Chapter 85: Nothing But Fools

words from starpeace

Saw a great post on Overhaul here by @x-kiwi-03 and had to add on! Overhaul the quirk is amazing — it can repair everything Tomura destroys; it can heal; it can bring the dead back to life. That alone has to play a role in the MHA endgame. The Overhaul quirk still exists too, much like how Erasure still exists inside Aizawa even if he can’t use it with one eye. Plus there is this:

Meanwhile, Overhaul the person gets underestimated because he’s beaten by Tomura. And he’s a monster to Eri. And he’s a germaphobe. And he’s SUPER angsty about wanting people to call him “Overhaul,” his quirk’s name, and NOT using “Chisaki,” his supposed family name.

And he’s so desperate to impress Boss/Pops, his father figure. It would make sense if his desperation came from Pops “rescuing” Chisaki from AFO. It would explain why he hated the Chisaki family name, and why Overhaul is the one to bring up AFO to Tomura in both of their conversations.

Interestingly, in Ch.312 (which was just animated), Chisaki doesn’t acknowledge AFO; it’s AFO who recognizes Chisaki…and suspiciously doesn’t use EITHER of the names “Chisaki” OR “Overhaul.” It’s a contrast to how AFO treats Toya, directly saying his name and talking about “disposable lighters.” In Tartarus and in front of AFO, Chisaki only says “boss” and no complete sentences.

Overhaul then speaks in complete, varied sentences in 315 & 316, after he’s away from Tartarus and AFO. He CAN say more than just “boss” or “old man,” but he doesn’t when he knows AFO is present. Nagant thinks he just has some screws loose, but it’s entirely possible he’s got some window into AFO. Like maybe AFO made a copy of his quirk and he can feel when it’s nearby. Or maybe there is some kind of fate/wishful thinking thing going on — Izuku was supposed to die at Overhaul’s hands; Overhaul says Nagant wasn’t supposed to lose; Nagant says her meeting Overhaul was fate.

But the biggest “he’ll be back” of all is that, when Izuku offers to fulfill Nagant’s promise and take him to “Boss,” we never hear Overhaul’s answer. We don’t know what side he’s on; and we don’t know where he is, physically.

dbhwks + shigs as cowboys/outlaws? hell yeah

hehe

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you weren't sure how things got to this point.

with one hand, you were clutching onto a fitstful of touya’s t-shirt and in the other you had your fingers wrapped around his outer forearm as it slung over your shoulder.

touya's body weight threatened to drag you down with him as you two stumbled through the woods. with his phone flashlight haphazardly swinging in all directions in his loose grasp, you could only hope you were heading towards the right direction.

"move your fucking feet, touya," you groan, dragging him forward.

"the fuck do you think i'm doing?" he slurs, accidentally kicking the back of your foot for the third time.

you felt hot against the side of his body at all points of contact. your palm was burning against his waist as were your fingertips wrapped around his wrist. 

it's fine. it's fine. it’s fine

how did a couple shots turn into another quarter of that handle of vodka? how were you somehow managing fine?

the first time you gotten drunk at camp was during your last summer. hawks and touya made it a tradition to sneak in a bottle or two since you were fourteen, but it wasn't until you were seventeen when tomura was old enough to be invited to partake and the weight of peer pressure had finally cracked you.

that night, you were met with your creator in the woods behind hawks' cabin at an ungodly hour with a blanket hung over your shoulder and touya holding back a fistfull of your hair.

"everyone's first time is like this, don't be embarrassed." he assures, biting back laughter.

"did i ruin it?" you drunkenly sob over a pool of your own vomit.

“no, you were perfect.”

at least this wasn’t that. 

you could’ve at least enjoyed this experience and been a bit tipsy, but the responsibility of dragging touya of all people back to your beds was harrowing enough to sober you up.

"my phone died." he groans.

"yeah, i can tell," you huff, staring at the ground in darkness.

"i'm scared."

"of the dark? you're a twenty three year old grown man, babe," you scoff "i'm sure the woods are more scared of you than you are of it."

"in the dark. in the woods. alone. with you." he hiccups.

"i don't bite."

"wish you did."

you hear the smirk in his voice- the familiar teasing tone that never failed to twist your stomach and make your throat go dry. you don't respond.

the buzzing of your cabin's porch light called out to you like an applause at the finish line and you swore you've never been more excited to be reunited with a rock hard twin sized mattress.

“you’re gonna have to walk up a couple steps, okay?” 

you pull him closer to you. how cruel would it be to leave him on the front steps of the porch if he doesn’t cooperate? of course you’d bring him a blanket and pillow. it’d be nice to be woken up by the rising sun wouldn’t it?

“heard.” he mumbles, resting his cheek against the side of your head.

you curse to yourself once your cold hand meets the warmth of skin where his t-shirt had ridden up his waist.

you almost reflexively rip your hand away until your fingers twitch against the sudden divide between soft flesh and unfamiliar rough thick grooves running up his torso.

your eyes dart back and forth between the concentration sewn in his furrowed brows, and the front door just steps away. your fingers freeze in place. touya’s focus remains down at his feet. he doesn’t notice.

you let your fingers press into his skin as you help him keep balance up the steps. your index and middle finger push against thick rubbery skin as your ring and pinky finger sink into soft flesh. you don’t know what to make of it.

once you two practically fall into the front door, you think about giving him a glass of water, and laying him on his back. you could let your hands glide up his torso, bringing the ratty band tee up over his head and onto the ground, and you could look at him. really look at him.

that white hair he used to complain about and slather in black hairdye had grown past his ears. did you stop dyeing you hair because you lost the only person you’d let touch it?

he added a few new piercings to his collection. did you do these yourselves again?

his cerulean eyes still has that gleam to them. i still recognize you.

this is the first time you’ve let yourself think about him all day. every time he crossed your mind since your meeting this morning, you’ve been quick to chased it off with a distraction. maybe you were drunk, because for the first time in years, you’re wondering besides the obvious, what’s changed?

a lot could happen in five years. new people. freak accidents. it’s all inevitable.

maybe it's nothing.

a/n: somehow leaning towards canon adjacent dynamics and snippets eeeeeeep and i also feel like we r finally moving the story along kinda sorta so yaay

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