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Psychosis (Part Eight) - Dabi/Bakugou/Hawks x f!Reader

Tag List: @sylum @iiashleysykes @bebetiny @valentinesnightmares1

TW: mentions of drug use, suicide and abuse.

You had stayed with Hawks in the courtyard for much longer than you originally anticipated, not getting home until late into the evening. You had hoped that with how tired you were, you’d immediately fall asleep, but instead you tossed and turned for most of the night, only managing to get an hour or two of rest before you were heading back to work.

You had stopped to grab breakfast on the way, and entered Level Three with coffee in hand. You were surprised to see Bakugou at the front desk, figuring there would have been some consequence to his action. Typically, a physical altercation was grounds for termination, or suspension at the very least.

He glanced up as you approached, eyes lingering on you for only a second before he returned to his task at hand. You felt your stomach coil with dread, footsteps faltering to a slow pace. You expected him to bring up the argument you’d had the day before, but when you finally reached him, no words were exchanged as he passed a clipboard over to you with your daily agenda.

You noticed the large amount of time allotted for visitation and wondered what you were supposed to do since you were not listed under that section as a supervisor.

“Is this right?” You asked Bakugou, turning the board and pointing to the schedule.

“Yeah, Aizawa and I will be there. Someone has to watch Romeo and keep him entertained, figured you’d be better for that than me.” He said, his words lacking their usual bite.

You glanced to the swelling of Bakugou’s cheekbone where the deep purple bruising bordered his eye. His neck shared the same dark hue, accompanied by the scratches lining the column of his throat.

“No one is here to visit him?” You asked.

“No one’s ever come to visit him.” He sighed, pushing himself up and brushing past you. You turned, scurrying to keep up.

“So what, I just hang out with him for a few hours?” You asked, wanting to make sure you weren’t missing anything.

“Pretty much. Before you got here, we had to have him in the room so we could keep eyes on him since visitation lasts so long. I’m sure he won’t really care what you do, he’ll just be happy to not have to sit alone in silence for half the day.” He shrugged dismissively.

It saddened you greatly that Dabi had never had a visitor, especially since he’d had to sit idly by while everyone else got quality time with family and friends. You realized then how lonely he must truly be, you were the only point of contact he really had.

You and Bakugou parted ways, him going to gather Toga and Shigaraki, while you made your way to Dabi’s room. You tried to think of what you could possibly do together, unsure of how you were supposed to fill that much time. You debated on having a lengthy session but ultimately decided against it. You could mix in trying to make some progress, but you also wanted him to have a little fun. In a way, that was just as important as getting him to open up.

You had no idea what Dabi enjoyed, or what his hobbies were, so it felt impossible to plan ahead. Your best bet was just walking in and seeing what he felt like doing.

You unlocked his door, finding him sprawled out in bed atop the covers. His eyes were closed, and you kept your footsteps quiet as you strolled over, not wanting to wake him.

He looked peaceful aside from the bandages that covered his arms and face. You’d have to clean him up and change the dressings at some point, but you were in no rush as they were not yet soaked through. You let your gaze roam over him, inspecting his skin for any damage you may have missed.

“What do you need, doc?” Dabi called out, and you jumped at hearing his voice so suddenly.

“Today’s visitation day, so-“

“Great. Just give me a minute to get dressed, I’ll follow you down. Didn’t realize it was that wonderful time again.” He cut you off, sarcasm lacing his words.

“Since I’m here, you don’t have to sit in the common room all day.” You told him, and he looked at you skeptically.

“Alright, what are we doing then?” He asked.

“Whatever you want.” You smiled.

“Can I eat in the cafeteria?” He asked, after a moment of thought.

Normally, patients on Level Three were only served meals in their room or in the common area with supervision. However, since visitation was going on, it should preoccupy the other floors as well, meaning the cafeteria would be empty.

It was a small bend in policy, but if you kept him in his restraints until he was alone, there shouldn’t be a problem. At most, you’d get a slap on the wrist so long as you were cautious.

“Yeah, I don’t think that would be an issue.” You hummed, giving a small nod as Dabi quickly got out of bed, grabbing a change of clothes and throwing them on. You could see the small smile that had formed on his lips, and knew it was the right call.

Once his arms were secured, you led him out to the elevator and down to Level One. The halls were vacant, though you could hear the chatter and laughter that bled out from the surrounding rooms.

You entered the cafeteria, finding it empty, and led him to the back. Once you were hidden from sight and sure there was no one else lingering, you removed the cuffs and he stretched before walking over to the refrigerators.

His fingers gently traced along the doors, walking slowly he peered into each section, as if he was weighing each item of food carefully within his mind. He would pause, reaching for something, before withdrawing and moving on to the next section. It hadn’t occurred to you how something so simple could be such a luxury when it had been taken from you. Dabi hadn’t been able to pick his own meals since his arrival at the asylum.

He grabbed a tray, selecting a few things before walking over to the doorway. He waited for you, letting you check to make sure the coast was clear, before strolling out and choosing a table. You followed behind him, grabbing only a bottle of water as you walked, and took a seat in the chair across from him.

“It’s weird, sometimes I feel like I have more freedom here than before I was locked up. I think this is my first time being able to eat at a table with someone since I was a kid.” He said offhandedly between bites, and you nodded in understanding.

“You couldn’t eat at a table when you were at home?” You asked, taking a sip of your drink.

“A lot of things changed after my replacement came into the picture.” His tone was bitter.

“What do you mean?” You asked, brow furrowed.

Dabi regarded you carefully, seeming to ponder on if he wanted to share more on the subject, before giving a shrug and a sigh.

“I didn’t really live up to good ol’ mom and dad’s standards. They had everything all planned out for me before I was born, but I couldn’t meet their expectations, so they kept popping out kids until they got it right. Once they had him, I was on my own for the most part.” He told you, a sneer forming on his lips.

“I’m sorry to hear that, how old were you when all of that was happening?” You asked, hoping he would continue to open up. If you could get him to talk about his past, it would give you a better idea of exactly what he needed, and it could provide insight on how he ended up here now.

“I was nine when he was born, but I wasn’t fully out of the house until I was 21.” He said, sitting back in his chair, his long arms splaying across the table as he stared at you with his head cocked to the side.

“So, you were still there even into adulthood?” You asked.

“Unfortunately. I tried to run away more times than I can count, but they always found me and brought me back. Couldn’t risk the secret getting out that their eldest was a fuck up, and I think they knew I’d talk.” He said.

“Are you comfortable with talking about what you would have exposed if you had managed to get away?” You asked, testing the waters. Dabi stared into your eyes. At his silence, you wondered if you had pressed too deep, but he responded.

“Mainly abuse. Verbal and physical. Daddy dearest was held in high regards within his line of work. Still is to this day. They used to say he was one of the best, and so he had to put in a lot of effort to hide how much of a piece of shit he was. It worked out for him though, all he had to do was wave his wads of cash around and everyone fell in line.” He laughed.

“Did you ever try to tell anyone about what was happening?” You questioned.

“Yeah, a few times. Problem was, he’d already painted me as the villain. He’d tell them I was a bad seed, how I was angry and manipulative and was trying to take it out on the family. By the time I’d open up, they were already on his side. Happened with teachers, doctors, shrinks. Shit, even CPS refused to look into it, but I guess it shouldn’t have surprised me. He had everyone convinced that I was the problem. Even had me thrown into a juvenile psychiatric hospital so they could try and assess whatever trauma he told them I had. Then, they’d send me back home and tell me I was safest in his care, that they all loved me and I just had to learn how to bond with them to heal. Not one of them ever doubted him, or thought I might be telling the truth. Not one!” He exclaimed, palm slapping loudly against the table, and your heart ached for the man before you.

“I believe you.” You told him softly, placing your hand over his, but he did not react.

“When we met, you were older. You’d come to the behavioral unit at the hospital and I remember you were still having issues with your family then. Was that close to when you were able to leave?” Your thumb traced his knuckle as you spoke.

“Yeah, last time I went there was right before I left. Usually, I’d have a suicide attempt, or some kind of mental breakdown, and go stay in the hospital for a while to get away, and then come home and the cycle would repeat. That last time though, it was different. They’d fought tooth and nail to keep me in that house, and then suddenly wanted me to leave. I thought it was sketchy, figured I was getting set up, so I refused. Then, there was the fire. Happened in the middle of the night. They all got out of the house, but I was stuck down in the basement. Once the fire was out, they found me down there, half dead. I was in a coma for the next three months from inhaling so much smoke and the damage to my body. Had to get skin grafts everywhere, and when I woke up, I looked like this. They said they never figured out what caused it, but I think it was him.“ Dabi’s voice was unwavering, and the glint in his eye seemed dangerous.

“You mean, your father?” You couldn’t believe a parent could do something like that to their own child. You knew it happened more often than you’d like to acknowledge, but every time you heard the stories, it unsettled you.

“Yeah. It was all too clean. I think he wanted to kill me. Get rid of the evidence. He didn’t account for me surviving, and I’m sure that really pissed him off. Before I was released from the hospital, I remember everyone coming in and they were all trying to feed me the same bullshit, saying he would never do that to me. How I should thank him for covering the cost of my medical bills and for saving me. They tried to convince me that I was the problem, but I knew he had too much influence, and I was a loose-end. I threatened everything he had built up in his life. If everyone knew what went on in that house, he’d lose his job, his credentials, his reputation and his money. I figured he’d have spent some time rotting in prison, so it’s kind of ironic that I’m the one who ended up stuck in a cell.” He told you.

You sat in silence, shock weighing heavily on you as you tried to think of what to say. The pain he had endured was unimaginable. However, before you could speak, he continued.

“When I was released, I got handed the restraining order. They said I was too large of a risk to be there with their precious family. So, I was homeless and in excruciating pain from the burns. Mom and dad refused to give me anything, like my I.D. or birth certificate, so the hospitals wouldn’t prescribe any pain meds. Had to get them off the street, and then it just went out of control.” Dabi laughed, staples pulling tightly against his cheeks as a grin spread across his face.

“What about the rest of your family? Did you maintain a relationship with any of them?” You asked.

“No. None of them were much better. Mom was too scared of him to ever do anything, and she’s just as messed up as the rest of us, anyways. She was on his side at first, always scolding me. As things got worse at home, she just checked out. She was vacant, just sitting around the house blankly staring for hours. Then she started having these fits of rage where she’d lose it, telling me I was dead to her, or that she wishes I’d never been born. That I was a mistake. She’d throw things, breaking them, sometimes using them as a weapon. My siblings were still kids, they never knew what was going on and they were kept away from me mostly. I think when they got older, two of them understood more. They knew they were just failed replacements. The youngest, though, he was different. None of us were ever allowed near him. He was the perfect child, and he spent all of his time sitting in dads shadow.” Dabi told you.

You could feel the bitterness pouring from him as he spoke, and the look in his eyes made a chill run down your spine. The deep resentment and hatred he had of his family was apparent, but you couldn’t blame him. You remembered how much it had stung when your own family had written you off, you couldn’t even imagine what Dabi felt. The burdens he has carried since childhood were heavy, and you were sure you were only scratching the surface.

“I’m so sorry that you had to go through that, it isn’t fair to you that you received that kind of treatment. I don’t think having a bond with your father would be healthy for you, but would you ever consider trying to establish one with the others? I know at the time things were rough, but it sounds like they are victims of his as well. If they have cut ties with him, it could be good for you to reconnect possibly, as they would understand your situation best and could offer support.” You told him, but he recoiled at your words, a grimace overtaking his features.

“It’s a nice thought, but I wouldn’t hold your breath. Mom can’t even look at me, she says I have his face, that I’m already ruined to her. My siblings are still there with him, he never did to them what he did to me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure they can’t stand him, but they don’t know him like I do. I don’t even know if they realize that I’m still alive.” Dabi informed you, his expression schooled to one of indifference.

He sat back, crossing his arms as his jaw tightened, muscles flexing as he stared at you. You could see the tension flooding him, the way his body became stiff and rigid, so you decided to stop pressing. You did not want to pry anything from him or force him to talk, and with his obvious discomfort, it wouldn’t do any good to continue down this path.

You gave him a soft smile, pushing yourself to stand as you decided to change the subject and hopefully recenter his focus to the present.

“Come on, let’s clear the table and we can go do something else.” You hummed, and he nodded, pushing himself to stand, silent as he followed.

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You quickly cleaned up, leaving no trace of his presence in the cafeteria. After that, you restrained him and led him back up to the third floor.

You took him to your office, deciding it could be a nice change of scenery for him, and you were also excited to bring a patient in for the first time. Once the door was locked and his restraints had been removed, he walked around to inspect everything in sight.

“It’s not finished yet, but what do you think so far?” You asked, hoping for a positive response.

“It’s a hell of a lot better than the toy store your boss has going on, I’ll give you that. It is kind of empty though.” He commented, turning to face you.

You took in the space, running through your mental checklist and not coming up short on anything aside from curtains and a few odds and ends.

“What do you mean?” You frowned.

“Don’t people usually have personal stuff? Aside from the degree on the wall, you don’t really have anything in here. Shouldn’t there be family photos, a picture of your dog or something? Some junk lying around?” He asked, leaning forward on your desk to rest his chin in the palm of his hand.

You bit the inside of your lip, unsure of how to respond. You hadn’t even thought about it, but it was now glaringly obvious that it probably was a bit strange to lack a personal touch. Usually, one would have a family or a pet to showcase, but you were once again facing the realization that your life was void of pretty much everything aside from work.

“Yeah, I guess we’ll just have to consider it a work in progress.” You gave a dry chuckle, but the skeptical look that crossed his features did not go unnoticed. You were thankful he said nothing more on the subject, choosing instead to lounge and let his eyes fall shut.

You observed him, letting your eyes trail along every detail of his face. It was still strange to you how different he looked from the past, but even with the damage to his skin, you still found him captivating.

His lids fluttered open, eyes locking onto yours. You glanced away, feigning innocence, as if you had not been locked onto his features a moment before.

“By the way, I forgot to thank you for your present.” He grinned.

You stared at him in confusion until the memory of you setting the book on his table came forward, and you laughed at how you imagined his face to look when he had found it.

“Oh yeah, did you like it?” You beamed, and he shook his head with a chuckle.

“Yeah, very informative. You sure get me, doll.”

You had been at the store when you stumbled upon a guided-meditation book, and had been reminded of his off-handed comment about liking yoga during Level Three’s fitness day. Glancing inside, you had seen a few large sections covering different poses. While you knew his statement had been said in jest, only serving the purpose of making a pass at you, you’d thought it would be comical to get it for him nonetheless.

“You never know, if you give it a chance and take a look at it one day, you might find something interesting in there.” You hummed.

“I read through it after I found it.” He told you nonchalantly. Your brows raised in surprise.

“Did you?” You couldn’t stop yourself from asking. You had assumed he would have given it a laugh and tucked it away, you really hadn’t anticipated him putting any thought into it.

“Well, yeah. You got it for me.” He shrugged, and you swelled with warmth. Whether it was because he took it as a professional recommendation, or simply as a kind gesture of friendship, mattered little. You were glad that however he viewed you, it was enough for him to look into something you had given him.

“Was there anything in there that you liked?” You asked, unable to hide the joy that was surely radiating from you.

“Yeah, actually. There was a section for bonding with others. It had paired poses, and said that it could help with building trust and whatever. I figured, since you’re putting in a lot of effort to work with me, maybe we should try something like that.” He said.

“Sure, we can try.” You agreed quickly. While it was an odd request, especially coming from him, it was progress. You weren’t sure if yoga would be something that could be beneficial to Dabi, but you were willing to try. The fact that he even brought it up was shocking, but you knew he must trust you to some degree to make the request.

You were too taken by him even asking to oppose in any fashion, excited that a gift had been well received. Your mind was clouded with enthusiastic thoughts of how this could bridge the way to a deeper connection, or give him a new coping mechanism for the future.

“I can take you back to your room and grab my fitness clothes, I think they’re out in my trunk. I’ll throw them on and we can run through some poses. Just, go easy on me. I’m sure I’m probably not going to do them right, but I’ll do my best.” You scratched your head sheepishly.

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You had dropped Dabi back off into his room and ran out to your car to get your gym bag. You could feel the skip in your step as you made your way back toward the building.

You were happy that Dabi was coming out of his shell. Having revealed a great deal about his past to you and then asking to do trust building was huge for him, and you were hopeful that this would snowball into something larger. If he could fully open up and trust you, then you’d have the highest chance of helping him to one day leave the facility. It filled you with optimism.

You entered the locker room on Level Two and threw on your tank top and leggings under a pair of scrubs, before making your way back up to his room. You gave a small knock before entering and found he was reclined against the wall, seemingly relaxed.

He gave a nod as you entered, and you removed the scrubs covering the clothing beneath. He stepped over to you, the book you had bought for him in hand, and showed you the pose he wanted to start with. You looked over it carefully before he instructed you to sit on the floor with your legs crossed. You did as you were told, making yourself comfortable as he sat in the same fashion with his back pressed to yours.

You could feel the warmth that was emitting from him and it felt soothing in contrast to the chilly air of the asylum. His arms lifted slowly, extending straight out to the side. You mirrored him, taking a deep breath as you felt your muscles stretch.

“Now loop under and hold onto my arms.” He said softly. Your hands dipped beneath his and gently grasped his wrists, reaching as far as you could. His head leaned back and rested against yours, and you heard him inhale deeply.

“Is this right?” You asked after a moment, wanting to make sure you were doing the pose properly, hoping you had remembered from the reference photo he showed you.

“Yeah, it’s nice.” He hummed, words tumbling from his mouth lazily, almost sounding as if he was half asleep.

You sat like that for a while, no more words leaving either of you. It was calming, and you did feel close to him, so you supposed it was a good choice. It was hard for your mind to wander, your focus pulled to every shift in his body. Each time his arms flexed, or his shoulder blades pressed against you as he slightly readjusted.

Finally, his arms slowly fell, and yours followed until his palms were pressed to the floor, your fingers still lightly gripping the skin of his arm.

“You up for another one?” He asked, glancing at you from over his shoulder, his cheek grazing the top of your head as he spoke.

“Yeah, how do you want me?” You asked, shifting to look at him.

His eyes trailed down your form, taking in every part of you, before he looked back to your face and pushed himself to stand.

“Lay down on your back.” He said softly, and you complied, the floor feeling frozen beneath you.

He told you to keep your arms against the ground at your side, and put your weight against your elbows as you lifted your feet straight up. You kicked them into the air until most of your back was no longer touching the floor. Only your head, shoulders and elbows were left to support your body, and you recognized the position as a shoulder stand.

“So, like this?” You asked, head tilting back as much as you could to look up to where he stood, his feet just above your head. He inspected you quickly before giving an approving nod.

“Yeah, and now just stretch your legs forward in front of you until the top of your feet rest against my tailbone.” He said, placing his hands beside your head as he bent forward, arching into a downward dog pose overtop of you.

His face was so close, hovering just above your own. You could see his bangs move as you exhaled, and each of his warm breaths ghosted across your cheeks. Though he was upside down in your vision, you had the clearest view of his eyes, seeing yourself reflected in the ocean-like pools of his iris.

You felt the rekindling of your attraction, and suddenly felt too aware of his presence, so much so that you were overwhelmed by it. Caged beneath him with his arms boxing you in, a thought fluttered through your mind without your consent, silently wishing that you could remain in this position for as long as possible. It felt intimate, much more so than you should be with a patient, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to move away.

You were conflicted, as you often were with him, feeling like any choice you could make was a wrong one. You had agreed to do this and hadn’t checked all of the poses in advance, which you could admit was fully on you. Dabi was sly and you should have expected it from him to try and invade your space as much as possible, but he did genuinely seem to enjoy it, as well. If this was actually a moment where he was allowing himself to be open with you or try to connect, pushing him away could tarnish any future attempts.

On a deeper level, your internal battle raged on because each time he got closer, you could feel the thinning threads of your willpower pulling so tightly that they snapped, wanting to indulge in him. Allow whatever moment he was attempting to create come to fruition.

“I wanted to thank you.” He said, his tone almost a whisper. You found yourself entranced, unable to respond.

“Today was good. I liked this…doing this with you.” His head dipped lower as he spoke, shifting forward so his lips brushed against yours.

“I’m glad.” You mumbled quietly. Your heartbeat reverberated in your chest loudly and your head swelled with pressure, making your thoughts fuzzy. You imagined the situation being similar to being caught on a set of tracks and watching the approaching train prepare to impact you at full speed. So you did the only thing you felt you could.

You closed your eyes and let it hit you.

His lips engulfed yours, moving against them feverishly as your legs fell to the floor. He dropped down to a kneel and removed his hands from the ground to cup your cheeks. You sighed as his teeth dragged along your lower lip, your mind completely blank. You pushed yourself up, lifting from the floor and breaking the kiss as you turned to face him. He grabbed your hips and pulled you taut against him so that you straddled his lap.

Heated palms trailed firmly along your sides, kneading the flesh as he pulled you back into a kiss. Your hands reached up, thumbs caressing the rough skin of his jaw delicately as your tongue brushed against his.

You were too lost to the pleasure of his touch to be rational, your self control laid in shambles at your feet. The momentary euphoria scratched a deep itch, fulfilling the lonesomeness and longing that you had denied yourself in the face of your ambitions.

His fingers tangled in your hair, gripping at the base of your head as he pulled you further into himself. His other hand slipped beneath your top, fingertips tracing up to your ribs and prodding at the underwire of your bra.

His mouth moved down, lips ghosting along your neck as you released a shaky breath, grabbing onto his shoulders for support. His hand cupped your breast, squeezing it. Your head fell back, enjoying each sensation that seemed to spark within you.

You felt wanted. He made you feel alive. You were too far gone to see where you truly stood, the concept of doctor and patient was far from your perspective. You were just two people, two strangers with a bond that you were acting on.

But at the sound of a distant door slamming, the spell was broken. The time that had seemed to still around him suddenly sped back up, and you were fully aware of the boundaries that you crossed, and the risk you had imposed on yourself by falling victim to temptation.

You untangled yourself from him, quickly pushing yourself to stand as you sucked in heavy breaths. The mild irritation that rolled off of him in waves was hard to ignore, but you turned regardless.

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered, hand covering your mouth as you jogged to the door.

Suddenly, he was behind you, his hand pushing the door shut just as you began to pull it open. He grabbed your shoulder and turned you around to face him, pressing your back firmly against the structure behind you. Your eyes locked onto the floor, unsure of how you could meet his gaze.

“You’re really gonna just run off like that?” He said through gritted teeth, and you groaned as your head slumped forward against his shoulder.

“What else am I supposed to do? If I got caught with you, not only would I lose you as a patient, I’d be out of a job. Probably would get my license revoked.” You sighed, pulling back to look up at him finally.

“I’m not going to tell anyone.” He shrugged.

“It isn’t about that. I can’t just risk everything I’ve worked so hard for. I should’ve stopped it once it started, it was a moment of weakness on my part and it isn’t fair to you.” You told him, guilt and shame eating at your core.

“So, it was just a mistake, huh?” He laughed, looking at you in disbelief.

“No, it wasn’t a mistake. I wanted to, but that’s the problem. I can’t act on impulses like that. I’m here to guide you and try to find what you need to heal.” You explained, hoping to convey your sincerity.

“What if you’re what I need?” He asked, raising a hand to twirl a loose strand of your hair around his finger.

“I can’t be intimate with you and be your psychiatrist. It has to be one or the other. Honestly, I’m not even sure I’m fit to be your doctor.” You said, lightly gripping his hand and lowering it back to his side.

“I won’t work with anyone else.” He reminded you, and you nodded, fully aware of his resistance to treatment prior to your arrival.

“I know.” You spoke softly, falling silent in hopes that an answer to the situation would appear, but none came to mind.

“I’ll back off.” He relented, holding his hands up in defeat.

“I don’t want to hurt you, though. Now that I’ve crossed that line, things can’t just go back to what they were.” You said, exasperated.

“I’m not going to get hurt. The way I see it, I know you feel something when you see me. That’s enough. We‘ll just pretend it never got this far.” He shrugged once more, his tone indifferent.

“I don’t think-“

“Look, you’re the only good thing that’s happened since I’ve been locked up. If you’re not here with me, I’m never getting out of this place. You’re the only one who has a shot at fixing me, so I’m not going to throw it away. If it has to be one or the other, I’ll back off. We just carry on as normal, you come in and try to make me a better person, I’ll hit on you and occasionally open up until I’m cured.” He explained as if it were the most simple thing in the world.

You rolled over his words, unconvinced. It was as if he didn’t recognize the seriousness of the situation, and that notion left you feeling slightly irked. He gauged your reaction, glancing between your eyes and the small frown pulling at your lips, before speaking again.

“If I can’t have you exactly how I want you, that’ll have to be fine. Maybe I’ll be a little more crude, or bold at times, but I’ll reel it in. I won’t let it get this far again, so as long as you can live with knowing how I see you, I don’t think there’s an issue with you continuing to treat me. You can even get yourself a boyfriend or something to pass the time, but once I’m out of here, or out of your care, you’re mine.” He whispered, leaning forward so that his lips ghosted the shell of your ear.

You felt as if you were being overpowered, his confidence on the matter overshadowed your thoughts, as you were already doubtful about trusting your own judgment. Even though you were tense, irritated with yourself for what happened, the familiar flare of arousal came forth once more, but just as you were about to complain, he stepped away and walked over to his bed.

“See? It’s fine.” He grinned, flopping back as he laid down fully.

“Okay, we’ll try it your way, but if anything else happens, I’ll have to release you from my care.” You informed him apprehensively, hoping you were making the right choice.

“I know, doll.” He gave a solemn smile, and with that, you turned and left the room.

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You stepped out of the locker room after having gone to fix your scrubs and hair, hoping your appearance would not give away anything that had happened. You had stared at your reflection for a while before exiting, trying to piece together how you had been so careless, acting recklessly without thought was unlike you, and you felt a deep rooted disappointment in yourself.

You could no longer hear the bustle and chatter throughout the halls, so you assumed visitation had ended. You pulled out your phone and checked the time, seeing your assumption was correct. You made your way down to the cafeteria in hopes of grabbing a coffee and taking a small breather so you could collect yourself.

Once you had a coffee in hand, you slid into the seat of an empty table at the back of the room beside the windows looking out into the courtyard. You watched thick clouds roll through overcast skies, your mind elsewhere, when the chair across from you scrapped against the floor.

Todoroki perched himself into the seat wordlessly, taking a small bite of his sandwich as if he hadn’t noticed your presence. You glanced around the room at all of the empty tables, before turning your attention back to him.

“Hello.” You greeted, and he looked up at you, giving a small nod as he continued to eat.

“Did you…need something?” You asked, confused at his actions.

“Do you?” He responded, offering a blank stare.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“I work in a mental hospital. I’m familiar with seeing signs of distress on patients, and you are displaying them.” He explained, turning his attention back to his lunch.

“I’m just having a rough day, I’m not going to have a breakdown or anything.” You assured him with a small laugh.

“I didn’t come over here to judge you. I just came to listen, if you think it would help.” He told you curtly. While you admired his direct approach, you were unsure of how to unload on him without exposing yourself.

When you remained silent, he sighed, using a napkin to wipe his mouth before clasping his hands atop the table.

“You are well acquainted with Midoriya.” He stated, and you nodded, though you were unsure if it was a question or an observation.

“He and I have known each other for a long time. While we are very different people, and often disagree on our perspectives, we are able to gain a lot of insight from speaking openly. We have both communicated as best as we could during tense situations, and it often is uplifting.” He said, looking at you expectantly.

“So, you want me to open up to you?” You asked, not sure if you were grasping what he was trying to say.

“To someone. A friend, maybe. I’m aware that we don’t know each other well, but I would gladly listen if you wanted me to. I just thought you should know that if you are suffering, you don’t have to do it alone. People, especially in this field of work, are usually more than willing to offer guidance or assistance however they can. I learned from Midoriya that there are always people who are willing to hear your side of the story and stand with you. I think you probably have people who can do that for you, as well.” He smiled, and as small as it was, it did provide comfort.

“Thank you, Todoroki.” You said warmly. While you were primarily a loner, you felt a sense of inspiration from his words. There was only one person who came to mind though that you would feel comfortable speaking with, but it had been so long since you had talked, you figured it would be strange to reach out all these years later out of the blue.

“Just Shouto is fine.” He said, pushing himself to stand and carrying his tray back up toward the trash cans.

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You flopped onto your bed, your body heavy with exhaustion. Your mind was all over the place, running through the events that had transpired earlier as if it were a movie, each scene replaying vividly before you.

You rolled onto your stomach, grabbing your phone from the nightstand as you scrolled through contacts. You felt uncomfortable at the notion of calling an old friend, but Shouto was right, it probably was best to talk to someone you knew would be impartial. Someone who would listen. With your mind made up, you hit the call button and pressed the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” His tired voice groaned into the phone after the third ring.

“Hey, Shinso. Long time no talk.” You said.

“Holy shit, it’s weird to hear your voice again. I figured you died or something.” He laughed.

“Nope, still alive and kicking. How have you been?” You asked.

“Eh, alright. Started up as a hypnotherapist a couple of years ago and have mainly just been doing that. I work a lot with the police and private investigators, a few therapists here and there, too.” He told you, and your brows raised in surprise.

“Wow, that’s amazing. Sounds like you’ve been busy.” You smiled, feeling happy for him.

“Yeah, thanks. It definitely is never boring. How have you been?” He asked.

“I started at Yuuie Asylum recently for my residency, and I’m working under Dr. Aizawa right now. Also, I have zero personal life.” You laughed.

“Oh, I hear you on that. That’s great though, you get to work with one of the best. So, kind of weird for you to call me up. What’s going on?” He pressed, tone serious, and you felt your stomach churn with nervousness as you debated on what to say.

“I wanted to ask your opinion on something. No judgment.” You told him.

“Alright, shoot.” He said.

“Okay. So there’s a patient in my care. He’s attracted to me, and I think he has been since before I got this job. He used to come in back when I was at the behavior unit in the hospital, and he requested for me to be his doctor when he saw me at the asylum. I’ve noticed that I may have some level of feelings for him also, but he refuses to work with anyone else, so I don’t think releasing him from my care would be in his best interest. He would shut down and withdraw, like he was before I got there. I’m just not really sure what the right call is. If I continue being his psychiatrist, I feel like I’m putting him in a weird position where I can’t treat him fairly, my perception will be skewed.” You laid it all out and waited with baited breath for him to speak.

“I think you should keep working with him. Sure, there may be tension there, but if you’re the only one he’s willing to talk to right now, it’s at least offering him some progress. Having feelings towards a patient isn’t really that uncommon, you know them better than anyone, sometimes better than they know themselves. Especially in the asylum, you’re locked in there together for most of your time, I’d imagine. You are his doctor, but you’re also your own independent person who is allowed to feel things. It’s natural. Plus, if you left, that could shatter his trust of working with anyone in the future, or make him regress. Wounds of abandonment are hard to heal. I’d say as long as you’re not acting on your impulses, you’ll be able to be objective enough to provide him decent care. When he improves further, then maybe reassess and see if he would be able to have someone else take over.” He reasoned.

“Yeah, that makes sense.” You said, trying to force a relieved tone. You didn’t want him to hear the dread in your voice over your internal turmoil.

“It’ll be okay. I think you’ll make the right decision. If anything ever sparks, just do your best to shut it down.” His voice came out softer, as if he knew you needed to hear something soothing.

“What if I mess up? Or make a bad call?” You asked before you could stop yourself.

“Do you feel like you’re in danger of doing that?” He asked.

“No, I don’t think so.” You lied, closing your eyes as you silently cursed yourself. You were too worried and ashamed to admit the wrongs that you had already committed.

“Then I wouldn’t worry about it. Even if you do, it’s okay. Everyone slips up once in a while, you’re only human. I’d say if you both feel comfortable with the arrangement, just proceed with caution. Do your best to put him first. As long as that’s your intention, I think you’ll be alright. If you start feeling like it’s crossing a line, or you’re in a position to risk his health or your job, then you’ll know it’s time to relieve him from your rotation and let someone else take over. From there, he’ll just have to learn how to work with others.” He said, and you let your head fall to the bed.

“Yeah, I know. Thank you for listening.” You tried to sound sincere, though you felt no less lost than before you had called.

“No problem, I’m going to get to bed, but keep in touch. It was good to hear from you again.” He admitted.

“Alright, have a good night. And sure, I’ll call you soon. Maybe we can grab lunch and catch up or something.” You offered.

“Sure, I’d like that. Good night!”

The line went dead, and you groaned into the mattress. You were left with your abundance of worries that did not seem to dissipate. The only solution you could think of was to distance yourself from Dabi and try to regain control of yourself.

You would continue working with him, as you feared that leaving now would hinder him in the long run. You did not doubt that he would feel abandoned and refuse treatment, giving himself a life-sentence in that place. You just had to do your best and try to kill off the emotions that lingered inside of you. You didn’t want him to feel like you had turned on him or were put off by him, but you had to shift focus somewhere else so that you didn’t put your fragile balancing act further at risk.

Perhaps he was right, maybe you should find someone to pass the time. At least then it would hopefully relieve the ache of loneliness that you seemed to always carry. If you had somewhere to put that attention, it could stop it from bubbling up at work.

Feeling somewhat settled on the course of action you needed to follow, you attempted to will yourself into a deep slumber. Your mind would not quiet, worried about how you seemed to stray further from yourself each day. Since you had accepted the job, you’ve been having slip ups, making messy choices. You wondered if you were truly losing touch with yourself, if you had been in over your head in thinking you were cut out for this line of work.

Tossing and turning through the night, you could not rid yourself of the anxiousness that filled you, but eventually, you were met with the bliss of unconsciousness.

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Psychosis (Part 7) - Dabi/Bakugou/Hawks x f!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, violence

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You woke up to your head pounding, nauseating light flooded the room as your blurry eyes cracked open. You blinked slowly, checking the clock on your dresser before shooting out of bed as you scrambled to put on clothes.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” You chanted like it was a personal mantra, rushing around your house as you threw together everything that you needed for the day.

You quickly rinsed your face and brushed your teeth, before pulling your hair up messily. You frantically paced around the apartment looking for your car key, muttering curses as you checked the spots where you’d usually leave it. A vision of Todoroki was pulled from the back of your mind and you stumbled outside, looking under potted plants and your welcome mat, hoping he would have slipped it under something simple when he had returned your car last night.

You saw your key laying beneath the rug and sighed in relief, grabbing your bag and locking the door, finally racing out to your car in hopes that you could still make it to work on time.

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You clocked in with only seconds to spare and fell into the chair at the front desk. Only now that you could relax did your mind wander to the night before, heat pulling to your cheeks as memories of Bakugou came rushing back. Your forehead hit the cool surface of the table and you wondered how you were supposed to act around him now with the dynamic between you two shifting so suddenly. If everything had only happened because of the alcohol, you knew it was going to create plenty of awkward tension. Strangely enough, the thought of it being completely genuine also did little to relieve your anxiety.

As you pulled out the agenda for the day, you wondered where Bakugou was. He had been scheduled to come in early, and you almost assumed he called in sick until you saw lazy scribbles on one of the sheets of paper.

You took a deep breath, pushing down your worries as you went to find him, planning on seeing what he needed for the day. You walked down, checking his usual spots before finding the rolling cart outside of Dabi’s door.

You heard a gruff voice shouting and quickened your pace. As you went to unlock the door, you heard another yell, followed by a loud thud. You entered just in time to see Bakugou straddling Dabi, his fist colliding with the man’s jaw.

“Stop!” You called out, fingers quickly pressing your panic button as you rushed over to the two men. You grabbed Bakugou’s arms, trying to pull him off of your patient without much luck. Bakugou was quick to knock your hands away as he grasped Dabi’s shoulders, lifting him slightly before slamming him back down into the floor.

Dabi’s head smacked against the ceramic tiles below and he let out a painful wheeze. You saw the rage overtake his features as his hand shot up and gripped Bakugou’s throat, cutting off his air supply. Dabi shoved the intern off to the side, keeping his hand in place at Bakugou’s neck as he climbed atop him, his other fist pulling back to give the man beneath him a shiner.

Bakugou grabbed the wrist that was still squeezing his throat, digging his fingers into the creases where the man’s skin was joined. Dabi let out an unearthly scream and ripped himself away, standing quickly and letting his foot come down to stomp on Bakugou’s stomach before giving him a swift kick to the ribs.

You urged your body to move, placing yourself between the men. You laid your hands on Dabi’s shoulders before giving him a gentle push, forcing him to step back in hopes to cease their fighting. You watched as blood dripped from Dabi’s cheek and arms, scattered droplets staining the floor below. His face was eerily calm as he stared past you, watching the blonde.

