#waveofbeans

@waveobeans asked: It's as they're walking down the street that Kai feels Eri tug his gloved hand. He turns his gaze down to her, seeing her looking off into a dark alley. Then her hand raises, to point at something in the shadows. He follows the gesture, squinting into the darkness... but didn't see much. A dumpster, a few sideways cans. A big lumpy blanket. Wait. He focused on the blanket, and saw what his daughter was pointing at. A person, collapsed and shaking on the ground. "Dammit." Kai hissed, starting towards the person with Eri right on his heels. It was his job to help people, so he would... but did they have to be in a filthy place like this? "Hey, are you conscious?" He questioned, kneeling down by the individual. Damn, they looked horrible.

🞠~☆~🞠 Unprompted | Always Accepting | Broken Out

It's been...two weeks now, he thinks. Yes, two weeks since he was able to escape. Played the long-con dangerous game while his brother laid broken and drugged up to the gills to deal with the pain that All Might bestowed upon him. Almost rid of his tormentor...but not yet, he still lives. All for One simply isn't at his best right now--and that gave Yoichi time and opportunity to play on his emotions until he could run for it.

But he didn't have any plans from there, besides following the pull that leads to his current successor, and...well, that's about it. He has no money, no ID, nothing to ease the way to Musutafu and All Might. Yoichi's had to sleep in alleyways and dumpsters, scrounge through waste bins and pray that the discarded food wouldn't make him ill. His luck had held out, for a while, but his health has never been good.

A fever, he can feel it in his bones. The chills that overtake him warring with the heat that's searing his skin. He had collapsed here a while ago, just waiting to gain some amount of strength to keep going. Yoichi doesn't know how long he's been here, but he's awfully parched and his stomach feels like an empty hole. No one has stopped, all of them thinking him to be some discarded trash. But now here's a voice, speaking to him.

@waveobeans opens the door: Despite the runs being far easier on him now, it still took time. And due to a busy day, it had left him finishing his daily quests late into the night. He really didn't want to spend four hours trapped in a temporary dungeon- even if he could easily deal with it with his current strength. When the last number finally ticked over to 10, and the screen displayed his rewards for quest completion, he couldn't help a thankful sigh. Though he closed the menu without accepting the rewards. For now, at least. Turning his head to the side, he spotted a cozy looking cafe. He could go for a snack. Was it still open this late, though? Jinwoo approached, peering inside. It seemed to be open. Lights on, sign showing the large kanji that meant they were open. At least... he thinks that's what it read. He was still learning. So he tried the door, and it was unlocked. Good, open then. He pulled it open, stepping inside.

🞠~☆~🞠 Unprompted | Always Accepting | Broken Out

It had slipped his mind, to turn the sign from 'open' to 'closed' and to lock the door. Nothing has ever happened to him or his shop, not with being so close to Yuuei campus and have a steady stream of heroes ( both pro and in training ) coming in every day. The cafe and his apartment above are safe...for the most part. So yes, it does slip his mind, and Yoichi almost has a fright when he steps out of the back to see a new person standing in front of the counter.

"Oh! Goodness!" He presses a hand over his heart, a sigh leaving his lips. "You startled me, I thought I had locked the door, it's past closing time."

But now that the man is here, Yoichi doesn't feel right in trying to turn him away. He has a habit of opening back up should a late night patrol come around when he's still closing up, unable to say no to the weary heroes in need of a pick me up in the form of caffeine and sugar. With the shock having passed, he smiles at his newest customer.

@waveofbeans asked: Reiwa seats himself across from his younger sibling, his eyes unreadable and hair a mess. He'd only just been able to get him back. Back home, where he belongs. The time of his absence had given him plenty to work with. Plenty to dissuade further escape attempts, perhaps. "Yoichi, do you have any idea what this little plot of your friends has caused?" His voice was practically monotone, tinted with something dark. Something cruel. This would be a wonderful experiment.

🞠~☆~🞠 Unprompted | Always Accepting | Broken Days

They're in an office; it's a very nice office. The chair he's seated on is padded and the desk between them is a beautiful mahogany color. It's a room that speaks of wealth and status, things always desired in childhood where money was stretched tight and clothes were bought second hand. He wonders how much Reiwa has now, knowing the answer would make him sick to his stomach if he asked.

