#I look at dabi and think about how he’s someone’s dumb fucking son

[yugiohz]

that’s her baby

#I drew this with my HEART #which is why it’s so wobbly we’ll whatever #I look at dabi and think about how he’s someone’s dumb fucking son #🥺🐥🥴💗 #bnha #todoroki touya #todoroki rei #dabi #sketches

[tteokdoroki]

— “SHARING IS CARING + DABI/TOUYA TODOROKI.” ft. shoto todoroki.

author’s note(s): i havent written in days bc ive been working on other things but here’s this bc i am a whore. btw reader and shoto are third years/18 in this so hold onto your wigs lol.

warning(s): mdni, 18+. smut, dark content, dub-con, manipulation, cheating, choking, breath play, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, voyerism kinda, corruption!kink, virginity loss, degradation. characters aged up to 18. fem!reader.

touya todoroki has always been better than his brothers, at everything. praised from a young age for his powerful abilities, handsome face and charming smile— touya is the todoroki family’s prized gem. the favourite, prodigy son. the one who always gets what he wants. of course, until precious shoto todoroki arrives.

shoto, the undeniably gorgeous boy with dual chrome eyes and hair to match— an aloofness about him that draws everyone in, especially at school where he excels and wears himself at the top of his class in U.A academy. now; he’s everyone’s favourite boy, endeavour’s, his mother’s and yours. you, the sweet and innocent little girl who lives about two blocks away. the whole neighbourhood knows who you are, the apples of your cheeks stretched into a darling smile, that’s sometimes etched with an air of shyness when someone compliments you on how pretty you are.

you have doe eyes that watch shoto with such awe because you’re so impressed by what he can do, because you love how kindly he treats you and how he protects you from hungry stares belonging to others. touya finds your innocence annoying; the first time his younger brother brings you for dinner. the way you stutter over your words when speaking with rei or enji and how hide behind shoto whenever the eldest enters the room.

but you’re nice to look at, he can see why his pest of a younger sibling keeps you around. does shoto realise how far your skirt rides up over your ass whenever you bend over? how your thighs resembling pillows spill over the tops of your school socks? and how your lips are always so bitten and cherry red— everything about you is so fuckable.

and like i said, touya todoroki always gets what he wants.

“i’m better than him, aren’t i sweetness? you like the way this cock fucks you. c’mon, tell me how good i make you feel.”

touya doesn’t really need an answer, especially when it’s unlikely that he’ll get one from you. pretty little girl, sweet ass up in the air and raw from the onslaught of spanks he’d given you earlier. your cunt shines with a slickness he so proudly knows that he’s caused and your hole puckers around nothing— so eager to be filled by the eldest todoroki’s cock. “t-touya, need you. p-please...” you babble, clawing at his black linen sheets, already stained with nectar from your leaky cunny.

oh you’re so good, so nice for him when you’re fucked dumb and on the edge of frustration— you say just what he wants to hear, so eager to please that you’d beg him for days if it meant you’d get your pussy abused and used. “that’s right little girl, you need me, right? ‘cause lil sho can’t take you the way i do. you need me to show you what it’s like to feel good.”

touya lives for the way your hips jump back from just his dirty words alone, clit pushing deliciously against the tip of his length— you’re so cute when you want it. when you wanna be fucked by an older, more experienced dick. you know that touya has what shoto doesn’t. you know you can always rely on him to make you cum when shoto can’t.

any decent older brother would feel bad for taking advantage of his sibling’s girl, but touya has a point to prove. he’ll always be the better todoroki, he knows that, especially when his burning cock sinks into your tight hole— the one that welcomes him into your velvet walls, so perfectly carved into the shape of him.

a drawn out and gargled whine bubbles in the back of your throat, the stretch making your eyes roll so far back into your head touya would have thought you’d passed out, it wouldn’t have been the first time either.

oh no, he remembers the way he’d made your fleshy thighs quiver and your meek voice turn to screams when he’d taken you in the bathroom across the hall from shoto’s bedroom the first time you stayed the night. or the time that he’d cornered you in the kitchen while you made a study snack for you and your boyfriend, carelessly flipping your skirt up and creaming in your virgin cunt until all you could say were mindlessly repeats of his name. touya. his name always sounded so pretty against jumbled words that slid across your tongue.

that one time in the kitchen, touya had sent you back to shoto’s room with your pink lace panties full of his pungent seed and had listened to shoto fuck it deeper inside of you later that night when you let the younger take you for the first time. touya wonders if his little brother truly believes he was lucky enough to take your virginity or if he knows how much of a whore you are for the eldest, white haired sibling. possession flares in his chest at the very thought, making him plunge himself into the deepest parts of you while you quiver like a little bitch below him.

his piercings drag up and down your gummy walls, friction causing you to drool amongst the pillows that you drown in. touya’s large hand pushes down on the small of your back, shaping your body into an uncomfortable arch— you whimper but don’t complain. taking his dick like you should, accepting him like you should. his balls, oh so heavy with cum, slap against your cheeks while your juices paint his tummy from how much you leak and the lewd sounds fill the air so loud, there’s no doubt poor little shoto todoroki can hear it through the walls.

“sweetness, you’re so bad— sneaking off to let your boyfriend’s big brother make you scream. you’re just a slut for the todoroki dick...aren’t ya? you’d probably let nat in on it too...” touya slurs, drooling at the way your backside bounces with every slam of his hips into you.

“n-no-! no... ‘m not a slut...not a—!” you squeal pathetically, barely able to finish your sentence as touya shoves your face into the sheets harshly— deep chuckle reverberating in his chest as he presses it to your sweaty back.

you still yourself, taking all what he gives to you even if it means you can barely breathe. the eldest todoroki lifts a hand to knock on the thin walls separating him from his little brother; words coming out as breathless as he thrusts into you deeper, harder, faster— abusing your barely prepped hole. “ya’hear that sho, yur lil angel’s not as innocent as you think; she’d let all of us fuck her if we asked nicely...” the way he speaks about you is mean; it could make you cry but all you do in response is clamp down on the man above you and suck him in deeper, selfishly just like he’d taught you. he smirks with pride at how much your cunt lives for him, at how his little brother is getting the show of his life time— probably jerking off to the sounds of his girl getting railed but someone who isn’t him.

touya’s hips stutter and he cums inside you with a shout, thick ropes of his hot seed spraying against your walls and seeping between your puffy folds. ringed fingers find your clit, drawing circles into them until you tip over the edge and tumble into your own release, clamping down so hard that you draw blanks from your boyfriend’s older brother. the way you twitch after touya’s emptied himself inside you, letting him press down on the sweet bulge at your tummy so his cum leaks out— almost makes him want to brush the hair away from your face and kiss you, but he remains objective— treating you as proof that he will always be the superior sibling.

when he’s pulled out of you and helped you to shaky legs to leave— he watched the regret wash over your innocent features like it always does when he’s made a woman out of you. “tell my little brother i said; sharing is caring, sweetness.” touya asks of you oh-so-kindly, revelling in the way your bottom trembles and a fresh set of tears well in your bambi eyes.

what? he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t mean to make you cry, but that would defeat the purpose if he was telling the truth.

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[escapingmytrauma]

HIS PROPERTY

  YANDERE TOUYA TODOROKI/DABI X VIRGIN F!READER

CW/TW: Kidnapping, dub/non-con, dacryphilia, praise and degrading, mentions of cremating, yandere behavior, degrading, praise, dirty talk, threaten use of anal, stolen virginity, ownership, possessive behavior.

WC: 3.8K

DARK CONTENT! DARK CONTENT! DARK CONTENT! 18+

                Dabi: His Property

           You sighed as your sister wept into your shoulder about how horrible he was. You knew that everyone knew that. Dabi was a villain for God’s sake. Did she really believe that he was going to change?

“I’m never going back to him, he can fucking die for all I care,” She blabbered. You held the urge to roll your eyes knowing all too well she does care. He doesn’t even care for her, but you and her friends had already told her multiple times; y’all could only give her so much advice.

It had already been two weeks and she was still crying all day. It was a toxic relationship, one you would never want to be in. But older sisters were always the example of what to do and of what NOT to do. Another hiccup escaped her lips as she lifted herself off your shoulder and looked over to you with pleading eyes. You wanted to look away because you knew she was about to ask for a huge favor, and one you more than likely would not want to do.

“Hey… could you ever be so kind and pick up the rest of my things from Dabi’s place?” Your jaw slightly dropped; sure, she asked you for ridiculous favors, but this, this took the cake. She knows how much you dislike Dabi, and you would never admit it, but he intimidated you; he intimidated everyone. Your sister was just stupid enough to get caught up in with someone like him.

“I don’t know, Gigi… It was your relationship, not mine, I don’t want to get involved if I’m being honest,” You admitted. She grabbed you by the shoulders and looked straight into your eyes with her bottom lip slightly pouted out.  

“Pleaseeeee, sis. I’m begging you, I don’t want to see him,” Gigi begged. You looked over to her friends who were watching this unfold. Your eyes asking them to intervene. To do something, anything. To your luck they rubbed the back of their neck and looked away.

You scoffed and looked back at her, “Fine. I’m only doing this because I don’t want this to slap back in my face,” You stated as you stood up. Your sister gave you a big hug and continuously whispered her thanks to you; shrugging it off you hesitantly made your way out and headed off to Dabi’s.

 ******

 You were in front of the door, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach kept making you hesitate to knock. Best case scenario he wasn’t home. Taking a deep breath, you gave the door two good hard knocks.  

To your dismay you heard shuffling on the other side and the door starts opening as words pour out of Dabi’s mouth, “Already crawling back Gi- “He stopped midway when he looked and saw that it was you and not your sister.

Dabi was shocked on the inside, but he couldn’t show it. His dumb ex sent her poor, younger, innocent sister to come collect her things, which he had already thrown out, but she didn’t need to know that.

“Ah… If it isn’t Gigi’s little sister,” Dabi said with a smirk playing on his lips. The use of your whole name had your shoulders slightly shrinking. “What brings you here?” He asks as he leans on his doorframe a glint in his eyes that tells you that this is a bad idea, a bad idea.

“Just coming to collect Gigi’s belongings…” You meekly reply. You were so determined to have a strong look, to not look intimidated, but that obviously didn’t hold up.

Keep it together for God’s sake!

Mentally scolding yourself as he raised one of his hands to come inside, “Yeah, they’re in the room, Come on in.” The dangerous smirk and glint his eyes not once leaving his face. Your heart was thumping loudly, your stomach was churning with nausea as every single bad scenario played in your head.

He’s going to kill me.

Dabi closed the door behind him and locked it. The sound of the lock had you tensing up, “I don’t want to waste any of your time so I promise it will be quick,” You quickly stammered out.

A small chuckle left his lips as he gazed at your whole body from head to toe, you had a much nicer figure than your sister that’s for sure. The clothing was so plain, some jean shorts and a simple V-neck blouse that complimented your cleavage a little too well. You uncomfortably shifted under his lustful gaze as you tried to think of something else.

“So…” you cleared your throat before proceeding, “Which room is her stuff in?” His piercing blue eyes shifted to the door behind you, and he nudged his chin indicating that that was room. You gave a small nod and turned around and made your room to the door. Your eyes must have missed the lock that was placed on the outside of the door instead of the inside as you walked into the room.

Dabi smirked as he followed closely behind you; you were falling right into his trap, you are poor, naïve soul.

“Dabi, there is nothing in here, just a bed,” You stated as you turned around and hit his chest. You took a wobbly step back. Your heart racing faster than it was before.

“I know.” You nervously swallowed as you looked anywhere but at him. A small hum left his lips as you looked and tried to think of a way to calm yourself. “You nervous? Hmm… doll, tell me, are you?” The words had a tone of mockery laced in them as you finally looked at his eyes.

“Stop being weird Dabi,” You muttered as you started to walk past him. That only proceeded in his roughly grabbing your upper arm and pulling you back and releasing you onto the hardwood floor with a thud.

“What was that for?! Dabi, seriously, if you’re mad about the breakup maybe you should go talk to Gigi,” You rambled with panic in your tone. Dabi kneeled in front of you grabbing your chin to force you to look at him.

“I never wanted your sister. I wanted someone else… can you guess who it is?” He taunted with a sinister grin on his stapled face. Mischievous blue pupils wanting to you to answer.

Your eyes were wide and your lips slightly apart of just how insane this guy is. His thumb reached over and glided across your bottom lip, “I’ll give you another hint, I’m looking right at her…” Dabi whispered. If you weren’t scared, you most definitely were now. His thumb continued lightly slide across your bottom lip as tears started strolling down your cheek. Dabi let out a wicked chuckle as his other hand pushed your body down to the ground and was now straddling you.

“Dabi… Don’t…”

“Don’t what, doll? Hmm?” Dabi leaned down and licked the tears off your face, letting out a small hum of approval as your hands were still frozen at your side. You were letting him touch you, lick your tears off, and you haven’t managed to stop him. His face was suddenly in front yours and he pushed his lips against your slipping his tongue in quickly. Your eyes were still wide, and your hands found themselves pushing against his chest. He easily grabbed both of your wrists pulling them away pushing them above your head.

He managed to get both of your wrists in one of his hands as the other trailed beneath your shirt, gripping at your side with an uncomfortable grip. You writhed and squirmed beneath him as he gripped harder at your sides. Dabi pulled away his face away from yours a string of saliva connected to both of y’all’s lips. He pulled his hand up from underneath your shirt and pushed his thumb in your mouth.

“Suck.” It wasn’t even a suggestion. You swallowed before nervously wrapping your tongue slightly around his thumb and sucking. Dabi groaned as he praised, “Good girl.”

His eyes were intensely watching you and you could nothing but look back, his whole gaze had your cheeks heating up from embarrassment. You wanted this to end.

A knock interrupted. Your eyes looked down hoping to the door, but you were met with Dabi’s pants and you could see a noticeable bulge against the crotch area. You sighed in relief when another knock.

“Dabi!” Your eyes went wide, it was your sister. Dabi chuckled and looked down at you with his thumb still in your mouth.

“Make a sound and I’ll cremate her,” Dabi threatened. Not giving you a chance to respond he took his thumb out of your mouth with an audible pop. Dabi stood up and looked down at you, “Now stay quiet and sit on the bed for me like a good little whore.” He walked out of the room and you heard the door lock on the other side. You slowly sat yourself up and fixed your shirt.

You could hear faint talking on the other side, your sister’s voice sounded panic and scared. But you couldn’t quite make out what they were talking about. You just stay there on the floor not making a sound as you try your best to not make any noise. You hear the front door open and shut, but you don’t hear any sounds.

Did he walk her out?

You stood up and walked over to the door trying to jiggle it, but nothing. It was locked. You sighed in frustration as you contemplated on whether or not to try to kick the door. Before you could decide you heard the front door open ad heavy footsteps approaching to the room. Taking a couple of shaky steps as you heard the lock unlock and the door being pushed wide open and being met with a wicked grin.

“Good news, doll!” Dabi walked closer to you as his hands were behind his back like he was hiding an item. You kept taking steps back until your back hit the wall, Dabi didn’t hesitate to close the distance, “Your sister thinks you’re hiding because you didn’t do what she asked… and on top of that I told her the truth of where her items were, so… she has no reason to come back here,” He casually explained. Your eyes narrowed as you could slightly feel your anger boiling up inside you.

“You sick son of a BITCH!” You yelled as your hand came swinging aiming for his cheek, but he stopped you with one of his hands.

A malicious chuckle left his lips as he gripped your wrist tightly causing you to whimper, “I’m going to break that fire of yours, and you’re going to love it,” Dabi whispered. You squirmed as you wanted to get out of his grip tugging your wrist only for him to increase his grip; you let out a small cry as tears stung the corner of your eyes.

Dabi pulled you to him only for him to force you on the bed with his weight, he brought his other hand out revealing a black leather collar. Your eyes widen as you struggle more; Dabi let out a huff in frustration as you weren’t being still.

“I’m going to fucking shove my cock in your ass if you don’t stop moving,” Dabi threatened.

He wasn’t one for empty threats and you knew that. You go completely still as you can’t hear anything besides the loud thumping in your chest. He hums in approval as he sits up straddling your body, he undoes the collar and is surprisingly gently as he puts it around your neck. Once he finishes his eyes hold nothing but lust, he loops his pinky finger in the hole where a chain can connect pulls at it forcing your face to come up. He leans down into you enveloping your lips in a deep kiss that you can’t escape.

A whimper barely makes its way out of you as your hands feebly push against his chest. He yanks on the collar harder causing you to let out a grunt. Dabi releases the collar and the kiss pushing you down by your shoulders flat on the bed. He sits back up and tears your shirt and burns the middle of your bra.

“Dabi please do- “

“No… I will…” he cuts you off as his fingers fiddle with the button on your jean shorts, “And you’re gonna be a good lil’ whore for me and take it.” He gets up off you and quickly takes both your shorts and panties off, your face heats up as you quickly clamp your legs together in an effort to hide, Dabi quickly pushes his hands in between and caws your thighs apart as your whole mind is now processing what is going on.

I’m going to get raped! Dabi is going to take my virginity.

Tears freely roll down your cheeks as his face is now right in front of your pussy, shame and fear lighting up within you. He delves his tongue in between your folds, you let out a small mewl as you squirm. His arms going beneath your thigh as he wraps his hands around your thigh and grips down to hold you still. Dabi continues to lap greedily at your cunt as you can’t hold back the noises that escape your mouth.

Dabi is thoroughly enjoying your reactions, trying to get you prepared for him. Such a responsive thing, he loved it. Sucking on your bud he releases one of your thighs as he brings two of his fingers at your soaking entrance. He slowly pushes them. A loud gasp escapes your mouth as your fingers entangle themselves into his hair.

“Nngh…” You squeeze your eyes shut trying to block him out, but his thick digits are fucking you at a pace that won’t allow you to do so. He swirls his tongue around your clit as he picks up the pace; breathy moans falling shamelessly out of your mouth.

“Look at you… moaning like a lil’ slut,” Dabi comments as you clench around his fingers. You just whimper in return, your whole face heating up in the fact that you are enjoying this. Your body is. The feeling in your stomach starts to become bigger as Dabi now is hovering over you as his two fingers penetrate you and his thumb roughly rubs at your bud.

Your body is reacting on its own as it starts to grind in motion with Dabi’s fingers. He growls lowly as he pulls you up to him by the collar as he kisses you. His tongue raiding your mouth to where you can taste yourself on him. You don’t want to cum on his fingers, but you can’t help it. The sensation is too powerful as you moan loudly into his mouth orgasming on his fingers.

Dabi pulls his fingers out and shoves them into your mouth pushing them far back causing your vision to blur and you to gag. He removed his fingers as a trail of saliva followed and he started unbuckling his belt. Dabi was quick to remove his pants. You tried regaining a little composure as you slowly sat up only to be pushed back down.

“Turn over.” You froze. You really didn’t want to, but at the same time who knew what threats he had up his sleeve. You slowly rolled over to your back your heart racing as tears stung your eyes again. You felt as his hand snaked beneath around your stomach as he started to lift you up. Even though you were a virgin you understood everything about sex. You knew exactly what he was asking for. You obediently got on your knees and your hands.

