Palm Trees ✓ (☁⛔)

38; 予定

Current arc: Best Served With Ice

Tomura was excited. Tonight. Tonight. Tonight they were taking a little trip.

"Hey kiddo, you comin' tonight?" He asked, peering at the little through Father.

"Yeah! What are we doing? Are we gonna kill?" The kid seemed too excited over the prospect. Tomura winced when Toga squealed from the entrance.

"You're so cute! We can go try that some other time, okay? We can go kill the big bad heroes"

The kid beamed. Maybe the kid's hatred for the heroes was more than he had conceived. They could use that...

He blinked when the kids hung on him, smiling happily. "I love you Shiggy"

"Love you too" Tomura whispered, ruffling the kid's hair with partially gloved fingers.

"That's so cute" Magne commented, using sing hand to partially cover her grin.

"Shut- Shut up" Tomura glared, causing those present to laugh. "Fuck off dipwads. Don't you have anything else to do?"

"No, not really"

"Uncle! Come play with me!" The kid dragged Spinner off, leaving Tomura to smirk.

Dabi pulled Tomura over to sit with him at the bar. "So what's the plan anyways?"

"I second that question"

"I third that question. I don't care"

"I fourth that question"

Tomura rolled his eyes, lightly flicking Dabi's head. "Well..." He paused for a dramatic effect. "We've gotta show that we're serious about everything. They know we're capable of 'killing' kids. So we have no morals. We're the big bad villains"

"Well I'm definitely big"

"Dabi" Tomura hissed, face significantly warming.

"Hey, I never specified what I meant. You interpreted it, babe"

Tomura cleared his throat, taking a breath to calm himself. He ignored Toga's crackle. "Anyways, we've gotta have a little fun. We have to see how far the kid will go. Plus it'll be beneficial for us to play with the heroes"

"So... Who're we choosing? Not that I care"

"Best Jeanist"

"Damn. That bitchy boy? Why the hell are we picking him? So annoying, he isn't even cute! " Toga whined.

"Quick question" Magne cut in. "He can manipulate threads. How's that gonna work? Most of us are close range"

"Glad you asked" Tomura grinned, pushing Father up onto the top of his head. He vaulted over there counter and pulled out briefcases. "Ta-da!"

"The hell is that?" Dabi asked, reaching out to grab one.

"Those," Masaru piped up, finally speaking after silently listening through the members' conversation. "are my blood, sweat and tears"

"These are our redone costumes"

Masaru stood and began passing out the briefcases. "We kept your preferences in mind and made sure it was both comfortable and practical. Dabi, Katsuki specifically designed yours by himself"

Tomura watched Dabi rip open the box. The others watched, waiting to see if it was better or worse than their previous outfits.

"Woah! Dabi that's cool as fuck!"

It was similar to his old costume, though it had bright under colours and it felt lighter.

"Okay wait a second. Explain why they hell it has more stuff but it's lighter"

Tomura placed himself on top of the counter. He leaned back, hooking his legs on the edge so that he could hang tomorrow grab a glass.

"It's heat resistant. Katsuki made it lighter because he said your old one was too heavy to be functional. It's made if bamboo cloth, so Best Jeanist can't control it. Considering that it's technically not thread and all. Oh and Katsuki said he left a present for you on the inside. I didn't check"

Tomura placed the glass of wine down and scooted to see Dabi's present. When he saw it, he but still out laughing.

In a blue coloured heart, the word 'ShigaDabi' was written. Tomura snorted.

"He calls you my prince, by the way" Tomura told his partner, running a finger over the staples under Dabi's eyes. The burnt out tear ducts.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Katsuki ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

'Tsuki was beyond excited. He was gonna go on a mission. But first, he had to play with his uncle.

"Hey" Uncle Spinner whined. "Can't we play something else?"

"No" 'Tsuki smiled back, not even pausing his motions.

"I regret letting you buy all this"

'Tsuki laughed. "You look pretty" and his uncle did, the scales around his eyes coated in eyeshadow. To be exact, it was orangey yellow eyeshadow. 'Tsuki had originally wanted to do lipstick but he didn't want to empty half a stick.

He held up a mirror and let his uncle study himself in it. "See! It's pretty!"

"Sure kiddo"

Word Count: 768

I breathed and my jaw cracked. It hurts now (~T^T)~