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dashitsxx · 10 days

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if only | various male characters x fem!reader | mha

summary. Maybe leaving him wasn't the best decision to ever do.

genre. dark. explicit smut. nsfw. 18+

word count. 1.7k

characters. aizawa shota (eraserhead). chisaki kai (overhaul). takami keigo (hawks). todoroki touya (dabi).

warnings. dubcon/noncon. all in an established relationship. quirk au. vulgar language. cunnilingus (aizawa). rough fuck. penis in vagina sex. overstimulation. multiple orgasms. creampies. stomach bulge (dabi). manhandling. forcing. evident male dominance. yandere themes. possessive. obsession. mentions of killing (dabi). selfish behaviour. egoistic behaviour. indicated the use of quirk. breeding kink (dabi). praise kink (dabi).

notes. finally done with this! been itching to post this as quick as possible. i definitely didn't like how i wrote them but enjoy sluts, tried to make it spine-shivering as much as possible! reposting 'cause i found out that tumblr didn't kind of added it into the no. of my posts?? idk why

shota aizawa (eraserhead) — If only you weren't clumsy enough.

Oh love. That was the biggest mistake you have ever made to him. Do you think that you could easily slip away from his sight? Oh my. How dumb of you. You may have a strong quirk but it doesn't surpass his level... and he'll make sure to let it stay that way.

A trembling shaking rattled on the bedframe as you arched your back from the pleasuring sensation. Pants and moans vibrate against the wall of the room. No matter how much you want to try to push the head away from your cunt, your hands prevented you from doing so as it is tightly tied by his binding cloth, whereas with each forceful pull you create, it suddenly stiffens its fabric.

You moan loudly as you squirm under his touch. "Stop moving," he ordered in a vicious tone. Then, a warm wet long stripe was placed on your cunt, making you hold your breath. A strangled moan left your lips as you attempted to break the cloth that was chaining you.

"I-I can't—ah! No, n-ngh! Ah! no, s-stop. Aizawa!" you exclaimed, panting in the process.

"I said stop squirming." he painfully held your hips in place as he halted his motion. Your eyes slide down to him as you find him with a raging fire, "You wouldn't been in this position if only you had been obedient to me."

Then he slowly rises from his position as he continue to glower down at you, "You know you can't escape from me, love."

You heard a rapid swish of fabric as you found your legs bound up in a lewd position, wide open for him. "N-not like this! A-Aiza—" A painful feeling slapped your pussy which made your back arch. "Shut up."

A sinful smirk slowly formed on his lips. Who would have thought that his fantasies would come true? He was thankful that you attempted to escape, but it still does infuriate if you wanted to leave him. He didn't like that idea, nor would he let it happen. Maybe... it is time to mark you.

Then, he quietly placed his hands on the middle of his pants before unzipping it. A look of fear and shock was evident on your face as you knew what it meant

"Aizawa! No, no, no!" you attempt to back away from the raging man, but he grabbed your thighs and pulled you down to him to let you feel his hardened cock with your bare vagina—you moaned at the sensation. Pride was evident on his face as he spoke in a possessive tone.

"I'll always find you, love."

kai chisaki (overhaul)— If only you were fearless.

Darling, darling, darling. Why did you ever think that you would be able to escape from his grasp? He didn't do all those cheesy courtship with no purpose just for you to leave him. He did it all in his satisfaction to have you caged within him despite that you were a great benefit to the yakuza. Hence, you are his possession—and there is no way for you break free.

"Fuck—so... t-tight. Fucking tight." A deep growl emitted from his chest as he thrusts his fat cock into your gummy walls. You moan from your taped mouth and warm tears fall on your cheeks from the overstimulation.

A pleasured moan left his mouth as he stared down at you, a contemptuous smile was plastered on his face. You looked so pretty taking his godly size dick—it fits well with your pussy. Although he's been fucking you for who knows how many rounds, his rage hasn't been satiated yet.

The fact that you tried to leave him really fucking blood-boiled him. He has never felt this way after the heroes attempted to meddle in his business. Upon the thought entering his mind, his eyes darken immediately as he pushed the back of your thighs to your chest.

Your felt your eyes widen at a new sensation as your chest rose, heaving at the new position he put you into. It was the position you knew that would make you feel his size.

Feel him more.

You attempt to push his hands from your thighs with your taped wrists, but it keep slipping off from the body sweat formed. Then, he harshly flicked his hips onto you. Your body jerked as you felt the tip of his dick kissed your womb.

The smile remained on Kai's face as he leaned forward, "Feel that, darling? You're not dumb enough to know what it means." a chuckle erupted from his chest as he pulled out until his tip before slamming back deeply, making your body jerk again and a moan leaving your lips.

Then a sudden shivers crawled on your body under his, making his cock more slick from your cum. Kai lets out a short deep laugh before he slides his hand from your thighs to your clit, having one of your legs hanging on his shoulder.

You try to take in deep breaths as your eyes make contacts with his lust-filled ones. He tilts his head slightly with a naughty smirk.

"You can release one more, right darling? After all, you deserve this punishment."

takami keigo (hawks) — If only you weren't slow.

