#thief takami

[tabbyhoney]

Gorgeous

Inspired by "Fear of you" written by @sleepwalkersqueen

Note: Hello! I am very new to all of this posting stuff on tumblr so I hope this will be received atleast okay. But considering how nice most people are here I think it is safe in a way(atleast I hope so). And my first little story is a fanfiction for a fanfiction. Since I still have an absolute brainrot from the story "Fear of you" from @sleepwalkersqueen and it kinda kicked me out of my writersblock that I had for... Like 5 years? So yeah that is hopefully ending now.

Disclaimer: mentions of torture, english is not my first language, mention of mutilating, mention of psychological abuse

Summary: Howashi Amayas first thoughts while meeting with Takami Shinyo back in Tartarus for the very first time.

The moment I walked into the tiny cell my breath stopped and it felt like it may never return again. Leaving my lungs hollow just like my heart felt since forever.

Not because the whites from the walls and ceiling that looked clearer than the clouds in the sky, with the harsh lights from the room that burned my eyes. It wasn't the smell of something rotting away aswell. Or even how tense the room felt when I stepped into it, a pair of eyes glaring at me.

It was the colour of the sun going down in the horizon. The sky that turned this golden orange making everything feel peaceful and free. The sun that held this ruby colour one could sink into. Like the most beautiful reddest strawberry one could eat.

A red richer than a rose but just as many thorns.

Sharp eyes that looked way too clear for being forced to stay here in the most high security prison in the world, Tartarus.

If it weren't for the eyebags forming under his eyes I would have thought he might aswell just be a doll, too perfect and pretty for a human.

His golden hair that looked a little too sticky to be clean still hold something so beautiful it reminded me of the fukuroda falls.

And yet all this thinking about how good he looks made this scene even more absurd.

The silvery metal that covered half of his face, like a biting dog that needed a muzzle. His hands tightly held by heavy chains. Strapped onto some weird chair that doesn't let you sit but instead forced you to stand. No comfort in being a prisoner.

The beautiful red that was behind his back were pierced with metal rods and more chains. I could smell the never ending blood that came out of the pierced parts of the rods. How rotten it smelled, like a bird at the side of the road that was hit one too many times with a car.

A caged bird. A caged dangerous bird that for some reason made the most dangerous villain in this facilty look like they are weaker than this kicked chicken. They were stronger than him.

Takami Shinyo, imprisoned for theft and taunting a hero on duty. Multiple tax evasions, smuggling and so much more I can't remember.On his file was written he killed people but that was never able to be proven, for now.

Since he was captured by the No. 2 hero Endeavour he behaved god right awful. He only ever gives snarky comments and made the most hilarious awful bird puns. He fighted off any guard at any given moment and he even bit someones finger off that later was never found and so the poor lad lost it forever. He refused to eat and drink properly resulting in having to force feed him, that also explained why he bit off the finger, the guards lost their humanity just like all the prisoners afterall.

But even if he would have behaved any better I can't even blame him. Being tortured and having to endure the panic of mock executions surely messes with ones head even if he did that since day one.

Now I even had to start questioning why I am here in the first place, why I agreed to be here.

Perhaps deep down it was because Endeavour has been trying really hard to get one of the people involved with Takami-San out of this floor and I felt pity. Him trying to find someone that would be a better person for the position in his eyes. Resulting in him interviewing the entire facilty staff before he saw me walking around at the higher floors and ultimately decided I was good enough, atleast in his words and with the few words we shared with each other. Even though I was not a guard but a therapist but that seemed to make him even more sure. Laughing and telling me how much of a lost course he is, still finding it a good opportunity to break his soul more, what a cruel hero.

And now here I was standing, staring at the chained man that I only saw once at another time. Flying in the sky like a free bird. Not caring what anyone might think about a mutant using their powers they have since birth. How admirable.

If I could go back to that moment, before everything else started to go down hill. How he escaped the highest security prison to ever exist and how he tortured Imawamashi maybe while escaping, what a man. I wouldn't go back.

