#rich boy! touya

[starkdemigodninja]

More Touya content

Ask and ye shall receive. I have decided to dub this the “Keeping up with the Todoroki’s” timeline as this train of thought took off of its own accord and inspired an entire Touya x OC fic that’s currently holding my attention. So a little lovely wanted to know what happens after Touya gets home but first we’ll take a quick peek at what Rei was up to bts during the hospitalization.

After getting Touya to the hospital Rei does not go home until he’s stable. He codes twice in the night. The next evening seems more promising and doctors assure her she’ll be the first to know should there be any change.

She requests to be put in an outpatient program for her mental health fully recognizing what she did to Shouto and that she needs help but not wanting to leave her children with the help and at their father’s mercy

She goes back home. She tries to keep things as normal for the other kids as possible. Bringing them to visit their brother as soon as visitors are allowed.

The night after going off at Enji, Rei returns home with the other kids. They play in the courtyard while she prepares dinner. She feels a presence behind her and whirls around to find Enji looming in the doorway. “This is your fault. If you hadn’t been so weak, hadn’t destroyed my masterpiece….” He’s obviously drunk. He steps towards her and she meets him halfway brandishing the knife that been previously cutting vegetables. Last time she checked this was her house. She aims the point at his carotid. “Get the fuck out of my house.” He doesn’t move until she swipes at him slashing his cheek. Rei chases him from the house hurling various kitchen utensils. She decides that night over dinner that she was moving.

She drains half the money from the joint bank account and have Mitsuki and Inko help her house hunt. By the time Enji receives the divorce papers she and then kids are moving into a cozy eight bedroom.

Enji gets served the divorce papers in a board meeting at his angency. The world goes absolutely bonkers for the story. Touya’s accident, the divorce, the abuse allegations are all cause for speculation and fill every headline for weeks. Paparazzi lurk outside the hospital hungry for a pic of the family coming or going from seeing the wounded Todoroki boy. It’s all chaos.

When Touya gets out he’s happy not to have to return to scene of some his worst trauma. And he isn’t quiet about a goddamn thing.

Rei gets all the kids into therapy as soon as she’s able. The other kids take their time opening up the the child therapist not Touya. He spills everything.

When it comes to the paps Touya’s go to line is “I’m not legally allowed to comment on that piece of shit.”

When he comes back to school it is a special kind of hell. Too many nosy motherfuckers with too many questions. After while the novelty of embarrassing his father wears off and he just gets annoyed by the amount of other kids in his damn business.

He doesn’t know what he hates more the open staring at his still healing scars or the looks of pity. You (or in this case my OC) tell any and everyone off that makes him uncomfortable.

You two didn’t together right way both of you chalking the kiss up to heightened emotion and not genuine affection. (Much to Natsuo and Fuyumi’s dismay as it is so glaringly obvious how into each other you two are and it’s painful to watch you dance around each other)

One day junior year you over hear a group of girls daring their friend to ask Touya out as a joke all of them very openly talking shit about his scars. You see red but they disappear into a hall flooded with before you can crack open a can of whoop ass.

Touya comes up to you all smiles telling how he has a date that weekend expecting you to be happy for him. Instead you try to warn him it’s a set up. He accuses you of being jealous and claims that you don’t think he can pull a pretty girl cuz how fucked up the accident left him. You deny it (you actually think the scars make him hotter than sin but you’d never say that to his face). You fight until you get sick of each other and storm home separately.

Saturday comes and goes you don’t hear from him. Before you head to bed you text him: << Hey I’m sorry. I’m just trying to look out for you, not make you feel bad. << I hope your date went ok. Love you ❤️

Rei calls your mother the next morning and she hands you the phone while you’re still half sleep. “Hey honey, sorry to wake you. Touya got stood up last night, do you wanna come over maybe? I know you two fought but I know seeing you would help him feel better. Bring a bag I’ll talk your mom into letting you stay. Enji is sending a driver.” (Rei has no problem using Endeavor’s guilt to extort him)

You do as your told and hop in the bathroom for a quick shower dressing in cozy joggers and a crop tee, an extra uniform in your bag. You race down to the car only half listening to your mother’s “don’t bring home no babies” lecture. You tell the driver to stop at the nearest Daiso on the way. The clerk tried not to let any surprise on to his face as you buy a pair of tube socks and as many cheap bars of soap as you can afford.

Rei ushers you inside and up the stairs, taking your bag as you leave your shoes abandoned at the front door. She goes back to making comfort food. She knows this is a dangerous line she’s toeing and she can wholeheartedly say she doesn’t have any desire to be a grandmother yet but damnit something must be done. Especially if these shallow little broads are gonna hurt her boy intentionally.

You tip-toe into his room and find it dark except for the blue led lights around his desk and the soft glow of the galaxy mural you and his siblings painted for him a year prior. A soft folk song played quietly the chords wrapping the room in a sort of comfortable melancholy like an old worn cardigan. “Bestie?” You whisper not wanting to disturb him. “You were right.” Touya mumbles miserably his voice muffled by the pillows. You cross the room and clamber into the covers next to him. You’re immediately struck by the most delicious aroma of patchouli and mint as he shifted, downy white hair parting revealing a single puffy turquoise eye peeking at you. “I’m sorry I got pissy and yelled at you. I know you were just being protective.” He mumbled. “We both said some shit we didn’t mean it’s ok.” You held your arms out in acceptance. He took the offer readily melting in your grasp. You fight the heat rising in your face as he cuddles into you, your fingers slip into his hair massaging his scalp. He sighs at the contact. “I feel so stupid.” His voice wavers at the end and your heart breaks. “You’re not stupid, Makiko’s stupid.” You assure him giving him a squeeze. “And a bitch.” You stay tangled in each other chatting quietly about space and the deep sea and other random shit until Rei calls you for dinner.

Afterwards you attempt to help Tei clean up like you normally do but she shops you away with the other kids. You all decide to watch a movie in the home theater in the basement. (Another Enji guilt gift) After much debate you all settle on Zombieland. You try to convince Shouto to watch something else in a different room to no avail. “I’m not a baby, Y/N.” He insists. “If the twerp wants to traumatize himself let him, we’ve all done it at least once. Besides it’s a comedy hardly scary.”

You all laugh and jump through the entire thing. Talking shit left and right. Shouto dozed off as the credits rolled. Natsuo nudges Fuyumi who isn’t too far behind and scoops up the tween to carry him to bed. You settle in the guest room between Natsuo and Touya’s bedrooms. Touya inevitably sneaks in to chatter away until you both doze off curled up together.

The next morning your sitting on the couch loading bar after bar of soap into a single tube sock as Touya comes down fiddling with his tie. “The hell are you doing?” He asks perplexed. “The less yo know the better.”

You and Touya part at the lockers with a hug being in different classes. You see him off smiling until he disappears from your sight. As soon as he rounds the corner you drop your bag face determined heart filled with vengeance. You put your earrings in your jacket pocket,dump it with your bag, tie your hair up, and retrieve your soap sock. You march over to where you can here the little bitches tittering to each other. “Oi, Makiko.” Is the only warning you give before you go to work. It’s five in one but somehow you come out bloodied but triumphant. You seize Makiko by the hair and pull her to her feet just to slam her once again into a metal locker. “You will apologize to Touya. You will do it today. And if I find out you didn’t oh bitch, you’d better pray, cuz I don’t care if I’m suspended. I don’t care if I’m expelled. I will be back up here and I will fuck you up again. Do I make myself clear?” Makiko nodded against the painful grip in her hair. You ricochet her head off the locker and stomp her friend in the ribs one more time for good measure, mean mugging the few kids that lingered to watch as you head to class.

As you pass Touya’s classroom later you you peek into the partially open door and catches Makiko’s eye. She jumps in fear and quickly rounds the table in front of her to where Touya is sat dropping into a deep bow, the deepest she can muster short of dropping to the floor. You can’t hear what she says but her body language says everything.

When administration eventually finds out what happens they give all parties involved extra cleaning duties. You don’t mind, it beats suspension and Touya is kind of to stay behind and wait on you to finish. If there’s no adult supervision he’ll even lend you a hand so you can be done faster and you are eternally grateful. He always follows you home after making sure you get there safe and also getting as much time with you as he can seeing as you were grounded for a month after you mom found out.

Luckily for you though you are freed from bondage just in time for the biggest end of the year party this side of Musutafu, hosted by none other than the star player of your school’s baseball team Takahiro. And that is the fateful things change with you and Touya forever.

Alright lovelies here we go. A special shout-out to @darlingely hope this scratches that itch. And yes I did end with a cliffhanger to leave you wanting, I am cruel I know. Lol. 😜

You know the drill like, reblog, comment if you want more.

~Ciao 💜

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[bbybaku]

hii! could we get some dabi/touya college boyfriend nsfw and sfw headcanons? thank uu

yall are gonna have to hear me the fuck out on this one okay

the 18+ part is below the cut 🫡

also sorry this took me like 9 months to write lmao

sfw

i think you and touya would be in the same big friend group that likes to drink and party together

okay so touya started off in the dorms of your big ass university as an engineering major and very quickly realized he didn't really fw it

butttttt he did fw the night scene

and his rich father paying him to be there

so touya barely passes freshman year

transfers to the community college down the road

moves into a party house w his boyz

i feel like he would either be like a blue-collar construction worker or a bar back until he's 21 when he can be a bartender

he's kind of a dick but he's also friends w everyone?

he likes fat girls

especially bipoc thic girls

like homeboy likes tits and ass and is not picky

i feel like he's a bit of a dick in an endearing way

like he's a college aged man and he's a lil selfish but you know he doesn't mean it

prob not the best bf all the time

he means well

hes a retired player who met you and is now obsessed with you and only you

yall are also lowkey on and off

but you’re working on it!!

that being said I'm sure he would be nice to you and care about you but he def has issues that he is not addressing

back to our party boy

he would order pizza for the after-party

always hosts the pregame

and the party lol

goes to the clubs !!

occasionally gets drunk and gets in fights (its hot af)

he would be generous w the ~party favors~ if you know what i mean

*wipes nose*

*cough cough*

has probably tried every drug under the sun at least once

so maybe not the best memory lol

like not a bad guy

but probably not the best

always has cigarettes

probably a Marlboro guy

or American spirits

always wearing all-black or all-dark colors

always smells really good

his room is actually really nice like he has a big bed and mood lights and some crystals

goes to the gym often but has a sleeper build

so looks scrawny but has some muscle when he takes his shirt off

prob has a stupid tattoo somewhere

like a cool one on his lower stomach

but also has a tramp stamp of a heart with wings

always has like an ocean sented canlde burning in his bedroom

has the most beautiful fluffy hair that he puts such little effort into

almost always has a 5 o'clock shadow

like does not shave his face consistently enough but he is hot so its okay

he likes to sit with his head between your legs

yall watch movies together often

like actually watch movies

he has a silver nose ring

drives like a red mustang

is prob lowkey a car guy

is not on any social media but is always watching weird youtube videos and texting his siblings

i feel like it’s a fantasy of his to get into a fight for you

like he dreams of some guy trying shit with you only for him to step in at the perfect time and beat the shit out of him

he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you

but he would beat anyone who hurts you

nsfw

average size but a bit girthy

homeboy can fuck

like is experienced

he’s a retired whore

you are the reason he retired lol

can find the clit on anyone

you don't go home until you come at least once

quickies

all the time

anywhere you can think of

bathroom at parties

unfinished basements

empty classroom

storage closet

prob has a hand signal to you for if yall are out drinking in your group and he wants to fuck

this man oozes sex appeal

like you're not in the mood and then he's wearing all black and smells like that and suddenly you're ferral

real good at dirty talk

"behave"

"that's what I like to hear"

"have you always been this much of a slut?"

just to name a few

talks like that in and out of the bedroom

does not sext but will not hesitate to invite you over when he's horny

fucking in his room during a party

and then returning to the party

will buy you food after

fucks you to hip-hop

like good music

Red LED lights in his room

has a big ass mirror

doggy or pro bono in front of said mirror

*chefs kiss*

does not want kids so he always has a ton of condoms

he doesn't like hickies but loves when you scratch up his back

car sex

he likes to choke you

especially during makeouts

like will choke you more during a makeout than he will during sex

prob lowkey has a porn addiction so can get a little carried away sometimes

but will instantly stop if you say something or if he picks up on you like liking the vibe

he's loud as fuck during sex

like his roommates will pound on the walls

doesn't eat you out super often,, but when he does?

good god

amazing

prob will ask you to do some weird shit every now and then

like clown makeup

or to top him and call him weird names

you're normally down for it

its fun because he gets so into it

is pretty straightforward about what he wants

which is nice since you never have to guess

m.list

#mha smut #dabi smut #mha dabi #dabi todoroki #touya todoroki #touya x reader #todoroki smut #dabi headcanons #lov smut #dabi x reader #bnha dabi #mha headcanons #mha fanfiction

[manjisdollkiko]

𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳… DABI X READER

ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ¹

in the night when she comes crawling...

character: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Reader, Keigo Takami/Hawks X Reader, Tamaki Amajiki X Reader

notes: okay at LAST! in this fic it will be heavily inspired by HBO Idol and Y/N will be heavily based off my favourite character Jocelyn played by my fave person Lily Rose Depp if you actually like Dabi please dont read this fic, hes literally so horrible in this fic. Todomomo my favourite ship in MHA will be a thing in this so if you dont like Shoto and Momo being together please dont read anyways hope you enjoy <33

series summary: Y/N Y/L/N a struggling pop star is trying to pursue her music career, trying to cope with the death of father who played a huge role in her music career. What happens when she encounters Dabi who saves her from the void of being lost and helps her pursue her career in a way that is not expected.

chapter warning: dark content, 18+, smut, child abuse, Y/Ns dad was very abusive, major character death, Y/N has major daddy issues, toxic music industry, manipulation, slut shaming, reader does weed , mentions of sex addicts, mentions of suicide, Dabi is really toxic, Y/N is high key traumatised.

wordcount: 7k+

in the night by The Weekend

From the moment Y/N was born, she was destined to be, a singer.

To sing about her passion for buying stuff she felt comfortable yet stylish in. Things she could brag about having. Cocoa scented lotion, her long baths with her favourite music playing in the background, singing her lungs out. COCO Chanel perfumes, Gucci bags. Her favourite makeup products, skincare products. Specifically the Fenty Beauty Choclit Lipgloss a lipgloss created by a massive pop artist Rihanna, yet another reason why she wanted to be a successful singer. To sell out.