Sweetheart, you knew that you could never outrun him—so, why did you still do it? You are one dumb girl with a mediocre quirk, but he still loves you. It's just that your stupid mind persuaded you to leave him. Says who? He gave you no order about that—in fact, you have no rights to step away. Once he laid his eyes on you, he knew that he had to fly and catch you.

"Ngh-ah! Fuck! K-Keigo!"

"That's it. Moan my name, sweetheart."

He grabbed your hips before pulling it to his hips with a tight grip, hitting your g-spot perfectly. You hiss at the sensation as you gently place your forehead on the wall, trying to catch your breath. Hawks continued to thrust in your pussy, but it wasn't the usual way he does. He never would have acted so rough to you if you hadn't tried to hide and run away from him.

It aches his heart to put you in this position, but you need to learn your lesson.

Pants and groans escaped his lips as he pushed you more to the wall, drunk in bliss. He snakes his arms around your chest, grabbing one of your tits to twist your nipples and waist to hold you—he wants to feel your skin. Only moans are emitted from you as you try to pull away from him while clawing his arms.

"Ah, ah, ah. Sweetheart, you'll only make it worse. Hah... s-shit. J-Just allow me–ngh–to fuck you like this," he pauses as he pulls his hips until his tip is in you before slamming it deeply to your cunt, you arch your back greatly as you moan—uttering curses beneath your breath. "You'll eventually like this..."

Yes, you will like this. He'll do anything to keep you and a good hard fuck may help him hinder your ability to walk and run.

Maybe, that is a good idea—it'll let him keep watch of you. The thought of that made him more aroused as he slowly quickened his pace. Yet, you were too fucked up in pleasure to notice the malicious intent your boyfriend had in mind.

But it's okay, as long as he has you—he'll do anything.

"Sweetheart, you know I am the only man for you, oh—ngh? Ah—fuck... hmm, right?"

todoroki touya (dabi) — If only you were strong enough.

Dilly dally doll, such a beauty you are. Yet, you are such a fucking pain in the ass. You dare to escape from him—were you insane enough to consider that he'll never find you? Doll, you are wrong there. You have such a weak body with a weak quirk, he definitely doesn't want you to go to unknown places because he actually fucking cares about you. Maybe... there is another method to keep you by his side.

Deep grunts and vulgar words escaped the scarred lips of the villain as he gripped your plump sides, shooting thick ropes of white sticky liquid in your womb.

"Take it all like a good girl, doll. That's it." he licked his lips in satisfaction as he watched the erotic scene before him.

You look so pretty under him, just being a perfect cumdump for him. Although, he just hated your pettiness—who told you that you could leave him? Just because he accidentally put on a show of his ruthless killings of heroes in front of you, you had the nerve to escape. He is just doing his job, it's not really a big deal.

His eyes darken at the thought.

He pulled his dick out of your swollen pussy, letting the cum leak from your hole and giving a painful smack on your ass. A smirk forms on his face as he slides the leak sensually back into your hole, "That's the right place. Keep it in, doll. I really don't want you to piss me off again after that silly little stunt you've pulled."

You yelp in pain when you feel a stinging heat place on your clit as you comply with his order, carrying your body in a doggy position.

A boost of confidence fires in Dabi's core as he looks at your pussy clenching to hold his essence in you. But his ego wasn't the only one that fired in you, his huge cock was standing up again. He contemplates methods

Maybe, there is a way to let you stay with him.

Before you even attempted to get up from your bruising position, your face was suddenly pushed on the bed mercilessly, your ass at a higher height with an inviting pussy, and you felt a prodding tip in your entrance as it was gone in.

A loud moan from you echoed the room smelled of sex and sweat as Dabi let out a hiss to your tightness even if your mixed essence with his served as a lube.

"Touya! Wait, I-I just came!" you exclaimed, turning your head to the side.

A deep chuckle emitted from his chest as he snapped his hips against yours. You felt a protruding bulge on your belly when he snapped, jerking your body in reaction. His eyes held a purpose behind those lust and temptation as he leaned down, marking you with hickeys.

"I need to make sure that my baby mama doesn't waste a drop of my cum. I am certain you'll be a great mama, doll."

all dividers are from @cafekitsune, thank you <33

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wallfl0wer-babe · 8 months

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His Perfect Mate (Touya x AFABReader) 18+

18+ CONTENT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

(Red Riding Hood AU)

Content Warning- Unprotected sex, heat, marking, mating, mating press, creampie, pregnancy kink, breeding, lactation mention, knotting, size kink, rough sex, virginity loss

Trigger Warning- Harassment, sexual assault, killing, death, gore

Synopsis: Touya's been madly in love with you since the two of you were kids and you saved him from a hunters trap. Since then he's been holding back his strong urge to mate with you, but when his heat starts unexpectedly and your life is put in danger he can no longer hold himself back.

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Touya whimpered out in pain from the fresh burns that littered his body, burns from the flames that had claimed his family's life. He had managed to escape but in his frantic state he had gotten himself stuck in foothold trap. In his injured state he could do nothing but howl out in pain and lay there waiting for death. Through tear-blurred eyes he made out a flash of red making its way toward him. He closed his eyes waiting for a harsh blow to the head, but it never came, instead he felt the foot trap loosen and heard a sweet voice calling out to him. Mustering the last of his strength he moved his foot away from the trap before his body collapsed from exhaustion.