You could hear him hiss lowly as he brought his body close to yours. “Dabi please… don’t…” you tried pleading one more time. “I’m a- “

“Doll. Don’t make me shove it in your ass,” Dabi warned. You swallowed all protests and squeezed your eyes shut. You tried to steady your breathing as you felt his head tease your entrance.

Please go slowly! Please go slowly!

As if reading your mind, he slowly pushes his head in, hissing as he could already feel you clenching around him. God, you were so fucking tight. He continues to push himself in as you let out a cry and tears fall down the side of your face. Dabi allows himself to bottom out in you enjoying how tight and wet you are. You unsteady breathing as hurts a little more than anticipated.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” Dabi whispers as he leans down into your ear. “Be a good whore and ask me to fuck you,” He commands. Your eyes go wide. You can feel his whole cock inside of you as you pause to think whether or not to do so.

“Fuck me, please… Dabi,” You meekly force out. He lets out a groan as he gently rocks against you.

“Say it again.”

You swallowed, “Please fuck me, Dabi.” You were so embarrassed to be asking for such an action. Dabi rocked against you harder, every single time his head hitting harder against your cervix. You let out mewls as he picked up his pace; at this point you adjusted to his size and it was pleasurable.

Dabi pulled out and flipped you over as he thrusted back into you harshly. You let out a yelp as he just bucked your hips into you. Filthy words and phrases spilling out of his mouth.

“You’re mine.”

“You’re clenching so hard for my cock.”

“You’re such a slut for me.”

They came barreling out as he just continued to violently shove his cock deep into you. Over and over again. Another orgasm left your body as your toes curled and your back arched up.

“That’s it, cum on my cock you lil’ whore.” As if to increase stimulation he tweaked and pinched at your hardened nipples causing you to thrash and squirm as whimpers left your mouth. Your fingers fisted into the bedsheets and Dabi thrusted harder.

“Tell me who owns you, whore,” He demanded between pants. He was close. So, so close.

“You do, Dabi,” You sob out as he continues to pinch and knead your breasts.

“That’s fucking right!” His thrusts become sloppy, and he suddenly lets out a loud groan releasing into you. Riding out his high as you slowly get over your afterglow.

You both are panting hard, and he lays completely on you. His fingers run gently through your hair, you barely manage to make eye contact with him; he smirks as he notices your eyelids getting heavy and sleep enveloping you.

 *********

Your eyes slowly open blinking a couple of times to adjust your surroundings. There is a dull soreness between your thighs, actually every part of you felt sore. You weakly sit up as you look down to see that your dressed in different clothing. Your fingers trail to your hipbone to feel a new set of panties were put on you, and you were in a big t-shirt; unfortunately, you had no bra on. You rub your eyes as you look down and see a chain around your ankle. You lean over to slightly pull at it; you sighed in defeat.

The door opened and you looked up to be met with the eyes of your captor.

“Good afternoon, doll…” He stated casually. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Afternoon?”

“Ah yes, you were asleep for roughly about eighteen hours,” Dabi answers as he walks in with some items in both of his hands. Closing the door behind him with the back of his foot, “I suppose I should have taken into consideration that your sister did say you were sleep deprived and that you were indeed a virgin.”

You silently watch as he sits beside you and opens a water for you handing it to you, “I can’t have you dehydrated either… Also, I need you to take this,” Dabi rambles as he hands you both the water and a small pill. Your eyes look back up at him with a suspicious glint.

“I don’t think you want kids right now,” Dabi smirks as he looks down at the pill.

Oh… it’s a plan B.

You nod in confirmation as you obediently take the pill and swallow it down with some water. You drink some more of the water realizing your more parched than you thought. He lets out a chuckle. You were still trying to wake up, and it doesn’t go passed his mind he could easily fuck you right back to sleep.

“Why am I still here?” You question. “You took my virginity, isn’t that enough?”  You inquire further.

He hums contemplating on how to answer, “Because you’re my property… It’s pretty simple actually… Date your dumb sister for about a month… well a month was the plan, but that didn’t work… and then I knew she would send you because she’s prideful and stubborn like that,” Dabi finishes.

“Wait. Wait. We skipped chapters, Dabi… you’re making it sound as if you had met me way before you met my sister. We were never introduced to one another till after y’all started dating.”

“Hm… Oh, right. I knew you before I knew your sister, but you didn’t know me…” Dabi explained as if it was completely normal.

“But that doesn- “

Dabi raises his hand to cut you off, “Enough questions, doll. Don’t inquire too much, I don’t like it… I need you to eat,” He says as he hands you some food in your hand. His thumb reaches over and gently grazes your cheek wanting to desperately fill your tight little cunt with his cock again, but he knows you need a small break.

“Gigi said you horrible at aftercare…” You whisper more to yourself, but he hears.

“Ah. I take care of my property, doll… but try not to piss me off, I will have to discipline you in ways you won’t enjoy,” Dabi warns. You take a bit of your warm food as you just nod.

“Now say it for me… that you’re my property…” Dabi demands. You swallow your food as you looked up at him. You didn’t want to, but it would be wise to not piss him off while you’re in no condition to fight.

“I’m… I’m your property,” You shakily finish. Dabi smirks and leans down placing a kiss on your forehead.

He knew you didn’t believe it, but he was going to get you to a point where you do believe it. That you’re his property.

#tw: yandere #yandere #k: dacryphilia #dark #dabi x reader #dabi smut #tw: dark content #mha x reader #mha smut #mha dabi #dabi x female reader #tw dacryphilia #tw: praise #Degrading kink #possessive #tw kidnap mention #tw. noncon #tw. dubcon #sort of cheating

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Affectionate moments with the Todorokis

Request: Can I get some Todoroki fluff and when I say todoroki I mean all of the todoroki children thank you very much- anonymous

Okay now we can proudly call Dabi a Todoroki. The waiting is over, we’ve won this war ladies and gentlemen. I need some soft Dabi right now so I’m happy to oblige. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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Dabi/ Touya Todoroki 

-He isn’t the most affectionate person both in private and out in public. 

-The maximum effort he will put while out in public might be just a hand on your lower back to ground you when things are kinda spiraling out of control. 

-But apart from that nothing. 

-Now when you were just fuck buddies he couldn’t care less about affection.

-He was just here to have some fun and then he was out the door. 

-But when things change drastically between the two of you and he realizes that he really can’t stand the idea of losing you, his demeanor changed. 

-He had come to see how important you were and how dependent he had become of your presence. 

-Boy really couldn’t function without you around. 

-So he changed his antics around you. 

-He no longer left after your shared nights and he would even go as far as to hold you or help you clean up. 

-You thought that that was the most you were going to get from him, that he had nothing else to give apart from those moments of affection. 

-You were wrong though. 

-After a rather hard mission he would come and cuddle you  out of nowhere. 

-He would bury his face in your neck as his torso lay between your legs while you gently stroked his hair. 

-It would help him fall asleep most of the time but on the rare occasion he could manage to stay awake he would talk to you. 

-Those conversations weren’t of any value; it was dumb stuff that came to mind and he just felt like sharing. 

-Then after one too many close calls he would begin to tell you your importance. 

-After witnessing you almost getting killed time and time again, making his heart almost come out of his mouth every time you nearly dodged an attack he couldn’t hold back. 

-He would pepper you with kisses as he would flip you over so you were on top of him, your head tucked into his neck while his rough cheeks would rub on your plush ones. 

-It always hit him hard when he couldn’t protect you. 

-He wasn’t *that* stupid, he knew his job wasn’t to protect you and that you could handle yourself better than anyone in that dumpster fire of a league but he couldn’t stop himself from worrying. 

-Those shared moments of pure domesticity and normality between the both of you made it hard for him to deny that he was indeed falling in love. 

-And he hated it because he knew that at some point, when push comes to shove, he would have to choose between you and his goal. 

-And he wasn’t so sure what he would decide to follow. 

-When you broke the news to him that you were expecting, around the time Shiggy was putting his grand plan into action, he knew what he would choose in an instant. 

-But you wouldn’t budge; you knew what his dreams meant to him and you wouldn’t let him throw it all away for you. 

-He could have this new life after the battle, after the dust had settled and all had been revealed. 

-So, with a camera in hand, you helped him make the masterpiece that would show the world who Endeavor really was. 

-And you couldn’t be prouder of your lover. 

Fuyumi Todoroki

-Ahhh soft girl hours. 

-Okay now Fuyumi is the type of person to go all out for their significant other. 

-So PDA is on the table even if it makes her a little uncomfortable at times. 

-She’s kind of a people pleaser so as long as you are happy she is happy no matter how uncomfortable she might feel at the moment. 

-But like the great girlfriend that you are, and because you would kill for her, you push her to tell you what she really thinks about certain situations.

-And the moment she tells you that PDA is kinda meh, you yeet yourself away from her. 

-Holding hands wherever you are is a must, a request or rather a demand made from the queen herself. 

-She just likes feeling you next to her and what better way than holding your hand? 

-Apart from that demand of hers she never ever asks for anything else in that department. 

-Like girly believes that you have to earn your love and others won’t just give it to you. 

-That you need to prove yourself as useful so you can get affection. 

-An effort-reward dynamic. 

-And you can safely assume that we can’t have that here. 

-THIS IS A LOVE INFESTED HOUSEHOLD GET YOUR ASS HERE AND TAKE SOME OF MY LOVE.

-When you ask her to move in with you, she sees that as her opportunity to shine, to show you that ‘oh I’m not useless’. 

-Baby will try doing all the house work and such. 

-You legit have to call her to cuddle. 

-You’ll be working on your laptop, sprawled on the couch when you see your girlfriend just mopping. 

- “Fuyu come here.” 

- “But I still have to-” 

- “Forget about that, you’ve done enough I just want to hold you.” 

-She just flushes bright red before putting the mop away and moving to settle in your lap.

 -Her head is on your shoulder while she plays softly with your hair, her legs stretching across the coach as you continue to type mindlessly on your computer. 

-You give her the occasional forehead kisses while she nuzzles your cheek. 

-Last we have chaotic girlfriend hours when she’ll straight up straddle you and start doing your makeup. 

-You both burst out laughing every five minutes because you get overwhelmed due to the fact that she’s a) straddling you and b) she’s too close to your face and you can’t help but want to kiss her. 

-I want a girlfriend…..

Natsuo Todoroki 

-College boyyyyy.

-He is in general a neutral person. 

-I mean he will give you a kiss on the cheek while he is leaving for his class but he won’t full out make out with you in front of others. 

-So things are pretty chill between you two. 

-He has almost the same mindset as Fuyumi so at first he would try to prove himself to you so he would be worth your love but once you caught on you smothered him. 

-Now baby loves his kisses. 

-He needs them to function okay?

-Every morning he will wake up and if you have slept over he will wake you up with nuzzling his nose in your neck and softly tracing shapes on your stomach.

-Then after his kiss good morning and his first I love you of the day he is ready to go. 

-If however you are in your dorm/apartment, he will sulk until he sees you. 

-He has that puppy love. 

-Natsuo suffers from trauma from his family. 

-It’s common knowledge. 

-He hates looking weak, especially in front of you, so whenever he has a fight with his father or Touyas’ anniversary rolls around he tends to become distant.

-Try as you might, you can never truly get him to speak to you about those issues and let you help you. 

-You weren’t part of his childhood, you don’t know what it was like but you can try to make him feel better. 

-In reality you were ready to devote your every waking minute to him if he let you. 

-But that Todoroki pride gets in the way and he doesn’t let you see him like that.

-Until the villain attack when his father saved him. 

-Endeavor looked so genuine when he talked to him and all he did was scream at him. 

-Was he too cruel? 

-So he made his way to your apartment and without missing a beat he attached himself to you and finally, finally, letting himself be vulnerable. 

-After his break down you started to rock back and forth before turning on your stereo and putting on a slow song. 

-Taking his hand you started dancing in the middle of your living room, Natsuos’ arm wrapped around your waist bringing you flush to his chest as his head stayed buried in your hair. 

-You would hum the tune as you moved around. 

-This became somewhat of a ritual whenever things got bad inside his head. 

-You would just put on that song and calm him down. 

-And that was the best thing someone has ever done for him. 

Shouto Todoroki 

-Ah poor baby.

-He is touch starved like very touch starved. 

-My mans is out there longing for someone to tell him it's okay since the age of five. 

-Anyways. 

-He really doesn’t know how to communicate his needs though so you’ll have to figure out on your own what he wants. 

-He might recoil at first but don’t be disheartened. 

-Baby has been abused ever since he was born so of course he will be reluctant to let anyone touch him. 

-Subtle things are the go to at first. 

-Linking your pinkies under the table or maybe sitting closer to  each other.

-Kisses are rare and far apart but they exist. 

-Now things change after some time. 

-Depending on his relationship with his parents that is. 

-When his dad starts to try and redeem himself and he wants to be an active part of his sons’ life *GET THE FUCK AWAY BITCH*, Shouto is really conflicted. 

-Especially when he doesn’t get his hero license on the first try. 

-So that’s when his touch starved side comes into the light. 

-He’s stressed out of his mind and he needs comfort but of course he doesn’t know how to convey that to others. 

-You pick up on it and start giving subtle reassuring touches. 

-Squeezing his hand when you notice him spacing out. 

-Giving him a quick hug before he enters class in the mornings. 

-And as time goes by you peck him on the cheek before he leaves. 

-He becomes addicted and soon enough he’s initiating things on his own, giving YOU kisses each morning and coming to your dorm for “study” dates turned to cuddle sessions. 

-You guys have a ritual for whenever things get extremely bad; when he can’t seem to stop flinching away from sudden movement, when he can’t recall anything about his older brother or when Endeavor says something again about his friends/you. 

-He will come to your room with a pillow and some snacks if he remembers them. 

-You’ll put on a movie and he’ll just sit in between your legs, his head tucked under your chin as you run your fingers through the soft strands. 

-He might break down, he might not, it depends each time. 

-But he knows that this time he doesn’t have to face anything alone, that he is loved and cherished and that you’ll be there to pick him up when everything seems meaningless. 

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[ac3id]

Puppy Girl | 18+

pairings: dabi [ touya todoroki ] x female! reader. 

summary: dabi takes his puppy whore for a walk. 

warnings: pet play, public, humiliation, dubcon, sex toys. 

wordcount: 1.8k |

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It was starting to become a recurring event. He had promised you it would be a one-time thing but lately, he was pulling you to the park naked with him every other week.

 It was a simple bargain the first time. You listen to him and indulge in his deranged, lewd fantasies and he lets you live without a dog collar attached to your neck for a week. 

You were hesitant but the thought of being able to live as a decent human being with at least a small amount of respect even if it was just for a week; was tempting. 

Soon it became a currency. Months after months you’d spend your one day with him, totally humiliated and degraded just for the rest of the week to go by a little easy, and every time he would push your limits even further.

The very first time he took you outside with a leash attached to the collar around your neck was appalling. You were terrified, there was no speck of arousal within you. Dabi had guaranteed you’d find it hot, you just didn’t know before because you had never tried it. But honestly, showcasing your sexual adventures to the world was surely not your kink. It was his kink though, and you didn’t have a choice.

You and Dabi didn’t have the most organic relationship, if it weren’t for the fact that he had brought you to his home with a blindfold and zip lockers around your wrists, you could have at least tried to talk to him about this. You were just his pet. His cute, little, stupid puppy, too dumb to think for herself. No wonder you got caught by him. 

After the Hero-dominated society fell and Shigaraki took over, Dabi was quick to find you and take you away as his little captive. It made many headlines; Previously a brave Hero, now a slave to the evil Dabi.

You never read them though, he wouldn’t allow you any communication with the outside world. It was just the two of you. 

“Da-Touya please, I don’t want to go out like this,” he insisted you’d call him Touya, it was a beautiful name- his real name. It still shocked you, Dabi was the first son of Endeavour. The universe sure had its ways. 

“What’s wrong doll? You look pretty,” his slender fingers caressed your face. He was admiring your form; naked beside the pretty bondage belts wrapping your body, the nipple clamps pinching your hardened buds, the vibrator pushed deep within your cunt, vibrating at such a painfully dull pace, and the pretty tail butt plug buried deep in your asshole.

 With a pair of dog ears fitted over your head along with black thigh-highs decorating your legs, you looked perfect to him; ready to fuck, he dolled up his fucktoy beautifully.

“I don’t want to walk out like this,” you whined. He told you he was going to take his dog out of a walk earlier that day, stupid for you to expect it would be an actual dog.

“You don’t get to decide that, puppy,” he whispers, his nose touching yours his hands pet your head as you are an actual dog.

 “Just be good for me, like a good girl,” his voice drops, his tone gets deeper and serious. “Or do you want to get punished? I’ll send you to the timeout room,”

You freeze at the mention, you still remember the day as clear as yesterday. You were acting up, getting moody, and crying. Pushing him away and screaming at him, Dabi had the patience for a while, and then, later as punishment he let a nomu twice your size fuck you, destroy you. It was still fresh in your memories.

 “No, please-”

“Good girl.” he praises, kissing your lips lightly before tugging on your leash. He looks back at you one last time, watching your feet wobble as you try to walk with both your holes tightly stuffed. It was cute, he liked watching you suffer.

 His eyes roamed your figure, stopping at your thighs. He could never understand why but those stockings which you wore got him going.

 Shigaraki had suggested he should put those on you, he was reluctant at first knowing that his boss is far worse than him but in the end, he took the advice. And, God, he does not regret it. 

“C’mon cutie, walk faster.” he tugged on your leash again and you almost fell over, the vibe hitting a deep spot within you. You cry, drool escaping past your lips. “At this rate, we’ll reach the park after sunrise. Do you want everyone to see you like this?” 

It was currently 3 A.M. Too early or late for anyone to be outside their houses, it was the perfect time for Dabi to his whore out for a walk.

 “We are going to be walking?” you ask in shock, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to make till there without blacking out. “Yes, we are puppy.” he hummed and with a smirk, he pulled on your leash again. 

The walk to the park wasn’t long, barely five minutes but since you were dressed like a slut- no. Not even a whore would let a man do this to her, even a whore would have more dignity than you. You stumbled, the vibrations turning extreme as Dabi messed with the controller. 

“Keep walking,” he commanded.

 “If you fall, I'm not letting you up. You’ll have to walk on all fours like the bitch you are,” Rude remarks from Dabi were nothing uncommon, he lived to degrade you but what haunted you was the way he said them.

 He did not hide how he felt, his face displaying his exact expression. He was always smirking or smiling while talking down to you, he thought it was funny. The ever-persistent smirk still lasted on his face as he watched you try your best not to fall with the vibe fucking your cunt unforgivingly. 

You follow behind him, your thighs pressed together trying to ride out the overwhelming pleasure. Dabi hums the tune of some familiar song that you can’t figure out in your current state. 

Your clench around the butt plug, the stretch still burning in your rear. Moans and whimpers fill the silent night as you lose yourself, the air is warm. It’s summer still, everything around you is silent and dark.

“You might want to keep your voice down.” Dabi starts, his eyes scan a bench. He’s thinking of fucking you on it. Despite the countless times both of you have gone out like this, Dabi has asked for nothing more than a blowjob. But today, he is feeling brave, and besides, your moaning, whimpering, and those cuteass ears and tail have got him going. 

“What if someone sees you here like this, do you want everyone to know how much of a slut you are? Walking around naked at a park like this, do you want them to know you have no shame?” 