Bakugou’s breath came out in heavy pants as he rose to stand. His eyes narrowed as he met Dabi’s gaze, a line of red trickling down from the split skin of his eyebrow. The bruises on his neck and face were already visible, and you were sure his torso was in a similar condition.

“Move, let me fucking kill him.” Bakugou spat at you.

“I’d like to see you try.” Dabi sneered.

“That’s enough! Bakugou, go wait at the front desk.” You commanded, but he ignored you, stepping forward and throwing you to the side.

“Just watch me.” Bakugou grinned menacingly, running at Dabi and tackling him to the floor. You watched in horror as Bakugou pinned Dabi, fingers grasping at his staples in an attempt to rip them out. You rushed toward the two, shoving yourself against Bakugou in a panic. He landed on the ground with you on top of him. You tried to hold him down, but he rolled you off of his body with ease.

Before they had the chance to continue, Dr. Aizawa burst through the door, putting an end to the assault. He pulled Bakugou roughly to his feet, whispering too low for you to hear as he guided him out into the hallway.

Your attention moved to Dabi, and you crawled over to him, inspecting his wounds carefully. You grimaced at the deep imprints of fingernails in his torn skin and the staples that laid strewn about the floor.

“Hold on, let me grab the first aid kit. It’s right outside the door.” You told him, standing up.

“I’ll be fine.” His tone was dismissive.

“No, I’m going to get you patched up.” You informed him, leaving no room to argue as you stepped outside and grabbed the cart. You came back in and kneeled before him, ignoring the blood that clung to the material of your pants. You grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol, splashing its contents onto a clean rag, and gently wiped at the wounds that decorated his face. He hissed, recoiling at your touch.

“I’m sorry, I know it hurts. I’ll try to finish quickly and then I can get you some ice.” You tried to soothe him, fingertips softly pressing against his uninjured cheek to keep his head steady. He didn’t respond, but he sat still, the only sign of discomfort was the clenching of his hands.

You replaced the staples along his cheek before pressing gauze and bandage tape over the parts that bled, then you moved down his arms repeating the process.

“He said I don’t deserve to live.” Dabi informed you, watching your hands as they worked. You froze, looking at him in disbelief before you grit your teeth in anger.

“Don’t listen to him.” You said, shaking your head.

“Maybe he’s right.” He regarded you calmly as he inspected your face.

“He isn’t. You deserve to live.” You assured him, trying to contain the rage that was simmering in you. It irked you that Bakugou would be so callous toward a patient.

“Do I? Why?” He asked, choking out an empty laugh. While he didn’t seem too bothered by the exchange, it saddened you that he wouldn’t even dispute the notion. That he might even agree with the sentiment.

You rolled words around in your mind, trying to think over how you could possibly respond to his question. Dabi was a complicated man, and you doubted he would accept an answer of “because you just do.” All of the typical explanations didn’t seem to hold much weight. You didn’t know the full extent of his crimes or the burdens he carried. Telling him he deserved to live because the world would miss him or because he hasn’t done anything wrong would get you a scoff at best, so you said the only thing you knew for a fact rang true.

“Because I want you to.” Dabi’s eyes widened as he focused on you, and there was something in his gaze you hadn’t seen before. You don’t know if you could call it some type of warmth, but you could tell your words had resonated with him at least.

As quickly as you had witnessed the emotion, it was gone. Just a flicker before it had faded, and he returned to a look of indifference.

“So what started the fight?” You asked, finishing the last of his bandages. He shrugged, sighing as he stood up and walked over to his bed.

You followed suit, carefully sitting on the edge beside him. He remained silent, staring off across the room. You placed your hand over his, letting your thumb trace along his bruised knuckles, much like he had done to you the other day. His hand twisted in your grasp, long fingers intertwining with yours.

“I started it.” Dabi finally admitted, head slowly turning to look at you.

“What happened?” You prodded when he didn’t continue.

“He was already being an asshole when he came in, grabbing on me and shoving me around. He said he had a headache and to ‘shut up’ anytime I talked, so I pointed out that it was irresponsible to come to work with alcohol on your breath.” Dabi told you and you groaned, rubbing your temples.

“He said he didn’t need some ‘fucking psycho’ telling him how to live his life, so naturally I called him a charmer and said the ladies must love him. He said he knew you did, that you couldn’t keep your hands off him last night.” Dabi continued, his lips curling in disgust as the words left his mouth.

“He told you that?” You asked in shock. It appalled you that he would throw out something so personal in a petty feud, especially at work, and with a patient no less. There was a bitter ache in your chest, the betrayal stinging as resentment filled you. You could feel the trust that had been slowly building crumble in that instant.

“Yeah, he did.” Dabi’s tone was apologetic, his eyes softening as he looked at you. Tears of embarrassment and indignation welled in your eyes without your permission, but you were quick to blink them away.

“What about when he said you didn’t deserve to live?” You tried to compose yourself, wanting to hear the full story.

“After he said you fooled around, I asked if you were sober. I told him I never thought he’d have been the type to take advantage of some drunk girl, and that really pissed him off. He shoved me and said ‘someone like me’ didn’t have the right to judge him, didn’t even deserve to live. I agreed, saying I know I’ve done some dark shit, but at least I never molested anyone. That was when he swung on me.” Dabi shrugged, flopping back onto his bed.

You debated letting your body fall onto the mattress as well, wanting nothing more than to burrow under covers and just go back to sleep, but the door opened and Aizawa stepped in. He motioned for you to come with him and you pushed yourself up, following his instruction.

“I’m going to get a report from the patient on what happened. If you don’t mind, could you go wait with Bakugou at the front desk? I’ve already taken his statement.” Aizawa informed you, not waiting for a response as he shut the door behind him, entering Dabi’s room and leaving you alone in the hall.

You stood there listening to the muffled voices speak for a few moments, wondering what you were supposed to say when face to face with Bakugou. You didn’t want to lash out, but you were deeply bothered. He had used his intimacy with you like some leveraging tool in a fight, and while that irritated you, what upset you more was that it threatened your professionalism.

It wasn’t uncommon for coworkers to have romantic relationships, but divulging details with patients in your care was uncalled for and it crossed a line. Beyond that, he had harmed Dabi and there was no excuse for it. Regardless of what was said or done, everyone employed at the asylum was responsible for the well-being of the individuals receiving treatment.

Your feet carried you slowly down the corridor. You were in no rush to join Bakugou’s company, but eventually you rounded the corner and found him sitting at the desk, hunched over with a scowl on his face. You took a deep breath before walking closer, but it did little to relieve the anger that was brewing inside of you. His head shot up at the sound of your approaching footsteps, but he remained silent.

You leaned against the counter a few feet away from him, letting your gaze wander to focus on the posters that were hung around the room. You could feel his penetrating stare still stuck to you, but you ignored it, unsure of what you would say if you tried to speak.

“What’d that bastard tell you?” He asked. You sighed, slowly glancing at him before looking away and giving a shrug.

“That he instigated it, but you were the first to hit him.” You said, and he pushed himself to stand.

“He said I molested you like I was some kind of fucking pervert!” Bakugou yelled in defense.

“He shouldn’t have known anything that happened anyways! You shouldn’t even be talking about that at work, let alone bragging. Do you know how stupid that makes me feel? And you had no right to put your hands on him, either. He’s our patient.” You snapped. His glare hardened as he stepped forward.

“The fuck do you have to feel stupid for? You should be thanking me. You know that creep is into you right? He just sits in that room pining for you, day after day. Maybe I finally knocked some sense into him.” Bakugou sneered, pressing his chest against yours.

“Oh, grow up. You assaulted a patient, and for what? To stroke your own ego? Show him that I’m all yours now? We are here to help patients, or did you forget that?” You scolded him and his eyes darkened.

“Don’t lecture me on how to do my job. In fact, it wouldn’t hurt you to take some notes. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the people locked in this place are barely even human. They’re disgusting. You act like they’re just innocent kids who wound up on the wrong path, but what do you think their victims’ families would say, huh? You think they believe that deep down everyone can change? That they think any of these sick fucks deserve to still be alive? They are vile and repulsive wastes of space. So don’t tell me how to treat them when they’re lucky I even let them live!” He yelled, staring into your eyes as if challenging you to disagree.

“Lucky you let them live? Oh, how generous of you. God, do you even hear yourself? What’s the point of working here if you hate them so much? I never said they were guilt free or without fault, but they are ill. They deserve respect and to be safe within this facility.” You said.

“Get off your high horse, you self righteous bitch. They’re all scum and you know it. You keep talking down to me like you’re some kind of saint, but that’s a little hypocritical, don’t you think? It’s pretty fucking weird getting educated on my lack of morals from someone who plays peeping-tom in the showers.” He spat, and your face flushed.

He didn’t give you the chance to respond, turning and storming off. You were frozen in place at the daunting realization that he had known everything. A large part of you was glad he chose to walk away. Your only defense was that you hadn’t seen anything, but that mattered little when you had sat listening the whole time.

While Bakugou’s last statement had flustered you, it didn’t dissipate any of the aggression you felt. You knew your coworker didn’t have the best view on the patients, but now that he had gotten physical with one, you feared for the safety of them all. Would he hurt someone else in the future, or was this perhaps not even his first offense?

You also weren’t sure where it left you on a personal level. You had thought him being a little rough around the edges was kind of charming, but now you wondered if it wasn’t more than just a red flag. Maybe he hadn’t truly meant everything he said, he was a reactive individual and being upset could prompt him to lash out. However, even if he hadn’t meant a word of it, he had still taken it too far.

You felt Aizawa’s hand give your shoulder a squeeze, breaking you out of your thoughts, as he led you back to your own office.

You hadn’t really entered the space since it was assigned to you, waiting to get the all-clear that everything had arrived before you went and set up, so you were surprised to see most of your things already in place.

“I got the alert last night that many of your orders had come in, and since I had to be here rather early today, I took the liberty of getting it somewhat ready for you. I hope you don’t mind.” Aizawa said, giving you a small smile.

“No, Not at all. Thank you, I really appreciate it.” You beamed, letting your fingertips glide against your desk as you rounded the table, taking a seat in your chair.

“It was no trouble. Now, I have received a statement from both Bakugou and Dabi. It is to my understanding that you saw some of the events that transpired today, so I would like you to fill out a witness report.” He told you.

You took the form from him, picking up a pen and quickly writing everything out before handing it back. Aizawa regarded it carefully, reading your answers in comparison to the others.

“Alright, that all looks to be in order. Now, aside from what you saw firsthand, was there anything important to note afterwards? I know you were able to discuss the events that took place with each individual. I don’t see much of a discrepancy between their reports, aside from who they attribute the blame towards.” He informed you.

You debated going into the details of the conversations held, but if their statements matched, all you would really be doing was assigning your opinion to the one you felt was more at fault, and you didn’t think that was necessarily your place. Instead, you shook your head and told him that if he had more questions he was free to ask, but you didn’t have anything further to include.

He told you he would be sending Bakugou home for the day while they went over all of the information, and asked that you cover for the rest of the shift. You agreed, pushing yourself to stand and heading back out to the main lobby.

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You threw on your jacket, Jirou’s arrival signaled that you were finally free to leave for the evening. You walked to the elevator, your body moving sluggishly as the exhaustion set in. You couldn’t wait to get home and collapse into your bed, looking forward to a long night of sleep.

The elevator opened up on the first floor and you saw Dr. Mic behind the reception desk talking to Director Enji. You gave a small smile and wave as they glanced at you.

You were going to turn and head out the front door, but at seeing a certain custodian, your feet carried you forward past the exit and down the hall. As you strolled over, he gave you a warm smile, wiping his hands on a rag as he waited for you to reach him.

“Hey, long day?” He greeted you.

“Yeah, was just about to head out, but figured I’d come say hi.” You gave a small laugh.

“You look tired, you should get out of here while you can.” He grinned, giving you a nudge.

The two of you began walking aimlessly down the hall as you spoke, his feet naturally falling in step with yours. You ended up at the entry to the courtyard, and upon finding it empty, you unlocked the door and headed out into the chilly night.

The two of you made a beeline for one of the picnic tables and sat side by side, staring out at the flowers in the gardening area.

“So, did you go to the Halloween party?” He asked, leaning forward as he rested his elbows on his knees.

“I did. It was definitely an experience.” You said, wanting to groan at the memory.

“That bad, huh? What happened?” He asked.

“Nothing in particular, it was more just the overwhelming feeling of being out of place. It had started off all right, but something gave me the feeling I wasn’t really wanted there.” You said, thinking back to all of the small clashes and points of tension. It was true no one had really done anything to you, they hadn’t even said anything unkind. It was just in the way they looked at you, and how they spoke amongst each other, that had left you with the impression you were not welcome.

“Oh yeah, I hear ya. For what it’s worth, most of the people here aren’t a big fan of me either.” He laughed, but the twinge of sadness that was woven into his words didn’t go unnoticed. You were sure he had dealt with his fair share of judgment. You hated to say it, but in professions like this, there was a lot of animosity towards those perceived as being a lower status. That was why groups tended to be so segregated with their own kind. Often the most blended group was doctors and interns, as they worked closely with each other, but even then there was always a divide.

You were probably feeling so out of place because typically someone in your position would be more lumped in with Aizawa’s circle, yet you found yourself drawn to the interns. You thought it made sense, they were closer in your age range and you worked alongside them while learning. You were sure you would adjust more into your role overtime, and the bonds you had formed would taper off, but for now it left you in a somewhat strange placement.

You debated on telling Hawks the drama from today, but decided against it. If you opened up about that, it would surely lead into the events from the night prior, and right now you just wanted to forget about anything that had happened. So instead, you chose to get to know the man a little better and keep the focus on him.

“So, how did you end up here?” You asked, shifting on the bench, your knee brushing his.

“I got a recommendation from the Director.” Hawks told you, smiling sheepishly as he scratched his head.

“Oh! So you knew him from before you started working here. How did you guys meet?” You questioned, surprised that they had a connection outside of the asylum.

“That’s a complicated story, you sure you want to hear it?” He cocked a brow at you.

“You have my undivided attention.” You grinned.

“Alright, you asked for it. I was a kid when I first met Enji. He had been a social worker at that time, on a team with a few other CPS employees who were assigned to my case. Enji had done a few wellness checks and was always popping in, stopping to talk to me and see how I was doing. When things got worse at home, he was the one who fought to get me into a foster care program, which didn’t really work out. I was eventually returned to my parents, but it was nice being out of there while it lasted. After I had graduated, I ended up being on the streets and found myself in and out of homeless shelters for the next couple years. Started getting into trouble, and then Enji reappeared in my life.” Hawks said, and it was strange to hear the joy in his voice as he spoke about the director.

You had a hard time picturing Enji in his younger days as a sensitive and compassionate man, but you believed Hawks. You wanted to press further, but feeling he wasn’t finished, you remained silent.

“He really set me straight, told me if I kept on going like I was, I’d end up just like my old man. That really got to me, but he was right. I had been caught up in a lot of shady stuff, didn’t really care about anything or have a plan. It was hard to swallow, knowing I was setting myself up to turn into what I hated the most. I didn’t want to be anything like my father, he was crass and heartless, never gave a shit about me or mom. That was why Enji had meant so much to me, ya know. He was the dad I had always wanted, someone who was stern, but really cared about you. Someone you could trust. Then he recommended the asylum, saying it could be a fresh start for me, and I agreed. Been here ever since.” Hawks said with a shrug.

“I’m glad it worked out, that he was able to get you on a better path. I’m sorry to hear about your family though.” You offered, placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t be sorry. Everyone’s families are kind of messed up, some a little more so than others, but I figure it’s normal.” He smiled.

“So, are you close with the director then?” You asked, and he tensed ever so slightly.

“No, not really. Not anymore.” He sighed, hand rubbing his chin as he seemed to get lost in thought.

“Why not?” You didn’t mean to pry, it had come out before you could stop it, but you thought it was interesting how he had the opportunity to work with someone he saw as a father figure, and yet their connection had been lost.

“We changed. I know it might not seem like it now, but Enji used to be a really down to earth guy. He was the first person to ever really see me for who I was, pay attention to my situation. When I told him the things that bothered me, he listened and he did what he could to help. He’d encourage me, stand up for me against my dad. He was the first person to ever say something nice about me, you know? I idolized him, I still do. He was my hero.” Hawks paused, glancing to you before pushing himself to stand and slowly walking toward the flowerbeds. You got up quickly, following beside him.

“He’s different now, though. I still think he’s a great man, but something happened to him. He got colder, more withdrawn. It was like he put a wall up around himself and just shut everyone out. I heard through the grapevine that he’d had some trouble at home, but I’m not really sure about the details. Then, when the old director disappeared, he was offered the job and I think he was even more isolated. I’m sure running this place is a huge commitment and a lot of added stress. With all that going on, he just sort of stopped checking in. When I see him around nowadays, he doesn’t even look in my direction.” Hawks kneeled, picking a stem that contained a cluster of tiny white flowers.

“What about you? How have you changed?” You asked, hoping to pull his focus away from Enji and any lingering abandonment he may have felt. He was silent, thinking over his answer as you watched him twirl the plant between his fingertips.

“I let it go. I had spent so much time hoping that we’d bond and he’d see me like just another one of his kids, hoping he’d fill the void my own dad left. I know it’s stupid, just some dream I kept on chasing from childhood, but I held onto it for all those years. I wanted it more than anything, but I realized that wasn’t reality. I was never going to be his son, or even his friend. We’re just strangers who share a fragment of the past.” Hawks finished with a whisper, pressing the flowers up to his nose and inhaling deeply before holding it out to you.

“I’m sorry, I know there isn’t really anything I can say that’ll change what’s been done, but for what it’s worth, if I had a son like you I’d be very proud.” You smiled sadly, leaning forward and giving the buds a sniff, noting the faint smell of honey.

“Somehow, I doubt that. I can’t really think of anything in my life that there is to be proud of, but it’s nice of you to say.” He told you, taking the stem and tucking it behind your ear, his eyes softening as your hand rose up to touch the flowers nestling in your hair.

“I mean it.” You assured him and he shook his head with a laugh.

“I’m a janitor in an asylum. I have no car, no house, and barely any money to my name. No wife and kids, no shiny degree. I’m completely alone and I’ll probably never amount to anything more than I am right now. What’s there to be proud of?” He scoffed, casting his gaze away from you.

Your hand reached out and grabbed his, the action pulling his focus back to you as you stepped closer, standing toe to toe.

“There is more to life than owning things and reaching superficial milestones. I know they make everything a hell of a lot easier, but not having them doesn’t take away from who you are. You’re a very kind person. You work so hard, spending most of your time cooped up here doing work that doesn’t get enough appreciation. From the moment I met you, you’ve done your best to make me comfortable and offered any help you could. You’re always so thoughtful. Those qualities are admirable, and I don’t think you give yourself enough credit. You’re a wonderful person, and while I know it probably isn’t much, you have me and-”

Your sentence was cut short as his arms suddenly wrapped around you, pulling you tightly against him. His cheek rested against the top of your head, and you could feel his chest heave with each breath. You let your arms raise to circle his waist, palms splayed flat against his back.

“Sorry, you just looked so cold.” He choked out, his voice straining as he spoke. You hugged him tighter, closing your eyes as you leaned your head down to lay on his shoulder. You wouldn’t pull away, knowing he didn’t want you to see the tears that rolled freely down his cheeks. You would let him hold you for as long as he needed, until the ache in his chest settled, until your words that shattered the distorted image he had of himself sank in.

You hated the pain that the world had caused him, hated the way it had crushed his self-worth until all he saw was a struggling man with nothing to offer. He was a good person who had been wronged by the people that should have loved him the most. His parents had failed him, Enji had failed him. He deserved better.

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Psychosis - Dabi/Hawks/Bakugou x f!Reader (Part 6)

Warnings: Cursing, drinking, sexual content

Tag List: @sylum @iiashleysykes @bebetiny @valentinesnightmares1

You checked the clock every few minutes, unsure if the quickly passing time was filling you with excitement or dread as your mind drifted to the Halloween party. You reasoned it would be good to get to know the staff, both for your time at work as well as outside of it. Perhaps you’d hit it off and leave with a few friends, but you knew there was also a high chance it could go the other direction.

They all had established relationships, and coming in as an outsider left a large margin for error. In any job you’d had, there was always a high school element to it. Everyone had their clique, grouped off together, and the last thing you wanted was to be outcasted from the get-go.

You had fared well on the clock, but there were plenty of ways to open up lines of communication at the asylum. Once you had removed yourself from it, you had no real idea where to go. Even those you worked with daily spoke little of their personal lives or hobbies, and you knew that meant you had no real common ground to work off of. It would just be a shot in the dark.

“Can’t believe I got roped into going to that shitty party again.” Bakugou grumbled to himself as he sat beside you, filing off his daily paperwork with a frown on his face.

“Are you really just going because I am?” You asked, restocking the supplies at the desk.

“Yep. Have to babysit.” He said, throwing you a blank stare. You had managed to mute thoughts of the events that happened the day prior in the shower stall enough to hold a conversation, which you were thankful for.

“You don’t have to. I’ll be fine on my own.” You said with a sigh, feeling a pang of guilt. You honestly would be much happier if he came since he was the most familiar to you, but you didn’t want to be a bother. If he was only planning to come for your sake, you’d rather he just stay home so you didn’t have to feel as though you were putting him out.

“It’s fine, I’m sure those idiots would have gotten me over there some way or another. They do every year.” He groaned, rubbing a hand though his wild blond hair, finally turning to fully face you.

“Okay, if you say so.” You said with a shrug. He didn’t seem to be too deeply bothered at least, so you figured it best to let it go. Maybe he secretly did want to attend the party and was using you as a cover, unwilling to admit his interest in it.

“Are you wearing a costume?” You asked after a few moments of silence. Bakugou wordlessly grabbed the hem of his scrub top, pulling it up to show a “this is my Halloween costume” tee shirt below.

“Seriously?” You asked with a chuckle, and he blinked angrily at you.

“Yeah, there a fucking problem with it?” He sneered, quickly pulling his shirt down and crossing his arms.

“No, not at all, it’s great! Really captures your essence.” You laughed, and he rolled his eyes dramatically before pushing himself to stand.

“Well, it’s a hell of a lot better than having to stand around in some tacky get-up all night.” He said.

“I don’t know, I think it’s kind of fun.” You shrugged, offering him a light smile.

“Whatever you say. I’m done here, are you ready to head out?” Bakugou asked, grabbing his jacket off of the chair and throwing it on.

“Go on ahead, I’m just about done. Just have to drop something off real quick.” You told him, picking up your bag and giving a small wave as he nodded before walking over to enter the elevator.

Your sneakers squeaked against the polished floor as you headed down the empty hall. It was almost eerie in a way, dim fluorescent lights buzzing as a gentle rain fell from darkened skies, tapping against the windows.

You unlocked the door in front of you, stepping into the room. You found Dabi already asleep in his bed, the covers wound around his body as his light snores filled the room.

You took out a book, setting it on his dresser, along with a small piece of candy, before turning and heading back out. You made your way down the floors, exiting the building to step out into the crisp night air.

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Your car came to a stop in front of a large home, looking more like some mansion you’d see on TV. The decorations in the yard were over the top, and you saw a sign for a haunted maze out back.

You checked your GPS again, just to make sure you were in the right spot, before turning off the vehicle. You sat there, taking deep breaths as you contemplated driving away and heading home.

The idea of walking into a coworker’s home felt unnerving, especially with it being one you hadn’t even met yet. You watched people smoke on the porch, thankful that it seemed like most people were in costume. You looked down at yourself feeling self conscious, before looking up and hoping to spot a familiar face.

When none were to be found, you sighed, giving yourself a silent pep talk as you willed yourself out of the car and up the winding stepping stones to the front door. You could hear the music and laughter from outside, see the flashing lights through the large windows, and you tried to ignore the nausea that was settling in your stomach.

Those on the porch moved aside, allowing you to pass through. Your hand grabbed the large brass handle, pulling open the heavy oak door and stepping inside. You entered slowly, looking around at the beautiful detailing of the home and the groups of people drinking and dancing, finding yourself horribly uncomfortable. Perhaps you should have asked to ride with Bakugou instead of coming on your own.

You let your feet carry you through the rooms until you finally stumbled on the kitchen. It was less crowded, though there were still people present. You walked forward, looking over the treats set up on the marble island, before feeling a hand slide along your lower back.

“You know, I had prayed this morning that I’d find myself an angel, but I guess a goddess will do, too.” The man grinned, his body pressed firmly against yours.

You wanted to laugh at how quickly you had regretted your costume. You had thought it would be easy and comfortable, a white dress that mimicked a Greek toga with its drapery, sandals and golden jewelry. Now you wished you’d chosen a ghost so you could throw a sheet over your head and disappear.

“Good to know, but I’m alright. Thanks.” You said, pushing his hand away and taking a step back, finally able to look at him. He was dressed up as Dr. Aizawa and you stared at him in disbelief. You weren’t sure if the accuracy of the costume made it better or worse, but it definitely left you speechless.

“Ah, come on. Don’t be like that.” He pouted, stepping up to you again and you could smell the liquor on his breath.

“The fuck did I just tell you?” You heard Bakugou’s annoyed voice call out, and not a second later he was behind you, reaching past to give the man a hard shove to the chest.

“Ignore him.” Bakugou said quietly to you. It was only then that he seemed to look at you and realize who you were. He seemed to freeze in place for a minute as he stared at you, before he blinked and walked ahead to the other man.

You didn’t fail to notice that he had on a proper costume. In place of the tee shirt he had presented to you earlier, he wore a pirate’s outfit instead. Black boots and harem style pants, with a loose white blouse that had a wide and ruffled v-neck collar, and a fake sword strapped to his hip. He even had on a bandana underneath his hat.

“Do you always have to be such a buzzkill?” The Aizawa impersonator muttered, glaring at his friend.

“Yes. Aren’t you with Jirou anyways? Shouldn’t you try to keep it in your pants?” Bakugou scolded the man, before turning his attention to you.

“This is Sparky, he’s the electrician.” He introduced you.

“I’m Denki Kaminari, and as of this morning I am officially single.” He told you, shooting you a pair of finger guns. You weren’t sure if the appropriate response was to simply walk away, but you debated it strongly before Kirishima came up to your side.

“Hey! I’m glad you could make it, you look great.” He said, giving you a pat on the shoulder.

“Thanks, you do too.” You told him, taking in his rocker costume. You wouldn’t have been surprised to see him wear clothing like that outside of work, it seemed to fit him well.

“Have you gotten the chance to meet anyone new yet?” He asked, leaning in to make sure you heard him over the loud music.

“Yeah, just him.” You said, pointing to Denki.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Here, follow me, I’ll take you around to everyone.” He smiled, taking your hand and pulling you off around the home. Bakugou and Denki followed along, joining as you were introduced to a large majority of the staff present.

Kirishima told you that there were some others you’d have to wait to meet, mainly those who were working tonight and couldn’t make it to the party. That was fine by you, you were just thankful to be able to put names to faces now.

For the next hour or so, you tagged along with their group, chatting and snacking. Bakugou stayed fairly close to you, while he didn’t speak much aside from casting out insults at the group, his company was pleasant. Him being with you had made the night go a lot smoother and you were thankful he had decided to come.

“We’re going to go out on the back patio and play some games.” Denki informed you as he and Kirishima stood to leave. You and Bakugou wished them luck, staying put.

“Are you having a good time?” You asked, and he shrugged, letting out a heavy sigh.

“It isn’t a shit show like it was last year, but I’m still ready to go home.” He told you, letting his head fall back onto the couch you were both sitting on.

“Katsuki, don’t tell me you’re nodding off already.” A voice called out, causing you both to look to the side. You saw a woman with pink hues to her skin skipping over, a large smile on her face. The short dress of her fairy costume rode up as she plopped on the other side of the couch beside Bakugou.

“Hey, I’m Mina. You’re the new doctor up on Level Three, right?” She said warmly, holding out her hand.

“Yeah, that’s me. It’s nice to meet you.” You said, giving it a shake.

After that, Mina prattled on about her day and things involving their friend group. Bakugou listened and responded to her, but you didn’t really feel any room to cut in. That sense of awkwardness came rushing back, like you had been forced out of the circle as quickly as you had entered it. Mina had seemed nice, but they had a deeper friendship, one with inside jokes and long-winded stories. You were still a stranger, and while you had debated sitting idle as they spoke, you were restless to leave.

“I think I’m going to go see how the others are doing.” You told Bakugou, and he shot you a look that you couldn’t quite read.

“Oh! Tell them I said hi, I’ll catch up with them in a few.” Mina grinned, giving you a small wave, her hands hooking around Bakugou’s arm as she went on to another topic.

You made your way through the maze of the house, stepping onto the back porch to find Dr. Aizawa having a stare down with his imposter. You looked between the two men before walking to stand beside Kirishima.

“What is the meaning of this?” Dr. Aizawa, clad in a long cape and velvet red vest, asked Denki.

“I do not know what you are inquiring about.” Denki said, straightening his long white coat, keeping his voice low and monotonous.

“This is ridiculous.” Aizawa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, and you could see a fang glint in the dim moonlight as he spoke. You had to admit, you probably couldn’t have pictured your supervisor as a vampire, but he really fit the role.

“I’ll say, truly I don’t have time for your antics. I am a very busy man.” Denki said, turning his nose up and walking past your superior while you and Kirishima tried extremely hard to withhold your giggles.

“I don’t even know why I bothered actually coming here.” You heard Aizawa mumble to himself.

“He’s never shown up for a party before, this is the first time. Denki figured he’d never know if he went as him since none of us ever expected Aizawa to show.” Kirishima leaned in to you to whisper, and you nodded thoughtfully.

Aizawa spotted the two of you and walked over, his eyes glancing around the backyard as he strolled.

“So, doc, what made you decide to join us?” Kirishima beamed.

“Dr. Mic and I had made a bet. I lost, clearly.” He said, shifting uncomfortably.

“Didn’t realize you were a gambling man.” Kirishima chuckled, scratching his head.

“As of today, I’m officially retired. I held a long winning streak, it was a good run.” He gave a small smile, nodding to you before walking off and exiting through the back gate.

Denki walked over to the two of you wearing a cheeky grin as he watched Aizawa leave.

“Do you think since he’s a vampire, we had to invite him inside to get him to stay?”

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Bakugou pushed himself off the couch, preparing to go look for you all, sure that you’d have gotten yourselves into some trouble by now.

Mina clung to his side, chatting away and following as he walked. As the pair passed the stairwell, Mina’s hands grabbed Bakugou’s wrist, giving him a tug toward her.

“You want to go upstairs? It’s kind of nice having you all to myself for once.” She said, a coy smile on her face.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He said gruffly, trying to pull his hand back.

“Oh, come on. We have been friends since high school. Just hang out with me for a little longer, plus it’ll be quiet upstairs.” She begged, and Bakugou’s head fell back as he groaned, allowing her to guide him up.

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Kirishima and Denki had run off to do the haunted maze, leaving you alone once more. You walked around the grounds, shivering in the cold breeze. It wasn’t entirely unenjoyable though, Momo’s home was amazing. The garden was large with a fountain, black lights secured around its structure which illuminated the fog that seemed to seep out from the water.

Large stone statues decorated the area, and they had been covered in webbing, some tombstones placed in front to make it look like a graveyard. You could tell why everyone wanted to come, she really went all out.

It made you think back to your small apartment, how many of your things seemed crammed into the space. Nothing you owned came close to the lavish decor of Momo’s house. You hoped one day, that would change. You didn’t need anything this fancy, but it would be nice to have a place to call your own and decorate it with nice furniture. Have the extra space for an office or a library, have a yard to decorate for the holidays. A place to start a family in. You didn’t see that happening anytime soon, but it was what you were working toward hopefully.

You were broken from your musings as you spotted Midoriya sitting on a bench in the garden. He was dressed in a homemade scarecrow costume, and you raced over to him enthusiastically.

“Your costume is so cute!” You said, a large smile plastered on your face. He jumped at your sudden approach, before relaxing and patting the seat beside him.

“You think so? I wasn’t really sure what to come as, so my mom told me she’d make me something. I had thought it would maybe be a superhero or at least something more on the spooky side.” He told you, glancing down at the hay that poked out of the bottom of his sleeves.

“No, you look good! I promise.” You said, and you meant it. If there had been some jack-o-lanterns around, you could place them by his feet and he’d look like an autumn decoration right out of a catalog.

“Thanks, you look nice too.” He said, scratching his head.

You both sat and talked, and you were reminded once again of how easy he was to be around. It came so naturally, as if you had been friends for years. He was open and unguarded, and exceptionally kind. You rubbed your arms, your chilled skin feeling numb the longer you stayed out, but you were absorbed in your conversation and paid it little mind. Midoriya, however, seemed to notice and was quick to pull off his jacket and offer it to you. You took it, slipping on the warm garment and giving him a thanks.

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“You’re so boring!” Mina sighed exasperated as she turned a playful glare toward Bakugou. He had sprawled out in a chair inside of Momo’s study while Mina paced in front of him, naming off things to do, trying to persuade him into playing a game.

“How much longer are you going to keep rambling?” He groaned, shooting her a pointed look.

“Until you agree to something!” She huffed, hands on her hips.

“Then quit picking shit I’m not interested in.” He rolled his eyes.

A devilish smirk appeared as she slowly sauntered toward him, her knees touching his. He stared at her blankly, scowling as she reached behind her back.

“Maybe this will excite you a little more then.” She hummed, fingers gripping the zipper of her dress, pulling it swiftly and letting the fabric fall away from her body. Her eyes were catlike as he watched him.

He pushed himself to stand, and they were chest to chest. Her arms reached up, grabbing his shoulders before sliding them down and letting them encircle around his back.

“So, what do you think?” She whispered seductively.

“I think you should get dressed.” He said coldly, eyes ahead as he pushed her arms off of him and stepped around her to make his way to the door.

She stared at him in shock, her heart clenching as she watched him leave the room, shutting the door behind him and never turning back. Hot tears filled her eyes as she reached down, grabbing her discarded dress from the floor and hastily pulling it up.

She stormed out, planning to confront him. She made her way down, heading to the back porch where she knew the rest of her friends would be. She spotted Kirishima and Denki, walking on tipsy feet toward the house while Bakugou stood farther out, glancing into the gardens before abruptly turning and stomping off.

Mina crossed the grounds quickly, peering to where Bakugou had been looking, and spotted Midoriya talking to you. She put everything together quickly, feeling bitterness bubble up inside herself.

She turned and left, marching back inside to find Ochako. It didn’t take long, she was sitting and chatting with Momo in the living room, both girls speaking excitedly.

“Hey Ochako? Do you think there’s anything going on with Deku and the new girl?” Mina asked innocently.

“No, why?” Ochako asked, her brows raised in confusion.

“Oh, I don’t know. I just saw them out in the garden together. They were sitting pretty close and she’s wearing his jacket, so I just thought-“

“I’m sorry, she’s what!?” Ochako said, jumping to her feet, her cat tail swaying behind her as she ran off out of the room.

“What’d the new girl do to get in your bad graces?” Momo asked with a laugh.

“Nothing, just reporting what I saw.” Mina said with a shrug, her lips pulling upward as she spoke.

“You’re terrible.” Momo sighed, standing up to walk with her friend.

“It happens.”

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“Deku! I didn’t know you were here!” A melodic voice called, and you saw Ochako running toward the two of you. You smiled as she approached, giving a small wave that went ignored.

“It’s good to see you, too.” She said to you, a tight smile as she stopped in front of where you sat.

It was painfully obvious she was unhappy with you, her gaze hardening as she looked in your direction, though Midoriya seemed fully unaware. You were reminded again of the cliques in high school, and you felt in that moment that you had gotten on the bad side of one, though you weren’t really sure what your offense was.

You slid Midoriya’s jacket off, handing it back with a thanks as you excused yourself, wanting to get away before you somehow created a bigger disturbance.

You sighed as you headed back into the house, the warm air greeting you immediately. You glanced around, spotting Bakugou in the other room. As you made your way towards him, he looked over at you and you could see the irritation in his stare. His eyes grew cold when they locked on to you. It gave you pause, and as he looked away, laughing at something else someone must have said, you felt yourself frozen in place. Maybe it was time to go home.

You turned, set on going the long way around and sneaking out the front door, but hands grabbed your arms and tugged you into the kitchen.

Mina and Momo stood there, smiling warmly as they asked you to come and talk, wanting to get to know you better. You nodded, apprehensive, but took a seat regardless. With the way the evening had been going, saying you were suspicious was an understatement.

They passed you a drink, pouring themselves one as well, before asking mundane questions. How did you like the job? How did you hear about the asylum? What’s working with Aizawa like?

You answered their questions, throwing out a few of your own. You wondered if maybe you had misjudged them, nothing had really seemed malicious like you originally thought.