He woke up in unfamilar, but cozy bed, wrapped in bandages. He jerked back with a wince at the sight of you kneeling beside the bed, looking at him with curious eyes. "I'm so glad you're finally awake! Are you hungry?" Touya was taken aback by your caring nature, eyeing you with suspicion. "Oo-kay, can you tell me how to find your family? I'm sure they're worried about you." Touya's eyes burned, blood leaking from them instead of tears as he let out a strangled sob, his voice hoarse from the smoke intake. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry, here." You gently dabbed at his eyes with a handkerchief before carefully unwrapping the bandages on his face and rubbing a soothing ointment into his burns. "I'm sorry about your family, but you can stay here if you want, I'm sure my grandma won't mind." You gave him a small reassuring smile, redressing his face with fresh bandages. "I've never seen a wolf-hybrid before, your ears and tail are so cute!" Touya was taken aback by your compliment, you had just seen his disfigured face, yet you were completely unbothered and calling the features his kind was disgusted and condemned for cute. In that moment his instincts flared up from you two's connection, bonding him to you. Touya had never experienced such a thing all he knew was that he suddenly overcome with the overwhelming need to be near you, protect you, care for you. He didn't care how long it took he was going to make you his. You would be his mate.

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Sweat dripped down Touya's toned chest as he chopped firewood, despited it being spring the days and nights still seemed to belong to the winter season "Ready to head to the town Touya?" You asked, handing him his shirt and a hat to cover up his ears. He simply grunted out a gruff 'yes' as he did his best not to salvate over the way you looked in the well-fitted floral sundress he'd seen your grandmother make for you. Misreading his gaze as one of judgement you frantically tried to explain yourself. "I figured since it's actually acting like Spring today I should wear it, especially since grandma put so much work into it. Is it too much? Should I change real quick?" Touya shook his head, taking your cloak and throwing it over his shoulder with his own. "You look nice, now let's go before the damn weather changes again." You smiled at your feet at his words, something that didn't go unnoticed by Touya. Your days as little red were far behind you, your body now matured and filled out with womanly curves that were hard to go unnoticed. Dabi was more than aware of how uncomfortable you could get when it came to your body, having witnessed the negative attention you received from sleazy town men because of it. On nearly every occasion he'd viciously mauled the man or men, and though it could be considered overkill, Touya's strength and eagerness to protect you always left your heart fluttering and slick pooling in your panties. At this point pretty much every town sleaze wouldn't dare make advances towards you, especially when you had you guard-dog with you, however, you still preferred to spend as little time there as possible as every time the two of you went you seemed to run into some sort of complication.

You were finishing up your last errand when Touya suddenly started acting strange. He had been drowning out you and the thread vendors conversation, monitoring your surroundings, when the preliminary wave of his heat washed over him. Soaked in sweat and with lustful desires or the verge of taking over him he hastily excused himself, slipping through the shadows like the predator he was until he reached the forest.

Typically he would've been more prepared for his heat, making sure to distance himself from you until it was over, confining himself to a small den he'd built for this exact function. But the odd weather seemed to have thrown him and his instincts off, leaving him here to deal with the maddening desire he held for you. The worst part of it was the fact that the moment his preliminary heat hit he suddenly became aware that you were ovulating. He could sense it, your scent oozed with fertility and hormones, adding fuel to the raging fire that was his pent-up urges.

His breathing grew heavy and his pupils dilated at the thought of stuffing your womb with his seed and having you carry his pups. He could feel his cock throb in need as it stiffened in his pants. He had to get to his den and away from you, he'd apologize once his heat had ended and he could control himself around you.

His sense of reason quickly disappeared and was replaced with pure rage at the sound of your shrill scream and your scent becoming one of fear. His urges now of a strong protective nature.

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"When are you and that boy gonna get married?" The thread vendor, Edith, an old friend of your grandmother asked, wrapping up the threads you had purchased. You nervously laughed, it wasn't unlike the woman to ask these sort of questions, never failing to make you and or Dabi uncomfortable.

"You know we're not together Edith." The older woman scowled "And why the damn not? You two would make a fine couple, some cute kids too." Your face heated up at her comment, for once thankful Touya wasn't by your side. "Touya just doesn't think of me like that." You said, trying to ignore the pang in your heart the statement caused. "That's some nonsense if I've ever heard it. That boy's been following you around like a lovesick fool since the two of you were young and you're gonna try and tell me he isn't in love with you." You placed the thread in your basket, avoiding the piercing gaze of the woman, at a loss for words from her remark.

"You youngin's always got to make things for difficult. Believe me dear I'd love nothing more than to try and talk some sense in to you, but I think it best if you go find that boy and head home, I can feel a storm comin', a bad one, and I don't want you two getting caught in it." As if her words had summoned it a sudden cold in the air brought a chill to your bones. You gave the woman a smile "Thank you Edith." She gently patted your cheek, "You get along now dear, and tell your grandmother I said hi." You nodded before leaving to find Touya, who you assumed with his anti-social tendencies was already waiting for you outside the town.