He's in pitiful shape, scratched and bruised, thin hair tangled, dirt under cracked nails where he clawed at the ground; there's blood on his teeth where he bit Reiwa's hands in a desperate attempt to escape his fate. Do Niji and Hifumi know he's still alive? Or do they believe him to be dead at his elder brother's hand? Yoichi wouldn't blame them for thinking so; he's seen Reiwa angry before, but never like that. It had been terrifying.

A sniffle is the answer, pale face made all the more pitiful from tear tracks shining in the office lighting. A clock on the wall goes tick tock tick tock. He knows that it cost quite a few lives, all of them dedicated to stopping Reiwa's reign of terror. Yoichi had come to know them, become friends with many of them--and now they're lying in pieces at the bottom of a sewer. It cost him his freedom; two years on the run brought to an abrupt and violent halt. It cost him the presence of the love of his life and best friend...and it cost the plans put into motion to save the other one trapped here.

@waveofbeans asked: "You're Yoichi Shigaraki, right?" Midoriya asks, staring wide eyed at the man that matched the image he had been shown. Not just as a passing resemblance, but perfectly. He figured someone trying to escape his father would leave the country... but that was probably easier said than done when, legally, one doesn't exist. He took a step back, and bowed forward sharply. A nervous air was about him. "Ah, sorry! That was really direct, wasn't it? Uh. So. This is a weird way to meet but... I'm. I'm your nephew. Izuku Midoriya. Reiwa Shigaraki is my father... though I only found that out recently."

🞠~☆~🞠 Unprompted | Always Accepting | Broken Out

The moment he heard his maiden name come out of the teenager's mouth, Yoichi knew he was in for a headache. It gives him a fright, his hands tightening around the tray of fresh blueberry muffins that he was bringing to the display case out front. Still, he figures he could hear this boy out, not many know who he truly is; he can count on one hand all of those who know his identity.

But what he says next...it's beyond anything that Yoichi could have expected.

"Wh...what?" The word comes out in a horrified whisper, grip going slack and allowing the tray to fall to the ground--several hours of hard work ruined. He might have brushed away the claim of a nephew as some kind of cruel prank, but the fact that this boy knows his brother's first name is enough to convince him. Yoichi grabs the counter when his knees wobble next, becoming light headed and short of breath. A panic attack?

He wishes his husband was here right now!

@waveobeans asked: Dad- [From Reiwa] How does it feel to die at my hands? Because it feels wonderful, choking the life from you.

🞠~☆~🞠 Send me ‘Dad’ and a question and my character’s Dad will answer it. 🞠~☆~🞠 Accepting 🞠~☆~🞠 Shigaraki Osamu speaking

If Osamu could speak, he's not sure what he would say in this moment. He'd certainly been furious when the door had been opened and one of their missing sons just strolled in, as if he owned the place! The disrespect was enough to make the man rise to his feet, newspaper forgotten on the couch, and opening his mouth to yell.

Then the world spun and the next thing he knew, he was on his back with Reiwa above him--his son's hands wrapped firmly around his throat. it's no mere threat, he can feel the life being choked out of him little by little. His face is rapidly growing hot, eye bulging out. One hand comes up, trying to punch Reiwa off; but it has no effect.

Osamu can hear Junko screaming in the background, distantly. Useless woman! She's always been more of a burden than anything--laying in bed all day and crying. He's no fool, he's found the alcohol bottles before, but never said anything. What if it got out? His reputation would be ruined! These thoughts and more race through Osamu's mind as the world begins to grow dark.

His hands grab at Reiwa's wrists now, but it's no use. He's gotten so strong! Just what the hell have they been doing?! No word from either him or Yoichi once they ran off with the neighbor boys--Kudo and Bruce. Good riddance, he thought. Less to worry about, the world was already going to shit, why bother concerning himself with two ungrateful brats?

Fear, then anger, then fear once more. His emotions can't settle, his eyes hurt with the pressure--capillaries bursting and bleeding sclera bright red. Starting to slow now. No oxygen. Can't breathe can't breathe can't--