#ucnescere

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 !

💙 slow burn 🌦  enemies to friends 🔪 friends to enemies ❣️  enemies to lovers 💘 friends to lovers

                         beep beep!! so how’m i handling hawks??

ohshitohfuck. hang on i gotta just.

caffeine, taurine, and b vitamins have him so alert that he swears he’d be able to take note of shigaraki’s heartbeat even without the feathers relaying information to him constantly. he is so aware of the other man being close to his wing and feathers react; quills shifting as if trying to put more space between them. this is something common, something he’s done well to repeat when people get close. somehow, he always knows exactly when to move when people brush past him --- he’s wonderful at laughing and side-stepping when people outright reach for them.  gold eyes are slits as he turns his head to look over a shoulder. he’s waiting for something --- contact, perhaps. even a single finger would be overstimulating.

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tired. that word seems too simple, too light. shigaraki seems like he’s the type of exhausted that sleep will not cure. in his own terms? he has a status effect and that bitch is permanent. a lot of their growing army gives him a considerate amount of space and hawks has been able to gather that this is because of a mixture of respect and fear. the stare helps. knowing that it takes a touch to turn things into literal dust does, too. shigaraki’s quirk is terrifying on a good day, but a lot of them hold their breath over what could happen during a particularly bad one.  respect is important, here. he doesn’t know how short shigaraki’s fuse is, yet. and he’s a little less than eager to test those waters. he has a lot of work to do, still. falling into good enough graces earned him time around shigaraki but there’s still a lot of ground he needs to cover as far as trust goes. well. maybe not trust. men like shigaraki aren’t always capable of trust, but they do respond to loyalty. the other man doesn’t have to trust him fully, per say. hawks just wants to make sure he remains one of his more significant pieces on the board. it’ll keep him alive, yes. it’ll keep him close to information, also. but most of all? it’ll mean he serves a purpose. the commission spent a lot of time and effort into training him, into putting him in this exact room with this exact person. being cast out --- being broken down because of failure wasn’t an option. he would do this. he would become one of them, even if meant staining his own hands --- his own soul. loyalty. where does his really rest?

unscripted || always accepting

blank stare is her first response, accustomed to mere gestures and glances rather than words she hardly used in the presence of her superiors. eyes of melancholy turn to observe actions of the people she was forced to call comrades. she agrees with shigaraki, she thinks, but even that fact remains unspoken.

hope of escape was but a daydream she learned not to let herself indulge in. where would she go? who would harbor a killer unable to control her own quirk? she had already been deemed a failure once. could she risk such a thing again for the sake of a new home?