Snow was already heavily falling when you reached the towns gate, causing your body to shiver and turning your breath to vapor. The streets were empty, everyone having already confined themselves in their homes in preparation for the storm.

The sound of a man whistling behind you causing a sinking feeling in your stomach and you to become frozen where you stood. "Where's that freak who always hangs 'round ya?" He stood in front of your frozen form, a sick grin on his face. "Isn't she a pretty sight boys?" You could hear the approaching steps of two other men, panic surging through you as you desperately urged your body to move. "I'm gonna enjoy playin' with you." The man said, tightly grabbing a handful of your ass, the contact seemed to activate an impulse, making you deliver a powerful kick to the mans crotch that caused him to fall to his knees in pain.

Your body now back online you made a break for the forest, hoping your familiarness with the terrain would help you to evade the men until you could find Touya. "What are ya standin' there for, get that bitch!" The man ordered the other two through clenched teeth, trailing after them as soon as he'd gotten over the shock and pain your kick had caused.

The sounds of twigs snapping under heavy feet not far behind you had you tearing threw the forest in the fastest sprint you'd ever done, your eyes watery from the wind, causing your sight to become blurry making it all the harder to recognize where in the forest you were.

Your foot suddenly caught on a thick tree root causing you to plummet to the ground with a shrill scream. The men were on you before you had a chance to pick yourself off the ground, holding you down and covering your mouth with a grimy palm to prevent you from making a ruckus. The man you had kicked joined the men, standing over you with a grin more sickening than before. "You're gonna regret that bitch." He said, leaning down and wrapping his hand around your throat. He laughed as you choked for air, only tightening his grip to the point black dotted your vision.

One of his lackeys suddenly let out a blood-curdling scream that quickly died in his throat as he was ripped away from you and had his neck snapped by a seething Touya. Touya easily tore open the stomach of the other lackey with his long razor-sharp claws, before rushing at the man quivering in top of you with a now loose grip around your throat with a snarl and ripping out the mans jugular with his fangs. Touya tossed the mans mangled corpse to the ground and wiped the blood from his mouth.

He anxiously rushed to your side panic overtaking him at the sight of your limp form with bruises forming on your neck. He let out a sigh of relief after finding your pulse. Taking your unconscious form in his arms he couldn't help but to take a deep inhale of your sweet and alluring scent.

Despite his mind and body that were under the influence of his heat being greatly affected by your presence Touya was still mindful of the snow that was heavily falling and coating the ground in addition to the unforgiving frosty winds that nipped at his and your flesh. At the rate of which the snow was now falling he knew your grandmothers house was too far away and trying to get there would only result in the two of you getting caught up in the blizzard and freezing to death. His best option was his den, as it was close enough and had pelts as well as food and water he had stashed there when preparing for his heat. Doing his best to shield your body with his own he quickly rushed towards his den with a sense of urgency.

You woke up wrapped in a sheepskin pelt, your sundress soaked from melted snow clinging to your body uncomfortably and sending a shiver up your spine. Terror gripped your mind as you frantically took in your unfamiliar surroundings until you spotted Touya hunched over in the corner facing away from you. "Touya?" He stiffened at your voice and his breathing grew heavier as you got closer to him. His body was on fire and his cock was painfully hard and begging to be buried inside your tight cunt. "Touya, what's wrong?" The feeling of your fingers brushing against his arm leading him to roughly pin your body against the wall and bury his face in your neck, inhaling your addicting scent with a growl. "Fuck, Doll...sorry...I can't control myself anymore!" He began to grind his large bulge into you, panting heavily and letting out groans in your ear. To say you were shocked would be an understatement, you had never seen him so riled up and it made you start to feel needy yourself.

Touya could smell your arousal and it made him go feral. "Let me make you mine Doll...Fuck...Be mine and I'll be yours, please." He pulled away from your neck to look into your eyes, his gaze full of love and desire. You felt your heart flutter at his words, and returned his gaze with just as much intensity. "I'm already yours." Touya captured your lips in a passionate kiss, tangling his tongue with yours and gently sucking on it.

He carried you over the pile of pelts and laid you atop it, finally pulling away from the lip-bruising kiss while his tail wagged from excitement. He tore your dress to shreds, leaving your body exposed to his hungry gaze. Touya quickly did the same with his own clothing, finally freeing his angry cock from the confines of his pants with a sigh. He couldn't resist squeezing the plump flesh of your breasts, groaning at the way the fat spilled through his fingers. "Fuck Doll, such pretty tits, perfect for producing milk for our pups." His cock twitched, imagining the way your boobs would grow more ample and overflow with sweet milk all for his young and him to feast on. "You'd be such a good mommy Doll, so fertile and submissive for me."