Maybe I would allow him this freedom he deserves, because if I know one thing for sure that is that Shinyo is not a bad person, maybe a bad human sure but not bad.

But to relive this very moment? Me staring at him with wide eyes and the most professional phrase one could say to their new patient.

"You're so gorgeous"

[transhawks]

So, uh, just reread "chapter"all it takes is one bad day" and does Twice have pure white pupils and irises like AFO supposedly does? Like, I haven't seen any clear official art of his eyes, but in the one back cover of him they look like they're pure white?

At this point I'm just going to have to make an entire essay on how we should be reading Japanese media with an understanding of cultural and class markers. No, Jin does not have the same eyes or similar eyes to AFO. Yes, there's connections with Jin and AFO but that's another topic. 1. AFO's eye color hasn't been really confirmed aside from that one WSJ cover that implies they can be clear and white. 2. That's not what the "something about my eyes rubs people the wrong way" means. This is what I mean about the cultural context being missing from most of us Western-readers and how we just don't get reading the manga with no guide to explain small details to us. I also wish Jin was just popular so I don't feel like I'm the only one in the fandom yammering about the ridiculous amount of depth he has as a character and in his storyline. First off, Jin's eyes are sunken in, his features abnormally "chiseled" and rough for an anime character. By the time we meet him he looks like he's had a hard life but we also find out in flashbacks he always kind of looked like that.

He's unkempt - stubbled, has the sunken eyes and dark eyebags the villains are generally drawn with. He smokes, drinks, wears a wife beater, has no eyebrows, and used to ride a motorcycle. All these things are a red flag. This is where "you really need to be familiar with Japanese media before you read BNHA" comes in, Jin, while drawing from several different Western comic characters (John Constantine, Deadpool, Rorschach), is also neatly fitting into the yanki and bosuzoku (sorta) trope. Or Japanese delinquents. What throws people "off" is the lack of eyebrows. Yanki are traditionally portrayed with no eyebrows. This link here explains that at sight a delinquent can be identified with shaved eyebrows. This is why so many villainous or rough characters are eyebrowless. It's like the Japanese equivalent of giving villains twirly mustaches and goatees - something about the imagery of that already implies villain in our minds, whereas the lack of eyebrows implies delinquent/criminal in the Japanese cultural imagination (in modern day settings. Heian-era eyebrow-lessness is a different story/class marker).

He's also blonde, or "chapatsu" which is also another "Delinquent" trope in Japan - many delinquents in the 70s-90s bleached their hair to this yellow or orange color (hence "cha" which obviously means tea/chai). Japanese schools are infamously awful at allowing for self-expression to the point where naturally brown-haired students can be forced to dye their hair, and chapatsu hair was a marker of a rebellious/delinquent student. Twice isn't the only one who Horikoshi uses this trope for. Tomura, for example, really had the "up to no good" look early on even if I think he's more of a homebody.

You know who else?

Huh, interesting, given Takami's a murderous professional career thief alcoholic. Wait a minute, wasn't Jin was one of the greatest Japanese thieves until his accident, I wonder exactly what Horikoshi meant by making Thief Takami have a similarly unkempt appearance, rough rugged facial features, and barely any brows? Wait -