“So, anyone you like at work?” Momo asked, leaning forward as she passed another drink over to you.

“Beyond friendship? No, not really. Everyone is nice, but I wouldn’t say I’m interested in anyone.” You shrugged, the shared glance between the two woman not going unnoticed. Everything in your body fired off the signal that you were not safe, and so you excused yourself, the girls waving goodbye as you stood on shaky legs.

You regretted throwing back as many drinks as you had, wondering how much alcohol was in them as you felt the room slightly spin. Normally, you handled your liquor well enough, and you almost wondered if they’d have spiked your drink, but you had watched them pour each one and drink from the same bottle. Plus, that was an action that could lead to getting charged were they to get caught, you doubted they’d put themselves in that kind of a high of risk situation.

You stumbled around the house, your legs feeling weaker as the minutes passed, and you used the wall to keep balance as you tried to make your way to the front door. You knew you couldn’t drive, but maybe you could just start the car and pass out in the back seat. It seemed like the safer bet, you definitely weren’t going to stay overnight in the house. You didn’t trust anyone enough for that.

You made your way through the yard, walking down the long driveway toward your car. Once it was within reach, you almost collapsed against the hood, unsteady hands supporting your tired body.

“You shouldn’t drive.” You heard a monotone voice call out. You glanced over your shoulder, seeing Todoroki quickly walking over to you.

“I’m not, just gonna sleep in the backseat.” You said, speech beginning to slur against your will. He blinked at you before taking the keys from your hand and placing them inside of his pocket.

“You should go home instead. Give me your address, I’ll drop your car off to you when I leave.” He said, pulling out his phone.

“Was this whole party just some elaborate scheme to steal my car?” You whispered to yourself, your hazy mind trying to understand everything that had happened.

“No, I guarantee you I have no need for your vehicle. My driver dropped me off, and I don’t plan on drinking. I can run it over to you and just get picked up from there. I just thought it would be a better alternative to anything else, though you’re welcome to leave it here overnight.” He said, glancing around.

“We’re almost strangers.” You reasoned, and he shrugged, holding your keys out toward you.

“Almost. However, we do work together and your boss is my father. It would be unwise for me to just take off with it.” He said, and your hand paused from grabbing the keys.

You pictured Midoriya talking about Todoroki, how highly he had spoke of him. While a few words from a coworker normally wouldn’t mean much, he trusted Shouto, and you felt you could trust Midoriya without a shadow of a doubt. Also, the notion of staying here, or leaving your car, were unsettling. You didn’t know if they’d mess with you but you’d rather not risk it.

Your arm fell limply to your side as you nodded, spouting off your address to him as you let your body slide down to the ground, sitting there calmly.

“Where’s your costume?” You asked him, looking up at his scrubs.

“I’m wearing it. I came as an intern that works at an asylum.” He said, giving you a small smile, before raising his phone to his ear and making a call.

You let your eyes fall closed, your head leaning on your car as you took deep and even breaths. Being outside was helping to sober you up somewhat, but the thought of trying to navigate home felt impossible. You had Shouto pop your trunk, letting you grab your wallet and a sweater.

“The fuck do you want, half and half?” Bakugou growled.

“Take her home.” He said, pointing down at you. You gave Bakugou a small wave.

“Why should I? She got herself here just fine.” He sneered.

“I seem to recall overhearing from Kirishima that you had come to babysit her. I don’t think you’d be doing a very good job if you allowed her to walk home in this condition.” Todoroki said, stepping around Bakugou to walk up to the house.

Bakugou groaned before looking down at you, demanding that you get up. You pushed yourself off the ground, slowly rising to stand. Once you felt you were steady enough, you turned to face him.

“The hell happened to you? You go and get shit faced while I wasn’t looking?” He grunted, grabbing your arm and throwing it over his shoulder as his hand wrapped around your waist. You leaned into his warmth, smiling as you walked.

“Wasn’t the plan, but looks like it.” You laughed, causing him to roll his eyes.

You told him where you lived, and were thankful he knew the general area as you didn’t trust your own sense of direction. You stumbled as you walked, feeling his arm tighten as he helped you balance.

“Were you mad?” You asked, turning to look up at him.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, his own feet tripping as he walked, and you could hear the low curses slip from his lips. He was probably a bit tipsy himself, having been enjoying the party until he was forced to deal with you. The guilt you hoped to avoid had found it’s way to you regardless, knowing you had probably ruined what could have been an enjoyable night for him. That realization forced your mouth to remain shut, keeping you from answering his question.

“I’m not mad, tonight was just annoying.” He said, glancing at you briefly before looking forward again.

“But did I do something?” You furrowed your brow, trying to remember when things went wrong. Nothing really came to mind, but the image of him looking at you flashed in your mind once more and you were almost certain then of his anger earlier in the night.

“No, it didn’t have anything to do with you.” He assured you, jaw clenching as he released you. You looked forward and saw you were at your front door. You unlocked it, pushing it open before turning back to look at him.

“Thanks for getting me home safe.” You said, impulsively stepping forward to hug him. He laughed, his arms wrapping around you loosely.

“I told you I’d watch you. Thought you said you wouldn’t get into any trouble.” He smirked and you shrugged.

“I really thought I wouldn’t, it’s a shock to me too.” You told him, turning to step into your house, but you didn’t make it far. Your dress tangled and knocked you off balance, your shoulder hitting your doorframe as you groaned.

“God, you’re a mess.” He said under his breath, laughing as he pulled you away from the wall and guided you into your home.

He led you into your kitchen, helping you into a chair at the table as he bent down, undoing the straps of your sandals and tossing your shoes carelessly to the floor. You wiggled your toes which were beyond numb from the cold.

“Are you going back to the party?” You asked, glancing at him as he looked around the space.

“No, I’ll probably just head home. It’s late, no point in going back just to leave again.” He shrugged, looking back at you.

“Sorry I cut your night short, do you want a drink or anything?” You asked. He gave you an incredulous look before smiling, giving a nod.

You stood, carefully walking to your pantry and pulling out a few bottles. You grabbed a couple glasses and made your way back over, taking extra precautions not to trip or drop anything. You were feeling a lot more clear headed, the fog lifting from your thoughts, but your body was still slightly out of tune with your mind. Bakugou cackled at the deep focus on your face as you set them down, and you smacked his shoulder before letting your body fall back into the chair.

“You sure you really want to drink more?” He asked, popping open a bottle and pouring himself a glass.

“Yeah, I’ll be alright. I never cut loose, might as well do it tonight. Plus I’m already home at least.” You shrugged, and he reluctantly filled your glass.

The two of you sat and talked, and you were glad whatever happened at the party was not lingering in your conversation now. He joked with you, mocking and teasing, as you told stories from the past.

Eventually, the two of you called it quits, deciding you’d both had enough and should go to bed since you did have to work the next day. You had offered to let him crash on your couch but he had declined saying he’d call himself a cab, and you nodded before resting your head on your table.

“You just gonna pass out there?” He laughed, cheeks rosy from the alcohol.

“Mhm. I can’t walk.” You groaned, the cold table feeling wonderful against your cheek.

“Come on, I’ll get you there.” He shook his head, pulling you to your feet and stumbling with you toward your room.

You made it into the darkened room, and as soon as you reached the bed, you collapsed onto it, breathing a sigh of relief. Your eyes looked up at Bakugou, who’s hand rested at your side, bracing himself against the bed to keep from falling as he hovered above you.

“Well, I better get going.” He decided, pushing himself up, but you were quick to grab his wrist. He looked at you, confused as you held it gently.

Your heart beat quickly in your chest as you sat up, your hand slipping down to hold his. His fingers tightened around yours and gave them a small squeeze.

You could hear his voice in the shower echoing through your mind, his soft moans and grunts, and the memory consumed you. The alcohol in your system made the impulse that much stronger, and so against your better judgment you whispered,

“Stay.”

He moved before you could even register it, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that knocked the wind out of you. His warm hands gently held the sides of your face, before moving to your hips and pulling you up off the bed.

You let your arms wrap around his neck as he supported your body, turning with you and pressing your back against the wall as he stood himself between your legs.

He broke the kiss, his lips ghosting along your jaw before he buried his face in your neck. His hand gathered the side of your dress, pulling it up and bunching it at your hip until he could grab your thigh. His hand squeezed it before hooking it around his waist, pressing himself impossibly closer to you as he teeth grazed your throat.

You shivered at the feeling, your back arching you into him as he groaned against you. Your hands moved to his shoulders, slipping inside the wide neck of his shirt, pulling it open around his shoulders as he let it slide down his arms and off of his body so that it hung limply around his waist, held in place only by where it was tucked into his pants.

He kissed you again, grinding himself into you as your lip was pulled gently into his mouth. You pulled off his hat and bandana, throwing them to the floor, and wove your hand in his messy hair.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of doing this to you.” He whispered, an almost silent admission, as his hand reached up, kneading your breast before pulling the fabric off of your shoulder and exposing your chest to him. His eyes traced along your body, before he stepped back, pulling the dress off of you completely and letting it pool at your feet.

You reached out and he was quick to pull you against him, hoisting you up as your legs locked around his waist. His hand braced your lower back as he stumbled over to the bed once more, letting himself drop with you onto it.

His hand dove between your legs, brushing the flimsy fabric aside. His thumb rubbed circles against you as your head tilted back, releasing a breathy moan. Your hand grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss along his neck, letting your lips dance gently down to his collarbone.

He crawled between your legs, undoing the waistband of his pants and quickly pushing them down his thighs. Your shaking legs spread further, feeling him rub the head of his cock along your slit, and you sucked in a breath in anticipation. Just as he began to push himself into you, he pulled back and stilled, stopping completely.

“Damn it.” He growled, his head leaning down to rest on your chest while his fist hit the bed above you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, your mind clouded with arousal.

“You’re drunk.” He spat, pushing himself up to look at you.

“So are you.” You responded, unsure of what was happening.

“I’m not fucking you if you’re out of it.” He said, standing up fully as he climbed off the bed, pulling his pants back in place and sliding his arms into the sleeves of his shirt.

You rolled over his words, your tired mind struggling to keep up with the abrupt change of pace. You sighed, eventually nodding sadly.

“I’m gonna go to the living room and cool off, call a cab to get me home.” He told you, turning to leave before stopping, walking back and leaning down to press one last kiss to your lips.

“Next time, when you’re sober, I’ll make sure you can’t fucking walk afterwards.” His lips brushed against yours as he spoke, before pulling away and walking out of your bedroom.

You pulled the jewelry off of your body, tossing it onto your bedside table before crawling under the covers. You sighed, disappointed and debating on calling for him to come back, but you didn’t. Deep down you were glad that he had enough respect for you to not take advantage of your inebriated state, though you weren’t in the right mind currently to truly appreciate it.

The bed felt colder than usual, too large for just you, but you allowed your eyes to shut, letting your mind fade out with the somber thought that he would be gone by the time you awoke.

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Psychosis - Part 5 (Dabi/Hawks/Bakugou x f!Reader)

A/N: I just want to say thank you for reading and your feedback. It is always appreciated. A huge thank you for being my beta reader and happy birthday to @iiashleysykes. I hope you all enjoy, let me know what you think!

Warnings: Masturbation, cursing.

Tag List: @sylum @iiashleysykes @bebetiny @valentinesnightmares1

You sat with Dabi until his uneven shallow breaths became full and steady. His body was warm and heavy against your side as he allowed himself to remain nestled into you. His arms were still loosely wound around your waist, head still tucked in the crook of your neck to lay atop your shoulder.

You felt something akin to guilt, knowing you’d have to remove yourself from him and go back to the group, but you would stay until you were confident he no longer needed you there.

“Do you want to lay down, maybe get some rest?” You asked, speaking in a soft tone. He sighed deeply, heated breath dancing across your skin.

“It’s too early for sleep.” He said, and you could feel his lips faintly brushing against your neck as he spoke. You closed your eyes, ignoring the sensation that it sparked in you, and gently pulled yourself out of his grasp to look at him.

“You don’t have to sleep, but I figured maybe you’d like to just relax rather than going back to the group session.” You explained, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a light squeeze.

His eyes roamed across your face, as if he was searching for something, before he gave a nod and sat back, removing himself fully from you. His expression was indifferent, void of any trace of emotion. It was familiar but haunting, seeing someone look so hollow. It filled you with a deep sense of sadness, and you wished you had the words to fill him with something brighter, something more joyous and fulfilling. You knew though that there was nothing you could say to the man to change him, that would have to come from himself in time, but you looked forward to the day you would hopefully see it.

“I have to go back now, will you be okay?” You asked, giving his shoulder a nudge with your own. He gave you a smile that didn’t reach his vibrant eyes, and patted your leg before letting his hand rest on your knee.

“Yeah, I’ll be alright. Go on and head back, doll. Don’t worry about me.” He said.

“Okay, but if you need me, press the call button. I’ll come right back, I promise.” You said in earnest, placing your hand over his as you locked eyes.

“You make a lot of promises, doc.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“And I intent to keep every one of them.”

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You entered the community room once more to find Aizawa seated in the same place, and Jin and Toga hugging. They were whispering to each other, both letting out mixes of cries and laughter. You walked over, taking a seat in the chair to Aizawa’s side.

“How is he?” He asked, glancing away from the pair ahead to look over at you.

“Better now. I’ll fill you in later with the details, did I miss anything here?” You asked.

“No, not much. They’ve both had open communication and Jin seems like he’s been using his own coping skills to help Toga process this upcoming change. I think it would be good to allow them to interact as they have in the future.” He informed you.

“I agree, I was thinking the same in regards to Dabi. They have what appears to be a close bond, and they had a really good interaction earlier. I know he’s feeling a bit betrayed right now, but I think Jin is a really strong piece of the puzzle for his healing. He needs bonds with other people, to have friends.” You said, and Aizawa nodded.

“We’ll talk about this more later. Perhaps we could get lunch and go over everything while it’s still fresh, and then we can see about speaking with Enji for arranging joint-level sessions.” Aizawa gave you a small smile. You were glad he was open to the idea and on the same wavelength as you.

“Jin, are you ready?” Aizawa said, pushing himself to stand. Jin released Toga, giving a shaky breath as he nodded.

“Please escort Jin down, Midoriya should be expecting him and will meet you there. I’m going to have a quick one-on-one with Toga and take her back to her room.” Aizawa said, handing off his chart to you. You accepted it and turned to Jin, offering your arm before leading him out the door.

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Dr. Mic and Midoriya were already there waiting for you when the elevator doors opened. After quick introductions and handing off his forms, Mic had led Jin off to his new room, leaving you and Midoriya behind.

You both caught each other up quickly, making small talk as you walked over to the Level’s main desk. Midoriya riffled through paperwork and schedules, searching for something, when a notebook toppled to the floor. You picked it up, noticing the writing inside.

“Wow, this is very detailed.” You commented flipping through the book briefly before handing it back to him. He snatched it quickly, his face erupting in shades of pink.

“Sorry, I know it’s…a lot.” He sputtered awkwardly, turning to shove the book back under a stack of papers.

“No, don’t apologize! I think it’s impressive. Understanding your patients is a huge part of helping them, having those in depth notes shows your dedication to your work.” You said, hoping to ease his nerves.

“Thanks, I think you’re probably one of the only few to see it that way, though. I’ve been told on more than one occasion that it’s unnecessary, which I know the patient notes are recorded in the system, but there’s a lot of little details that don’t get put in. Kurogiri likes his coffee black and he has it every day at 7:45am because that’s what time everyone else usually starts getting up and he always wants to make sure there’s a fresh pot out for them. Aoyama steals cheese from the cafeteria, always taking a few blocks to pass out as thank you’s to the other patients, and sometimes to gamble with, weirdly enough. Mr Comp-“ Midoriya stopped mid sentence, the action looking like it physically pained him.

“Sorry, I’m rambling.” He muttered, scratching his head.

“No, really. I think it’s amazing. I can tell you love your job. I’m sure the patients are glad to know you genuinely care for them.” You smiled.

“I learned from the best. My mentor, the previous director, was an amazing man. He loved the patients, wanted to save them all. I remember when I first started and I was terrified, everything was so overwhelming. I had been worried that I’d never get it right, I was always screwing up simple tasks, always in someone’s way. He ended up having an interest in me, taking me under his wing. I learned a lot from him, and I’ll always be grateful for his help.” Midoriya had a far off look as he spoke, a dreamy daze to his eyes as he recalled the past.

“What happened to him?” You asked, not wanting to pry, but also curious about where he was now.

“Due to an unfortunate circumstance, he had to retire early. It was unexpected, and then Director Enji took over. I don’t really know him that well myself, I think he’s doing okay though. I know some people don’t have the most positive view of him, but I think he just had such large shoes to fill. Change is always difficult around here, but I think he’s doing everything he can to keep things going smoothly.” Midoriya finished with a smile.

You found his optimism refreshing, you could feel his love for the patients and the asylum as he spoke. Everyone was working hard, and in a place that demands so much of your time and energy, it was easy to be pulled into pessimism. You found it admirable that he found the strength to be a light in this place, and you knew he was a person that could provide sanctuary for others when it was needed.

“Do you think one day, you’d enjoy becoming the director yourself?” You asked him, and he looked at you thoughtfully before giving you a warm smile.

“Yeah, I think I would.”

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You headed down to Level One, hoping to grab a snack from the cafeteria. Since it was between meals, the kitchens staff was currently out, leaving you to search through the refrigerators. Once you entered the back, you found Hawks mopping the floors with half a sandwich hanging out of his mouth.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, his head whipped over to you and you watched his shoulders visibly relax. He set his mop back in the bucket before removing the food from his mouth.

“Hey, glad it’s you! For a second I thought the director was about to catch me eating on the job.” He laughed, running a hand through his hair.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. It’s what I came here for, too.” You laughed, opening the cooler and pulling out a prepackaged sandwich of your own. You walked over to the long stainless steel counter and hopped onto a stool. Hawks was quick to walk over and join you.

“So how’s it going?” You asked, opening up your container.

“Oh you know, just another exciting day. Got to start off my morning with someone breaking one of the toilets, which is always a good time. Now I’m here, stealing food while no one is looking.” He shrugged.

“That’s a rough morning, I think you’ve earned the snack.” You laughed, and he chuckled along with you.

“I’m glad someone around here gets me. Hey, you want a drink or anything?” He asked, getting up and walking over to the beverage cooler.

“I’ll take a water, if you don’t mind.” You smiled.

“Coming right up!” He said, digging around before returning over to his seat. He sat the bottled water in front of you, as well as a little ice cream cup.

“I found the stash they keep hidden behind the tomato juice. Don’t tell anyone about it though, it’s my personal goldmine.” He whispered, tossing you a wink.

“You’re a man of many secrets, it seems.” You laughed, taking another bite.

“It’s just part of my charm. I’ve gotta keep the mystery alive somehow.” He grinned.

“Oh, are you going to the staff Halloween party? They just gave me the invite for it the other day.” You asked, leaning forward to place your elbows on the cool metal of the table. His face visibly shifted to one of discomfort.

“No, I wouldn’t count on it. But dang, I can’t believe it’s already that time of year again.” He said with a laugh.

“I know, I can’t believe it either. Seems like time just keeps ticking by.” You said with a hum, and his face glossed over with a sadness you couldn’t quite place.

“Yeah, seems like it does.” He said.

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You had left from your chat with Hawks, returning back to work on Level Three. The hours seemed to bleed together, the day passing by in a blur. Bakugou had went home early, and you had been running back and forth like a mad woman. You wondered how Bakugou had managed to stay on top of everything before you had joined the team. It gave you a lot more appreciation for him, and an insight to how hard he worked.

You took a breather, leaning an arm against the main desk as you wiped the sweat from your brow onto your sleeve.

“Excuse me, I’ve got Mirio and Amajiki coming to do rounds with the patients. I thought maybe you’d like to grab lunch and discuss the events from earlier.” Aizawa spoke as he turned the corner. You stood up straight, brushing yourself off before nodding.

He led you down and out to his car, offering to drive, which you had gladly accepted. The ride itself was fairly quiet, though you appreciated his efforts in making small talk. You knew it was difficult to have any conversations that didn’t pertain to work, the two of you lacked a bond. You didn’t know much about each other, so when you removed yourself from the atmosphere of the asylum, you were left with a lot of silence.

You arrived at what looked like a small mom-and-pop restaurant. You both climbed out of the vehicle, doing a light jog through misty rain until you reached the entrance. Aizawa reached it first, holding open the door for you and ushering you inside. You were quickly shown to a table and given your menus, looking them over briefly before Aizawa spoke.

“So, what happened with Dabi?” He asked bluntly.

“After we left, he was pretty worked up. I got him back to his room and he was quick to try and alleviate his stress with minor self-injury. He also made a comment about his appearance, referencing his scar, so I think figuring out what caused them could be a big step toward helping him. I think he harbors a lot of negativity towards those.” You said, and Aizawa nodded thoughtfully.

“I got him sat on the bed, trying to help him calm himself. He seemed to just break down, soft of collapsing into my arms. I stayed with him until he relaxed, and then he spoke about his abandonment. It wasn’t very detailed or specific, more just that those who hold significance in his life end up leaving.” You explained.

“I see, that makes sense. I am not aware of much regarding his backstory, but I know that he got his first criminal charge while he was still very young. In my experience, that usually stems from their early environment. If his home life was traumatic, it could easily have been a factor that pushed him into the streets, as well as cause him to have some abandonment and repressed anger. I am glad that he has found comfort in you though, it is my deepest wish to see these people heal and one day leave our care.” Aizawa said, and you understood his sentiment completely.

While the asylum held these patients, and you were tasked with helping them, your end goal was to never see them again. To have them make changes and turn their life around so that they can go back into their lives with a fresh start. You yourself wanted Dabi to improve, to be able to help him recover and move forward.

“Did you at any time feel you were at risk?” Aizawa asked suddenly, eyes locking onto yours.

“No. I don’t think he’s violent, or at least, he doesn’t have aggression towards me. There were no threats or actions that really seemed to cross those types of lines. My concern was more that he would possibly hurt himself.” You said, taking a sip of the drink that the waiter brought over.

“That’s good. I can’t say for certain about his temperament, as based on his criminal history and interactions with some of the staff it would lead me to believe there are some definite triggers there, however, as long as he doesn’t act on them it will be a lot easier to get him moved down to Level Two. While I know he has had his shortcomings, I don’t see him being quite on the same level as Toga and Shigaraki. He seems like he will be able to make progress and be more open to working on himself now that you have arrived.” Aizawa said.

“So why is he on Level Three? If his outbursts and temperament are what they are, shouldn’t we try and move him down so that he can adjust better?” You asked, confusion apparent.

“Unfortunately, that one isn’t my call. I can push for it, but the choice is ultimately up to Director Enji.” Aizawa said, a bitter tone biting at his words.

While you were curious about Enji and the way the staff felt about him, especially after your conversation with Midoriya, you didn’t feel like right now was the time to pry into his management style, aside from the relevant question you had been waiting the better half of the day to ask.

“Do you think he’ll approve the mixed level sessions?” You asked, tone hopeful. Aizawa hummed, tilting his head to place his cheek on his knuckles as he seemed to roll over his thoughts.

“It’s possible. Enji has always been a hard one to read. My hopes are he will see that the benefits outweigh the risks. I know he has a lot of concern surrounding patient conflict. He feels it reflects poorly on him when patients act out, and so he has a very traditional approach. However, I have learned that there are ways to…sway his opinion.” Aizawa said quietly.

You had watched his demeanor change as he spoke about the current director. The way his eyes became firm and jaw tensed. You knew the man before you was exceptional in his field and had a deep sense of caring for his patients. You wondered if the disconnect the staff felt with the Director was tied to that.

“Would the previous Director have allowed it?” You asked before you could stop yourself. Aizawa blinked at you in surprise, before his expression turned solemn.

“Toshinori? Yes, I think without a shadow of a doubt. In fact, he probably would be the one to suggest it.” Aizawa told you.

“From what I’ve heard, he sounds like he was a good man.” You told him. Aizawa gave you a pained smile.

“Yes, he was a great man. Perhaps the best.”

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You awoke the next morning much earlier than planned, dragging your tired body from bed and throwing on clothes before heading out the door. You drove to work, taking in the darkened city and letting the purple hues relax your groggy mind.

When you arrived, you sluggishly made your way to the staff room, debating on taking a shower. You knew you’d be working up a sweat this morning, but figured it would be easier to get it out of the way now and just rinse off quickly afterwards.

You undressed, placing your clothes in one of the few lockers lining the wall, before entering one of the shower stalls and pulling the curtain closed behind you. The warm water felt like a much needed hug as it poured over your tired body. For a while, you just stood there, letting your mind wander. You had enjoyed your lunch with Aizawa, but thoughts of meeting with the director were adding to your stress. While you hoped for the best, you couldn’t bet on everything working out. If this idea was met with backlash, it was your patients who would suffer because of it.

You knew it was your job to advocate for them and make sure their needs were met, even if it perhaps was not the traditional method. You also knew you needed to find out why Dabi was even placed on Level Three to start with. Was it just because he refused to work with them? You doubted that. You felt like there was something more beyond the information you had been given, something impacting his case at the asylum, and you didn’t like that. Not having everything disclosed to you not only impacted your treating him, but it also put you at risk. If he truly was dangerous and in need of being on Level Three, you didn’t know what to watch for, and if it was a misunderstanding you couldn’t treat him with suspicion as you’d jeopardize his trust in you as his doctor by disengaging from him. The thoughts kept swirling around your clouded mind, feeling overwhelming. You leaned your forehead against the wall and sighed.

You shut off the water when you finished bathing, but remained motionless, just standing there and letting the cool air touch your dampened skin. You grabbed your towel to dry off, but before you could exit the stall, you heard the door slam open followed by thudding footsteps. Your heartbeat quickened its pace at the aggressive sound of lockers being opened and shut. You heard Bakugou cursing as the sound of fabric rustling filled the room. A second later, the shower next to yours turned on and it was silent for a moment, save for the water running. You reached out to grab the curtain, preparing to go and get dressed, when the sound of soft grunts halted you.

His breathy moans were small, ricochetting off the ceramic walls and filling your ears. You knew you should leave, allow him to have his private moment, but still you stepped away from the curtain, leaning your back against the cool tile behind you.

You imagined Bakugou, hand splayed on the wall before him as he hunched over, hot water cascading over him as he stroked himself. You bit your lip as you felt your own arousal respond. You hated it, hated the way it called to you, like you didn’t have any self control, but for the moment you allowed yourself to just be. You knew you would be rattled with guilt later, but you were frozen in place, hypnotized by a sirens call.

Your towel fell open as your hand brushed against your own body, wondering if having some kind of release could help to soothe your own nerves. The notion of it filled you with disgust and excitement simultaneously. The weight of your own loneliness settled over you, and you felt your will weaken.

Your hand dipped between your legs as his grunts grew louder and more drawn out. Your eyes fell shut of their own accord, staring into blackness as you let yourself feel, imagining you were somewhere else, someone else’s hands caressing your sensitive skin.

You heard wet skin slap against the tile, and you could see him in your mind, his back hitting the wall you leaned against. Him standing with his head leaned back, his eyes closed as his face looked toward the ceiling, small rivers of water leaving their trail in every crease and contour of his body. You could see his lips part as he panted, the muscles in his arms and chest flexing as he pumped himself.

He let out a strangled sound, followed by a low groan, before the room settled into silence. The water shut off abruptly and you stilled all movements as the curtain was thrown open. You heard him leave from the stall. The sound of shuffling and a bag being tossed around let you know he was dressed, and then you heard the door to the bathroom fall shut.

You didn’t move immediately, the dull ache in you was relentless, a torture you’d probably have to endure for the rest of the day. Finally, you sighed, wrapping the towel fully around you and stepping out to head to the locker.

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Your morning passed by like a hazy dream. You had found yourself avoiding Bakugou, embarrassment flooding you each time he met your gaze to the point you were unable to look at him. Now that the moment had passed, it left you feeling more than a little awkward. You had been too invasive, eavesdropping on a coworkers vulnerable moment, and the shame was eating at you.

You kept yourself busy, sitting on the floor in the supply room as you gathered up the dirty laundry into baskets. You tried to bury the memory of the morning, forget it completely, but the harder you tried to push it out the more vivid it became.

You groaned, leaning your head against the metal cart at your side as you tried to come to terms with your own perversion, debating on what to do. Your morals begged you to come clean, but you knew that truly wouldn’t rectify the situation. If anything, it would make it worse. Still, there was a part of you that cast the blame on him for even having the gull to do that at work, but you couldn’t criticize him too harshly. You understood it enough to reason that when you spent most of your time working, you did give up pieces of your social life and soon professional and personal time could merge together.

It was a stressful job, you couldn’t hold it against someone for their actions when you knew first hand how much of yourself you were required to give to keep everything running smoothly. His blame was minimal, you figured. There were plenty of moments for you to make a different choice, but you had been the one to stay. To listen and let yourself get absorbed into it. You knew deep down, there was probably no difference between both of your reasoning in actions. Him pleasuring himself at work and you waiting idly to overhear it, you were both lacking in anything substantial, both stressed and tired, both consumed by the insanity of the asylum and all that came with the job.

“I’ll just take it to the grave then, I guess.” You said with a shrug.

“Take what to the grave?” Bakugou’s gruff voice called out from behind. You felt your heartbeat stutter as he spoke, halfway jumping out of your skin.

“Oh, no nothing. Just was thinking about some stuff. Not work related.” You waved him off, giving a strained laugh. His eyes narrowed into slits as he regarded you with suspicion.

“You’re being real fucking weird today, but whatever. Get ready. It’s time for the stupid fitness program.” He chided, turning on his heel to leave.

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You stepped into the courtyard, patients following, as Bakugou kept an eye out from the back of the line. You all walked out to where Kirishima waited, a few mats placed in the grass.

You had been shocked they had allowed everyone out at the same time, especially Shigaraki. Aizawa had given the order, saying it was important that they all had the chance to get out and move around, and would increase security as needed in order to make sure everyone could safely get time in the fitness program since Kirishima’s schedule had been rather full. You also noticed he had called for Jin to come out with Level Three, which Aizawa had told you he was debating on doing.

His plan was to have Jin involved and the group as a whole improve to hold weight in our meeting to push for allowing the blending of levels. You thought it was a good idea, though you weren’t sure if the director would necessarily feel the same. Aizawa had been sure to warn you that he hadn’t gotten approval first, he was making a decision and would just ask for forgiveness later, though his hope was everything would run smoothly enough that it didn’t warrant a complaint.

Shigaraki was placed at the mat in front of Kirishima. His restraints were taken off and he rubbed his chapped wrists, the red and splotchy irritation was a stark contrast to his pale skin. He looked around, before facing forward silently. There was more staff present, faces unfamiliar to you, who stood around him and observed. They were there as a control mainly for him and Toga, who was placed on the mat directly to his right.

You had taken the mat laid out in the back row, and Dabi was quick to claim the one laying to your left. Bakugou took his place in the center row between Dabi and Shigaraki, you assume just to have additional separation between patients, while Jin stood ahead of you, putting a larger distance between you and Toga which you silently thanked him for. While there was a part of you that was excited to burn off some lingering tension and distract your mind, it was obvious not everyone felt the same. Disgruntled expressions and mumbling resounded quietly around you.

Kirishima hit play on his stereo and relaxing music rang out through the air. He informed you that you’d be starting with Yoga and requested everyone have their mats sideways, so that you’d have to look to the sideways to see the poses he gave at the front of the group. You all did as you were asked, though some were in no rush to comply. You nodded to your left at Jin, who was now beside you, and waiting for Kirishima’s instruction.

He started off with simple positions, the tree and the eagle pose, to name a few. You felt your muscles stretch pleasantly as you went and sighed at the feeling, breathing deeply as you moved. Kirishima had you all kneel on the mat, getting on your hands and knees. He demonstrated the cat pose, his back arching high, shoulders sloping inward, and you followed along, feeling your joints pop.

Next he called out the cow position, and you lifted your tailbone, you back bending down and you pushed your shoulders back. You held the pose for a moment before hearing Dabi speak.

“I think I like yoga.” He grinned, and you glanced over your shoulder to find his eyes locked onto your backside, before sliding up to hold your gaze.

“Quit fucking around.” Bakugou spat at him from his side, and you almost laughed as they glared at each other, but you simply turned back ahead ignoring both, until you heard the commotion come from up front.

Toga had pushed herself off the mat and made a mad dash toward the building. Bakugou and a few of the other staff were already on their feet and chasing after her.

Kirishima tried to steady everyone, telling them to keep going in hopes that not all focus would be lost. As you were the only remaining staff participating at the moment, you continued following his instruction, eyes darting across the courtyard as Toga danced around trying to avoid their grasp as if it were a game of tag.

It was a large distraction, and you noticed even Kirishima was struggling to stay focused. You felt warm hands on your hips, squeezing gently, before one hand slid up to your lower back, trailing along the curvature of your spine, forcing you to dip lower.

“I think you need to arch more.” Dabi whispered, and you could hear the laughter in his tone. His hands slipped up and held your waist securely as his thumbs pressed on either side of your spine.

“Go back to your mat!” You whispered, swatting at his hands and shooting him a flabbergasted look, earning you a cheeky smile from him.

The laughter quickly ended as Shigaraki gripped his head and began shouting. The suddenness of it surprised everyone, and soon Toga was restrained and brought back to the group while the remainder of the staff attended Shigaraki.

You saw Jin fix the man with a cold stare, before looking back to Toga who smiled and happily bounced over to him. Kirishima did a check in with Bakugou, who gripped Shigaraki’s arm and hauled the sickly man to his feet.

“The hell is your problem?” Bakugou snarled at Shigaraki, who’s face was distorted with rage. Shigaraki scratched at his neck before opening his mouth and screaming again while staring at Bakugou, before abruptly going silent.

“Alright, we’re going to switch up to some light cardio instead!” Kirishima called, trying to sound enthusiastic as he eyed the men beside him.

Shigaraki was calmed for only a moment before he began lashing out, directing his anger at Kirishima as he tried to run forward and claw at the man. Bakugou grabbed him and forcefully restrained him, putting his cuffs back in place.

Jin managed to keep Toga in line, her attention on him helping her focus on the various work outs that Kirishima tossed everyone’s way. Dabi, however, had issues frequently and you found yourself mostly at his side. His shirt would catch and pull on his staples, ripping them out, some of the motions pulled on his damaged skin too much, too harsh for his body to keep up with. His expression grew more grim, more frustrated as you went.

“Do you need to stop? If it’s hurting you, we can sit this one out.” You said, trying to calm him. You could see him grind his teeth.

“I’m fine, but can you put me down for a bath, doc? I’ve gotta clean off before I get some kind of fucking infection from all of this.” He glared at the dirt that had found its way onto his arms, the sweat on his undamaged skin sinking into the cracks between his staples.

“Yeah, we can do that. I have to have a meeting with the director after this and then I’ll come grab you. Does that sound okay?” You asked, noticing the way his body tensed at the mention of Enji.

“Yeah, that’ll work.” He said, his hand finding solace on your lower back, before moving to firmly grip your side. You almost shoo’d him off of you again, but his cold look gave you pause. It seemed his mind was elsewhere, and if you were his temporary security blanket, then that would have to do. You leaned into his hold, bumping your hip against his thigh.

“Come on, let’s go sit down and get a drink.” You offered, breaking him from his trance. He released you, giving a nod as you led him off to one of the tables near the door.

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Once the patients were all settled back in their rooms, you quickly hit the shower, rinsing off before meeting with Aizawa to head down to the main office.

The two of you entered through the wooden door to the directors room, finding him absent. Ochako had popped her head in to tell you he was on his way now and to have a seat. The both of you complied, Aizawa going over his notes and using your moment alone to brief you on the meeting.

It didn’t take long before Enji entered, sitting in his chair and fixing your supervisor with a cold glare. He clasp his hands on the table, thumb turning a thick silver wedding band around his finger.

“What can I do for you?” Enji said, his tone gruff and demanding. Aizawa sighed before passing a paper across the table.

“Sir, my colleague and I have come to request a change to our standard policy. After careful observation, we think it would be beneficial to allow integrated sessions between patients of different levels. For example, Jin Bubagawara has made outstanding improvements and is one of only a few patients to move down from Level Three. He has bonds with the patients remaining on our floor, as well as all of his learned coping mechanisms and personal growth that can be used as a physical guide to those who wish to follow in his footsteps.” Aizawa said, keeping his tone even and formal.

“I think you’re failing to see reality here, Dr. Aizawa. Integration of patients seems great on paper, and I’m sure you are well intended, but the one you’re truly jeopardizing is Mr. Bubagawara. I think it’s rather cruel to take a healing patient and shove him back in with that lot.” Enji said, leaning forward as he spoke.

