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dira333 · 7 months

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Passing Peonies - Post War Touya Todoroki - Part IV

When the war ended, Midoriya Izuku had proven one thing: That Villains did not need to be killed to be defeated. That you could make friends from enemies.

Touya Todoroki, formerly known as Dabi, had been one of those taken into the rehabilitation program. After one year of intense physical and psychological therapy, he's got the chance to prove himself. To prove that he can be a part of this world.

Complete fic length: 30.600 words - Masterlist

Warnings: poor mental health and resentment against past actions is mentioned, burn scars etc. as well. There is angst but this is mostly soft Touya coming back to his family...

Part 4: (2,1k words)

You’re a good teacher.

He’d known before but it becomes clearer now.

He’s still got problems with fine motor skills, his fingers often too stiff to tie ribbons or cut the smallest branches without damaging the rest of a Bonsai but he’s learning so much, not just about taking care of plants but other things as well.

The old ladies that used to coo at your friendly gifts now flock around him, tell him about their grandkids and ask for his opinion on what to buy them.

He figures out quickly which students like his snarky comments and who’s appreciative of being guided toward a cheaper alternative.

The week after he gets his ZZ plant, he can choose between a bouquet or an indoor plant.

“You don’t even know if I’ve taken good care of him.”

“Well, have you?” You ask, pushing the sleeves of your cardigan up your arms as you prepare to dig into the roots of fiddle-leaf fig, the sight of your bare underarms distracting him for a second.

“Of course. But that’s not the point.”

“Bring him in tomorrow then if you want me to review your work.” You cheekily smile up at him. “Even if you’re just fishing for compliments.”

He picks a golden pothos for his therapist, knowing that he desperately needs a plant to light up that office while also knowing he can’t take that free bouquet and gift it to you, even if he’s starting to want to.

🌺.

Three months later you’ve fallen into a rhythm.

Every second Friday after closing you let him into your apartment where, after a grilled cheese sandwich and a shared bowl of soup, he waters your plants and renames them.

Bob’s doing so well, he’s already a parent, one of his kids now sitting on Fuyumi’s shelf.

Hawks has put in a request for more Bouquets for his agency, as well as his father and Shouto, who in turn has seemingly told all his classmates about this great flower shop downtown.

Touya would love how much more money you’re making now if all those customers wouldn’t cut into the time he gets to spend with you.

At least the purple-haired gremlin Shouto calls a classmate hasn’t shown up since he scared him off. He doesn’t like guys buying flowers as an excuse to check you out, especially when they’re too cheap to buy a proper bouquet.

🌺.

“No grilled cheese today.” You tell him one Friday evening as you close the door and turn the key. “I’m buying you dinner.”

His heart skips traitourously.

“You sure your plants can survive without my care?” He jokes and you grin.

“Positive. Now grab your jacket and let's head out.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“Oh, multiple things. We’ve got so much business now we’ll have to start dividing our orders into two different pick-up dates. What do you think of Tuesday and Thursday? We could use Monday and Wednesday to make the bouquets.”

“And the other reasons?”

You laugh, clearly figuring out that there’s no use in redirecting his thoughts.

“I don’t believe in anniversaries but I’ve heard people say that it’s always hardest after the third month, so I thought you could use a little celebration.”

He looks at you, calculates the slope of your nose against the curve of your lips, and cocks his head to the side.

“And the last thing?”

You sober up quickly, looking down the street into the dark night, the sign of a gas station glowing in the distance.

“Today’s the anniversary of my father’s death.” You look up at him, your eyes open and vulnerable. “I like to do something nice for someone else on that day. As a gift to the world, you know?”

He doesn’t know. But it fits you. Like green aprons and cardigans, white shirts, and grilled cheese.

“Do you want to talk about him?”

You walk in silence for a while, the same comfortable silence he’s shared with you since he’s met you, until eventually you open your mouth.

“We have the same quirk. It has been in our family for generations. My great-great-grandmother was a hero, actually. She made sure to marry someone who complimented her quirk and so on and so forth, until my father decided to marry someone quirkless, to not be a hero, or even a fancy landscaper. He just wanted a normal, comfortable life.”

You point at the door or the restaurant and he follows you, feeling like your story isn’t over yet, but not ready to push you to talk when you never do that with him.

The restaurant isn’t fancy, but it’s not fast food either, telling him that you’re spending quite some money when he’s seen how you live and knows how much the shop used to bring in.

When the waiter leaves your table and he opens his menu, you lean across the table to whisper, bringing along a scent he’s grown so familiar too. The scent of earth and greenery, of flowers and foliage, of you and your shop and your home.

“Sorry, what?” He shakes his head to clear his mind, realizing he missed every word you’ve just said.

“I said if you’re not against sharing they have this amazing combination of gyoza dumpling and melted cheese. They line the Gyoza up and when the cheese is melted you can dip the gyoza in. You can choose what the fillings are and if you want other dips for it but it’s usually a serving for two.”