You whimpered as he lightly nipped at your shoulder "Take such good care of your Doll, just let me breed you, let me make you my mate." His turquoise eyes looked at you pleadingly, as is it hurt him not to be connected to you. You'd never felt happier, wanting nothing more than to share a life and bond with the man you were so deeply in love with. "Please Touya, claim me, breed me, I want...I need it so bad!" Touya let out a loud possessive growl at your words, sheathing his entire length and knot inside you and biting down hard into the flesh where your neck met your shoulder to mark you as his mate. The actions tore a moan of pleasure and pain from you, your nails digging into his shoulders making him grunt. The pain quickly eased into a distant ache as Touya lapped at the wound affectionately while shallowly thrusting inside you.

"So good for me Doll, such a perfect mate...Fuck, I love you." He captured your lips in another passionate kiss, on the verge of losing himself to the way your pussy wrapped around his cock so perfectly. "Love yo....Love you too." You panted out, the way he stuffed your cunt with his thick cock making your mind melt. Your words lifted a weight from Touya's chest, but also made his remaining string or restraint snap, causing him to let his heat take over.

He began to erratically thrust inside your pussy, obsessed with breeding you. "Such a good mate for me Doll, you take my cock so well- Fuck yeah, keep clenching around my cock like that!" His filthy words only added to the insane pleasure his cock battering your virgin pussy, molding it to its shape and dragging deliciously against the spots that left you seeing stars.

Your eyes rolled back in your skull as he increased his pace and massaged your clit with his thick and calloused fingers. "ah ah Tou...Touyaaa!" You moaned out, your mind going fuzzy from overwhelming pleasure and your rapidly approaching release. "Let go Doll, cum on this thick cock for me~" Your back arched and your body tensed in ecstasy as waves of euphoria washed over you, leaving your body a quivering mess.

"Fuck such a lewd slut for me, milking my cock with that greedy pussy, your womb's dying to be pumped full of my seed isn't she~" Your mind was too blissed out from your intense orgasm to register his filthy words, the only thing you could think about was the feeling of being impaled on his meaty throbbing cock and the need to be stuffed full of his potent cum.

Feeling on the verge of his own release he folded you into a mating press, throwing your legs over his shoulders so he could fuck deeper inside you. He began to pound into you with slow and powerful thrusts that rocked your sensitive and fucked out body, battering and bruising your cervix with their force.

"Oh fuck Doll, I'm gonna flood your fertile womb with my seed, make this sexy body swell with my pups and your fat tits leak milk-Fuck I'm gonna bust ngh~!" He forcefully shoved his knot inside you, locking his cock in place within your snug pussy as he shot his seed into your womb and stained your walls with his thick and plentiful release. The two of you let out a string of moans and groans in unison as he spilled his hot cum inside you.

By the time his knot died down your eyes were drooping in exhaustion and your stomach was bulging from his massive load. Touya remained inside you, wanting to keep you stuffed with his seed to ensure you'd end up pregnant. He gently brushed away the sweat soaked hair that clung to your face, giving your swollen and bruised lips a soft and tender kiss. "You did so good for me Doll, get some rest." With his permission you let sleep overtake you, for a few hours at least before his heat flared up again.

When the two of you returned to your grandmother you were greeted with a knowing look and a lecture before she presented the two of you with wedding plans she had drawn up several years prior.

#+18 content #fanfiction #no minors allowed #reader insert #smut #bnha #minors do not interact #bnha dabi #dabi #dabi x reader #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #mha dabi #touya x reader #touya smut #dabi smut

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nohoney · 10 months

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loved loved loved ur absent baby daddy touya! I love asshole! touya stories but him being a sweetheart? it hits me sooo hard plus I am a heavy sucker for pregnancy stories like yes touya who did it all traditional? dating the love of his life, proposing, marriage, going hot and heavy during their honeymoon and then knocking his sweet little wife up? I could die

ugh you and me both nonny (/▽＼*)｡o○♡

You get one chance to do something on the first try with no mistakes or interruptions. No breaks or time offs, just getting it on the first try and having it be your last.

Touya is your first and last.

He wasn’t exactly a good boy-next-door neighbor crush. Honestly he was kind of a punk, sometimes acting out just because he could. It did land him a brief stint in juvie and he was on probation for a hot minute. But he was always yours the moment he passed you a note during math class in middle school saying he wanted you to be his girlfriend.

Middle school relationships rarely last, especially when you transition into high school. You and Touya stay a strong couple at the end of high school graduation.

He stayed behind at town to work while you went off to university in a farther city. Usually couples that do long distance in college would eventually split right? Not you and Touya. Weekend dates, sexting, video calls, and time off you got from school would be spent back home with him. It only made you antsier to graduate with your degree because at the end of that milestone would be another one.

An engagement ring already waiting for you.

Your father was a little peeved that Touya didn’t ask his permission to marry you, but he also knew his future son-in-law wasn’t the type to do such a thing. So you marry in a small, intimate ceremony with only immediate family and selected close friends to see the union.

The newlyweds return from the honeymoon with the happy glow of husband and wife… along with poorly hidden hickies and bruises as well. When people ask what you and Touya did on the honeymoon, it’s plainly obvious from the lack of stories that you and him aren’t able to give that all you did was just fuck. Not that the two of you weren’t doing that already a long time ago, but it’s amazing that the two of you could stay this horny for one another after all the years have passed.

