#traineraka

hawks has a lot of pockets ( have you seen his belt, good grief ); you’d think they would hold important items for hawks as a pro hero, but that’s not entirely the case. he typically carries around : his phone, a small set of keys, a power bank + charging cord, a permanent marker for fan signings, a handful of band-aids, a protein bar or two, and a multi-tool !

       HE COULDN’T TAKE A BREAK EVEN if he wanted to. he’s always had to push himself beyond his limits, worked harder than anybody else, in order to stand on equal footing with those who possessed a semblance; to get STRONGER. 

he can’t rest, doesn’t comprehend why someone would bother to tell him he should to begin with, as if they’re concerned for him. it’s uncomfortable, too foreign of an occurrence, and leaves him more tense than grateful. he doesn’t need anyone to worry over him.

❝ .. don’t need it. didn’t ask for your input either. what difference does it make to you whether i take a break or not, anyway? ❞

♔┊ Curiosity isn’t a bad thing by any means, but when it accidentally leads you into some sort of secret experimental place and beings you have never seen try to attack you, it can be thought of as bad and the person in this situation was, of course, the ever-curious kamui. Even now when he was almost to his thirties his curiousity was that for a child's, it would drive his siblings insane if they were here but thankfully they weren’t here to dote over him.

♔┊ Perhaps though, if he hadn’t been alone in this moment it would have been better then his lone exploration. He wasn’t sure if he was still being followed as his bare feet pitter pattered over the floor as he rounded a corner and before he knew it he was tumbling onto the ground after colliding with a stranger, a loud “ Shit !” coming out of his mouth as he did so. There was a tad bit of guilt in his body for simply cussing, as he wasn’t one to let such things pass his lips often but he was even more guilty for running full force into a stranger in this place. He quickly hopped back onto his feet and looked at the other, quickly checking on them 

       There wasn’t much to do. He noticed almost immediately that this city was beyond mundane. All his energy was put into trying to figure out where he was (yes, he knew the city’s name and most of it’s mapping but not where in the world it laid) and how he’d gotten there. After a while, he couldn’t find any new answers. Which was worse than when he didn’t know anything.

     Speaking of not knowing anything...

     Mello stood, stock still, as a small yellow rat pranced up to him with its eyes locked on his chocolate bar. It was obvious that it was interested with the way its eyes went wide and glittery in an attempt to convince the blond into sharing. Rather than break off a piece of candy, however, Mello pulled out his squirt gun and aimed it at the rat.

✧ Object Meme –> Accepting!

Kanon stares for a moment, before hugging the pillow. It’s comforting...