He blinks at the giddiness lighting up your face. He’d never been especially inclined towards cheese until his mind started linking it to you and now, linking it to you being happy.

“Of course.” He hears himself say and sees you lighting up even more. “But if we order it, we have to go full in. Filled with cheese to dip in cheese. We’re not cowards after all.”

You giggle and he looks back down at the menu to keep himself from staring, glad that his skin grafts cannot blush.

When the waiter returns, however, he’s pulling a face that spells uncomfortableness.

“I’m sorry.” He says, clutching his notepad with both hands. “But I’m… well, I was made aware that we cannot serve you.”

“What do you mean?” Your face is full of confusion while Touya catches on faster.

“He means he can’t serve me.” He explains and the way the man cringes tells him everything he needs to know.

“It’s alright.” He says when he feels that it’s not, in fact, alright. “I’ll just see you tomorrow then.”

“No.” Your hand’s flat on the table and your voice serious. “Matsumoto-kun, you’ll be serving us.”

“I’m sorry, please, I-”

“Leave it.” Touya tells you, the hard line of your mouth something he hasn’t seen before.

“Is there a problem?” Behind Matsumoto, a new face appears.

“Yes.” You’re standing now, smaller than the two men, but standing your ground. “You’re taking part in the rehabilitation agreement, yet you’re not willing to serve a member of the same agreement. I don’t want to do this but I will have to make a formal complaint if you continue to refuse us service.”

“Madam.” The man behind Matsumoto, obviously the manager, is wringing his hands now. “This isn’t about the agreement. You have to understand what your companion did-”

“It doesn’t matter who he is or what he has done.” You tell them sharply. “He could be Tomura Shigaraki and it would still be your duty to serve him as a customer if he came in here as part of the Rehabiliation agreement.”

“This isn’t our decision,” Matsumoto whispers, eyes looking everywhere but at Touya himself who’s now standing himself, hand on your arm as if that would do something but ground himself.

“Come on.” He tells you. “Not today.”

And somehow he’s said the right thing because you nod and grab your purse and your jacket, following him out of the restaurant.

Five steps from the door he can hear you curse under your breath.

Ten steps from the door he can hear you sniffle and when he turns, you’re full on crying, fat tears dripping down your face.

“Hey. Hey, don’t cry about that. It’s not worth it.”

“It is!” You disagree wetly. “They shouldn’t treat you this way and now I’m mad and I’m hungry and I’m upset that I always cry when I’m mad, and-”

“If it would make you feel better you could let weeds grow in front of their door.”

“They would just pull it out, that’s just hurting the plants.” You complain but you’re almost smiling now.

He’s grinning back at you. “We could spray paint their windows. Egg the front. Put toilet paper over the door.”

“What are you? Five?”

He laughs and you laugh with him, frozen on the sidewalk in your shared little bubble.

“There’s a Kentucky Fried Chicken down the street, isn’t it?” He asks. “They have cheese fries. It’s not as good as dipping cheesy Gyoza into melted cheese but would it satisfy your cheesy needs?”

“You make me sound like an addict.”

“Aren’t you?”

“Maybe a little bit.”

He watches you pop another cheese-covered fry into your mouth and feels only a little weird about it.

“Feeling better?” He asks, chewing on his straw.

“A bit. But I’m still going to put in a formal complaint. It’s not okay.”

“It’s been a year. It’s going to take some time.”

“Still. God, now I can never go back there again and I don’t know anyone else who offers that dish.” You complain.

“I could learn how to make it.” The words are out of his mouth before he can stop them and he bites his tongue, regretting them immediately when you pinch your brows.

“I didn’t know you can cook.” You offer him an easy way out and he shrugs.

“I don’t. But it doesn’t sound that hard.”

You laugh. “Oh, it is. Why do you think I only offer you Miso soup and grilled cheese sandwiches?”

“Because that’s your favorite food?”

“True. But it’s also the only thing I can make. Well, when the sun’s in the right position and the moon’s not looking, I can also make a fried egg.”

He laughs at that.

“You seem so talented, I thought you’d be good at everything.”

Your smile wavers and you wipe your fingers, signaling you’re done with your food.

“Want to take a walk?” You ask and he nods, throwing away the trash and meeting you at the door.

Something in him wants to take your hand, make sure your pulse is still the same as always, that you’re fine and well and there with him, but he knows that’s not the whole reason.

He wants to take your hand because he wants to hold it and feels like a ZZ plant that’s been put in a dark spot, longing for more light and scared it might burn him at the same time.

He doesn’t put his hands in his pockets, lets them hang by his side loosely, hoping against hope that your hand will knock into his as if a ray of sunlight might accidentally come his way.

“My father died five years ago.” You tell the night sky above you. “He had a heart attack and died in his sleep. I miss him every day. And I know he’d be proud of me. Of what I’m doing and how I’m doing it. He’d love my apartment and my shop and even if he’d call every bouquet I make perfection, he’d still pluck around in it, because he couldn’t let anything go untouched. Isn’t that love, that you love something not only despite its imperfections but simply because of them?”

