#watch me putting everything I've been working on online ins a single weekend

[inexchangeforyoursoul]

“The next question is from little_redcap🍄: ‘Lately, you seem to be a little all over the place- super relaxed one day, then on the verge of collapsing on the next. Are you OK?’ A good one, because I’ve noticed the same. How’s work treating you, Hawks?”

He lets out a thoughtful hum, puckering his lips. “Well...” How should he put it...?

On one hand, there’s people up and about in his holiday house that stood cold and empty a few weeks ago. Now it is everything but.

Giran keeps dumping illegally acquired support items, oldschool weaponry and suspect suitcases, and now the guest room has been repurposed into a warehouse of potentially hazardous goods and bads.

Himiko got him to give some blood once, and now she’s insatiable, resulting in him looking like a corpse on some days. She also keeps getting bloody, and he doesn’t dare ask how.

Compress, while helpful, keeps pocketing shit and has brought his own inner kleptomaniac out- it’s become a mutual challenge to hide stuff all over the place. Nobody knows where anything is on the estate anymore.

Twice… was a little hard to adjust to, mainly for handling his relapse moments. Otherwise, he is kind of okay, actually- if not a little clingy.

He’s been having trouble sleeping ever since Dabi’s quirk activated while still unconscious and on the verge of death, dreading that they all would end up roasting in a house fire. Nowadays he’s just worried he’d set his wings on fire while watching TV, just because he can… and he keeps breaking shit because he’s one clumsy asshole.

Spinner keeps breaking shit because he’s also kinda clumsy, but he tidies it up at least.

Shigaraki Fucking Tomura keeps breaking his shit and leaving the crumbling debris there deliberately.

Just yesterday, he destroyed a perfectly openable window as-is for whatever fucking reason so Spinner could climb up to the roof to check on the receiver, only because they wanted to watch some championship and the thing was a little off from the storm the night before. In broad daylight. Himiko stole a blood IV from an ambulance parked on the next street, in broad daylight. Jin took a walk around the block, in broad daylight. Sako took the bus to the next town to “earn some change,” a suspicious amount of change, in broad daylight. He found Dabi burning sparklers found god knows where, in less broad twilight in the yard. Giran left what looks like a grenade launcher in the makeshift warehouse for every single one of them to see.

So yeah, day by day, he lives in terror of those idiots he has harbored in his weekend house in the East casually nuking the entire neighborhood.

On the other hand... there’s people up and about in his holiday house that stood cold and empty a few weeks ago. Now it is everything but.

He woke up after collapsing all sprawled out on the king size bed yesterday, (not even bothering to take off his jacket or boots,) to Compress humbly settling on the edge of the bed to take a nap. Himiko was clutching onto his waist from the right and Twice snuggling up to his left, both fast asleep. He could hear the noise Spinner and Shigaraki made over playing some game in the living room underneath him, apparently debating on how to pull off a speedrun tactic on some boss. The thundering phrase “MY NAME IS GYOUBOU MASATAKA ONIWA” has burned itself into his ears and has been on repeat ever since. He took a deep breath once the alarm tried to go off, shaking out the feathers the fellow blondes were lying on. As he left for the kitchen downstairs, where something was smelling rather nice, he could spy Dabi smoking on the balcony of his bedroom, in broad almost-daylight. He stopped only for a moment before deciding that he’d deal with his ass once he himself was awake and fed. Giran greeted him with an energy drink and it turns out the nice smell was scrambled eggs- enough to feed a football team. Passing some weed to Dabi triggered one of those random high cooking binges he sometimes did… last time, it was a stack of the best crepes he’s ever had. Him and the broker had a good laugh over the ridiculous portion and just rolled with it.

“Well, Hawks?” The voice of the interviewer drags him back into the present, and he processes the situation with a blink.

He flashes a smile. "Could be worse.” ( AO3 )