Something to understand is that we've gotten information from Yoco Akiyama in TUM about how the main manga's design process works and apparently the facial feature consistency is really important for the artists. Thus the fact Keigo's parents were designed with: 1. Rough, sunken features (Thief & Jin) 2. Unkempt facial fair (Thief & JIn) 3. Deep eyebags (Jin & Tomie) 4. Similarly disordered filthy homes (Takami fam & Jin) 5. Beer Bottles lying around everywhere (Takami fam & Jin) 6. Small, beady eyes with little pupils (Takami Fam & Jin) 7. Grey-Blue Eyes (Tomie & Jin) 8. Clear mental instability (Tomie & Jin) Was absolutely intentional. For all that we see Keigo's parents, Horikoshi knowingly designed them to resemble Jin. Again, Jin was Keigo's villain to save. Keigo was Jin's hero. Keigo failed because we needed a character to fail to save "their villain". Both Keigo and Jin have clear working-class background and criminal class markers. These things tie them together, these marginalized identifications make their relationship something that should have worked. If we want an in-universe reason for Keigo's focus on Jin, it's absolutely true he likely (subconciously) saw his parents superficially reflected in Jin, and decided to "save" him because he was unable to save his parents. Of course, that was not only presumptuous, it was also wrong because Jin is not a stand-in for Keigo's parents (and unlike them is a decent person). Anyway, yeah, no Jin's design/looks made him look like a "thug" to people in his community. That's why he had issues and that's what his comment meant. People's biases about people who look like Twice made him just get...away less. If someone "looks like a thug" you will try to make connections that justify that bias. That's why things like his motorcycle accident hurt him so much. He was uneducated, likely a middle-school dropout, fired from a job, had a record and had "bad vibes". Who'd hire him? Can you understand why Jin was doomed into having to survive as a criminal? Society decided he was meant to fail years before he did fail. So much of BNHA is about people falling into traps of pre-determined outcomes. Jin's tragically so.

[helpimstuckinafandom]

All art I see of Hawks' father depicts him looking almost exactly like Hawks but more bloody and rugged when we canonically know he looks like this

[ao3feed-hawks]

The Nearly Final Incident

The nearly Final Incident by Valaena the Historyteller1

With the war finished, the only thing that needs to be done is putting a lot of people behind bars. Including the former N°1 Hero, Endeavour. But before that, there are more surprises from his children that are left for Aizawa as he talks to someone that was long overdue... and collect a few things to finish something once and for all.

Words: 3223, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 8 of A series of unfortunate Incidents

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Takami Keigo | Hawks's Father, Todoroki Fuyumi, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Takami Keigo | Hawks & Takami the Thief, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor & Todoroki Shouto, Takami Keigo | Hawks & Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Class 1-A, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor & Todoroki Siblings, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor & Todoroki Fuyumi

Additional Tags: Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Faces Consequences, Dabi is a Todoroki, Good Sibling Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Fuyumi Needs a Hug

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39289104

[sleepwalkersqueen]

Healthy Birb >:3

He's very kitten shaped ur honor

[takami-flock]

Oops just remembered to post this here XD

[ralburry]

FoY has single-handedly brought my mha obsession back with this dilf 😭

[roo-brr]

I saw the silly Hawks and Dabi frog meme thingys, and I couldn't resist. I had to make a Shinyo one.

Credit to @sleepwalkersqueen for Shinyo :> from "Fear of You"

He's a frog now.

(I have, clearly, rubbed out around some of swq's art for his...limbs? Did it in the same way these lads were made) ⬇️

BY THEFT OF ORIGINAL ART

[leiko000]

It’s been a little over a year so I decided to do a redraw of the first drawing of Shinyo I ever posted!

Based on chapter 6 of Fear of you

Shinyo Takami belongs to @sleepwalkersqueen

[laarbybarbtbox]

New update to my My Hero Academia au! This is a suicide squad/task force x style plotline where the Hero Public Safety Commission “recruits” inmates and patients to do covert missions. That definitely seems like smth they’d do in canon ngl.

Lady Nagant. After being put in Tartarus, Tsutsumi is pretty much put back on the Commission’s list due to her skill. As well as them just being spread thin. She is reluctantly given her job back. And in return, they won’t kill her.

Blizzard. Rei Todoroki, despite not being a pro hero, does have relations to one. And her quirk is deceptively powerful. It’s because of this that the Commission seeked her out. In return for doing their bidding, they’ll “have her discharged early.” At least, that’s what they say.

The Takami Thief. In order to further keep the name “Takami” under wraps, the Commission more or less bought out Hawks’s dad for good measure. In return for a good check and early release, he decidedly couldn’t say no.

Stain. Had the decision to recruit him been public, lets just say there would’ve been controversy. Similar to Nagant, Stain’s recruitment was very reluctant on his part. But on account of All Might being dead, and Stain’s message almost dying with him, Akaguro decided he wasn’t going to die under the Commission’s control. He’ll escape... eventually...