Heaviness settles in his gut yet again as your words sink in.

You look at him and he wonders if you’re talking about him too.

He thinks about his parents, his siblings, his friends - if he can call them that.

He wonders if they love him despite his imperfections and he wonders if he loves them.

“My mother remarried three years ago. And I’m happy for her, because her new husband is really nice, and she’s happy. But they moved, about two years ago, to America of all places. Plane tickets are expensive.”

“It gets lonely sometimes.” He says, not really knowing why until you nod.

“Yeah.” You breathe out. “Yeah.”

He wants to say that he’s here now. That you can lean on him. That he’ll be there for you.

But he doesn’t. Because he can’t. He shouldn’t. He won’t.

So he doesn’t say anything and it seems to be the right thing, allowing the two of you to walk in silence through the dark.

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stardust-sprinkler · 1 year

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“Bad Boy Who’s Always Good to His Girl~” Part 2

Dating College!Touya

Here’s some tooth-rottingly sweet Touya x reader. Enjoy!

• When he tells you he’s gonna start going by Dabi—says he’s cutting his family off—he doesn’t expect you to say more than the “Okay, babe” that you offer up. You knew enough to get why he was severing ties. He actually loves that you’ve never pried or pressed him for any information about his family that he didn’t disclose of his own volition.

• But the fact that you’re typically more vocal in your support inexplicably makes his chest hurt a little this time. A tiny voice inside him seems to be seeking some validation in his decision, some confirmation that it’s gonna be okay—because the only person that matters is going to be staying. He silences it, shoves it deep down further until he can’t hear it anymore.

• But when you meet up after his last class the very next day, you show him something that makes him stand there in shock. You pull up your sleeve to show off a new tattoo; you’ve already got his new name on your inner wrist, central to a faux bracelet. “Skipped some classes today, it couldn’t wait, I was too excited.” He quickly pulls you into a hug that presses your head against his chest, but not before you catch a split-second glimpse of wetness in his eyes. It’s the most emotional you’ve ever seen him, but you’ll never comment on it.

• With the amount that you two fuck (which is constantly), it’s not like you’ve never had slow sex… But when you’re in bed together that night, he seems to take his time on every part of you, unhurried in his worship. And his lips are feather soft when he kisses the wrap covering the inside of your wrist. This time, it’s you blinking away tears. He doesn’t comment on it either. Not beyond quiet whispers of your name.

• He’s sure that you make up for all the bad luck in his life.

Bonus: The first time you help him dye his hair, you’re sorely tempted to secretly swap the black box color to like a vibrant purple or green—it would just show up so easily on his naturally white hair.

He catches you eyeing the other colors, then sighs and grabs a few. The surprised, delighted sound that comes from you makes it impossible for him to stamp down an exasperated smile.

Idiot.

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canbean-enby · 1 year

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I was annoying my cat today and I thought of annoying dabi in the same manner. So you get this 12 am splurge of stuff. You’re welcome :).

Out of nowhere you would go up to him while he was watching tv, sit down next to him and just stare at him. He knows that this is a normal thing for you so he just lets you do it, trying to ignore his heart rate that has increased since he heard your bedroom door open. After a few minutes, you start playing with his hair. Coiling your fingers in it and scratching it in some areas to ease the male of any tensions he had from the day. You even checked to see if you may need to dye it again. However, his roots look as dark as the night you did them, which was about 3 weeks ago. A few more minutes pass by and you keep staring at him, eventually laying your head in his lap to get a better angle of his beauty. You admire the ways his scars line under his eyes like a bucket for his ocean like eyes. The way his staples hold the contrasting lives of who he was and who he can be. All of it is beautiful to you. If you would’ve told the ravenett this at the beginning of the relationship, which you did, he would’ve denied you from the use of the word when it comes to him. Especially when it comes to his scars. He feels that they chain him down, that they are a sign of a time when he was weak and they are display for everyone to see said weakness. But you think that they just show how strong the male has been and continues to be. You think they show a sign of courage and determination. You try to tell him that every now and again. Usually when it is 3 am and you are just muttering whatever compliments comes to mind. It doesn’t go unnoticed by the male, it actually makes his heart flutter every time you say it. To think that you look and him and the first thing you think is ‘courage’ is something that he will never understand. Dabi turns to look at you as a love filled look dawns your eyes. It seems like you don’t even notice that he is meeting your gaze, you seem lost in thought. The best thing the male thinks to do is flick your forehead. So the jackass does. “Um- ow” you whine as you rub your forehead, pouting at the pain that you pretend is on your forehead. “That didn’t even hurt. What’re you staring at you weirdo?” He already knew the answer, you say the same thing every time he asks. He secretly just wants to hear you say it. “The pretties boy in the world.” And there it is. Though something in his brain says it isn’t true, a smile still spreads on his face when you say it. The love that shines in your eyes and the way your face contorts to fit that wide smile makes that little annoying voice in his brain worth hearing every time. Because he knows there is another, louder voice that shuts that voice up quick. And that voice is yours. It has always been. And always will be.