Instead of answering you cry. You cry while cumming, the overwhelming pressure which kept building in your abdomen finally bursting. Dabi looks back at you, disappointment was written all over his face. He watches your juices drip down your thighs as you lewdly moan. He clicks his tongue,

“Didn’t I tell you something about cumming without my permission?” He did, a long time ago. You don’t even remember, “‘m sorry,” you cry in a small voice. He glares at you, his blue eyes dancing with furious flames. 

You feel small under his stare, “That’s no good.” He growls 

In a swift motion, he pulls your leash, dragging you next to him. He pushes you on the bench, your naked body hits the slightly cooler seat making you shiver. Dabi feels his jeans tighten when he watches you fall on the bench, displaying your pretty ass to him. Your cute, little tail sticks out between your ass making him groan. 

You turn your head around to Dabi and see him staring at your ass. Taking this as your chance you quickly apologize. 

“I’m so sorry, Touya. I didn- Ah” you get cut off with a slap to your ass. “Dogs don’t talk. Bark for me,” 

Your eyes widened in shock and fear, was he serious? By the look of his face, you could tell he was joking, but there was no way you were actually going to bark for him. Another slap falls behind you shutting you up. 

“Bark.” His voice dark, filled with authority and dominance does make you feel like his little. A tingle of pleasure travels down your spine and in a weak, timid voice you start barking for him. Your cries are quiet and soft, you don’t want to be heard by anyone and the last shreds of your dignity don’t let you raise your voice any higher. 

“What’s that? Are you a puppy? Quit barking like a girl,” Dabi scoffs at his own joke. 

You feel the buzz come back, the vibration which had paused singing back to life. You squirm on the desk, the position you stayed propped against the wooden seat uncomfortable. 

Dabi picks you up and places you on his lap, his lips pressing against your neck leaving butterfly kisses and his hands wrapped around your waist he makes you sit through your second orgasm. 

“These look needy,” his finger inches towards your hardened nipples clamped between the metal. They stand stiff and ready to be played with. He rubs over the buds causing you to moan out loud. Dabi chuckles. 

“Keep barking, baby. You’re a greedy, little puppy with an even greedier, little cunt.” He chuckles in your ear before lightly biting your earlobe. 

You feel yourself reaching closer, the vibe resting tightly clenched between your velvety walls brings you towards your edge. 

“You close, baby?” he pets over your head while his hand travels down your navel. He cups your pussy, his fingers playing with your slit. 

“Woof.”

He laughs, he is not oblivious to the fact about how pathetic this makes both of you look but he 

can’t help it. 

It makes his dick hard. 

His fingers graze along your dripping cunt before settling on your stiff, little pearl. He flicks your cute clit and you cry. Your insides clenching and your mind going crazy, Dabi keeps rubbing onto your clit until you cum.

You let out a loud moan as you feel slick running down your legs. The pressure finally bursts and you see heaven. Dabi still holds you close to him, wrapping his arms around you dearly. 

“That’s the second time you’ve disobeyed me, puppy?” he rasps in your ear and you freeze. The state of ecstasy that you had found yourself in, finally fading away. You open your mouth to speak but Dabi shuts you up by shoving his fingers into your mouth. 

“You’re being a little bratty these days, it’s time we let you in ‘timeout’, right?” 

Your face pales and stomach. 

You cry for forgiveness hoping Dabi would reconsider but we all know, he doesn’t give second chances. 

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[class1akids]

BNHA 299 - Thoughts

Well, we get Baby Keigo’s backstory, straight out of a Dickens novel, it turns out that Plushie!Endeavor was actually the most highly-functioning parental figure Hawks ever had, the Nomu!Jeanist theory is kinda confirmed - let’s go!!!!

So Hawks’ backstory is definitely in the finalist category of most miserable childhoods, as he’s born into abject poverty, to a cruel, criminal father, an alcoholic mother as an unwanted bastard child. 

Look at him trying to patch up the dirty shack they live in, only to get kicked by his father, for turning his back. 

It looks like his dad’s quirk is wings and his mom’s quirk are her floaty eyeballs that she can use to spy. So Keigo, this unwanted accident hit the genetic jackpot with his quirk of wings where each feather can be used and controlled individually, making him really versatile. 

For now though, his wings seem to do nothing but infuriate his abusive asshole dad, whose probably worried that a winged kid could lead the authorities to him. So he’s forbidden from leaving the house, even though it seems that his feathers allow him to sense danger.  Oh, wait, perfect mentor for Deku’s new quirk!!!

So his only companion is the little Endeavor plushie we saw all the way back at the pro-hero arc. 

 anyways, his life turns around when his dad is arrested by Endeavor and heroes become real for Hawks.  And I love how in these panels it seems like the plushie really comes alive. Heroes exist. Hawks’ own doll becomes more than just a comfort object - it’s the representation of being saved and helping others. 

It’s so interesting how this stands in contrast to Shigaraki’s story - for whom heroes don’t exist, because he never evidenced them in his life, or Touya’s story, who doesn’t believe in heroes because the one in his house was a literal monster.

So suck it, Stain. The moral character of the hero is not the only factor - the real impact they make in someone’s life cannot be understated. 

So the cage is broken, but not fully yet, because Hawks’ mom Tomie decides to run and they end up homeless on a train station though I think they are only there for one day. Tomie sends Hawks out to steal in not quite so many words, and the life he was about to escape him threatens to swallow him whole. He really was set up for the villain path. 

 Still Hawks escaped his destiny when the HC offered to basically buy him from his mother (Ma’am, we’d like to put your talented kid into a secret spy/assassin training program, where we’ll train him brutally. You’ll get a house and money. OK? - OK, said Tomie). 

So back in present time, Hawks wakes up and we see him driving with Best Jeanist (wow, he has a very flashy ride...) and he has the signature Todoroki face-bandages, just in case anyone doubted which plotline he belongs to. He’s also wears some kind of nuzzle, but noone can silence him as he taps away incredibly fast. 

I hope this is a text-to-audio program and BJ is not text-reading and driving, because that would be a big no-no. Seriously, peeps, don’t text and drive. PSA over. 

OK, so we get a stupid explanation about BJ being turned into a nomu and being kind of dead in the bag. And holy shit, 1 the hero side has nomu technology - like how and 2 that sounds like a really dumb plan. What if Dabi decided to cremate BJ instead of putting him into storage? 

Anyway, villains on the rampage, Jeanist catches them with minimum effort and we get a glimpse of what’s happening in the real world: the mom’ and pop’ hero agencies are already closing down (seriously, they could not withstand like 3 days of criticism???) and at least half of the population is hating on heroes, and are ready to take things into their own prosthetic limbs. 

So it turns out BJ and Hawks were driving to Hawks’ mom’s house to confirm that the Takami thief - Hawks connection was leaked by her. And it was. She even leaves a letter to say sorry and explain that Dabi sent thugs onto her and she basically folded immediately and sold out her son. What a sweet parent she is. (That’s rough, buddy.)

And it’s so heartbreaking that Hawks thinks that’s what he deserves anyway - no, baby, you don’t. And I’m not sure he’s really talking about saving here, or talking about how his idea of saving was faulty, because how can you save someone that feels like you turned your back on. Hawks broke away alone. He was forced to leave his past behind and maybe this is why Twice felt like he was talked down to. 

But Hawks being a silver lining kind of guy sees an opportunity here to finally be completely free. Free of his parents. Free of the hero commission. 

In a big Todoroki-like dramatic moment he takes off his nuzzle and we get a flashback. 

The Origin story of Plushie!Endeavor and an acknowledgement that Tomie maybe wasn’t all bad. That even as wretched as she was, she tried to do one thing right for Hawks - by giving him an ideal to work towards. 

And I love that Endeavor is so cheap he’s in the sale bin at 1/6th of the price of an All Might doll. But it’s also a social commentary on hero society, where kids in most need of a hero are priced out of getting the Symbol of Peace. 

Being free to be finally both Keigo (who understands these downtrodden people because he’s one of them) and Hawks (who could soar and break away from that life), he finds the inspiration in these broken people. His mom. Endeavor. Twice. OK, let’s stop and contemplate here for a moment that Twice who created Re-Destro clone, who killed HPSC President freed Hawks from their clutches.

He remembers this purest feeling of wanting to help, of wanting to belong. And we see Hawks’ own origin. That moment he saves people in a car accident that opens the hero world to him. 

First order of business is Endeavor - who was Hawks’ hero and who is in trouble now. And I’m sure everyone is going to be watching Hawks' reaction to the Dabi broadcast, because if rankings still mean anything, he’s No. 2. and heir to the throne. 

But for now, it seems he wants to support Endeavor. Because being helpful is the value he wants to live by. 

Also, screw the Icarus parallels, Hawks is fucking Phoenix and he’ll soar again. 

And look at this literal baby and his grumpy little plushie. It was an amazing backstory and I loved every frame of it. 

#bnha 299 #class1a reads bnha #hawks #takami keigo

[microwave-imagines]

So u don't gotta write this if you ain't feeling it, but imagine hero Y/N just bumping into Dabi while they're grocery shopping and it's just like

Y/N: "Hey.."

Dabi: "Hey"

Y: "... should I detain you? I feel like I should detain you"

D: "Well before you do that, can you move? You're infront of the cookies I want"

god yes, also i’m thinking of writing for tokyo revengers bc i’ve read every fucking fic for it so if any of u have seen it send in requests 

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Two AM on a Tuesday, one of your rare days off, and you’re standing in a 7/11, in sweatpants mind you, staring at a wanted criminal. “Uh, hi?” Your voice comes off more annoyed than you had intended, but let’s be honest who wants to deal with this shit so early in the morning.

He cocks a brow as he looks down at you, “Hi.” he looks at you for a moment before recognition flashes across his face. “Well shit.” you snicker at his response and let the cooler door fall shut, your hand coming to rest on your hip.

“I should probably detain you, huh?” It’s his turn to laugh, not at all expecting your joking tone, he throws his head back a bit, only to be blinded by those god-awful fluorescent lights. The noise that leaves his mouth is something between a gag and a groan, and it has you doubling over with laughter at how uncharismatic he is. You can’t help but think he’s nothing like your briefings told you.

“That was dumb as shit, dude.” You regain your composure and reach for the cooler door.

He ignores you, “If you’re gonna arrest me at least let me grab the ice cream,” He gestures to the items on the bottom shelf.

“Ah, fuck it. Don’t tell anyone about this.” You grab your treat, close the door with a shrug and head towards the counter, stopping after a few steps to turn back to him “If you kill someone after this I'm gonna be pissed"

"You're good, don't worry" He beats you to the counter, dropping enough money to cover both of your items before leaving. You sigh, smiling a bit. "Um, excuse me?" The voice of the clerk catches your attention, "This is monopoly money"  

"Son of a bitch." you reach into your wallet and hand the money to the clerk. "I am never letting someone go again"

#bnha #bnha x reader #dabi x reader

[hotwings0203]

Hehehe I'm back! Loll these ideas of how Muslim Dabi would fluster you have been burning my brainnn and I totally blame you😫✋

Anyways so omg okay, I could totally see Muslim Dabi doing that thing where the guy pulls the girls dupatta to make her fall back into his chest pull as the girl turns to walk away, and he would like put his hand on your lower back or waist and lean down by your ear and just whisper about how you look so pretty today and how he can't wait to see you as his bride

Also! I could totally see him like playing with your churiyan or bangles and just touching your hand and wrist, tangling his fingers with yours and just teasing you about how your hands fit his so well, how he can't wait to put a wedding ring on you

Oh! If your churiyan get stuck to his clothes, he would totally milk that situation by standing just a little to close while you try to untangle your churiyan from his clothes while trying to not combust from blushing cuz he is leaning or staring down and just gazing at you with a smirk on his face, and teasing you about clearly you don't wanna be away from him or something smh

Also! Say if you are getting your mehndi (henna) done for eid or something, he would totally use this as a way to get closer to you, like you can't use your hands while waiting for your mehndi to dry! So he's just helping you by brushing your hair away from your face, or just guiding you with a hand on your lower back so you don't bump into someone and ruin your pretty mehndi, or sitting too close to you with his arm is draped behind you while your waiting for your henna to dry. Lmao he would totally wait for the henna to dry and when he sees how dark and rich the colour his, hes like see, look how much I love you (cuz you know the darker the colour, the more your husband loves you) and you are trying so hard to not just get all flustered and just can't help looking away all shy and blushy, while he looks at you in a soft but like still dominant way

Speaking of helping you! Lmao he would totally use this as an excuse to feed you food, and he would totally use this as an opportunity to touch your face and neck, just touching your lips, and looking at you with lust filled eyes, and telling you how he bets your lips will taste so sweet when he kisses you, and make such pretty noises when you're underneath him, and you're just like Dabi! Stop, people are gonna hear! You're gonna get us in trouble! But he just chuckes cuz you look so cute when you're glaring at him with a blush adoring your cheeks

Also he would totally find a way to make you feed him food cuz that's what good wifes do! lmfao like okay say your poor soul ends up getting engaged to him, and its your mehndi or something, and you know how sometimes they will make the bride feed the groom sweets like laddu or gulab jamun, brooo he would so sexual about it, he would totally hold your wrist and guide it to feed him, and maintain eye contact the whole time, and his lips linger on your finger tips for just a little too long, and of course everyone is just gonna be like omg! Wow look at how much he is in love with her! So lucky! While you're sitting there trying not to die from how fast and hard your heart is beating and your cheeks are on fire

Also! Imagine having to drive with him omggg like imagine your family is in the process of you guys getting engaged and are like going out for dinner or a picnic or something, and Dabi would be like oh! How about me and her drive together and use this as a chance to get to know each other better, and of course the parents are gonna be like yes! Like wow look at the initiative he's taking to get to know his future wife, so now you are stuck in a car with him. He would totally pull that move where when he is reversing he puts his arm behind your seat and he would totally "help" you by reaching across to help put your seat belt on, and just lingers by your face, his lips too close to your lips, and you just blushing and looking demurly at him through your lashes, and omg he would totally put his hand on your tigh and just relish in the way you gasp and clench them and blush as you are like Dabi! This isn't appropriate, the parents will find out! Lmaooo Also! Adding to the previous point, he would totally make your feed him food while he drives, and licks or nick your finger tips when you go to feed him, and just relish in the way you blush and squeak Dabi! And he would just he like damn I can't help that I love the way my name sounds on your lips

Also when you guys married hes gonna be soooo horny, and possessive for you cuz know it's all halal, and would just be like I wanna get you pregnant asap, cuz come on we gotta give our parents cute little grandkids and its your job as his wife to please him lmfao And like of course you're gonna be all flustered and stuff, but also he is good in bed, soooooo aianaokHgqNaah

And also like yeah Muslim Dabi is a total hooligan, but he's not dumb, homeboy is smart and gets good grades, and is gonna be graduating with a masters and is gonna work under his dad and all that, and his family is famous and well liked by the community, so he's gonna have like no issues with getting the reader to marry him, and her family is obviously gonna be so happy! Like wow what a good marriage proposal from such a prestigious and good family! And of course the Todoroki's are gonna be so happy to have a sweet and kind and pure daughter in law, who is gonna take care of their troublesome son, little do they know that yeah maybe Dabi loves you, but he's also gonna ruin you LMFAOO RIPPP

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Dude it would be just like in Om Shaanti Om, maybe he sees you at chaand raat looking for churiyan or cute kurtis for Eid when he decides to approach you. He KNOWS how skittish you are but he’s had his eye on you for a while…yet you’re so damn evasive. You’re like a little mouse, jumping at the slightest brush of his body against yours.

He sees you admiring the jingle of the bangles, the way the sequins cast reflecting rays against your own hands and decides to play with his future wifey a bit.

He sidles up behind you and reaches around your body to hold your preoccupied hand in his.

“I can’t wait for the day you look at me with such admiration,” he breaths against your ear, and just as he expected, you jump about a foot in the air.

You clutch your chest and look at him warily.

“Dabi! Don’t do that, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

He lowers his lids and makes sure you’re watching as his gaze travels from your feet up your body to your face, settling on not so modest areas.

Your face flushed furiously when he rasps, “‘You sayin’ I make your heart race, meri jaan?”

He almost got kicked in the balls that day. But he wouldn’t say that he minds if it means his sacred scrotum has any contact with you

At another time he finds you waiting in line to get your mehndi done. You’re sitting patiently and poised as you flip through some sample design pages, and he slips in like next to you (and might I add, he received no backlash for cutting from the terrifying glare he gave to the people behind him, practically dating them to voice their displeasure).

“Whatcha lookin’ at guriya (doll)?”

You snap your head towards him with mild surprise, somehow already knowing he was going to find you. Wordlessly, you hand him the pages and he takes it from your hand, letting his fingers interlace with yours.

You try pulling it back, nervously looking around and giving him a pleasing look to let go, but he merely holds your gaze, his eyes filled with such tenderness that you had never seen before.

“Let them see. People should know you’re gonna belong to me anyways,” he groans quietly when your lips part in shock.

“Stop messing with me,” you murmur and turn your face. He won’t have any of it though, he follows your turning head and grabs a wrist, holding it up to his lips and kissing it, trailing his mouth from your palm to your single digits.

“‘This the hand you’re gonna get done?”

Your body lights on fire as you feel his tongue swirl around your index, the taste of you causing his dick to swell under his kameez.

He squeezes your wrist lightly and prompts you for an answer. You nod slightly, and he chuckles lowly.

“I’ll make sure to put a ring on this hand then. And you better wear it with your mehndi as well when you wrap your hand around my co-“

“Next person please!”

You leap out of your seat, face ablaze and fuming indignantly as you hear him laugh behind you.

“Hey, Y/N!”

You turn and barely meet his eye.

“What?”

“Get the design on page three. It’ll suit you.”

You get the design on page three.

He leaves at one point and you think he’s gone for good, when he comes back 19 minutes later, ladoos and kheer loaded in his hands, a brown paper bag in between his teeth.

Your eyes widen as he seats himself next to you, and the girl doing your hand gives you a knowing smirk when you frantically shake your head for him to leave.

But nope. Instead, he meticulously takes time to form little bites of mixed sweets and hand feeds them to you, much to your utter embarrassment.

You can’t help it though! You’re so hungry, and the food is actually delicious. It’s totally not cuz of the way he looks at you like you’re the only girl in the world, like you’re the only one whose allowed to see this soft side of the eldest Todoroki…

It’s much later down the line when you two get engaged. It takes Dabi argument after argument of persuading his parents to host multiple iftaars just for your family. He doesn’t even want Hawks to be with him when you come over, he just wants you all to himself.

When you enter his house his mouth waters at seeing your shalwar. You barely lift your lashes to look at him, but he’s basically ogling at you.

At one point of you coming over Dabi points out to the adults that you’ve never had a full house tour before. Your parents permit him to show you around, and he uses this opportunity to isolate you in a distant part of the house, right in his room.

The second you hesitantly step in, holding a light dupatta over your head for a show of modesty, he’s closing the door and locking it behind him. You turn at the sound of the click to see him smirking and crossing his arms over as he leans against the door.

You frown. “Open the door Dabi, if either of our parents see us here alone they’re gonna call off the nikkah.”

“Oh, so you’re worried about wanting to be with me, huh?”