“Cruel? That’s rich coming from you, though I guess you’re quite familiar with actions described as such.” Aizawa said, his fist hitting the table. Yours eyes widened, hearing the bite in his tone.

“You always did have that sharp tongue, but I’m afraid my hands are tied. You can show me your flimsy pieces of paper with exaggerated results and evidence, but I’m standing firm. I have no reason to grant a request like this.” Enji spat, shoving the paper back across the table at Aizawa.

“I’m sorry, but if I may speak, Jin isn’t just a patient, he’s a person. He has made friendships and formed bonds with the others. While it is true that regression is a very real risk, we would immediately pull him if that were the case. As of right now, we have no reason to believe that would happen. In fact, we have seen the opposite. Toga is a prime example, Jin is able to keep her calm and behaving. We’ve seen her mirror his coping mechanisms which is a great starting point. Dabi, who refuses to speak to almost everyone, will sit comfortably and chat with Jin. Even earlier today, I feel that we had a very successful-” You were cut off by a chair scraping against the floor loudly as Enji pushed himself up to stand and you could see the anger burning within his stare.

“Are you talking about the mess that was earlier today, doctor? I believe miss Himiko ran around the courtyard exhausting staff and Mr. Shigaraki lunged at the fitness instructor after having a mental breakdown. I can tell you and Aizawa went to the same lousy school, because that is far from what I would consider as a success. I can sympathize that you both dislike traditional practice, and would like to try something a little more modern, but these are patients. Not your lab rats to run your theories on. The staff here is well respected, they’re not little minions who should be expected to chase after your patients or carry out your responsibility. In the future, I’d like the two of you to think about what is best for everyone as a whole. You’re dismissed.” Enji said, taking a seat and turning his back to the two of you.

You could see the flash of hatred that crossed Aizawas features, but he steeled his mouth shut and stood to leave, motioning for you to follow.

“Oh, Y/N, a moment please?” Enji called out, and you paused in step. You glanced to Aizawa who cast a suspicious look at the director before giving you a nod.

“I’ll be in my office.” He told you, then turned and walked back into the hall.

You took a deep breath, sitting back in the chair and digging your nails into the wooden arms. Your nerves felt so tightly strung, but you kept yourself composed.

“Yes, sir?” You asked evenly.

“I know you are new to your residency and are still learning, so I’ll go easy on you for now. I’d like to give you some advice, don’t follow in his footsteps. Aizawa has no interest in doing what is best for the patients here or the asylums staff. He is a man of total self interest. I believe if you let him corrupt your judgment, you will fail in this profession.” Enji said, turning back to look at you and fixing you with a firm gaze.

You didn’t think it was the time to argue, so you simply nodded, hoping your face conveyed a look of recognition, even though you disagreed with him wholeheartedly. For now, you knew you’d have to play his game and try to stay under the radar, which you hoped would come easily with your newer position in the building. Right now though, you wanted an answer.

“Thank you, director. I’ll definitely keep that in mind. While I’m here, I was wondering if you could help me with something. I’ve been assigned to Dabi’s case, but many things on his file were missing from his records. Why is he on Level Three?” You asked, watching him for any reaction.

“Dabi is on Level Three because he is dangerous. He lacks the capacity to feel in any normal sense of the word. He is highly manipulative, and sees no worth in human life. We left in his file the drugs and arson, but we excluded the results of those listed charges. 7 lives have been taken by that man. He will kill, in fact, he almost killed me.” Enji told you, his tone far too casual, too indifferent.

“Don’t you think that information would be important to put into his paperwork? If we don’t know everything surrounding what led him to this point, how are we supposed to give him the best treatment we can offer? Not only can that impact diagnostics, it puts the well respected staff at risk.” You were trying very hard to not allow your temper to flare. For a man who berated one of his top doctors so quickly for what he felt was an oversight, he seemed to have plenty of his own.

“It shouldn’t, so long as you do your job properly. Is that an issue for you?” His eyebrows were raised and you wanted to scoff at his arrogance, but you held it in.

“No, sir.” You said.

“Good, Im glad we were able to clear that up. As for why it’s off of his record, that has to do with the legality surrounding his case. I’ve already told you more than I should have, so please do try to keep it confidential. I’m putting a lot of faith in you, don’t make me regret it. If you work well with me, you may find yourself running Level Three one day.” He said, before telling you he had other business to attend and asking you to leave.

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You walked along the halls, your mind still on the director. While you had yet to hear the stories of dislike toward Enji, you were already very sympathetic to them. He was, in short, a total ass. The way he twisted a story of concern into one of neglect spoke volumes to you. You knew there wasn’t much you could do, and while you hoped perhaps he was just having an off day, you were fairly certain that this was just his true character.

You mused over everything you wish you could have said as you headed up to the third floor, ready to collect Dabi as promised. Your heavy feet carried you to the elevator and through the back halls until you found yourself at his room.

You unlocked his door and made your way inside to find him leisurely laying on his bed, his head propped on his arm. His closed eyes slowly opened, giving you a lazy glance, before pushing himself to stand. He stretched, before silently turning and placing his hands behind his back, waiting for you to secure him.

Once he was restrained, you led him out into the hallway and down to the bathroom, locking the door as you entered before removing his cuffs.

“You’re quiet today.” Dabi said, his eyes lingering on you before shifting to look around the bland room.

“Oh, yeah sorry. Guess my mind is just somewhere else. Give me just a second and I’ll have the water ready for you.” You said, forcing a smile and quickly walking to kneel beside the tub, turning on its taps.

Dabi inspected you from behind before pulling off his shirt and flinging it to the floor. He walked over and sat himself down on the rim of the tub beside you.

“That have anything to do with our wonderful director? I’m guessing your meeting didn’t go so well.” He gave a weak laugh and a shake of his head, his tone sounding unsurprised.

“Yeah, something like that.” You sighed, a solemn smile on your face as you ran your hand under the water, checking its temperature and adjusting the knobs as needed.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked, fingers weaving into his hair to scratch his scalp.

You did want to, there was no doubt about that. The whole thing irked you, and Dabi sounded like he may know the director a bit more than you did, anyways. He would be one to go to for possible insight, but you knew that was a line you couldn’t cross. The meeting involved the groundwork to his treatment, and the details of what was said could easily interfere with his relations to the staff at the asylum. You could already guess he was not a fan of the director, especially if what Enji had said of the past were true, but still, it would be unethical to expose him to those issues, the conversation that took place. You knew better than to vent to him about all of this, so you gave a tight smile and shook your head.

“No, not right now, but thank you.” You placed a hand on his knee and gave it a light squeeze, hoping it would convey all of the things you would have to keep inside. Your hand retreated for a moment, and then you reached to turn off the water, stepping back to let Dabi finish undressing and climb into the tub.

Once sat in the water, he sighed, stretching his arms over his head as he leaned back against the cool wall behind him, letting his eyes linger on your face. You could feel him watching you the whole time you washed him, but you tried to ignore it.

“You’re angry.” He finally commented, leaning forward and propping his elbows on the edge of the tub and resting his chin on folded arms as he twisted in your direction. You sucked in a breath before letting out a low sigh and nodding.

“Yeah, I am. I’m sorry, I should have taken a breather before I came and got you, got it out of my system first.” You apologized, hanging your head in frustration, feeling your hair fall forward as you did. You needed to get a grip. You didn’t need your patient worrying about you and trying to console you. How could you ever expect to help someone in this field when you couldn’t reel in your emotions and keep them in check?

“Stop.” Dabi said calmly, and you glanced at him with a frown.

“Stop what?” You asked dejectedly.

His long fingers moved slowly, cautiously, as he grabbed onto the soft hair framing your face, twisting it between nimble fingertips before reaching farther up to run his hands along your forehead, gathering the hair and tucking it behind your ear.

“Stop apologizing.” He said, his fingers moving to the other side of your face, tracing along your cheek with a feather like touch before brushing those hairs out of the way as well.

“I just feel like it isn’t fair to you.” You explained and he clicked his tongue at you.

“Do you know why I wanted you to be my doctor?” He asked, his fingers moving from your head, gliding downward and dancing over the skin of your neck.

“Because you’re familiar with me from the hospital?” You asked, ignoring the goosebumps that rose on your arms from his touch.

“Because I can see you. I’ve had to sit in rooms with countless people that I’ll never remember the names of. They fake professionalism, act superior, look down on me as if they could ever understand the life that I’ve lived. You’re not like that. You’ve never been like that.” He explained, fingers ghosting down the skin of your shoulders.

“You walk in with that goofy grin and just put your whole self into what you do. You don’t hide anything, and it’s like for a moment everything is normal. We’re just two people talking. I feel comfortable with you, it’s hard not to. Even back when we first met at the hospital, you didn’t just clam up and try to get me out of your hair, you cared. You tried to talk to me, to understand who I was. Even now, you feel like the only person here who gives a damn. So if you’re mad, be mad. Don’t apologize to me for feeling or being genuine when that’s the thing I like the most about you.” He told you, fingers running down your forearm until he reached your wrist, before sliding to grab your hand.

You felt your heart ache as you looked down at your lap, feeling his warm thumb brush along the cool skin of your knuckles. His words sank in, feeling bittersweet. It almost felt like some type of confession, as if he had revealed a secret of his to you.

Everything you had been taught told you to keep a firm line between your personal self and your professional self, never allowing that boundary to blur, but how could you lock so many pieces of yourself away if that was what allowed you to reach someone? If that was what gave someone the sense of ease that they needed to open up or to heal, wasn’t that the right approach then?

“I’m glad that I make you feel that way. I can’t promise that I can always have everything on display, I feel like that could hinder me helping you somewhat, but I’ll do my best to always be authentic. I do care about you, I want to help you however I can.” You told him, your hand twisting to return his hold.

“I know, I trust you.” He said, giving one last squeeze before his hand pulled away, settling into the water.

You smiled at hearing his faith in you. While textbooks would possibly oppose your methods, you truly believed Dabi first and foremost needed someone who felt like a friend. That notion became even more solidified now. While you couldn’t tell him the details of what went on behind the scenes, you promised yourself you wouldn’t hide behind a mask with someone who would see past it anyways. If Dabi needed you to be real with him, then that’s what you’d do. Hopefully, you could widen his circle, but for now, you hoped you could be enough to get the ball rolling.

For a moment, your thoughts had turned back to what Enji had revealed to you, and you wondered if someone like Dabi truly had the capacity to harm others like the director had suggested. He didn’t seem like this violent and dangerous man, though you were sure that could be situational. As of right now, you had to assume he was capable of it, but it hadn’t been provoked during his stay here as of yet. You didn’t know what he had been through, the ways in which he had suffered. All you could do was try and give him what he needed, get him to open up and learn as you go to try and understand why he was here and how to help him get back to his regular life.

With that, you finished his bath, conversation returning to its lighthearted and normal flow as thoughts of your meeting and concerns were temporarily pushed to the back of your mind, before escorting him to his room and finishing out the rest of your shift.

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Psychosis - Part 4 (Dabi/Bakugou/Hawks x f!Reader)

A/N: Sorry this is coming a bit later than I’d have liked. I’m hoping going forward to post a new update every week/two weeks. As always, I hope you enjoy! Feedback is always welcome and if you’d like to be added to the tag list just let me know.

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You didn’t return home that night, your task list too backed up. You worked late into the evening, eventually making your way to the cots on Level 2 to rest. As you laid there, your thoughts turned to Dabi.

You could still see him as he was years ago, a troubled young man who felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He had come in on suicide watch a handful of times. While the details were fuzzy, you remembered him telling you he just needed to get away and be somewhere he could feel safe. His home life had been difficult, and he’d gotten into petty crimes and drug use to cope.

He came in fairly often, not overly frequent, but it was more than an average patient. You remembered your repertoire with him, you had done your best to try and keep it lighthearted and fun. He had seemed so melancholy, so disturbed. You hadn’t had the skill set at that time to ease those feelings for him, so you had done your best to at least make the time he had with you enjoyable. You knew he had wanted to escape from his life, even if just for a moment.

The image of him now pulled to the front of your mind, the air around him felt different in a way you couldn’t quite explain. He had been through something unimaginable, of that you were sure. The scars that covered his body were proof of it, and you couldn’t even begin to fathom the pain he must have had to endure. He was still as charming as ever, and you were glad he had held on to that.

However, you felt a deep concern gnawing at you. Your reaction to him was unsettling, in your profession even something small was enough to raise a red flag. You were being trusted to take care of him, advise him and try to help him overcome his past demons. While you were aware that what you felt was impulse more than anything, it still made you uncomfortable. You knew it was not a major issue at this point, but you’d have to be observant of yourself and if your feelings ever wavered, he would have to be released from your care.

You often wished you had someone to talk things through with when your mind became a plague. You weren’t close with your parents, the relationship had been strained when you had told them you would be leaving for school. They had wanted you to graduate and then work in the diner that they owned with the eventual hope that you would one day take over the business. When they realized that wasn’t your plan, they had cut you off and kicked you out.

After that, you couch hopped for a while, even living in your old beat up car for a few months. You had done whatever you could to make sure you would be able to put yourself through school and create the life you wanted. However, between university, your internships and working you had less and less time. Your friendships faded out, and while you got on well with coworkers, they never became very close. There were only a handful you stayed in contact with, but it was a casual catch up conversation or a lunch date type of friendship, not a call at 4am to go over your anxieties in life.

Relationships felt even more impossible, they took time that you rarely had. Even worse, the few times you had been on dates you would find yourself psychoanalyzing them. It was like you couldn’t turn it off, and while most of them never noticed, once you started viewing them as a patient, it felt too invasive to keep seeing them.

You would ask questions and people would open up, and then you’d feel guilty for somehow manipulating them into being comfortable with you, and so you would walk away before it ever got too deep. Maybe you weren’t cut out for romance, but you couldn’t deny that you were incredibly lonely. It was something you’d probably never admit out loud, but it left a noticeable void in you that you hoped one day you would learn how to fill.

You sighed, the overly starched sheets feeling rough against your skin. You rolled over, tossing and turning to try and find some semblance of comfort in the too firm bed. You focused on the sound of the air conditioning unit, it’s dull hum reverberating around the room until your tired eyes finally fell shut.

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You woke early to a phone call from Aizawa, asking if you could come in a little bit sooner to help maintain the patients schedules as Level Three’s nurse, Jirou, was out for the day.

You groggily climbed out of bed, washing up quickly before trudging over to the elevator.

As you entered the main lobby you saw Bakugou over at the desk getting his supplies in order.

“Good morning.” You greeted with a yawn, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. He glanced toward you before giving you a curt nod.

“Morning.” He said back, returning to the task before him.

You picked up the form to his side, it was a schedule of Jirou’s daily tasks. The ones involving patients had been highlighted and had time frames listed for each.

Aizawa had briefly told you about Jirou before. She had the most experience in nursing, aside from Recovery Girl, who she was currently shadowing. In the event that Recovery Girl should ever leave or retire, Jirou would then take over as the head nurse for the asylum.

While she often worked in the background, her role helped the patients tremendously to stick to daily schedules and keep on track of their day to day needs. She would get them out of bed at 7am each morning, make sure all of their needed medications were ordered and ready for when you and Bakugou arrived, and she had also been in charge of scheduling the floor activities.

You had been informed that some of these duties would transfer to you when you got more comfortable, lightening up Jirou’s load. She had mainly been covering, taking on extra work to help Bakugou and keep the floor running smoothly while they had tried to get your position filled.

“You ready?” Bakugou asked, handing you a freshly printed paper with your individual schedule for the day on it.

“Yeah, let’s get started.” You smiled.

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The first thing on your list was giving the patients their wake up call. Bakugou had taken Shigaraki and Toga, assuring you he would be able to handle both of them and get them up and going faster without you there.

You walked over to an unfamiliar door, unlocking it and stepping inside, finding yourself more than a little surprised. While the other patients had very little within their rooms, this one felt homey and seemed a lot closer to the ones on the levels below.

The walls were still white, but they were covered in posters. There was a small TV on a side table in the far corner of the room, a radio propped on a bookshelf that was lined with trinkets and novels.

You saw the man, already awake and sitting on his bed, eyes looking at you in question.

“Good morning, Jin. I’m the new psychiatrist on this floor, I don’t believe we’ve gotten the chance to meet yet. My name is y/n.” You said, greeting him warmly. He smiled in response, pushing himself to stand and extending his hand. You shook it firmly.

“Hey! It’s nice to meet you.” He said casually. His blond hair was short, but stood up wildly. Light stubble covered his chin, and a deep scar ran down the center of his forehead.

“If you want to get dressed, I’ll be back in just a moment to take you down to the courtyard.” You said, and he gave a nod, walking over to his dresser and pulling out a fresh change of clothes.

You left the room, locking up and heading over to your second patient. As you pushed open the door, you spotted him buried in a mass of tangled sheets. You walked over to the bed, lightly placing a hand on heated, sweaty skin and gave him a gentle shake.

His eyes cracked open as he groaned, slowly pushing himself to sit.

“Good morning, you ready to get up?” You asked, voice soft.

“No, but I guess I don’t have another option.” He laughed sleepily. He roughly rubbed his face before kicking his legs to the side and planting his feet firmly against the cold tile below.

He sat there for a moment before pushing himself to stand, jerking as he muttered a faint “shit”.

You grabbed his arm and saw the fabric of his shirt caught on the edge of a staple. Careful hands grasped it and removed the material. Once you were done you took a step back and he inspected his arm before nodding in thanks.

“So, what’s the plan for the day, Doc?” He asked, a tired grin on his face.

“I’ll be taking you and another patient down to the courtyard to get some air, then when you guys are back up, I’ll bring some breakfast around to you.” You said.

“Which patient? If it’s the little psycho I’ll pass. I’d rather just stay here.” He asked, a scowl covering his features.

“It’s Jin Bubaigawara.” You said nervously.

“Oh, Jin? Yeah that’s fine.” He said, pulling out a new shirt from the dresser beside his bed. He quickly flung off the one he’d been wearing, no doubt damp from sweat, and pulled on the new one. It was the same standard white tee, but he had taken the liberty of removing the sleeves so that it fit more like a tank.

He turned his back to you and allowed you to restrain him, before being led back to collect Jin.

Once you had both men, you guided them to the elevator and through the back hall in Level One to the courtyard for their scheduled outdoor time. They chatted amongst themselves as they stepped over to a wooden bench in the smoking area. As neither had heavy violence restrictions, you removed their cuffs and moved over to sit off to the side at a neighboring table.

You watched as Jin pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to Dabi, which he gladly accepted. They continued talking and you were glad to hear the small laughs as they joked around. For a moment they just looked like two friends, the rest of the situation disappearing as they sat and smoked together. You thought maybe it could be a strong aid for Dabi, having that sense of normalcy.

He had mentioned his lack of it before, and now seeing his content state with your own eyes, you knew that could be a large component to his recovery.

You relaxed into your seat as the cold morning light bathed your skin. The air was crisp as you inhaled deeply, and it made you feel refreshed and alert. You sat there for a while longer until your watch went off, letting you know it was time to head back inside.

“Alright guys, ready to go back in?” You asked walking over to their table.

“Aw come on, just a few more minutes! GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.” Jin said, his abrupt change in tone alarming you for a second. Dabi laughed as he saw you tense, and Jin apologized, saying it was getting better but still hard for him to control. His personalities often were not in agreement and it caused him to sometimes quickly lash out.

“Oh, no you’re fine! Sorry it just startled me was all.” You explained with a laugh.

Jin was the first to stand, allowing you to restrain him once more. While you were adjusting the locks, you felt Dabi’s hand ghost along your back, fingertips trailing up your spine as he stepped forward beside Jin and placed his arms behind himself.

You eyed him, his head turning to glance over his shoulder at you as you stepped behind him to put his cuffs back on. He gave you a wink and you shook your head, a small exhale of laughter leaving you, glad to see his spirits were still high after his interaction with Jin.

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“Wait up!” A voice called out behind you. You turned and saw Mirio jogging over, wearing a bright smile.

“Hey, I saw that Ochako just got in for the day. I figured I’d take the guys back up for you and get them something to eat so that you can get with her on setting up your office.” Mirio beamed.

“Oh, alright, thank you!” You smiled, glancing back to the two men behind you. Jin seemed unfazed, but Dabi’s deep set frown was hard to miss. You gave him a sheepish grin, knowing the pair has friction, but he sighed and told you he’d see you around.

With that, you left the group and headed to the receptionist’s desk to find Ochako. She greeted you warmly, pulling up a chair beside hers and getting a few websites opened up. You went through the basic supplies and got your orders put in before she moved onto the rooms decor aspect.

“So, what are we thinking?” She asked.

“I’d really like for the room to feel comfortable and calming. I don’t want it to feel too corporate, I think that makes it hard to relax.” You said. She nodded, thinking for a moment before pulling up a few different items.

“Alright, here are some of the approved furniture options. We get these from a local supplier, so they usually get here within the week. If you don’t like any of these, I’ve got some other suppliers but their products can take some time to arrive, so we usually discourage them.” She informed you.

You glanced through the website, finding the pieces you liked and adding them to the cart. Ochako informed you that the painters would be there in the next few days as well, and gave you a sample book of colors if you wanted to have them do your office.

“For anything else, usually it would be provided by you. There are reimbursement forms on the wall outside of the directors room, it has a list of what qualifies so make sure to grab one of those. We also have a yearly budget that is offered, it can help to get some more personalized things. I think it kicks in at the beginning of the year, and you can use it to replace items or just get a larger inventory depending on what you need. It isn’t much though, I think usually they recommend you try to save a good amount of it just incase something comes up throughout the year.” She explained and you nodded, thanking her.

“So, how are you liking it so far?” She asked.

“It’s going pretty good! I think I’m starting to get the hang of things around here. All of the staff seems nice, and I’m getting to know the patients a bit more now which im excited about.” You smiled.

“That’s awesome! I’m glad you’re getting settled in. Have you had breakfast yet?” She asked, and you shook your head. Since you’d got called in early, you hadn’t had the chance to grab anything to eat.

“Here, when I picked up breakfast this morning I didn’t realize they gave me an extra sandwich. Help yourself!” She hummed, holding it out to you.

The both of you ate and chatted casually, and you were thankful to a fairly easy start to your day. At one point, Izuku had popped into the office and gave a quick hello before returning back to work. You took in Ochako’s meek smile and quiet composure.

“You’ve met him, right? Izuku, that is.” She asked you, a faint dusting of pink spreading across her cheeks.

“Yeah, he showed me around my first day. We haven’t talked too much, but he seems nice.” You answered.

“He is, and I’m glad for that. He and I are pretty close, I care about him a lot. If anything ever gets out of hand up there, please check on him. His heart is bigger than his mind sometimes, and he ends up getting in over his head.” She said with a small smile, a sad glint in her eyes.

You nodded thoughtfully, agreeing to her request, before excusing yourself to finally make your way back upstairs.

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You entered Level Three and found Bakugou leaning against the counter, talking to someone just out of sight. As you walked up, the redhead stepped into view, eagerly extending his hand with a sharp smile.

“Hey! There you are, I was wondering when I’d get to meet the new girl!” He laughed.

“I’m Kirishima, I lead the asylums fitness program.” He introduced himself warmly.

“Oh it’s nice to meet you!” You said, looking between him and Bakugou. Their energy was a stark contrast, Kirishima radiating a bright and vibrant feeling while Bakugou’s was much more repressed annoyance.

“Are we going to be having a fitness day?” You inquired, looking between the men.

“We sure are! Nothing helps the mind like getting the body moving. I’ve got you guys down for a session this week out in the courtyard. I’ll be leading it, but I do ask that some staff participates alongside the patients. Level Three is usually my most difficult group, they don’t like to be involved and would rather watch me work up a sweat. I’m hoping if some of you get into it, maybe it’ll give them a boost and we can get everybody joined in!” Kirishima explained excitedly while Bakugou muttered curses behind him.

“Sure, count me in. Whatever I can do to help.” You smiled.

“Great! I’ll get it scheduled in the system this afternoon. Just make sure to check it and remember to bring a change of clothes and a water bottle that day.” He said.

“Oh, by the way, are you going to that party?” Kirishima said suddenly, turning back to face Bakugou.

“What do you think, shitty hair?” Bakugou growled, rolling his eyes as he spoke.

“Aw come on, man. It’ll be fun!” Kirishima urged.

“What party?” You asked and the two glanced over at you. Kirishima faced you excitedly.

“A Halloween party over at Momo’s house! She’s one of the nurses here and every year she throws a big party for the staff. You should come too! It’d be a great chance to get to know everyone.” Kirishima explained.

“It’s a waste of time. Those idiots just show up to get shit faced.” Bakugou cut in.

“Don’t listen to him, it’ll be fun. I promise.” Kirishima grinned, waving Bakugou off.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to stop by, I’m not much of a party-person though.” You laughed.

“That’s alright, Bakugou isn’t either so I’m sure he can keep you company while you’re there, too.” Kirishima said.

“I already told you I’m not going.” Bakugou chided.

“You say that every year.” Kirishima shrugged.

“Yeah, and then somehow you dunces end up dragging me along. Ain’t happening this year.” Bakugou growled, crossing his arms as he scowled.

“It wouldn’t be very manly to leave Y/N all by herself, though. If she goes, you should too so she isn’t uncomfortable. Plus, if she’s only stopping by, maybe that’s your ticket to leaving early.” Kirishima beamed.

“I can go by myself, it really isn’t an issue guys. You don’t have to worry about me.” You laughed, trying to diffuse the situation.

“See, she’s fine.” Bakugou said with a shrug before turning to get back to work.

“Yeah, you’re right. Plus that’ll give Sero and Denki the chance to get to know her better without you lingering.” Kirishima said with a mischievous grin. Bakugou paused in his step before sighing angrily.

“Damn it. Fine, I’ll go but I’m not sitting around at that shitty party all night again.” He spat and Kirishima draped his arm around your shoulder with a victorious smile.

“Alright, that’s what I like to hear! Guess that’s my cue to get out of here, before Baku-bro changes his mind. Oh, and don’t forget, fitness day, be ready.” He called at you both before jogging off, throwing a small wave at you as he entered the stairwell.

“I don’t even know why I’m friends with those idiots.” Bakugou grumbled to himself, and all you could do was listen to his ranting with a laugh.

“Come on, we’ve got to get back to work.” He said.

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You came into work the next day feeling refreshed. It was the first night in a while that you had been able to relax and get a good nights sleep, which was both needed and appreciated. As you entered Level Three, you zero’d in on Aizawa immediately. He stood by himself in the lobby, cup of coffee and clipboard in hand.

“Good morning.” You greeted, a skip in your step as you walked over to him. He nodded at you, offering a polite smile.

“Alright, I hope you are ready to get started.” Aizawa said, turning his attention to you.

“Sure, what would you like for me to do?” You asked.

“I’ll be conducting a group session this morning with a few of the patients. I’d like you to sit in. It will give you some valuable insight, as well as hopefully introduce you more formally to those who are not as familiar with you.” He explained, beginning to walk to the community room.

“Please, take a seat. Bakugou is collecting everyone now. I’m going to help him finish up and will be back in just a moment.” Aizawa instructed before walking off, leaving you to take a seat in one of the chairs around the room.

You felt your nerves flair, anxious at the thought of everyone being in the same room. While you knew the patients would probably enjoy getting quality time with each

other, seeing as they were primarily in isolation, the idea still did worry you. They were unpredictable and impulsive, and even something as simple as a group session could potentially be dangerous.

Aizawa was the first to return, Toga restrained and muzzled. You flinched as she made eye contact with you, the bite mark on your arm burning at the remembrance of her teeth digging into your flesh. She immediately tried to run toward you, but Aizawa held tightly to her arm, redirecting her to sit beside him.

You noticed his slight nod, and internally you thanked him for his action.

Next to enter were Bakugou, Jin and Dabi. Jin’s steps were light and he wore a broad smile on his face as he leisurely took a seat. Dabi had eyes on you and was quick to break away from the group, taking the seat right beside you.

Bakugou watched him, a deep set scowl on his face, but he made no comment as he left the room to head back toward the lobby.

“Alright everyone, first I’d like to turn your attention to our newest resident, Y/N. While I am sure you all have met her since her arrival, I would like for this meeting to be a good point of introduction where she can familiarize herself more with you.” Aizawa said, eyes glancing between patients.

“I’d also like to announce a bit of news regarding Jin. He is being released from Level Three and will continue his session going forward on Level Two. I know you both have developed a good relationship with him during your time here. I hope you can see his progress and offer him a sincere congratulations. Please use this time to say goodbyes and speak freely, I know it may be a difficult transition, but it is not the end. Our deepest wish at Yuuie is for you both to join him in moving down the levels.” He finished.

The room was silent, save for a small hum from Jin. You could sense the tension in the atmosphere, the unspoken hostility. Normally, one would feel joyful that a friend was getting better, that they were able to move on to a new path for themselves, but Toga and Dabi weren’t your average people.

These were people who felt betrayed, like a close friend had turned on them, stabbed them in the back and left them behind. Aizawas words left a bitterness in their mouths. Toga already had tears in her eyes, but she was quiet for once. Dabi, on the other hand, radiated aggression. You watched his hands tense, fingers white as he tightly grabbed the arms of his chair, tendons in his hand flexing.

“You’re really…leaving us?” Toga’s voice cracked, finally breaking the silence.

“Yeah, I guess I am.” Jin said, giving her a smile and placing his hand on her shoulder.

“So that’s how it is, huh? This morning you act all buddy-buddy, couldn’t have said anything then, right?” Dabi spat.

“I didn’t know then, Dr. Aizawa and Mirio-“

“Save it. I’m tired of your shit. I want to go back to my room.” Dabi demanded, cutting off Jin.

“Please, escort him back.” Aizawa said to you, his face indifferent. You have a curt nod, placing your hand on Dabi’s back and ushering him up. He stood, back to you waiting to be restrained, and all but marched to the door.

While walking down the hall, you had to jog to keep up with him, trying to keep him in your grasp was hard, he’d shrug you off and let his long legs carry him further away from you. You knew he was hurt in his own way, so you bit your tongue until you were safely back in his room. You took off the cuffs and his hands quickly moved to his head, nails digging into his scalp.

“Hey, come on Dabi, stop that. You’re going to hurt yourself.” You said, gently grabbing his wrists.

“Like I fucking care, look at me!” He laughed, whipping around to face you, the look in his eyes were wild.

“You think I can do anything worse than what’s already been done? Fucking LOOK AT ME.” He screamed, eyes bloodshot.

You flinched, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. Your heart clenched at the raw sound of his voice, knowing his pain, feeling it hit you with every syllable spilled from his lips.

“We can’t change what’s been done, but we don’t want to add to it. I don’t want you to hurt anymore, and I don’t think you like hurting either, right? Come over here, let’s sit down for a minute, okay?” You said, voice hushed. One of your hands still held his wrist while the other moved to his back, giving soft rubs as you guided him to his bed.

You moved his hands into his lap, keeping yours in place atop them to keep them still while your other hand traced light shapes into his back, trying to soothe him. His eyes burned holes in the floor, jaw clenching as heavy breaths moved his chest.

You didn’t say anything, just sat quietly beside him, hoping your presence would offer some type of comfort.

“Everyone leaves.” He finally muttered.

“What do you mean?” You prodded. His head shifted, slowly turning to you as his eyes lingered on your face.

“For all of my life, anyone that has ever mattered has left. I always end up alone.” He whispered, voice straining as he spoke. His face twisted, and he looked like he wanted to cry. Visions of him flashed in your mind, a younger him sitting before you, tears falling freely, his heart aching with betrayal.

You brought a hand to the back of his head as his breathing quickened and became uneven, like he was hyperventilating. You pulled him into you, his head against your shoulder as your fingers wove through his hair, your other arm encircling him and holding him close.

“It’s okay, I know it’s hard to be alone. To feel lonely. I know how much it hurts, but I promise you, it won’t be like that anymore. I’m here, I’m going to help you, and I’m not going anywhere.” You said, feeling yourself almost brought to tears as you thought about Dabi, about how he was falling apart and all you could do was try to piece him back together, little by little.

His face was hidden in the crook of your neck, all you could feel were the shaky breaths hitting your skin and the way his arms slowly wrapped around you, holding onto you as if you were his only lifeline.

Dabi stayed there for a while, letting you baby him, comfort him, his grin going unseen.

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Psychosis-Dabi/Hawks/Bakugou x f!Reader: Part 3

A/N: Thank you guys for reading, I really appreciate it and feedback is always welcome. If you’d like to be added to the tag list just let me know. I’m thinking the story will be around 30 parts total. This part does have mentions of sexual content so minors please DNI.

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When you had arrived back at work, it was early enough that the overnight nurses hadn’t been relieved yet. Sleep hadn’t found you easily, you’d spent the majority of the night tossing and turning, kept up by a blend of excitement and insomnia. At some point, you gave up on trying to get rest and had decided to just head back to work. You made your way through dimly lit halls, the sound of florescent bulbs buzzing overhead as you walked up to Dr. Aizawas office, finding him hunched over his desk.

“Good morning! Mind if I come in?” You called out softly so as not to disturb him. He put his pen down, sitting back in his seat and looking at you with bloodshot eyes.

“No, please come in. Have a seat.” He gestures to the chair in front. You sat down, pulling out your reports from the day before and passed them across the table.

Aizawa reached over slowly, grabbing them as a yawn escaped him.

“Have you been here all night?” You asked.

“I have. It’s not uncommon for me.” He confirmed.

“I thought so. I saw the cot over there, so I figured you weren’t a stranger to working late.” You smiled, leaning into your palm that was propped up on his desk.

“No I am not. The patients can’t leave, and the longer I work here, the more I start to think that I can’t either.” He laughed joylessly.

“You’re very dedicated. It’s one of the things I think is the most inspiring about you.” You admitted honestly. He looked up at you, surprise flashing briefly across his tired face.

“Thank you. So, tell me how it went with Dabi.” He said, looking over your notes.

“Pretty well, I think. Mirio and I agreed that I shouldn’t pry too deeply, but he seemed pretty open to talk. Actually, when I went to his room during rounds he had even seemed sort of eager for it.” You explained.

“He most likely has an attachment to you.” Aizawa concluded.

“You are symbolic to him in some way. I think you represent to him a piece of his past. You are one of the last memories of the person he once was. You were right not to pry, we don’t want to push him too quickly, this needs to come from him. With how unwilling he’s been to work with us, I’m sure he has many parts of his mind that he’s repressed. I think it’s best if we allow those memories to come up naturally. I also want you to be cautious going forward, while things seem like they’re going smoothly for now, eventually his subconscious can begin to push back. If he sees you as a link to the past, he may at some point turn on you, wanting to get rid of that.” He explained. You nodded, mulling over his words.

“Yes, I definitely will be careful. Hopefully, it won’t come to that, but if it does I’ll be ready.” You assured him.

“Good. How were the other patients? Anything to note?” He asked.

“Not really. Shigaraki was a bit unnerving.” You commented. Aizawa perked up at the mention of him, leaning forward.

“What did he do?” He asked, tone serious.

“It was mainly just the staring. From the moment I stepped into the room, he was watching me intently. Then he grinned and licked his lips, but other than that he just sat there. It just felt off, I guess.” You said, scratching your head. It sounded silly when you said it out loud, but when it replayed in your mind it felt haunting.

“Understandable. Shigaraki is one of our more dangerous patients. He will probably never return to any semblance of a normal life. Even if he showed visible improvement, he can’t be trusted around others. If you can, avoid him at all costs. Never go near him alone. The only ones who I trust to do so are Bakugou and myself. For some reason, when we enter he tends to shut down mentally.” Aizawa said.

“No complaints here.” You chuckled, letting your eyes fall closed.

“It’s still early. You’ve got a few hours before your day starts. Go ahead and go to the break room on Level Two. In the back there’s a doorway and it has an on-call room with a few beds and showers. Get some rest.” He suggested before turning back to his paperwork.

“Alright, you set up that cot and take a break. You look like you could use some sleep, too.” You smiled, and then made your way out of the door.

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You followed Aizawas advice and headed down to Level Two. A nurse was sat at the desk, she glanced at you briefly before returning to work on the computer.

You saw Hawks emptying the trash at the far corner of the room and made your way over to him.

“Are you up late or early?” You asked with a laugh. He smiled, scratching his head before setting down the bag and turning toward you.

“Probably a bit of both.” He laughed.

“I know the feeling.” You grinned.

“You should get some rest. They have beds set up over there in the break room.” He informed you and you nodded.

“Yeah, that’s what Dr. Aizawa said, too. It’s actually the reason I came down, but I saw you so I figured I’d come say hi.” You winked.

“I’m glad you did. I gotta say, it’s a lot nicer getting greeted by you than Dr. Mic. He’s a great guy, but your voice is much more preferable. You’re a lot easier on the eyes, too.” He gave a cocky grin and you laughed.