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dabisqueen · 1 year

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Omg, he's so soft here...

Just imagine him smile because you make him so carefree... so happy. Isn't that what we all want him to be? Happy?

#soft dabi #soft touya #todoroki touya #touya todoroki #mha dabi #dabi my hero academia #bnha dabi #dabi todoroki #dabi

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starkdemigodninja · 2 years

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I might do some Dad! Dabi headcanons sometime this weekend. Hell maybe tonight if I can’t sleep. What y’all think?

#mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi mha #dabi bnha #dabi x reader #dabi x self insert #dabi x oc #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #soft dabi #touya x oc #touya x reader #touya x you #touya x y/n #soft touya #dabi the daddy #dad!dabi #dad!touya #soft dad dabi

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flamingtouya · 15 days

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thank you bones!! you did good this week <3

#hes so round and soft and cute. we love that.#dabi #todoroki touya #touya todoroki #bnha #league of villains #bnha season 7 #anime spoilers //#x

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willowser · 1 month

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"touya, are you my dad?"

rei's house is quiet this late, only alive in the muted whir of ceiling fans and the rainbow of colors from the nightlight out in the hall. touya can just barely see the distant glow peeking under the gap of the door; soft greens and blues and purples.

all the air in the room seems to evaporate, and instead is replaced by that awful, muggy heat that builds up in touya's hairline and in the creases of his skin, everytime he hears that word: dad.

he's better at knowing how to act around kids than he expected to be. not in some parental sense, but the bits and pieces of touya the big brother are at work again, slow and old and creaking—but moving nonetheless.

touya's thankful for the quiet; whispering hides the tremor in his voice. when he turns to the little girl in the small bed lying beside him, all he sees is you, staring back in red and orange and yellow.

"what makes you ask that?"

the little girl shrugs, shuffles around to push still-wet hair out of her face as she snuggles deeper into her blankets. touya doesn't realize he's holding his breath until she finally elaborates, clutching her little stuffed puppy to her round, full cheeks. "that's what people say."

it's not that you don't want her to know, but softening the truth for a kid ain't easy; touya's not even sure he wants her to know, quite yet, because it means introducing a version of himself he's not proud of. one he's never been proud of, one that still itches under his skin and makes his hands shake, one that wants to burn the guilt away instead of face it.

touya watches the soft blink of her eyelashes, long and dark, and when she looks back up at him, he's just—not ready for her to know him yet. because—

"would it be okay if i was?"

the little girl—his, yours—thinks for only a moment before nodding. "yeah, that'd be okay."

because this touya's okay, for now.

it makes him smile, even with the uncomfortable heat that's broken sweat all out across his body, even with the shame that's waiting for him out beyond the edges of the greens and blues and purples. even knowing that, one day soon, he's gonna have to break her heart the same way he broke yours.

touya shifts a little further down in the bed until his head's resting on her pillow, so they're eye level. he's half hanging off the thing, the tiny twin bed in her room at his mom's house. still doesn't have a place of his own yet, still trying to remember how to be a functioning member of society; gears slow and old and creaking, but moving nonetheless.

the is the only way he gets to see her right now, these few days out of the week that you let her stay the night, so he can get to know the daughter he's missed out on for far too long.

touya hums and forces a big yawn, closes his eyes and hopes she'll follow the act; shouto used to, once long ago. "'s'talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

the little girl shuffles around until she's a little closer, huffing against his face through her own yawn. "okay," she agrees, and touya waits a few minutes before peeking at her. watching her even breathing, in the red and orange and yellow.

#bye i'm so soft for this man #he's done things he's not proud of #because he was scared and unsure and didn't know what he wanted #but 🥺 he's trying 🥺 figuring it out 🥺#✿ thoughts: dabi/touya #✿ theme: dad dabi/touya #cw children

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mielplante · 10 months

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a lil highschool au dabihawks comic <3 🧋

#dabihawks #hotwings #mha #bnha #dabi #touya #todoroki #keigo #takami #fanart #comic #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #hawks #fanfic #i love them very much #they're cream and pink colored #i want them happy :))))#soft ansgty bois

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baby-tini · 18 days

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Imagine Dabi kidnaps you and he's actually really sweet. Besides the kidnapping, he could be actual boyfriend/husband material. Like he hasn't hurt you physically and it kind of fucks with your head a bit. He provides everything you need to live plus more. And you don't have to worry about surviving anymore. Since you were kidnapped dare you say more relaxed than ever. So, you put up with it and eventually develop Stockholm syndrome fr.

I don't think this was a request BUT I genuinely can't stop thinking about this, I love when he's so soft.