“Dabi,” you say exasperatedly, already reaching around him for the handle.

But he uses this momentum to yank your arm towards him and spin you around, pinning you to the door with his chest pressed against your back.

It’s silent save for both of your ragged breaths.

You’re terrified, you’ve never had a boy touch you like this and you don’t know what to do except gasp when he presses his boner against your ass.

“You wanna know something?” He whispers into your ear.

You shake your trembling head, and he softly kisses the side of your cheek.

“I’ve never really been one to follow protocol, but I won’t touch you too much while we’re engaged. I’ll be gentle with you and let you get used to how you’re going to be trained under me.”

You inhale softly and flinch when his hands travel up your sides, letting the edges of your dress ride up and flash a bit of your stomach.

“But after our wedding…just know that I’ll take you however I want. I won’t be as nice with letting you go. Even if you think you can escape by having our wedding night in either yours or my parents’ house, I’ll make sure everyone knows how my name sounds when it’s screaming from your lips.”

He rubs against you, your body trapped between a rock and a literal hard place.

You think he’s gonna feel up your chest from the way he hooks his chin over your shoulder and peers down at your breasts, but he just lightly licks a stripe up your neck and cooes when you whimper.

“Please, Dabi, not like this. Just-just wait a bit.”

“How can I wait when you taste so fucking good though,” he growls and tightens his grip around you, ripping another gasp from your throat.

But then, he stops. He lets you go and spins you around to face him.

You look up at him and he strokes one hand over the column of your neck.

Unmarked, begging for any kind of sign of ownership.

“But don’t get too excited. I still have to see how you cook me biryani and butter chicken if you want this dick,” he smirks and breaks the tension in the air when he senses you’re overstimulated, misty eyed and scrunched eyebrows a dead giveaway for him.

You swat his arm and scowl at his crudeness.

“Okay you’ve had your fun now, you cretin-“

“Cretin?” His eyes widen mockingly and he takes a step towards you, placing a hand on his chest in faux hurt.

You back up and he takes another step forwards.

“That’s a big girl word to use. It’s a pretty mean one too, you’re so mean to your husband-to-be, Y/N.” He pouts and you can’t help the disbelieving snort that comes out of you. As if he were that sensitive.

“You think our kids will be as mean as you?”

“What?!” You sputter.

He cocks his head and studies you.

“Or do you think they’ll be freakishly handsome like me?”

“Get your head out of your ass, you’re actually unbelievable.”

“Maybe if I put you in a mating press they’ll come out nicer…but I heard back shots make girls more submissive, so maybe that’ll transfer to one of ‘em.”

“Who said we’re having any kids?”

“What, you think I’m gonna let you be on birth control? Naw janoo, that pussys all mine. ‘M gonna cum in it whenever i want.”

And before you feel like you’re going to pass out, you hear a knock from the door, Natsuo calling out for both of you to join them for dinner.

Dabi looks at the door, then you.

“Ladies first,” he smirks and opens the door.

#god damn I ramble too much #sorry this was such a juicy prompt #hot moots #muslim bnha headcannons #muslim bnha #Muslim Dabi

[caffeineandimagine]

Long Time, No See - [Dabi]

A little girl running through Todoroki’s house being followed by a half-red half-white-haired boy, loud laughs of happiness who had been playing all day non-stopping until that horrible man entered the house and grabbed the boy by his arm. “Why is this girl is here, Shouto? I already told you to stay away from her and her family.” 

The boy lowered his head in a sign of respect to the old man knowing he did something pretty bad and broke the rules, but he wasn’t hopping to his father to find you in the house by the time being, you should leave one hour before the man came home to not create this chaos. “I’m sorry…” 

“It isn’t his fault, I came here to play…” You said, afraid of the consequences knowing the hero’s reputation at home, a bad man, treating his son like a prize to destroy another hero. “Don’t dare talking to me, little thing. Your father caused many problems for me and I don’t need you wandering around here listening my secrets to tell to that loser you call as a father.”

Tears start falling down your innocent face as the man keeps on throwing those words at you like you were nothing, just a little thing as he said. “Come with me, Shouto. Don’t waste your time with this useless drama.” He said, taking his son to the training room.

You ran with your eyes full of tears to the front door as fast as you could, never wanting to go back to that house again. Dumb you didn’t even look to where you were going until you dumped into something or someone. 

A red-haired boy a few years older than Shouto was holding you by the arms, saving you from hitting the front door. “You’re Shouto’s little friend, right? What happened?” Wiping some tears from your face and trying to remain calm, you took a closer look at his face being hypnotized by those eyes. 

“Let me guess, was it the old man?” You nodded, lowering your head down. “Don’t you cry, come here.” He hugged you, letting you feel the warmth of his body. “You’re a little doll and I won’t let anyone break you.” He gently smiled at you, a different kind of smile that you never saw in Shouto, especially now that he’s being beaten by the man who should be his father and look over him.

Living a normal hero life you have always dreamed of, studying and training with your friends to become a pro-hero and save more people should be a perfect life, right? So why you’re thinking about what happened in the past? Feeling like you left him behind, you can’t forget about it even for one second thinking it would betray the memory of him.

You just can’t hold yourself, studying with his brother was like a scar on you unable to make you pass through it, every time you see Shouto he reminds you of him, your first love, a love so pure that it’s almost unreal, a childhood love that got stuck in your brain just like a disease making you blame yourself every night for not being able to save Touya that time.

So you decided to take a stroll at night, trying to calm your nerves and forgive yourself for what happened in the past. Too lost in your thoughts you took the wrong path back home and ended up in a dark valley you had no idea of which part of the city it was. 

Soon as you regained consciousness you noticed a male shadow standing in front of you, you were afraid it could be a criminal or worse a villain but tried not to show your fragile posture. “What do you want? Who are you?”

“Can’t you even recognize me anymore, doll?” He smirked, showing his blue flames making you remember of him, Touya, he was standing right in front of you right now. How could it be true? Were your eyes tricking you?

“T-Touya? I thought you were…” You were forcing your mouth to speak, but it was like your whole body, mind and even your soul had suffered an electric shock, almost the sensation of seeing a ghost, but that ghost was alive.

You came closer to him and he takes some steps behind, he used to take care of you like an older brother, but now, he’s another person. “I don’t go by that name anymore, call me Dabi.” 

“What happened? Why didn’t you tell me you were alive? Why are you here? I have so many questions.” You seemed desperate in his eyes, but you were feeling betrayed, you thought both of you shared all the secrets to one another and he hid his fake death from you.

“I ran away ‘cause I fucking hated that man, now I’m a wanted villain thirsty for killing that motherfucker.” The more he speaks, the more you couldn’t recognize the person standing in front of you. If it weren't for his blue eyes and his unique quirk, you would say someone would be trying to mess with you.

“Why don’t you kill me then? Take me as a hostage to take your revenge over your father?” He comes closer, you can feel his breath in your neck and you can’t hold yourself thinking about the things you could do. 

“I have other plans for you, my pretty doll.” He kisses your neck making you feel weak, you can’t feel your legs and the only thing you can hear is your heart beating faster than never. “I know you’ve waited for this moment to be true for so long… And I could tell you I felt the same way.” 

He pushes you over the valley wall and put both arms around you for you not to escape, it’s like you’re his prey and he’s the hunter but he got you in his trap. “Touya… Don’t make it harder for me to arrest you.” You bluff, you know very well that you would never be able to hand your loved one over to the police, especially after all these years without him.

“I don’t see any problem with us having these little secret meetings, do you?” You stayed silent, you always wanted to belong to him even if you had to keep the most dangerous secret of dating a wanted villain from your hero friends or even Shouto, it didn’t matter at that moment.

“You’re messing up with danger here, doll.” His words made you wanted it even more, ‘cause it was in danger that we feel that adrenaline and you were addicted to it, even when you were a teenager you used to dream about feeling his lips on yours, his hands caressing your body.

“You think so? I’m a grown-up girl now, Dabi.” You pull him towards you, both ready to belong to each other even if it was in that dark alley, the details didn’t matter, the feelings were on edge and you couldn’t hold on anymore, not after all this time, you were about to belong to your beloved Toyua Todoroki, your new rebellious Dabi.

#bnha scenarios #bnha #bnha dabi #dabi x reader #toyua todoroki #todoroki shouto #my hero academia #mha imagines #mha dabi

[the-final-sif]

Okay, hear me out on this, so we’re all fairly sure Dabi is Touya Todoroki. I’ve seen a lot of takes on his ‘secret identity’ reveal, and they’re all valid, but like, what if he isn’t actually trying to keep his identity a secret?

I mean, for fuck sake the guy called Shouto and Endeavor by their full names when he often doesn’t use his teammate’s names. His fire quirk is pretty distinctive. Maybe he dyed his hair, or maybe it just ended up like that because of his quirk/the burning. But he doesn’t really seem to be like, trying to hide who he is. He’s not volunteering information, but like, connecting the dots isn’t hard.

What if Dabi isn’t trying to hide the fact he was Touya at all, and he just like, assumes everyone else is aware of that. Like, he thinks obviously Endeavor and Shouto recognized him, but they acknowledged he was no longer Touya and fought him as they should. Tomura must’ve figured it out when he was joining, right? Guy’s supposed to be really smart. 

Only, nobody’s figured it out. Or maybe like, one person figured it out. Imma say Katsuki since he has had enough interaction with Dabi and knows enough about Shouto’s history to put 2 and 2 together, but also he’s dense enough to not think to mention it to anyone else. He, like Dabi, just assumes everyone else has also figured this out and they’re all just not saying shit to be polite. Now Katsuki isn’t normally polite, but even he knows better than to touch that with a 10 ft pole. Plus it doesn’t exactly come up in casual conversation.

So anyways, this could play out one of two ways. One, heroes and villains are fighting and someone else, Shouto or Izuku maybe, finally puts it together and like shouts it out in surprise.

“You’re Touya Todoroki!”

The whole fucking battlefield freezes, all looking at where Dabi is like, confused more than anything else.

“...Yeah? We established that ages ago?”

And it’s a fucking uproar, like straight up everyone forgets they’re supposed to be killing each other because almost nobody realized this for no particular reason other than they’re dumb.

Tomura’s like, wait, you’re Endeavor’s kid?? That’s why you hate the guy so much?? Why didn’t you say anything?? 

Shouto’s stuck in, holy fuck you’re alive and also a villain and also you managed to give dad a scar which was cool of you but did you have to make him look more like me? Rude?

Aizawa’s dad mode has kicked into high fucking gear because 1) that is the older brother of one of his students Who Is Probably Not Having A Good Day, 2) The Implications About Endeavors Parenting Are Concerning Him.

Then of course Katsuki pipes up to agree with Dabi of all people for once.

“What are all of you fucking on? Of course he’s Touya Todoroki? That’s been super fucking obvious the entire time? He’s not being subtle about this shit?”

Dabi, so glad someone here still has working eyesight. “Thank you! See, the weird explosion kid got it! Why the hell were the rest of you thinking?!”

At some point Dabi decides he’s done with this BS and leaves, the fight continues but it’s super half-hearted and the villains just kinda,,, leave too.

The other way this could go down, is Katsuki sorta slips up at some strategy meeting with like, everyone there. I’m talking Endeavor + the class + a bunch of other pro-heroes (Hawks included, who I want to mention is sleeping with Dabi by this point and still 100% unaware). Now let’s say Katsuki got some information or something and so he’s talking them all through what he knows + his recommendations for an attack. While he’s trying to keep it professional, he’s also still Katsuki.

“... so then if Endeavor’s worst son shows up there the-”

“Wait, why would Shouto end up there? He’s supposed to be on the Recon team.”

Katsuki paused to eye them oddly, before rolling his eyes.

“No, not Icyhot though he does suck too, nah, I’m talking about the oldest one. Touya or whatever. Anyways, if Dabi shows up there-”

Dead fucking silence for all of 2 seconds before the entire room explodes as everyone figures this shit out at once.

“How long have you known??? How did you figure it out?”

“Since the asshole called Icyhot by his full name in the middle of the woods? How did none of you assholes figure it out?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?!”

“I thought we all knew and we were being polite and not saying shit about it!”

“Wait, why did you bring it up then?”

“I’m not good at being polite.”

Its 50% “oh fuck how didn’t we see this before” and 50% “holy shit this changes everything”.

Hawks has just gone still and silent with the realization he is sitting next to his childhood hero, a man who he works with regularly now, and whose son he’s been hate-dating for the past several months. A lot of things suddenly make sense and also he feels he should just bury himself now because when that comes out he is very dead.

On the battle field Shouto probably tries to like, make this an angsty confrontation by calling Dabi ‘Touya’ and he,,, just pauses.

“...Is there, something else you’re planning to say there?”

“You’re my older brother!”

“... I mean yeah, but that’s not exactly new. Right?”

Several seconds of awkward silence.

“Oh holy shit, did you really not know?”

“Shut up.”

“Shouto, I know you’re dense, but I really haven’t been fucking subtle about this.”

“Shut up!”

“Man, have fun explaining this to mom.”

“I hate you so much.”

“Well that’s kinda the fucking point here.”

#dabi is touya #todoroki touya #dabi #dabihawks #hot wings #dabi is a todoroki #katsuki bakugou #shouto todoroki #bnha hawks #sif speaks #mha hawks #hawks #bnha #mha #sif writes #my headcanons #endeavor #enji todoroki #todoroki family #endeavor's a+ parenting

[reineyday]

some feelings abt touya and bnha 302 in general! (long post)

jesus this whooooole chapter makes me so so so sad for touya, like he's canonically a crier and i just have all these images now of him crying off to the side while enji looks at his other kids and gives them the time of day. knowing that he was/is a frustrated crier makes the fact that dabi cant cry cuz of his burned tear ducts that much sadder ohhman

one of the things i cant get over is how touya was SO shunned by his dad that when he went to go tell enji about his fire turning from red to blue, he says "i might be as awesome as shouto sooner or later!" like?? this boy is 13 and shouto is 5 yet he's talking like the brother that's eight years younger than him is better than him and thar it's just a fact. the sky is blue, enji wants to beat all might one day, and shouto is better than the rest of his siblings. nevermind that he's only five and just wants to play with his siblings (and dont even mention to me how shouto says he wants to play with "touya and them" cuz im gonna fucking cry abt it. like even though touya's accepted he's bottom of the ladder in this family, shouto clearly wants some sort of acknowledgement from his older siblings and especially his older brother. IM FVCKN SOBBN). enji has made it clear in this family that shouto was what he was looking for and everyone else is not as important, and i knew this from shouto's pov but it's kinda wild to see it implied so casually in touya's words.

"you'll be glad you created me! i just know it!" HOLY SHIT. god my heart. oh my fuck. literally all enji had to do was show up to the fucking mountain, and he couldnt even do that? what the hell?? your son asks you to go to the mountain, you tell your wife not to let him go traim but she said she couldnt stop him, and instead of going yourself to make sure he's okay and BECAUSE HE ASKED YOU TO COME (and with an actually valid reason, no less! fire changing colour is kind of a big fucking deal!!!) you just?? let him go and let him stay there??? my god the amount of times touya must have burned himself and the trees with tears in his eyes. ahhhHHH!!!

what kills me (and touya too soon?) was that we thought before the back story started that enji forced touya to train till he burned up. then when 290 came out--and definitely after 301--we thought maybe touya overtrained himself and burned up. and sure, he was definitely overtraining, but to find out that the burns that "killed" him started just bc he was crying so much he lost control and didnt know how to ease up on his flames? he was upset and literally trying to get himself to stop crying, and then he just set himself aflame and burned up cuz of all his emotions??? that HURTS. holy fuck.

i cant believe natsuo's feeling lowkey guilty for not socking enji in the face like he wasnt EIGHT???? and let's be real, enji woukdnt have fucking listened to natsuo telling him to talk to touya--he already wasnt listening when touya would straight up say "look at me" and when even rei said touya just wanted enji to look at him and notice him. listen, i know sometimes miscommunications happen in families and children are embarrassed to admit they want attention and so their parents remain unaware that theyre not giving their kid something they want, but touya was as clear as can be on MANY occasions, and even rei agreed touya needed the attention and enji just wasnt listening.

also i know there was discourse abt touya being sexist by telling natsu that "the women in this house are good for nothing" and mb it was partly diff translations cuz i feel like saying "this house" makes it specific to rei and yumi instead of all women everywhere, but even disregarding that--i think it's a valid thought for him to have when rei wasnt standing up for him (where he could see, at least) and yumi admitted herself that she was too scared to interfere and so just tried to fix things and keep appearances. i feel like based on what touya's seen from them, it makes sense that he has that opinion. (also gonna mention that i think rei's and yumi's choices also make sense and i think they were valid, seeing as how they were afraid as well.)

and poor natsu being woken up in the middle of the night (what was implied to be often enough, esp cuz it seemed they share a room and their futons are close) bc of touya's pain. that's a lot of emotional responsibility for an eight year old, and it is also so sad that at 13, touya didnt have anyone else to turn to but his kid brother. at 13, i remember being fully aware of the distinction in maturity between an 8 year old and myself, and it sucks that touya couldnt go to anyone but a younger child with all his pain. i bet yumi being too scared to interfere translated to touya as "she wouldnt help me" and thats another reason he didnt go to the 2nd oldest when he needed to vent. (also not related to this but how the FUCK was natsuo so tall at 8 years old? wh a t)

this chapter. this fucking chapter. my heart aches for touya, and it's just such a huge fucking shame he didnt get the attention and validation and support he needed. there must have been workarounds so that touya could safely use his quirk. there weere DEFINITELY better ways to support your son through a self-destructive quirk, ways that involved actually being there and seeing him. i feel like if someone showed him the attention he needed and talked him through how to better control his emotions (and by extension, his flames) and a positive and healthy way, he could have been someone so great. and if he ever learned how to set aside the way he felt infefior to shouto and saw that shouto just wanted to play with his cool older siblings, it might have been really beneficial to see that there was someone there who thinks he's cool and gave him attention just bc he was an older brother, who needed him when everyone else in the househild didnt seem to need him.

and lastly, the fact that the chapter ends with rei saying that shouto is the family hero and that shouto will have to face dabi?? and it makes me angry that shouto has to take on that responsibility. that he was five and suffering for things he wasnt even a part of, couldnt be properly aware of, bc he was so young. he just saw that he was separated from his siblings and that his dad bullied his mom, then grew up shouldering enji's heavy goals and high expectations and abusive training alongside the barely-there memories of his older brother who died (i say barely there bc if natsu didnt even know shouto liked cold soba, shouto was definitely not around enough to have solid memories of touya before he "died"), and now he has to do the emotional labour of fighting his villain brother (who i bet shouto lowkey empathizes with when he thinks abt it late at night) as well as suffer the physical consequences of that agni kai. and it makes me angry that he has to do that, bc he's a Good Guy and he probably feels he has some sort of filial and familial responsibility. he's only 16. he just wanted to play with touya and them, and now he has to deal with this horse shit dabi's causing cuz his dad's an emotionally neglecting asshat who couldnt see past his dumb fucking ego until he saw shouto play with a bunch of kids during shou's remedial exam a decade after his eldest son burned himself to death. what the fuckety fuck.