Considering her dad the head CEO of L/N Theatre Production. She had the freedom to produce songs about herself. To write songs about her deep obsession with creme filled doughnuts, how she always used to buy them after her private school sessions at home with her best friend Momo Yaoyorozu.

Momo Yaoyurozu, an uprising model

Momo and Y/N grew up together like two peas in a pod, their fathers were the best of friends. They would paint their nails together, have their own spa days and watch their favourite "mean girls" and ''white chicks'' eating sneak snacks whilst watching on Momo`s silver Macbook Air.

They would often go to Karaoke singing at the top of their lungs to their favourite artists, The Weekend, Ariana grande, and Y/Ns personal favourite Rihanna.

Momo was a pretty satisfied girl she grew up loved by her mother and her step father, a successful club owner. Momo was a gorgeous girl, from her bright smile to her twinkling eyes, It was a no-brainer guys would move to Momo, wanting to date her. She was also an only child, but considering she had Y/N right next door to her, they grew up super close.

People often viewed them as clueless bimbos, who were to stuck upon themselves to consider anyone else's feelings, that their lives were perfect, rich daddies, spoiled to the core, new boyfriend every week and their only worries in life was what colour they should get their acrylics next.

but that was complete and utter bullshit. They don't know about all the times Y/N would call her bawling her eyes out because of her fathers harsh punishments, they don`t know about how many times Momo would cry on Y/Ns lap about stupid boys, taking advantage of her heart.

They don't know about the deep dark secrets the duo trust each other with.

"he`s been starin` at us all night, ya know."

Momo sits next to Y/N on the leather couch at the the back of the club, the air was hazy with thick smoke, heavy enough to dilute the already dim purple-red lights, weed and sweat stings their noses. They have been there for over an hour, feeling drunk and and tired after they both let loose all night at Momos dads club. Y/N made sure to look hotter than hot tonight, enough to make a man nut in his pants. She had teared down her closet and pulled a short, backless mini red dress, it made her look taller and showed off the curve of her spine towards her ass.

She loved this dress.

how the elegant red fabric looked against her skin, not to mention the hem of the dress barely covering her ass. If she was to bend over right now everyone would get a good view of her ass. This dress made the men she hooked up with go crazy, they have torn it off many times combined with her high heels and fresh mani and pedi. the perfume smell of Vivienne Westwood adorning the back of her wrists and back of her knees.

"Sorry girls" Kirishima another one of her friends spoke over the phone "We're gonna not gonna be a little late., rehearsals took forever now we're stuck in traffic." Momo sighed, And she could sense the frustrations behind the phone. "You could have left early?" The Y/H/C haired girl said.

"Don't worry though, mamas traffics speeding up a little." He reassures. and Y/N fixes her hair, before saying "Well, we saved seats and drinks for you guys."

"You better have!" Bakugo hollers in the background, Y/N and Momo exchanged looks before giggling to eachother at Bakugous aggressive demeanour,

"SERIOUSLY!" Bakugo yells again and Kirishima chuckles a 'see you later' before ending the call.

Y/N giggles again before her glide up and down Momos form in her clothes "You look so cute tonight, I'm surprised no one has even taken you home yet" Momo giggles before taking her hand "Y`know I think that guy would say the same thing," at the corner of her eyes she could spot a bi colour haired man with a red scar across his eye where the red part of his hair was, sipping his cocktail sat on the bar counter as his stare lingers on the two girls.

"Lets say hi," she purrs and Momo giggles excitedly, his stare gets even more intense and lustful as the aspiring singer and uprising model make their way to him. They stop infront of them before Y/N seductively asks "Is this seat taken?' you ask breathlessly, sexy tone. "Not at all, been waiting` all night". the bi coloured haired man says his voice raspy as he stares at Y/N, "I mean you've been goggling at us all night." she laughs taking a seat next to him and Momo sits on the other side.

He laughs flashing his pearly whites "Well it's not every day you see a singer and a model together." the duo laughs as he thrusts his hand to them "I'm Shoto." he says in a deep raspy voice that could make any womens panty drop. "I just got done practicing basketball."

"You play?" Momo asks and Shoto smiles at her "I play as a hobby sometimes." Momo blushes before biting her lip and Y/N mentally rolled her eyes as she knew her best friend always had a thing for basketball players.

Just then Shoto takes a hit off his blunt, he sees the Y/H/C haired girl watching him and his chocolate coloured eyes slowly turned to her, and his eyes lingered at her form, before looking up to her lustful eyes he says "you want a hit?" he asks.

"You smoke?" she sheepishly replies "For relaxation." Shoto passes her a blunt and she takes a small hit, she feels the effect already inflicting upon her body. He licked his lips as he watches her glossed lips part as the smoke comes out after exhaling the substance.

Y/N L/N huh? He heard a couple songs she produced, 'not bad' he thought, He just wondered why she was here? did she not have things to do after all she was a singer. Y/N felt his eyes on her, her lashes slowly fluttering as she felt the effect of the weed upon her body. Hey Y/E/C hughes turned to his glinting brown eyes that shone upon the red lights of the club. "what?" she asks looking up at him with doe eyes, she looked so innocent and pure by the way she had looked at him, he just smirked at her "nothin."

An hour later and she felt as light as a feather her and Momo joined Shoto on the dancefloor, everything feels fuzzy and the world was spinning everything feels beautiful and sexy especially as Y/N and Momo dance to 'Smart' by Le Sserafim.

She laughs when Shoto puts his arms up in the crowd of grinding bodies and gets behind Momo and her, and Momo giggles when Y/N grabs her waist. Their hips flushing against each other. Y/N fumbles to grab her phone out her Gucci purse and taps her code and going onto the camera app, she raises her phone "SMILE!' she exclaims and clicks the picture button as shoto grabs both their waists and Momo puts a 'peace' sign up.

Her phone suddenly vibrates "Hold up! I'm getting a call." she laughs "I'll be right back." she gave Shoto a wink to which he returns a smirk, she stumbles off the dance floor pulling her dress to cover her ass and she went to the nearest ladies room as she sees who it was.

'Melissa ` -her manager.

"Fuck," she muttered under her breath, this wasn't the right time to attend business.` she thought as she tapped the accept button "Hey! Melissa, what's up?" she asked politely forcing a smile as she spoke. That week Y/N had sent a song demo of her new song for her upcoming album.

"Hey so I heard the song..." her manager said trying to retreat the name of the song.

"What did you think of it!" Y/N interrupted enthusiastically as she was excited to hear the feedback her manager was going to give about her song coming up on her album after going on hiatus after a year. "Yeah... uhh I gave it a listen and Y/N, uhh I don't think this is gonna` be a good cut on the album."

Y/N`s smile instantly turned into a frown, the song meant a lot for her, it was inspired by what she went through.

"that's what artists do though, they write song about their past," she said trying to compromise with her manager, her eyebrows furrowing as she felt the bass of the music in the ladies bathroom. This was one of the things that she hated about the industry, they couldn`t care less about your emotions, you could be kill yourself and they would spit on her grave if it benefited them. 'They were fucking selfless'. she thought.

"Y/N, I just don't think that this is the best song for you to be coming out with at the moment I mean we get it, and I'm trying not to hold back but you went through some dark shit, but its just that you have written to many things about your heartbreaks. It seems like all your song are about heartbreak and trauma and we need something positive to come out something that's not gonna bore the fans." Y/N just stood there her glossy mouth agape, how could her team be so selfish. 'bore the fans?' They saw everything that went down over the past years. They knew her mental state was not in the best position right now after her dads death, the pressure of having to carry on was too much for her to carry her music career on with, she took a year break off hiatus but it seemed that it was not enough for her, not only that but the trauma of her father devious acts, was catching up to her now that he wasn`t alive.

"...oh" she responded, "um I don't know what to say, I mean I spent weeks writing that song to make sure it was perfect." she pursed her lips together. "We know that its hectic in your life right now, but you're gonna have to pull through and compromise. I mean you already went on hiatus for a year now, we can't let the fans down so can you just try your best to make good songs." She took a deep breath as she held back tears of humiliation. She knew the best thing to do was to stay quiet.

Y/N sighed in surrender and nodded to herself over the phone. ''okay, I'll pull through.'' she said and looked at her state in the mirror.

''I gonna pull through.''

'Mad Love' was a song inspired by her ex lover.

She still made songs about her ex boyfriend and her experiences with him, more specifically her childhood sweetheart Tamaki Amajiki. they were only 16 when they got together. He was the only man who could look right through her. They both found each other in the darkness of a void caused by their family. Tamaki was highly sensitive. He is prone to overthinking and analysing every possible outcome while Y/N, valued reliability and dependability with Tamaki and for him to provide a sense of stability and security she craved so deeply.

unfortunately for her the planet Venus was destroyed by someone of the name Y/D/N L/N.

They tried to keep their relationship a secret, she knew her dad would go nuts if he found out that she was sneaking kisses with one of his associates son.

"May i sit?"

That deep yet soft beautiful voice.

She thought, as 16 year old Y/N quickly shot up her head from the book she was reading to look at Tamaki standing gracefully in front of her, her heart raced at the blue hair coloured boy, The Amajiki family were staying at her house for a while now, her Father and his were associates, she nodded in approval. 'He was such a gentleman'

The two remained silent as they sat next to eachother, their feet were dipped in the pool while Tamaki stared at her with gentle eyes, Y/N snuck a few peaks, as her heart raced trying to keep up with her book but the fact that he was staring at her made it hard for to keep her squeal in. His eyes trailed to her lips then back to her innocent yet seductive eyes then back to her face. subtle touches on her waist, her arms. His handsome face staring at hers, as their family continued staying at their house.

"So, do you want to know what happens in the book?" Y/N looks at him trying to start conversation despite him quite literally staring at her soul, she didnt mind it though. She thought he was quite handsome. ''Sure!'' he spoke

She sighed dreamily, as she places the book face down at the side of the pool. "the main character has a background i can relate to." His brows furrowed, pondered on her words.

"Her name is Rebecca, she lives in a 5 story mansion, her mother died when she was an infant. She has a lot of feelings, she overthinks a lot, her dad inspires her to become a ballet dancer, im at the part where she realises her feeling to her childhood best friend, Felix." She stopped herself when they both look at each other.

his dark seductive eyes peering right through her soul, all she could hear was the faint breaths she took in as her blood rushed through her ears at how close he was to her, lips barely inches away from each others. Her breath hitched in her throat and he moved closer towards her, their lips pressed againt each other as they faintly kissed they both pulled away their heads still close to each others as she looked at his lips again before glancing up to his dark blue eyes.

"Hey! Tamaki, there you are." a sweet feminine voice called, they both quickly pulled away as you remise the voice being his mothers.

"Oh my, am i interupting something.'' she gasps once she realised the tension she broke. Tamaki now flushed red. ''No, mom she was just telling me about her book.''

''Whatever,'' She rolled his eyes at him ''Im sorry to ruin your little moment but Tamaki, your father needs you, ill give him back to ya' Y/N.''

With that Tamaki headed out, he stepped feet out of the pool before trailing after his mother. ''Hey, tell me about your book later, yeah?'' She smiled shyly before nodding.

Weeks went by as the Amajiki family stayed at the Y/L/N residence, the two had gotten closer, exchanging kisses secretly, Tamaki sneaking into her room just to cuddle her and feel her warm body close to him.

Of course Y/N had to tell her best friend Momo to which she just laughed and teased her about it. They often snuck out the house after 10 just to lay down against the grass and gaze at the stars whilst laughing about stupid child-ish stuff.

it was only one night that changed everything.

She could barely sleep that night

the mattress was soft, the pillows were even softer easing her neck into a blissfull sleep, she could not get Tamaki out of her mind, every time she closed her eyes she could picture his bright smile and his dark blue eyes peircing at hers

Was this how love sickness felt, the heavy burden on her heart corrupting her mind.

Slipping her feet out of the bed padding down the hallways gently, she, deciding she would just get herself a glass of water. She thought about what it would be like if her and Amajiki had gotten together, for real. instead of having to hide their relationship, if her father would just approve of him and her, but she knew he wouldn`t she had to keep herself pure before her husband. How he would grab her by the waist pull her close, and kiss her gently on the lips, she was madly in love with him and she wanted nothing but to just be in his room, in his strong arms. But she knew he would be dosed off by now and he would be too tired to cuddle her.

Once she finished drinking her glass of water she put her glass in the white tile sink and made her way back upstairs.

''Please! Please! Please dont hurt us."

Her ears pricked at the voice, The house maid, Rose always made sure to turn off the TV after everyone left to go to bed. Or maybe it was her sketchy neighbours, they always have a tendency of being nonchalant and cold. After they only gave a blank expression and not even saying thank you after she cooked a special made pot pie to welcome them, moving into the neighbourhood. Mostly full of judgy old rich people.

They`re probably involved in some sort of cult or something, her gut on the other hand was telling her to turn back. Sketchy motherfuckers. As she went to turn her heel upstairs she heard it again.

"Please! *choke* Have mercy!''

She sighed and went outside to the gardens where the poolside area was. Her mind went white when she saw the scene unfolding infront of her, her father standing. Along with his right hand man Mr Aizawa who had bloody knuckles Mr and Mrs Amajiki clapsed in front of the floor by her dads foot. And there she saw Tamaki tied up seperatly from his parents on the wooden chair. Her breath hitched when she saw him.

His face was all bloody, his right eye was purple, and his eyebrows furrowed revealing lines on his forehead as a sign of distress and discomfort. his hand and legs were tied up to the wooden kitchen chair as his shirt was covered in blood and sweat as it was slightly ripped revealing his bloodied abdomen, it made her feel queasy and sick to the core.

She should go and help, she should protect him. But her feet stayed glued onto the floor as she watched the scene unfold before her eyes. ''Stand back, Shota." Y/D/N commands, as he makes his way to bloodied Tamaki ''Look at me.'' He commanded again and Tamaki slightly squinted his eyes at him.

She watched in horror. ''P-please! i didnt mean to mess with your daughter. I`ll do better i p-promise!'' She watched in horror as her father pulled out a gun from his waistband and pointed the barrel at his head.

Her breathing got frantic, Why cant i move? Why cant i help him?!