Ending. No recorded documents beyond his criminal record have been found. His recruitment wasn’t exactly “reluctant,” but there’s only one man this villain will willing die to.

The Rapper. He’s not the type to join a big government agency. But his allegiance was sworn once he was beaten in a fight.

Swordkill. Formerly part of another villain group, Swordkill was recruited in return for early release and nothing more. Money isn’t what this villain is after.

Gentle Criminal and La Brava. A duo of criminals and youtubers, in return for an early release and the reinstatement of their channel, the Commission believed they were worth recruiting.

[fluffywings13]

Barely Contained Excitement

He can barely contain his excitement, it’s been four years, with Mrs. Inko’s help, daddy only had to serve four years in prison for his numerous questionable crimes (let it not be said Mrs. Inko wasn’t extremely good at what she did). Seeing daddy in the prison uniform the first few visits always made him cry when he had to go home with Mrs. Inko. He didn’t get to touch daddy, no hugs, no hair ruffles, no wing pets or scratches, no tickles, and that made him cry too.  

But today was the day, a long four grueling years, a total of one thousand four hundred and sixty days without being able to wake up to daddy cooking breakfast in the kitchen or laughing or singing or attacking him with tickles or surprise hugs or petting his wings (just the thought of it makes him want to cry again) where he could only see daddy for one hour every Saturday as long as daddy was good.  

Daddy promised to be on his best behavior so he could keep coming to visit.  

And today was the day.  

Wings fluttering excitedly, standing with Mrs. Inko outside the prison doors, Keigo bounces on the balls of his feet, stare unwavering as he watches the door for movement. Daddy was being released at noon, twelve o’clock, lunch time.  

He turns to the green haired woman beside him. “What time is it now, Mrs. Inko?”

Mrs. Midoriya chuckles softly. “Eleven fifty-nine, Little Wings.”

“One more minute! One more minute, Mrs. Inko!” Fear suddenly washes over him. “What if daddy isn’t gettin’ out Mrs. Inko! What if they say he has to stay! What if!”

“Don’t worry, Baby Bird.” She assures the nine year old as she pets his feathery hair back. “Your daddy’s being released today for sure. They can’t keep him. I was guaranteed.”

He bounces excitedly when the doors open and someone comes walking out, and his bouncing comes to a stop when it turns out to be a man with blue scales, his bouncing begins again when he sees another person come walking out, and halts when it turns out to be a woman with spikes in her arms, his bouncing begins anew when he sees another person come walking out.  

Scruffy scarred face, scarred arms, long feathery hair, wine red wings.  

“DADDY!”

Keigo’s off before anyone can blink, wings bouncing behind him as he darts forward, Kettie grins, dropping the coat he’d been wearing upon intake to catch the chick up midstep. “Babyfeathers!” Hugging the winged nine year old close for a moment before pulling him back to nuzzle him. “How’s my Lil Raptor doin’?”

“Daddy I missed you!” The nine year old doesn’t quite want to let go just yet, clutching the shoulders of the man’s shirt, nuzzling him back happily. “You’ve been gone forever and ever and ever!”

“It’s only been four years Lil Chirps.” The rehabilitated villain chuckles softly. “That ain’t such a long time.”

“Daddy.” Keigo stares at him firmly and calls out in the most matter of fact voice he can muster. “That’s one thousand four hundred and sixty days.”

Kettie barks a laugh. “You can count up that high?”

“Daddy, I’m a big kid, of course I can count that high!” The boy sounds slightly offended. “I can count super high.”

“Nah, babychirps, you’re still just a lil thing.” The winged man looks him up and down. “A tiny lil chick still, have you even gone through your first molt, it looks like you still got some baby feathers in there.” He wiggles his fingers in the boys still chubby tummy lightly to make him shriek with giggles. “Yous still just a baby bird.”

“Dahahaahaddyy!” Keigo squirms around those wiggling fingers. “I am not! I’m a big boy now!”

“That you are, I’ll agree with that.” Kettie scoops his jacket up with one hand as he settles his chick on his other hip for easier carrying. “Yous tummy gotten bigger.”