lastly, since we saw touya burn uo the way he did... did he really just like... burn so much his jaw fell off, and that's how they found the jawbone? cuz holy hot (BURNING too soon???) damn that must have been painful as all hell. i wonder if next chapter we get to see if someone found touya at the park and helped him out and sorted out the jaw bone thing, or if we finally get to see if deku wakes up lol.

anyways this chapter hurt my heart big time, and i kinda wanna draw kid touya crying while being overlooked by his family to let out some of those feelings but we'll see.

and i still stand by my idealistic and naively optimistic hope that dabi gets redeemed and they soend some actually time together as a family (without enji. or at least, with an enji that has apologized to touya in seiza. like, forehead-to-floor apologize.)

does this hope sort out how dabi redeems himself, seeing as how he's murdered people in cold blood and shouldnt be excused for that bc those actions are also inarguably terrible? no. not sure how he could redeem himself for that kinda stuff honestly, but it doesnt mean i dont still somehow want the todoroki sibs to get along, cuz im weak for mending families.

also id like to send a huge kudos out into the world to rei todoroki for being firm for once and for also not running away from her mistakes like her asshole husband has been. i really admire and respect that. she was afraid and being abused, but now that she's been away from enji and has had time to heal, now that her and shouto are in the mend and she's seen that her eldest son is alive and a villain, she's a place where she can acknowledge that even though she was a victim too, she played a part in touya's emotional neglect and she's taking responsibility and that speaks to some incredible fucking strength. damn.

i hope one day that dabi realizes the same in regards to his mother and natsuo, who shouldered a lot of his emotional pain and suffered the consequences of his outbursts (even though his emotions are valid and his outbursts understandable, he still hurt rei and put a lot of pressure on natsu), and i also hope he sees that for all that he hates his father, his whole existence revolves around enji and it's a shitty place to be (and then he'll have ANGST abt it and that shit will be!! so good!!!)

yeah i think those were all my feelings. i had so many lol. their family situation is so difficult, i hope they all turn out okay and alive and healing.

oh i guess i also wanted to say that i kept calling enji an asshat and asshole cuz he was for sure, but i still think his redemption is valid and im glad he's taking those steps to be a better person by being a better father. i dont know if id want his family to forgive him for all that horrible shit he put them through (im personally hoping that no matter what anyone else does, natsuo will choose to to cooperate in the healing of his family as a unit but will never forgive enji) but i think it's good of people to try to be better than they were yesterday regardless of whether or not they get forgiveness. i dont personally like enji, but i dont hate that he's getting a redemption. i just hope it's a redemption that makes sense and forces him to put in the work, and isnt something like a death sacrifice for shouto or dabi. i want him to be alive and i want his redemption process to hurt like a fucking bitch while he forces himself to make better choices and be a better person, cuz redemption isnt supposed to be easy in the slightest. i GUESS all the crying he did in 302 was a good start.

anyways, if for some reason you read all the way down to the bottom--hello! and thanks for reading haha. cheers! :)))

#rei rambles #bnha #bnha 302 #todorokis #todoroki touya

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Title: With Blue Flames and Ice we Freeze For @villainmonth Day 1 - Monster Pairing:  DabiGeten Rating: T Word Count: 2,606 Read on Ao3 Summary:  

Living in Hell isn't Dabi's first choice, but after getting kicked out of Heaven, he's stuck. It's a pain in his ass, especially when his father forces him to undergo the Trials of Hell in order to prepare him to be the next King of Hell. Dabi isn't particularly interested in facing the various 'Sins', but this is his 'fate'. With Geten to guide him, Dabi suffers as they descend together into the depths of Hell.

Thank you to @amaisenshi and @ohmytheon for reading this over <3

Hell is shit.

It smells like shit. It looks like shit. The air even tastes like shit.

It's just shit.

He supposes it's nice being able to call it shit. Not being able to swear in Heaven sucked.

But the real reason Hell is shit is the demon standing in front of him. His father, the King of Hell, Todoroki Enji.

"Touya-"

"Dabi," he snaps. If he's going to be here, doing this whole 'demon thing', he might as well embrace it right?

Plus, he likes seeing the way his father's eye twitches when he corrects him like that.

"Touya," Enji snarls, his voice darker than the first time.

"What?" he answers, deciding not to argue with him any further. It's never worth it. For someone who's a prince, he doesn't have an awful lot of freedom.

'You'll love Hell,' his father had told him. 'As a prince, you'll be able to do whatever you want.'

What a big fat fucking joke that was.

There hadn't been one day down here that Enji hadn't bothered him. Dabi has lost track of how long he's been here, but he's seen Enji's face too many damn times so he's been here for far too long.

"Come with me to throne room," Enji demands.

Dabi rolls his eyes. He's comfortable in his bed, meaning he doesn't want to move, especially not for the sake of his father.

"Why?"

"Because I said so," Enji booms.

"Touchy," Dabi hums, swinging his legs over the bed, his turquoise eyes finally meeting his father's.

As per usual, flames cover the majority of his father's body. They lick at his face, covering his eyes, his forehead and upper lip. The demon probably thinks it looks intimidating and scary; something fitting for the devil, but Dabi thinks it’s dumb as shit.

Just like the rest of Hell.

He supposes it is fitting in a way.

"I don't know why you insist on acting like a child," Enji scoffs. "Perhaps I was wrong about you being ready." He mutters the last statement under his breath, as if he'll lure Dabi in and make him question what it is he said. The truth is, Dabi couldn't care less.

Enji stares at him expectantly.

"Alright, then I guess I'm not ready." He lays back down. Why not? Anything to make his father's flames flicker with rage.

"So you did hear me then."

"Yup," Dabi says, folding his hands behind his head as he stares at the cavern ceiling.

"Todoroki Touya," Enji snaps, the fire flaring up against his face and chest. "You will meet me in the throne room and you change out of this ridiculous get up. We have much to discuss. I will no longer tolerate your lazy behavior."

"Sure father," he hisses. Enji glares at him before he snaps his fingers, disappearing from the cavern.

Dabi sighs, running his hand down his face. On the list of things he doesn't want to do, talking more to his father is way at the top; above getting up, being active, living in Hell... etc.

But it's not like he can avoid the asshole forever. He’ll just snap his way back here if Dabi doesn’t show up.

Pushing himself out of bed, he stumbles towards his bathroom. He doesn't really think his get up is ridiculous, especially compared to his father... though he supposes the scars on his face are a bit... much.

But he likes to remind his father of what he did.

And maybe he likes to remind himself too. Every time he looks at his face, he hears his own screams, feels the flames of Hell searing into his angelic skin.

There's a small part of him that wonders what his father wants. It's not that he cares, but he wonders what Enji plans on bothering him with now.

He swallows, pulling in a long breath of air, letting the demonic horns curl over the top of his dark hair, a long demon tail curling around his body. He holds up his hand, letting blue flames cover the tips of his fingers. It burns, but it's a sensation he's used to. It's almost lethargic; painfully soothing. His eyes slowly drift to black, the turquoise of his irises covered in the demonic look his eyes now give off.

He looks like he belongs here.

He moves his fingers and extinguishes the flames, letting out a bored sigh. Hell wouldn't be so bad if his father would leave him alone.

"Morning, Touya!'

Another sigh slips from his lips, desperately trying to hold in his aggravation. "'Yumi," he mutters, turning to look at his twin sister. She's standing in the doorway of his cavern, looking far too happy for her own good. "It's not really morning. It can't ever be morning."

Fuyumi tilts her head, her bright white locks bouncing against her cheek. "Yeah, but... you just woke up!"

Again he wants to clarify they don't really sleep here, but he's not going to argue with his twin, especially not when she's coming to him all chipper. "Sure," he mutters, flicking his tail back and forth.

"You're looking especially demonic today," she hums.

"Boss' orders," he says, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Dad? He asked you to look like your demon-self? Do you think I should too?" She glances down at herself. As always Fuyumi looks out of place for, well, "a demon" with her long pants and her way-too-hot-to-be-worn in Hell sweater.

He and Fuyumi always were opposites; two sides of the same coin. While he had been born with demonic energy, she had been born with pure angelic energy... which she gave up, to be with her family in Hell.

Dabi, on the other hand, wouldn't have given up Heaven for anything, especially not their horrible devil of a father. He had had no choice in the matter; Heaven spat him out so fast, he could barely remember what it looked like.

"No. He only asked to see me," Dabi snorts. "Besides you suck at controlling your demonic energy." He stands in front of her and notices the way her pale cheeks heat up.

"I-I don't! I could handle a little..." she mutters, glancing away. Since she doesn't try anything, Dabi assumes she hasn't actually gotten better at all. "Anyway," she says, clearing her throat as she follows him out of the cavern. He could use his powers to snap around Hell all he wants, but he doesn't mind taking the long elevator down to the throne room; anything to keep Enji waiting longer.

"Do you know why he called for you?"

Dabi clicks his tongue. "Does he ever tell me that sort of shit?"

"I guess not," Fuyumi sighs, looking down at the ground with such sadness in her eyes it almost makes Dabi feel bad. The problem is, Fuyumi is hell bent on getting them to be a happy demon family, and Dabi knows it's never going to happen; not with Enji as their father.

She had it so good in Heaven too; able to stay with their mother and Natsuo... but she had claimed she needed to be with her twin and so she willing gave up being an angel, something Dabi never would've done had the situation been reversed.

He supposes that's why he was born more demon than angel.

"I don't really care what this meeting is about," he says, pushing the button to the elevator waiting for it to rise up.

Fuyumi narrows her eyes. "Then why are you going?" She acts, for a moment, like Dabi has some kind of say in this matter.

"Well," he sighs, rolling his head back, his dark eyes looking more tired than before. "I don't exactly have a choice."

"Right," she whispers, and stays quiet for the rest of the elevator ride. He can tell she wants to speak to him, but he knows she's unsure of what to say. By now she knows she's not going to change Dabi's opinions on anything, especially not when it comes to their father.

When the old elevator clamors to the ground, halting at its destination, Dabi steps off, leading the way towards the main throne room. He hopes that whatever his father has to say, it'll be over quickly.

Stepping into the wide throne room, he stares at the flames which cover the large, stone chair. It stands tall, the flames making the chair look deceptively taller and Enji sits, basking in the heat.

The room is mostly empty, minus a few paths of lava which line the corner. It's hot in this room and though Dabi is supposed to be immune to the temperatures in Hell, he's feeling it... admittedly he's felt the fluctuating temperatures of Hell for the majority of his ‘life’. There's not much in this large room, but the throne is enough to prove how much power Enji has, with the swift movement of his hand he can adjust the size of the flames.

"You certainly took your time," Enji barks, pushing himself out of the chair.

"You told me to look the part. I had to get ready," Dabi shrugs, and he loves the vein twitching on Enji's brow.

"And you brought Fuyumi I see," he says, walking down the small steps to stand on the ground in front of them.

"She showed up," Dabi says.

"Good morning, Father!"

"Good morning, Fuyumi. Unfortunately, this is only important for your brother," Enji snaps, his eyes scanning Fuyumi up and down.

They all know she's not the strongest here, which means Enji prefers to pretend like she barely exists.

"It's alright-" she starts to say, but Enji cuts her off.

"The time has come Touya. I will be testing you to see if you are worthy to take over as the King of Hell once I am gone."

Dabi's eyes narrow, his glare burning towards his father. "Forget it. I'm leaving."

"This isn't an option, Touya. I've been training you for years to prepare you for these trials. You will face the appointed sins and they will be the ones to deem if you are worthy," Enji explained.

Sounds like a lot of effort.

"No thanks," Dabi snorts, folding his arms across his chest.

"Touya, this isn't something you can say no to. You are my eldest son and you possess the strongest demonic energy of all my children. It is your fate to eventually take over as the King of Hell."

"No," he snaps. "That's just what you want my fate to be."

Flames shoot out from the throne, Enji's temper flaring. "You do not have a choice. What do you not understand about that?" He steps forward, glaring down at Dabi. "You're holding on to a useless dream. You will never be an angel and you will never see that woman again. You must let it go and complete the trials to take my place."

"Dad..." Fuyumi whispers, reaching forward to take Dabi's hand. She's so kind; far too kind to be trapped in Hell for the rest of her afterlife.

He yanks his hand away from Fuyumi, flicking his demon tail back and forth. He feels the flames licking under his skin, the anger... the frustration. The thing that bothers him the most is when Enji is right.

He glances towards the throne and clenches his fists. Is this really to be his fate? Will he be trapped in Hell for eternity? A king... and a monster?

Unless...

Dabi has always loved pissing his father off. The idea of kicking him off his own throne does sound slightly appealing. As the King, he could do whatever he wanted with this ‘hell hole’ and Enji would have no say.

"Fine," he whispers. "I'll do your trials." If only to take Enji down, if only to replace him and maybe find a way to make this place slightly bearable. He lives to annoy his father.

"Glad to see you've come around," Enji says, making his way back up to the throne. Sitting down, he rests his chin on his hand. "I'll be introducing you to your guide."

Guide? Why the hell does he need a guide?

"Geten." Enji snaps his fingers.

Within an icy cloud, a woman appears. It shocks Dabi, how angelic she looks. Long white hair, flows down her back and her eyes are icy blue. She's wearing a thick parka, a bizarre clothing choice, given how hot it is in Hell. She doesn't look phased to be standing in the throne room, instead she looks bored.

"Geten, this is my son, Touya. You will be guiding him through the trials."

"Mmm." She makes a soft noise, holding her hand out. Her fingertips glisten with sparkling ice as she flicks her hand forward, creating a long path of ice right in front of Dabi. She takes a step and slides down it, moving directly in front of him, her nose inches away from his. Up close her skin seems to glisten with the ice she controls, her pale face smooth and lovely. She doesn't look anything like a demon.

She leans in towards him, her blue eyes narrowing. "This scrawny fucker? You're trying to make him the next king?"

Well, her mouth doesn't suit her appearance.

Dabi folds his arms behind his head. "Don't bother arguing with him. He's just going to tell you it's 'my fate'."

She snorts. "If you can actually make it through the trials."

Dabi shrugs. "It's not like I can die."

Enji sighs. "Touya, if you lose all your demonic energy, you will end up in Purgatory."

"Oh no," he says dryly. As if he would let that happen, and even if it did, he couldn't imagine it being any worse than Hell. It doesn't matter where he is, since he can never go back to the place he wants to be.

"Touya..." Enji growls.

"My first order as King will be to have everyone call me Dabi," he snaps. Anything to rid himself of the shitty name his father bestowed upon him.

"Aren't you pleasant?" Geten mutters, folding her arms, the ice melting around her feet. "Well let's get going. Time for you to face your doom."

"Is a guide supposed to be this pessimistic?" Dabi asks.

"We're demons. What do you expect?"

He glances her up and down, wondering if she actually is a demon. A woman who shimmers so brightly shouldn't be in the dark caverns of Hell... and why does she have strange ice powers.

"I wish you luck, Touya," Enji says, nodding as Geten begins to walk off, heading behind the throne towards the depths of Hell. Touya has never been down there, for obvious reasons. It's only meant for the King and higher-ranked demons; the Sins.

"Touya!" Fuyumi calls out before he can leave and she rushes to him, hugging him. "Please be safe."

He grunts, stumbling backwards a bit, but he knows she means well; the one person he can't push away. "Quit fuckin' worrying," he mutters, pulling back.

"I know. I just... be careful..."

He nods to her, purposefully not looking at his father as he walks by the throne, hands tucked into his pockets. He doesn't particularly want to do these trials, but if it means knocking his father down a bit, he supposes it'll be worth it.

Geten stands beyond the throne, ice dripping from her fingertips. She still looks bored, as if this is the worst burden placed on her. They share that in common.

Going deeper into Hell only reminds Dabi of what he thought all along:

Hell really is shit.

#villain month 2019 #dabigeten #geti #dabi #bnha #geten #villainmonth #demon AU #Hell AU

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general relationship headcanons for Bakugou, shoto and dabi? btw, any rules for this blog like NSFW and hard limits?? good luck with this blog!!!💗💗

General Relationship Headcanons

First of all, thank you so much 😀

To answer your question though, I did plan to put up some rules or something along those lines but I thought about it and I’ve decided against it. I kinda wanna try writing stuff I’d generally avoid. Once upon a time, I only wrote for humour, and now look at me! Getting all romantic and shit. So, if you’d like me to do some NSFW or some sketchy shit, let’s tussle.

Thanks again. I hope you like this.

※ Warnings: none!

※ Pairings: Bakugou x Reader, Todoroki x Reader, Dabi x Reader

Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou is in a relationship?!

And honestly, who would believe him, knowing how he was.

You knew about his crush on you before he knew about his crush on you. The guy wasn’t really subtle when he liked someone a little more than the rest.

At first you thought he was a little more gentle towards his friends in general, up until he “casually” asked what type of guy you’d be into.

You gasped, to his chargrin, then with a sly smirk asked him out on a date.

Bakugou holds that against you. Any disagreements, any fights you ever have always ends with a “Well I guess you shouldn’t have asked me out on a fucking date first!!” or “Guess you’re regretting asking me out first huh?!”

He’s a little insecure.

For your anniversaries, valentine’s day and the like, unless you spell out what you’d like a few days prior, he wouldn’t really do anything special.

To him, stuff like that is unnecessary and dumb.

If you really want him to be a certain way, you’d have to bait him.

“You know, I was talking to Yuki the other day and apparently her boyfriend bought her some diamond earrings.”

“………”

“And apparently, it was for no special occasion. No reason. It was just a token of his lov-”

“SHUT YOUR FACE I’LL BE BACK.”

Proceeds to buy you a whole set.

He’s a little private with this relationship.

Therefore, your regular dates consists of taking walks in secluded areas (ex: beach in the night), chatting and snacking in each other’s rooms, and the occasional lunches in slightly pricey restaurants.

Bakugou becomes handsy when your attention is away from him. Especially if you’re ignoring him. He will either disrupt what you’re doing with an angry pout at the least or wreck it at most.

In terms of affection, he likes playing hard to get. He’ll demand invite you over after a while of not seeing each other and you’d think that any normal boyfriend would jump you immediately.

Oh no. Bakugou grunts at your arrival and continues to do whatever he was doing prior. He gets off on seeing you irritatedly climb onto his lap or grab his shoulder and jerk him around to face you.

He’ll keep the uninterested act going for a bit, looking away and avoiding your touch. Depending on your mood you’ll either -

Kiss him because you’ve missed him, and he’d loosen up almost immediately, so that when you pull away you both smile at each other lovingly before going in for another one.

Ditch him because he’s being annoying, and he’d barricade the door first before ravaging you.

Since his parents are in the fashion industry, Bakugou always critiques you on what you’re wearing. He even steals a few pieces he likes from their collections and gifts them to you, claiming you’d make it work better than those hungry models.

His mom doesn’t like you immediately, his dad does.

Not that Bakugou cares.

During a particular dinner date with his family (it was his dad’s birthday and of course he announced to his parents that you’d be joining them) his mother made a snide comment about his choice in partner.

“Actually Bakugou-san, I’m the one who initially asked him out.”

The table went quiet for a moment, before the older woman bursts out in an obnoxious laughter eerily similar to her son’s, who was glowering angrily at you in silence. You politely smile despite your confusion, and glance at the only other sane person on the table, Papa Bakugou, who nervously chuckles, knowing exactly what his wife was on about.

