𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬, with line the timeline changes as if they're different diary entries. the original draft of the story was planned in this format, and also in the AO3 version i had planned a great deal of strike-through words to symbolize what hawks/keigo had crossed out upon writing those thoughts. since the strike-through format isn't supported on this platform, most of them were changed to bold italics or parentheticals. as the meta liberation army arc is still ongoing, this fic is only canon-compliant up to around chapter 282. as usual, there are details and notes as paragraph comments inside.
𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, graphic descriptions of blood/violence
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A storm/war is approaching. What bugs me is that this is something that no one can prepare for. There's no rule book, no certainty. No sharply defined sides of a coin, I'm more afraid so in my case.
Ears are everywhere. Writing comes easier these days, even when my writing falters and words blur between gibberish all I trust in this house is the worn paper under my hands.
If Endeavor realises how our conversations never falter from a familiar line outside the agency, he's kind enough not to comment. He doesn't ask about Keigo whom he had met in the hospital. I don't ask about his lack of a social life outside this profession and an estranged family.
The man was kind enough to accept my offer for breakfast before his train for Hamamatsu, it has been a couple of days now. Maybe he sensed the uneasiness (It's hard to hide ruffled wings but I assume it was my expression that had given it away), when I found myself glaring daggers at the side of his face, the way how his left eye looked slightly more slitted now. But in the rough way Endeavor remarked that his injuries are his own responsibility, I can't help but feel guilty that those words and the soft scowl on his face convinced me that he was telling the truth, when the world should've known that Hawks was the one who nearly sent him to his death.
Dabi is demanding a meeting in two days. Alone. I have to go. They'll be making their move soon. I should warn the commission.