“Daddy!” The nine year old exclaims. “So has yours!”

“I like to think its the whole ‘dad bod’ business.” Kettie affirms at the insults thrown at him in a playful manner. “After all I got myself a chick, ain’t I, that makes me a dad and it only suits me better.”

“I missed you daddy!” Keigo hugs the mans neck tightly. “It was such a long wait! I counted down every day until you got to come home again! Every sleep and every school day! I counted it all down!”

The exconvict catches up with the green haired woman who’s been raising his son in his absence. “Thats gotta have been a lot of counting. Im surprised you counted that high.”

“I told you daddy, I’m a big boy, I can count really really high!” The nine year old chirps happily. “I can’t wait to show you all my art projects I made at school! Mrs Inko kept them all in a big book so you could see them all!”

“I can’t wait to see them all, Baby Talons.” Kettie bounces him lightly. “I wanna see it all.”

Keigo hugs him again and he turns to brush a kiss over the youth’s cheek as he follows Inko to their car. “I missed you daddy.”

“I missed you too Keigo.” He knows daddy’s being serious when he uses his real name instead of one of his silly names. “More than you will ever know. You were my reason for carrying on. Getting to see you behind that glass was the hardest thing daddy’s ever had to do.” Kettie presses their cheeks together. “Made me miss you even more.”

“Daddy,” Keigo falls silent for a moment as him and daddy slide into the back seat of Inko’s car, daddy has to shed some feathers but Keigo’s are still small enough to fit perfectly fine. “Will we play one of our games when we get home again?”

“One of our games?” The just released convict chuckles and wiggles his fingers in the boy’s sides, making him shriek with laughter and squirm in his lap, batting at his hands frantically. “You thought daddy wasn’t going to come after his ticklish little chickling when we got home now that I can hold you close again?” Keigo leans forward to try and get away from the fingers wiggling in his side. “You bet we can play one of our games.” Keigo yelps when he’s tugged back. “How about we start now?”

“Not now daddy!” Keigo shrieks with laughter when daddy pauses half way into the side of his neck. “Later!”

“Nah.” Kettie shakes his head. “I just did four years. We’re startin’ now.”

[tabbyhoney]

Gorgeous

Inspired by "Fear of you" from @sleepwalkersqueen

Note:The first chapter is done! My current goal is to write a chapter for each week but maybe it will take two weeks sometime but that is an issue for future me. I am really excited to see some feedback and how you guys like it:). On another note, while I try my best to keep a relatively straight line and facts with the original story some things might be wrong, please feel free to correct me if it happens ♥️. My current goal is a total of 5 chapters since I only want these to be a relatively short story that doesn't rewrite too much stuff happening in the original story because I obviously don't just wanna rewrite the fic. Please enjoy!

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Warnings: I am not a therapist so please take everything written here not as a prime example or as a fact, mention of torture, curse words

Chapter 1

I always wanted to see what more Tartarus had to offer. I wanted to explore every single floor there was. Meeting a new and more dangerous villain each day. Getting to know their thought process, if there really was a bigger masterplan behind it.

Answering my questions that spiraled in my brain like an endless loop. Are they actually wicked? Do they have any sign of humanity in them? Are they just broken souls? Can such a broken mind be fixed? Cliché I know.

All these questions are the real reason why I wanted to work here. Luck was on my side at the time I applied, because they wanted to test out if a therapist might be able to help them with their work (Which basically summarized that they wanted to get more information out of the patients).

But even when I worked with them they still continued with the methods they used before. This did not help make progress since I also had to work with their new experienced trauma which was already bigger than the universe.

If I am honest they were hesitant to hire me, since I graduated young from university and had no experience whatsoever. It took over a month and another month of internship to make them believe that I was cut out for the job. Even now they still don't fully trust me with their whole system. After all, I was a weak point for them.

Once I had the job I was more than thrilled. Finally able to do what I dreamed of since I was a kid. Even though there was still much to achieve. Of course, there is also the aspect of trying to make them stop their own ways for mine to finally be able to bloom just a little bit.