“Oh, I was so wrong about you!”

“…excuse me?”

“I never knew Katsuki would take up from his father in his love life!” Mama Bakugou leans in with a warm grin, her eyes full of mischief. “Safe to say the Bakugou men like a woman who knows what she wants.”

You’ve never heard Bakugou cuss someone out as much as he did that night.

But, you got along better with his mom and that’s all that mattered right?

“We are never going back there.”

Guess not.

“Sure, I got what I needed anyways.”

“Hah?”

You lean in until you’re inches from his face, enough to think that you’re about to kiss him as his eyes fall to your stretching lips, only for you to whisper, “Apparently you like a girl who takes charge huh?”

He grunts, pressing his forehead to yours, just about to kiss you, when you confess -

“And baby pictures for future blackmail reference.”

Todoroki Shouto

Todoroki is in a relationship?!

All the females (and the occasional few men) were devastated when this came to light.

Thanks to Endeavour’s A+ parenting skills, this boy was pitifully clueless in everything not heroics.

So, when he first feels…differently about you, he thinks something’s wrong with him.

Of course he asks his mom the next time he visits her, whom, with a gentle smile, tells him he has feelings towards you.

You’re a little confused as to why he pulls you aside and asks to talk somewhere private, and even more confused when he has the gall to tell you about his newfound feelings and not ask you on a date but rather he has to think about them before he acts upon them (or not).

You don’t know whether you’re flattered (because it’s Todoroki) or offended (because he asked you to remain single until he figured it out).

Deciding to humour him a bit, you agree and go about your week.

It takes him about two weeks before he decides he wants to experience a relationship with you and approaches you at lunch. As soon as he voices these thoughts, you nod your head, fighting back a smile as you tell him you need to think about it before answering.

“Oh.”

“Yup. I’m going to disappear for a while and see if I like you.”

He tilts his head, eyebrows raised as he says, “If you didn’t like me back, you wouldn’t have agreed or waited for me back then.”

Your smile drops like hot potatoes.

“In fact, I don’t think any normal person would do that. Maybe you like me more.”

“N-no! I…uh…”

“That’s why I like you too.”

Todoroki is a precious good boyfriend.

If he meets someone, anyone, he’ll immediately introduce you as his significant other.

That may not seem out of character for any regular boyfriend, but imagine stopping conversations just to make that announcement.

“Midoriya, Iida, this is my girlfriend.”

“Oh it’s a pleasure to finally meet yo-”

“Yaoyorozu, this is my girlfriend.”

“Oh, ah -”

“Kaminari, this is my girlfriend.”

“Hey-”

“Kirishima -”

“Shouto! Stop running up to people only to cut them off, that’s rude!”

Todoroki turns away from Kirishima, looking between you and his shocked classmates, before nodding. You smile, about to start a conversation with Midoriya and Iida (i.e. where he left you) when you notice Todoroki tapping furiously on his phone. You exchange looks with his friends before approaching him and asking what he was doing.

“I’m texting a picture of you to everyone I associate with.”

“Oh boy.”

Todoroki is totally the type to research on how to be a good boyfriend.

You’re always recieving flowers and the like so often that the particular store he buys them off of know you two by name.

He is very diligent with anniversaries and special occasions. He’ll go more than all out for you.

Eventually will stop referring to online when he gets to know you, but leaves a long review on a site that he preferred to follow about his findings and experience in order to help the next lovesick fool.

Todoroki is touch starved.

You grab his hand one day and at first he doesn’t seem fazed or affected by the change.

But the next time you see each other, he immediately holds your hand like he missed it. It breaks your heart every time (in a good way).

He likes it when you play with his hair.

Your usual dates can be anything from movie marathons, going to fairs and amusement parks, and chilling under a kotatsu telling stories to each other.

It’s probably after a few months of dating that he kisses you.

After that door is open, congratulations, you’ve just won a koala bear.

As in, his clinginess is OVER 9000!

You meet his family soon after his affection skyrockets, starting with his mother, whom is a little weary but gradually warms up to you after she sees how happy Shouto is.

His siblings like you instantly and attempt to get you to spill stuff about their baby brother, before he promptly pushes you out of the house.

And of course, he runs into his father as he’s leaving.

“So you are the distraction!” Endeavour booms as soon as he sees his son’s hands on your shoulders.

Before your boyfriend blows up on his dad in your honour, you touch his hand, bringing his attention to you, before you bow graciously to Endeavour and drag Todo with you. You both aren’t out of earshot when Endeavour calls out to you two with a sly, “If you are able to tame my Shouto so easily, young lady, I will allow this little courtship.”

“Hmm, that was easier than I thought.” You admit non-commitedly as soon as you two were alone. His opinion didn’t really matter enough to Todo for you to care anyways.

“Let’s see what that bastard has to say when I propose to you.”

“Huh?!”

“…..huh?”

Dabi

Shigaraki asked Dabi to go get information from the LOV’s personal source, and when Dabi didn’t find anyone to dump the burden on, he grudgingly went himself.

What kind of person would help that twit enough for him to trust anyways?

Who would’ve thought that the personal source for the villains would be so…

Well, you.

He crudely asked if you were seeing anyone right off the bat, and when you replied with an irritated, “Yes, now cork it and listen.” he could’ve sworn you said you were taken.

But all he heard was “Yes, now cork them and listen.”

As in you gave him permission to snuff them out.

Shigaraki was royally pissed and threw a whole tantrum when Dabi came back and told him the wrong information, only finding out when one of his villains were captured by the police.

He was tasked with getting the job done in the end.

“ - and Shigaraki Tomura has decided not to send you to our source in the coming future.”

“What?”

Dabi took to the streets after that, avoiding populated areas, and occasionally threatening to burn the scum who attempted to talk to him. Why did assholes decide to bother him when he least wanted to be bothered?

He’s turning a corner when he stumbles upon you and a random group of thugs, in what seems to be like you exchanging information with them.

Dabi leans against the wall and waits for you to be done, when one of the thugs grabs your hand out of nowhere.

He burns them all to ashes.

You stand there, shell shocked, as you watch the men scream in pure agony before they’re reduced to nothing, and then your horrified eyes look up and see the same asshole Shigaraki sent days ago.

There’s something sickeningly beckoning about the way the blue flames barely lick your face before diminishing before your eyes, pulling you to nearly step over the remains of your associates to follow it. As soon as you realize what’s in front of you, the spell is broken and you’re focus is snapped back on.

“What is wrong with you?! These people pay me good money and now you’ve gone and did that!” You scold him, waving at the pile in front of you with disgust. “Oh god…”

“I save you from those pigs and that’s all you have to say to me?”

You sneer. “Don’t get all presumptuous, you’re no Hero.”

“Hmm, you’re probably right but,” he’s walking towards you as he talks, tone absolutely smug when he steps over the grotesque mush and you stare dead into his eyes. Eyes bluer than his flames. “You’re still blushing like I am.”

“E-even so,” you push past him, nose scrunching as you evade his mess. “I don’t like what you did.”

“Me neither.”

“What?”

“I don’t like what you did either.”

You don’t stop again to ask him what he meant, and you don’t see him much after that.

In fact, the next time you see him is weeks after that and he began to drop by wherever you were as often as possible.

A little too often.

Often enough to find out about your significant other - your child.

At first he’s torn between relief that you weren’t really involved with anyone, surprise that you of all people had a kid, and doubt on whether or not he could deal with that.

You tell him about your little girl Yuki, who wasn’t biologically yours, how you found her abandoned and hungry. She made the bleakness of your days a little more bearable.

Dabi decides then and there that he’d protect the both of you, and leaves without a word.

You think he’s not interested in you anymore and feel a little heartbroken for a while, only for him to return the next day, pursuing you as if nothing happened.

You don’t really date as much as you two meet up and spend time together, as that was the most ideal thing for two villains in love.

Was he in love with you? A hard yes. He wouldn’t be going through all the motions of sneaking out of the bar and finding you if he didn’t.

One of his favourite things to do was tease you enough to get you blushing. Amongst other reactions.

Dabi loves it when you kiss him out of nowhere, your body pressing onto him as you claw at his own, begging for his attention, only for you to abruptly pull away with a sly smile and run off leaving him flustered and irritated.

The needy dance you two had was addicting.

Eventually, when you learn of his past, you give him a gentle kiss and assure him you’re there to stay for however long your run may be.

“And of course, you’ll quit helping that twit as proof.”

“As long as you’re willing to get a relatively normal job and -”

“Nope sweetheart, not happening.”

“Well then, that twit stays.”

And if you’re wondering, Imma keep using Yuki as a filler character every. Time.

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BNHA AU Ideas : Happy Famlies

Also on AO3!

TL;DR: This AU is exactly what is sounds like. Everyone gets a happy family. 

Feat. Dadmight, and his sons Izuku and Tenko, Big Bro Dabi with his little bro, Shinson and his Dadzawa.

allmight n inko end up dating and tenko n izu are brothers

dabi and tenko are third year ua herocourse students when izu and the others join

tenko is a soft sunshine boy cause izu rubbed off on him a lot

dabi wants to be an underground hero so he'll never be like his father

todoroki takes the entrance exam so inasa and hitoshi are recommendation students

izuku kills the exam because he starts ua being able to use full cowl 5%, breaking allmights record with a whopping 130 points

because consider dabi, shouto, izu, tenko and hitoshi all singing karaoke together, dabi has a tambourine and tenko is violently shaking maracas

izuku and inko dont know toshi is allmight, but tenko and toshi are terrible liars

the first time toshi meets izuku its just tenko presenting him saying "you gotta give it to him dad"

izu is only 5 n still broken up about having no quirk, toshi says he might just be a late bloomer while tenko nods

toshi sneaks izuku his quirk when he turns 7, izuku wakes up n accidentally punches a hole in the ceiling, he n katsuki make up cause izuku has a bomb ass quirk even if it does break his bones

he and inko just think he was a late bloomer cause his quirk was so strong. tenko and toshi highfive

seven year old izuku walking back into his house like mom i broke both my arms again :(((

katsuki actually helps him work out the flick thing

"it breaks my arms!" "then use less you dumb fuck!" "oh yeah actually thank you"

they’re so used to shouting criticisms while sparring that they still do it after they enter ua

when they spar at the sports festival mic can’t get a word of commentary in bc it’s just a constant slew of

“kACCHAN I TOLD U TO STOP LEADING WITH UR RIGHT”

“SHIITY DEKU IF U LAND LIKE THAT UR GONNA BREAK UR LEGS”

dabi n tenko the third years can hear them in their own stadium. tenko is cheering softly, dabi has a heart attack when he sees the walls of ice

izu has a massive handshapped scar on his wrist from when tenko saved him by pulling him out of the way of a car

he doesnt mind it but it makes tenko sad so he wears a lil cuff over it

tenko snuck in to watch the entrance exam he n toshinori are cheering quietly, the other teachers just sigh

izuku broke allmights record for points scored in the entrance exam but hes still scared he failed

tenko wants to s c r e a m

USJ ANGST TIME

starts as normal students enter, villains arrive kurogiri has an ear piece and is talking with afo directly, some of the 8 prefects goons are there too

hitoshi used his quirk on kurogiri to find out who they are, but is targeted after that and the villains know not to respond

the students are scattered, its izu/tsuyu and hitoshi. they do the whirlpool thing w/o the sitcking, hitoshi instructs them to tread water and not to move

hitoshi is nearing quirk overuse, tsuyu is shaken, izu is pretty much ok

aizawa is fighting the villains as normal, the nomu arrives

hitoshi tries to mind control the nomu, kurogiri attempts to direct one of the nomus punches to hitoshi, aizawa cancels the portal, severing one of the nomus arms. its grows back, aizawa is beaten

izuku charges forward, fighting the nomu with a higher percentage of full cowl than he can safely use but they are evenly matched

todoroki shows up, cant help because the two are moving so fast he cant aim his quirk and not hit mido

he and hitoshi keep kurogiri busy

before allmight arrives, dabi and tenko do, after seeing tenya running towards the school

izuku can barely move, over using his quirk to the point that he has countless micro fractures and the nomu has landed a few punches, and he took others to protect aizawa

tenko yells at dabi to grab izuku, kurogiri mentions that his master killed tenkos family and hes pissed

he cant stand up to the nomu but shouto makes an opening and he and dabi try to damage it as best they can, shouto has to hold izuku down to stop him from joining the fight again

allmight arrives, quickly dispatches the nomu, turns on Kurogiri

so tenko, allmight and a shaky izu are all facing down kurogiri while afo is trying to convince him to keep fighting

reinforcements arrive and kuro nopes out

as soon as the portal closes, izuku collapses and tenko n allmight rush over, shouto is grabbing onto dabi and hitoshi is trying to get aizawa to respond

hitoshi, crying, has to ask dabi to pick up his dad because his arms are shaking to bad hes scared he might drop him

tenko has no gloves anymore and he cant touch izuku and hes just lost, shouto wraps an arm around him and hitoshi n they cry as dabi takes aizawa and allmight takes izuku to recovery girl

aizawa n izu in the same hospital, hitoshi tells him what izuku did n aizawa fucking, breaks out of bed like a jackass to call him a problem child then fucking limps back

less depressingly, happy families dabi and tenko do "get help" from Thor Ragnarok

"gET heLP hEs BUrnINg UP"

aizawa : "kids that movie is like 240 years old"

izuku : "so... you know it then?"

aizawa: "fuck"

nighteye and gran torino are izuku and tenko's terrible uncles

he stars school at 5%, internships is 10%, camp gets him up to 15% so hes around 25% at the eri rescue

ochako being a terrible influence on kirishima

“uraraka i like katsuki. what do”

“push it down”

“what”

“pUSH UR FEELINGS Down”

also happy families shouto actually interns w nighteye n izu because dabi said he was an ass so no death thanks

one person asks izuku what his quirk is

he pauses

"aaaaaaaaaa"

"hm"

"my mum has minor levitation and my dad is quirkless"

izuku pauses again.

"wait"

"wait im not toshis biologically"

"waiT Who WAs My FirST Dad?"

shouto thinks inko has an affair w allmight then married his secretary but izuku met toshinori through tenko so he just lays down on the floor and screams

shouto’s brain is going to explode one day

consider tenko and izuku looking soft and pure but you turn around and suddenly you dont have a wallet and your food is gone

happy family izuku and kastuki were eachothers first kiss but in a dumb ass way

izuku was like "i need to ruin my frist kiss so the next one will be better"

"wow me too, you seem like the worlds worst option!"

"cool!"

they both almost gagged afterwards

tenko walked in on them violently scrubbing their lips

“wow katsuki who was ur first kiss”

bakugou stares off fondly into the distance

“deku :))”

"it was fucking terrible" wistful sigh

izuku, blushing happily: “id never do it again”

izuku: "yeah i scrubbed my face until it bleed so none of my skin would be tainted"

first week of 1a, someone asking izuku if he and katsuki are/were dating so izuku asks ochako to launch him into the sun

no matter how many people they date everyone always insists that katsuki and izuku are dating each other

izuku is actually dating shouto but no one believes him for some reason

dabi and hitoshi find it so funny

please consider dabi being the frontrunner of these rumours, like these random first years will come up to izuku while he’s eating lunch with shouto and they’ll be in t e a r s

“wHY ARE YOU CHEATING ON BAKUGOU SENPAI?”

izuku starts crying

shouto, totally deadpan: "i thought our love was real, izu-chan"

izuku wheezes

they have a katsudeku fan club and shouto’s the mascot

dabi is in it. hes a full hero at this point but nezu gave him a pass so he could attend

they have weekly meetings

it’s dabi, shouto, kirishima and like twenty first year girls from every class

shouto, in a deadpan voice: “good morning girls today i saw katsuki and izuku sharing bread. discuss”

kirishima is one of the most popular fanartists

tenko loves the meme but looking at his brother and bakugo “dating” makes him deeply upset so he breaks in to decay all the art on the walls once a week

he crowds shouto in tears one day

“how are you okay with your boyfriend and your classmate being the subjects of such horrid art”

shouto, deadpan: “it’s just a prank bro”

izuku falls asleep in the common room and toshi carries him back to his room and has to call tenko to unlock the door for him. tenko was in his own dorm on the other side of school.

he sprinted

iida the good boy finishes his essays the week before and hands them in a day early

izuku, the hot mess, procrastinates by training until he cant feel his arms and doing any other subject work than the stuff due, stays up till 4am to finish his essay and doesnt go back to sleep cause its time for his morning run

they get the same grades

no one knows izuku is a hot mess

Dabi is like izuku but he doesnt study hes just depressed

Tenko finishes his the day before but he gets izuku to read it over

shouto does his essays in class

aizawa wants to be mad but he remembers him mic n tensei distracting the teachers for as long as they can to violently finish their essays

“katsuki why didn’t you finish your essay”

“i was making oreos from scratch sensei”

"fair, give me some and you can hand in it wednesday"

he bribes every single teacher into giving him extensions and no one can refuse him bc his extra spicy curry is to die for. he maybe sometimes he helps deku get an extension too but if he does that’s no one else’s business but his

izuku acts so soft w the others "oh isnt kacchans food so good? "

but he climbs into through katsukis window

"bitch whats the recipe"

izuku banging on katsuki s window at five in the morning: “kacchan give me ur fucking curry recipe you promised it to me three years ago”

bakugos hands shake as he tries to call aizawa

“i see u calling sensei kacchan, put the phone down and no one gets hurt”

he has one of katsukis limited editing all might figurines in his hand

“give me the recipe and all might lives katsuki. it doesn’t have to end this way”

shouji, stressed and sleep deprived walks into bakugou’s room just to see izuku menacingly trying to force his way in while bakugou is crying

#bnha #bnha au #midoriya izuku #katsuki bakugou #todoroki shouto #dabi #todoroki touya #deku #midoriya #bakugo #todoroki #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou #aizawa shouta #aizawa #eraserhead #happy families au #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #uraraka ochako #kirishima eijirou #tododeku

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Chapter Eight: What Have We Done?

In case you missed it last time I messed up the chapter. Sorry for spelling and grammar. Enjoy!

The next few seconds were blurry to Shoto. When he had calmed down and come back to his senses, he found out he won and that Midoirya was knocked out. But then he also realized how badly he messed up.

Half his shirt was gone, and he no longer felt cold. The world was blocked out from Shoto’s scenes yet again. There was only one thing going through his mind.

What had he done? What had he done? What had he done?

XXX

Dabi’s jaw hung open, his body was stiff, and not even a wrecking ball could get him out of where he stood. What the fuck just happened?

When they saw everything Dabi, Fuyumi, and Natsuo had all yelled out their brother’s name. Most of the other patrons of the place didn’t seem to understand what was going on. But the three Yukitomo siblings stood with blank looks on their faces, frozen in pure blinding fear.

Fuyumi had gripped her glass so hard it broke into pieces and was now scattered across the floor. No one moved to pick them up. Natsuo was trembling as if a ghost had shown up before him. No asked him if he was okay.

For the first time in years, Dabi was scared, honestly, and utterly frightened. He wanted nothing more than to crawl through the screen and grab his little brother and lock him away in the apartment forever to keep him safe.