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”

“How was your first day?” He inquired.

“It was long, but it went alright for the most part. Had a rough start with the intern up there, but I’m hoping we can coexist peacefully today.” You joked.

“Oh, yeah. Bakugou, he’s a character. Sometimes I think that guy is crazier than half the people in here. He’s good to have up there, though. From what I’ve heard, Shigaraki doesn’t like him much, which means he’s sort of like a safety net.” Hawks stated.

“Because he won’t go after him?” You asked.

“Sort of. Basically, Shigaraki is someone who looks for those he can manipulate. He likes easy targets, people who he can brainwash that become loyal to him pretty quickly. If he feels threatened by someone, he usually puts on the menacing act, playing up his crazy. With people like Bakugou, they aren’t easy to manipulate and they don’t really care if he acts crazy. They’re not afraid of him, just annoyed.” Hawks said with a shrug.

“Makes sense. I guess Bakugou wasn’t lying when he said the key was to be mean to him.” You laughed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“I wouldn’t go that far. Bakugou provokes him, from what I’ve heard, and that’s not great either. If Shigaraki snaps, he would try and kill him. Bakugou seems pretty active from what I know, so he could maybe hold his own. Not to say that you can’t! I mean you’ve got great legs, I’m sure that you could do some damage.” He sputtered, before rubbing his face with a sigh.

“Sorry.” He mumbled at you between gloved fingers. You leaned against the wall, stifling a laugh.

“Don’t worry about it, I think you’ve got great legs, too.” You teased. He looked down at the loose fitting pants he adorned before chuckling.

“You know, I actually do have great legs under all this fabric.” He grinned.

“Oh, no I believe it. Show them to me sometime.” You whispered, giving his shoulder a nudge with yours.

“You better go get some rest before you get me into trouble.” Hawks laughed, nodding his head toward the nurse who’s eyes were locked onto you.

“Alright, I’ll let you get back to work. Have a coffee with me later in the cafeteria though.” You said, giving him a cheeky grin.

“It’s a date.” He smiled.

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You crawled into the cot, pulling the covers over you to try and relax. You had taken a quick shower and got a pair of scrubs from the machine, hoping it would help you wind down enough to sleep.

Your mind wandered to Hawks, he seemed to have a lot of insight, probably more than he even let on. It was strange, but you figured a janitor had access to the whole building, he’s probably ease dropped more than a few times or seen plenty of things first hand. Since he was often in the background, you assumed it wasn’t too hard for him to slink around. Given that he most likely interacted with both patients and staff, there was probably a fair amount of gossip too. You shrugged off the thought, your mind getting hazy.

Right as you felt yourself begin to drift off, the door slammed open and the silence was ruined with mumbled cursing. You sprang up, only to be hit with a heavy gym bag.

“Oi. Yesterday you take my chair, today you take my cot? What the hell is your problem?” Bakugou asked, his edge lost to how tired he was.

“Go away, you’re so loud.” You groaned, laying back and rolling away from him. You felt the bag being hauled off of your body, and for a second you expected to get some peaceful rest, but then the covers were tugged and as you felt the cot dip behind you, you knew you were out of luck.

“Move over.” Bakugou demanded, shoving against your back.

“Go lay in the other bed!” You hissed.

“No, I already told you, this ones mine. Move!” He growled, shoving you to the far side of the bed, tucking himself in behind you.

“If someone walks in, they’re going to start a rumor.” You sighed.

“Like I fucking care. Be quiet. I’m tired.” He mumbled. You sighed, readjusting beside him, trying to get comfortable enough to sleep. As you shifted, his body moved closer.

Your back was pressing firmly against his chest, and his legs slid up behind yours, spooning you.

“Bakugou?” You asked quietly, getting no answer. You looked behind you to see the calm expression on his face, along with feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. You settled back down, hoping you’d fall asleep quickly, too tired to fight him or move to the other bed.

His arm wrapped around your midsection, pulling you tighter against him. He hummed in his sleep. You tried to pry his arm off with little to no effect, only able to get it to shift slightly lower. You wanted to scream, but took a deep breath to relax and closed your eyes.

When you opened them next, the sun greeted you, bathing everything in bright orange-gold hues. Your sight was blurry as you stared ahead, and eyes widened as you realized you were nose to nose with Bakugou. You tried to shift backwards, but were pressed against the wall. His arm was still draped around your torso and his leg was threaded between yours.

You gave his shoulder a shove, telling him to wake up. His eye cracked open to see the glare prominent on your face and he laughed.

“This all it takes to piss you off?” He asked, voice deep and groggy.

“Coming from you! You’re a lot more hot-headed than I am.”

His eyes fully opened and he pressed his forehead against yours, lips faintly brushing against your skin as he spoke.

“Shut up so I can sleep.”

You felt the rage simmering in you. You told him to move so you could get up but he scoffed at you, remaining where he was.

You struggled against his hold, finally getting his grip loose enough to sneak out. As you climbed over him, Shouto walked inside eating a banana, causing you to freeze in place. He paused for a minute before walking over to the other cot and sitting down.

“I heard you two worked together for the first time yesterday. Seems like that went well.” He commented dryly.

“Ugh, I knew this was going to happen. No, we’re not-“

“Mind your own business, half n half.”

Bakugou grunted, interrupting you and now wide awake. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you down on top of him as he grinned at Shouto.

“Can’t you give us a minute? We had a long night.” He cackled. Shouto blinked at him before glancing at you.

“I was apparently in “his bed” and so he forced himself into it with me.” You explained. Shouto nodded, taking another bite of his banana.

“That is his bed.” Shouto nodded, agreeing with the sentiment. You stared blankly at him.

“Told ya.” Bakugou said with a cocky smirk.

“Don’t encourage him.” You groaned to Shouto.

“Would you rather be in this cot?” Shouto asked you, patting the one he was sat on.

“More than anything.” You sighed, struggling against Bakugou’s tight hold.

“That’s too bad.” Shouto said, laying down on the bed abruptly, throwing his banana peel on the table to his side. You flopped down against Bakugou defeated, feeling the rumble in his chest as he laughed. He shifted, pushing you back into bed as he stood up.

“Here. Sleep a little more, I need to grab a shower.” He said, walking off towards the bathroom. Once the water started, Shouto looked over at you.

“He’s unusually pleasant this morning.” He commented.

“Then id hate to see him on a bad day.” You croaked, pulling the covers around you.

“I think he’s fond of you.” He said.

“What makes you say that?” You sighed, rolling your eyes in disbelief.

“Well he hates me. If I were in the bed, he’d most likely have tossed me onto the floor or started a fight. He’s a brute.” He added.

“He’s definitely something.” You replied.

You both laid there in silence as you tried to fall back asleep. When the water shut off, Bakugou entered the room in his black scrub bottoms and a towel around his neck.

You opened your eyes and saw the deep scars lining his back. Gashes or claw marks, you weren’t sure, but they looked painful. When he shifted, you saw the scar of teeth marks at his collar bone. He glanced at you and noticed your staring.

“You looking at the scars?” He guessed, and you nodded.

“I like it rough.” He smirked, lifting his brow.

“I should go.” Shouto said, sitting up and quickly heading for the door.

“Me too.” You groaned, wanting to follow him out but too drained to lift yourself off of the bed. The door closed softly behind him.

“You do, huh?” Bakugou asked, a mischievous look in his eye.

“What? Oh, no, I meant I should leave. Not your thing.” You waved him off with a scowl. He tsked, pulling his top on and rubbing the towel over his still dripping locks.

“You’ve got a half hour before we have to head upstairs. Go back to bed.” He said before exiting the room. Thankfully this time, you had no trouble drifting off.

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“Get up. You’re gonna make us late.” Bakugou’s gruff voice stirred you from your slumber.

You slowly pushed yourself up to sit, stretching as you yawned. When you fully opened your eyes, Bakugou shoved a cup of coffee into your hand and hauled you to your feet.

“Hurry up.” He chided, walking towards the door. You quickly threw on your black sweater and name tag, grabbing your things and running after him. When you got to the front desk on the third floor, you put on your pager and tucked away your key and badge.

“You look like shit.” Bakugou said, staring at you.

“Probably because I couldn’t get any sleep, thanks to someone.” You growled.

“Next time, don’t lay in my bed.” He rolled his eyes. You brushed through your hair with your fingers, before throwing it up into a messy bun to get it out of the way.

“Good morning! Hey, looks like you guys are matching today!” Mirio laughed, his aura radiant. The two of you mumbled incoherent responses while he just beamed.

“Alright, well I’m going to be heading out shortly. I’ll be visiting some recently released patients today for a check-in, but I’ll have my phone if you need anything. Dr. Aizawa went home for the day so all of his sessions were pushed. Dr. Gum will be on call if you need anything. Amajiki is here somewhere too, though he’ll probably be helping to cover Level One. I think it might just be you guys today, good luck!” He smiled, parting with a wave.

Once he had left, you and Bakugou took a deep breath.

“He so nice, but-“

“Its way too fucking early for all his yapping.” Bakugou finished your thought, and you guiltily agreed with a nod.

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You and Bakugou both found yourselves working quietly and at a snails pace, neither able to muster up enough energy to get moving.

You worked through your daily tasks together, restocking, making sure the trays of food were brought up from the cafeteria, and getting the bathrooms ready for their showers.

You didn’t mind helping Bakugou, when you had started you thought you’d be thrown into therapy right away, but a slow pace was actually nice. You were glad you got to see everything function fully before taking on the patients. You were confident in your abilities, but the asylum was definitely more of a task than the behavior unit or what school had prepared you for. Even in your internships, things weren’t as intense as they were here.

“Alright. Let’s start rotations. Be warned, on bath day everyone is an asshole. We’re going to start with the worst one and work our way down, get the little psycho out of the way first.” He explained, voice leaving no room for argument as he started walking toward Toga’s room with the rolling cart of bath supplies.

As Bakugou pushed the door open, you found her naked and frolicking in the middle of her room. She was dancing erratically, singing quietly to herself.

“Ugh, not this shit again.” Bakugou growled, marching into the room. He grabbed her arms and tugged them behind her back forcefully, cuffing them and began dragging her towards the door.

“Shouldn’t we give her something to cover up with?” You asked concern lacing your voice.

“What for? Not like anyone is going to see her. Plus, she doesn’t care.” He shrugged.

“That doesn’t matter, we’re here to take care of patients. We should give her modesty at the very least, especially if she can’t make informed choices.” You reasoned, and Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“Okay, you get her dressed then. Have fun with that.” He sneered.

You looked back at Toga who was trying to walk toward the door, and you slowly approached.

“I know you’re excited, but do you think you’d want to throw on a robe for the walk?” You asked, extending one out to her that you had grabbed from the cart.

“Awe, no don’t make me! Going like this makes me feel like I’m free, even if it’s just for a moment.” She pouted.

“How about you wear it this time, and then maybe next time we can go without?” You offered. She blinked at you, the warmth fleeting from her eyes before she sighed, nodding in defeat.

Bakugou gawked at you as he uncuffed her, allowing her arms to slip through the thin layer of cotton. He almost wondered if your approach WAS better, seeing how that was now two patients that complied with very little effort.

As you pulled her robe closed in the front, her small hands grabbed your arm, thumb gently sliding across your watch.

“Oh, it’s a very pretty color.” She hummed. You allowed her to inspect it, only seeing the crazed look distort her features a second before her teeth were buried in the flesh of your arm.

“Crazy bitch!” Bakugou yelled, pulling out a syringe and sedating her. When she had calmed enough to be removed, you hissed as you looked down at your arm, the blood dripping down onto the tile below. Not a second later, Dr. Gum burst through the door, responding to the panic alarm Bakugou must have set off, and quickly analyzed the situation.

“Bakugou, take the patient and get her washed up while she’s down. We have to go to the infirmary.” He stated, placing his hand on your back and handing you a clean rag to press against the wound to stop the bleeding. Bakugou nodded silently as you were lead out and down to Level One.

As you entered the infirmary, you saw a petite old woman talking to a man you didn’t recognize. When they saw your condition, the man walked back over to a cot and pulled the curtain shut around it.

“Oh my! What’s happened now?” She asked, quickly coming over to gently inspect your arm.

“Another victim of Himiko Toga on Level Three.” Dr. Gum said.

“Oh, that girl is so much trouble. Come here sweetie, let’s get this taken care of.” She ushered you to follow to the closest bed. You sat down, holding your arm out for her to clean.

She disinfected it throughly and you struggled not to hiss as she dabbed at your arm, before wrapping it securely.

“I’m going to prescribe an antibiotic. Being bit can lead to a nasty infection. Monitor it closely and pop in here for the next few days so we can clean it up and make sure it heals properly. If you have any issues after hours, please go to the Wound Clinic in the hospital. I’ll call them here shortly to brief them, just in case.” She said.

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” You said with a smile.

“Thank you, Recovery Girl.” Dr. Gum nodded, escorting you back upstairs.

“I think you’ll be okay. She’s been working here longer than anyone else, and she’s a great nurse. She’s also had to deal with a good amount of incidents from Toga.” He explained, and you nodded, glad you at least weren’t the only one.

Dr. Gum dropped you off upstairs and you found Bakugou pushing a limp Toga in a wheelchair back to her room.

“You gonna be okay?” Dr. Gum asked, to which you nodded in reply. He told you to feel better before heading back downstairs.

“Do you need any help with-“

“No. Just stay there.” Bakugou glared, aggressively pushing Toga as he stomped forward.

You did as you were told, guilt welling inside of you. You’d caused him trouble, and it was because you were too naive. Too soft. You hated to admit it, because of how gravely you disliked it, but his methods did have some decent effect. Maybe these were truly not people who could be reached, their humanity lost. You didn’t want to be unkind to them, but you didn’t want them to take advantage of you either.

As Bakugou locked up the room, he marched back to you, grasping your arm with a surprisingly careful touch.

“How is it?” He asked.

“It’ll be okay, I think. They said to just watch for infection.” You replied solemnly.

“What are you all sad for?” He sneered.

“I’m sorry, I should have listened to you. I created a mess that could have easily been avoided.” You apologized. Calloused fingers patted your head, much like one would do to a dog.

“Don’t worry about it. Happens to all of us.” He said, looking away. His hand gripped the collar of his scrubs, pulling it down to show you the scar you had spotted earlier that morning.

“Fucking Vampire got me, too.” He shrugged, releasing his collar and pulling his sweater tighter around him.

“Guess we really are matching today then, huh?” You grinned. He rolled his eyes before loading the cart back up and heading towards Shigaraki’s room.

“You sure you want to do this? You can take a break and I’ll grab you before we get to Lover Boy’s room.” Bakugou offered with a cackle.

“No, I think I’ll be okay.” You rolled your eyes, giving a small grin.

As you entered the room, you found Shigaraki in the same spot as yesterday, eyes immediately moving to you.

“Alright, get up, it’s bath time.” Bakugou spat, restraining Shigaraki and cuffing his arms behind his back.

“Get off of me you insolent boy!” Shigaraki’s shrill voice rang out like nails on a chalkboard.

“You have to bathe. You stink.” Bakugou stated before shoving him toward the door, telling you to grab the cart and lock up. You did as you were told and followed the men into the bathroom. There was a small tub off to the corner, but the majority of the room was an open shower. No rods or curtains, just adjustable hoses secured to the wall, the bulk of their length being retractable. Bakugou took out a tool and began to cut off Shigaraki’s clothing.

“We can’t take off the restraints. He’s dangerous enough with them on, so we remove the garments, and redress him from the waist down. The shirt we just leave on the bed in his room for him to figure out.” Bakugou explained, noticing your stare.

When Shigaraki was fully nude, he shoved himself away from Bakugou in an attempt to walk to you.

“Wrong way, fuck hands.” Bakugou spat, redirecting Shigaraki to stand over the drains.

“No, let her do it!” He demanded, eyes dark with rage.

“I’ll be good, promise.” Shigaraki added, eyes drifting to you as he grinned. Bakugou deadpanned at you as you took a step forward.

“You can’t be fucking serious.” He groaned.

“Let’s just get this over with.” You sighed, deciding to try and act as indifferent as possible. You knew you could opt out, but you were new. If Shigaraki thought you were afraid, he’d be worse later. You needed to be able to hold your own, even though you’d much rather sit this one out.

You rinsed Shigaraki with warm water, before grabbing soap and a rag from the cart. You lathered it, starting with his face. You apologized quietly as he hissed, the soap no doubt stinging the breaks of his dry skin.

You moved down, washing his neck and torso, followed by his limbs. As you wrapped the rag around his phallus, you felt him become erect in your hand. You tried to hurry and move on, but it was difficult as he sharply thrust his hips toward you, his head lolling back as he moaned.

You tried to ignore it, moving on to his testicles when he suddenly released, his semen shooting onto the floor beside you.

“Move. I can’t watch this shit.” Bakugou said, reacting quickly and pulling you to your feet and out of the way.

“You’re fucking disgusting. Scum.” Bakugou spat, pushing the back of Shigaraki’s neck until his face laid on the floor in the puddle he created. Bakugou roughly washed his behind, and Shigaraki yelled out in discomfort, his scream deafening.

“Bakugou stop, you’re hurting him!” You called, stepping forward to grab his arm and try to pull him off of the patient.

Bakugou yanked his arm away, standing abruptly and throwing the rag down onto Shigaraki’s head.

“Fine. You wash his hair then. Or just pour the soap on the floor and let him roll around in it like the vermin he is.” Bakugou stormed out of the bathroom. For a moment, you worried at being left alone with Shigaraki, but you took a deep breath and steadied yourself.

You glanced down at Shigaraki’s crumpled form laying motionless on the ground. You wondered if he was even aware of what had happened. What he did was really not that uncommon, you had dealt with similar instances many times in the past. They’re out of it, medicated, sick, and lonely. Unaware of their actions, they just respond to stimulation.

You kneeled down, gently lifting him and bracing him against your side. His body was limp, dead weight, reclining against you. You picked up the rag, cleaning off his soiled face while his eyes stared vacantly across the room.

Next, you quickly washed and rinsed his hair, worrying at his still unresponsive behavior. You supposed that’s what you had been warned of, him “shutting down”.

When you finished, you toweled him off and hauled his body upright, yelling for Bakugou to come help. When he didn’t respond, you cursed under your breath and began dragging Shigaraki over towards the door.

Right as you were about to stop for a break, Bakugou came back in with the wheelchair, most likely the one he had used on Toga just beforehand.

“Here. Throw him on and I’ll go get him dressed. You can go ahead and grab your boyfriend. I’m sure he won’t give you any issues. He gets a sponge bath though, so have fun with that.” Bakugou scoffed, beginning to push Shigaraki back to his room.

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You walked down the hall until you reached Dabi’s cell, unlocking the door stepping inside quickly.

“Where’s the brat?” He called out from behind.

“Bakugou? He’s getting Shigaraki dressed right now. Are you ready to go take your bath?” You asked as you turned to face him.

“Are you giving it to me?” He shot back quickly with his brows raised. You nodded, giving him a soft smile, unsure if that was the answer he wanted or not, but hoping to soothe him nonetheless.

“Alright, good. Let’s go then.” He stood, placing his arms behind his back and waiting for you to restrain him. You did so quickly, your hand casually holding his arm as you left the room and headed toward the bathroom.

Once inside, you locked the door and walked back to Dabi who was patiently waiting to be released. You took off the cuffs, and he rubbed his wrists before beginning to pull off his shirt.

You moved around him, placing your hand on the small of his back as you passed so as not to alert him. You sat beside the tub, giving it a rinse and adjusting the water, testing it on your hand.

“Here, see if this is good.” You called to him, and he stepped up behind you, reaching around to dip his fingers into the stream. His other hand braced the wall to your side for support, his chest caging you in from behind. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him and found it somewhat pleasant.

“It’s good. I already know this is going to be a hell of a lot nicer than when the little punk does it. Usually have to get a few of my staples replaced afterwards.” His laugh was bitter as he stood back up. You turned to him, only now realizing his state of complete undress. He was directly behind you, and at your kneeled height, his hips were eye level.

Your eyes locked onto his body, trailing upward. All of the patches of burnt skin that decorated his body filled you with a sense of sadness.

“I can do them from now on. He shouldn’t hurt you, he needs to be more careful.” You sighed, facing forward, stopping the water when the tub was full.

Dabi climbed in carefully, sliding down to sit. His eyes fell shut as he reclined in the large tub, seeming to relax instantly. You pulled off your sweater, tying it around your waist as you began to lather up the rag.

He reached out, grabbing your hand and inspecting the bandages wrapped around your forearm. His eyes shot up to meet yours, a silent question hanging in the air.

“It’s okay. Just had a little incident earlier.” You hummed, pulling your hand from him and wiping his face with the rag, skillful fingers avoiding his staples.

“That from a patient?” He guessed. You sighed, nodding.

“What’s all of that?” He asked, nodding toward the abandoned supply cart and rag on the ground.

“That was an unrelated incident.” You smiled, trying your best to avoid the topic and continuing to wash him.

“That one was the crusty fucker blowing his load at her while she cleaned him up.” Bakugou’s rough voice sounded from behind as he walked into the room, heading over to the cart.

“You’re not supposed to talk about patients openly.” You scolded, shooting him a glare.

“Little late for that now.” He shrugged, unbothered. He collected the cart and rag, sprinkling down some comet on the tile before heading back to the door.

“I’ll be in the supply room when you finish.” He informed you just before disappearing from sight.

“You giving happy endings out for bath time?” Dabi asked once the door was fully shut and locked, a mischievous grin stretching across his face.

“Wasn’t the plan, but it seems like that’s how the day is going.” You chuckled, trying to make light of a somewhat awkward situation.

“Go ahead and put me down for one, then.” He said leaning forward so that his warm breath dusted over your face. His lopsided smile looked almost cute for a moment, but it was the look in his eyes that gave you pause. They were darkened by something raw. Unspoken. You could see the need pooling within bright cyan, and your stomach twisted at the sight.

You felt arousal wash over you, followed by a heavy wave of guilt. You were not blind to your attraction to him, you even remember finding him pretty easy on the eyes years ago when you had treated him in the behavioral unit. However, you knew there were lines that could never be crossed.

You didn’t mind playful banter, or even being somewhat affectionate with patients, but you knew you’d need to always tread carefully. If it ever went even slightly too far, Dabi could form an unhealthy attachment and become obsessive. Not only that, but the more you open up and invest into someone, the more risks you have of developing feelings yourself.

You tried to shake those thoughts from your mind, not wanting to go anywhere near that topic. For now, you were trying to make him comfortable and help him in whatever way he needed.

You didn’t respond to him more than a chuckle and shake of your head, rubbing small and careful circles first across his back, arms, and then chest. He let you adjust him as needed, humming at your touch. You grabbed a small cup, scooping water and pouring it over him to rinse off the suds.

You slipped your hand under his ankle next, lifting his leg and continuing on with the same process. Once both were clean, he dipped them back under the water before shifting, pushing himself up onto his knees to face you. Unlike Shigaraki, he was already fully erect.

“Alright, doll face. I’m ready for my turn.” He said, voice rough as he spoke. You made the mistake of glancing back into his captivating eyes, feeling heat pull to your face. You tried to ignore your mind as you placed the rag around him, but he was quick to grab the cloth and pull it from your grasp.

“How about I save you the trouble of getting the back, you just keep going like you were.” He said, that same grin from earlier present once more.

You blinked rapidly as your mind was doing its best to keep up. You looked away from his face just in time to see his cock twitch. You pulled your hand back, bracing yourself on the tub preparing to stand when he reached out and gently grabbed your uninjured wrist.

“Hey, calm down babydoll. I’m just fucking with you.” He laughed softly, draping the rag over himself and beginning to wash. You looked back up to his face, his eyes still flashing with that heated gaze as he locked eyes with you and grinned. He finished quickly and slid himself back down into the water to rinse, while your heart hammered nervously in your chest.

He handed you the bottle of shampoo and you washed his hair. You were thankful for the silence, worried your voice would betray you, but as the minutes ticked by you felt the tension lift. His head was lolled forward, eyes shut as he hummed.

He let out some of the water from the tub when you finished, running the tap to rinse the rag and clean off any remaining soap residue.

When he was done, he climbed out and you toweled him off, being mindful of the material and gently patting along his staples. You then handed him his clean clothes, and he put them on with no issue. You grabbed the cuffs, ready to restrain him and lead him back to his room, but stopped as he walked up and stood chest to chest with you.

He placed a still slightly damp hand on your shoulder as he sighed.

“I’m sorry about before, I took it too far.” He said. You shook your head.

“It’s alright, you don’t have to apologize.”

“No, really. It was stupid. I just haven’t had any sense of normalcy since coming here. No one to talk to or joke around with. Your the first person in a while that ive even felt remotely comfortable around. Doesn’t help that you’re pretty, I just got carried away.” He shrugged, his hand rubbing the back of his neck while he glanced off to stare at the wall.

Your hand reached out to gently touch his arm, hoping to reassure him. He hadn’t offended you, just as with Shigaraki, you knew this wasn’t uncommon. You understood. If anything, you were more shaken by your own response to him. You knew it was hard to be locked away from everything, how lonely it must be. Especially for him, who shut down pretty much all communication with everyone here. His main contact was with Bakugou and you could imagine how harsh he probably was.

You were glad he felt comfortable with you, and there was a part of you that felt pride at his words, but it was a double edged sword. It bothered you that you liked it, but you figured if you just let it go it would disappear on its own. A fleeting attraction wasn’t unheard of. You were human too, as long as boundaries were in place it would work out.

“Really, it’s okay. I promise. Now let’s get you back to your room so you can relax.” You smiled.

Once he was secured, you walked with him back to his room, making sure he didn’t need anything else, before locking the door and making your way back to the supply room.

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In all of the craziness from the day, you had forgotten about lunch. As you glanced at the clock and realized it was already so late, you figured it was time to go hunt down Hawks and see if he was still up for that coffee.

As you entered Level Two, he wasn’t hard to find. He had supplies lined up around the windows and was wiping them with care. You walked up and propped yourself on the wall beside him.

“Hey, you still want to grab that coffee?” You asked with a smile.

“Yeah, sounds good to me.” He grinned, putting his things back into his basket and setting it off to the side.

“Do you want one from the cafeteria or would you rather run out to the cafe?” You asked as you walked toward the elevator.

“Just from the cafeteria is fine. I’ve got a lot of stuff to work on today, so I probably shouldn’t be gone for too long.” He said with a laugh, scratching his head.

“That’s fine, I know the feeling.” You smiled, pulling out your badge and scanning it to call the elevator.

You stepped out on Level One and made your way to the fairly empty cafeteria.

“Go ahead and pick a table and I’ll go grab our drinks.” You said with a smile, heading off to the coffee pots. You returned quickly and found him at a table next to the window that looked out into the courtyard.

“Thanks.” He said, accepting the cup. You slid down into the seat across from him.

“You’re going to lunch pretty late. Busy day?” He asked, taking a sip.

“Something like that. I just got done with bath time on Level Three and it has been quite an experience.” You sighed, mixing creamer into your cup and giving it a stir.

“Oh, I’ll bet. You have issues with any of them?” Hawks asked, attention focused on you.

“Not a ton. Worst was the first one we did, got a nasty bite.” You said with a tired smile.

“Oh. Yeah, if it was from Toga, she’s got a bad habit of doing that. I’ve had to help clean up a handful of times.” He said, giving a nod.

“So I’ve been told.” You hummed, taking a large swig of your coffee.

“If it makes you feel any better, you look a lot better at the end of a bad day than I do.” He said.

“I highly doubt that.” You shook you head with a laugh. Your top was soaked, hair was a mess and your arm was wrapped in gauze. You were definitely not at your peak.

“I mean it.” He was so sincere it caught you off guard. You looked up at him and his golden eyes were so full of warmth it made your heart race.

You smiled at him.

“Thank you.”

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A/N: This story contains adult themes and mature/explicit content. Minors please do not interact. This story will most likely have a lot of parts and be pretty long so if you’d like to be added to the tag list just let me know! Also feedback is welcome and always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Part Two

You sat in Aizawa’s spacious office waiting for him to enter. In contrast to his seemingly unwelcome personality, the room had a very homey quality to it. The walls were a pale mint green and the floors a dark hardwood. There was a gray sofa that sat below the large window overlooking the courtyard.

It seemed neat and tidy, organized shelves along the wall, a few photos hung around them. There was a small folding cot tucked in the corner, as well as a small basket with plushies and stuffed animals. It was simple, but it made you feel completely at ease. You thought the space was catered towards the patients and hoped that in the future, someone would feel the same way about your own office.

Dr. Aizawa came in, followed by the director and Mirio, the counselor from the day prior. They shuffled in and each took a seat around the room, Aizawa at his desk and the other two on the couch off to the side.

“Good morning, how are you feeling?” Aizawa said, glancing at you as he pulled out a folder, opening it and grabbing a small stack of papers.

“I’m feeling pretty good, how are you?” You responded casually. Aizawa gave you a pointed look, his question had been only for pleasantries, not making conversation. He sighed, answering briskly as he set the first paper in front of you.

“I am fine. Here is your roster of patients and rotations, this is just a brief schedule for your first week. We discussed the events yesterday regarding Dabi, he has requested for you to be his primary psychiatrist. Since you are just beginning your residency, he will be your main focus for now.” Aizawa explained.

You looked over the sheet, nodding as he spoke. As you looked back up at him, he continued.

“We all agreed that because you will be working with a Level Three patient, you will also be shadowing me and helping out on this floor. All of your patients will be on this level unless directed otherwise. Any questions or comments so far?” He paused.

“No.” You said, and he nodded.

“Dabi has said he will not speak with anyone but you, so we will send you in alone. We recommend you hold his sessions in the community room for now, that way there are eyes on you. However, in the event you must be in his room, you will need this.” He held the box out to you, and you accepted it quickly.

“That is your pager. We have already set up all needed contacts in it, and you will see there is a panic button on the front. Press it four times rapidly and it will send out an SOS to all of us so that we can respond. His door is to always be kept locked, if he tries anything while you are with him, please do not hesitate to use the device.” He explained while you clipped it to the waistband of your pants.

“Next, here are your forms for reporting. Dr. Gum made me aware that he has covered our online system with you. Starting out, you will need to file your reports manually. We are currently working to get your office set up and in order. Once it is, you may hold your sessions there as well and will have access to the network. While shadowing, you will be working closely with our intern, Bakugou, to care for the patients on this level and will manage their schedules, but along with paperwork, you will be reporting directly to me. A few times per week, you will sit in on one on one sessions and group counseling that I lead.” He said.

Director Enji stood, walking up to your side and held out a small paper.

“Here is a list of things to go over with Ochako, the receptionist. She will be placing orders for everything you’ll need for your space. Please get with her in the next day or two to select everything. If not, we will still provide them for you, they will just be without your personal preference. This is just a courtesy so that you can have your office personalized to your liking.” He said, tone void of any emotion. You took the paper, glancing it over before setting it atop your stack.

“Thank you, I’ll make sure to stop by and talk to her.” You said.

“Alright, I’ll be off then. Just remember what I told you before.” Enji said, his eyes flashing darkly before he quickly exited the room.

Mirio was the next to approach, his hands full of folders.

“If you’d like to come with me, we can go set up in the community room and go over all of the patient files for this floor. I figure it’s best to know what you’re in for. Some of them can be a pain and if you get a call to respond, it’s better to have an idea of what you’re walking into.” His smile was warm and comforting, easing your nerves.

You glanced back to Aizawa who simply nodded, wishing you luck and telling you he would get with you later.

You followed Mirio out and onto the couch in the common area. He dropped the files on the small table, spreading them out before you.

“Go ahead and just read through these. I have Dabi’s here and we’ll go over his together when you’re done.” He beamed.

You nodded, picking up the first folder.

Patient: Tomura Shigaraki

Age: 22

Primary Diagnosis: Antisocial Personality Disorder and Narcissistic Personality Disorder

History: Patient began showing symptoms in early adolescence. Has a history of violence and criminal behavior. Patient is highly reactive and has a disregard for authority and wellbeing of others. Patient was a former cult leader.

Notes: Patients is not to be left with other patients under any circumstances. Patient is in permanent isolation. Patient is often kept sedated and suffers from frequent delusions.

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Patient: Himiko Toga

Age: 18

Primary Diagnosis: Residual Schizophrenia

History: Patient is prone to paranoia and delusions. Is highly reactive and dangerous. Suffers from frequent hallucinations. Patient was convicted on 13 counts of murder - 2 victims were her parents. Patient is to be monitored and medicated and requires at minimum: 2 Personal at all times.

Notes: Patient is allowed interaction with Jin (Twice) but must have restraints. Patient has a habit of biting and a fascination with blood.

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Patient: Jin Bubaigawara aka “Twice”

Age: 31

Diagnosis: Severe Dissociative Identity

Disorder

History: Symptoms developed during adolescence, but patient was unable to receive treatment. Condition worsened over time. Suffered from a head injury which was the main trigger for the decline with his disorder. Patient cannot remember incident or crimes committed (multiple counts of homicide). Patient believes he is two individuals but is unsure which is the real him.

Notes: Patient is generally very friendly. Seems highly coherent majority of the time. Can be highly reactive but currently has no restrictions.

You placed the folders back onto the table before turning to look at Mirio.

“It’s really sad, I think. I know a lot of people see them just for their crimes, but they’re all suffering, ya know?” He said with a solemn smile before handing you Dabi’s folder.

“I know. I hope that one day they’re able to improve and will do everything in my power to aid them as best as I can.” You told him, the words a promise you held deeply in your heart.

“Me too.” He said, placing his hand on your shoulder.

You opened the file and inspected the contents.

Name: “Dabi” (alias)

Age: 26

Diagnosis: N/A

Suspected: Antisocial Personality Disorder/ Borderline Personality Didorder/ Dissociative Identity Disorder (Dissociative Fugue)

History: Patient has not yet been fully diagnosed and has resisted aid from psychiatric help. History of violence and self-harm. Patient was convicted on multiple counts of Felony Arson and Possession (pot, cocaine) and 6 counts of Homicide.

Notes: Patients full name is unlisted. Patient will only respond to his alias, Dabi. Per directors orders, his legal name has temporarily been struck from the record. Patient is uncooperative.

You frowned as you finished reading his chart, saddened by the information listed before you. You were glad he was alive, but over the years of wondering what had happened to him, you had always hoped he was able to recover and find peace. It was apparent now that that was not the case.

“When I meet with him later, is there anything I should know before going in?” You asked Mirio.

“We don’t really have anything else on him beyond what’s listed on the chart. The guy hasn’t been an open book, so I’d say just start fresh with him like it was his first day. He really hasn’t said much of anything to us outside of insults, so based on his response to you yesterday, I think you have the best shot of getting anything out of him. Id start small though. I think if you push too hard or pry, he’ll probably shut you out.” Mirio explained.

A soft knock came from the wall at the entrance of the room. You both looked up to see a man holding a tray of coffee and looking almost nauseous.

“Sorry I’m late.” His voice was meek, nothing more than a soft whisper.

“Nonsense, come on in and meet our new psychiatrist!” Mirio beamed. The man cautiously stepped forward, extending a cup out to you. You took it, thanking him.

“This is my aide, Tamaki Amajiki. He usually sits in during my counseling sessions and helps with progress reports. Since my workload is expanding, he’ll be taking on some sessions on his own, so you two may be working together quite a bit going forward.” Mirio said excitedly.

“I look forward to working together, Amajiki!” You smiled at him. He clenched his teeth together before retreating to the far side of the room, arms trembling as he faced the wall. You blinked in confusion before Mirio leaned toward you.

“He’s just kind of shy. He gets over it once he gets comfortable with you.” He whispered.

“How long does that usually take?” You asked back in a hushed voice. Mirio smiled in response, giving a shrug and a laugh. You guessed you would just have to wait and see on that one then.

“Now that you’re caffeinated, how about you go and get with the intern and help him for a few. Have you met him yet?” Mirio asked.

“Bakugou, right? I haven’t met him, but Midoriya pointed him out to me during our tour.” You responded.

“Great! Yeah, go ahead and just see what he needs. I’m going to go do a few rounds on the other levels with Amajiki, and we’ll head back up before your first session with Dabi. Fair warning though, Bakugou can be…intense. We always get complaints about him being rude, but I think he probably just sounds like that. He’s a really hard worker though. I’m sure he’ll take good care of you.” Mirio smiled, giving a small wave as him and Amajiki left the room.

You gulped, grabbing your coffee and heading out to the main desk. You saw Bakugou there, glaring at the desk before him. You stood in front of the counter, seeing what was receiving his aggression, only to find medicine bottles on the table.

“The fuck do you want?” He spat, shifting red eyes up to you.