Seeing the number two pro hero walk up to me one day with his mighty steps that sounded like mountains crashing together I would lie if I said I didn't feel my heartbeat stop for a moment. Let alone when he talked to me for two seconds before giving me all I ever wanted with his angry and demanding attitude.

The moment I was granted this wish of mine I regretted it. Not because I stopped believing in my dream but because seeing the actual part of no one should know is frightening. Frightening might even be an understatement.

Their voice, movements, and the way their bodies looked were scaringly disgusting. The air smelt rotten and it was cold not only because of the temperature. People are being drugged out of their brains to keep them calm, they all look like corpses that have been exposed to warmth and air for too long.

From my plain observation, it even seemed like mutants are treated worse than the other prisoners. Which is a common thing even in normal standards of society. I cannot even blame them because mutants can be incredibly scary.

Tartarus. A name that ran a chill down each villain's spine. A place where the moment you step into you may never escape alive. Rumors spread across the underground like wildfire. About what will happen once you are captured and what you have to endure.

The villains that are imprisoned in Tartarus don't make the facility this scary I realized. Maybe the good people think that they are the reason for all this talk, but this is where they are wrong.

"Do whatever you want"

Just remembering those four simple words made my skin crawl. Goosebumps spread across my body. A sentence you might say to a child that you have no interest in dealing with. Or maybe to your trusted hairstylist.

But not to a licensed therapist who is capable of either destroying you or building you back up. Or to the guards who held the interrogation.

The meaning behind the words held something so incredibly heavy I wanted to forget every memory of someone saying these words, no matter who or when.

Because they meant it. They didn't care if I did my job right or not because I wasn't even supposed to be there. I could do whatever I wanted with the person in front of me. The people who have no way of defending themselves because of their chains and quirk suppressors.

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The air in the small bright room was filled with tension that I created by possibly the worst mistake ever. The guards who were still in the room with me looked at me confused. The only comfort I had at the moment was that the person I directed the mistake to couldn't answer at the moment. But even seeing his eyes shoot up was enough to make me rethink my life choices.

I can clearly feel my face losing its color out of shock from my totally unprofessional behaviour.

"you're so gorgeous"

Whatever ghost possessed me to say that clearly needed new activities to entertain themselves.

With the love for everything I possessed, I cleared my throat and sat down on the chair at the table they provided.

"You can take off the muzzle" my voice rang through the empty room with an echo. It left a chill in my body hearing it so metallic.

The guards hesitated for a moment before they actually started doing their job. They left the room when I gave them another glare, signaling to give us privacy like I asked them to.

Takami-San looked physically exhausted yet his eyes remained sharpness that you don't see very often in patients around here. He had a big grin on his face that I wished I could just wipe off of his face, even if I was the cause of this.

For some reason, he stayed silent. Maybe it was because he was already taunting me or he was waiting for me to introduce myself, I couldn't tell.

"I am Howashi Amaya, I will be your assigned therapist" I introduced myself, a genuine and respectful smile resting on my face.

"Therapist? Sounds fake, they don't care about how fucked up I am" he tilts his head to the side, eyeing me up and down like a bird.

"You're right they don't care, which is why they told me to do whatever I want"

For some odd reason, he seemed to tense up from these words, I wonder why.

"So I decided to just do what I am best at"

"Being a charming girl?"

At that, I took a deep breath. I scrunched my face and looked down at my empty sheet of paper.

When I looked back up he was grinning again god he looked so good stupid.

"Actually no. I meant I will try to help you"

"Help me get out of this shithole?"

"not really I am afraid"

"Ahh shucks"

I waited for a second before actually starting my usual procedure. Which on second thought seemed to be a little too late.

"How has it been?" I click my pen while looking at him, ready to write down whatever I could tell from his response.

"Really? Do you actually ask people this in fucking prison?" His voice sounds raspy.