You despised him at first when he took you away, but it got better, Dabi told you it would. He told you that if you behaved that he would take care of you, treat you like a princess. Dabi truly loved you, he just wanted you to understand that and he would do anything to make you understand. It took a little while with punishments here and there but it worked. When he came home, you were there to greet him with open arms. Telling him how much you missed him, kissing him, nuzzling into his chest. Dabi could truly say, that for once in his life he truly felt happy, at peace... like he finally was enough for someone.

It felt.. nice, to be around Dabi, he was comforting in a way. Brushed your hair for you, braided it, let you sit with him on the balcony as he smoked. It was nice to just sit and talk about things with him, smelling the mid-night air as you leaned against his chest. He smelled nice, the smell of cigarettes now becoming a comfort, the sick smell of ash that had you wrinkling your nose now had you clinging to him, shoving your nose into his jacket. Dabi truly became someone of comfort for you, holding you close on cold nights. Kissing your head when the thunder sounded too loud on some nights.

You don't remember falling asleep, but then again, no one does. His side of the bed was warm though, so that had too mean he was home now, throwing the comforter off you go looking for him, and sure enough, he was out on the balcony, smoking. He truly looked ethereal, his eyes relaxed, shining a beautiful cerulean, head thrown back, dyed black hair a little tousled from scarred hands running through it. Dabi truly is a sight to behold.

Opening the sliding door, he looks up at you as you step out, closing it behind you so that bugs don't get it. He wraps an arm around you as you walk towards him, plopping down into his lap as blows the smoke away from you. "How you feeling doll, you sleep good?" There's a nod from you as you bury your face into his chest, inhaling that sweet smell of ash you've come to adore so much. The smell always makes you think of him, an automatic comfort it brings you is a stress-relief.

"How was work," you ask him softly, running your hands through his hair. He inhales through his nose before sighing, "It was fine, tiring, but fine." You can tell, he sounds exhausted, looks exhausted too. You kiss him, running your hands up and down the nape of his neck, he shudders at that, pecking your cheek. His right hand running up and down your back, drawing little patterns every now and again.

"...can I hit it," he glances at you, then looks at the cigarette, the tip burning a bright blue. He hums at you, holding it to your lips as you inhale the smoke. Holding it for a couple seconds, you blow it out away from his face. He pushes some of your hair behind you ear, mouthing at your neck. "You feel better pretty girl, hm?" His voice is always a welcome, low and deep, sounding so apathetically pretty.

"Yeah, thank you," he hums again, kissing at your collar bone as he runs a hand through your hair. He kisses your cheek before giving a couple pats to your ass, "come on, up, I'm tired doll, lets head in."

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star-spirit-mayhem · 1 year

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Waking up with Dabi in between your legs. Your pajama bottoms long discarded on the bedroom floor and the only thing worth focusing on is a warm pleasure that gently coxes you into consciousness as Dabi slowly tongue fucks your pretty hole. He's watching you closely as your eyes blink open and your hand reaches for his hair, pulling a downright sinful moan outta him.

"Pretty little pet, So eager for me. Just relax and let me take care of you doll, wanna make you fall apart around my mouth before we gotta get up for the day- make sure you're walkin' funny so everyone knows how good I make you feel" he sounds so breathless and needy like he's starving for you as he dives back in-between your legs making you gasp and moan as he starts giving your most sensitive spots all the attention he could muster, determined to have you broken and dumb on his tongue before he let you out of his bed.

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shadowspromise · 1 year

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It took a while for Touya to let you call him Touya.

When you first met, it was strictly “Dabi.” No nicknames, either. He was too cool for nicknames. Then he started to loosen up a bit as time passed, enjoying when you called him a dummy, an asshole, a shithead. And then you started dating.

Of course he loved when you called him your darling, your love, your dear. But something felt missing to him. And finally, in a random late night conversation, it clicked.

He forgets what the conversation was even about. It was late and the two of you were tired. But he remembers something you said to him, presumably after he complained about being his father’s child.

“Dabi, you’re not just your father’s child, you’re you. Separate yourself from him. Take it back. Reclaim yourself.”

He knew what was missing. He wanted you to call him Touya. To reclaim his name. He thought of it as a big “fuck you” to his father. He wasn’t “my son, Touya.” He was “my boyfriend, Touya.” He liked how that sounded. He reclaimed it.

So he asked you to call him Touya. Just you. Because there was something about you that made everything about him better. The way you described his charred skin is like no other. What he sees as disgusting, you call “little lavender body paintings.” He reclaimed these horrid scars, now seeing them as his lover’s favorite part to kiss on his body.

His eyes. He always hated them. They were like carbon copies of his father’s. Until you showered him in compliments, saying you loved how they matched his flames. How they looked like a bright ocean. How they lit up a dark room. He reclaimed his father’s eyes, now seeing them as the way he’s able to see his beautiful partner every day.