“Oh-uh-I’m sorry, am I interrupting?” You asked worriedly.

“Spit it out, what do you want?” He snapped.

“Mirio told me to come and work with you for rounds and help out with anything you need.” You said, biting your lip awkwardly.

Mirio had said people often complained about him. You could see it.

“Hurry up and get started then. Quit standing there gawking at me.” He sneered.

“What do you want me to do?” You forced a smile, hoping to be given a task that will put some distance between yourself and him.

“Tch, useless,” He mumbled, pulling out a chart and tossing it on the desk in front of you, “read through that, take out the doses, put the meds in the vials with the right names. Then come get me.” He said before walking back into the supply area.

You walked around the desk, taking a seat in the chair as you quickly filled the small glasses with the patients medications. As you were counting out the last of them, the chair was pulled out from under you and you hit the tile below, the pills scattering across the floor.

Bakugou’s face contorted with rage as he looked down at you.

“First of all, stay out of my seat. You want a chair, go get your own. Second, pick up the meds. It’s a hazard to leave them lying around, and now we have to get a new prescription filled because your dumbass dropped them all over the floor.” He growled.

You quickly pushed yourself up to stand, dusting yourself off as you glared him down in return.

“It’s a company provided chair, not yours. Don’t be petty. And I didn’t drop them, you knocked me down, so stop being childish. You grab the pills off the floor and I’ll go get the script refilled.” You said, arms crossed. You were almost positive he blew a blood vessel.

“How about you pick up the pills and I’ll refill it, you shitty klutz?” He yelled, grabbing the bottle from your hands and shoving you out of the way.

“You’re the boss.” You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes as you kneeled to pick up the fallen medications.

“Damn right.” He called over his shoulder as he walked off, heading toward the pharmacy.

You took a deep breath, almost regretting to agree on working on Level Three. However, you were almost sure the patients wouldn’t be half as bad as the intern.

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When Bakugou returned, he threw the bottle at you before marching off somewhere around the corner. You bit your tongue, fighting off your impulse to make a comment that would surely send him into another fit of rage.

When the tray was ready, you propped it onto the metal rolling cart and reclined against the desk to drink your coffee.

Bakugou didn’t immediately come back, and after a few moments of waiting, you figured you should go after him to let him know you were ready. As soon as you rounded the corner, his hard body collided with yours. Your coffee was smashed in the process, splattering all over his black scrubs and your coat and outfit. You quickly reached for one of the towels on the bottom of the cart, holding it in his direction.

“Im sorry-“

“Watch where you’re going! You blind or just an idiot?” He shouted. You flinched at the harshness of his voice.

“I really am sorry, I just wanted to let you know I was done. I didn’t mean-“

“Whatever, it’s fine. Just..ugh, hold on.” He interrupted, shoving the towel into your hands and walking back into the supply room.

Not a second later, a shirt pelted you in the face.

“Change into that. You look like a mess. Very unprofessional.” He sneered.

“Gee, thanks.” You huffed, stepping into the supply room quickly to change. You found a pack of baby wipes in there and used one to remove the excess coffee that had soaked through your shirt and onto your skin. Then you wiped off your coat and pants as best as you could before pulling on the new shirt and leaving the room to face the hostile intern once more.

“Come on, we’ve gotta get this to the patients. We’re running late now.” He stated, giving you a look that let you know he was most certainly blaming you. You held your tongue once again, choosing instead to follow as he led you to the first room.

“Don’t say anything. Just watch.” Bakugou said, unlocking the door with the name plate “Shigaraki”.

Inside of the room was bleak. Everything was safety-proofed and white. You saw Shigaraki sitting in a chair facing the door. His pale blue hair was shaggy and knotted, his skin was chapped and cracked, so dry that it bled in some areas. His eyes were void as you two entered, but they were locked onto your face.

“Come on, Skin Flakes. You know what time it is.” Bakugou sneered, thrusting out the pills along with a glass of water.

Shigaraki sat unmoving, eyes focused on you with his lifeless expression. You wondered for a moment if he truly wasn’t a corpse, the way he seemed so vacant and empty. When your eyes drifted back up to meet his, his face broke out into a large and unsettling smile. He breathed deeply as his tongue slipped out, licking along his cracked bottom lip. You had to fight the urge to step back.

“Oi! Quit being fucking creepy and take your meds. I’ve got shit to do.” Bakugou barked, knocking the cup of water against the patients head.

Shigaraki’s eyes flashed to him dangerously, before slowly shifting back to you as he accepted the bottle and glass. He took the pills, chasing them with the water, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Come on, let’s go before Crusty gets riled up. I don’t want to have to sedate him again.” Bakugou said while shoving you out of the room.

“Nice to meet you!” You called over your shoulder, and then as soon as you both were out, the door was quickly locked behind you.

“Don’t go talking all nice to him. He’s garbage, I don’t know how he didn’t get the death penalty.” He snarled, kicking the door while he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“It’s my job to be nice, it wouldn’t do me any good to be an asshole. You should try being a little nicer to him, too.” You scolded.

“Do you even know why he’s in here? Do you have any idea what he did?” Bakugou asked, getting in your face.

“He was a cult leader.” You blurted, recalling what you had read in his file.

“Uh-huh, and?” He asked.

“And?” You questioned.

“You’re a real piece of work.” He shook his head.

“AND he got his followers to go out committing rape and murder. AND he got them to do a mass suicide when he was about to get caught. AND they found the remains of someone he had skinned alive. The guys a freak, and you want me to be nice?” He asked incredulously.

“He’s still a patient. This is a criminal asylum and the unit with the most severe cases. Regardless of what he did, I’m supposed to help him.” You frowned.

“Look, I’m saying this for your own good. You aren’t helping that guy. There is no hope for him, ya get it? He’s not human anymore. And I can promise you, it’s going to be much better having someone like him hate you than having them like you. The last girl they brought in here was real nice, ya know, until he grabbed her hair so hard it ripped part of her scalp open. So, maybe listen to the guy who has to deal with the fucking psychos all day long. Just a suggestion.” He shrugged, walking forward to the next room.

You thought back to Shigaraki’s face and felt a chill go down your spine. You didn’t think you could be cold to him like Bakugou, but you did agree, you didn’t want him having any fixation on you.

Next up was Himiko Toga. She was sprawled across her bed, papers strewn about from her coloring.

As soon as her yellow eyes landed on you, she was out of bed before you. Your first thought was that she looked young, much too young to be locked up.

“Hi, I’m Toga! Himiko Toga!” She giggled, pressing her hands flat against her cheeks.

“Hey, it’s nice to meet you. I like your pictures, they’re very good.” You said sincerely, throwing her a soft smile. A blush crossed her features as she pressed herself against you.

“You really think so? You can have one, any one you want!” She beamed.

“No.” Bakugou stated firmly, grabbing Toga by the arm and shoving her back onto the bed. He held out the pills and water while glaring silently.

“Always so mean! She said she likes-“

“No. Shut up and take this.” He interjected, cutting off her whining. She pouted, taking what he handed her with ease, before crossing her arms and shooting him an angry look. He rolled his eyes, grabbing your wrist and pulling you out behind him. You heard her rushed “Bye bye!” As the door slammed closed.

“Do you not know how to keep your fucking mouth shut? What was the first thing I said, huh? Don’t say anything, just watch. That instruction too hard for ya?” He mocked, his frustration evident.

“Well, I’m going to have to talk to them. I’ll be working with some of them one-on-one.” You reasoned.

“Whatever. Just do whatever you want then.” He growled, pushing open the next door before you could see the name on it.

The room was barren, it didn’t even look occupied at first. Bakugou shot around, his eyes narrowing behind you. You turned slowly to see Dabi leaning on the wall, eyes raking over you.

“Hey.” He greeted.

“Hey, how are you?” You asked.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Bakugou sighed as soon as you spoke. Dabi glanced at the man behind you before his eyes wandered back, catching your small grin at Bakugou’s outburst.

“I’m here. How long until our session?” He asked. You glanced at your watch to check, knowing it was on your schedule for the end of the day.

“Just a couple of hours. Do you need me now?” You asked. You saw the mans lip twitch before he shook his head.

“No, I can wait.” He assured you.

“Here.” Bakugou shoved the bottle toward Dabi, who was quick to smack his hand away, the pills bouncing across the floor.

“You people are really trying to piss me off today.” Bakugou grunted, trying to keep his composure.

“Like you need any help with that.” Dabi retorted, his eyes glinting darkly as he spoke.

“Pick em up and let’s go.” Bakugou said, giving your shoulder a push and nodding toward the capsules on the floor. You took a step to go get them, but Dabi gently placed his hand on your arm, stopping you, before going forward and collecting them. He grabbed your hand from your side, holding it up and unraveling your fingers to place the pills in your palm. His thumbs stroked against you as he curled your first around them, a sly smile painting his face.

You could feel the heat in your cheeks as you thanked him, unable to ignore how warm his skin was.

“Gross. Come on, leave Casanova behind, we gotta go before you start swooning. Don’t worry, I’ll bring your dose back around later.” Bakugou told Dabi before he hauled you from the room.

“The fuck was all of that?” He interrogated once you were back in the hall.

“What was all of what?” You sighed, feeling drained.

Bakugou lifted your hand, toying with it in an exaggerated way, mimicking Dabi’s touch.

You quickly pulled your hand back.

“He picked them up and handed them to me, I feel like you’re making this bigger than it was.” You said, tone exasperated.

“Am I? That guy has been here for months, usually mute unless he has something shitty to say. You walk in and all of a sudden he’s doing you favors. And you’re just letting him get all handsy with you, on top of it.” He said, watching you with suspicion.

“Honestly, I don’t think it was anything that big. He knows me, I treated him before, so I think he’s just more comfortable around me.”

You explained, and Bakugou thought over your words before sighing.

“Yep. I’m sure that’s it.” He scoffed, shrugging as he walked off quickly back to the main desk. You followed silently, hoping he would calm down for a few. You felt like you needed a breather before you continued your rounds.

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You sat at the front desk in a chair pulled from the common room, hoping to avoid a repeat of the incident from earlier. You filed off paperwork, tidying up, as Bakugou made a supply run downstairs.

Right when you finished, the elevator dinged and he walked over pushing the stocked cart into the room behind you. A second later he walked out, a fitted jacket on, and stopped beside you.

“Come on. Food time.” He said, kicking the leg of your chair.

“Should we both go? What if something happens?” You asked.

“It’s fine. Beady eyes and scaredy cat are back up here to cover.” He said indifferently, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Who?” You asked, standing up and putting on your coat that you had draped on the chair behind you. Bakugou furrowed his brow in thought.

“The ones who sent you here.” He said, starting to walk toward the elevator.

“Oh! Those are your nicknames for them.” You said in realization, more to yourself than him.

“I guess. I just don’t know their names.” He shrugged.

“Do you remember anyone’s name here?” You asked genuinely curious. He gave you a blank look as you caught up to him. As you walked, he matched your pace, keeping his steps in line with yours.

“No.” He said. You laughed in response.

“Well, maybe I’ll be your first then!” You grinned, lightly elbowing him. He rolled his eyes before letting out a breathy laugh.

“Maybe.”

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“Isn’t the cafeteria this way?” You asked, pointing down the hall.

“Yeah, but we’re not going there.” He said, glancing at you over his shoulder as he paused, waiting for you to follow. You quickly caught up to him, letting him lead you outside of the building. He headed into the parking lot and over to what you assumed was his car.

You both climbed in, and he quickly pulled out of the space, heading onto the main road.

“So, where are we going.” You asked.

“To get food. Figured I’d drive since it’d be cutting it too close if we walked. Traffic isn’t so bad over here since we’re more out of the city.” He said distractedly while fiddling with the radio.

“Oh, yeah that makes sense. Do you usually go to lunch alone?” You asked. He shrugged in response, not offering anything more. You enjoyed the silence as he drove, the music only a dull hum in the background with its volume so low.

He pulled in at the coffee shop, cutting the engine and getting out of the car before you could speak. You rushed out, following behind him as he entered the cafe.

“Get whatever you want. It’s on me today.” He said dismissively, staring up at the menu. You looked at him in disbelief, but stepped forward to order without argument. If this meant the two of you would start to get along, you weren’t going to do anything to risk ruining that.

Bakugou followed behind, placing his order for a coffee and a water, before heading to the other end of the counter to wait.

“You’re not getting any food?” You asked.

“Nah, not hungry.” He said, glancing at you before looking around.

Your name was called and they set your sandwich on a tray, along with Bakugou’s drinks. You said a quick thank you before grabbing the tray and heading towards one of the tables bordering the room.

You slid into the seat, happily picking up your sandwich. Bakugou sat down across from you, opening his water and downing half of it.

“Here.” He said, sliding the coffee across the table to you.

“Oh, that’s okay. I don’t want to take your drink.” You said.

“Tch, I got it for you, dumbass.” He rolled his eyes. You blinked at him before slowly accepting the drink. You looked at the label and saw it was the same as the one that had been spilled earlier. You glanced back up at his stoic face and smiled warmly.

“You are kind of nice, huh?”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” He growled, leaning forward. You laughed, taking a sip of the coffee.

“It’s okay, your secret is safe with me.” You winked. You saw the pink dusting across his cheeks as he sat back, relaxing in his seat, opting to ignore your comment.

You talked, unsure if he was listening, for the remainder of your lunch, before heading back to work. When you got back, Mirio was waiting for you at the counter with a big smile on his face.

“Hey! Looks like you tamed the beast already, huh?” He laughed.

“This fucking guy…” Bakugou hissed quietly, and you pinched his arm before grinning back.

“Looks like it!”

You could feel Bakugou’s rage, positive he was glowering at you from behind, but you ignored him.

“So, what’s the plan?” You asked. Mirio took a look at his watch and hummed as he thought.

“Well, you’ve got about 15 minutes before you have your first session with Dabi. You have anything you want to go over first or do you feel pretty good about it?” He asked.

“I think I’ll be okay. I saw him when we did rounds earlier and it didn’t seem like he’d have an issue. He actually seemed pretty eager to talk.” You noted.

“That’s good! Baby steps, ya know. Well, I’m going to go talk with Aizawa. Just grab me when you’re done!” He smiled, giving a wave as he walked off.

“So you’re going to go hang out with Romeo again, huh?” Bakugou said, his tone too bitter to be a joke.

“I’m not hanging out with him, I’m his psychiatrist.” You deadpanned.

“Just be careful. I know he seemed all sweet on you in the room, but we don’t have a lot on that guy. You don’t know how he’ll behave when you’re alone.” He warned.

“Actually, I was going to see if you wouldn’t mind bringing him to the common area for me.” You smiled, poking his shoulder.

He feigned insult, pulling off his jacket and walking into the supply area. You followed him, propping yourself on the door frame as you watched him.

“I guess I can do that. Just go ahead and head there now. Patchwork doesn’t listen very well so it’s probably going to be a minute.” He groaned.

“You got it, oh, and thanks again.” You said with a smile, wiggling the coffee cup.

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t throw this one all over me.” He sneered, brushing past you to walk off toward Dabi’s room.

You grabbed your paperwork and headed into the common area, taking a seat on the sofa. Not a minute later, Dabi came strolling into the room and immediately took a seat beside you. Bakugou marched after him, annoyance overwhelming his features.

“That’s such bullshit. That guy has never complied with a single thing I’ve said, but wouldn’t you know it, today’s he’s all ready and waiting at the door.” Bakugou spat.

“Glad I could make your day a little easier then!” You beamed and he rolled his eyes before stalking off. You promptly turned your attention to Dabi.

“Hey.” You said.

“Hey.” He breathed a sigh of relief.

“Was there something earlier you wanted to talk about?” You asked, remembering when you did rounds.

“Not really. Just wanted to see you again.” He shrugged. You nodded, settling back into the couch.

“So, fill me in since I last saw you.” You said, trying to nudge into a conversation.

“Not much to know. Got some charges and got locked in here. Guess I must have lost my mind somewhere along the way.” His laugh sounded empty, no emotion behind it.

“Do you think you’ve lost your mind?” You asked, resting your chin on your hand.

He eyed you wearily before sighing, letting his back drop onto the cushion behind him and kicking his feet up to rest on the table.

“No. I feel like I’m seeing everything clearly for the first time. Back then, when we met, I was someone else. Someone weak and afraid. Lost. I don’t feel like that anymore. I know I’ve done some messed up things, hurt people who didn’t deserve it, but when I snapped, it was like the part of me I hated the most disappeared.” He explained, his head rolling to the side to look at you.

You nodded, listening as he spoke and hanging on every word.

“What part of you was that?” You asked, pulling your legs up onto the cushion and getting comfortable.

“The part that could feel.”

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Psychosis - Dabi/Hawks/Bakugou x f!Reader

A/N: This story will contain adult themes/language and graphic depictions sex, drug use, suicide, mental illness. Minors- Please do not interact.

A gentle rain fell from the sky, droplets pinging softly against the metal roof. Dreary skies accompanied the drizzle, casting everything in a shade of gray.

As you stepped out of the car, the crisp autumn wind rushed against you, and you pulled your blazer tighter around your body, beginning your brisk walk into the building.

The large doors opened with a heavy groan, exposing you to stuffy air that smelled both sickly and stale. Ahead was a large wooden desk, plexiglass shields between you and the receptionist.

“Good morning, how can I help you?” The girl smiled, her cheeks rosy.

“Good morning, I have a meeting with Director Todoroki. I’m here to begin my residency.” You smiled back.

“Oh! Yes, he let me know you’d be coming. Please, come right this way!” She said, swiping her badge to open the door beside the desk.

The short walk to the directors office was quiet, save for the sound of heels clacking against tile, echoing throughout the narrow corridor.

After a brief knock, you were permitted entry and took a seat. Before you was a large and intricately carved wooden desk, with bookshelves and filing cabinets lining the wall. On the far side of the desk sat a broad and intimidating man.

“Welcome. It’s nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot of wonderful things.” He said, extending his hand.

“Thank you, I’m excited to get started! I really appreciate the opportunity you’ve given me.” You smiled, shaking his hand. You were almost startled by how warm his skin was, hot to the touch.

“Of course. I trust you read the email that was sent out covering the basics. Do you have any questions?” He asked, blue eyes staring intently at your face.

“No, none so far. If any come up, I’ll be sure to get them cleared up before I leave today.” You said, clasping your hands in your lap as he nodded in approval.

“Right. Here is everything you will need. This is your badge, it is your access to everywhere within the facility. You will also have a PIN number you can use to override the main doors, and a skeleton key in case of a power outage. All of these must be kept on your person at all times, and keep them out of sight. If a patient gets access, or you notice any of them are missing, you sound the alarm immediately.” He said firmly, sliding the objects over to you.

“Here is your name plate. While not required, it is highly recommended. This will help the other staff and patients to identify you for now. Usually we instruct to wear it for your first 90 days just to make sure there isn’t any confusion.” He explained, laying it on the table before you as well.

You took all of the items, putting them in their respective places, before facing forward once more. He looked you over once again, the air becoming tense.

“I have one of our interns on the way over to give you a tour and show you your daily stations. Before they arrive, I would like to stress the most important rule of this facility: Always be on guard. We have had a high turnover with staffing in the past recent years. It will be hard, you will be overwhelmed, some patients will make you uncomfortable, and there is always a risk of violence. While we take every precaution we can to ensure your safety, this asylum houses the criminally insane. The people inside of here will use you and destroy you if you are not careful. I trust that you are more than qualified and fully capable to work here, but heed my warning, do not trust anyone.” The look in his eyes was desperate as he spoke, and it made your stomach churn with anxiety.

A knock on the door broke the silence that had followed, both of your attention pulled to the young man that entered after.

His wavy green hair and wide smile provided immediate comfort, clearing the heavy atmosphere that had previously hung in the air.

“Good morning, miss. My name is Izuku Midoriya and I’ll be showing you around!” His excited voice chirped. You pushed yourself to stand, turning back to your new boss.

“Thank you for everything, Director. I look forward to learning from everyone here, and will always be on guard.” You smiled.

“Good, see that you do, and just Enji is fine.” He dismissed you with a wave of his hand, attention shifting to the document before him.

You followed Midoriya out of the office and through a set of doors into the main hall. It led to a common area and you could see the courtyard through the large windows.

Patients sat scattered around the room, eating, playing games and quietly talking amongst themselves.

“This is what we refer to as Level One. The patients here are pretty low risk. It’s usually calm down here, though there is definitely the occasional scuffle!” He laughed.

“My friend Shouto is the intern that usually works this floor. He’s a funny guy, mainly keeps to himself, but I’m sure you’ll get along well! He’s pretty easy going.” Midoriya smiled.

“I’ll keep my eyes open for him.” You said enthusiastically, following as Midoriya pointed out doctors and patients as you passed them.

He told you the main psychiatrist of the floor was Dr. Gum. A large and very joyful man, and if you ever needed him you could usually find him in the cafeteria.

With that, he led you to the elevator and into Level 2 of the building. This area posed a moderate amount of risk. Patients often didn’t act out unprompted but you were cautioned that they were much more reactive. You had no trouble finding the doctor on the floor, him being incredibly loud.

“That’s Dr. Mic, he oversees level 2. As you can probably guess, this floor is pretty lively. This is my main floor, and if you ever need me, don’t be afraid to grab me. For the most part I don’t have too many issues here so I’m always happy to help where I can!” He smiled.

As he showed you the floor and introduced you to some of the patients, you couldn’t help but feel the eyes around the room on you everywhere you went. You knew with each increased level, the patients cases would become more severe, and with that they’d become more disturbed by your sudden appearance.

Next was Level 3. Midoriya warned you in the elevator to be careful. As soon as the doors opened, you could feel the shift. There were no patients out wandering as there had been on the previous floors. While the others had basic rooms, the patients in Level 3 were much closer to locked cells.

“This floor runs a bit differently. Because of their highly reactive states and the nature of their crimes, patients on this floor aren’t allowed out without supervision. They also can’t all be out at once.” He told you.

“Is it because they’re more prone to fighting?” You asked.

“That’s part of it, but they just usually start conspiring against staff. It’s a bit of a newer rule we had to implement. We had a handful of workers that had to be hospitalized after an incident on night shift that got out of hand. But it usually isn’t that bad! A lot of them are medicated anyways, so they’re generally pretty tame. You can’t take your eyes off of them though.” He explained, and you nodded thoughtfully.

As you rounded the corner, you saw an angry blonde reclining against the desk, face set in a deep scowl.

“That’s Bakugou, the intern for this floor. He might seem a little hot-headed at first, but he isn’t so bad once you get to know him. He’s probably just as reactive as the patients, though, so tread lightly.” He laughed awkwardly, and you could sense his discomfort as he spoke.

Continuing on, he led you to a very tiny common area. He explained the roster hanging beside the door and how they used it to keep track of which patients could enter at the same times.

You noticed one patient talking with a doctor.

“That’s Dr. Aizawa, the psychiatrist for this floor. He’s an amazing doctor. I would highly recommend working with him if you’re able. I’m sure it gets a bit more rowdy up here sometimes, but I think it’d be worth it. He has a lot to offer as a teacher.” Midoriya said, a flash of warmth crossing his features as he spoke.

“I’ve actually heard of him. He was a graduate of my university and they spoke very highly of him. I’d really like the chance to sit down with him at some point and would love the opportunity to be able to work with him.” You beamed.

“Im sure you’ll be able to! He’s sort of standoffish and can seem a bit cold at first, but he’s really nice. Im sure with a little convincing he’d take you under his wing!” He smiled back, resting his hand on your shoulder.

He then lead you back down to the first floor, on the hunt for Dr. Gum. You were told he currently held your roster of patients and you’d be shadowing him for your first day until they determined which level you would be stationed on.

Dr. Gum was in his office, take-out containers scattered across his desk like a buffet. He greeted you warmly, large hands encircling yours easily.

He offered to share his lunch with you, telling you to eat up for what he was sure would be a long first day. The two of you talked about the job and expectations, as well as some of the other staff.

He was an exceptionally kind man, in everything he did there was a feeling of joy. You could tell he loved his job and his patients, even if they weren’t the best of people.

“Level One patients are what we call High-Hopes. These are the ones with the most potential to leave the facility at some point. We work very hard to help them overcome their illnesses and difficulties as we’d love for them to be able to rejoin society at some point! Most of them are troubled by their past, but aren’t terribly dangerous. I think they’re just people who have made mistakes. My goal here is to give them the skills needed to cope with the outside world and to be able to not only succeed, but to thrive.” He told you.

As you followed him, talking with different patients on the floor, the intern Shouto made his way over.

“Hello, I am Shouto Todoroki. It’s very nice to meet you.” He said, offering a formal bow.

“It’s nice to meet you, too! Are you by any chance related to the director?” You asked, and his face twitched.

“Unfortunately, yes. I am his youngest son.” He said, tone void but you could see the unhappiness that settled over his features.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-“

“No, it’s fine. You’re the new psychiatrist that’s just began their residency, correct?” He said, cutting you off with a swift change of topic.

“Yeah, that’s me! I look forward to working with you, Todoroki.” You smiled.

“Just Shouto is fine.” He said before abruptly turning and walking away.

“He’s a bit formal and blunt sometimes, but that kid has a heart of gold, I promise!” Dr. Gum’s laugh followed, hearty and full, filling the room.

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The end of your first day was quickly approaching, and you were going over patient files and the logging system they used at the Yuuie Asylum, when Dr. Gum’s phone rang.

“Yes?…Oh! Yes she’s here with me now actually…Of course, I’ll bring her up.” He spoke before hanging up and shooting you a brilliant smile.

“It seems you’re wanted upstairs. Best not to keep him waiting.” He stood, lending a hand to help you up. He guided you toward the elevator, and you noticed him press the button for Level 3. You couldn’t tell if it was anxiety or excitement that churned your stomach, but you were ready nonetheless.

When you arrived at the third floor, you were led to a back hallway, following it down to a door which Dr. Gum held open for you. On the other side, was the small common area you had seen in your first tour with Midoriya.

“Figured I’d take you the back way, it’s always good to know the routes around here, just in case.” He smiled.

As you stepped into the common room, you saw three men. The first was who you knew to be Dr. Aizawa. He had a slender build, and looked utterly exhausted. His hair was tied back and his coat hung loosely around him. His bloodshot eyes zeroed in on you immediately, but he made no move to speak.

The other two men were sat at the table, one looked to be a counselor. He had golden hair and the same bright aura that Dr. Gum carried with him.

The man who was clearly a patient sat with his back hunched, face void of any emotion. His blank eyes watched the blonde man, unblinking. You noticed the deep scarring on his face, torso and limbs, feeling a pang of sympathy for the man. You couldn’t imagine what he had been through.

You cautiously entered the room, slow steps on the ceramic floor alerting everyone to your presence. All eyes turned to you, and it was in that moment that you recognized the burned man.

“It’s you.” Were the only words he uttered, his tone in total disbelief, and the other doctors looked over at him in shock.

“Hey, long time no see! I wasn’t expecting to see a familiar face today.” You greeted him warmly, ignoring the tension and questions you could feel lingering in the air.

You walked over to the man, placing your hand on his shoulder gently and giving a light squeeze.

“It’s good to see you again, I always wondered what had happened after you left. I hoped that you’d be alright.” You continued.

“Don’t know if I’d really consider myself alright. Best I can say is I’m alive.” He accepted your touch, scoffing back at your words.

“I’m glad.” You said, sincerity shining in your words.

“How is it that you two know each other?” Dr. Aizawa asked skeptically, stepping forward and you could see the suspicion swirling in his dark eyes.

“He was one of my patients when I worked in the behavioral unit of Yuuie Hospital. I had worked with him on and off for about six months.” You explained.

“I see. I think I’ve seen enough for now. Mirio, we will continue on as we have been. Dabi, you will continue your sessions with Mr. Togata and myself as usual.” Dr. Aizawa said, met quickly with Dabi’s refusal.

“No. Im not talking to anyone ‘cept her.” He spat coldly.

“Is there some reason you are unable to speak to us?” Aizawa questioned.

“I know her.” Dabi glared, ignoring the question.

“She can definitely be included in the rotation if that-“

“Fuck off.” Dabi yelled, hands slamming against the table.

“Mirio, take the patient back to his room, please.” Dr. Aizawa said, shooting a cold look in Dabi’s direction.

Mirio cuffed Dabi, before firmly pulling him to his feet and out of the room. Dabi didn’t put up a fight, simply stomping along beside him.

“I suppose it’s his lucky day.” Aizawa said, looking to you.

“Huh? What do you mean?” You asked, your brow furrowing.

“This was what we call the ‘Last Hope Evaluation’, it’s our process to determine where someone falls in terms of progress. Dabi has been a difficult patient, refusing to speak to any of us during the few months he has been here. Had you not came when you did, he would have failed.” He explained.

“What happens when they fail?” You asked.

“We shift focus. Initially, when patients are brought in, we determine their level. A Level One has the potential to one day be released. Some may stay a Level One, and others will progress to Level Two. Level Two is for patients that are sort of in an in-between. They are potentially dangerous, but not typically reactive. They are monitored, and receive the same evaluations. If their condition improves they can be lowered to a Level One, or they may also stay the same or increase to a Level Three. Level Three’s are dangerous, they cannot be without supervision. It is very rare for someone to leave the third floor. However, the “Last Hope” is for us to identify how to progress with treatment. You will find that some are more open than others. Those who are, we actively work with in an attempt to better them with the expectation that they may decrease in level. Those that fail are usually either unable or unwilling to improve, and so we simply provide a content stay. We give them general therapy and medication as needed, feed and cloth them. If they at some point begin to show signs of improvement or wanting to improve, we start the cycle again, but until then, we simply allow them to exist here.” Dr. Aizawa explained.

“Ah, I see. Do you think I’ll be working closely with him, then?” You asked, unable to hold back the excitement in your voice. It wasn’t necessarily a pleasant situation, but you would be happy to be able to continue on with someone who had haunted the recesses of your mind for so long. You wanted to understand him, understand what he went through, and figure out a way to help him.

Most of what you remembered about him surrounded his anger. Many of the small details had been lost to time, your memory failing you, but you could still see the way his eyes looked so heartbreakingly hollow as he spoke about himself and his life.

“Perhaps. I’m going to call a meeting shortly with the director and discuss this matter with him. Go home for today, I’ll have more information tomorrow.

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You walked alone down the hall, Dr. Gum staying back to talk to Dr. Aizawa. You entered the elevator, your mind lost in a hazy daydream.

As you descended down to the second floor, the door chimed and opened. At seeing Midoriya running between rooms, you had stepped out, wanting to go and talk to him. It was only then you noticed the man a few feet away.

He was alone, wearing a navy jumpsuit, his blonde hair styled messily and a broom in his hands. He glanced up at you, flashing a smile as he stopped sweeping.

“Are you the new doc they’ve been talking about?” He asked, taking a few steps toward you and leaning his broom against the wall.

“I am, first day.” You said with a laugh and he nodded.

“Names Hawks,” he pointed to the badge embroidered on his front pocket, “I’m the custodian. I know it probably isn’t much coming from me, but if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.” He said, a lazy grin on his face.

“Oh no, I appreciate it! I’m sure you have a lot of insight to how things go around here! I’ll take all of the help I can get.” You reassured, and you saw the spark of confidence in his gaze grow.

“Good, I’m glad! But uh-that looks my cue to get back to work.” He cringed, the loud sound of a patient vomiting across the room cutting the conversation short.

Midoriya had disappeared off into one of the patients rooms, so you instead made your way down to the main floor, did a double check that you had everything on you, and headed home for the evening.

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Psychosis - Dabi/Hawks/Bakugou x f!Reader

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Cirque de Yuuie - MHA Various x f!Reader

A/N: Hey guys! So this is going to be a multi-part series of one shots. Each part will be a different character. There might be smut, we’ll see what happens. This is the introduction to the plot and characters. Some characters might have multiple parts as well. Let me know if you want anyone specific and also if you’d like to be added to their tag list! Also, let me know what you think! Feedback is always appreciated.

Intro

Your eyes cracked open, taking in the deep midnight hues that were cast over your room. Pale moonlight bathed everything in a faint glow.

You shifted, rolling to look at the clock on your bedside table. You groaned, pushing yourself up to sit on the edge of your bed and turned toward your open window. You could hear the boisterous chatter from the streets below. A cool breeze swept in and danced along your heated skin, and you welcomed it with closed eyes and a soft sigh.

Each night you found yourself waking up restless and antsy, unsettled. You’d sit in the confines of your room, and then dress and make your way to the tavern across the road. Tonight was no different.

Your tired limbs trudged across the cobblestone, pushing through drunken bodies that reeked of liquor and sweat.

You grunted as you pushed open the heavy oak door, finding it just as congested as outside. Bodies littered the room heavily, the music and laughter so loud it left your ears ringing. You weaved through the empty spaces and took a seat on a stool by the bar.

“The usual?” You heard a voice called out.

You glanced up, locking eyes with the bar tender as you gave a faint smile and nod.

A glass was slid in your direction a few seconds later, and you wondered if he’d already had it ready for you. You figured that must be the case, it was routine at this point.

“No luck sleeping again, huh?” He said, leaning across the counter as you nursed your drink.

“Afraid not, seems like this is becoming my normal.” You gave a dry laugh, trying to offer up something lighthearted.

“Seems like it. Something troubling you?” His head cocked to the side.

“Just the usual, nothing too bad.” You said, shifting your glass around in your hand.

“Come on now, you waltz in here every night and drink, people with problems that aren’t too bad don’t find themselves perched on one of my stools this often.” He whispered, his gaze intense as he inched across the counter toward you. His hushed voice was lost in the roars of the crowd around you, but you could hear him clear as day.

He wasn’t wrong. You had to give him that. The cluster of people surrounding you dispersed as groups made their way to exit back to the street.

Mummers still resounded around the room, but in the now much quieter atmosphere, you felt yourself relaxing. You leaned forward, propping your elbows against the chipped counter and braced your cheek in your palm.

“I just feel...I don’t know...an overwhelming amount of disinterest in my life. I wake up, I work hard and long days, I come home, eat and bathe and sleep. It’s a never-ending cycle that I’m doomed to repeat each and every day. It all just feels so lackluster.” You said, your voice soft as your eyes gazed at nothing.

“Well, that is quite the conundrum. Might I ask, why don’t you just do something else?” He quipped back with a grin.

“If only it were that easy.” You sighed, eyes slowly drifting back to him.

“Isn’t it, though?” He asked, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

“Is it?” You asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

“Hear me out, I’m no stranger to a hard days work by any means, but I like what I do.” He shrugged.

“Making drinks?” You pressed.

“No, I watch people. Get to know them, help them sometimes. You work in a pub and you meet a lot of people, hear a lot of stories. People get a bit of alcohol in them and suddenly their lips become uncontrollably loose.” He chuckled.

“So you’re nosy, then?” You spat back, a smile turning the corners of your lips.

“I prefer curious, it sounds much more pleasant.” He offered.

He turned and grabbed an envelope from behind him and slid it across the counter to you. It was unmarked, other than the intricate wax seal holding it closed.

“What’s this?” You asked, taking it and inspecting the “CdY” ingrained in the seal.

“A chance to escape.” He shrugged, and then leaned back abruptly, hands grasping glassware and a towel to polish the crystals surface.

“What do I owe you?” You asked, standing and grabbing your coin purse.

“Nothing. This ones on me.” He waved his hand.

“Well, thank you. I appreciate it. By the way, what is your name?” You asked, tucking the envelope into your pocket.

“Shinso, now get out of here and go off to do whatever it is you do when you stumble out of here each night.” He called, waving his rag at you. You smiled at the mirth lighting his eyes, offering a wave as you turned and made your exit.

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You plopped onto your small wicker chair, it’s grooves lining up with your back perfectly, molded to your body after the countless hours you had spent hunched over in this seat.

Calloused fingertips reached to caress a fine silk that you’d never be able to afford. You pulled it to you, laying it across the table ahead and dug the patterns for a dress from the chest beside you at your feet.

You were a seamstress, and a fairly popular one. Women and men from both high and low society sought you out to tailor and craft their garments.

You had stitched an amazing collection of clothing, from simple gowns to the most intricate of pieces. Your customers had often boasted about your work, that you were able to create anything.

Until recently, you had been doing fairly well for yourself. You had purchased a home of your own, a massive feat for an unwed woman, especially one in her early twenties.

In the last six months, that had changed though. There had been civil unrest, looting and fighting at the capital. The local government had pushed back, increasing taxes heavily. With that blow came another, a new tailoring business on the other side of town. It offered cheap labor, using children from the orphanage as virtually free hands. The turn around was quick, much faster than the length of time it took you to produce a garment. But the quality was terrible. They used cheap labor and cheaper materials.

