Katsuki cannot believe this shit.
"What the fuck do you mean I've been transferred?"
While they may be in the kingdom of Heaven, if Todoroki had taken a second longer to tear his soulless eyes away from the scroll spread upon his desk, Katsuki would have killed him. Discorporated him at the very least. Bare handed.
"Did you not hear the coming of Christ? The operation started a mere 24 hours ago, but surely..."
Wait. The what?
"The fucking what?" Katsuki spits, brain-to-mouth filter be damned and splashed with holy water. "You can't seriously mean that shit, right? That's... I thought that wasn't..." His voice extinguishes, hands shaking with the itch to miracle the entirety of Todoroki's office into an afterthought.
Because this isn't happening. This is just some silly catastrophe that has always loomed far in the future. Not to mention the entire plan is insane and... the things that kid would go through?
Katsuki isn't naive. He's always known of it, heard other angels speculating, even dreaming of the day, but. It's never come close before. Not to Katsuki and not to... to him. And the idea of it, of an end, never used to hurt him before. Not until he started to, dare he fucking say it, look forward to seeing that mess of curly hair, brushed but never neat. Of looking at those freckles and wondering if those, too, were hand-crafted like the stars, if he could maybe craft them again. Of long nights at K.D. Café, of snow in the dark, of journals and shitty outfits and the sound of his voice and now it--
It isn't. It's not happening. It can't.
Regardless, the question tumbles from his lips, eager to be kicked down into the dirt but also hopeful, god, so fucking hopeful. His mouth has always been at the ready to face his fears, even if the rest of him hasn't.
"The Rapture is starting now?"
"Yes," Todoroki answers blithely, nodding in that oddly scripted way that makes bugs crawl beneath the outer layer of Katsuki's very soul. "Henceforth, you've been pulled from Miracles, and it will be your job to deliver the rebirthed Christ to her rightful family. As well as keep an eye on her earthly progress."
Katsuki takes in a shaky breath, stabs a finger at himself. "And you want me to do it?" Because yeah, of course it's a good idea to send the most temperamental of angels to be a divine stork-combination-nanny. How genius.
The angel before him blinks. "I do not want anything. You are merely the best."
Yeah. The best.
Not after this. Maybe he never has been, really, but fuck, not after this. At least, not to the one shitty guy whose opinion half-ass matters.
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Hey can the linguistics/etymology side of Tumblr explain to me why we say His and Hers instead of "Him's" and "Her's"? While where at it, could anyone explain how we ended up having both "He/She" and "Him/Her", which are ostensibly the same words but cannot be used interchangeably? This has been gnawing at my brain all day
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Look I thought I was done with this but someone tried to keep arguing with me. I am an argumentative bitch but I am also not wasting my time endlessly, so PSA for all my dear mutuals:
If I say something to you (on anon or off anon) that disturbs you in any way you can delete it, unfollow me, block me or you can answer, I am fine with all of these options.
What I don't recommend you do is to tell me "I know who you are because clearly your VPN isn't working" when I send in an anon ask. Because I am stupid that way I still tried to have a reasonable discussion off-anon (maybe not quite as kindly worded anymore because I was very creeped out by then). If you then want to screenshot my comment and keep arguing I am even fine with that but you can expect me to reply. Again, the option was there to unfollow, block me, delete the comment.
I know a lost cause when I see it though so I have now blocked this person. If you somehow end up reading this anyway, I want to reiterate that I have no resentment towards you, I hope you have a nice life and a nice tumblr experience now that you don't have to see me on your dash anymore.
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