Dab felt like he couldn’t breathe. This isn't happening. It just couldn’t be happening. No, no, no, no. Wake up, Dabi thought to himself, wake up from the nightmare. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

“Oh, Shoto,” Fuyumi whispered, so quietly, Dabi almost didn’t hear it. A tear slid down her cheek, “What have you done?”

Dabi was almost about to race out the door to UA, but then the news switched on.

XXX

“I messed up,” Shoto said.

“You did more than mess up, you fucked up,” Shiki said through the phone.

“How are you even getting the footage?”

“I told my coach I wanted to show my best friend off to my teammates and support you,” Shiki said, “They hooked me up from there.”

“Gods, Shiki, what have I done?” Shoto asked.

“You made a mistake, and now you gotta deal with it.”

“He’s going to find us,” Shoto said, “He’ll find us, and it’ll be all my fault. And I-”

“Hey! Shoto, calm down dude,” Shiki said, “Deep breaths man. It’s going to be alright. He’s not going to get you. Dabi will never let that happen.”

“But my teachers, they’re not dumb. They could easily figure it out,” Shoto said.

“No one looks for dead people Shoto,” Shiki said, “And besides, dual-element Quirks aren’t common, but they’re not one in a million.”

“But-”

“It will be fine,” Shiki said before Shoto could finish talking, “On an unrelated note, where you wearing make-up and a contax?”

“Yeah, I put them both on before the one on one matches started.”

“Okay, that’s smart,” Shiki sighed.

“What’s going to happen to us?” Shoto asked the hand h wasn’t holding the phone with buried in his hair

“I don’t know Frosty, “ Shiki whispered, “I don’t know.”

XXX

“What you did young man was very dangerous,” Recovery Girl scolded, “Do you understand that?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Shoto said with his hands on his lap. Shoto wasn’t sure is she was yelling at him to using his right for so long he almost got borderline frostbite or if she was talking about how he used his left side. Most likely, both.

The makeshift nurse’s office was pretty small. Shoto was told he had to be checked out due to the fact he had a Quirk show up that he wasn’t marked down for. He guessed they wanted to make sure he wasn’t on drugs or something. To ensure that Shoto didn’t slip up or make himself look suspicious, Shoto answered every question with either “Yes, ma’am,” or “No ma’am.”

Recovery Girl picked up a folder and opened it. “I say here you were in an incident when you were younger.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And that resulted in half your body being stunted before your Quirk manifested, making you never able to use your power on the left side of your body, correct?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The nurse put the folder down and looked at Shoto.

“I am going to put down in your files that you have gone through a rare case of late-manifestation,” she said, “Do you know what that is?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The hero looked at him for a minute, “Some may say the stress you went through today was miraculously able to reverse the trauma your body went through. Does that make scenes?”

Shoto wasn’t a doctor, and that didn’t make sense, but still, he nodded and said: “Yes, ma'am.”

“Good,” Recovery Girl said, “You will have to change what your Quirk is registered as, seeing as it is not simply an ice Quirk. I will check in with you in a week or so to see that it is done.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“However, there’s one other thing I would like to know,” Recovery Girl said. Shoto looked at her. “How was your family able to get these foraged doctor files?”

Shoto froze. His mouth went dry, and he blinked a few times. “Ma’am?”

“I’ve been in medicine for many years now, young man,” the old woman said, turning to her desk, “I’ve seen Quirk stunt. I’ve seen newly manifested ‘late-Quirks.’ And more importantly, I am well aware of what it looks like when someone is trying to hide power.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, ma’am.”

“I know you don’t deary,” she said, walking over to him and grabbing ahold of Shoto’s right arm and shook her head. She pulled out a lollipop out of her pocket and gave it to him.

“When you get home tonight, wrap this arm and heating pads,” she said, “I know you will keep using your power throughout the day, so be careful. If you see frozen skin or feel numb, call me at once.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I’d also suggest you use that heating sleeve, I’m almost positive you have.”

“How do you know that?” Shoto asked as the older woman left. She stopped at the door and let out a hushed sigh.

“It’s what an old student of mine used when she was young, “ was all Recovery Girl said, leaving Shoto scared and bit confused. 

Mostly scared.

XXX

Should Izuku have guessed that Yukitomo other half had to do with fire? Yes, yes, he should have. But it’s important to remember the keyword there is should.

The flames had been so intense and warm. The climax of the fight is a bit hazy in his mind, but he was sure it would come back to him. His arms were also messed up beyond belief, yay.

Izuku thought back to the look in Yukitomo’s eyes, right before the flames came. They weren’t crazy, or angery, they had almost looked liberated. Another thing that was bouncing around in his head was what Yukitomo said back in the hallway. That him not using his left side kept his family safe. What did that mean? What his left side unsafe? Or was there something else.

Yukitomo said his father wasn’t in his life anymore, did that mean he died. Yukitomo lived with his three older siblings, and from what Izuku understood, the oldest one was the white-haired teen’s legal guardian. So what had happened? How did they getaway?

And Yukitomo’s mother, what had happened to her? Did she get in trouble for hurting her son? Had she gotten help for the pain her husband caused her? Where was she now?

What about Yukitomos other siblings? They all sounded normal from the way Yukitomo talked about them. They looked happy in the pictures white-haired teen showed. How much of that was an act?

There were so many questions he had, but Izuku wasn’t sure he wanted any of them answered.

“Deku, are you okay?” Uararaka asked.

“Oh! Um, I’m fine, just lost in thought, I guess,” Izuku blurted quickly. The girl nodded but still gave him a funny look.

“Hey Midoriya,” Kamanari called, “What the heck were you, and Yukitomo talk about during you fight?”

“Yeah,” Ashido called, “We were gonna ask him but Recovery Girl dragged him away.”

“Well, um...”

“Iida! You’re back!”

Izuku turned to see his other friend straight from the lost match with Yukitomo. The green-haired teen let out a sigh of relief. He really didn’t want to have to talk about his fight with Yukitomo. 

“Hello everyone,” Iida said.

“Hey, Iida! You did a great job out! It was awesome!” Yoarashi said.

“Thank you,” the blue-haired teen said before his whole body started to vibrate.

“Ah!”

“Don’t worry, just my phone,” Iida said, at Izuku and Uararaka’s shock, “It’s my mother. I’ll be back.”

Izuku watched him walk away and looked down at the field, with a sinking feeling he had done something to Yukitomo he couldn’t take back or fix.

XXX

The final round was only a couple minutes away. Shoto was trying to clear his mind. Forget about Midoriya. Forget about the monster. Forget about what Recovery Girl said. Just think about the match.

In the end, Shoto popped off his phone case and pulled out the picture he kept there. It was from around a year or so ago. They wear at a festival, dressed in kimonos, and smiling. It had been a good night. Natsuo had won fish he named Gin, and Shoto had gotten an oni mask that looked like the one Dabi had tattooed on his arm (which is still in his room). Someone had been kind enough to take their picture during the fireworks, which could be seen in the background of the photo.

Shoto sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before looking back at the picture. The Shoto Yukitomo a year hadn’t done what had. That Shoto was still safe without a care in the world. He sighed and put the picture back in his phone case.

Shoto had gotten no new messages from his siblings. Not a call or a text. Not since lunch. Whether that was good or bad, Shoto hadn’t the faintest clue.

Dabi was going to kill him.

Not that he wanted to, but Shoto could already see the look of fear and disappointment in Fuyumi’s eyes.

He had no idea how Natsuo as going to react, but probably not good.

How could he have messed up this bad?

Shoto looked at his left hand. He wasn’t naive. Shoto was aware of the ultimate power he wielded. Even when he used just his right side, he was stronger than most. But his left side was a whole other story.

Dabi had shown him how to control it was he was younger. But Shoto’s firepower at age eight was a lot different than Shoto’s firepower at age 15. Shoto realized his brother never forced him to be accepting of his left side. He had a sneaking suspicion that Dabi wanted to teach Shoto to use his fire. To train with it and make it Shoto’s own gift and ability. To show Shoto that he was his own person with the flames as well as the ice. But Dabi never pushed it, letting Shoto reject that part of himself to help him deny their father.

Shoto swallowed. He hardly ever thought of their old man now in days. He didn’t do it because thoughts of that man brought up painful memories. Mom crying in her room because she thought they weren’t around to see her. Touya on the dojo floor, moaning in pain as his skin seared and the smell of burnt flesh surfaced everyone. Fuyumi shaking at Father’s loud voice, telling her to get out. Natsuo turning even paler because he had the audacity to come and see if Shoto was okay and Father caught him.

Shoto closed his eyes. Don’t think about it, he thought, not now.

Just then, the door to the waiting room banged open. Shoto turned to see Bakugou standing in the doorway. They both looked at each other for a minute.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” Bakugou yelled at him.

“I made to the finals,” Shoto said, turning his head away from the blond, “We’re going against each other.”

Bakugou set off an explosion knocking the table across the room. Shoto blinked up, fazed. He turned to the other boy who looked pissed.

“Let’s get one thing straight, ice princess,” Bakugou spat, “You are not going to fucking hold back on me like you did with the glasses guy.”

“Iida,” Shoto said.

“No fucking cares!” Bakugou yelled, “You use your full power on me, just like you did with fucking Deku. I’m going to put you in your grave, but if I see you half-assing it-”

“You’ll do what?” Shoto asked, “What I do is none of your business last I checked.”

Shoto watched as the blond’s face twist even more in furry. It reminds Shoto of the people in Taijo’s crowd. The ones who got pissed at Dabi’s snarky words and higher status among them.

“You use your full power, you fuckwad,” Bakugou said, “I don’t give a shit about you dumb personal reasons.”

Shoto had no idea how Bakugou found out, probably overheard, but him saying that made him mad. Usually, it wouldn’t have, but after today it did.

“You don’t know a damn thing about me,” Shoto said, standing up and turning to storm out of the room.

As he left, Shoto could hear the explosive teens yells, but he didn’t listen. He was, Shoto was so done with this day. A tiny part of him wanted to leaven right now. He pushed that away. He had a festival to win right now.

XXX

Harue sniffed and rubbed her nose with her sleeve. The trail thingy is over now, and from what she understood, no one was happy about. The judge lady had said a bunch of stuff Harue didn’t understand. And she hadn’t liked those lawyer people either. They asked Harue about things she didn’t want to talk about. One of them made her take her bandages off and show her bruises. They asked if she was afraid of Daddy and if she loved Auntie Kosake more. She didn’t want to talk about that! She wanted to go home.

Now she was home in away. She was at Uncle Iroh’s, but it wasn’t better. When they got here, Auntie Kosake yelled and screamed, and Uncle Iroh tried to help calm down her.

“It’s no right!” she cried, her sobs loud enough for Harue to hear, “He should go to jail for what he’s done, not get joint custody!”

Harue covered her ears and let out a whimper. She wanted Nii-chan, but he was angry too and hiding in his room.

Harue found Miss. Yamamoto and Ryoto and hide under her blanket under the bed. Why did big people have to yell? Daddy yelled. Auntie yelled. There was too much noise!

Was it her fault? Was she a bad girl? It felt like it was. Everyone kept talking about her what was best for her. Uncle Iroh and Auntie Kosake said it wasn’t. Even Daddy said she didn't do anything wrong, and he hadn’t even yelled at her for asking.

Daddy was scary, and Harue was afraid of him, but she still liked Daddy. He’d pick her up and carry her around the house, and he gave her Ryoto and Miss. Yamamoto fixed when her face broke. But Daddy did yell a lot. He yelled at her and Nii-chan. He yelled at Auntie, Kosake, the most.

Harue didn’t like living with Daddy. He was loud and made her get up early. She didn’t like the nannies. Daddy had at his house. The ones who fussed over her every day. She didn’t like the teacher Daddy had come in. She wanted to go big kid school like Nii-chan finally got to. Daddy didn’t like her Quirk either or Nii-chan’s.

She wished Daddy would work less. Maybe he’d be less grump. Maybe then he’d play with Harue, and Nii-chan like Uncle Iroha and Auntie Kosake did. Maybe if he were home, he'd see how boring it was there and take Harue and Nii-chan go out and play at the park, like Uncle Iroh did. Daddy said she or Nii-chan couldn’t go out, not after the last time.

Harue felt her lip quiver and curled up very small and started to cry. She tried to be quiet, so no one would come in and made her talk about why she was sad. But soon enough, she heard the door open, and she tried to stop crying altogether.

“Harue-chan?” Nii-chan’s voice called. Harue felt someone drag her out from underneath the bed and take the blanket off her head. Nii-chan looked at her and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Everyone's so loud, “ she sobbed, hiding her head in Nii-chan chest. Harue felt him wrap her arms around her. He didn’t make her talk about her feelings or anything. He just gave her a really good hug. 

“Come on,” he said, “let’s watch the Sports Festival,” he said, “I recorded it for you.”

“You did?” She asked, rubbing her eyes and letting out a tiny sniff.

“Yeah, I did,” Nii-chan said, “Come on,” he said, holding his hand out for Harue to take. Slowly and quietly, they crept to their cousin’s room (who Uncle Iroh said was at university, and that’s why he did live here anymore). When they got in Nii-chan, shut the door, and Harue jumped up on the foot of the bed.

Harue’s eyes grew wide with wonder at all the big kids and their powers. They were all so cool and strong. But there was one boy Harue liked the most. He had white hair and two different colored eyes. He looked pretty. But not only that, his Quirk was really cool! He had an ice Quirk! Harue never seen anything like it before.

When the battles happen, she begged Nii-chan to let her just watch the one with the white-haired boy. They could rewatch the other matches later!

In the first fight, the white-haired boy made a huge wall of ice, and it was so big! Harue had jumped off the bed to look at the tv even closer. That was until Nii-chan pulled Harue away a bit because he said it would ruin her eyes.

But in the second fight, something amazing happened. The white-haired boy didn’t just have an ice Quirk but a fire one too! 

“Nii-chan! Nii-chan look, he has two Quirks! Two of them see! See!?”

“I don’t think he has two Harue,” Nii-chan said, look really hard at the tv. Harue hadn’t really cared. Harue just wanted to see the boy use his power more.

They watched another fight, but this time the white-haired boy didn’t use his firepower, and Haruhi was a bit disappointed. He grabbed the remote to skip to the next fight, but she didn’t get far before it stopped.

“Hey!” she cried.

“Were caught up in real-time,” Nii-chan said, “That means we get to watch the fight live.”

“Really!?” Harue asked, turning around to look at her brother.

“Yeah.”

Harue smiled and jumped back on the bed with Nii-chan, “I don’t want to miss it!” she said.

“Don’t worry,” Nii-chan said, “You won’t.”

“I hope he wins,” Harue said. Nii-chan nodded, but when Harue looked at him, she couldn’t help but think that he looked sad.

XXX

Shoto let out a breath. Bakugo was a good fighter. Shoto knew that going in. All his regular tick didn’t seem to work on the blond, not in the way he wanted.

However, that didn’t mean that Shoto wasn’t doing well. He had landed a few hits on the other boy. Shoto also noticed that Bakugo kept grabbing his forearms. He was reaching his limit too.

The end of the fight was drawing near. Shoto could feel it in his gut. This was it. This was the time to prove everything.

It was happening, Bakugo was coming at him. If Shoto did this right, he could end the match in one blow. There was one problem. He felt cold, almost more so that before. Damn it, why now?

Shoto wasn’t thinking, that problem why he raised his left arm in the air. He could feel the flames begin to build. Bakugo wanted him to use his full power, fine he’d give it to him. He takes first with both his sides.

But then another flood of memories came.

Mom crying. Touya in so much pain. Natsuo and Fuyumi looking so scared. Shoto’s own broken and bleeding body on the ground.

But it didn’t end there. He thought of the first birthday he had with his siblings. He thought of play heroes and villains with Shiki as children. He thought of the movie nights the Yukitomo siblings had. The memorable dinners the four of them had. He thought of going up on the roof of the building watching planes fly overhead. He thought of Natsuo play football with him. He thought of Fuyumi teaching him how to make soba. He thought of Dabi training him, and the playfully messing up his hair like he always did.

Shoto thought about how happy he had been. How happy they had all been. How lucky they were.

Shoto lowered his arm and looked down.

No, winning isn't worth tradining all that away.

He wasn’t ready to embrace that part of himself. Not yet. Not without help. 

Shoto closed his eyes and wait for Bakugo to come and knock him out. He wasn’t winning today. That felt like the only choice he could make at the moment.

XXX

Shoto looked down at the silver medal. Even though this what borderline a day from hell, Shoto was still proud of himself. But most of that pride was crushed by the feelings of anger and fear. What was going to happen now? What were his classmates going to say? His friends?

He had avoided everyone after his match with Midoriya. He didn’t know how to confront them. Did he tell them what Recovery Girl had said? Would they believe it? Had he given them a reason not too?

Then there were his teachers. Was he going to get in trouble? It was clear the Recovery Girl knew he was lying about his Quirk being stunted, but would she tell them? Wasn't there a rule that doctors could tell other people about someone's medical stuff?

And even if everyone bought what Recovery Girl said and even if she didn’t tell the teachers there was still Midoriya. Would he go around debunking everything? Would he tell everyone everything he knew? And what about Bakugo? He knew somehow too.

Shoto tried to tell himself that Midoriya wasn’t that kind of person. He also said to himself that Bakugo didn’t care.

After letting out a heavy sigh, Shoto buried his hands in his face. What had he done? What had he done to himself and everyone he cared about?

Once more, Shoto looked down at the medal. He remembered what All Might had said he placed it around his neck.

“You fought well, but I can see you’ve been dealing with many other problems today. I won’t ask, but you can relax now, the day is over,” He had looked at Shoto, “Well done, young Yukitomo.”

All Might was almost right. The day wasn’t done yet, he still had to go back to class for a few announcements. He still had to face his siblings. He still had to deal with Dabi's wrath.

There was no point in delaying it any longer. Shoto Stood up and walked out of the locker room and to the classroom. He waited outside a few seconds and then pushed the door open. 

It was a typical scene, everyone was standing it little groups talking. Shoto saw Yaoyarozu and Yoarashi toward the back by their spots. When they saw him come in, they stood up and walked over.

“Yukitomo, are you okay?” Yoarashi asked, truly looking worried.

“Yeah, man are you alright,” Kirishima asked, walking over to him. Shoto know released most of the class was looking at him.

“Yeah,” Shoto said, nodding, “I’m fine.”

“Recovery Girl told us what happened,” Uararaka said.

“Did she?”

“Yeah, she said that part of your Quirk had been suppressed and manifested under presser.”

“Yeah, that a simple way of saying it,” Shoto said. Eventually, Shoto got to his seat and sat down. He had heard that Iida had gone home after their match because something happened to his older brother. Shoto hoped that it was nothing big, but with things day probably not.

When the door opened again, it was Midoriya, and Shoto winced at the sight of his arms. He knew that a lot, if not all, the damage that happened to Midoriya’s limbs was green-haired teen own fault but still.

Soon enough, Mr. Aizawa came into the room and stood in front of the room. He said that they did and that there be no school for a few days. Shoto kinda tooned it out, letting his mind wander. When they were dismissed, Shoto stood up quickly and was going to run to his locker as soon as he could, but before his hand could touch the door, Mr. Aizawa said, “Yukitomo wait.”

Shoto turned around as the rest of his classmates head home.

“Yes, Mr.Aizawa?” Shoto asked, feeling nervous.