Tamaki began begging even more frantically as Y/D/N wrapped his finger around the trigger before pulling it back

BANG

The bullet went though his head almost killing him immediantly, his body dropping almost instantly.

she let out a sudden whimper as Shota was the first one to look at her, eyes wide frantic breathing and her body shaking. followed by Mr and Mrs Amajiki frantic screaming through their gagged mouthes.

It was as if her terrified look snapped Mr Y/L/N out of his murderous gaze, he began slowly turning to his daughter making him push the gun toward Shota muttering curses under his breath "Y/N-''

''D-Dad, What did you do???'' she said in a raspy whisper as it seemed like she couldnt speak properly after watching what happened. Dad wouldnt kill me, would he?

She didnt realise her body trembling as he walked closer to her or how heavy her breaths were.

''I-Im sorry, i was with Tamaki, i-its all my fault. i- im so sorry-'' tears fell out of her eyes as he walked closer to her ''i don`t want to die, ill keep it a secret.'' He stood before her blocking the gorey view, as his large hands cradled her wet face, fingers wiping away the tears. As he pulled her to his chest. Enveloping her into a tight hug while she broke down into her fathers arms, sobs shaking her entire body. Her body raked with sobs as he she held onto him, tears wetting his shirt.

Each cry from Y/N was like a stab to his chest twisting the blade into his chest as the only thing he could do was hold his daughter in his arms after she watched him to the unthinkable to her lover. He had to. She knew she couldnt do this, she had to understand the consequences.

Eventually her sobs turned into quiet whimpers. Y/D/N didnt stop cradling her, rocking her back and forth until she stopped crying, only sniffing back tears and snot. He pulled out tissues from his pockets and started wiping the tears and snot from her face. His heart shattering at how traumatised she looked all the light from her eyes had dissapeared leaving her with gaping abyss.

He carefully picked her up into bridal style and carries her up to her room and placed her into bed covering her with the blanket, to which she instantly fell into a deep slumber after witnessing all that. He kissed her forehead before heading out the room and he turned his head to give her one last glance before exiting the room.

Y/N was an only child, her mother passed away after giving birth to her. Living with her billionaire father, in some peoples eyes would have been a blessing, but to her it was a living hell.

Ever since her father died, her confusion of whether she should be happy that he could no longer hurt her, hit her with his belt, no more skin ripping because of the harshness of his belt on her back, her thighs. No more bruises on her stomach or her waist, no more swelling on her chest. the torturous acts her father conflicted upon her stopped when he died. Or whether she should be upset, he was the same man who made her a star she is today, the motivation he gave her whenever she did something she and would recieve a bitter punishment, maybe it was worth it? How else would she have made it to the top.

However the memories of him. She was constantly beaten by her Dad ,she remembers him typically using his belt, but he would have used his bare hands anything to get her hurt, anything to make her learn. the look in his eye whenever she did something he didn't like, whenever she got her line wrong, a dance move wrong, if she ate snacks, if she didn't take her vitamins, if she was caught flirting with a boy he didn't approve of.

if she was caught smiling to herself.

She would constantly have the same dream, she would have woken up and went to the bathroom brush her teeth and got dressed In white corset croptop that had laces on the side with a denim short skirt, minimal makeup on and spritzing her favourite COCO Chanel perfume, then she would have greeted her mother by kissing her cheeks, by the dining table, even if her mother wasn't alive she still dreamt of her being alive in her dreams.

She would strut outside of her house to see her best friend Momo Yaoyurozu then she could see her dad reach for her. Her dad reaching his hand out for her by the door, Momo`s mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed with concern from the distance, and she watches her best friend slowly reaching her hand to her culprit. Momo`s hand out to attempt to grab her by the hand and pull her away, despite being a distance away, It's almost like a siren call, him holding his hand out for her despite someone screaming for her to stop and reject him.

That's when she's on the kitchen floor as she screams in agony by her fathers belt penetrating her fragile Y/S/C skin as she kicks and claws at him to stop.

until she wakes up screaming, sweat soaked all over her pink silk sheets, she would have the same dream of being violently beaten by her father.

The next few hours were equally horrible, she quietly sobbed into her pillows praying to her mother for why she had left him in the same world as that monster, why she couldn't have stayed with her, maybe things would have been different if her mother was alive. No mater how many times she prayed, she could never escape him in this world, he had corrupted every dream she had and turned them into nightmares.

Y/N blinked back the tears of the memories, now here she was a year later, after escaping the grasps of her fathers possesion. Her memory of him still lived even a year later, a tear fell from her Y/E/C eyes as she wipes it away quickly, ''shit'' she mutters once she realised that she ruined her concealer and mascara underneath her eyes.

She rummages through her Gucci purse grabbing her two faced pressed powder that had pink with sequences on the side powder puff as she begins to press the powder puff against the pressed powder and gently pushing the powder against underneath her eyes as the makeup that had been ruined due to her smudging it away with her wrist trying to remove her tears.

With a deep sigh she put the product away as she looked at her teary state in the mirror before smiling to herself and fixing her hair, as a way of reassurance, and a way to somewhat comfort herself.

She then turns her heel, pushing the door of the ladies bathroom and her YSL high heels making faint taps against the hard floor of the club, she then sees Momo still dancing with Shoto. her manicured nails around his broad shoulder as they both slow danced as she sees the atmosphere of the dance floor, going from hectic and people dancing like they were in heat, to them now dancing like it was a high school prom or some shit, thats when the DJ began to speak in the mic.

''How ya`ll doing tonight!" He spoke, Y/N just stood slowly moving her hips to the beat of the slow yet sensual music, surrounded by people holding onto each other slow dancing, she took a slight glance at her best friend to which the raven haired girl shot her a glance before mouthing 'he`s so hot' to which she just laughed. She had noticed Momo had taken a liking to this man.

''Ya`ll ready to fall in loove?'' The DJ exclaimed,

''this is a place where all your shitty problems in your life, fly out that window'' to which he then pointed to a small square shaped window countered at the top of the building where the ceiling was.

''Yall ready to FUCK?''

He yelled into the mic as everyone cheered as Y/N just giggled at as she looked at the DJ taking in his appearance. He looked like he was in his mid 20s, average height, he had long blonde hair that swooped backwards along with a pair of golden brown eyes that resembled that of a bird, along with some stubble underneath his chin.

''Fuck all that! this is a place where you fellas can grab ya' ladies and just dance, ay you know what!'' He shouts. ''Everyone shots on me!'' to which then the crowd went crazy, as they cheered him on.

Keigos eyes squinted before him, he instantly noticed those dashing Y/E/C eyes, that seductive, feminine energy she carried, those hips of hers whenever she danced, the way her ass looked in that tight red mini dress, the way she danced especially when she performed on stage, those high notes she could hit whenever she sang, he wondered what else that throat could do.

Suddenly his sharp golden sunset coloured eyes moved straight to hers, and then he squinted. "Yo, is that- no way! is that THE Y/N L/N at this club right now?" he spoke into the mic as her cheeks flushed red and she looked at the ground as the crowd starting cheering, as she grabbed at Momo cheeks flushed with embrassment, she just grabbed her arms laughing along with her as Y/N laughed as she looked up at him and he smiled at her amused.

''i have to say, you look so beautifull and absolutley stunning i gotta ask for a dance''.

''Your such an icon so i- i gotta have a dance.''

Y/N just giggled at his charming antics, he made her feel flattered and already cheered her up, as he was literally flirting with her through a mic at a club.

''Yo! bring that back, bring the music back up.'' He says as he makes his leave and starts making his way to her as Y/N just giggled and turned to Momo and Shoto.

''No way he is actually coming over here right?''

''I`on know pretty girl, looks like he`s taken a liking to you." Shoto remarks, his hands still on Momos waist as his chin places over his shoulder. ''Yeah he seems into you.'' Momo says, before she could say anything else, she felt the presence of someone behind her, she slowly looked over her shoulder as she saw the DJ who flirted with her, up close.

Damn he looks so handsome

He had feather ash blond hair that was swept messily backwards, his eyebrows are notably thick having a similar texture to his hair, he had faint stubble on his chin, he was wearing a plain black t-shirt paired with a denim blue jacked and matching denim blue jeans, He smells like mints and aftershave. Her thighs instantly clenched when she took in the sight of him.

''Hi,'' she giggled under her breath, she had never had met someone as much confident as him, her encounter with him made her feel a sense with unfamiliarity but in a good way, she made eye contact with him, his golden eyes glistened, as the red lights around the nightclub. His eyes took over her form, his eyes lingering at her cleavage, his eyes remained upon her thighs, before making contact with the bit off her chest showing. Then his gaze finally made contact with her eyes. He smirked. ''Hey''

Keigo put his arms around her waist, as they swayed to the beat of the song ''Back For More'' by TXT featuring Anitta.

Feeling him up on her made her feel queasy and wanted more, he then spinned her over making her back press against his clothed groin. and his big hands grasped over her hip. Y/N gasped at the feeling as she subtly asked. ''Man can you dance'' she giggled as they both moved to the beat, her ass grinding against his groin as the both danced with each other. his arms raising as the song continued, as she continued to dance with him. Tensions filled the air as they made eye contact with each other.

"Whats your name?''

He smirked ''Keigo, my friends call me Hawks though." he replied. Keigo loved the feeling of her soft Y/S/C coloured skin making contact with his large scruffy hand. ''Ohh, pretty name.'' she giggles as she looked behind her shoulder smiling, to see Keigo still smirking at her. ''Why Hawks though?'' she laughed as the thought of anyone calling him Hawks pondered her thoughts.

"Pfft, i dont even know just a stupid nickname my friends call me.'' She continued moving her hips to the beat of the song, she suddenly then turned to him, her doe Y/E/C eyes made eye contact with Keigos hard, sharp golden eyes. ''Am i your friend, Keigo?'' she coos at him innocently. She wanted him, real bad. she wanted him to look at her with those deep golden sharp eyes as he fucks her into oblivion.

One thing about Y/N is that she was a sex addict. Whilst many had drugs, alcohol, ciggaretes One thing she could get from any man was dick.

She wanted those rough scruffy hand to wrap around her throat as his hips buck against her cervix as he fucks her rough yet sensually. it was almost like he could see right through those pleading bedroom eyes that any man could have mistaken for a simple innocent question.

His lips then curl into a lustfull smile ''Oh we`re gonna be more than just friends.''

And thats all it took for Keigo and Y/N to exit the club and catch an uber to get to Keigo`s penthouse, heavy pants, clothes off, entangled within each others bodies.

''Harder!'' she urged. ''Har- OH'' her cunt spasmed around Keigos dick, as he fucked into her.

Keigo held her legs, having them wrapped around him as he fucked into her. He let out a grunt as his hips slapped against her, as he fucked her. He moved his hand on either side of the matress, and angled his hips up and down slamming against her. A squeal came out of her mouth at the pleasurable feeling. The golden brown eyed man let out a breath but a soft laugh himself as he moved to put his forehead against hers. She stared up at him moving her hips to take him and match his sensual thrusts, Y/N let out a whine as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders

''Fuck, you feel so good.'' He groaned against her lips. She giggled as she stared up at him ''Its cause your fucking me so good Hawks'' He groaned at that name, as she felt one of his large hands move down to the side of her body before gripping her ass tightly. She felt a slap to her ass before gasping and meeting him back up for a kiss.

"Yo! Hawks where, d`ya put my-''

Y/N and Keigo both look at the door before she gasped, who the fuck?

Standing there a reasonably, tall pale young man of slim shape but somewhat muscular shape. He has several silver cartilige peircings in both ears and a triple nostril peircing on the side of his nose, hes wearing a dark blue jacket, with a high ripped collar matching pants cut off above his ankles. He also has a pair of dark dress shoes on his feet. He has a plain pale gray scoop-neck shirt, with a grey belt circular patterns around his belt satchel attached at the back.

He smirks before looking at him then as her. "Oops, my bad." He states before slamming the door shut.

Keigo shudders at the random interruption by his house mate, her face grows as she blushes with embarasment.

Then she arches her back. ''Fuck Keigo'' she whines tossing her head back, while he fucks her. When he cums an animalistic grunt escapes his mouth and he grips her hips so hard that they start to form a bruise, he tosses his blonde hair back, she gasps as he fills her up with his cum feeling warmth inside. He looks down at her with an increased level of stamina and lust ''Im not done with you yet.'' he growls.

He fucks her in every position in the book, he fucks her on the side, his big body spooning her figure as his throbbing cock drills inside of her, it was easier to kiss him. And to rub her clit. And in every position, They make each other cum, he seems to know how to trigger her orgasm to cum and cum again, he makes her sweat out her hair and makeup, making her look like a sexy greek goddess to him as she takes his cock like its her job.

And by the time he finally finished, hours spent and her body aches, wet with sweat and cum, her pussy twitches and cum is dripping down her thighs through the crack of her ass. Keigo lies down next to her and snuggles her to his chest ''Man you took me like a fucking champ.''

She only mewls in response but wraps her arms around him and snuggles into his chest.

And then they sleep, satistfied.

In the morning, Keigo streches his body, the way the sun peers in through the sheer curtain keeps Y/N in a slight between sleep and congnitive function, eyes blurry and hazy as he slowly gets up from his side of the bed groaning softly.

Y/N`s hair was all messy, she was completely naked under the white comforters, it felt sort of comforting she saw articles on how it was good to sleep naked. But she just thought it was weird, maybe it was Keigos comforters that made have a change in mind about sleeping naked, Perhaps. Her make up smeared all over the pillows, ''fuck'' she muttered. Sleeping with makeup was a big no-no, her skin would usually break out and her makeup artist and dermatologist would be agitated if they had found out she slept with a full face of makeup on.

She blinks a few times, covering her chest with the blanket to watch him go about his morning, Y/N was not a morning person, normally she would be annoyed and aggitated, but watching his pretty yet handsome face made her feel slightly less agitated. He put his fingers cross over eachother before they pull his arms taught above his head shifting them to the right, then the left which pops. His muscles shadow and dance is the light soaking in through the window

''Mornin` Popstar.'' He smirks at her as he noticed her staring at him intensly going about his morning. To which she then just smiles and sinks her self into the white comforters in embrassment. He chuckles and then grabs a plain black shirt that had been sheiveled and previously thrown at the floor due to the devious acts of last night. The sunlight that peeked through the curtains shone upon his form, contrasting his golden coloured skin and his toned abs as he slid his shirt on. Damn he was hot.