His natural white hair. He was able to hide it relatively well, but when you get close to him, you can see the white eyelashes that cover his eyes when he sleeps. The trail of white hair under his belly button. The white roots that grow in when he hasn’t dyed his hair in a while. You like to mention how the soft white compliments the shimmer of his staples and piercings. He forgets all about his family when your nails are scratching at his scalp, nearly purring as you massage his head.

He’s thought of marrying you hundreds of times. Maybe even starting a family. Reclaiming his last name and adorning it next to your first name. At first he thought of it as yet another “fuck you” to his father, restarting the Todoroki family as perhaps a healthy one between you, him, and maybe some little rascals running around. But he looks at you and is reminded that he isn’t here to annoy his father. He has a purpose. He can live and love like everyone else.

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dira333 · 7 months

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Passing Peonies - Post War Touya Todoroki - Part II

When the war ended, Midoriya Izuku had proven one thing: That Villains did not need to be killed to be defeated. That you could make friends from enemies.

Complete fic length: 30.600 words - Masterlist

Warnings: poor mental health and resentment against past actions is mentioned, burn scars etc. as well. There is angst but this is mostly soft Touya coming back to his family...

Part 2: (1,7k words)

He starts earlier on Monday, helping you load a van with bouquets you made over the weekend, all orders from different businesses close by.

“Could we make them on Saturday?” He asks when he carries the largest one, a monstrosity of beauty, all flowers a different shade of purple.

“We could. I usually plan out what I want on Friday and make sure the flowers are ready by Sunday. If you want, you can try your hand on some of those bouquets this Friday and I’ll make sure they stay fresh.”

You sign off the delivery guy and watch the van drive off before shaking your head as if to get rid of some unpleasant thoughts.

“What’s wrong?” He asks on instinct and you sigh.

“Do you think they will be treated well?”

“The flowers?” Your brows do that thing where they pinch slightly as if you’re trying to hold a thought in between them before releasing it. It’s cute and he shakes his own head to get rid of that thought.

“Yeah, sure. They’re beautiful, why wouldn’t they take great care of it?”

“People often mistreat things they see as perfect.” You tell him softly and another heavy thing settles in his gut.

- - -

It’s Friday again and he has to leave in about an hour for his biweekly therapy sessions, determined to finish his first company bouquet. The baby pink roses he chose as the centerpiece are determined to skin his hands and he can’t get that ribbon right, damning his hands that are suffering the most from the skin grafting.

He’s cursing a storm when the bell chimes and he cuts himself off, glaring at the customer who’s dared to interrupt his tirade.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, his tone annoyed enough to pull you from the back room.

“Toya-kun.” You chide him softly before recognizing the customer as well, a sudden shyness washing over your face.

“Todoroki-san, hello.”

“I was in the area.” His father says. “I wanted to see how you’re doing.”

“I can’t tie this stupid ribbon, that’s how I’m doing.” He snarls and glares daggers at the baby pink ribbon in his hands.

”Do you want my help?” You ask and step closer when he nods, tying the baby pink ribbon around the stems and lifting the bouquet into a vase.

“Finish the presentation.” You take a step back and wait for him to position the flowers as he meant them to look. He ignores his father as he does so, intent on getting this right.

When he’s finished, he takes a step back and waits for your examination.

It’s not the first time you’ve let him do something on his own and examined the end product. He knows you like to look at it from every perspective, quietly contemplating until you’ve formed an opinion in your head. He likes that about you.

It’s just a little nerve-wracking right now when his father is also there, taking in his very first company bouquet and he can’t help but wonder what Enji thinks.

“What were your thoughts when making this?”

“Oh… well, they had dark purple last week and wanted something light this time. I looked up their company and the interior, at least in the pictures on the website, has a lot of white in it, so I thought picking too much white wouldn’t look that good, and yellow might clash too much.”

You nod and look up at his father, your voice a little timid as you ask. “What do you think, Todoroki-san?”

His father blushes, a sight so rare and unexpected he feels his hand search for his phone to snap a picture but the moment’s already gone when he clears his throat.

“I think it’s very nice. I didn’t know there were this many different flowers in the same color.”

You nod as if you’ve just heard the greatest wisdom and turn back to Touya.

“Excellent work. We’ll use your bouquet on Monday. I will leave you two alone but if you need help with your weekly bouquet, you can call me.”

You leave and he wishes you’d have stayed.

“Are you here to check on me or do you need something?” He asks, the words hard but his voice softer.

A year isn’t enough time to fix a relationship this rocky but they’ve improved significantly from when he wanted nothing more but to make his father suffer.

“Both. You’re mother and I are going out tonight and your flowers made you so happy this week, I wanted to surprise her with some flowers.”

“What do you have in mind?” He wipes his hands on his apron, takes one last proud look at his bouquet, and steps out from behind the till, pointing at the cut flowers.

“Something to show her that I’m grateful for her presence, loyalty, and love? And that I…” His voice dips lower, sounding almost timid now, “That I love her.”

They stand in silence for a moment, not looking at each other.

