mari | hawks depression

opened the app after three months 🫣

no thoughts in his little head, just vibes

(repost from twt)

Who am i….

#hawks #mha

it’s irresistible

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, staying out of the way, going as far as staying at the edges of the room, hunching over, making sure his feathers & wings don’t flutter or attract attention.

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fin (repost from twt)

or during mundane, every day tasks. he was raised as a weapon, he doesn’t know how to wash dishes or sweep or dust. or microwave food.

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eventually he gets as comfortable as he’s able with the league & becomes terrified of losing it, so he tries to become practically invisible

blanket. getting a snack.

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keigo never says no to anyone, if they ask him something he will immediately stop what he’s doing to complete the task he was ordered to do.

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always checking to see if he did something wrong.
asking “is this right?” “did i do it right?” after

the room.

keigo responds solemnly, “if that’s what you want me to do.” bc he doesn’t know how to believe them on his own.

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holding his breath out of fear & anxiety when he does something without asking permission. making himself a drink, sitting on the couch, using a

he’s freaking out. he’s gonna get punished. he’s gonna hurt. he’s gonna get thrown away. he’s a broken toy.

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flinching back from compress. apologizing immediately. “i’m not going to hurt you, dear boy.”

“i- i know. i’m sorry.”

“do you believe us?” dabi asks from across

crushed on the couch. he’s still stiff.

freaking out when dabi points it out, “i’m relaxed! i’m doing the, the relaxing thing! i’ve got this leg crossed over this one just like you- i! i don’t- what am i doing wrong?!”

he’s not following the protocol they set for ‘relaxing’

to cover the scars on his shoulders, frantically backing out of the room & down the hall.

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“you can relax, you know.” dabi telling him as he sits on the couch stiff as a board. keigo proceeds to copy dabi’s posture, crossing his legs & slumping back. his wings

wearing a halter top toga gifted him. liking it bc it makes his wings feel free & unconfined. walks into the kitchen & everyone looks at him horrified bc of the mass amounts of scars along his shoulders, back, & arms.

“oh. i’m so sorry, um. i forgot to cover up-” using his palms

#gen + lov + #hawks / #keigotakami angst

living weapon keigo taken from the hpsc by the league

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eating as fast as possible, trying to do it quietly, hunched over his food ➜ one of them asking him “are you okay?”

“yes, sorry, i’m so sorry- i’m, i’m done. what do you need me to do?”

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#DabiHawks ⛈️ Hawks is a little entranced with thunder storms. It's his little secret.

He can't fly in the weather but it's only more of an excuse to call it quits. The "Aw shucks, looks like a storm is brewing I'd better head home!" that he announces without a trace of remorse in his voice.

ladies and gents,
this is the moment you've waited for
#bnha #mha #dabi

翼　rkgk

good morning hawks & dabihawks nation <3

btw you can look at your enemy's lips, just so you know, it's just in case they try something
#mha #dabihawks

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his job, but hawks felt warm & fuzzy on the inside & was definitely getting attached to this man.

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inconvenience for the man to avoid those place & he fully expected pain & denial but touya replied with a “let me know if it hurts,” & hawks vision darkened around the edges in pure shock bc no one had ever cared about that before. hawks knew deep down the man was just doing

massage for months, but after a rough fight, he tentatively called the parlor & booked with touya.

he forgot about the massive amounts of bruising until the man questioned him softly & he felt so 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑 but he stuttered out an answer, hoping it wasn’t a huge

help but relax bc 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 & he wanted to cringe away when the cooing started but touya didn’t say anything like his handler’s would have, so he let them continue & after it was over he was so mortified at how he behaved that he avoiding thinking of the

& from hawks’ pov, he’s so starved for touch, so unused to anything but harshness from his hero work, that at first he can’t relax on the white haired man’s table, he’s tense & awkward & 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑, but the man… touya, laid his hands on his back & eventually he couldn’t

sorry, i forgot about- could you, could you avoid them?”

& once again touya was floored at how shy & awkward the hero was bc in public & on camera he seemed to be a big flirt but that wasn’t the case here.

“of course. please let me know if it hurts at any point.”

on his sides when he moved to drift his hands over his back. hands hovering, he spoke softly , “is it alright to touch here? you’ve got some bruising.”

hawks took a few moments to answer, but touya was a patient man.

“oh, um.” the awkward stuttering was back, “i- i’m so

from his lips as touya worked his palms & fingers through the knots in his back.

after the first session, he didn’t see hawks again for a few months, but when he popped up on his schedule again, he found himself pleased.

he wasn’t pleased with the amount of bruising hawks had

pressure due to the amount of knots that were in his muscles. he was shocked at the amount of time it took for hawks to relax on his table, even w his quirked warmed hands. that usually did the trick. but after he relaxed, he seemed to melt into the table, broken coo’s spilling