Y/n liked him, he was the complete opposite of Tamaki, he held his head high, walked like he was worth a billion yen. confident, loud, very loud, but she liked that he wasnt afraid to speak his mind. And was really funny.

Y/N giggled ''Mornin` Keigo.'' she then reaches for her iPhone 13 in starlight, which has a plain light pink case on it, her favourite colour. on the bedside table of his room, she tapped the phone which had the wallpaper of her and Momo at the beach smiling brightly holding ice creams as they looked at eachother cheekily. she noticed she had has 2 missed calls from Momo and 2 messages. She tapped the notification from imessages before typing in her password 260403 her birthday no suprise, and she sees Momos messages.

Momo <3: Where r u?

Momo <3: Oh, Shoto saw you leaving with that DJ, make sure you use protection x

She softly chuckles at her friends messages, before starting to reply back to her raven haired best friends before she noticed a presence at the side of her, she then looks up, quicly grabbing he blanket to cover her chest, to see the same man who interrupted her and Keigo last night.

Gosh this was embarassing, he was leaning up against the wall, arms folded, his blue eyes peircing into hers as if he was trying to read her. She furrowes her eyebrows as he just stood there simply spectating her, like a detective. ''umm, can i help you?'' he chuckles at her, before Keigo pushed pass him through the door with an annoyed grunt.

''Dabi, why are you here? don`t ya got somewhere to be." He stiffles before walking to the bed folding some of his clothes at the end of the bed where her feet were, that must be his housemate.

Dabi, what a weird name.

''Dont worry bout it'' he replies, ''See you took home, a friend with ya.'' He says eyeing Y/N form, she shifts uncomfortabley. She could feel and unwavering energy from him, she just could not put her finger on it. It was almost like her gut was saying for her to not talk to him, and stay away.

''Tch whats it to you?'' Keigo says, with attitude kissing his teeth at his house mate, Dabi just softly laughed at him before he turned his head to her. Y/N had never been in such an awkward position, she didnt mind having conversations. Just not while she was butt naked under the white covers and while she looked like a hot mess. ''Hey you look kinda familar, are you Y/D/N daughter?'' He wanted to get a rise from her, he knew what she was all about. That good girl gone bad, after her daddy passed away act was not gonna cut it for him, and he sure as hell wouldn`t let his bird brain of a friend get trapped in her families stupid games.

She felt her heart beat expand at that name, she just gulped, her fathers sinister face flashed through her mind, making her feel ill. She sensed her intuition was telling her something, why is he asking something so obvious, 'did he live under a rock or something' she thought.

It was no suprise everyone knew who her father was after all he was the CEO of L/N Theatre Production, his legacy was still relevant today. Even after he died. Even after he was replaced by some weird blue haired motherfucker who talked like his lungs were as dark as a sullen cloud before the sun who went by the name Tomura Shigaraki

''Man, just get out! The hells wrong with you?'' Keigo shouted, he sensed Y/Ns discomfort at that statement Dabi made. He didnt need to know why she tensed at that name but he didnt care. Keigo was the complete opposite of Dabi, While his friend was a total douchebag when it came to girls, Keigo who was raised by a single mother, has total respect for women, he knew the troubles they went through. and they deserved the up most respect more than anything. A total gentleman.

Dabi puts his arms up in defence still smirking.

''Im just sayin you sure as hell dont wanna be fooling around with that.'' he pointed at her figure sprawled out on the bed covering her chest with Keigos bed covers.

She didn`t like this feeling. The feeling of humiliation, he pointed at her like she was a peice of crap from the streets. And he looked at her like she at the bottom of his boots. Dabi`s sinister gaze increased as he noticed her discomfort expanding by the second he continued to shame her.

''Her father might aswell rise from the pits of hell and taunt you in your dreams, God forbid anyone fools around with his precious daughter, who would have thought that as soon as he died his Popstar daughter would act like a prostitute from the red light district-'' He states so casually. She gasped at the sudden insult.

''Tch, your shocked? you literally look like you could be on the front page of a porn site right now, sprawled out naked under the covers naked.''

Y/N wanted the ground to swallow her whole, fighting the tears of humiliation, she was too embrassed to even look at Keigo or Dabi, instead she kept her glossy Y/E/C eyes glued on the ground as he just smirked.

Its almost like history was repeating itself again, in a way. She could not move, she couldnt speak, she could not defend herself, as Dabi continued slut shaming her she just kept her eyes glued onto the floor her sweaty hands gripping the covers to her chest with dear life, feeling hopeless as she took in his insults one by one, each stabbing her heart violently. Her tearfull gaze expanded his sadistic nature that made the corner of his lips turn into a manic grin. "Aww, dont cry, yo birdbrain, you gonna give little miss Pop star some dick, maybe that`ll-''

''WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! GET THE FUCK OUT!'' Keigo screams angrily. She felt weak but then Keigo, her knight in shining armour came to her rescue, abruptly interrupting his harsh, lewd statements. Pushing Dabi out the door, She could see him smirking at her before the door got slammed shut by Keigo.

''I had no idea what he was yapping on about, Im so sorry.'' Keigo apoligises, as he knelt down to see Y/Ns tearfull gaze as she looked at him with pleasing eyes. Keigo felt his heart shatter, he took her waist in his arms as Y/N hugged his neck and sniffled as she let tears go freely, the warmth of his body made her feel comforted, as she breathed his minty scent in as he rubbed her back, they stayed there for a while not saying a word, only in each others space was enough for them, before she pulls away.

''its okay, um i think i should go.'' She said startled by Dabi, to which Keigo nods handing her clothes to her before he left to give her some privacy.

As Y/N got changed all she could think about was Dabi`s words, prostitute from the red light district. Who even was he, its almost like he could have predicted her fathers actions if he were still alive. What did he know?

She decided it would be best to leave and never come back to Keigos as she didn`t want to have an encounter with Dabi again. she stepped out the room before heading down the stairs making sure she had her purse and phone before exiting, turning back to close the door she spotted Dabi`s face by the railway at the stairs. He just smiled at her, and she slammed the door behind her, making her way out, never to return again.

weird motherfucker.

This is the first chapter <3 HOPE you guys like it, P.S Dabis gonna be a lil toxic but so is Y/N i hope you enjoyed the first chapter if you liked it please like, reblog or comment. also leave a follow and comment if you want to be added to my taglist. Smell ya later pooks ;3

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Todomomo is literally the closest you can get to a autistic4autistic t4t ship without it being canon or intentional.Shouto's dad is an abusive hypermasculine prick who's implied to be misogynistic(teaching Touya his views on women as a kid,that they're 'useless' based off their genders)and Shouto wants to grow up to be the man he never could and refused to be and dosen't care about gender at all,much less conforming to it's roles and gets called a pretty boy a lot and is way closer to his mom and sister than he is to either of his brothers,Momo is the daughter of a rich couple who adultified her to the max in order to make her the ultimate 'proper prim lady' with little regard to her emotions and mental well-being and only care about her when she lives up to their impossible expectations and she had to get that 'I have to be perfect or else i'm WORTHLESS and NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ANYTHING' mentality from somewhere and it's not like she wasn't isolated from her peers by not being allowed to be a normal kid in any way(her mom didn't even let her go festivals and she had to sneak off on her first one with a fear of her finding out in the back of her head the whole time!That is NOT normal behavior for your child to exhibit,Doña Yaoyorozu!!!)and she presents femininily in a way that's viewed as artificial by assholes but it's just genuinely who she's made herself to be!Shouto explicitly inhereted his mother's build and hates that he keeps looking like his dad as he gets older and Momo's said to look older than her girl classmates even disregard her body type and towers over most teen guys!!!

Shouto has a neutral expression that looks purely deadpan and just a bit angry/annoyed and he's awful at socializing and he's insanely good at flirting with Momo but IT'S NEVER ON PURPOSE and Momo has a resting smiling face as her default look and she gets scandalized at regular teen behavior and she's an expert at navigating social situations with practiced politeness and they both take things literally and don't understand the dumb kind of norms and have a special fondness for a particular food because it gives them comfort(cold soba + tea types)BUT ALSO!!!!They have matching additional food motifs(bubble tea specifically + strawberry based things)and cordinated outfits with their own aesthetics(their sweaters,,,,,,that got turned into a running thing in the games and i believe official art too)and are canon cat people(*insert that 'All cats have autism' pic here*)and Momo is a bookworm while Shouto is a comics nerd and Momo got into alt music thanks to Jirou and has a love for desserts and Shouto writes platonic love letters to Rei and perfers the spicier/savoury kinds of japanese food AND THEN THEIR ACTUAL RELATHIONSHIP

Shouto voted for Momo because he thinks she's the best they're is but didn't verbally communicate it to her because it never occured to him he'd need to and Momo admires Shouto just as much and said it outloud to his face from the start and Aizawa being the only that helps them clear up the mix up?????His old autistic man ass that's married to audhd icon Mic?So Shouto goes into detail to Momo's face too about how cool he thinks she is and that's when they officially becomes friends and he never shuts up about her to anyone from then on,this nigga's new special interest is his best girl friend he's got a crush on,and he did notice she was sad when no one else did in an earlier part but had no clue what to do or say to cheer her up so they spend time together now that they're really buds and they both know just what to say to eachother by the War Arc and Momo finds Shouto being a fucking doofus with geeky ass tendencies and moments she could make a youtube compilation out of it if she was lil meaner to be so attractive she says he's perfect for Prince Charming as a role in a play Class 1-A did in one of the novel's.Izuku broke Shouto out of his ice,Jirou and Mina broke Momo out of her doll shell and now neither of them need to mask but what brought them together was being next to eachother at their worsts and at their bests and only thinking the latter no matter what or who said otherwise.Including themselves

#sorry.bnha is absolute dogshit that spits in the name of good superhero writing but they'll always own my ass and i'll never regret it #anyway back to your regularly scheduled punkflower/ghostflower/stephcass/timsteph brainrot mb besties #todomomo #t4t todomomo #todoroki shouto #momo yaoyorozu #bnha geekery #tea blend crew #trans 4 trans autistic 4 autistic and goth punk 4 pastel punk realness #catparents todomomo #transmasc4transfem #transfem4transmasc #autistic girl summer #catkin #therian tag #goth4pastel #me and the bad bitch i pulled by being autistic #💌 #summerposting #good times #the couple ever #aizawa shouta #dadzawa #autistic aizawa #present mic #t4t erasermic #anti bakugou #antidabihawks #< not exactly brought up but.i stand by that she should've been the fem mc and the one to redeem dabi instead of hox #🍓

[demetris-cocksleeve]

Chapter 1

(A?n: To those who've been waiting: sorry, it took 7 months, I'm just a really bad procrastinator lmao)

Entangled Masterlist

Word Count: 795

Taglist: @ekkoismyhusband @itsalicewickedmcgee @sasa-slayer @thewifeoflevi @lukerycyja @only-my-unexistent-fiances @full-cowlings

Keigo Takami x Reader: Rapunzel AU

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His eyes scanned the room, keeping a lookout for the guards.

They had one shot at this and if they failed they would either be imprisoned for life or be put to death. There was too much at stake for failure.

Touya and Shigaraki were setting up the rope for his drop. The guards were stationed in a large circle around their prize. They would be expecting thieves to come through the doors or one of the many secret pathways, not an ariel attack.

The crown sat in the center of the room on a pedestal. Red cushion fluffed and kept free of dust all these years. You'd honestly think they'd give up. It's been almost 18 years for god's sake, chances of the lost princess returning are slim to none.

It doesn't matter, though, not when he's so close to a life of riches and ease. He just has to make sure he finds the perfect opportunity to drop his colleagues and take off with the headpiece.

Touya sends him a curt nod. It's time. Keigo fastens the rope to his harness and starts to shimmy down through the large, open ceiling.

'How daft can these people be? Making it this easy to steal their precious tiara...' He can't help but shake his head at how unassuming the people ruling his kingdom are.

Quick and silent as a mouse, Keigo is ground level and pocketing the crown. Just as he starts to climb back up, one of the guards sneezes and he can't help but let out a snide little "Bless you" before signaling the other two to pull him up.

"Thanks," the guard sneaks a look back to acknowledge him before realizing what happened.

They're packed up and running across the castle roofs before the alarm can properly start blaring through the streets. Making their way to the farthest wall they could, they slide down the rafters and make their way into the forest.

He can hear the yelling of the Kingsmen and the thundering steps of their steeds as they chase after them, desperate to get the tiara back.

Passing by a tree, he has to stop and do a double take. There's wanted posters with a caricature of their faces, though his in particular is quite insulting.

"Excuse me!? I do NOT look like that!" he squawks. He holds the Wanted poster next to his head as he desperately looks to his companions, hoping they disagree with it.

Touya and Shigaraki share a look before grabbing him by either arm and dragging him along.

"Fine! I'm coming!" He shoves the paper in his bag as he runs.

As they continue to run, dodging arrows and sword swipes, they reach a dead end,

"C'mon guys, boost me up and I'll pull you up after me." Keigo pants.

"Sure," Touya says. "Hand over the bag first."

I- What!? You guys don't trust me?" The two stare at him unimpressed. "Wow... I'm hurt, truly."

He slips the bag over his head and passes it to Shigaraki.

Touya and him link hands to boost Keigo up and over the edge. Once up, Keigo steadies himself and turns to reach down a hand.

Just before Touya can grab it, he pulls it back.

"What the hell, Takami? Help us up!"

"Nah," he grins. He turns to leave only to be stopped by Shigaraki yelling.

"You're really gonna leave the crown?"

"Oh, You see..." He holds up the leather satchel, "I'm not leaving it; good luck boys!"

With that, Keigo disappears into the thicket just as the others are cornered by the soldiers.

He rushes through the trees and bushes a bit longer before he's intercepted by an unmanned horse. He can faintly hear the faint yelling of the name "Bakugou" which he can only assume is the horse's name.

It advances on him like a rabid dog, chasing him through the forest until he finally manages to give it the slip by hiding behind the vines of a cave.

When he hears the horse pass, he lets out a sigh. He turns to venture deeper into the cave, only to find that it's not a true cave. The back lets out to a large clearing with a waterfall and a tower in the center.