Touya desperately wants to call you back, because this is something you’re great at while he’s not so much.

He thinks about how you always know what questions to ask to get your few customers talking, how your voice is gentle, and how you never sound rushed.

He thinks about how you made him a peony and remembers how he felt when the flower opened, late Sunday morning, to beautiful shades of white and cream.

“Do you remember when you met Mom?” He asks, his voice scratchy but his father doesn’t comment on it. “How you felt back then?”

His father chuckles wetly. “Yeah. I’ve never met a woman like her before. She made me feel like I was good enough, just the way I was. I wished I could have stayed in that moment, in that feeling.”

Touya bends down and picks the flowers on instinct until his hands are filled with three perfect white piece lilies - the uneven number a comfort - hugged by a smattering of fiery red mini carnations, framed by whispy bear grass. He presents it to his father and acts like he doesn’t notice the taller man's hands shake as he takes the flowers.

“It’s perfect.”

Touya agrees.

And chooses to pick this as his weekly free bouquet, denying his father the chance to pay for it.

When he leaves, you come out from the back, sending him a new smile, one he’s not seen before on you.

“We just have enough time before you have to leave for a little lecture. What do you know about Bonsai?”

- - -

Natsuo visits him on Wednesday, claiming he needs flowers for a girlfriend.

Touya sees right through that lie but lets him stay around for a while, explaining the different flowers to him.

You’re back at the table binding a wreath, wearing the white shirt Touya thinks you should only wear when no one’s around.

You don’t get timid around Natsuo and it’s the only reason he allows his younger brother to look at you appraisingly, at least for a second or two, before he reminds him that he’s supposed to have a girlfriend.

- - -

On Friday, the bell chimes and Touya drops the book he’d been reading, a really boring but still informative guide to Bonsai care.

“Heya.” Hawks grins at him and Touya tries not to look at the clear absence of wings. He fails.

“What are you doing here?”

“What? You’re not happy to see me here? I thought we got along great during therapy.”

“Yeah, but that’s therapy.” He picks up his book and peaks at the doorway to the back but you’re nowhere to be seen. Maybe he’s lucky and you’re upstairs or in the bathroom.

“Your old man mentioned you’re pretty good at your new job and I wanted to see how you’re doing for myself. Besides, I do have a reason to be here besides wanting to see you.”

“Why? Did you finally ask out Miruko?”

Hawks laughs but it’s not the cocky laugh he uses to hide what he really thinks.

“Not there yet, but the agency decided that we want to switch from fake plants to real plants and I thought I’d hit you up first. You do more than bouquets, right?”

“We don’t need charity.”

“Are you sure?” Hawks points at the ceiling where the plaster has cracked in multiple places.

“Fine. But you have to promise to take care of them.”

He puts his book down and steps out from behind the till.

“Why? If they die I can come back and buy more and you’d make a lot more money.”

Touya huffs. “My boss doesn’t like it when plants suffer. Just… Just make sure they’re taken good care of.”

Something flashes over Hawks’s face but he nods.

“We could start with a few plants then and get bouquets for the bigger offices. What do you recommend?”

Touya stares at the plants, recognizing only one of them and knowing full well that Bonsai’s are not easy to take care of.

He curses and turns back. “I’ll get the boss. I’m better at bouquets.”

You’re in the backroom, passed out next to a peony bush.

“Hey.” He kneels down and takes your hand to check for your pulse, it’s steady beating calming his racing heart.

You groan and rub your eyes, slowly getting up into a sitting position.

Your hair falls away from your neck, allowing him to spot the scars he’d already noticed but hadn’t dared to ask about.

“Touya-kun?” You ask confused.

“I found you lying on the floor.”

“Oh… Sorry, we got requests for peony and it took me a bit more power than I realized. I fall asleep when I overuse my quirk.”

“I didn’t know that. I… A friend of mine wanted some recommendations for plants but I can ask him to come back later if you’re not feeling up for it.”

“Oh, no, no worries. I’ll be out in a minute.”

He realizes belatedly that he’s still kneeling beside you and gets up, awkwardly clearing his throat.

“I’ll start the coffee maker for you.”

“Thank you, Touya-kun.” You tell him softly and he all but flees from the room.

