been eating away at him ever since Shouto had shown up on his doorstep, bleeding and dirty. He knew he needed to tell his sister. They’d both been so worried about Shouto. Keeping his return from her was cruel and he knew it. 

But-

And there was a but. A very valid one, he thought.

But if he called her and told her, she’d tell their father. 

And that- 

That was something Natsuo absolutely could not let happen. 

His guilt won out in the end. He had to tell her and pray she’d listen to reason for once and not tell their father. 

He takes a deep breath, and exhales shakily as he hits the call button on his phone before he could second guess himself even more.

It was going to be fine. It had to be fine. She’d see reason. Their father was not good for Shouto. He wasn’t good for any of them. But Shouto especially. 

“Rappa no–”

"It's too damn hot, get the fuck away from me." Cue Tomura pushing Dabi away from him with his foot.

She tapped the syringe in her hand against the brick wall as she watched.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He was gorgeous, he always was. She loved watching him go about his daily routine which was actually about as far from a set routine as you could get, but that's what made it fun. It was always a surprise, and he never slowed down. Her favourite hobby was disguising herself as a citizen and 'getting in trouble' when he was nearby so he would save her. It was the only way he would talk to her without trying to kill her.

Okay, maybe he wasn't literally trying to kill her, but she was up to twelve 'rescues' so far, and he had never failed her. Of course he hadn't, how could he? He was probably as close to a 'true' hero as any pro could claim.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a small vial, the blood of a woman she had met on the subway. It had been so easy to get her plasma, just a small bump against someone in the crowd and they rarely ever even notice the pinch when she drains them. Not her preferred method, but it was the easiest. She pops the top and drains the vial. Her flesh melts away, replaced quickly by Subway Woman's skin. She shudders once the transformation is done, wishing it was someone else's skin wrapped around her own.

She checked her watch before stepping out from the alley and onto the sidewalk. The bombs she had planted in the grocer across the street would go off in five...

Four...

Three...