No one is surprised that you announce that you’re pregnant within a few months into your marriage.

#the childhood friends to married pipe dream just makes me (/▽＼*)#oh to be disgustingly in love with the punk kid touya and to have him end up being your husband???#and being his happy lil wife too!!! absolutely dreamy #we definitely need more sweetheart touya as well as asshole touya too #dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #dabi fluff #k.inbox

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touyafootfetish · 13 days

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Runaway Drabble

touya todoroki x reader

summary: after waking up in a strange facility, touya will try anything he can to get back home

warnings: none

no use of y/n - gn!reader

"I have to go back! Please, I need to go home!"

That boy had been asleep since you came to this place. But after three years, he finally woke up. You had heard from the doctors that his name was Touya, but that’s all you knew. Since he got out of bed, he’d been begging the doctors and Sensei to let him go home. Of course, they wouldn’t let him. This place was his home now, just like it was yours.

That boy continued to sulk all day, even after Sensei had left when it was time for bed.

Like you, Touya wasn’t in bed tonight. He was perched on a windowsill, peering out the large window. You could see a distinct seriousness on his face through the reflection. He must really want to leave with a look like that. When you saw him earlier, you didn’t talk to him. No one did since he looked so upset.

You pulled your jacket tight around your body as you made your way over. The stupid thermostat never worked, so it was always cold. You don’t say anything when you climb onto the windowsill with the boy. Touya seems to notice you, but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t even look at you. You notice staples on either side of his face. He had a ton of burn scars, too.

Were they from his quirk?

“What happened to you, Mr. Sleepy Head?” you ask, sitting with your legs crossed. You’re trying to be quiet since you’d get in trouble if Sensei saw you guys out of bed. He might bring you back to the Dark Room. You hated that room. You’ve been on your best behavior since the last time Sensei took you there.

Since Touya was going on about how he wanted to run away all day, you figured you would warn him about the crazy things that happened here.

“Who cares? It’s not like I’m staying in this place forever,” Touya grumbled. He wrapped his arms tighter around his legs. He was curled up so tight that he looked tiny. Then again, Sensei mentioned Touya was smaller than most boys his age. “I’m going home.”

There he goes again.

Doesn’t he realize that he can’t leave? None of the kids here were allowed to leave, even if they had family waiting for them at home. If they had strong quirks, the man in the Dark Room took them away and brought them here.

Sure, Touya was here before you. Except, he was asleep the whole time. He didn’t know these people like you did. He didn’t know this place like you did.

“You— all of you. You’re all stupid for staying here.” Touya says. “If you all have such great powers, why don’t you fight and run away?” he asked. He didn’t wait for an answer. He turned to you, holding out his hand. A bright blue flame appeared in the palm of his hand.

Your eyes widened as the hot flame warmed the air around you. You hadn’t seen anything like it before, and you were mesmerized. You’ve never seen a fire quirk with blue flames.

“Wow, you’re incredible, Touya!” you quietly exclaim. “Did you get training before they brought you here? Your flame is so strong,” Touya grinned and nodded before his flame disappeared. Before he came here, he was probably still in junior high. Too young to be in any kind of hero course. “Who trained you?”

“Hm, my dad taught me. He’s the pro hero Endeavor.” Touya shifted so he sat criss-crossed like you.

He had this proud smirk on his face. His old man is the number two hero, after all. After a while, his expression became sad.

“I have to get home, you know? I still need him to train me. I’m going to be a powerful hero, just like him.”

“But how? You know Sensei won’t let you leave. Most of us have given up on getting away,” you sighed. You shut your eyes, leaning against the cold glass behind you. “And I like you, so I don’t want them to punish you for trying anything dumb,” you say.

“So what! Didn’t you see my flame just now? I’m probably the strongest one here, idiot!”

You open your eyes to glare at him. “Shush, Touya! Someone might hear you.” Touya rolled his eyes at your words. “You’re the idiot for thinking’s like that,” you tell him. “You’ll get yourself killed.”

“Nuh-uh! Come on, don’t you think it’s worth a shot? I bet we could escape this— this prison.” Touya says. He looks at you and starts jabbing your forehead with his finger.

“Hey. Let’s runaway from here. Just us, okay?”

WC: 789

#touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki #dabi x reader #dabi todoroki #dabi mha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha spoilers #bnha spoilers #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #gn reader #mha x gn!reader

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 4 months

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Dabi being obsessed with his sister HC

Warnings: yandere personality, sibling x sibling, dubcon, just a reason to write out this scenario, dark content, very dark, mdni for your own safety, coercion, dabi being a lil tyrant, innocent goody hero!reader, yes sibling incest involved, again don’t read if you don’t like any of the tags, non canonical timeline obv, aged up!reader, dark content be ahead!, 18+ only, i really have no excuse for this 🤷🏽‍♀️

From the hair, Dabi knew right off the bat that you were one of the many Todoroki children; his sibling

What he didn’t anticipate was how much power you would have over him the moment you met his ice blue gaze

A morbid obsession forms in that instant

His signature crazed grin emblazoned on his face that makes you squirm uncomfortably. You’d heard that this villain, Dabi, was once your eldest brother Touya. This patched up monster couldn’t possibly be Touya. Even if you didn’t remember him much, his pictures looked nothing like the creature that stood before you amidst blue flames.