Thankfully, he saved a couple of the arrows he avoided. Using them as climbing hooks, he scales the tower.

Finally falling through the, luckily, open window, Keigo slumps against the wall. He pulls the satchel back out and opens it to peak at his prize.

"Alone at last-"

Before he can revile in his success at escaping the swordsmen and outfoxing his fellow thieves, there's a sharp -thwack- and a stinging pain that rings through his skull as his vision goes black.

#keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #keigo takami fluff #keigo takami angst #hawks angst #hawks fluff #mha #bnha #au #tangled au #EnTangled

[ozrockbitway]

Taps on window glasses

Yes, hi herrooo! I was wondering if you had any Taizo/Touya thots you'd be so kind to share? ((Your fic with them was so cute!!! The cardfight boys deserve more love!!!))

the glass is being tapped!! what do!! uwaaaaaa I am here....to give you rare pair food...ueiladkjfladsjf thank u for reading the silly fic. sobs they both deserve more love!! (Taizo more since I dont see as much as him sobbssss)

anyway THOTS

me joking about Taizo being Tonya's sugar daddy. I will die on this hill!! (I won't). I like to think Taizo tries to treat Tohya but. man. he doesn't really like to accept things (unless their cards). He's a little stubborn but if you keep pushing eventually Tohya will cave.

Taizo would like to recruit Tohya as like...a personal doctor/nurse?? Considering Tohya was like top of the class/school prior to dropping out Im P SURE this man can clean a wound and pull some doctor words and its like 100% right.

CEO man would offer to pay for his schooling (so he has a back up from card fights) and would just say he pays him back by working for his company. Does Taizo ever keep track of him working off his debt tho? Probably not he'd let him go free if he wanted to.

I KEEP FORGETTING TOHYA TECHNICALLY DOES KINDA WORK FOR HIM??? he has that sticker underneath his hoodie so like. sponsor??

okay but for some gay shit...I like to think Tohya would be kinda slow at realizing he's into Taizo. Meanwhile Taizo realizes and always has a really hard time holding back doing anything gay. (tfw ur hands brush when picking up a card and you have to not blush)

CEO with his personal cheerleaders....I feel like his assistants?? team?? everyone sees he's into Tohya and roots for him hehehe

fellas is it gay to sleep under the same roof with the homeless man you card fight with? aka I think Taizo forces offers his home to Tohya bcuz he is rich and jfc Tohya plz take care of yourself...eat food!! self care!!

Tohya treating Taizo to the little things...Imagine him taking him to some lil mom n pop restaurant that serves his fav food (I forget what it is that he and yuyu eat in one ep and they're like yeah good food even if its. childish??). Taizo isn't that pompous ass rich type so Im sure he'd enjoy the ambiance and difference there!! smaller and more comfortable places.

tbh...I dont think their parents would approve RIP. Taizo is an heir to a company and his dad probably wants offspring and Tohya...I hc that he is disowned after dropping out of med school.

I thought about how Welstra calls Bastion 'Basty' (I forget the spelling whoops) and just think that Taizo would give Tohya a lot of lil nicknames...in private at least.

#princesslocket #asks #bitway.txt #cfv overdress #idk what their ship name even is....... #tohya ebata #taizo kiyokura #this ship is just shower thots bcuz they hit me whenever im in the shower

[gentrychild]

a casino au for the 5 headcanons!

1 - So of course, it has to be a heist AU where the casino belongs to All for One and the employees and security service are the LOV and other villains. All Might has his land stolen and one day, a green-haired-boy knocked at his door to offer him some payback. With a team full of people AFO messed with, he creates a plan.

2 - The Todorokis are a rich family spending their vacation in the casino. Shouto is working with Izuku as a way to distract everyone's attention and Touya is working for AFO as a way to make his father spent his money and gets a commission out of it.

3 - AFO is a control freak, which means it's really fun for everyone to drive him insane with tiny things.

4 - During the heist, Izuku opens the wrong vault but that's just a detail and he finds the right one and gets the money, don't worry.

5 - At the end, it's revealed that the reason why Izuku did all of that (apart from the fact he wanted to help Toshi, of course) was because Hisashi is really bad at paying child support.

#closed ask game #5 headcanons game

[lackyghost]

Bakugou Katsuki grumbles as he walks, his shitty, coffee soaked shirt in hand. His pale blonde hair is wild, speckled with more of the brown bean juice. His black tank top is basically sealed against his front, leaving the outline of the usually concealed inner binding layer obviously visible.

He’s following after a guy he would very reluctantly consider a friend. The guy is silent as he goes, his own left shoulder soaked in coffee, some splashes in the white portion of his bicolored hair, split straight down the middle, red on the clean side.

Todoroki Shouto looks back at Katsuki, his mismatched turquoise and gray eyes locking with Katsuki’s scarlet ones, which are burning with indignance.

“It’s just up this path,” Shouto says.

“Whatever,” Katsuki grouses, his voice deep and laced with a growl.

The blonde wishes he could say he’s surprised when Shouto turns up the path to a massive, traditional style home, but he’s not. He knows the guy’s father is some ultra-rich CEO.

Shouto slides open the front door a little harshly and it bangs open. Before Katsuki can even step up into the genkan, a deep voice yells out “SHOUTO!” the name is drawn out, exaggerated, and Shouto sighs in annoyance.

A moment later, a slightly older man rounds the corner, a shit-eating grin on his face. He’s got the same pale skin as Shouto, and he’s a little taller, with snow white hair and bright turquoise irises.

His skin is coated in tattoos, all black, pale blue, and plum purples, snaking up his toned, shirtless torso, over both shoulders, down his strong arms to the backs of his hands. It curls up over his throat as well, ending up along the lower portion of his jaw, leading up to his face full of piercings.

Shark bite rings in his lower lip, three studs in his earlobes and rings all up his helixes, three tiny studs in his left nostril, barbells in both of his eyebrows.

“How’d I do?” The guy asks, planting his hands on his hips. “I’ve been practicing.”

"You're impossible, Touya," Shouto says, moving to the side so that Katsuki can step in beside him.

As soon as Touya’s gaze lands on Katsuki, his eyes blow wide. He clenches his jaw in an effort to not let it drop as he soaks in the man’s stunning face, gorgeous even with those pink lips twisted in a scowl.

Katsuki, on the other hand, has no qualms checking the elder man out.

"You get into a fight with a Sharpie and a stapler?" The blonde questions, voice deep and gruff, and Touya is in love.

“Todoroki Touya,” the tattooed man says, not offering his hand, just a smirk that is borderline psychotic.

“Didn’t fucking ask, Patchwork,” Katsuki grouses.

Touya’s grin widens and he eyes the stained boys before him. “Did a coffee machine explode?”

“Some bastard ordered the wrong fucking thing and decided it was my fucking fault,” Katsuki snarls angrily as he kicks his shoes off.

“So, Shouto was being kind and offered to help you out, so sweet,” Touya coos.

“No, he is the one who made the fucking drink,” Katsuki says, glaring at the bicolored man.

“I also got wet,” Shouto says, gesturing to his sleeve.

“I will fucking kill you,” Katsuki growls.

Touya snickers. “You can try, but us Todorokis are hard to kill.”

“I’m determined,” Katsuki says flatly.

“Stop flirting,” Shouto says tiredly.

Katsuki’s eyes go wide and his upper cheeks flush pink. “I—I am not fucking flirting!”

“I am,” Touya says cheerfully. “Come on, Doll, I think my clothes would fit you better than my scrawny little brother’s.”

“Fuck off,” Shouto says, annoyed.

Katsuki, however, throws his soaked shirt in Shouto’s face and looks to Touya as he steps into a pair of guest slippers. “Well? Fucking hurry up.”

Touya smirks, pleased, and spins on his heel to lead the way to his bedroom. Katsuki flips Shouto off as he follows, the bicolored boy returns the gesture.

Katsuki eyes the Todoroki house as they go, taking in the traditional styles all throughout the place, rice paper in the sliding doors, tatami mats, and classical ink artwork of samurai.

Touya’s room is one of the larger, as he’s the eldest sibling and had claimed dibs on it a long time ago. While he does have his own little studio apartment closer to the city, he’s always maintained his room here for convenience.

“This looks about your size,” Touya says, tossing a shirt to Katsuki.

The blonde grunts and looks around. “Bathroom?”

Touya gives him a curious look, but points to a door attached to his room. Katsuki nods and heads in there, shutting the door behind himself.

He peels his tank top up and unclasps the binder portion, immediately taking in a deep breath as his lungs are able to fully expand. He peels the drenched fabric off, his small breasts coming free.

He avoids looking at them in the mirror; even small as they are, they’re breasts and he hates them.

There’s a sheen of coffee on his skin though, and he looks around for a washcloth, finding one in the little closet and quickly wetting it so he can wipe himself down.

“Oh, I found this!” Touya’s voice shouts moments before the door is shoved open.

Katsuki’s arms fly up to cross over his chest as indignance and shame flush his cheeks a vibrant red. “Do you know how to fucking knock!?”

“Oh, sorry,” Touya says, holding out the white fabric in his hands. “I know it’s not the same thing, but it’s a compression tank. Figured it might help.”

Katsuki’s whole body freezes and he blinks at the man, who just holds the item out, a small smile on his lips. The blonde slowly reaches out with one hand to take the tank top, feeling his chest tightening up in a new way.

“Thanks,” he says, voice rougher than usual.

“Lemme know if you want a hoodie or whatever on top of that,” Touya says, and then leaves the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself.

Katsuki pulls the tank on, it definitely isn’t that great as it’s a mild compression, but it’s miles better than nothing at all. He pulls the t-shirt on over top of it, snorting out a soft laugh when he looks in the mirror and sees the bold ‘FUCK OFF’ in English along the front.

“So edgy,” he muses, and then gathers up his tank top and the washcloth and steps out of the room.

Touya looks up from where he was lazily lounging on his bed and gives the blonde a lopsided grin. “Looks good on you, Doll.”

“Don’t fucking call me that,” the blonde says, nose scrunching up. “Name’s Bakugou Katsuki.”

“Sure thing, Doll,” Touya says cheerfully, sitting up and pocketing his phone while the blonde glowers at him.

“You’re an asshole,” Katsuki says dryly.

“Yes,” Touya agrees easily.

“You seriously need to learn personal space,” Katsuki adds.

“Probably,” Touya says, shrugging. “Does that binder need hand washing, or will it work on a gentle cycle?”

Katsuki furrows his brows. “Hand only. I’ll wash it at home.”

“We’ve got a tub in the laundry room,” Touya says, cocking a brow.

Katsuki grimaces slightly. “I don’t… not a lot of people know.”

“Oh,” Touya says, blinking.

“I don’t know how the fuck you know, but you need to keep your fucking mouth shut,” Katsuki says, scowling heavily. “I’m fucking serious, Patchwork.”

“I just noticed your binder,” Touya says, shrugging. “I’ve got a couple of trans friends. I guess I just notice that shit.”

Katsuki calms a little at that, but he still hates the simmering shame inside of him, knowing that someone found out the secret he’s tried hard to hide over the years.

“Just show me where the fucking laundry room is,” he grumbles.

“Sure thing, Doll,” Touya chirps.

“I told you not to call me that,” the blonde snaps.

“Whatever you say, Katsuki,” Touya says and the younger nearly trips over his own feet as his face flushes a bright red.

“Wh-what the fuck!?” He says, voice pitched up in embarrassment.

Touya just hums, amused, and continues leading the way to the laundry room. Katsuki growls under his breath, but follows after the man who is somehow an absolute asshole and weirdly considerate. He’s a walking, talking, smirking oxymoron.

The laundry room is fully tiled, the machines modern and sleek, with a large washing basin to one side, a washboard hung next to it, and a series of clothes lines beneath little dryer fans in the ceiling.

“What the fuck,” Katsuki mutters and Touya snorts.

“Right? Wish I had this shit in my apartment,” he says as he opens a cupboard above a long counter and pulls out a box of washing soap for sensitive skin. “Need any help?”

“Fuck off,” Katsuki says, swiping the box from him and crossing the room to go to the sink.

Touya gives a considering hum. “Okay.”

Katsuki ignores him as he turns the water on, making sure it’s cold, but not too cold, and then adding in a little of the washing powder.

He scrubs the top carefully between his hands, rolling it until the water is a faded brown color. He drains the basin and refills it, repeating the process a second time before rinsing it thoroughly and then draining the sink.

He turns to hang the binder up and nearly drops it when he sees Touya there, leaning against the counter by the washer and dryer.

“What the fuck?” He blurts out.

Touya just looks up from where he’d been scrolling through social media on his phone. “I made hot chocolate.”

He points to the two steaming mugs on the counter beside him and Katsuki’s eye twitches. He scowls as he moves to hang his tank top up, trying to clip it up so it looks like a normal tank top. He flips the switch on the wall for the fans and is surprised at how silent they are.

Touya shoves his phone in his pocket and grabs the mugs, moving over to Katsuki’s side and tapping his elbow against the blonde’s, gathering his attention.

““Wanna go sit down and watch a shit movie?” Touya asks, and then takes a sip of his cocoa, holding the other out to the blonde.

“Why would I want to watch a shitty movie?” Katsuki questions, bewildered, as he takes the offered mug.

“So that you can make fun of it, obviously,” Touya says.

Katsuki blinks slowly. “Okay.”

“Good choice, Katsuki,” Touya says, and the blonde blushes again, but bites his tongue against another retort as he follows the guy out to the living room.

Touya flops down on the couch and pats the space right next to him, so Katsuki sits on the opposite end, as far from the tattooed man as possible. Touya pouts, but grabs the remote and turns on some horrible movie about zombie beavers.

When the first horribly made puppet zombie beaver pops up on screen Katsuki snorts, and when it leaps at a person and bites into their throat, the blonde throws his head back and laughs.

Touya smirks, eyes crinkling as he soaks up the sound, using the blonde’s distraction to inch closer and closer to the shorter man.

Katsuki isn’t an idiot though, and he notices the tattooed man ebbing closer. His heart thuds with each scoot over, and he finds himself biting back grins at how satisfied the man looks, thinking he’s getting away with it.

When Touya is just close enough, Katsuki swats him upside the head. “You ain’t sly, Patches.”

Touya laughs and grins at the blonde. “So, you like me getting close, eh?”

“Sh-shut up, I didn’t fucking say that,” Katsuki says, scrunching his nose up.

