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futurexheroes​:

“Well there’s another problem, his hero costume covers his whole body. You’d have to get a hold of his face somehow and breaking your quirk would be….Shitty that way.” Shouta pointed out. “There’s gotta be something I can come up with to get him out of it…”

“I mean, there’s the back of the neck, too,” Borachio said with a shrug. “If you can get him using his quirk his hair lifts up, right? So I can get him by the back of the neck. And the cut to break it really only needs to be shallow, barely worse than a papercut, so it’d be fine!”

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futurexheroes​:

“No, he took em right back to class and I bet he punished the poor kids for him not telling anyone he has a brother” He rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t know you, Chio-he’d flip….But if you used his quirk on him. I’d maybe think it would be fuxking funny” He snorted

“Either it’d be funny or he would definitely commit murder,” Borachio agreed with a sage nod. “Actually- Seeing him commit murder would be hilarious, I’m totally in. If you get him somewhere I can get to him without dying, that is.”

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“Pft, he’s such a hardass. I bet he didn’t even let you finish your fun day out with them, did he?” Borachio laughed. “Man, next time you need him out of the way ask me, I’ll keep him good and kidnapped for ya!”

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Shouta barked in laughter. "Yeah~ But I was only able to keep em for like half an hour before he found me" He scoffed lightly.

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"Chio~! Babe! What the fuck is up?" Shouta excitedly hugged onto him. "Make any impulse steals?"

"Uh, yeah, of course I have!" Borachi laughed, patting his vigilante friend's shoulder. "But I heard you pulled off a steal of your own! A whole bus full of your brother's kids, huh?"

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oceanxveiined​:

          “You had me at platonic, Godbless. Saves me the potential disposal effort. Say, just how much funnier can ya get when QUIRKS are involved?”

“Oh quirks? I’m fucking hilarious. You wanna see? We can pic any rube off the street - or target someone specific, I don’t really care.”

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“I can do that in a platonic, uncle-like context? I’m just a funny lil’ guy with a gun and no impulse control~!”

            “Oh, to have my own special funny lil’ guy who commits atrocities in the name of fun.”

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thenihilistofthevoid​:

“Thanks.” He stated quietly, hearing the text notification and raising his eyebrows. “I’m not fucking deciphering that.” He sighed irritably before hearing explosions, Gold Experience releasing it’s grip on Borachio’s wrists as the explosions got closer. Had to be ready to get him quickly, hand to hand was bad considering Katsuki was built like a brick shithouse and probably even more angry than normal.

Soon enough, Katsuki flew out from behind a building, keeping the sun at his back so it would be harder to catch him as he dove down towards the two. “Saburo!” he snarled. “I told you not to fucking leave that goddamn room!”

“Damn, he has it bad,” Borachio said, taking a slight step back.

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thenihilistofthevoid​:

“Fine, I can do that.” He ran his thumb across the incision he’d made on Borachio’s cheek and it healed instantly, the only evidence of the cut ever being made was the trickle of blood on his cheek as the scalpel in his hand was just gone, a small black rat scurrying away as he texted Katsuki his location. [Text - Kacchan] (GPS Co-Ordinates) Come get me.

“Neat trick,” Borachio muttered, watching the rat rush off.

Of course, it was less than a second before Saburo got a reply. Mostly it was just a garbled mess of loving emojis. And within seconds, there was the sound of explosions in the distance, quickly getting closer.

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thenihilistofthevoid​:

“Right, thanks for telling me that.” Saburo stated, withdrawing the scalpel from Borachio’s neck for a moment before slashing his cheek with the blade in an instant and quick movement, ensuring not to go deep so it won’t scar or cut any major veins or arteries as Gold Experience tightened it’s grip around his wrists. “You’re going to undo it. We’re gonna find him, you’ll undo your Quirk and we can ensure we never see each other again. Alternatively, I can carve you up like salami at a deli counter until you bleed to death or look like something out of a horror movie while Gold Experience turns your carpal bones into a fine powder. Those are your only options, pick one.”

“I like the one where I don’t die,” Borachio laughed, rubbing his cheek as if that would stop the stinging. “But I’ve got conditions - You’ve gotta make sure your crazy boyfriend doesn’t kill me, since I’m doing this to stay alive.”

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@thenihilistofthevoid || Continued

Borachio laughed nervously, eyeing the scalpel. God, yeah, he had gotten in too deep with that one, it had stopped being fun about twenty seconds into the chase.

“So let’s say you kill me, what then? Gonna pull the same trick on your boyfriend? I’ll tell you right now, it’s a continuous quirk effect that doesn’t take continuous effort, so killing me won’t ‘release’ it or some shit.” He was pretty sure that was right, anyway.

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“You shouldn’t leave keys outside, someone could use it to get in.” As if Borachio didn’t break in on a regular basis. The way he saw it, he was just pointing out flaws in Ennie’s security, that was all.

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"Did wonder why there was broken glass everywhere..."

"... I got busy, kid, sorry. Places to be, work to do and all.." He keeps patting the kids head though. ".. Plus i did leave a spare key under the plant, but i should have guessed you'd use the window."

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"Howdy, squirt." A familiar voice comes from behind, a hand ruffling the kids hair. "Wondered where you ran off to."

It's Ennie!

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"Haah?! I should be asking you that!" Borachio huffed. Although he did put up with the hair ruffling. "I came by your house and you weren't there!"

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Izuku exits the kitchen cautiously as he hears Borachio return. It's a mess and he's a mess but presents some homemade chocolate in the other's hand. He's too impulsive to take care of flowers properly and given the fact he wasn't quite good at stealing yet, this was the best he could do. "For the holiday~" He adds, panting lightly, he's been on his feet all day....

"Woah, for me? Thanks, kid," Borachio said with a grin. He hadn't really planned to get him anything, but there were a few things from his stash he could part with.

"... Ever wanted to try using a rocket launcher?"

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“Ooooh, catfight in the UA halls? Wish I could hear what they were saying... damn these binoculars, not having a mic function.”

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futurexheroes​:

“Holy shit” Izuku replied, it must’ve taken a lot for him to get up there jeez. “Uh, I climbed a telephone pole?” He wasn’t exactly sure how tall that was in comparison. “How did you get up there?” Un-injured no less?

Hah! Good, he was hoping for that kind of reaction! “Ah, it was no big deal. Just a bit of climbing over rafters and shit, you know how it is. Hang over a road, not knowing if cars are gonna come by underneath me or over top of me. Nothing too crazy. Do I win?”

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futurexheroes​:

Rooftops, phone polls and anything else he could safely get to was soon painted with the similar green bunny until eventually, Izuku met up with Borachio again and grinned upon seeing him

Borachio gave a big, exaggerated wave, before pointing up at the roof of the overpass they were standing under. At first, it was hard to see, but there was actually a massive ‘B’ up there, so big he had gone through two cans of spraypaint to make it, and had to hang off of support beams at really awkward angles using just his legs. “What do you think?”