ㅤ— You Can't Catch Rody!!

honestly i can definitely see rody joining the hawks agency but imagine he comes clean about having a history of working with villains and that he deeply regrets it but hawks is just

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wake up, it's my son's birthday in japan

Because I woke up and chose violence, apparently.

Post WHM, Post War Arc:::

Consider: Rody's heading home one seemingly uneventful night. He's done with his shift at the bar, and he's tired, but he's got a lot of studying still to do that night for his classes.

He's got a cup of coffee to keep him going, from the one place that serves coffee this late at night, and he's headed home through familiar streets. Even though he's exhausted, he feels good. Content. Like he's really moving forward.

But then something... horrible, catches his attention.

"Deku..."

heheheh ima annoy the sHEIT outta you

wait brb gonna go bite some short kids ankles

Wait. Who's the short kid- Off he goes to check on Roro and Lala.

Rody: (◡‿◡✿)

(ʘ‿ʘ✿) What you say ‘bout my siblings?

(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ Hold my flower.

Izuku: ✿＼(｡-_-｡) Kick their ass, baby. I got yo flower.

vsagis​:

Finally, the green-haired boy’s smile takes a turn, teeth showing behind parted lips as he lets out an amused huff.

“You’re smart,” he comments, still not providing any confirmation or negation for the other’s guesses. Instead, he presses a finger against the edge of the plate and pushes it to the middle of the table, as if inviting the server to help himself to the fries. Then, he withdraws his hand, the wrist curled back, and lays his palms flat on the table before mirroring the other’s position. Now it looks like they’re both discussing some sort of secret— if they were actors on set of a cliché spy film, that is. That’s why nobody will really pay attention.

“You promise you won’t tell?” It sound like he’s joking, but when Izuku finally gives his answer, it’s clear he’s speaking the truth. “Humarise. Or whatever’s left of it.”

A heartbeat, and he adds one more thing: “I couldn’t be any further from associating with them in any way than I already am, before you accuse. They’re scum.”

"I'll take that compliment." From the smile to the simple action of pushing fries across the table, Rody was slowly seeing the real side of this guest. Technically, he wasn't supposed to sit on the job. Technically.

He sat down across from the green-haired fellow, amused. He sat comfortably, as if he was simply talking to a friend. The guy really didn't have to worry about any attention being drawn to him; everyone was eating, drinking, or watching whatever game was on the TV.

"Promise." Rody humored him with a smile. Who would he tell anyway? All jobs were secretive around here. But rumors always seemed to leak through the cracks.

His heart dropped at the name.

Now, Rody's done a lot of lying in his life, had to charm his way out of things often, so he did his best to keep a neutral reaction. At least the guy didn't want to join them.

"You're trying to find Humarise members?" Was the first question out of his mouth. He spoke low. "People around here don't like to talk about them, let alone mention them, so you might be out of luck, Freckles."

they-

they had three plates ready because they were still under the impression that Rody was coming home

If they had more time to banter they would get on eachothers’ case for being criminals all the time

b o n e s o u p

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"Haha-" Oh, he's running away.