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bakerstreet2020-02-23 09:27 pm
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[ He's been offworld a bit longer than usual. Of necessity; things had gotten hectic around here while Leia had been recovering, and even now they're all run a little ragged. She'd worried a little when they last spoke, but things had been easier between them for a while.
So she's more than a little concerned when he turns up at the door to their bedroom on Chandrila looking entirely wrecked. She doesn't even say anything, just takes his hand and leads him over to their bed. He'll talk about it if he wants to talk about it. ]
So she's more than a little concerned when he turns up at the door to their bedroom on Chandrila looking entirely wrecked. She doesn't even say anything, just takes his hand and leads him over to their bed. He'll talk about it if he wants to talk about it. ]
[ kinda beaten up and/or bleeding, clothes kinda wrecked, monster blood all over her person? it's more likely than you think. ]
[ open to AU situations, his usual villain buddies taking him in, but also any Pro Heroes who want to offer him help, or house arrest after he becomes down and out. etc. ]
( dabi is a todoroki. run with it as you see fit! )
[AUs, canon and crosscanon all welcome.]
[More likely the one taking someone in herself. AUs, canon and crosscanon welcome.]
[with that image how could I not throw her in? Down for either roll. ]
[ Open to canon, crosscanon, AUs, etc. Extra points for Robb or Jon here. ]
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Sorry for the late! Had to hit the hay early last night.
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- 2020-02-25 21:35 (UTC) - Expand
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[He'll take in students, heroes or villains alike if they make a compelling enough argument, this is a conflicted boy right here. Also I'll AU him into his own place rather than a dorm or shared Todohome to make it feasible.
On the flipside of this, he's already been targeted once as a Todoroki so he could find himself having to go on the run for self-protection?]
On the flipside of this, he's already been targeted once as a Todoroki so he could find himself having to go on the run for self-protection?]
Edited 2020-02-24 16:47 (UTC)
[ When Tomura brushes the rain out of his eyes, his fingers come away red with blood. His head is ringing, and his vision swims. The ruined street looks fuzzy, but he can't tell if it's rain or if it's just him. Concussed, maybe.
He needs to get out of here. Backup will get here soon, but not too soon. The fight had been just slow enough for witnesses to scatter, for one of the pros to land a blow, but not much more. He has a small window of time to make himself scare, and he'll need it; the transmitter in his ear is noisy with static. Maybe it got damaged, or maybe one of those infuriating heroes destroyed it. Either way, there'll be no help coming from the Doctor.
He just needs to hide somewhere, only as long as it will take to reach an ally. Somewhere close, somewhere safe. Where...?
His feet move before he even makes a decision. Like it's second nature. They take a familiar, well-worn path—one that Tomura had stayed away from for awhile out of- out of precaution. Just giving some space (or perhaps delaying the inevitable, whispers an obscene voice), but it's the only place that occurs to him might be safe.
Before he knows it, he finds himself knocking on Natsuo's door. His other hand keeps brushing the rain-blood out of his eyes, and in between trying to clear his vision, it trembles down to his neck, scratching to match the uneasiness clawing its way up his spine. Will Natsuo answer the door? Fuck—what time, what day is it? Does he have class? Or maybe he's inside, waiting... Waiting for Tomura to leave.
The thought doesn't make him angry. It's hard to be angry at something so predictable. Natsuo's still just a civilian after all; he isn't part of all this killing and maiming and terror. He's just a student. And he loves his family.
Tomura couldn't have expected him to accept it in the first place.
This had all been obvious, results he thought through and was prepared to live with, so why does he feel so desperate? Like he needs that door to open? Like it's the end of everything if it doesn't. Like he may as well walk into the open and let the heroes finish their jobs.
It's pathetic. He's pathetic. Sensei would be disappointed in him too.
He clenches his fist against the door, fighting the urge to bring down this entire wall—maybe the whole building, why not?—but he just bangs it against the wood one last time, then lets his hand drop.
On leaden feet, he turns to go. ]
He needs to get out of here. Backup will get here soon, but not too soon. The fight had been just slow enough for witnesses to scatter, for one of the pros to land a blow, but not much more. He has a small window of time to make himself scare, and he'll need it; the transmitter in his ear is noisy with static. Maybe it got damaged, or maybe one of those infuriating heroes destroyed it. Either way, there'll be no help coming from the Doctor.
He just needs to hide somewhere, only as long as it will take to reach an ally. Somewhere close, somewhere safe. Where...?
His feet move before he even makes a decision. Like it's second nature. They take a familiar, well-worn path—one that Tomura had stayed away from for awhile out of- out of precaution. Just giving some space (or perhaps delaying the inevitable, whispers an obscene voice), but it's the only place that occurs to him might be safe.
Before he knows it, he finds himself knocking on Natsuo's door. His other hand keeps brushing the rain-blood out of his eyes, and in between trying to clear his vision, it trembles down to his neck, scratching to match the uneasiness clawing its way up his spine. Will Natsuo answer the door? Fuck—what time, what day is it? Does he have class? Or maybe he's inside, waiting... Waiting for Tomura to leave.
The thought doesn't make him angry. It's hard to be angry at something so predictable. Natsuo's still just a civilian after all; he isn't part of all this killing and maiming and terror. He's just a student. And he loves his family.
Tomura couldn't have expected him to accept it in the first place.
This had all been obvious, results he thought through and was prepared to live with, so why does he feel so desperate? Like he needs that door to open? Like it's the end of everything if it doesn't. Like he may as well walk into the open and let the heroes finish their jobs.
It's pathetic. He's pathetic. Sensei would be disappointed in him too.
He clenches his fist against the door, fighting the urge to bring down this entire wall—maybe the whole building, why not?—but he just bangs it against the wood one last time, then lets his hand drop.
On leaden feet, he turns to go. ]
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