Touya hums thoughtfully. “See, now, I think you’re the type of person who would’ve shoved me to the floor if you didn’t want me this close.”

The tattooed man drops all pretenses at being a shitty ninja and turns fully to face the blonde, leaning in closer, eyes lidding. “I think you find me as interesting as I find you.”

Katsuki swallows thickly. “So what if I do?”

“Date me,” Touya says.

Katsuki’s eyebrows raise. “Date you?”

“Yeah,” Touya says, nodding, a grin tugging his lips up. Katsuki pretends that he needs any amount of time at all to consider that. “Fine.”

#my hero academia #ao3 link #dabibaku #dbbk #bakudabi #dabi x bakugou katsuki #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #my hero fanfic #fluff #meet cute

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Endeavor character study :

Endeavor might not be a good person but I think it's very interesting what he brings to the story as a character.

You have a man who is obsessed with a dream, not very different from the men we see and know in real life. He's obsessed with being successful in his profession, to the point he carefully arranges his life around it.

He marriages a woman who can further his career by providing him with talented kids. In return, he helps her family regain their status. Rei and Enji's marriage is a story of details, of micro aggresions, of a business deal and flowers and later on, abuse so intense you end up losing yourself to it.

Enji gets a traditional home that reflects on his tradicional values, contrary to the American like identity of All Might.

He attended UA on his student years, the most prestigious hero academy around. He is not a rich boy of golden cradle, but he works for his money and for his reputation as a pro-hero.

The doctor tells him the risks of seeking a perfect child the way he is doing, by purposely mixing his fire quirk with Rei's ice quirk. He ignores it 'cause at this point in time, he's not worried about loving and caring for the health of the wife he practically bought, nor is he worried about the health of his future children. He has only one goal in mind and that is to become the best, better than All Might.

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From down there, it goes predictably.

He teaches his obsession to his first born, who happens to get all the consequences that the doctor told Enji about. That obsession leads the kid to killing himself by accident, but Enji was too busy with his hero job to do something serious about it or even take the time to understand it.

His second and third children are pushed aside because they have only the ice quirk, instead of both. They are practically isolated. They lost their older sibling and now been separated from his younger sibling and his dad won't even pay them attention. They are, in other words, failures to him

And his youngest is everything Enji wanted and was looking for. Still, Enji is so lost on his mind and big goal that he starts abusing Rei to the point she burns her son by accident, because she thought he was Enji. The kid was isolated from his mom then and there too, staying with his very abusive and insane dad, training since he was a toddler to be perfect. What Enji truly got was his wish, but Shoto hated him. The kid could be the number one hero, but Enji had destroyed him and his family in the process.

Enji ends up alone, with no relationship to any member of his family.

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Through the manga, we know him as a bad man, someone who is pushing Shoto to a braking point. Later we get to know him as the second pro-hero on Japan's ranking, the first after All Might retires. It doesn't make Enji happy at all, surpassing him because All Might couldn't fight anymore.

With the responsibility of the first spot, we see him growing as a person. He acknowledges some of his mistakes, he gets to work with Shouto and his friends, he gets the addition of Hawks and he becomes more human as a character. He's no longer one-dimensional with his hero obsession, now he has kids (barely) and partners in the hero profession. He gets fans, he corrects some of his way, we all know the drill.

That, of course, until Touya returns right when he was repenting a little.

With his biggest mistake back, Enji is paralyzed. He had faced the consequences of the decisions he took that lead to Touya's death, but he did it in a time he mourned probably, but didn't —couldn't understand what he had done. He was blind.

Facing Touya, he's forced to realize death was not the worst case scenario. His son is alive and he's the villain that almost got one of his interns dead. He's part of the most evil villain group and he is, more than anything, his son. The flames, the rage, the obsession. Enji doesn't comprehends yet, but after the War, he cries (finally) and remembers all that happened. It's a minuscule starting point.

He moves on to try and make things better by helping Izuku, but he lies to Shoto again and he once more puts his hero job first. Now, he's kinda a sorry ass of a man, defeated, lonely, he has lost.

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And Dabi, like always, arrives perfectly on time to confront his father.

This is what leads to Endeavor's fight with AFO and the current situation, where Enji has admitted he is guilty and needs to make himself responsible for all his actions and life choices. No other than AFO himself let's him know of how much he had fucked up Touya, who is fighting Shouto as they speak. Endeavor then dreams of a future of kids who had become pro-heroes unlike him, of a new generation with better choices. He let's go of his dream and decides to finally start protecting the dreams of others, including his son. He risks his life for it, to the point he's half gone already.

It's not a starting point, not even the middle, more like a realization point of how viscerally wrong he was and how the world is worst because of him. He even kills his younger self in a symbolic panel, acknowledging he was pathetic and abusive.

They are both in such bad shape the story doesn't guarantee they can survive their fight/talk. Shoto is there too, but at this point it is between Touya and Enji. Touya is Enji's consequence and no one else can answer for it.

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If Horikoshi goes down the being kept alive road, we could get the resolution of the Touya-Enji plot and maybe both of them alive, healing and going separate ways to deal with their past crimes and body conditions.

If Horikoshi goes down the death road, they could both die maybe together as cause and effect, or maybe apart but after finding closure. Who knows

Maybe only one of them will be allowed a second chance, maybe the other will sacrifice himself to allow it, maybe Hawks will be the one ending like a sacrifice lamb for the sake of the Todorokis.

Either way, it's been a journey for Enji.

#Shan's bnha meta #Shan's mha meta #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #Bnha meta #Mha meta #mha spoilers #bnha spoilers #Endeavor #Bnha endeavor #mha endeavor #Enji todoroki #Todofam #Character study #Shan's character study #Endeavor character study #Long post

[dumbnotstupidfuck]

head full of thoughts of rich city boy touya and reclusive surfer keigo

#touya taking a trip to the beach with his besties and seeing a lone pretty blond paddling out #im abt to let this prompt spin around in my head like a microwave until further notice #bnha #dabihawks #toukei

[lesinquietes]

More of The Boy AU (Sonder) ☺️ I hope to have it out sometime this week!

This is an excerpt of reader meeting with Rei and Enji for an interview.

Sonder Teaser I

Tw; a bit of misogyny / Yandere!Dabi x AFAB!Reader

Published here.

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“While you’re here, you’ll need to follow a strict set of rules.” Enji’s rich turquoise orbs ensnare you for the umpteenth time. “Are you capable of obeying, Miss (l/n)?”

“I am.”

You decide that Enji is using a peculiar vocabulary. He’s incredibly well-spoken, but it’s like he doesn’t know when to use the correct words in a sentence. You hope he understands that you’re able to obey his house rules — nothing more.

“Then your temperament is calm.”

You wouldn’t describe yourself that way. Inside, you’re ten tidal waves accumulating to drown a small planet. Your head is a tornado, intent on tearing through a series of countries. Your body is a world war.

“Yes.”

“Excellent.”

The retired officer glances down at his notes. He flips through to the page before it and reads for a bit. You watch him carefully, as does Rei.

“Do you have any questions for us?”

You have an infinite number. This was the most outlandish interview you’ve ever attended. If you didn’t need the opportunity, you would have removed yourself when they started asking about your birthing history.

“What would my daily duties be?”

You find one inquiry that takes precedence over the others, though. They were elusive about childcare before. They can’t be, now.

“You would cook, clean, and tend to the gardens.” Rei informs you. “Your primary concern is to follow the rules and keep Touya happy.”

#sonderwips #Yandere dabi x reader #female reader #I’m so FUCKING PUMPED— #it’s been so fun to write #it’s multi chapter too #something to work on besides robw and thief 🥺

[airanke]

Thinking about the Twins fighting over Abiteth, and it putting a strain on their relationship. Thinking about Abiteth slowly beginning to notice that Dabi and Touya are being purposefully mean to each other when she's not around (until they can't help but make jabs at one another when she IS around).

Touya keeps going after Dabi's insecurities around his scars and the fact that MOST people find him more undesirable than his twin, and Dabi fires back that people don't really LIKE Touya, they just like that he's rich.

And people notice, Y'KNOW, that they're bot vying for Abiteth's attention.

Thinking about Abiteth finally doing something about it because she can't stand to be the reason the brothers fall apart, and she can't choose between them.

So she just admits it, admits she likes both of them, admits she can't choose, admits that they're both her type. Dabi's the resident bad boy with the motorcycle who works hard to prove his worth and has a penchant for solving his problems with sharp punches and sharper words. Touya's the sporty academic with the mean swing who loves his overpriced, pretty cars and has that suave, smooth-talking charm.

And yeah, she won't choose, because if she chooses Dabi she ruins his relationship with Touya, and if she chooses Touya she ruins his relationship with Dabi, and she is NOT!!!! Going to be the reason the brothers fall apart.

Only to have Evette overhear this conversation a little and tell Abiteth to date them both - naturally the twins share their distaste with this idea and Evette snaps that Abiteth has two hands!!! And they won't know if it won't work out until they actually try it (or, in Evette's words, "why don't you just become a throuple?????").

Touya and Dabi naturally look at Abiteth in hopes she will also disagree with this sentiment only to see her staring at the ground with wide eyes that scream "why didn't I think of that?"

Anyway long story short they become a throuple 😂😂😂 Devlin will come and try to weasel his way into it because if Abiteth is willing to let herself get shared by the twins then SURELY she wouldn't mind having another guy share her.

She's having none of that in this AU. Neither are the twins. The only person they're willing to share her with is each other, and the only people she's willing to share herself with is the twins. THEY ARE ALL SO POSSESSIVE!!!!!

#Dabiteth AUs #usually I talk to ppl about these ideas but it's easier for me to yell them into the void now LMAO

[nanajokitty]

As a person who doesn't actually ship any characters, writing for DabiHawks Week 2024 has been very fun. It started as a way to get rid of writer's block and has been very helpful. Hopefully I will actually be able to write genuine romance ^^'

I'm trying to include as many prompts as possible while keeping it PG13-ish (including the NSFW and Dead Dove prompts, with some more as offhand references and others key plot points), and also each one will be a crossover. Just to make it more fun.

Day 1 (sci-fi) will be a Star Trek crossover, specifically in The Next Generation era. Section 31 spy Hawks and mixed species terrorist Dabi. (Done)

Day 2 (mythology) will be an Avatar the Last Airbender myth told by a canon character, with non-bender Touya and airbender Hawks (with brief avatar!shouto and friends cameos). (Editing stages)

Day 3 (arranged marriage) will be Ouran High School Host Club. Keigo is a scholarship student and popular host, and Touya is the disinherited rich boy. Speedrunning enemies to loves (well, enemies to queerplatonic partners) (Drafting stage)

Day 4 (post-war/wound care) will be Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, with bird chimera!Hawks and homunculus!Dabi (Editing almost complete)

Day 5 (forbidden love) will be Soul Eater. Weapon!Hawks, Meister!Miruko and witch!Dabi (Outline stages)

Day 6 ('Til death do us part) is Dungeon Meshi, with hopeless romantic and terrible cook Hawks and overly obsessive monster cooker Dabi (outline stages. I also need to watch all of the show)

Day 7 (Songfic) is Buffy the Vampire Slayer, with siren!Hawks and Slayer!Dabi (with potential!Shouto and monster!LoV cameos). Everyone will be genderswapped, because I couldn't NOT do it that way (outline stages)

#I'm so aro it's comical #dabihawks #DabiHawksWeek24 #dabihawks week #crossover #hotwings #dabi x hawks

[pleathewrites]

bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

chapter 3 excerpt — giran takes in a stray in the form of teen dabi read full story here

They bring in a woman covered in silks, embroidered at the hem and patterned throughout the length. Her top reaches her knees, slit and loose around the hips. A matching scarf layers around her head in waves and billows over her shoulder with each step she takes, and the deep scent of oud trails behind her. 

Her eyes are dark, but they’re kind.

“Salaam, Dabi-san,” The woman's voice is soft as sleep, “My name is Seiko, and I’m here to help with the investigation. My quirk makes people tell the truth, so they cannot lie to me.”

Touya grimaces, “Ever?” 

“Ever.” 

“Wow. That’s fuckin’ awful.” 

Seiko has a warm laugh, “Why do you say that?” 

Touya shrugs, “The truth usually sucks,” and that is not what Touya had meant to say, “Can you turn it off?” 

Seiko seems to ponder for a moment, “I can... lessen the effect of my tone,” She sits down across from him and takes out a leather binder from her tote, “But even then, people can only evade my questions.” 

“Better than nothing.” 

Seiko opens her binder, and her eyes scan over whatever page she has opened.

‘Most likely questions they’d told her to ask.’ — Touya notices she has an earpiece.

The woman smiles at him once more, “Shall we start?”

Touya nods.

Seiko’s eyes glow a bright green, and Touya thinks, ‘Here we fuckin’ go.’

“How did you get involved with the League of Villains?”

Her quirk is seriously no joke. Touya tries to tell a lie — really, just for the sake of it — but the minute he opens his mouth, it feels like his vocal cords physically shut, barring any deceitful sound from crossing. 

When he tries to speak again, this time with the actual truth, it’s like that barrier was never there and Touya has this odd feeling of calm wash over him, “Giran introduced me.”

Seiko nods. 

“How did you meet Giran? We understand he’s one of the main recruiters for the League.”

Touya scoffs, “He ain’t a ‘recruiter’. He doesn’t go up to strays ‘n tell them to join this crew and that. He’s... A guy who gives broken kids a home. Give people like us options.”

Seiko holds a finger to her earpiece for a moment before addressing Touya again, “What do you mean by that? ‘Options’?”

Touya doesn’t even try to lie, “This society likes to pretend it’s civilized and progressive, but people like us, like Giran... We understand what it’s like out there, alrigh’ — it's kill or be killed. Without ‘im, I’m pretty sure I would’ve stayed in the red light district as their Freak-Show-Special, and Toga would have definitely been trafficked — maybe in prison after stabbin’ the guy that’d try.”

Touya smirks at that — takes a little bit of comfort in Toga’s bloody unhinged-ness.

“Nah, he… Giran’s closer to a hero than any of you could ever wish for,” and Touya cracks a smile, “He’s just ugly ‘n underpaid!”

The woman writes down whatever notes she needs to before looking back up at Touya with a ticked and thick eyebrow, her small smile conveying, ‘continue.’

