20 Feb 2021
LivingLieDetector: *Sigh* kid, do your parents know you’re online at this hour
ChildOfChaos: define ‘parents’
Megaphoneman: people who take care of and love you, little listener
ChildOfChaos: Ah, okay, thanks, no
Sleepisfortheweak: you should be sleeping, kid
ChildOfChaos: back @ u fucking zombie
Naptimechildren: I love this child, I’ve only known ChildOfChaos for a few minutes, but if anything happened to them, I’d kill everyone in this room, and then kill myself
ChildOfChaos: relatable, I crave death too, mysterious person
TweedyBird: are you suicidal?
ChildOfChaos: hell no man, I just want to be the opposite of alive
16 Feb 2021
“What the hell, kid!” Keigo throws his arms out. “You’re baby birb!”
He cringes again because fuck the tone is getting to him. “Um, yea?”
“And, you’re the one that fucking blackmailed and threatened the President of the Hero Public Safety Commission!”
Izuku cringes once more. “Um, yea?”
“What the fuck, kid!” The greenette gulps when the man stalks forward but decides he’s not going to be a bitch and back away. “Are you fucking serious! Do you know what she could have done to you!”
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03 Mar 2021
14 Feb 2021
Nedzu touches the screen before him and taps on the applicants name, both heroes on either side lean in to see the picture of him, nothing too out of the ordinary, wild green curls, rounded cheeks, freckles—Hawks narrows his eyes—and illuminous green eyes. “It’s officially termed as per the quirk doctor as Chronokinesis, but, he has it listed as Clockwork.”
Hawks hums once more, deeper this time, turning back to watch the green haired boy move fluidly through the robots.
Very interesting. Midoriya Izuku. Quirk: Clockwork. Very, very interesting.
14 Feb 2021
This night had been a night they’d been planning for since they’d first actually talked, somewhat, his brother couldn’t really talk, not around his muzzle, that was not supposed to come off, something he’d learned on his very first night, the hard way, he’d never tried to remove it again, and the strap on the back had been fortified with a lock, an actual lock, like, lock and key, kind of lock. So he couldn’t take it off even if he wanted to, and he did, his brother hated it, it rubbed into his skin painfully, it looked like it hurt, and it did, he could tell, even if his brother couldn’t actually say so.
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14 Feb 2021
“They’re…..” Purple takes a moment to find the right words and turns his head to look at him, purple eyes jaded and untrusting, like a person who’s been suffering for so long and aren’t sure they can take it for much longer, green isn’t much different, broken children, that’s what he’s looking at, what he’s sitting across from, broken children. “They’re not good people.”