The first time you had seen their work, you had laughed till tears brimmed your eyes. However, the quick production and cheap cost had ended up hitting you hard. While the wealthy had no issue having you fashion something for them, most everyone else had flocked to them. It wasn’t terribly hard to do a simple stitch. To take in a gown or a suit. Suddenly, you found yourself praying for work as the jobs got fewer and fewer.

Meanwhile the heightened taxes left your coin purse extremely light. You hadn’t struggled like this in a very long time.

You finished the silken garment, folding it delicately over your arm as you took it over to the rack to hang.

Once hung, you patted off your apron and felt the crinkling of the forgotten envelope tucked in your pocket. You pulled it out, fingers dipping into the paper to tear it open. The red of the invitation was so bright, a high quality velvet lined in gold trim. You then wondered the status of your friendly barkeep, but chalked it up to his large amount of connections. Surely, a drunken man could be persuaded into giving an invitation in exchange for a free round.

Your eyes scanned along the paper, reading the fancy script that outlined the details of the event. You scoffed as you made your way back to your chair, shaking your head as the invitation was tossed onto your table.

A few moments passed before you picked it back up and read over the card again.

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Your heels clicked against the pavement as you approached the large gate before you. You were in a state of awe at the lights and music making the night feel alive.

You stopped at the ticket booth, met with a disgruntled employee who looked half asleep. His thick yellow quilt was pulled taunt around his body and his hollow eyes stared at you with something akin to annoyance.

“Welcome to “Cirque de Yuuie”, admission is ¥220.” His bored voice stated monotonously.

“Oh...I actually have an invitation.” You said, giving a weak smile.

He held your gaze for a moment before he quirked a brow, his eyes scanning over you before he gave a sigh and a shrug.

“Alright, give it here.” He held out his pale hand, and you gently placed the invite in his palm.

He quickly pressed a stamp to your hand and shooed you away, so you turned and entered in through the gate.

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You had wandered around the grounds for a while, but saw no familiar faces. It was odd, not even children were present. The cost had been rather high to enter, perhaps it was an adults only event.

After you had completed your lap, you were not too far from the entrance to the large tent in the center of the area. Red and white fabrics were draped beautifully, tied off with an intricately woven gold banding.

As you went to step forward, a large wooden pole cut in front of you, you gasped, your head shooting up to find a cheerful looking clown above.

“Whoops! S’cues me miss! Almost stepped on ya there!” He laughed, his painted lips opening to reveal his bright smile.

“Oh, no I’m sorry! I was enthralled by everything and wasn’t paying attention.” You waved him off.

“Ah don’t worry about it, it’s a beautiful night, and the tent looks great! I’ve been distracted by it myself! The names Mirio, by the way.”

“Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.”

He nodded and stepped to make his way off back into the crowd.

“HEY WAIT!” You heard a loud voice call out, and not a moment later, two more clowns turned the corner. One with green hair raced along side a blonde with large sunglasses and a lightening-shaped black streak in his hair. They were tailed by a very awkward and scared looking mime who ran behind them silently looking like he was going to be sick.

“Come on, Amajiki! Hurry up!” The blonde clown yelled behind him, causing the mime to flinch and pick up the pace. You laughed at their antics, they were definitely a good source of entertainment.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THIS IS YOUR ANNOUNCER: PRESENT MIC, PLEASE GATHER TO THE MAIN TENT AS THE FESTIVITIES ARE ABOUT TO BEGIN.....YEAAAHHH!!!!” A loud voice blared through the speakers overhead.

You pushed through the gathering crowd, entering through the fabric doorway. The ceilings were vaulted, and you were amazed by how large it seemed inside.

Chatter broke out amongst those around you as you passed a sign that read “Yuuie’s Spectacular Freak Show!”

You followed the corridor, peering in the labeled rooms as you passed by.

“Strongest Men Alive! All Might and Red Riot!” Inside the room were two muscular men. The blonde man was tall, looming over the crowd as he smiled and flex. The redhead was laying on a bed of nails, and a crazed looking woman with pink hair walked across him while he looked on unfazed.

“One Body- Two Men! Twice!” A man sat, arguing with himself, the crowd would call out questions and he’d answer two opposing ways, often breaking out into an argument. The crowd giggled and taunted as he yelled seemingly to himself.

“The Vampire: Toga!” Your stomach twisted as you watch the girl give a cat-like grin and chug a vial of blood. Shackles held her to her spot but she called out to the audience, telling them to come closer and let her have a drink.

“Invisible Girl: Toru!” You blinked at the empty room, rolling your eyes as you pushed past to the next stall.

“Frog Woman: Tsuyu!” A girl in a green dress crouched in a pool, her long tongue falling from her mouth as her large hand gave a wave. You couldn’t help but notice her webbed fingers and the faint croaks.

“Worlds Largest Woman: Mt Lady!” An insanely large woman sat on her knees, smiling and chatting with the audience. She was beautiful, but had to be at least 9’ tall.

“World’s Largest Man: Fatgum!” A very large man sat in the center of the room smiling and waving as he let children drift into his stall and eat from the various sweets lining the table beside him. Though the adults around you spoke insults quietly, you couldn’t help but think the man looked very kind. You smiled softly at the sight of a child hugging him in thanks before returning to their mothers side.

“Bird-Man: Hawks!” A young man laughed loudly, his beautiful red wings flapping as he gave a slight show to those who watched. Many looked on in awe and wonder, and women swooned at his charm. His feathers seemed to almost sparkle and while you noticed something mischievous in his gaze, you were mesmerized nonetheless.

“Dabi the Dragon and the Indestructible Bakugou!” This room was larger, and smoke poured out. You were curious about this one, as there was no crowd gathered out front. You only saw one person, a rather attractive but angry looking man, growling as he noticed you. He rolled his eyes as he lit off explosives in his hands.

Your hands shot up to cover your eyes, before peering out to see the man looked fine, bored even.

“That was amazing!” You exclaimed.

“Course it was!” He sneered.

Suddenly, the curtain behind him rustled and another man emerged from the darkness. He was shirtless, his body scared in burns that wrapped around his torso, arms and face. His black hair spiked wildly, just like the blonde beside him. He smirked at you, sauntering toward you before lifting your chin with his index finger.

“Want me to put on a show for you, doll face?” He whispered. You nodded mutely, feeling much like the mime you had saw earlier that night. He chucked and stepped back. His hand grasped a bottle and he turned his back toward you, taking a large swig from the drink.

He abruptly turned back, and blue flames shot from his mouth and filled the room. You could immediately feel the immense heat and no longer wondered how his scars came to be.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his arm, giving a small cough before grinning at you.

“Well, what’d ya think, princess?”

“It was amazing! Does it hurt?” You asked.

“Hmm? Nah, not really. Just burns a little.” He snickered at his joke while Bakugou rolled his eyes in the background.

“I also do a bit of sword swallowing.” He added, stepping in close to you.

“Oh, yeah? That’s a neat talent to have.” You spat back awkwardly.

“I could teach you, after the show that is. I’ve got a good one for you to practice on.” His deep voice said in a hushed tone, hot breath hitting you as his hand gripped the crotch of his pants.

You stumbled back quickly, mumbling about needing to find a seat, and then ran off to the main room of the tent.

Your heart was pounding as you took an empty seat in the front row that had your invitation number on it.

The lights around you dimmed and the seats behind began filling quickly. People chatted amongst themselves until the music changed and the curtains at the far side of the tent were drawn.

A pale looking man with light blue hair and red eyes slowly walked out, taking center stage.

“Welcome. I’m so glad all of you came to join us for the show.” His hoarse voice spoke out loudly. His eyes dragged along the audience, taking in those around him.

“My name is Shigaraki and I’ll be your host tonight. You’ll see things that you never imagined, acts of wonder put on display before you. Prepare to be in awe and amazed.” He cheered, giving and eerie grin.

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Halfway through the show, they called for an intermission. The lights brightened as people stood and flocked outside to grab drinks and food.

You stayed put, reflecting on the show so far. There had been an amazing act with tightrope walking, acrobats and aerial silks. They had been called “Children of the Sky” by those sat around you. Aoyama, Mina, Uraraka and Nejire were their names.

Then there had been the father and son act of fire performance. Enji and Shouto Todoroki. They danced with fire and spun batons and hoops that were blazing. Their act would have been more enjoyable if the father had been quiet, but instead every few moments he’d call out to his son correcting his posture and moves. Mid performance, Dabi had joined them on stage. His blue flames shining brightly in contrast. He had quickly noticed you and his eyes lit up as your stomach filled with dread.

He marched over, pulling you from your seat as gasps and whispers of his damaged skin rang through the crowd. He didn’t seem to notice. Or didn’t care. He had spun you around, dancing as his azure fire lit his arms. You were worried you’d be burned, but the fire never touched your skin. He brushed his arms with his hands, extinguishing the flame, as the music had haunted. You watched the smoke rise from his skin as you frowned, but he simply took your hand and pressed a chaste kiss to the back of it before walking away.

You heard a voice rasp out “fucking show off” before seeing the angry blonde, Bakugou, take off after him.

Now you sat, watching a small man with balls on his head. He wore a jesters outfit and juggled before those left seated in the crowd. Slowly he made his way to you.

“Hey, how do you know Dabi?” He asked bluntly, wonder in his eyes.

“Oh, I don’t. Not really. I saw him in the freak show. That’s all.” You said, uncomfortable with the small mans leering.

“You actually watched him?” He asked dumbfounded. “No wonder he’s all over you.”

“What do you mean?” You asked perplexed.

“Uh hello, he’s gross looking. Definitely not as attractive as someone like me.” He beamed at you. You stayed quiet, unsure of how to respond and afraid to break the poor guys dilution.

“Hey I also do puppet stuff, you wanna see?” He asked, tone chipper.

“Oh, no that’s okay-“

“Okay cool, watch this!” He cut you off, pulling a small puppet from his suit. He dropped it and it limply hit the ground, the string much too long for him. The puppet dragged around weirdly as the jester spoke in a high pitch, giving the wooden body a voice.

You blinked, watching the train wreck as the doll slid through the dirt, getting jerked around by the man before you. He picked up the puppet and threw it at you, it landing in your lap. Then he pulled the string and yanked it back to the ground. You abruptly stood and walked away, hearing him call after you, but you only quickened your pace.

Once outside in the fresh air, a loud bellowing laugh burst from your lips. That was the weirdest thing you’ve ever had to deal with and you had been holding in laughing in the strange boys face.

“Seems like you’re enjoying the show.” A voice cut in.

Your head quickly spun, meeting the red eyes of the ring leader.

“Yeah! It’s nice, you guys are doing an amazing job!” You scratched your neck, feeling the hairs on your arms standing at the sudden tension as the mans smile fell.

“You weren’t invited here.” He stated.

“I...well I was given an invitation.” You replied.

“It wasn’t yours though. It wasn’t meant for you.” He said, eyes blank as his head cocked to the side.

“No, it wasn’t. I don’t know who it belonged to. A bartender gave it to me.” You explained.

“Hmm, is that so? Well, do enjoy the show then. But do me a favor, sit in a different seat when you go back in.” He sneered, and then he was gone as quickly as he had appeared.

You headed back inside, choosing a different seat in the front row that had been unclaimed earlier.

The music roared again as the clowns, Midoriya, Kaminari and Mirio, put on a show. Kaminari was being shocked while Midoriya rode around on a unicycle. Mirio stayed on his stilts and walked around the stage dancing and doing tricks. The trio was truly fun to watch, and then the mime, Amajiki, was shoved forward. A spotlight hit him as he stood frozen in fear.

“Come on buddy, you can do it!” Mirio whispered loudly in support.

Amajiki took in a big breath and lifted his arms, hands shaking as he formed an invisible wall in front of himself when a box hit him in the head and a drunken man “booed”. Amajiki immediately rushed to the shadows, pressing his face into the wall of the tent as an air of dread surrounded him.

“Uhhh...look over here!” Midoriya yelled out, pulling the attention of the crowd as he gave a large shock to Kaminari. Kaminari then “beeped” and “booped” and drooled as he wobbled around. The audience cheered and laughed.

Finally it was time for the final act of the night, the mysterious and powerful Mr. Compress.

A spotlight roamed the stage, and in a cloud of smoke he appeared. He wore a mask, top hat and yellow overcoat. His cane tapped against the floor with each step he took.

“Tonight, I will make you question everything you know about the world. Everything you believe to be real!” He called, and the crowd went wild, hooting and hollering.

He started with a few jokes, one about how he wasn’t the type to pull a rabbit from his hat, but then his hat shifted and he took it off. He pulled out the first rabbit, and then another, and then two more. You laughed at his seeming confusion. Finally, he plopped his hat back on his head and called out Bakugou to the stage. Bakugou marched to him, stomping his feet and crossing his arms as he came to a stop beside the magician.

Mr. Compress draped a large piece of fabric over the man, and then quickly pulled the cloth back to reveal a confused looking Shouto.

“I was just over there.” Shouto said, pointing to the other side of the tent.

“Yes! And now you’re over here!” Compress smiled, giving a grand wave of his arm.

“Aren’t I the one doing the magic then?” Shouto said blandly while Compress laughed.

“Alright then, do another trick for us.” Mr. Compress said, his tone amused. Shouto stood there silently, expression blank.

“I’m-“

“YOUR FIRE! USE YOUR FIRE SHOUTO!” His father yelled from off stage. Shouto glanced behind him, annoyance radiating from him.

“No. Nevermind. Just put me back where i was.” He said to Compress. Not a second later, the cloth was thrown over him and pulled off to reveal what looked like 100 butterflies.

The crowed oohed and awed in response, and you felt your eyes widen in amazement as well. It was so quick, you were trying to understand the trick, but could hardly wrap your head around it. This guy was good.

He went through a few more tricks, each a little better than the last. Finally he called for a volunteer from the audience.

Many hands shot into the air, while yours meekly raised. You weren’t one who gravitated to the spotlight, in fact, you had no desire to go onto the stage and have everyone’s eyes on you. But, you had promised yourself you’d let go for tonight and do as the bartender recommended. Escape.

Perhaps he could sense your distress, or maybe it was just because you were the closest to him, but he slowly walked toward you and extended his hand.

“If you wouldn’t mind, I’d love it if you could assist me madam.”

You smiled, cursing inwardly at yourself, as you took his hand and let him pull you to your feet and lead you to the stage.

Red Riot ran over holding a heavy wooden chair, one you might find used as a throne.

Compress lifted the bottom of his mask and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, much like Dabi did, before directing you to take a seat. You did as you were asked, feeling the heat of the light on you, thankful that it’s blinding light prevented you from being able to see the crowd.

Mr. Compress started his speech about defying nature, and the use of powerful magic.

“Do not look away for a second, it is imperative you see your reality bent before you. With the help of my beautiful assistant, I will show you that the limitations we set for ourselves are often just an illusion. Anything you can think of is possible!”

He turned toward you, pulling the yellow coat from his body and leaving himself in his black vest and pants, the orange shirt beneath now visible. He pushed up his sleeves and held his hands outstretched toward you. You felt the chair jerk and sucked in a breath. It lurched again, and soon you were floating above the ground. You kicked your feet and smiled, trying your hardest not to shift in the chair.

Then the lights flickered, and a spotlight fell from the ceiling, crashing into the empty seat that had been assigned to your invitation.

In the moment of chaos, the chair dropped harshly, cracking against the ground as the impact tossed you to the side. You grunted, the wind knocked from your lungs and your eyes unfocused after smacking your head in the fall.

Screams were heard as the crowd panicked and scattered, the roars of animals following after them.

A harsh tug lifted you back onto your feet, and in the darkness you could see nothing, but allowed the person to drag you from the tent as your head spun.

Your mind was trying to process as you were pulled into a trailer, and as your body met the cot inside, you fell unconscious.

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The Tomb - Dabi x f!Reader (completed)

Here are all of the parts to the story, figured I’d put them together to make it easier to navigate through.

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The Tomb (Dabi x f!Reader) - Part 8 (Final Part)

A/N: I just want to say thank you so much to all of you for reading my story and for all of your love and support. I’m sorry this last update took so long, a lot has been going on and the story got pushed to the back burner. I hope you enjoy it❤️

WARNINGS: Death, Angst, Description of gore/violence.

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“I don’t like this.” Dabi grunted, walking down the busy street beside you.

“I know, but we talked about this. We have a plan and I’ll be fine!” You shot back, your hand reaching down to lace your fingers with his.

“It’s too risky. What if something goes wrong?” He asked, his brow creasing in frustration.

“What other choice do we have? There’s no way you could even get close to them without me. We’re not in ancient times, they can’t just attack me.” You shrugged. Dabi’s hand gripped yours tightly and he pulled you into the alley off to the side of the street. Your back was pressed firmly against the cold brick wall while his head lowered, a glare prominent on his features.

“You’re not taking this seriously.”

“I am! I promise. I want to help you, and I know that there are risks. I am fully aware of that. I just think it is highly unlikely that two people working in a large corporation are going to attack me out in the open. Especially with you close by. Once you come in, I’ll stay out of the line of fire and let you handle things. If things go sour, I leave as fast as possible and wait for you back at the hotel.” You said, holding his gaze.

“I don’t know why I let you talk me into this. This is going to be a disaster.” Dabi sighed, his forehead dipping beside you as he pressed it against the wall over your shoulder.

“We’ll be okay. Look at me.” You whispered, your voice soft and comforting. Dabi pulled his head back as he met your gaze.

“I love you. I’ll be safe. You can take care of your business, and then we’ll go home.” Your smile was gentle as your warm hand reached up to cup his cheek.

“Promise me you’ll leave if something goes wrong.” His voice cracked as his eyes shifted between yours.

“I promise.”

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You were nervous. You’d be lying to yourself if you denied the sinking feeling that you had in your stomach. This was big. It was bigger than you. Lives were hanging in the balance, including yours. There was no room for error here. You had one chance, you had to do everything right or everything would be ruined.

You didn’t like what Dabi wanted to do, his revenge, but you were in this together and he needed this. Not just for his own desires, but also so that when he passes, he can return to his afterlife.

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The next day, it was show time. You made your way to the building to make an appointment at the firm, requesting an audience with both Shouto and Enji. Your name got you a time slot, surprisingly. Your recent discovery at the tomb giving you a boost of popularity, and surely peaking the interest of the pair you had requested.

You thanked the receptionist and turned to leave. As you headed to the entrance, a familiar face caught your eye.

“Keigo?” You asked, more than a little confused.

“Well, well. Missed me so much you flew all the way to Japan to see me? I gotta say kid, I’m touched.” He laughed, walking up to you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, taking in his dress shirt and slacks.

“Huh? I work here. Isn’t that why you’re here?” He asked furrowing his brow.

“No, I had no idea you were in Japan. When did you move here?” You asked surprised.

“About a year ago, I just flew back for Christmas since I hadn’t seen your family in a while. You’d have known that if you’d paid more attention to me.” Keigo huffed, crossing his arms with a pout.

“Sorry, I just wasn’t in a great mood. It wasn’t a very good day.” You rubbed your neck sheepishly.

“Thats the understatement of the century. You put on a great show though, let me tell ya. If only I’d had some popcorn for that Oscar winning performance you gave.” He laughed, and you did too.

“What’d they say after I left?” You asked, your voice quiet.

“Eh, not much. They were silent for a while. Your mom said she thinks she over reacted a little. Your dad said he was firm about the disowning thing, but I don’t really buy it. I think he was just trying to keep up the act.” Keigo shrugged and you nodded.

“I figured. It doesn’t matter though, what’s done is done.” You sighed.

“Yeah, just give it time. They’ll come around. Unless you guys split up, in which case, I would just like to point out that I am available.” He winked.

“I feel like you’ve been waiting the entire conversation to say that.” You deadpanned.

“Yep! Thought about starting with it, but decided to keep it classy.” He grinned.

“Oh, yeah. Wouldn’t want to lay it on too strong.” You shook your head.

“You got that right. But anyways, what are you doing here? You in legal trouble or something?” He asked in teasing tone.

“No, nothing like that. Just wanted to talk over assets and things. Was thinking about moving up here, buying a second home maybe. The Todoroki Agency was highly recommended, so I figured I’d just sit and talk and see what they say.” You smiled.

“Huh, well if you move up here you’ll have to let me give you a tour. I know some pretty great places around here, hidden treasures really.”

“Sounds good! Nothing is set in stone yet, but if we move here, I’ll definitely take you up on that offer. I’ve got to get going, but it was really good seeing you.” You said, giving a squeeze to his arm.

“Alright, I’ll see you around. Don’t get in too much trouble.” He laughed, waving you off as you made your exit.

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It was finally time for your appointment, so you and Dabi made you way to the firm and checked in. You were led to a hall upstairs outside of the conference room. The receptionist told you to take a seat and that they’d call you in shortly. A few moments later, the woman came back and said you were free to enter, before departing back to the main lobby.

Dabi waited out in the hall, disguised in a high collared jacket, scarf and sunglasses. You had laughed when he had come out wearing it, but you knew he had too. He looked too distinct. Too easy to spot. And for everything to go smoothly, it started with him fading into the background.

You opened the large door to the conference room and stepped inside. The air was chilly, and you clutched your sweater tighter around you.

The two men greeted you, already seated at the table.

“Miss Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Enji Todoroki, and this is my son, Shouto Todoroki.” Enji said. His presence was intimidating, that was for sure. He was very large, standing both tall and broad. His face held a deep scar and though his eyes were the same color as Dabi’s, they lacked all of the warmth that his carried.

“The pleasure is mine! Thank you for meeting with me.” You beamed, extending your hand. Enji took it and his grip was firm, as you had imagined it would be. Then you turned to Shouto, but as he reached out you noticed his missing digit.

He paused his movement at your stare, before slowly continuing to give you a gentle handshake, polar opposite to his fathers.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s a bit unsightly to look at.” He said with a sad smile, curling his hand into a fist as it made its way back to his side.

“Don’t apologize, I’m not bothered. My step father is missing one of his legs, so I’m familiar with the sight. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” You gave him a soft smile.

“No, you’re fine. Shouto just has a lack of confidence when talking with women. My boy is always assuming the worst!” Enji laughed, though it sounded more like a bark, as he slapped Shouto’s back. It was obvious Shouto was less than thrilled about his fathers contact and remark, and you almost laughed at the bizarre tension between the two, though you didn’t know if the impulse was from amusement or the sheer awkwardness hanging in the air.

Shouto cleared his throat, “I must say, I was surprised you had requested an appointment with us. We recently read about your tomb discovery and thought it was fascinating. If I may ask, what brings you to Japan?”

“Thank you, I’m glad my work interested you. I just wanted to talk a few things over, well, both of us did.” You smiled.

“Both of us?” Enji asked skeptically.

“Oh! Yes, I brought my husband with me, he’s outside waiting in the hall. I only listed my name on the appointment reservation, so I wasn’t sure if he could come in with me.” You laughed.

“Ah, yes, of course. That’s fine. Please, go grab him if you’d like.” Shouto smiled. You thanked him and walked to the door, peeking out to wave Dabi inside.

He strolled in, and you could feel the air shift to something sinister as he threw off his disguise.

Enji was the first to react, shooting up from his chair.

“How is it that you’re here?” Enji demanded, making Dabi laugh.

“I could say the same to you, old man.” Dabi sneered.

You backed away from the three to the far side of the room beside the door, making sure you could escape easily if it was needed. Though you didn’t want to, you’d keep your promise if things got out of hand.

“So, you’re finally here, big brother.” Shouto said, his tone bored.

“All thanks to you.” Dabi spat.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Enji said.

“Our dear Shouto has been pulling a lot of strings since his death, it seems. What I want to know, is why?” Dabi finished, directing his attention back to his brother.

“You ruined it all. You and your group of scum. So I talked to the gods, Set, Shu and Tefnut, and asked them for guidance on rebuilding our once great society. They were kind enough to help.” Shouto told him.

“Funny, Osiris and Neith were more than willing to bring me back as a favor to them just to stop you.” Dabi laughed.

“I’m aware. They warned me of your possible resurrection long ago. It’s why I had your tomb designed the way I did. Why I sacrificed a finger to keep you from returning to the afterlife if you actually did manage it, but I’ve got to say, I’m surprised you found a way back and tracked us down. I’m almost impressed.” Shoto smirked.

“You’re a real piece of shit, you know that.” Dabi growled.

“I didn’t want it to be like this. You were the one who came after us. I’m just trying to fix what you broke.” Shouto said, a glare prominent on his face.

“You keep telling yourself that. You’re just a pawn to him,” Dabi laughed, pointing to his father, “this was never what you wanted. This was what HE wanted. You’re still just following in his shadow. I gotta say, I didn’t think you’d be the one behind it. The old man, I get. But you, that was unexpected.”

“I just want a peaceful world where everything is in order. I’m not like you, making chaos, ruining lives, and in your spare time off playing house. What is that woman to you? A tool? Leverage? Will you just throw her away when your satisfied?” Shouto said, motioning to you.

“Don’t even fucking look at her. She’s not some petty tool. She’s my wife. She will be here long after you, both her and our child!” Dabi roared at him. You could feel the heat filling the room and swallowed thickly. There was silence. Something changed.

Shouto’s eyes wandered to you, he held your gaze for a moment, and then his eyes shifted to your stomach. Your hands wrapped around it instinctively as your heart skipped a beat.

“You’re unfit to be a father. After you pass, well make sure to help raise the child properly. Your “wife” will be well taken care of.” Enji said, breaking his silence as he stepped toward you. Dabi was quick to react.

“Stay the fuck away from her!” He yelled, blue flames igniting from his skin. Your eyes widened as you took in the beautiful fire before you. He truly looked like a god, an untouchable being, and you were in awe. You understood finally the gift he was given by the gods. The power he was handed.

The fire washed over Enji, as Dabi tackled him to the floor. He beat him, and you could do nothing but stand there and watch as Dabi’s fists connected with his face repeatedly.

It was violent and you wanted to look away, but you were rooted to the spot, frozen in shock. Your heart hammered in your chest as you watched the puddle of blood form around Enji’s head. Smelled the burning of his skin.

You were snapped out of your trance by a harsh tug to your arm.

“Hey, we gotta go!” Keigo whispered beside you, his other hand gripping the gun on his belt as he watched the scene before him unfold. You ripped your arm back.

“I can’t leave him. Not now. I have to stay.” You said, your voice cracking with every word. You knew Keigo was right, you promised you would leave if things got bad. Your mind was screaming for you to follow him out that door to safety, but your body wouldn’t move.

“Look, I’m sorry. I warned Shouto. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know this would happen, but we have to leave! Now!” Keigo said, his eyes watering as he pulled on you desperately.

“You...you did what!? How could you!?” You yelled shoving him. But his focus wasn’t on you anymore. You tried to turn, but Keigo grabbed your face and held it to look at him.

“Stop it, what are you-“

BANG. BANG.

Everything stopped. Tears fell from your eyes at the sound. You threw his hands from your face and whipped around, finding Dabi bleeding on the floor, his body stilled and unmoving.

“NO!” You screamed, running to him. You dropped beside him and pressed your hands to the wounds on his chest. The blood seeped between your fingers as you sobbed, begging him to stay.

Shouto stood back, putting his gun away, and watched you with a sad look on his face. He knew it would destroy you, that it would break your heart, but he knew it had to be done. He was regretful that you had gotten involved. That another innocent person was pulled into this war. You were just collateral damage.

Keigo approached your weeping form slowly, and rested his hand on your shoulder, trying to offer some form of comfort.

“I’m sorry, kid. He’s gone.” He whispered.

“But he can’t go back! He can’t die, he doesn’t have anywhere to go! And I need him! The baby..” You choked on your words and cried harder.

“The baby!? Oh...oh my god..” Keigo paled as his eyes shifted to Shouto.

“What the fuck did you do? You never said-“

“I didn’t know. It wouldn’t have changed anything...but for what it’s worth, I really didn’t know. I’m sorry.” Shouto said, cutting Keigo off, his voice solemn.

“You’re sorry.” Your cold stare landed on the man before you. “You’re sorry?” You repeated, a hoarse laugh falling from your lips as you pushed yourself up from the ground.

It happened in a split second, before you could even process what you were doing. Something snapped. Your hand grabbed the gun from Keigo’s holster and you aimed it at Shouto.

“You will be.” You said, and then pulled the trigger.

Shouto’s body toppled to the floor, lifelessly. A fatal shot. The door burst open behind you, and you heard the chaos immediately, the yells. They screamed to drop your weapon. The police, you recognized through the fog that clouded your mind.

You heard Keigo plead behind you, telling you to listen. Telling them to stop. To wait. But they didn’t.

You turned toward them, gun lowered but still in hand, and that was enough. You heard the shots, but you didn’t feel them. You were somewhere else. Somewhere far away.

You watched yourself fall to the ground, felt your body hit the floor. Within and outside of yourself simultaneously. And you smiled.

“Can you hear me!?” Keigo screamed beside you, “Stay with me!” He cried. Your eyes opened to take in his tear stained face.

“And never have I felt so deeply at one and the same time so detached from myself and so present in the world.” (Albert Camus). Your mind repeated the quote that you knew by heart, and it had never resonated more than it did now, in this moment.

And then, you closed your eyes.

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You awoke on the floor of Dabi’s tomb with a splitting headache. You groaned, pushing yourself up as you spit the sand and dirt from your mouth and wiped off your clothes. Your brows furrowed in confusion. Had you just fallen and hit your head? Was it all some crazy dream? Your clothes were the same as when you had first found the tomb.

Tears fell from your eyes as you realized it had all been some fabricated story your mind made up. Your heart broke all over again. It had felt so real.

Saddened, you made your way up to the main chamber, your eyes taking in every inch of the tomb, fingertips tracing each wall you passed. As you neared the exit, your name carved into the wall caught your attention. Your heart raced, pounding in your chest as you took off to the doorway. You rushed outside to confirm your thoughts, you needed to make sure it was real. You needed it to be real.

It had worked. It had brought you to him. This was the afterlife, his afterlife.

Your face widened into a smile as you looked around at the ancient buildings, newly built.

“You about ready to go home, princess?” A voice called behind you.

He sat atop a camel, his white kilt, his golden jewelry and elaborate belt. The same as when you had first met him. The only difference was the bundle in his arms, the small hands that reached out from behind the cloth.

You ran to him, to your husband, the love of your life. He reached down to pull you up onto the camel and into his lap.

“Is this...?” You asked, your eyes taking in the baby cradled against his chest. He smiled and nodded.

“Our daughter.” He whispered, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Will she always be a baby? Can she grow up here?” You asked, taking your child from Dabi to plant kisses on her smiling face.

“No, she’ll grow. The afterlife is a continuation. It picks up where your world ends. Though she will never die, she will age. She will be healthy and happy, and with us.” He answered, his arms encircling you and your daughter, placing a kiss on your forehead and then on hers.

You smiled, as tears of joy welled in your eyes. You kissed Dabi, whispering I love you as he started off toward home.

Home. You were home.

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The Tomb (Dabi x f!Reader) - Part 7

A/N: Sorry for the slow update, was a bit busy this past weekend with the holiday. I hope all of you who celebrated had a happy thanksgiving! Thank you all for the love and support. Let me know what you think!

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+, smut

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The words rang through his head a few times before they finally registered. When they did, he quickly turned to you, looking for any signs that you were lying. All he found was your eyes bright with joy and a warm smile stretching across your face.

He was on you in a second. His hand gripped your chin as his lips pressed against yours. He pushed your legs apart and placed himself between them, wanting to be as close to you as possible. You moaned into the kiss, your lips parting for him on instinct.

Visions of you danced through his mind again, heavily pregnant with his child. He gripped the bottom of your shirt, breaking the kiss to pull it over your head and toss it to the floor. His hands roamed gently down your sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, until they reached your hips. His thumbs rubbed circles into them, while your hands slid beneath his shirt, exploring the skin of his torso. You pulled his shirt up and off of him slowly, your eyes gliding across the expanse of his chest.

His face looked so serious, his expression giving nothing away, but his eyes told you everything. They were wild, glowing with lust as they focused on you. As you held his gaze, they softened, and all you could see was warmth. Happiness.

Your hand reached up and cupped his cheek, and his eyes closed at the contact, leaning into your touch. Your thumb brushed his scarred lip, and he placed his hand over yours, holding it there. He kissed your thumb, and then he pulled your hand back to kiss your wrist, your arm, your shoulder.

He buried his face in your neck, forcing his chest against yours, as his breath came out in heavy pants. He kissed along the column of your throat while his hands grabbed the rim of your pajama bottoms. He leaned back and tugged on them, and you raised your hips, lifting your legs and letting him remove the material from you. They were tossed away, joining your shirt somewhere on the floor. You pulled on the waistband of his pants, your grip tight as you lowered them as much as you could. Your focus left his lower half to instead search for his eyes, finding them already staring at you, heavy lidded. He quickly discarded his pants and found his place between your thighs once more. He rubbed himself between your wet folds, the skin of his member scalding hot. Every time it grazed your clit, your thighs twitched, squeezing him between them.

His arousal was at its peak, burning through his veins. He didn’t know it was possible to want someone so much. To need someone so deeply, so completely. The way he needed you.

He placed gentle kisses along your breasts, feeling your heartbeat against his lips. He pulled himself back up, resting his forehead against yours when he placed himself at your entrance.

“I love you.” He whispered, your eyes locked together as he shoved his full length inside of you, burying himself to the hilt. You gasped, feeling yourself stretch around him so suddenly. He kissed you, and then nudged your head to the side so he could place his lips at your ear, resting them against your lobe as he drew himself back.

“I love you.” He repeated again, his voice hoarse and low. You moaned loudly as his hips slammed against yours, a slow pace, but he was hitting just the right spot. He carried on the same, his heated skin against yours. You were both covered in a thin layer of sweat as your bodies rocked together.

Each time he rammed inside of you he hit that same spot, sending jolts of pleasure though you, electricity beneath your skin.

“Fuck. I love you.” He grunted, his voice strained as he picked up his pace. His hand reached down, rubbing your clit hard and fast, and you were lost to the sensation of his touch. His lips trailed down from your ear, kissing along your throat to your collar bone.

“I love you. I love you too! So much!” You gasped loudly, the words echoing against the walls of the room.

“You’re mine.” He growled, hips snapping.

“Yes! I’m yours”

“You’re gonna stay with me- be my wife- fuck-”

“Yes-oh!” You groaned when he shifted your hips forward, lifting your legs to rest over his forearms, so he could press even deeper inside.

“I’ll fill you with my seed every day, that what you want, princess?”

“Please-yes Dabi!” Your breathy moan just about sent him over the edge. Your head rolled back, and he knew you were there.

“Cum for me. Cum on my cock.” He demanded, and you did.

He pulled you to lay flat on the couch, no longer propped up against its arm. He took one of your legs and placed it up on his shoulder as he straddled your other thigh.

You were turned partially on your side, completely open and exposed to him. He placed one hand on the cushion next to you to brace himself, while the other wrapped around your leg, keeping it still against his chest. He thrust into you, his pace quick and steady, and you cried out at the feeling.

“You feel so good, baby.” He moaned, one hand moving to hold your ankle while he placed nips and kisses along your calf, while the other went back to rubbing and pinching your clit.

“Shit. You’re so tight, princess. You’re gonna-fuck-you’re gonna make me cum. Is that what you want? You want me to cum in your tight little cunt?” He growled biting his lip, his hips losing their rhythm as he drew near his release.

“Yes! Please, Dabi. I need you. Please!” You begged, your voice raw and cracking as you cried out. Dabi burrowed himself inside of you, pressing in as far as he could, and came. You felt so full and you couldn’t stop the lazy smile that stretched across your face. His hand traced gentle circles on your stomach, and you held onto your smile as sleep started creeping up on you.

He pulled out and collapsed behind you, holding you against him, trapping you between the couch and his chest. You had never felt so safe. So happy. You drifted to sleep quickly to the even tempo of Dabi’s calming heartbeat and the relaxing feeling of his fingers trailing across your skin.

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The next week passed by quickly, things falling into their normal routine.

You mentioned wanting to go on a trip, and Dabi asked if you could go to Japan. You had never been there, and so you figured that would be fine. You wanted Dabi to enjoy his life, especially after his first go around, so you agreed without any hesitation.

Dabi almost felt guilty. He felt like he was lying to you. He did love you, with every fiber of his being, but there were things he couldn’t tell you. Not yet. Things he had to do. The reason he had sought to be alive again in the first place. He didn’t want you to know. To worry.

The stakes were even higher now. Not only did he want to protect you, but also his child. He needed to get to Japan, and he needed to keep you uninvolved. You and the baby were the only things in this world he cared about, and he was prepared to do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

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When you stepped off the plane, you smiled. You were excited to explore something new together. You figured Dabi had probably seen something on TV that had spiked his interest and it had drove him to want to come here, but he hadn’t said much so far. Either way, you were just happy to be here with him. No matter what you did or where you went, all that mattered to you was that he was by your side.