He thinks back to a time when he was sixteen and absolutely terrified. 

“I met him at one of the bars I was workin’ at in the red light. I wasn’t a working boy, yet, but the ladies were training me ‘n I mostly stayed in the kitchen — doin’ grunt work, whatever, shit like that. Was takin’ out the trash when I saw him, Giran, hangin’ ‘round the corner. He had a nice watch ‘n I thought he was one of ‘em rich fucks that’d come in and think they own the place — own the people, and…”

Touya suppresses a shudder at the memories of that time. 

“Yeah, anyways, long-story-short, I tried to pick his pocket. Obviously, I was no good at that kinda shit back then ‘n he caught me. Thought he was gonna beat my ass, but he actually just,” Touya laughs under his breath, “He bought me a burger.”

[ Touya’s stomach feels like it’s been swelled up to his chest, he’s so full. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s had a meal — a proper hot one, not just a bowl of rice and canned fish. He doesn’t fault the ladies, they get the same meal, have the same weighted bags under their eyes, same sunken cheeks and jutted jaws, the same protruding collarbones and exposed ribs — ‘It’s attractive, young’un. All the rave, these days. You’ll learn.’

Touya doesn’t want to learn. He isn't keen on being taught all the ways his suffering will attract hungry hands like vultures to a carcass.

“I can offer ya a place to stay,” the man called ‘Giran’ says. 

He’s missing a tooth, a pretty important one, front row and everything. The ladies would have a field day about it, but then again, Touya doesn’t really think this guy is someone hoping to make a quick buck as a Fancy Boy. Touya wonders if, maybe, a lifetime ago, when this man was Touya’s age, he might have then considered it — selling his body for safety and sustenance. The man has sleazy eyes but his forehead is also fucking massive, but then again, if the ladies are so convinced they’ll have customers interested in Touya’s scarred and mottled skin, there’s probably some kind of market for the kind of ugly Giran is and it’s probably more booming than the one for Touya. 

It takes Touya a few seconds to realize the man is still talking.

“ — Might be a lil’ cramped with the other strays, but you gotta promise to keep it t’yerself.” 

The man is talking about a home, a home to offer Touya. But that doesn’t seem right because, “You’re a villain.” 

“Oh? Is that what they call people like me these days?”

Touya physically feels the weight of his eyebrows when he scrunches them together. There’s not much scarring on his forehead, but moving his face too much still hurts like a mother, “People like you?”

“The same category they’re gonna chuck you in the minute they take one look at ya. Geeze, what the hell happened to ya, kid?”

‘This guy’s a dick.’

“Ah, so you don’t even have a good cover story set up. What about in that bag, whaddya got?” Giran nods to Touya’s backpack, some blue ratty thing the nurse pushed into Touya’s arms, — probably from the hospital’s Lost-and-Found — before she had unlocked the back door and walked him to a cab, “Some kinda first aid, disinfectant, I’d hope. You're covered in open wounds. If ya don’t die of starvation, you’ll definitely succumb t’infection, sepsis. Ya know about sepsis?”

Touya bristles, “I’m not fucking stupid, yeah, I know about sepsis,” He doesn’t — ‘literally, what the hell is that?’ — but like hell, he’s gonna let some stranger patronize him. His father already did that enough. 

“So? Medical supplies, show me what ya got. I can help ya build a routine with what you’ve got, can probably even add t’yer lil’ collection, too.”

“Fuck off, old man! Just because you got me some food doesn’t mean I have to show you anything! And even if I don’t have it, I’ll find a way to get it!” 

Seriously, who the fuck is this guy?

Giran sighs and rolls his neck. For a second, Touya thinks the man will stand up and walk away, praying for it even, but only for a split second before taking it back because this is probably the most human interaction he’s had in a month — taking instruction from the ladies doesn’t really count. 

“Listen, kid, with that cheap hair dye ‘n a body that’s closer t’death, you’re not gonna get very far. They may call me a villain, but I’m not half as bad as the monsters that go bump in the night.”

Touya’s parents warned him to never accept offers from a stranger — ‘stranger danger! stranger danger!’ Fuyumi would always scream — but ever since that night, there’s only one evil Touya can focus on running away from, and he can’t do that by being a Fancy Boy. This province is too close to home, and he’s seen what the work does to the ladies. How it wears them down, how each and every customer views these women — these women who have tended to Touya’s injuries with nothing but gentle hands and soft lullabies — treats them like domesticated pets, something to be owned and groomed, kept in the comfort of one place only. 

It’s been days since he’s slept properly. He has his fire, he can protect himself if need be. At least, he hopes so. He hopes to the Gods this guy isn’t a monster.

“How do I know I can trust you?”

He feels like an idiot, ‘Who asks that kind of question? Anyone can utter some bullshit response.’

Giran shrugs and leans back into the velvet red cushion of the booth they sit at, “That’s somethin’ you’re gonna have ta figure out how t’do now that you’re in this kinda life, kid. Trust’s a bitch, if you get it wrong, could cost ya yer life.” 

“Oh, that’s super reassuring,” Touya scoffs, “You’re a real Good Samaritan.”

‘Gods. This guy is such a dick.’ 

Giran looks at him, and the man’s dark gaze is different now. His eyebrows don’t have that sly upward curve anymore — instead, they sit straight as a line, heavy over tired eyelids, “Have you ever trusted someone before?” 

The answer is automatic, “Yeah.”

“Were you right about them?” 

He thinks about his father and his mind screams, ‘NO!’  

He thinks about his mother, and how even though he loves her and he understands her suffering, the only answer he can come up with is —

“ — No.” 

Giran leans forward, rests both elbows on the table, and ducks down to level his eyes with Touya's, “Take a real good look ‘n take your time. Focus where my eyes are — are they flickerin’? Leerin’ towards places they shouldn’t be?” 

The weight of the man’s gaze is a bit overwhelming, but it never falters. Touya doesn’t even realize that he’d shaken his head slightly in response until Giran speaks again, “What about my hands?” 

Giran lifts and wiggles his fingers for a moment before placing them flat on the wooden table again, “Am I fidgety, trynna touch you before we’ve established any kinda boundaries? The tone of my voice — does it waver? Are any of the questions I’m asking completely irrelevant to our conversation?”

Touya takes a long moment and tries to recall every single second of their conversation up until now and he realizes that, “I — No, no. None of that, you’re... steady,” He gulps, “What if you’re just good at lying?” Touya hates how desperate he sounds. 

His father was so good at lying. 

Giran smiles sideways, “Everybody’s got a tell, kid.” 

Touya raises a brow, “What’s yours?” 

Giran barks a short laugh, “A liar is only gonna lie. If I told you, would you even know if it’s true?”

Touya’s always liked a challenge. He’s a Todoroki, after all. 

“Try me.” 

Giran considers for a moment, “I talk too much when I lie. Words just come spewin’ right outta me. Can’t help it, mama said I talked the midwife through my own birth, came upside down, I did. Feet first n’ everything,” Giran sniffs, particularly loudly, and his eyes flicker to the table quickly but he covers it up with a lighthearted shrug, leaning back against the booth in an act of nonchalance. 

Touya smiles.

“You’re lying.” 

It’s not cold in this diner, Giran showed no signs of sniffling before — he didn’t even rub his nose or sneeze afterward. Moreover, the old man never showed any aversion to eye contact this whole night until now. 

Giran grins right back and smacks the table in triumph, “Ha! Yer sharp, kid, that’s good, that’s real good. What’s the name you’re goin’ by?”

Touya notices the odd wording of Giran’s question; not ‘what’s your name,’ but instead asking, ‘what are you going to call yourself in this new life?'

Touya’s actually given this a lot of thought, “Dabi.” 

Giran fumbles with his pocket before handing him something thin and rectangular.

“Alright, Dabi, I don’t know what or if you even got a quirk, but this switchblade is the only thing I got on me at the moment. Am I lyin’?” 

“... I don’t think so.” 

“Good. Take it, mind your fingers, keep your hand on the closed side,” Giran points to what he calls ‘the closed side’, and Touya grips the silver piece gently, “Yeah, like that. See this slit? That’s where the blade’s gonna come out from when you push that button. Wait, back up a little.” 

Touya moves his hand so that the blade is clear of any fleshy appendages. He quicks a glance around the diner, but it’s so dead in here that the waitresses haven’t left the kitchen ever since bringing Touya his burger over an hour ago. 

“Alright, like I said, mind your fingers, thumb on the button, okay… Now press down,” Touya follows Giran’s instruction, and quicker than his father’s flame, a sharp blade reveals itself and points straight, “Aha! Nice, nice, ya learn fast, kid. Now you can grip it fully, blade won’t move until you pull down on that lever — that’s the lock — yeah, that, push it back inside. Got it?”

“Yeah — yeah.” 

Once the blade is safely tucked inside, Touya tries to give it back to Giran.

“Nah, keep it. Obviously, it’s good to trust your gut, but sometimes we’re wrong, right? Can’t read minds — unless that’s your quirk. But nah, if it’s not, body language is the closest thing you got, but real filthy people know how to work around that. You finished with that?” Giran points to his mostly empty dish, a few fries gone cold. 

“Yeah, I… I’m done,” Touya honestly has a bit of whiplash. Out of all the scenarios he’d conjured up when he made a swipe for the old man’s watch, this entire encounter was never something he’d foresee. 

It’s been a while since he’s felt… cared for, in a sense. Like maybe someone actually gave a shit if he were safe, instead of powerful. 

“You want somethin’ else before we head out?” Giran asks, arm halfway up to call a waitress. 

“Nah, I’m good.” 

Giran drops his hand, eyes wide, “You sure? I got stuff back at the house to make sandwiches in the fridge, but that’s about it. Grocery day is Wednesday, ‘cause of the specials, y’know.”

Touya would smile if he had the energy, but his pain medication is starting to wear off and all he can think about right now is how his seams are starting to itch, “Thanks, but I’m alright, honestly.”

Giran throws some crumpled bills on the table — definitely more than what Touya’s meal was worth — and nods to the exit door, “Let’s get a move on, then.” ]

Seiko smiles, “I see. Thank you for sharing, Dabi-san. These next questions might be a bit harder, but we need as much information as possible. If you need a break, please inform me.”

They asked everything Touya had prepared for them to ask, and still, it was one of the hardest things he’d faced in a long, long, time — calming truth quirk and all. 

“Who is Todoroki Enji, to you?”

“Can you please tell us about the abuse Todoroki Enji inflicted on you?”

“Can you please tell us about the abuse you’ve witnessed Todoroki Enji inflicting on the other individuals you’ve listed on your report — Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Natsou, Todoroki Shouto, and your mother, Todoroki Rei?”

And finally, “Can you please tell me about the attempted murder incident you have reported, stating Todoroki Enji as the perpetrator and yourself as the victim.”

He needed three breaks, telling that one. 

Eraserhead couldn’t look Touya in the eye when he brought in coffee for him and Seiko. All Might looked red around the eyes. Fuyumi… Touya only really caught a glance of her when Eraserhead opened the door to go back outside, but he doesn’t think he’d ever seen her look so guilty. Even when she planted lilies in the garden where Touya’s favorite stray cat used to roam around. 

He doesn’t want her to feel guilty, though, because just like what happened with the cat, what happened to Touya — she didn’t know.

Seiko cleared her throat before reading off the paper Eraserhead had scribbled on before he’d left, “Which heroes, besides Endeavor, do you also believe to be ‘dirty’ — criminal or immoral — and what kind of incriminating evidence can you provide?”

Touya laughs through his nose, a bull’s breath without the anger, and he tilts his head, “After I left, I still kept in contact with the ladies. They keep records of everythin’ — have to protect themselves from getting shut down or locked up. And you would be surprised how many heroes visit the red light district. And not for rescue missions.”

“Please, write them down — only the ones you have evidence against.”

Touya does so, and Eraserhead comes in to inspect the list, “… This list has over thirty names, all within the top fifty.”

“They’re fucked up lil’ freaks, too. And that’s just what I personally know.”

Eraserhead rubs at the bridge of his pointed nose and mutters something to Seiko. 

“Is this all the criminal activity you have evidence of regarding the heroes?” 

Touya scoffs, “How much time you got?” And just for flare, he uses his fingers to tick each item off.

Index, “I’ve got money launderers, they’re my favorite because it’s all just so original.”

Middle, “Sexual assault reports, you would ‘n wouldn’t be surprised with that one.”

Ringer finger, “Domestic abuse because, well, that’s my specialty, ain’t it.” 

He snorts and lifts his pinky, “Unethical funding for groups like the Anti-Mutant Association, conversion therapy, etcetera etcetera yadda yadda. Then I’ve got the Commission’s not-so-top-secret Assassination ‘n Honey-Pot unit — they really need better firewalls, for fuck’s sake, I mean, and — oh! Finally, Eraserhead yer gonna love this one…" 

Touya looks directly at Eraserhead to make sure the underground hero is paying attention before wiggling his thumb, all five fingers of his scarred hand spread wide, "I know who the U.A. informant for the League is.”

Eraserhead's eyes bug out of his head before he remembers himself. He clears his throat and sits down next to Seiko, “Well, go on.”

This is his chance. Seiko hasn’t asked him anything, so he figures he might as well try bending the truth slightly. 

Touya puts on his best smile, the one he knows looks like a cadaverous shit-inhaler, “I need one private phone call.”

Eraserhead’s eyes harden, “What.”

Touya puts his hands up, “Hey man, I didn’t know if you would make the deal. Had to keep some insurance, y’know. Your boys frisked me ‘n everything. Pretty sure that old one with the patchy beard copped more than just my lighter, if you know what I mean,” He winks at Seiko. 

The woman rolled her eyes but her fond smile softened the blow. 

“What does this have to do with a phone call?”

“I put all this evidence on a USB — remember, I told you I got guys ready to leak this shit? Well, I gotta call ‘em to, y’know, not. And then they’ll send it here.”

Eraserhead’s fingers flex on the table as if he wants to hit something — hit Touya, most likely. 

“If you tell us the location of the USB, we can retrieve it.”

“Uh, no. We signed the deal, yeah, but I don’t have a lawyer to know whether you screwed me over.” 

“Why private?”

“For their protection,” Touya says, mostly honest, “C’mon, think of it as a trust exercise. Worst comes to worst, you still got me locked ‘n loaded,” He waves his wrist around, the one with the deadly metal band. 

