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edits pt. 2 featuring luka and keigo....... what is it w/ fuyumi and smug bastards

let’s get this bread / not accepting more scissors i’ve had enough

he’d recognise these stupid bright red wings anywhere, wings he burned. and of course phoenix rises from the ashes as always, right ? hawks was probably trained to get back up on his feet each time just like touya was. no.

keigo

that’s his name, his fucking name goddamit “why are you here” he left him broken on purpose, he never wanted to kill him in the first place. but he’ll give him the salvation he deserves. 

he’s probably talking, touya wouldn’t know his ears are ringing, a short film of everything they did together plays in his head. “shut up. shut the fuck up Keigo.” he launches himself, flames reaches the bird, why didn’t he fucking move. 

“no. you’re not Keigo.” who is he other than a puppet built for the comission to play with, their own perfect little doll. “you’ll never realise how much they ruined you.” 

he remembers their bickering, familiar jabs that the other probably burried deep inside his mind and so did the other stand in corpse.

“but don’t worry, i’ll be a hero just this once.” kicking him down he sets himself on fire one last time. “i’ll save you.”

the scourge rots an emptiness inside his chest, a growing void, an insatiable she’ol of mortality and despair. izuku’s trust is severed with a feather blade, split in two, woe-less, unhinged. he’d known there were things hawks was hiding from him but he would have never expected . . . this. the shock is worse than the after effect of using impulse, all tingling nerves and numb fingertips. he can’t believe it at first. he won’t believe it. but izuku is too smart to deny the blatancy of the red flags. the hero who kept him warm and safe under his wing, who made him believe that someone understood him. was it all an act? 

izuku sways where he stands, a breeze could knock him down, he’s irrevocably tired. the culpability sinks down on him, knees ready to buckle upon realizing that twice’s death could have been preventable if he’d only seen it sooner. if he hadn’t been so desperate for kindness after so long being crushed between a rock and a hard place. it’s laughable how he grovels for a speck of attention, how he loses sight of everything else. shigaraki was right about heroes. they hurt their families to help complete strangers.

“  y-you make me sick ... ”  his voice is as small as his shell-shocked body. “  you took advantage of me so you could murder my friend.  ”  he speaks as though he needs to spell it out for himself, the incredulous shuttering of his tone creates more syllables than needed, spilling out of him before he has the chance to think clearly. “  t-this isn’t justice, you’re creating m-more monsters ...  ”  don’t you see what you are doing hawks? don’t you see that the line isn’t meant to be bent to your will? or are you so far past caring that it doesn’t matter to you anymore?

izuku’s shoulders tense up to his ears, hands clenched tightly at his side. stunned into standing completely still, save the trembling, parallel to the number two hero’s upsettingly stagnant position. what exactly is he waiting for? why is he giving you the chance to say something? the expression he’s wearing is unreadable even to izuku, who’d thought he known him enough to surpass deception. the veil is much thicker than imagined, it gives the illusion of transparency to fool its prey. izuku feels ugly rage coil its crippled finger at him, waiting until he snaps under the pressure. he wants to give in so badly and that uncontrollable creature inside of him knows.

pinterest prompts || @wingfierce || accepting.

“Are you sure...?” He looked quite concerned; Hawks took a big hit against that villain, being smashed so hard into a wall that it broke into pieces. He could almost hear his ribs cracking on impact. Now he was resting against the bricks on the ground, holding his chest.