“You’ve certainly grown into a lovely young lady.” He practically cooes out with that husky voice of his. To force more distance between both of you, you lash out with your flame whips to get him back. White hot flames bite at Dabi but instead of hissing in pain, Dabi’s grin stretches wider. Like he was proud of you and your quirk. Where was your back up? You were strong but there was no way you were winning a fight against this seasoned villain.

You’re about to call out for Shoto who you were always paired with as twins were endeared by the public. Before you could even push the first syllable out of your mouth, Dabi moves in a flash and has his hand covering your mouth as he tackles you to the ground.

“Look at those pretty mismatched eyes.” He’s chirping while he paws at your face, turning it this way and that. You’re shocked still at his actions. He could have easily killed you then and there. But he didn’t. When your brain starts to work again, you use your fiery hot quirk to dispel him away from you. Your quirk was affecting him physically but Dabi didn't mentally acknowledge the damage that was eating away at what skin remained on his arms. Charring it until the flames even started to eat away at the leather stapled patches that were covering the previously damaged parts of his skin.

There wasn't much you were afraid of except for your father. But Dabi not reacting to the pain terrified you. What human didn't feel pain?

"Aw what's wrong baby sister? Do I scare you? Yeah I know I don't have much of a pretty face anymore." His hand rubs against his chin, thinking back to what age you must have been when he'd "died". "Rest assured though, I'm your big brother." Like that would make everything better. He was still speaking so sweetly to you.

Why wasn't anyone else showing up? You didn't like the hungry stare that refused to leave you.

You swallow back fear that hammered in your throat "Villain, stay where you are. You have the right to remain silent, but any villainy you commit can and will be used against you in the court of justice."

Dabi really laughs at that. "Oh you're cute." He holds out his wrists in surrender. "You gonna handcuff me Ms. Hero? I'm sure you'll become Japan's Number One Hero if you bring me in." Mockery drips off every word. He wasn't taking you seriously.

Finally you feel the stinging cold of Shoto's ice strike past you and toward Dabi. It was clear that he rushed all the way there. Behind him are the rest of the heroes assigned to the district.

With ease, Dabi dodges the icy spikes of Shoto's fury. He cocks his head your way. No matter what his eyes never strayed from you. "What do 'ya say, Ms. Hero? When you're ready, come find me."

He was gone, swift in his retreat.

His whole reason for being changed that day. The Paranormal Liberation Front had never really been his passion anyway. It was just his means of getting revenge against Endeavor. But he realized he could have his cake and eat it too.

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heich0e · 1 year

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drip - touya todoroki/f!reader (2.4k) follow up to thaw, touya's first love series (title will change lmao), unrequited love, implied angst (nothing explicit), shoto/reader, pining, mentions of mental health + addiction treatment, misadventures in amateur plumbing.

"Your mom told me you finally found a place!"

Touya pauses as he stirs his cup of coffee (three sugars, no milk) at the kitchen counter.

"Yeah," he grunts, tapping the spoon against the brim of the mug to shake off the few drops that still cling to it. The sound the metal makes as it raps against the brim is nice, a little ding! ding! ding! ringing through the quiet kitchen of Rei’s home.

Touya’s been living at his mother’s house since he got out of treatment a more than a year prior. You don’t know much about Touya’s stay at the treatment facility, just that it was long, located at a bougie complex a few hours outside of the city, and that Enji was the one to foot the bill.

Penance, if nothing else, in the form of financial restitution.

“Are you gonna miss it here?” you ask, fiddling with the sleeve of your top as you sit at the kitchen table.

Touya snorts into the brim of his cup of coffee.

“I’m twenty-eight and living with my mother.”

“The loveliest mother in the world,” you remind him pointedly.

Touya takes a long sip of his drink, but doesn’t disagree.

It’s quiet for a moment, Touya sipping his very sweet coffee and you plucking at the loose string on your cuff.

“I’ll miss the garden,” he finally says, his eyes fixed on the carefully landscaped greenery outside the kitchen window.

It’s Rei’s passion, tending to it. She cares for it enormously, and is always out there working away at it whenever the weather allows, planning for the planting season when the ground is too cold to till. The garden is as much a piece of her as any of her children, the life she fosters there as precious to her as her own, and you know that even without Touya saying it, his admission is his own way of saying that he’ll be missing her when he’s gone.

“Will you need help moving in?” you ask, the loose thread finally snapping off from your top, pinched between your forefinger and thumb.

Touya turns to look at you then, setting his mug down on the kitchen counter.

“I don’t really think that’ll be necessary.”

Three weeks later you’re in a little flat, setting down a heavy box marked ‘CDs and shit’ on the only open patch of floor within sight.

“That’s the last one,” Natsuo says as he files into the apartment behind you, and Touya’s head pops out from the adjoining kitchen to survey the scene.

“Oh, great. Thanks.”

Shoto turns the corner from the bathroom. “I think your hot water tap is leaking.”

“Good sign for day one in the new place,” Natsuo snorts.

