#Twice vc: WAAAAAAAH MASTER SHIGARAKI HAWKS WAS MEAN TO MEEEEE

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@decayman

Hawks had been a traitor. His friend. The man they'd accepted into the fold. Dabi had been against Boss Shigaraki meeting with Keigo, so Jin had taken it upon himself to get to know the winged professional better, decided to trust him due to his past. A child soldier, trapped in a gilded cage that offered him no freedom or autonomy to fly. And what had he received as thanks? Nearly dying at the very hands of his new comrade.

"Not again-" the blonde breathed, gripping at the sides of his temples hard enough to hurt, hard enough to leave bruises from the pressure.

"I had to... I had to trust him, because I felt bad for him... The way everyone kept their distance from the guy, looked at him like he was one step away from turnin' tail and running. It sucks when nobody trusts you, how sad is that when nobody will believe in you? It hurts!"

He grit his teeth and shut his eyes, strained the muscles in his face until he saw all sorts of bursts of dark colors beneath his eyelids- Anything to erase the image of Keigo's cold, emotionless glare focused on him, so alien and unnatural compared to the easygoing and jovial warmth he thought he knew.

Jin can already feel the tears, he'd always been the crybaby of the group- Emotions far too strong and wild to ever keep in check. But at least his tears were genuine. This was pain- REAL pain squeezing and twisting at his heart, making weight like a massive stone bear down against the pit of his stomach.

"He... lied to me. All the stuff we talked about- The stuff we had in common, was any of it real? That sob story about being used by the Hero Commission... was that his clever little alibi, wantin' to 'fly free' without bein' trapped under their thumb- HUH?!"

The blonde makes a cross between a terse bark of laughter and a bitter sob, lower lip trembling as they pull back from his teeth in a haunting grin.

"He calls himself a HERO? That scum... That TOTAL FUCKING DIRTBAG!" Jin bellows, fiery surges of anger flaring up between the hiccuping gasps for air as his nose became stuffy.

"They don’t understand. None’a them understand what it's like to be thrown to the wolves- All us downtrodden folk... Him and all the other pros, they all look down on us! Without a care in the fucking world, without so much as a second thought... they just trample the rest of us so far down into the dirt, I can’t stand it-”

He presses his face into the the hem of Shigaraki’s cape, prostrating himself before the newly reborn Symbol of Destruction’s feet miserably. His fingers claw gently into the soft fabric, holding onto it like a lifeline. 

His leader. His Master. His God.

“I wanna fucking kill him so badly... He needs to die... I want that lying piece of hero shit DEAD!”