“Principal Nedzu, All Might, and I would like to have a talk with you.”

Shoto swallowed but nodded.

XXX

Shoto felt like a rabbit being stared down by wolves. He was sitting in a chair in front of a table before two of his teachers and the school principal. All Might and Principal Nedzu were smiling at him, and Mr.Aizawa’s face was still hidden by his bandages from the events of USJ.

Shoto's hands were on his lap, and he was gripping the material of his pants so tight that is knuckles turned white. Shoto had developed an excellent poker face over the year. But slowly, he could feel himself starting to crack.

Finally, Principal Nedzu broke the silence, “I would like to begin this by saying that you are not in trouble, Yukitomo.”

Shoto only nodded. Like his talk with Recovery Girl, Shoto was nervous about slipping up his wording.

“We simply called you heard to have a talk about what happens now.”

“I thought I wasn’t in trouble,” Shoto said.

“You’re not,” Mr. Aizawa, “However, as you may know, new powers are hard to control, and something like fire can be quite hazardous.”

Nedzu nodded, “Yes, and though you have incredible control of your right side, we’re are a bit worried about your left side getting out of control unintentionally.”

“We’ve already spoken with your brother,” All Might said, “As he is your legal guardian. He says he has a fire Quirk and that he will work with you if you wish.”

“Overall, what we are asking is that you be careful with your new power to not try anything too risky too soon,” Nedzu said, folding his hands (paws?) together.

“I understand,” Shoto said. They talked to him a little more. As the minutes ticked on, Shoto grew more and more nervous. Deep down, he had the urge to bolt out of the room and run home as fast as he could.

They did let Shoto go, and the white-haired teen had to fight himself to not run out the door.

As he walked down the hall, he began to feel his feet get heavy. An hour ago, he wanted nothing more than to go home, but now he was nervous about going back.

“Yukitomo!” a voice called.

Shoto turned around to see Midoriya. The other teen looked at Shoto and said, “I just wanted to say… I just wanted to…” Midoriya looked down as if he was trying to think of what to say.

Shoto looked down at his own feet and said, “I understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore.”

Where he and Midoriya even friends before? He had a feeling that maybe they were, but now he wasn’t sure

Midoriya’s head snapped up and said: “I don’t want to stop being friends with you, Yukitomo.”

“You don’t?” Shoto asked, looking up again.

The green-haired teen shook his head, “No, I still want to be friends. All I was saying before was that I understand that your life must have been hard, and I have no idea what that’s like, but if you ever need to talk, if you ever wanna talk, I’ll listen.”

“Midoriya I-,” Shoto sighed and smiled, “Thank you, Midoriya.”

“You’re welcome.”

XXX 

When Shoto got outside the school, Gekko was waiting for him. She rubbed her head against his leg and purred happily. Shoto bent rubbed the top of her head. Gekko also gave Shoto a few nips and licks before heading off.

Once the cat was out of sight, Shoto stood up to head home. He hardly got out of the gates before he heard someone call, “Shoto, hey!” Shoto looked up and saw Dabi. He was smiling ear to ear, waving at Shoto from across the street. Shoto walked over to him as fast as he could.

“You did fucking amazing!” Dabi said as Shoto was halfway to him, “Come on, show me the metal. I think I’m going to have to hang it in the shop right next to your old drawing-”

“I’m so sorry!” Shoto yelled when he got in front of his brother. Dabi’s smile feel, and very quietly he said, “Shoto, kid,”

“I’m so sorry, Dabi,” Shoto “I hadn’t meant for any of it to happen I don’t know what came over me. I should have held back, and I didn’t. I know I put us all in danger, and I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. Dabi I’m sorry-”

SMACK!

Dabi had slapped him and then pulled Shoto into a tight hug.

“Let’s get one thing straight, kid,” Dabi said, his voice shaking, from what Shoto didn’t know, “You’ve done nothing wrong, got it. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

Shoto didn’t know what to say. He had been ready for yelling and screaming, not this. It just dawned on Shoto how tired he was, how drained he was. It had been a very emotional day, and Shoto just couldn’t hold back anymore. The dam broke, and Shoto began to cry. He cried and gripped the side of Dabi’s jacket. Shoto cried and cried, Dabi holding him tight to his chest. They just stood there on the sidewalk, Shoto just letting it all out.

Once Shoto had calmed down a bit, Dabi wiped some tears away from his younger brother’s face and asked, “Feel better?”

Shoto nodded, and Dabi said, “Good. Now let’s go home.”

XXX

When the two got back to the tattoo parlor, almost everyone who had been there that day was gone. Everyone but the other two Yukitomo siblings, Mrs.Kitabayashi, and Ren and Hotaka.

Shoto had been quiet most of the walk home. Dabi didn’t push him for answers or to talk. They just walked.

When they got inside the shop, Fuyumi rushed to hug Shoto.

“I’m so proud of you!” she said, grinning so wide it looked like her face was going to split in two.

“I’m sorry I missed up,” Dabi heard Shoto whispered.

“I don’t wanna hear that talk,” Fyumi said, letting Shoto out of her embrace. Then it was Ren turn, “Darling, you did wonderfully,” she said, hugging Shoto.

“Thank you, Ren. It’s good to see you.”

“Well done, kid,” Hotaka said, patting Shoto’s shoulder. Next, it was Natsuo to pull Shoto into one of his bone-crushing hugs. Shoto huffed in protest but went ignored. Finally, Mrs.Kitabayashi smiled at him, quickly hug him, and said, “You did wonderfully, dear.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Shoto said.

“Alright,” Dabi said, “I waited long enough, show us the damn metal!”

“Yeah, Shoto, come on!” Natsuo cherried, “Whip it out.”

They all watched as Shoto fished around in his pockets for a minute or so only to pull out the silver medal. They all cheered and clapped, smiling ear to ear.

“We very proud of you,” Dabi said, resting his hand on Shoto's shoulder.

“Yeah, and I’m not even mad that I lost 6000 yen today,” Natsuo said.

“You what?” Shoto said, looking at him.

“You were betting on our brother?!” Fuyumi growled.

“Oh, what? That’s a bad thing?”

Soon enough, everyone was sitting around eating and giving commentary on the other Sports Festivals. Dabi told Shoto that he recorded he and the Shoto could watch it later. They also busted out the cake that had made, and you almost couldn’t tell that it really said “Congrats on 1st” instead of “Congrats on 2nd”.

“You know silver is much more your color anyway,” Mrs. Kitabayashi said. They all got a good laugh out of that.

After a while, Ren and Hotaka went home, and so did Mrs. Kitabayashi. Then it was just the Yukitomo siblings left. A little later, Dabi’s phone buzzed, and he looked to see a text that said:

Birdman: Hey, come outside quick.

Dabi slipped out quickly, and adjacent from the shop, he saw the winged hero.

“Hey,” the raven-haired man said.

“Hey yourself,” Hawks said, smiling, “I have like thirty seconds before I gotta go again, so I thought I swing by.”

“How noble of you,” Dabi said, crossing his arms.

“Yeah,” Hawks said, “Um, I thought that maybe we could hang out sometime next week. You know, watch the movie, like we were talking about?”

Dabi looked up at the sky like he was thinking about it, “Maybe I could work something out. I’m kinda busy now and days. Might have to just book a few more days just so I can’t give you the free time.”

“Come on,” Hawks said, “You’re killing me here.

“Fine then,” Dabi said, looking back at him, “I free Wednesday night, does that work.”

“It does actually,” Hawks said.

“Good, I’ll be there,” Dabi said. Just then, Hawks’ watched beeped, and Dabi heard the shorter man let out a string of curses, “I got to go.”

“Can I get you something to eat before you leave?” Dabi asked.

“As great as that be,” Hawks said, “It’s not a good idea to eat and fly. Learned that the hard way.”

Dabi bit back a laugh.

“Tell your brother congrats for me,” Hawks said.

“Will do.”

And with Hawks flew off and out of Dabi’s sight. The tattoo artist sight and went back inside. The news was on now, and Shoto’s face was not a good sign.

“What’s wrong?” Dabi asked, sitting down.

“My classmate’s brother,” Shoto said quietly, pointing to the screen as the news anchor talked about the Hero Killer: Stain have attacked the hero Ingenium, and the hero in mention was in critical condition.

Dabi looked at Shoto, who was now looking down at his feet. There was nothing that Dabi could really say to make Shoto feel better about this one. He didn’t think, “Hey, sorry, your friend's brother might die,” way to help.

But then another news story came on. The one from earlier today. Dabi groaned but left it on. Shoto needed to see this. It would help him calm down.

“Hey, look at this,” he said, nudging Shoto. The white-haired teen looked up at the news reporter.

“Now, with more info on a story, we covered earlier today. The Flame Hero Endeavor apprehended a group known criminals earlier today in a raid. The police in the heroes involved, mainly the number two hero and many of his sidekicks, were hoping to find the villains base but to no avail see as it was only a mere hideout. The sketch of the leader of the organization and others is still ongoing.”

Dabi turned to look at Shoto, who leaned back and let out a sigh of relief. It was the first he’d seen Shoto relaxed all day. Dabi smiled, but it soon vanished as he heard the reporter went on.

“We have been given permission to tell you the name of the crime group and their young leader. The Name of the organization is the Demegawa Gray Skulls, and their leader is believed to be a man named Taijo Hayabusa.”

Everyone in the room got quiet. All eyes were on Dabi as he stared at the screen.

“If he even thinks about dragging us into this,” he said slowly, “I will kill him.”

And do know that that was no exaggeration.

#todoroki shouto #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki family #dabi is a todoroki #todoroki natsuo #wdfb

[lord-explosion-baku]

Dabi x reader (soulmate au)

Warnings: ANGST, swearing, blood

A/n: OH MY GOD @razzella as soon as I put your ask on here I realized that you requested a hero!reader and now I didn’t mean to combine these requests because I didn’t make the reader a hero in this one, I just did a damn good goof is all. I’ll be sure to make it up to you but ima still post your request on here because of the angst. Huzzah! ALSO if Dabi isn’t Endeavor’s son then I’m going to quit writing. That is all.

The first time you saw through your soulmates eyes, you didn’t know what was going on. You were on the sidewalk, on your way to grade school and suddenly you weren’t seeing through your eyes but through someone else’s??

They were kicking a ball around with two other kids, a boy and a girl, that had white hair. They looked like they were having a lot of fun. The vision literally knocked you off your feet and when you got your own vision back, you had scrapes on your arms and legs. You raced to school, ready to tell someone about what you thought might’ve been your new quirk!

Your teacher lectured you about being late but you didn’t listen, instead babbled all about everything that had happened to you.

Your teacher pulled you aside and explained to you what really happened. You had a soulmate? And you could see through their eyes? Awesome!

You learned that your vision would be shared with your soulmate if you willed it to happen, if you were extremely stressed out, or if you felt jubilantly happy. All day long you tried to figure out you could show your soulmate to say your first ‘hello!’

You decided to try and draw the girl you had seen from his eyes. White hair and glasses? It wasn’t too good but you drew yellow flowers around her and the ball on the ground. Okay, here we go! You tried as hard as you could to stare at your drawing and send it to your soulmate. How were you supposed to know if it worked?

Minutes passed and suddenly your vision was swarmed away and replaced with theirs. You saw the white haired girl again, this time you saw that there were flecks of red in her hair. She was mouthing something to you, er, them. A hand stretched out and put a yellow flower in her hair. They took a couple steps back and framed their vision with their fingers like a filmmaker would and picked up the same ball from earlier and chucked it at her. The vision ended with the girl running at them.

Wow. You swiftly got back to your drawing, putting red flecks in the girl’s hair, and drew a big and black frown over her mouth along with angry eyebrows. You drew a red tic-tac-toe mark on her forehead to annunciate her agitation and you sent the vision their way.

The next vision you got from them, was seen from the ground, you could tell they were laughing from their shaky vision, their hands clapped together a few times and it was over.

From then on, the two of you sent visions back and forth for years. The two of you helped each other on tests, rather, he would seldomly use you to cheat when it came to a tough problem. That’s how you found out his name was Touya, it was written on his papers. He was big on showing you stray cats he would see on the street and you would show him your progression on artwork.

The first time you saw his face, would be the last.

You were at home, doodling nothing of importance and you got a vision from him. He was at some sort of concert, bobbing his head, throwing his fists in the air. The band members looked super crust punk, patches on their jeans and vests with funky bright hair and they acted just as crazy as the crowd. You wished you could hear what was playing and you wondered what it would be like if you could go to one of the shows he frequently visited. You hoped you would be cool enough for him but you figured, you guys were soulmates. Whatever you were, you would be perfect for him.

About an hour later you got another vision from him. It was blurry, he wasn’t seeing right. He gripped onto a bathroom sink and spat blood into it. He was at home. He looked up into the mirror and you saw and furious and… upset red haired boy with piercings staring back at you. He yelled something but you couldn’t make out the words. Then, he punched the mirror, distorting the image of him. Turquoise eyes blinked, once, twice and then the vision was over.

You ran out of the house as fast as you could, insure of what to do. You looked up at the stars and tried sending them to him, you saw the neighbors cat grooming himself, you saw a cherry blossom tree. You waited for him to respond something, anything to you, but it never came.

From then on, there was nearly nothing. Other than when he woke up to a shaded room when his guard was down, always midday, he never sent another vision to you. At least you knew Touya was alive.

There wasn’t much help on the internet on ‘How To Find Your Soulmate Who Doesn’t Want To Be Found,’ but you didn’t give up. Not really. When you saw something beautiful like a hummingbird or a sunset you would send it his way. No response. It wasn’t like linking your vision to his took out any of your energy so you didn’t stop.

You got a job in an arts and crafts store where you could get discounts on art supplies. You worked in the framing department but on your breaks you sat outside and drew or painted. On one particular day, you were emotional, so you began painting the only thing you could think of, him.

Much like that old vision, the painting was distorted. You painted his pale skin a shade of blue and accentuated the red of his hair and the blood on his lips. The mirror was cracked around his face much like ice. You chose to paint his eyes the color of your own, to make a statement that nobody, other than yourself, would quite understand.

You picked up your work. It was… really good and you hated it. You hated him. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes. You understood that everyone had bad things happen in their lives but the fact the just cut you off completely hurt so bad. No explanation! Not anything! You wanted to set the painting on fire, you were so angry. Instead you tossed it on to the blacktop you were sitting in. Let the sun damage it.

Minutes passed. Your lunch break was surely over. You didn’t bother with your food. You didn’t bother going back.

The sound of footsteps started you but you didn’t bother looking up at you was approaching. Probably your boss looking for you. You were ready to feign an illness and go home. Patchy hands grabbed your painting. That got your attention.

You tried to look at who was standing in front of you but he was silhouetted by the sun. He put the piece between up in front of his face so you couldn’t see him. You could tell by his sneakers and jeans that he was around your age. Definitely not your boss.

“This is… very nicely done. Incredible work,” said the man in a low voice.

“If you want it, you can take it.”

The man chuckled. “I said it was incredible. Not that I liked it.”

You stood up. “Okay, asshole, there’s no need to be rude about it,” you grabbed the painting from his hands and suddenly your vision swirled and you were looking at yourself, puffy eyed and agitated. Your eyes were glossed over by the vision. “Wait-“ you blindly moved your hand over to where he was staring at you but he took a step back.

“You’ve really improved since that first picture you sent me.”

You saw your own eyes widen at the realization. “Touya?”

“No,” he said. “It’s not Touya anymore.”

You took a step forward waving your hands around trying to grab on to him. “Please, let me see you.”

“You don’t want to see me, I promise. I just… wanted to tell you that you were doing a good job. I wanted to know if you were okay.”

“Are you kidding me? Fuck you, Touya, it has been years and you haven’t reached out to me! I think I- stop walking away!”

You willed your vision to go to him and he froze then, just as blind as you were.

“That was clever of you,” he said trying his best to walk in a straight away from you.

You closed your eyes and ran for him, relying on his vision and him not be able to see through yours. “More clever than you think!” You wrapped your arms around him, halting him from going anywhere.

He chuckled, “you got me.” He put his hands behind his head. “Now what? You gonna force me to be your boyfriend or something?”

“You wanted to know if I was okay? Well then, let me tell you. I’m not. There hasn’t been a day pass by where I hadn’t had that image of you punching that mirror in my head!”

He sighed. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“Well I did!” You cried, putting your head to his chest. “I felt like I lost you that day. You never showed me anything! I lost a… a…”

“A soulmate?” He scoffed.

“I lost a friend! And what, now you come here just tell me you don’t like my painting and then go on your merry way and never speak to me again?! That’s not how this works! If you come into my life you stay in my life or you resist the temptation and never come at all!”

In your vision you saw your head and a patchy hand come down on it, stroking it. He had… staples connecting a second skin of some sort to his arm and hands. “I did,” he said.

“Did what?”

“Resist the temptation of coming into your life. For a long time now. I don’t think you realize how much you send me. I’ve… watched you for awhile. You have a good life. I know that if I was a part of it I’d be this rotten thing bringing you down. So I resisted that temptation. But then I saw that.” He looked at the painting that was dropped to the floor. “And I knew where you were and now I’m,” he exhaled. “Now I’m here.”

“Let me see you,” You said into his chest.

He closed his eyes. “Please,” You said.

He was silent for a moment, stroking your head. You could feel his heartbeat pickup through his chest. This was really hard for him. “Okay,” he finally said. “How about on the count of three we both let each other see again.” You nodded. “Alright one…” you wiped your eyes, “two…” he didn’t think you were that dumb did he? “Three…”

Your vision blurred and suddenly you could see. You looked into those turquoise eyes that you longed to see for so long now. They were hazed over. You didn’t relinquish your vision from him. The same type of patches he had on his hand were on his face, under his eyes, on his chin, covering his ears, poked in by some sort of staple. His red hair was now a jet black, spiked up. He was still handsome though.

“So you didn’t get over your punk phase, I see.”

He cleared his throat. “I’d really rather not be looking at myself right now.

“Sorry,” You said blinking, allowing him to see for himself again. “I thought you were going to try and trick me.”

“So you tricked me instead? Mischievous.” Your hand reached up to touch his face and he frowned. “Pretty gross, right?”

You shook your head. “You’re definitely not a Touya but I like it. I think you’re…”

“Save it,” he rolled his eyes.

“Save what? I don’t need your permission to think my soulmate is handsome!”

He laughed then, a genuine one. “As long as I don’t need your permission to think that my soulmate is perfect. Even when she has been crying.”

You looked down, ashamed that he saw you crying. Not for a bad reason though. You were still incredibly upset with him. “I meant what I said, … you.” You didn’t know what to call him. “You can’t enter my life one day and be gone the next.”

“I guess I can’t now, knowing that you have trickery up those sleeves of yours.” He pulled you into an embrace. “I can’t say that I’m upset with it, though.”

He held you tightly. It was so nice to finally have him. To know him. To see him and to feel him. The two of you stayed like for for minutes.

Finally the two of you sat in the shade next to your work. He asked you about your painting, what kind a paints you preferred to use, what inspired you, besides him of course, and you talked and talked. You didn’t asked him what happened that day or what he has been up to. You figured he would tell you when he felt it necessary. You did, however, ask for his name.

“You can call me Dabi.”

~

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