Seriously, though, that vein in Eraserhead’s forehead is going to burst into an aneurysm one day. 

“Seiko-san, please ask Dabi whether he’s being truthful.” 

Seiko looks at Touya, and he’s not sure what the woman sees but when she asks, “Dabi-san, do you have the intention to retrieve the USB containing evidence via making a phone call, and to deliver this USB to Eraserhead?” he could have kissed her. 

Because she didn’t ask who Touya was going to call, what else he needed to tell Giran, and he just knew the woman decreased the intensity of her voice, felt it in the freedom of his tongue. 

So he means it, says it so proudly, chest puffed and shitty stretched grin, when he answers, “Yes.”

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[marsconer]

fire at the of the lane, touya todoroki

one: a tale of two families

“Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.”― Edna St. Vincent Millay

It’s a long street of rich houses, ones traditionally built, others with a modern flair, that one’s dull, the other is colorful, this family has a dog, the other a cat. It was by any means a perfectly usual neighborhood.

Take three left turns after the dog’s house and follow the black cat into the last garden, there will be two houses alike only in their function.

With the Sekoto Peaks on the horizon stands the Todoroki Abode. All stones and tradition, with tatami mattresses around the living room and a well loved garden, the only part of the house that looks loved.

The Lopez household is drenched in their particular history. Arnaldo Lopez was the first hero to arise in Latin America and now his blood lives in a bricked house across the ocean.

It was perfectly strange the way those two households reflected each other, one’s existence making the other more into itself. The Todorokis seemed ever more ancient next to the colorfulness of the Lopez’s. The list of things those two distinct families had in common contained merely two items. The presence of children, two close in age, and the sharing of the windy mountains of Sekoto Peaks where those children played.

Cordelia Lopez was eight when she first got acquainted with those strange children; she would share swigs and tree houses the following years. The moving truck was still on the door, mother told her not to drift too far. But the inviting summer breeze at arrived Musutafu and the sun was too kind in the kissing of her shoulders to resist.

She walked barefoot across the greenest leaves Cordelia had ever seen up that alive and wonderful hill. Songs dancing on the tip of her tongue as branches swayed with melody.

Crack.

Cordelia looked back, the breakage of a branch stopped her music. She could see the white and red dots hiding amidst the thick roots of a tree, it brimmed her with the feeling she was being watched.

"Do you think she saw us?", asked the white dot as soon as she turned her back on them,

"Shut up, Natsuo", the red dot elbowed the white one with a familial like tone.

"She did", the girl's eyes sharpened with irritation.

As they crawled from a hiding place it became clear they were no dots. They were boys, brothers, she could tell by the turn of their sheepishly smiles and slightly doed eyes.

"You moved into the orange house right? My brother and I saw the truck from our window", the white-haired one blurbed out way too quickly for red's liking.

"You can't just tell her that!", raged Red, with what seemed to be flustered cheeks as if his mother had caught fitsfull in a cookie jar.

"That's how you make friends, Touya.", White glanced at Cordelia, remembering she was there. "Hi, I'm Todoroki Natsuo and we are going to be neighbors, do you want to play?"

"My name is Cordelia Lopez and I do", the girl smiled and glanced at the other boy, the older with a temper, "Who are you?"

"I'm Touya", and he was nine and quick to run when they played tag and delighted in showing off by setting daisies on fire. His limbs were light and his laughter, not frequent. Todoroki Touya was a strange boy but Cordelia found herself orbiting around him for a day and thinking she could do it for another.

Natsuo was six and precocious, it was him who weaved the most inventive games for the trio and stopped by the river to write his name in frost. And proceeded to fall into the water and scraped his knee and cried when Cordelia sang his skin into healing itself.

Ants and other small creatures had bitten her toes and the sun was already down when she walked a mile down the woods to her backyard. Her mother's frown as a doorknob, Cordelia walked by the kitchen dragging mud and flowers like a bear. She was scolded all the way to the shower.

“I made friends, dad!”, she cheered over dinner, her tiredness from sunshine and playtime slurring her words but leaving a satisfied grin on her face.

“I told you she was fine, Mariana, she was just getting to know the neighborhood.”, Father leaned on the wall, just next to the cardbox that said “KITCHEN”.

“I don't want our daughter roaming around”, Mother complained, if she had way Cordelia feared she would never leave her room.

“She’s a child, let her be a child”, he answered, turning back to his daughter, “You’re seeing those friends tomorrow too?”

“If I can find them, they said their house was on the other side of the river but not where. But we have the woods, and we can hunt faeries”, Cordelia yawned at the end of the phrase.

“You’re not hurting no faeries until you’re done with your food, young lady”, Mariana Lopez warned her little girl.

Cordelia Loped played with them the whole weekend. It was the first time she was friends with boys and Touya or Natsuo hadn’t laughed at her butterfly clips on her hair or the way she wear princess dresses to play heroes and villains, even if she ended up getting mud stains in them.

Touya loved playing heroes and villains, she wondered if that’s why he was covered in bruises. If the brothers ran after one another even at home and ended up falling over things.

He also wanted to be a real hero, the red haired boy was always talking about it. How his father was already one and how hard he was training. It was all Touya could talk about sometimes and it took her smashing a fairy tale book over his to bring him back.

And his blue eyes turned to ground, ashamed and shy, with a whispered “Sorry”, and rolling shoulders.

And she would try to smile and say, “It’s okay, I know how carried away you can get.” It was half obsessive.

Cordelia did know that, she had memorized Todoroki Touya in weeks. How his eyes squinted at a mention of anything that displeased him, the form her name rolled out of his tongue—too foreign yet like he was born to say it over and over. How his shoulders were always tense, maybe too tense for his age. Maybe he was too old for his body.

And she could feel him memorizing her back. His quick eyes watching her every move, his diligent ears catching every melody she sang to the nothingness. He knew how much she liked her stories and laid on her side to listen. Asked her about what happened next, did Peter Pan grew up? Clara defeated the Rat King and saved the Nutcracker? I know I could have beaten him in a fight.

They were in the same class at school. Treasured were the moments they would walk to class hand in hand and alone.

Touya’s hand was warm and it wasn’t soft. One afternoon as they were walking down the picturesque lane, tiny palm on tiny palm,

“Your hands are rough”, Cordelia tried not to sound mean, it was the start of a question she just had to ask. It was simply part of the urge of needing to read him like a book.

“It’s from training”, he said like he didn’t want to talk about it anymore, “Yours are sweaty”

“It’s from running”, she explained, “Your legs are too long and it’s hard to keep up when we walk”

Touya took smaller steps, watching her closely. Blue backpack and light auburn hair, neon pink socks and doodles of hearts on her hand. He could have stared at her forever.

“That’s better?”, he asked and nodded.

“Yeah, much.”

His father waited at the door with crossed warms and smoke coming out of his ears. Endeavor was a mighty tower of a man with gigantic- inescapable-flammable-walls for shoulders and his tense face seemed incapable of smiling. So unlike her own father it made her legs falter.

“You are late.”, the man sent his son the sternest glance she had ever seen and looked right past her.

“I know”, Touya looked at his red shoes, toes touching, the machinations in his brain churning for something to say.

“It’s my fault sir.”, Cordelia jumped at her own feat of courage, “I asked him to wait for me so we could walk together.”

The hero finally paid her some mind, a figment really. Only enough to decide his son should have no business walking around with a girl like that.

“Get inside, Touya”, and unbreakable, unbendable, bashful Touya flashed her the smallest of smiles before crossing the gates, head down and quiet as a ghost.

Endeavor shut the door in her face, that night Cordelia could hear his distant yelling from across the mountains like the gods themselves were warning her about something she was yet to know.

That was also the first night Todoroki Touya knocked on her window. Covered in a mixture of burns and bruising and the reddest eyes she had ever seen.

“Can i come in?”, Touya’s small hands gripping on the ivy, the small balcony supporting his weight. His voice, soft and faulty.

Cordelia figured opening the window would be enough. “You have been crying.”, it wasn’t a question

“Shut up”, he walked to her bed dragging his feet. “It’s very…pink”, he half smiled.

Her bedroom was nice, almost like he had imagined—not that he spent much that time imagining it. Cozy. Doll collections, which he thought were a little creepy, filled the shelves alongside books. Warmly lit, neon stars glowing on the ceiling like the ones in movies Fuyumi loved to watch.

“Shut up.” Cordelia smiled back, stealing a glance, “Do you want to stay the night? I promise not to tell mom and dad there’s a boy in my room!”

Touya nodded and yawned, suddenly there was a drift of relaxation running through his body. The boy allowed himself to crawl on the bed like a cat, patting about for a comfortable space to rest his head.

Cordelia hummed a song as she tried not to piece together the puzzle that very clearly laid out in front of her, Touya was hurt. He always looked quite wounded but never like this.

“How are you doing this?”, Touya opened a single eye in a cartoonish motion.

“It’s my quirk”, she said, “When I sing I can make it stop hurting.”

When he closed his eyes, Cordelia had started to consider the possibility that his parents either didn’t know he was hurting or didn’t care. She was stroking his hair when it came to her that perhaps, Touya should be going to them with those sort of issues but for some reason couldn’t.

She had read about it in books. People who were cruel to their children. People who starved them. People who beat them. People who kicked on their children all the world had kicked on them. But those were drunken men with minding numbing jobs and bleak lives. And her neighbor was the number two hero. Wasn’t he supposed to be better?

The girl wouldn’t have much minding to do on Todoroki Enji since that short meeting was the total extent of their interactions for months. And nothing would change.

Outwardly.

Touya was growing quieter by day. First, she guessed he was trying to pretend those nights never happened. His brows would frown at it’s mentions like he was allergic to it, like a moment of weakness made his skin itch.

Somedays he wouldn’t even wait for her. Hastily grabbing his school bag and tripping into his shoes before running out of the classroom. Cordelia could never catch him on those days.

It was something else, she could sense it but she couldn’t ask it. Touya hated her prying, he would tell anything before allowing her to peek inside his troublesome mind.

They were in swings when he confessed.

“I’m having another brother”, he swanged up and she followed suit.

Here’s the funny thing about trying to talk on swings: the lack of synch of it. When one is going up, the other is going down.

“How soon? You don’t sound happy.”, she went down and Touya rose again.

“We don’t know yet”, he was trying his best to conceal it now, but she knew him well enough.

She knew him better than she knew herself. Cordelia and Touya were closed books to themselves but aware of every chapter the other wouldn’t read out loud. Every word, every comma, every splat of ink. They could recite paragraphs out of each other’s lives. Even when she allowed him to pretend his secrets were secretive.

Todoroki Shouto was born that winter. It was snowing, Touya ran up the hill almost sliding down the frozen river, giggling. Awfully ungraceful as he waved. It’s a boy. It's a boy. It’s a boy.

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[aoyama-division]

Tomi's Thoughts on Katsushika Division

Akihisa Mashiro

"Grr... this despicable piece of human flesh!" Tomi growled, looking at the photo of the assassin. "This wretch is the reason why my family lost some of its influence three years ago. How exactly? He had managed to slip through our security (which we sued the company that we had hired the guards from) and assassinated the heir to one of the noble houses here in Aoyama! My family lost a lot of face because of this insufferable rogue! But we wouldn't take this lying down. He chose to strike at us, so we reciprocated."

"My father got in touch with Luis's father, Teika Kōkyū. And with a little planning and ingenuity, we got this sorry excuse for a scoundrel locked up behind bars where he belonged! Oh, if only I could have seen the look on his face as he was ambushed by the police and Chuohku officials! It must have surely been priceless!"

"I heard that the Prime Minister, however, allowed his release from prison. My mother tried to argue against it, but her words fell short. Not really much of a surprise; the Prime Minister has never been one for good counsel. So now this rogue is walking around free along with his team of sorry miscreants. Well, that is fine. Because I promise you this now Mashiro, you'll suffer dearly for the shame you have cost me and my family, you reprobate."

Touya Kisaragi

"Ah, the little boy that the press named, "The Sweetheart Killer". Tell me, you little imp, do you even remember the names of those you bothered to kill? Do you even remember their faces? No, you probably don't. Well, let me remind you of one of them." Tomi then shows a picture of a rich Japanese woman wearing a green dress.

"This is Nellie, a friend of mine whom I met in high school, and whom I was happy to include in my circle. Do you know what became of her? You murdered her. Killed her while she was walking home from her piano recital, you unruly brat! And you probably enjoyed seeing the look of horror on her face as you did it too. ...I warn you now brat, if you dare to venture in Aoyama, do not be surprised if you find yourself in handcuffs faster than you can blink. Because everyone here has your face engraved in their mind, and being a remorseless serial killer won't save you from escaping punishment."

Rintaro Himura

Tomi's face glares at the photo of the pyromaniac. "And here, we have, perhaps, the most despicable of these three wretches. This debased rogue is responsible for more than half of the arson deaths here in Japan. His love of fire makes Luis's seem pale in comparison. If he had just bothered to burn buildings outside of Aoyama, I wouldn't have paid him any attention. But..." Tomi growls, trying to control himself before looking up.

"...This varlet set fire to more than four city blocks here in Aoyama! So many homes destroyed, lives ruined, and people killed, all to satisfy this wretch's love for fire!" Tomi growls, before he downs a cup of whiskey to calm himself.

"He may have thought he got the last laugh, but he failed to learn that messing with Aoyama has dire repercussions. My family spread rumors of a Chuohku building that we knew we reach this wretch's ear. And just like the fool he is, he fell for it. He failed to take notice that the "Chuohku" building wasn't owned by Chuohku at all! It was an abandoned warehouse simply made to look important! The fool must have felt silly when he suddenly stepped outside and found himself surrounded by police and officials!"

"But like his miscreant leader, he is now walking around free. But that is fine because like his leader, I will teach him a painful lesson that he is not soon to forget."

Death Row Block

"I question Chuohku's reasoning for letting these villainous rogues go free. If Otome honestly thinks that a couple of nooses placed around their necks are going to make them subservient, then she is an even bigger simpleton than I had previously thought. But... now that I think about it, perhaps she has done something right for once. With these three walking free, that means there is nothing protecting or saving them from the punishment that I plan to exact on them. You three may regret accepting Otome's offer. Because I promise you all this, when my cohorts and I are done with you, you will wish that you were back in those confined spaces you call cells."

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