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VALENTINE’S HEAD

pairing: dabi / todoroki touya x fem!reader

warnings: established relationship, +18 content, minors dni, smut, oral s3x (m receiving), mentions of killing, swearing, heavy language, fluff at end

a/n: i actually wrote this on his birthday (jan 18th) but my acc got shadow banned right after i posted it and it took days to get my acc fixed so i changed some parts and now this is somehow a valentines day fic

you have your own ways of pleasuring dabi, in both ways.

you’ve known him better than you’ve known yourself. you knew the every little inch of him from his neck to his ankles. from the areas that could be easily teased to the hard muscles under his mismatched skin. from the places he lets out the most groans when you touch, to the way of his blue flames ignite and encompass the whole dark room, letting him to see where your bodies meet with his one hand on your stomach, feeling the bulge in his palm.

but then, there was one thing you really haven’t tried on him before. you haven’t really given it much of thought and have decided to get back to the grind. truth be told, you had never been an “innocent” nor “coy” typa girl. even sometimes you’d be so straightforward and dirty with your words that it would leave dabi in a pure state of bewilderment. so the reason couldn’t be that. and you also weren’t unwilling or anything, either. so it also wouldn’t be this. but then, what was it?

why couldn’t you just wake your boyfriend up with his dick stuffed in your small mouth? what was the fucking reason god dammit?!

your eyes blink open as your back rises up from the sheets in sync, jumping awake from your sleep. after a minute of trying to catch your breath and stretching your limbs, you turn your head towards the bright side of the room. the light of the sunshine is a little too far from the bed where you two are laying on. the blinds are half closed and the windows cracked open.

you silently push your body from the warm bed sheets and sit with your legs crossed on the mattress. you don’t need to check the calendar on your phone to know what day it is. “february 14th.” you murmur, a soft smile making it’s way to your lips.

you’ve spent a good total of 2 weeks just to find him some good present but no, nothing just seemed to suit his heathen style ever. at some point you even just went up to him and asked him what his dream gift was. although, you realized that also ain’t gonna work when he responded with, “the dead body of endeavor.”

so now, there you were sitting on the bed and staring at his peaceful, still figure. feeling your chest tighten the more your eyes move lower, gazing at the naked skin and his staples with light shining on em. your fingers move before you can even help it, control is on your nerves but not in the brain that they’re all connected to. your fingertips stop right on the waistband of the boxer he’s wearing in the cold winter morning, body already burning with the quirk of heat. your eyes shimmer as you eye his length under the thick layer of the underwear, feeling your walls clench on nothing.

how long were you gonna wait to do this at this point? you could gladly gift him a morning sex on a day that he couldn’t give less fucks about. if not right now, never.

you gently rise your ass from the mattress by pushing it with your hands. a shiver runs down your spine from the loss of heat of the bed. you drop yourself between his legs and sit down. you feel your insides warm up as your hands find their way to the waistband of his boxer once again, taking it off and revealing his thick length.

you start off slow, considering vigilant. pumping it up and down and letting him get used to the sensation of your hands. a silent groan catches your ears when you take him inside your mouth, tongue swirling around his tip. you didn’t wanna wake him up now, just not yet. so you decided to keep your movements as slow and light as possible, giving his dick time to harden more. you pick up your pace when you feel his body move under you, his chest rising up with the deep breath he takes. you were just about to look at his eyes when you feel a hand grab on your hair and push your head forward to his now fully erect cock. your eyes close shut when you fight yourself to silent your gags, though it doesn’t really help when you hear your boyfriends mocking voice.

“good morning dollface.” he chuckles, voice husky and deep from being just woken up from his sleep. he looks at your cute struggling face with your brows furrowed, fighting to open your eyes as tears peek around the corners of them. “oh, is my girl too coy to look me in the eyes?” he pushes your head on his dick again but harder, giving you no way to catch your breath and respond his teasings.

“you were devouring my cock like a minute ago, sweetheart. what’s gotten to you?” you press your thighs together, jaw relaxing when you let yourself breathe from your nose once again, softening your press on his thighs. you get yourself together faster than you’d think, eyes opening wide to get a fully view of him and bobbing your head now being the one who’s in control. “f’ckinggg hellll” he groans as you grip his balls in your palm, when your other hand is stroking his length.

his grip on your scalp tightens, signaling he's close to his release. your tongue now swirling around his shaft as you take him fully in your mouth once again. his tip hitting the back of your throat as you pick up your pace. you let out a cry when his hand that’s holding your hair squeezes hard as he pushes himself into your mouth as deep as possible. you feel his cum going down your throat as you stay still and swallow it all, nose touching his base.

he finally releases his grip on your scalp when he’s done cumming. your head tilts forward and you inhale a deep breath, strands of hair clinging to the wet patches on your face. you’re quick to open your eyes and rise your body from the mattress, returning his hungry gaze with your lustful one.

leaning in, your palms press against the warmth of his bare chest, feeling his staples hotter than usual. as your lips meet his, there's a delicate fusion of desire. he’s soft with his movements despite the way how he was leaving you breathless just seconds ago. he draws his tongue into your mouth when you wrap your arms around his neck, gently gripping his hair. the kiss lingers, breaths mingling, until both of you reluctantly pull away, leaving each other breathless.

his azure irises meet yours once again, his forehead in now on yours. you softly smile, your hands caressing the back of his neck as you take his scent into your lungs, holding it inside for a while and not letting go. maybe you didn’t pick him the best valentines day present, nor gave him the dead body of endeavor; but you loved him dearly more than anything you could’ve ever imagined.

your voice is soft when it catches your own ears, with a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

“happy valentines day, touya.”

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