The first couple of days, you explored the area. Local shops and restaurants, seeing the recommended sights. Your hotel had a private onsen attached to your room, and you both had taken full advantage of that as well.

It was on the third day, as you walked through the city, that something finally peaked Dabi’s interest.

“Todoroki Agency” was all the sign said. You’d never heard of it, but it looked like some type of law firm or plain old office building.

“You want to check this out?” You questioned skeptically.

“No.” Dabi said, his gaze unwavering, never leaving the sign. You watched him, knowing that you were being lied to, just not understanding why. You debated pushing the issue, but Dabi walked off, pulling you along behind him, and you decided to let it go for now.

You ended up stumbling into a small festival, and wandered around there until the sun set. Then you made your way up to a hilltop, sitting alone together, watching fireworks light up the night sky.

“Hey Dabi?” You asked quietly, and he hummed in response.

“Say someone carved something into your tomb. Like now, after all of this time, what would happen?” You asked, trying to make your voice stay steady and calm.

“Hm? Why? You thinking about spending eternity with me?” He chuckled, shooting you a wink as his hand reached up, ghosting across your cheek, pushing stray hairs behind your ear.

“Something like that.” You mumbled, biting your cheek.

“Things that are added to the walls of the tomb are yours. I don’t think time changes that. If it’s marked, it will find you in the afterlife. Though, I don’t know how we’ll get you back in there, it seemed like they were getting it closed up when we left. I doubt you can just waltz back in-“

“No, it’s not that,” you cut him off, silencing him, “I already did that.” You waved your hand and he shot you an amused look.

“Oh? Did you now?” He pressed, leaning into your side with a smirk.

“When did you decide you wanted to spend forever with me?” He teased, fingers pinching your cheek. You huffed and smacked his hand away, turning your head to the side to hide your blush.

“The last day I was in the tomb! I added my name to the wall...is that...is that okay?” You started off strong with a pout, but finished quietly, anxiety flickering inside.

He pushed you back to lay flat on the ground while he climbed over top of you. His gaze was gentle as he stared down, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose and then brought his mouth lower.

“There is nothing that I want more than to have you with me. In this life and the next.” He whispered against your lips.

“What about the baby?” You said, your voice hushed.

“Once they are born, their name must be added to the tomb in order to come with us. The afterlife is linked to this one, a continuation, so once you have given birth, the child is no longer connected to your lifespan, and their name will have to be added. ” He said thoughtfully. He saw your brow crease with worry.

“We’ll figure it out, doll. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead and then crawled backwards, gripping the bottom of your shirt and pushing it up to kiss your stomach as well.

You had tried many times to imagine him as some ancient warrior, attacking cities and taking lives, but moments like these made it so easy to forget. The soft kisses on your stomach, his gentle touch on your skin, his eyes so tender and raw, full of warmth and love. He was a big softie, at least for you.

Happiness looked good on him. You were glad you had been able to help give him that. He was more thankful for it than you could ever possibly know.

Dabi lifted his weight from you, leaning back into a sitting position. He offered a hand to you and pulled you up with ease.

A cold breeze rolled past the both of you as you sat together in silence. The festival had ended, and all that was left was a peaceful quiet. It was dark, no lights around other than what the moon offered to you. It cast a gentle glow onto Dabi, bathing his skin in shades of cool.

The hilltop you were sat on was a bit out of the way, and it was surrounded by trees. You had found a nice clearing at the top, and it had allowed you privacy.

Dabi stood, saying he was ready to head back to the hotel, but you weren’t. You reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him.

“Wait! Just...not yet.” You bit you’re lip. He cocked a brow, watching you with interest.

“Alright, what do you wanna do then, princess?”

“You.” You said as your face flushed, though you doubted he could see it in the darkness. You didn’t know if it was the pregnancy, but your hormones had been crazy all day. All you could think about was him.

Your hands reached forward and undid his belt, before unbuttoning his pants. You pulled them, along with his boxers, down his thighs.

“Shit, it’s cold out.” He muttered to himself, reaching forward to give himself a few good pumps.

You pushed his hand away and took him into your mouth. Your eyes peered up, watching him throw his head back with a hiss. His hand made its way into your hair, pressing you further onto him.

Your tongue dragged against his length as you bobbed your head, feeling every vein as you went.

He turned his gaze back on you and grinned wickedly, forcing you as far on him as he could, making you gag around him. His hand in your hair tightened, and he moved his hips rapidly, fucking your face. You moaned at the feeling, drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. You pulled you head back with a cough, trying to send him a glare, though you knew it was probably too muddled with lust.

Dabi always took care of you, but for once, you wanted to be in control. You grabbed behind his knees roughly, making him stumble back and fall to the ground. He was sitting with his legs spread, leaning back bracing his weight on his palms.

“What the hell?” He grumbled, giving you a glare. You smiled, crawling forward between his legs while shooting him a sly smile and a wink.

Dabi raised his eyebrows and smirked as you slowly lowered yourself to take him back in your mouth. You pushed your lips to the base of his cock before pulling back up and off with a pop. You gripped him in your hand and pumped while sliding your tongue along the underside of his shaft.

“Taste good, sweetheart?” He grinned, and you moaned around him as you sucked his tip back between your lips. He thrust his hips upward only for you to press on his thighs, pushing them back to the ground.

You sat up and pulled off your coat, setting it beside you only for Dabi to grab it and slide it behind him, resting his palms against it rather than the cold ground.

You lifted your shirt, pulling it over your head and let it drop beside you. Dabi’s gaze was intense as he watched you.

You reached behind your back, unclasping your bra and letting it slide down your arms to the ground.

He reached forward, pinching one of your hardened buds between his fingers. He pulled, tugging your breast, and then releasing to watch it bounce.

You stood and kicked off your shoes, and then unbuttoned your pants and let them fall to your feet. Dabi leaned forward, his hands gripping your thighs and pulling you toward him. Your feet were planted on either side of his hips and he pressed himself between your legs, running his tongue along your covered slit. You moaned, and your hips bucked into his mouth.

“You’re feeling pretty bold today, huh?” He asked, before biting and sucking the skin of your inner thigh. You raked your fingers through his hair, and then tilted his head back up to look at you. You slid your hand down to his cheek and pressed your thumb between his lips. He flicked his tongue against it and bit it gently. You pulled your thumb away, dragging it against his lower lip, before stepping back and hooking your fingers in your panties, turning your back towards him as you swiftly pulled them down.

While you were bent over, you reached your hand between your legs, running your fingers along your wet folds and spread yourself open, before pulling your hand back. You turned and saw his face flushed as he watched, as if in a trance.

His reaction eased your rattled nerves. Your stomach had been doing flips, and you felt out of place trying to be provocative.

You sauntered back to him and sank to your knees over his lap. Your hand reached behind his head, gripping the hair above the nape of his neck, and you pulled his head back, forcing him to look up at you as your lips met his.

Your teeth pulled at his lip and your tongue pushed into his mouth, rubbing against his. You dropped your hips and rocked them on his throbbing erection and he moaned into your mouth. You couldn’t stop your smile, and he sucked your tongue into his mouth, biting it as he smiled back.

You reached between your bodies and grabbed him, and then lowered yourself onto him slowly. You moaned at the feeling of him stretching you, sliding down until he was completely sheathed inside of you.

Dabi kissed you gently, and then wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace. His chin rested on your shoulder, and for a moment you were confused as to why he had switched gears, until he spoke.

“Play times over, doll.” He grunted.

His hands moved down to grab your hips with bruising pressure. He quickly leaned back and planted his feet on the ground, ramming his length feeling inside of you and he slammed his pelvis up. You yelped, your hands planted firmly on his chest to keep yourself steady from falling.

He plowed into you from below and you moaned loudly, caught off guard.

He pushed your weight to the side, rolling you beneath him as he grinned down at you, his eyes dark with mischief.

You bit your lip to keep quiet and pressed against his chest, trying to push him off of you. He grabbed your wrists in his hand and pinned them over your head.

“Dabi! Let me-ahhh-let me go!” You hissed in pleasure, squirming under him.

“Sorry, princess. No can do.” He grunted, pushing himself all the way inside and then grinding his hips.

You moaned loudly, about to argue when you were cut off by a voice in the distance.

“Hello? Is someone up there?”

You and Dabi froze, exchanging a look of panic.

“Hello?” The voice called again, and you could hear sticks breaking as they walked. They were close.

Dabi had released your hands and pulled out of you, and you quickly reached for your shirt, when Dabi’s firm grip on your arms stopped you.

He pulled you up so you sat with your back to his chest. You glanced back at him in confusion and caught the glint in his eye.

“Dabi, no!” You scolded in as quiet of a whisper as you could. You tried to wriggle from his grasp to no avail.

His hands reached under your thighs and lifted you, sliding you back onto his cock. His hands gripped your arms and held them behind your back, forcing your chest to stick out as he thrust into you again.

You could hear the footsteps getting closer and you bit your lip to stay quiet, praying no sounds would escape you.

Dabi slid his tongue along the rim of your ear, chuckling darkly as he whispered about being caught.

His hold on your arms forced your back to arch, your breasts pushed forward and jiggling with every thrust. Your face was flushed with embarrassment and your heart was pounding at both the fear and the thrill of being caught.

He released you and reclined back, keeping one hand on your hip to hold you to him.

You tried to stand but he swatted your ass and you dropped back onto him immediately as the sound of the smack rang into the night.

“Ride me. Just like that.” He whispered.

“But...what if he comes up here?” You hissed quietly.

“Don’t stop. Just keep going baby.” He said and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Is anybody up there?” The voice called again as you slowly began moving. You leaned forward and Dabi reached his hands to spread your cheeks. You were about to try your luck at running when you were rewarded with Dabi’s low moan. You steeled you’re nerves and kept going, trying to block out the thought of the person walking up the hill.

“That’s right baby. Just like that.” Dabi whispered his quiet praise. You bounced and rocked on him, pressing yourself down so you could feel him deep inside of you. A moan slipped through your lips before you could stop it, and when you glanced up your eyes locked with a man in shock peering back.

You stuttered in your movements, your pace slowing.

“What did I say?” Dabi grunted. “Just keep going.”

And with that he took hold of your arms again and started his quick thrusting back into you. You were mortified, loud cries tumbling from your mouth as you shut your eyes.

You heard a quiet “oh.” And opened your eyes to see the man still watching with interest.

“Touch yourself.” Dabi demanded, letting go of one of your arms.

“He’s watching.” You whispered, your voice shaking.

“I don’t care. Don’t think about him. Think about me!” He growled. Your fingers moved to rub your clit, and it quickly became to much. You threw your head back in a silent scream as you came. When you looked forward, the man was gone, and Dabi cursed as you slumped exhausted.

He pushed you onto your hands and knees and reached around to rub your clit more as he fucked you from behind.

You cried out, tears falling from your eyes at the overstimulation, and your hips jerked with every movement.

“Almost there. Almost there baby. Fuck!” Dabi grunted as he finished. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against your back and panted.

Your arms shook under your weight, threatening to give out. Dabi pulled you back and you relaxed against him.

“You’re the worst.” You grunted and he laughed.

“You’re the one who stripped down on top of a hill.” He teased, peppering your cheek with kisses.

“I was trying to be sexy.” You pouted, and he nuzzled against your neck.

“You always are.”

You huffed, crossing your arms, red staining your cheeks.

“I love you.” He said with a smile kissing below your ear. You hummed, twisting in his hold and kissing his chin.

“I love you too, perv.”

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You made it back to the hotel with little issue, and stripped quickly to take a dip in the water outside. Dabi joined you, and you relaxed under the stars together for most of the night.

When you finished, you made your way inside and crawled into bed together. As you laid there, your head resting on Dabi’s chest, you thought back to the agency that had sparked an interest with Dabi.

“Hey.” You started, rolling on your stomach and propping yourself up on your hand.

“Hey.” Dabi said back, lifting his hand to brush the hair from your face.

“Why did you want to come to Japan?” You questioned, trying to keep your tone innocent. You saw something flicker in Dabi’s eyes, it happened so quickly you almost missed it.

“I saw it on TV, I thought it looked nice. Something we’d both enjoy.” He answered.

“Was there anything you wanted to do? I’ve just been dragging you around the whole time. I figure, we head back home in three days. If there’s something you want to do, we should do it soon.” You said with a smile, pressing a kiss to his chest.

He was tense, but he smiled back and nodded, breathing out a sigh and letting his body relax.

“Right now, I want to sleep. How about we make plans over breakfast? My treat.” He smiled. You rolled your eyes, snuggling back into his side.

“You don’t have any money.” You grumbled, and he laughed.

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You ordered breakfast from the hotels kitchen and ate in your room. You were laying on the bed naked while Dabi fed you fruits.

“This is a fantasy of mine.” You said with your mouth full.

“Is it?” He shot back amused.

“Mhmm. You’re like my peasant boy.” You grinned and Dabi snorted, shoving another grape in your mouth.

“Eat up, your highness.” He smirked.

You laughed as you chewed, rolling over to wrap your arms around Dabi’s waist as your head rested on the mattress beside him. His hand reached over and rubbed your back and you sighed, content.

“Did you think about what you want to do?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah. The Tokyo Skytree. You want to go?” He asked.

“What is it?” You asked, sitting up beside him and leaning into his warmth.

“It’s a tower.” He said vaguely.

“Okay, I mean yeah, we can go. Anything you want.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you hopped off the bed to go get dressed.

You left shortly after, taking a train and walking the rest of the distance. When you arrived you stood in awe for a moment, it was so tall!

You read a plaque at the entrance, finding it was the tallest tower in the world. You smiled, grabbing Dabi’s hand and pulled him along with you.

Eventually, you reached the observation deck that was 450 meters high. You walked to the rails and looked out through the windows.

“So neat. I can see everything from up here.” You commented quietly. Dabi approached behind you, gripping the rails on either side of you and rested his head on yours. You leaned into him and he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

You both stood there, taking in the view for a while.

Eventually, you left and traveled around. You stopped at shrines and convinced Dabi to eat at a cat cafe. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen, and you snapped a lot of photos secretly.

At sunset, you held hands strolling aimlessly through the city. You had wanted to wait, but your mind was nagging at you that something wasn’t right, and it just wasn’t sitting well with you.

“Dabi, why did you want to come here?” You asked, worry gnawing at you.

“I told you, I saw something on-“

“No. The truth.” You said, cutting him off. He bit his tongue and then sighed, telling you he’d explain at the hotel.

The train ride was silent, and you made it back quickly and sat side by side in bed. Finally Dabi began.

“You remember how I told you that at the end, I killed my father and my brother killed me?”

“I do.” You said.

“They’re alive.” Dabi said, casting you a glance.

“Huh? How do you know?” You shot him a worried look.

“I caught wind of it in the afterlife. They found a way to be resurrected, and they came here. The Todoroki Agency is theirs. It was the reason I had wanted you to bring me back to this world when we first met.”

You sat silently for a moment. Processing. You didn’t question that Dabi loved you. You knew he did. You could understand why he had lied, you supposed. You figured he didn’t want to come here just to chat. His life was built around revenge, and he hated his father. You thought that the world would be a better place without that man in it. That he should have stayed dead.

“Okay, so what’s the plan?” You sighed, taking in Dabi’s look of shock.

“You’re not mad?” He asked bewildered.

“I’m not happy about the lying, but we’re here now and whatever you’re planning, there’s nothing I can do to stop you, right?” You asked, and he nodded, his brow furrowed.

“Then I’ll have to support you. So, what are we doing?” You asked again.

“No. There is no we. You’ll stay here while I deal with this.” He said, his tone firm as he stood from the bed.

“No way! I’m not letting you go alone, I’m coming-“

“No!” Dabi yelled, his fist hitting the wall beside him.

“You’re not getting involved.” He growled, and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“I’m already involved!” You shot back and Dabi groaned, clutching his head with his hands.

“You’re not going to have any part in this.” He said, standing up and uncovering his face.

Your fists smacked the bed beside you.

“Why won’t you-“

“IM TRYING TO PROTECT YOU!” He yelled in your face, cutting you off.

“I don’t need-“

“YOU DO! You are pregnant with MY child. You are the only fucking thing that has ever mattered to me and I’m not going to risk losing you! I LOVE YOU.” Dabi yelled, his voice cracking. His eyes were bloodshot, and you knew if he could, he would be crying.

Your eyes watered in response, and you grabbed him, pulling him into you. Your arms held him tightly against you and you pressed kisses along his face while his hands clutched your sides.

“I can’t lose you.” He whispered and his chest heaved.

“What if you don’t come back? I can’t do this without you.” You said quietly, tears falling silently down your cheeks.

Dabi pulled back and looked at you. His hands cupped your face and his thumbs brushed away the tears.

“I’ll come back.” He promised, but you shook your head.

“You don’t know that!” You sobbed, shutting your eyes.

Dabi leaned his forehead against yours, his thumbs still stroking your cheeks. You placed your hands over his and opened your eyes, meeting his pained gaze.

“Please don’t leave me.”

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The Tomb (Dabi x f!Reader) - Part Six

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Christmas was two weeks away, so you spent much of your time teaching Dabi about your world, hoping that when he was around your family, nothing would seem amiss. You figured everything would be fine as long as he had a general understanding of most things, though you doubted they’d believe he was a reanimated corpse from ancient times, anyways.

He had handled himself just fine with your team at work, even befriending a few of them. However, the topics that were brought up mainly revolved around the tomb or daily life, and Dabi at least was a bit more familiar with the culture there than here.

Your story would be that he worked on your team and was rather new. He had a vast knowledge on the ancient times, and so you had met while calling him in to help deciphering artifacts and old text.

By this point, he had a decent enough inventory of topics he could speak on fairly well. It wasn’t great, but your parents only knew the basics of conversation in the language, so hopefully you could pass it off as communication errors and use the excuse of language barriers to translate for him.

In the meantime, though, you tried to teach him as quickly as you could. Television helped a lot, he spent a good amount of time flipping through channels and trying to absorb what he saw, asking questions as he went.

While he did that, you kept yourself busy buying him Christmas presents. You had explained the holiday to him, and he had seemed happy about it, though he knew he wouldn’t be able to reciprocate much. You had stashed the gifts for him in your spare room, excited for his first Christmas.

You let him decorate the house with you, and you were glad to see him having fun with it. You had been very entertained when you plopped a Santa hat on his head and he looked in the mirror, seeming almost offended by it. But moments later, he was running around the house with it on, continuing the tasks you had given him without a care in the world. He had even thrown out a “Ho ho ho!” when he brought you garland from the other room, but he had stomped away, his face flushed, when you had doubled over laughing at the unexpected catchphrase.

On Christmas Eve, you had dressed him up in warm clothes and dragged him from the house and into town. Dabi was adjusted to the cold from the desert nights, but he was still thankful for the warm layers you wrapped him in.

He hid the bottom of his face in a scarf, the rest of his damaged skin covered other than under his eyes. He felt better that way. When he was alone with you, he felt confident. You looked at him like he was perfect. Flawless. But the stares he got when he left the house made him uncomfortable. It wasn’t fear like he had become accustomed to, but rather pity and sadness. He hated it.

You led him to a horse drawn carriage they had set up in the town square. Since it was Christmas Eve, it wasn’t too busy out, and you were thankful to be able to get in quickly.

You climbed in first and Dabi made himself comfortable at your side, his arm wrapping behind your back to hold you close to him. He thought the small lights that decorated the trees were beautiful, making them look like they were full of stars, as was the pond that reflected them, that the carriage circled. He had never felt so relaxed. He spent his whole life fighting to survive, but the time you were in seemed like it held no real threats or danger.

The society he remembered had crumbled and the world had moved on. It satisfied him to know there had been change.

As the ride came to an end, Dabi got out and helped you down. You held hands as you pulled him over near a small cafe stand and grabbed you both some hot chocolate. You had learned that Dabi loved it, and aside from wine, it was a very requested drink with him.

You passed by small shops in the town square, Dabi was looking at the world around you while you window-shopped. You had finished all of your shopping, and the food to bring to your brothers for Christmas dinner was already made.

You felt Dabi still and his grip tightened on your hand. Your attention was dragged away from the shop windows and you saw his eyes wide in amazement.

You followed his gaze to see what had surprised him when you began cheering, excitement bursting though you.

“Look Dabi! It’s snowing!” You exclaimed while throwing your hands up, all but skipping out into the snow and giving a little twirl.

Dabi laughed at your childlike behavior, but followed you out from the covers hanging over the store fronts to feel the snow on his skin. He held his hands out, feeling the frozen droplets against his warm palms. You hummed as you spun around, your tongue peeking out to catch the snowflakes on it, and Dabi felt his chest tighten, something he noticed would happen now almost every time he looked at you. You stopped spinning and your eyes landed on him, bright with mirth, as you grinned.

Dabi wasn’t very sentimental, really. He had very few times in his life that he would consider carefree. However, these small moments with you, full of joy and warmth, he would forever keep in his heart.

You ran to him and hugged him, pressing against him as you babbled on about luck and a white christmas. While he wasn’t completely sure of what you meant, he could see that you were happy, so he figured it must be good.

You finished the walk home, getting inside and tugging off your coat to replace it with a soft knit blanket that you threw over both you and Dabi as you sat together on your sofa. The silence was comfortable, and you relaxed into his side just enjoying being with him, until you glanced up and saw the clock on your wall. You decided that you had waited long enough.

“Hey Dabi, you remember how I told you that you give gifts on Christmas?” You asked, and he nodded.

“Okay, good! I’ll be right back, you wait here!” You said giggling as you flung the blanket off of you and sprang up from the couch to run upstairs.

Dabi sat, still cozy underneath your blanket, waiting for you. A few moments later, he watched you come back down the stairs, pretty and colorful bags filling your hands. You sat them on the ground at his feet. His eyes were wide as he realized all of these were the ‘presents’ you had mentioned, and that they were probably all for him. His eyes flicked to your reddened face.

“Is it too much? It’s too much, isn’t it?” You groaned, your hands cupping your cheeks in embarrassment.

Dabi shook his head at you, a smile reaching his lips that he couldn’t stop.

“Is this...all for me?” He asked, his voice barely a whisper.

You nodded eagerly, pulling gifts from the bag to sit beside him and push into his hands.

You watched him as he held the gifts, twisting and turning them in his hold, admiring the paper and ribbons that decorated them. You had definitely went a bit overboard, but your family didn’t exchange presents, so you weren’t too concerned with the cost. Beyond that, it was Dabi’s first Christmas and you wanted him to have a good time. He didn’t have a lot of possessions, coming to your world with nothing, and he usually wasn’t overly accepting of gifts on a normal basis. You had tried many times to get him to pick things out for himself, but he would always shrug it off, saying he was fine. He only really asked for things he needed, and those requests were rare. But this was a holiday, an occasion where you were meant to give and receive. Surely, he would allow you to spoil him just this once.

He started opening the gifts, working his way through the pile, holding each item delicately as if it were porcelain.

At the end, you took and discarded all of the wrapping paper, taking it to your trash can in the kitchen. When you turned around, you found Dabi standing close behind you.

“Did I do okay? Do you like them?” You asked hopeful, but nervous.

Dabi pulled you to him and kissed you deeply. His hands held you firm against him, the action warming your heart and making your stomach flutter.

He pulled back slightly to whisper a “yes” and “thank you” against your lips before leaning in again.

You hoped the dinner with your family would go just as smoothly.

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The next morning, you woke up alone. You rubbed your eyes and groaned, pushing yourself out of bed and going to search for Dabi.

You found him at your kitchen table, hunched over, blocking whatever he was doing from your view.

“Good morning.” You mumbled, walking closer as his head whipped up to look at you over his shoulder.

“Stay there.” He demanded and faced forward again.

You were too groggy to argue, holding up your hands in defeat as you leaned against the door frame, watching his back as you yawned.

A few minutes later, he stepped to the side and turned to stare at your face. He looked apprehensive but excited, and you held a poker face as you stared at a torn up trash bag, some scraps of wrapping paper, and a discarded bow in a pile on the table.

You looked at him, but his expression hadn’t shifted, other than the small hint of worry that had appeared.

You looked back at the table and stepped forward, glancing down at the mess and furrowed you’re brow, the gears turning in your half asleep and foggy mind. Was this...a present?

You looked to him from the side and then reached for the gift, pulling the pile apart. You found one of your picture frames face down on the table, but when you picked it up and turned it towards you, you saw he had replaced it with a photo that you two had taken shortly before leaving the excavation sight.

It was a picture of you sitting on the steps of the tomb. You were laughing, with Dabi behind you, his arms around your waist and his chin plopped on top of your head, shooting a goofy grin at the camera.

Your gaze softened at it and your thumb stroked the glass over his face as you smiled gently. Dabi sighed in relief at your reaction, the tension leaving his shoulders as he relaxed, glad that you were happy with it.

He didn’t go into town without you. Between too many unfamiliar things and the language barrier, it would be too hard for him he figured, but after you had given him so much last night, he wanted to give you something in return.

One of the diggers you worked with had developed the photo and given it to him on the day of your departure, and he had held onto it, waiting for a good time to give it to you.

You turned to him, pulling him into a hug as your head rested against his chest, holding him tight in your embrace. You leaned up to kiss his nose, and then brushed your lips across his cheek.

“Thank you, I love it.” You whispered in his ear, and he felt his heart speed up as blood rushed to his cheeks. He closed his eyes, pressing himself tighter against you. His nose burrowed in the crook of your neck, and he kissed your skin softly.

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Soon you were both getting ready, and then loading your car to head to the family dinner.

Dabi noted how sour your mood had become, the way your shoulders were tense as you drove, knuckles white gripping the steering wheel.

“You don’t want to go.” Dabi commented. It didn’t sound like a question, but you answered anyways.

“No. Well, it’s not that. It’s just...weird, I guess. I’m excited to see them, but at the same time, it’s always like I’m an outsider. Which, I get it. I’m gone a lot. But it always just feels awkward. Plus, everyone is coming this year, so I just know something is going to happen. When everyone is under one roof, there’s bound to be at least one argument. Hopefully, this year they get off my back about marriage at least.” You finished with a laugh. Dabi nodded.

“Youll be able to tell them that soon you’ll be my wife.” Dabi agreed, his tone very matter-of-fact, but his words still made you flush.

“Yeah, I can tell them that.” You said softly, your expression tender.

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Dabi was glad when the car finally came to a stop. Driving made him nauseous, and he hated that it was so frequent here in this time.

You grabbed the food from the backseat, and made your way up the street to your brothers house, Dabi following behind. He stood off to the side, nervous hands pulling at his sweater as you knocked on the door. You heard muffled yelling and a second later, your brother answered, throwing open the door to step out and pull you into a hug.

“Well, look who finally decided to come for a visit. About time you got here. Everyone’s inside. Oh, and I brought my friend too, the one from college who always thought you were cute.” He laughed as he pulled back, only then noticing Dabi standing off to your side.

“Oh, uh...who’s this?”

“Dabi, my fiancé.” You smiled, your head tilting to the side as you beamed and your brother choked.

“Your WHAT?” He gawked.

“You heard me, didnt mom tell you I was bringing someone?” You laughed, lifting a brow skeptically.

“No...but I mean...he’s so....really? HIM?” He asked, looking Dabi up and down, his face grimacing.

“Yes, him.” You sneered back, stepping beside Dabi, bracing the food in one hand so the other could reach out and grab his, intertwining your fingers together.

Your brother looked between the two of you before he sighed and rubbed his face. He offered a greeting to Dabi, and you informed your brother about the language barrier. He groaned out a hello so Dabi could understand, and then quickly turned to go inside.

Dabi’s nerves were shot. He couldn’t understand the verbal interaction that had just taken place, but he already knew how it went. The body language and facial expressions were enough to tell him exactly what your brother thought of him, and he anticipated he’d get the same reaction from the rest of your family.

He was torn between wanting to leave before it got worse, and the desire to march you inside and bend you over the table, giving your family a show while rubbing it in their faces that he was who you wanted, just to spite them.

He was torn from his dilemma as you squeezed his hand, your finger rubbing his knuckles in both an apology and an attempt at comfort, as you led him inside. He clenched his jaw, but allowed himself to be pulled along behind you.

The rest of your family greeted you, running up to get hugs and kisses, telling you how much they had missed you and how beautiful you looked. One by one, you saw their expressions falter as they noticed Dabi behind you, all offering similar reactions to the one your brother had given. They were just so rude. So unapologetically rude. You felt the anger stirring in you, but tried to calm it, hoping it was just from shock, but that the rest of the evening would get better.

After the awkward greeting with your family, Dabi had found a seat by himself, and your brothers cat had immediately climbed into his lap. He said he’d be fine while you dropped the food off in the other room, shooing you away while his gaze wandered down to the cat, a lazy grin on his face. You figured it would be okay, as your family seemed content to avoid him, so you gave a weak smile and nod, telling him you’d be right back, before heading out of the room. You made your way to the kitchen, setting the tray of food on the counter. You sighed, trying to force the negativity from you as you took a moment to just breathe. A hand rubbed your back and your head quickly turned, seeing your brothers friend behind you.

“Don’t beat yourself up, babe. It can only get better from here, right?” He offered, his tone nonchalant.

“Hello to you to, Keigo.” You sighed, stepping away from him, trying to put some distance between the two of you.

You folded your arms across your chest as you stared at him, leaning your hip into the counter. You didn’t have anything against him, in fact, he was probably the only friend of your brothers that you had ever gotten along with. But, he was a shameless flirt, and as charming as he could be, you just weren’t in the mood to deal with it right now.

“Your brother didn’t mention you were bringing a date. I’m not going to lie, I’m a little crushed.” He pouted, putting his hand over his heart.

You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself off the counter and heading for the door.

“Well, guess that’s how it goes. You win some and you lose some, right?” You shrugged. Just as you reached the door, about to push it open, he called out.

“Hey, if you change your mind or your...whatever he is, doesn’t work out,” he started, sauntering up behind you until he was pressed against your back, “just know I’m here.” He finished, his hot breath sweeping across your neck.

“Don’t hold your breath, bird brain.” You scoffed, pushing open the door.

Keigo chuckled behind you, following you out as he muttered the word “feisty”. You held back the urge to roll your eyes again as you made your way over to Dabi.

He looked up and smiled as you approached.

“At least someone here likes me,” he commented as his hand stroked the cat sleeping peacefully in his lap.

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Dinner was tense. Your father and his wife stayed silent for the most part, making offhanded comments to themselves, casting quick glances between you and Dabi.

Your brother and Keigo tried to make small talk with the family, pretty much ignoring Dabi entirely.

Your mother just gawked the whole time at him, flinching every time their eyes met.

Your step father and half-siblings were really the only saving grace.

Your stepfather tried to talk with Dabi using the bits of the language he knew, and what he couldn’t say, he asked you about. How you had met, work, your plans. Dabi was thankful for him. Your half-siblings lacked boundaries, asking Dabi a lot of things he couldn’t understand, but they chatted away to him without a care in the world. When they noticed his confused face, they’d pull imagines up on their phones or try to gesture things to him. He was just as lost, but he’d smile and nod just to get them to continue, welcoming the distraction.

Eventually, Dabi asked to go to the bathroom and you pointed him in the direction. You offered to go with him, but he shook his head, telling you he would be right back.

The second he was gone, everyone’s eyes were on you.

“What?” You asked, your mouth full of mashed potatoes.

“Look, we all know you’ve been away from home, you’re single and lonely, I’m sure. And I know I’ve been pressuring you for a while to be with someone, but, you know, it doesn’t have to be just anyone.” Your mother said dryly, taking a sip of wine.

“Me being with him has nothing to do with you.” You frowned, not liking where this was going.

“Come on, sis. Keigo’s got money, he’s got looks and charm. Rumor has it that he’s great in bed, too.” You brother threw out with a wink.

“You date him them.” You shot back with a glare.

“He came all this way to see you, and you’re not even gonna spare him a glance?” Your brother chided, with Keigo awkwardly waving to you from beside him, a lopsided smile gracing his face.

“Why would I? I’m with Dabi. He makes me happy, and he’s a good guy. I get that you guys are shallow, but he’s who I want.” You sneered, anger boiling inside that you were struggling to hold back once more.

“Oh come on. You want HIM? I can hardly look at him, I don’t know how you could stand waking up every morning to that.” Your fathers wife chimed in.

“I don’t really care what you can and can’t stand looking at, you frigid bitch.” You snapped, seeing red.

Your father raised from his seat.

“You will not speak to your mother that way, and you will stop this foolishness. You are not going to continue playing around with that boy. Send him back to wherever he came from, because it’s over.” Your father spoke sternly.

“First of all, that lady isn’t my mother. I hardly even know her. Second, Dabi isn’t going anywhere.” You said, rising from your seat as well.

“You will not be with him. I will not allow it. I forbid it!” Your father yelled, his face red as the veins stood out on his forehead and neck.

“Like hell you do! I’m going to marry him and there’s nothing you can say or do to stop me!” You yelled back.

“You’re not marrying that boy and that’s final!” He growled back.

“I can and I will! I’ll be damned if any of you are going to tell me how to live my life!” Your fist smashed down onto the table, shattering your glass beneath it as you shouted.

“If you don’t stop this right now, consider yourself disowned!” Your father spit out, his heated gaze on your face. The rest of your family was quiet, shooting glances between the two of you.

“Well that’s fine by me! If you really cared about me, you’d want me to be happy.”

“I do want you to be happy. We all do. That’s why I won’t allow you to throw your life away on that charity case.” You father said, rubbing his temples.

“You don’t even know him! You hardly even know me!” You called back exasperated, unsure if you wanted to laugh or cry. You were in hysterics, waving your bleeding hand as you spoke. You mom stood, drawing your attention away from your father as she gave her opinion as well.

“Honey, I love you and I want you to be happy. You’re my baby and I want what’s best for you, but that man...Dabi...he’s just so...so damaged. I just can’t understand why you are so dead set on being with him.” She spoke softly, but her tone sounded like she was scolding you and you hit your breaking point. You screamed.

“Because I love him!”

You had failed to notice that Dabi had returned, paused in the doorway listening. On your last sentence, you had unknowingly yelled in your second language, providing Dabi with the only words exchanged that he could understand.

He didn’t know what was said before, but he could guess. He decided then that he hated your family. Partly, because they had judged him so harshly, but also because he’d never seen you so worked up. So angry.

You turned away from them and your eyes landed on Dabi. You marched from the table, grabbing his hand as you led him outside. He couldn’t lie, he felt a twisted sense of pride. You’d fought for him, challenged your family for him. You had bled for him. It was the first time you had said you loved him.

You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. He would burn the world to ash if you asked him to. You were his, and he was yours. In his life, he had never known love, but he knew it now. It was you.

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The drive home was silent. You had shifted from anger to something else. Disappointment? Maybe. Sadness? A bit.

You were hurt. Stunned by the cruel reactions from your family. You imaged some friction, sure. But not like that. This was something else entirely.

What was supposed to be a happy day had turned sour, and you were bitter.

When you pulled into your driveway, you shut off the car and just leaned back and sighed, closing your eyes. You felt warmth on your thigh, and cracked open an eye to see Dabi resting his hand there for comfort, while he blankly stared out the window at the snow covered ground.

“I’m sorry.” He said, his voice low. The silence had given him enough time to think on it. His pride fading when he realized your relationship with your family, that was already strained, was now probably permanently damaged because of him.

“No, don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong. I’m sorry. I am so sorry, Dabi. You didn’t deserve any of that.” You said, voice cracking as you rested your hand atop his.

He looked at you and saw the tears in your eyes, along with the few that escaped down your cheeks. He wondered how many more you would shed for him. Because of him.

You got out of the car and made your way inside. He followed you to the bathroom, and you climbed into the bath together, where Dabi just held you for a while. He had no real experience comforting someone, but he figured if he was going to try for anyone, it was you.

When you got out, you both put on pajamas and headed down to the living room to watch a movie.

When it ended, you untangled yourself from him and the blanket was quickly thrown off of you as you pushed yourself up from the couch to stand, a faint “oh, i almost forgot” leaving you as you scurried off.

You returned a moment later holding a small rectangular box, much like the ones he had found in your room that held your jewelry. You held it out to him, a small smile painted on your face. He took it carefully and you plopped down beside him on the couch again.

You leaned into his shoulder as his hands roamed over the box.

“It’s another Christmas gift.” You said softly. He paused.

“No, you’ve already given me enough.” He said holding the box out to you stubbornly.

You gently pushed it back towards him.

“Open it.” You said.

He sighed, pulling off the lid to stare at the contents of the box with confusion.

“I don’t know what this is.” He said, picking it up and inspecting it.

“I’m pregnant.” You whispered, hiding your face in his shoulder. His whole body stiffened, his eyes glued to the white stick he held in his hand.

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