"I didn't ask how you felt, just how it has been. You could answer nearly everything on it. How you feel, how the people treated you-"

"fucking brilliant, you should get a medal for being a smartass"

"Thank you for calling me smart, I appreciate it"

I silently tap my pen on the paper. Waiting for any kind of reaction from him. As the silence settled I started to notice some weird marks on his neck, they looked kinda infected.

"What do you have on your neck there?" I gestured with the pen on my own neck.

As soon as the question was spoken he tensed and looked more traumatized than a baby chicken that just discovered the big scary world. He broke off the eye contact he previously held with me. His body huddled up in an attempt to look smaller and protect himself, probably with his wings but he wasn't able to do it. Uncomfortable if I need to describe it in one word.

I probably don't need a deeper answer to figure out why they might be there. I silently stand up and walk around the table. He tried to move away from my hands when I reached out but because of the chains, he couldn't move far enough away.

Ever so gently I pulled the collar down and placed my hands on the marks. A familiar warmth spread across my hands and I started to feel how the infected wounds closed and healed.

When I was done I took a step back looking satisfied down at him before returning to my chair.

"Aye... Of course, the doctor has a healing quirk" he mumbles silently.

"Do you have anything you wanna talk about?"

" Aye, why are you here? Never heard of someone like you even working here. Doesn't seem like their style to hire a fucking therapist to fix me or anyone really"

"Good question" I nod in agreement "The answer is simple, I am the only therapist around here. That is why you've never heard of me. The last question shouldn't bother you too much after all you have been here for quite some time and are already in debt worth more than my monthly check"

"Have you ever seen a therapist before?" I ask with a light smile on my face.

"Do I fucking look like it?"

Silence.

"Besides I don't need another bitch asking me any more questions, I have the sparkler for that"

"Sparkler? You mean the number two?"

"Nah I mean the nice guard's captain obvious"

Another silence.

"And I don't need anyone knowing about the stuff I tell him, it's private business." He said in an oddly calm voice.

That certainly amazed me, since I have seen all the recordings of their talk, except the first one. So he wasn't aware that everyone was still listening in. Maybe this will one day be their downfall, why would he be so stern about keeping this a secret if it wasn't necessary.

"Why should no one listen in?"

"Because I said so"

This will be a lot of fun.

"Well with me you can talk about everything you share with Endeavour. No one is listening or watching. I like to keep my talks up to my hands, especially what I share with the government"

And that was not a lie.

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The room was filled with the sunlight shining through the window above the kitchen counter. The light shone through the leaves of the plants sitting at the window.

It was peaceful. The air was fresh and smelled faintly of fish and rice.

The only sound that destroyed the peace was the TV that played the news

Yet the only real news would be that someone escaped Tartarus and that still isn't public information. I wonder what will happen once the public knows.

Once I turned the TV off the silence that came with it was broken with a call. When I read who was calling I felt my mood drop just a little bit.

"Howashi speaking, what can I help you with today hottest hero in Japan"

"He escaped me!" The man yelled angrily, ignoring my terrible joke.

"who escaped you?" I ask grinning widely.

"Takami! That fucking mutant had his brat stealing my wife's necklace"

He has a child? Now that is a surprise. Even a bigger surprise was that he was stupid enough to let his child steal something from him.

"And how is that my problem?" I ask while standing up and staring out the window biting my nails.

"You worked with him for five years! You know exactly what is going on in his stupid birdbrain" Endeavour yelled. I am not even sure why he is yelling at me, I would hear him loud and clear with a normal tone.

"First of all that is extremely rude talking about mutants like that, I am one as well after all, and not even different from Shinyo. Second just because I worked with him does not mean I understand everything he does"

"But you know where he might go"

I nervously tap my fingers on the kitchen counter. Closing my eyes to contemplate if I actually know where he might go.

If I break it down it comes back to one thing, he has a child and is currently taking care of them. But knowing he has unfinished business makes it counterproductive to take care of a child who has to be at least five or four years old. He probably didn't even know the child existed since he never talked about having one, only about his wife Nitsuki.

Nitsuki? Right, he might be searching for her so he can give her the child. But why wasn't she with them?

"I might have an idea but to be honest it is not crystal clear that he is with her"

"Her?"

"Takami Nitsuki, his wife. If he has a child he will certainly not have any time to deal with it and will try to bring it back. The only question I still have is if she really left the child alone and why he has to bring it back"

"Those are two questions and I want you to come to my agency to discuss this further" he demanded. Almost sounded like I didn't have a choice.

"Alright, I can fly over, when?"

"Now" and he hung up the phone after that. Not even a goodbye.

Once I was dressed and didn't look like I just got out of bed. I walk outside of my apartment building taking off my suppressors.

Once I felt the warmth on my back and my wings regrowing I took a small jump before dashing into the air.

I just hope this story will end on a relatively good note.

[transhawks]

I've been wondering about this for some time now, but how did Dabi figure out who Hawks' mother was? I'll admit i don't remember the details of the manga very well, but when i watched the new season that came out, it seemed to me the plan Re-Destro came up with to plant spies into the Comission failed after the HPSC lured him out and he killed its president. Is that explained in the manga at all? Or perhaps i misunderstood it?🤔🤔🤔

Please take this with a grain of salt. I have a feeling we'll be actually told why eventually, because Hawks remarks on it manga-wise.

For now, here's my best guess:

Dabi was obsessed with his own father. I have no doubt that he was incredibly obsessed with watching his father's fights and likely did so after his death, though this would have been when he was still young, likely when Natsuo was a very young baby.

It seems that the Thief Takami fight was like...memorable somehow. And given he was a murderer, not just a thief, it's clear that Keigo's dad had notoriety.

I think Dabi might have recognized the red feathers as similar to the feathers on Takami's arms and just decided to go on a hunch because Hawks's lack of biographical info is weird, actually. The thing about investigation and any avenue of trying to gather info about a person's motives, it's important to leave no unturned stones.

Anyway, so, when you have a hunch, you look into it, right?

Let's be a bit clear on some stuff:

Thief Takami was a two-man team. Tomie was clearly helping him in certain ways. It's implied that he relies on her for finding jobs and this might be linked to her quirk. There's other strange wording around that whole chapter that make me suspect she had absolutely fascinating propensity for tracking people.

We're also not sure what he did prior to having to hide with her. Perhaps he had a team, etc. Dude wasn't like a one off criminal, clearly, and that means he had connections.

So, uh, what does this mean? Well, let's think about it this way: Dabi has a lot of reach now. Giran, the many PLF members, etc. Imagine he starts asking about Thief Takami, seeing if Giran has any contacts who knew the man prior to his arrest and maybe even after, in jail. Maybe Takami mentioned in trial documents or something that he had help though never elaborated, etc.

There's just a lot of possibilities and areas where someone might have found out he had a criminal partner and possibly a first name.

The thing is, and the HPSC were kind of dumb for this, it doesn't seem like they changed her first name. There are quirk databases. I doubt the tech skills of the PLF wouldn't able to get into one of these. Then you look for anyone who matches - eye quirk, surveilence, age range, etc. Of course if you have a name, you put it in even if it seems it's a long shot that she'd still be using it.

(she was)

My view is the HPSC simply didn't cover their tracks well-enough when it came to Keigo's background. Likely it was just a bit less important than the other shit they do cover up. Tomie's quirk was in a quirk database, her first name likely the same, if you knew what you were looking for, cross enough names in your list to check them out. It's possible she wasn't the only woman approached by Dabi and Dabi's people, by the way, but he eventually found her.

Until we get confirmation otherwise, that's been what I think might be the most understandable explanation. When you are able to have a wide reference point of info and willing to dig deeper, you can find out a lot. I'm fairly good at social media stalking stuff myself through this sort of method myself.

[toga-time]

[being reunited after 10+ years]

Seiji: Listen, kid-

Hawks: Please, call me Keigo.

Seiji: I’d rather not. If I named you, I could get attached.

Hawks:

Hawks: I'm literally you son, you piece of shit.

[sleepwalkersqueen]

When you start to see them everywhere

About to be escorted out of the aivary <3