Touya rolls his eyes.

“Did you carry that one by yourself? It was heavy,” Shoto says to you, eying the box by your feet.

“I’m very strong,” you say proudly, flexing your muscles jokingly.

Shoto’s lip ticks up a little at the corner.

“Of course,” he agrees with a nod, reaching up and squeezing your (practically non-existent) muscle.

“Touya, do you want our help unpacking or were you just using us for our braun?” you laugh, turning towards the eldest Todoroki son still hovering in the doorway to the apartment’s tiny kitchen.

“Nah, Fuyumi and Mom said they’d come by later this week to help, but I’ll probably have it done by then,” he shakes his head.

“Dude you’ve got like a million boxes and the worlds tiniest apartment, where are you even gonna put all this shit?” Natsuo pipes up, ruffling the hair at his nape as he surveys the cluttered, one-room apartment.

“I’ll figure it out,” his older brother shrugs, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“Well, if you’re not making us help you unpack, should we eat? I’m starving!” Natsuo groans, clutching his stomach dramatically.

“You’re always starving,” Shoto supplies flatly, and his older brother pouts.

“I worked up an appetite doing all the heavy lifting while you weaklings wasted time out there!”

“Hey, that’s rude,” Shoto counters, and he juts his thumb over to you, “she’s very strong.”

You laugh, leaning against your boyfriend’s arm. You stick your tongue out at the middle son jokingly, and he feigns offence.

“I’ll buy us dinner,” Touya says, fishing his wallet out from his pocket. He pulls out a few bills from the creased, tattered leather. “You guys go pick something up, get some beer or something too.”

Natsuo swipes the bills eagerly from his big brother’s hand.

“Sho, you’ll drive?” Natsuo calls back over his shoulder, already heading for the door.

Touya ducks wordlessly back into the kitchen to keep unpacking.

Shoto turns to you when he notices you’re making no move to leave. He tilts his head curiously as he peers down at you.

“You guys go,” you say, brushing your hand down his arm gently. “I’ll stay and help clear a spot for us to eat.”

“Okay,” he agrees quietly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His lips linger there for a moment before pressing another to your nose, then your cheek, and finally your lips.

When he pulls away your eyes flutter open, though your unsure when exactly you’d closed them. You feel your heartbeat in your ears as his face comes back into focus, as handsome as they day you’d met him and equally as dizzying.

“Be good,” he says, patting you lightly on the bum. You shove him playfully, and he makes a big show of stumbling away. “So strong,” he quips, that same little smile on his lips as earlier, heading towards the door.

Once the door to Touya’s new apartment swings shut behind Shoto, you look around the room to come to terms with the task ahead of you. There are boxes everywhere in varying shapes and sizes, but you figure that if you unpack the CDs and the DVD’s onto the little entertainment console in the corner and push the rest of the boxes against one wall, there should be at least enough space for the four of you to sit on the floor and eat whatever the boys bring back.

You sigh, pushing the box marked ‘CDs and shit’ towards the other side of the room with your foot.

Touya shuffles into the living room some time later, the box now half unpacked, and jumps a little when he sees you sitting on the floor in the corner with CDs in your hands.

“Fuck!” he exclaims with a fright, clutching at his chest.

You blink at him curiously from the floor.

“I thought you went with them to get food!” he explains, sounding vaguely annoyed but looking rather embarrassed, gesticulating with the free hand not clutching the small toolkit at his side.

“No, I thought I’d stay back and help clear up enough space to eat,” you reply, eying the little kit in his hands. “What’s that for?”

Touya follow’s your gaze to the tools.

“Shoto mentioned a leaky tap. I was gonna go check it out.”

“Need a hand?”

You hold the flashlight while Touya angles his body into the cabinet under the bathroom sink to get a better look at the issue.

“Is this okay?” you ask quietly, knees aching as they press against the cold tile floor.

Touya grunts affirmatively. “’S good.”

You try to keep your hands steady as you point the light into the cabinet, uncertain if you’re even doing much to help at all.

“Hey,” Touya’s disembodied voice calls from inside the cabinet, “can you pass me the slip-joint pliers?”

You glance down at the open tool kit on the floor, on the other side of Touya’s narrow waist. He’s down on his back, half his body crammed into the rickety old vanity to access the problematic pipes and valves. His t-shirt has rucked up over his tummy, exposing a little stretch of scarred flesh on his lower abdomen.

“Um, Touya…”

Touya’s curious face peeks out from under the sink, his brow furrowed.

You grimace.

“…What are slip-joint pliers?”

He snorts a little, slipping back out of sight.

“They look kinda like a lobster claw,” Touya’s hand reaches up and imitates pincers and you stifle a laugh, rifling through the toolkit for something similar.

You hand him what you think is correct, but he immediately hands them back to you.

“Those are linesman pliers. Slip-joints are on more of an angle.”

“How do you even know this stuff?” you mutter, digging through the toolkit again.

“I dunno,” Touya replies, accepting the second tool you hand him (obviously the correct one this time, considering he doesn’t hand them back), “just… learned it, I guess. Just knowledge I picked up over the years, or whatever.”

You hold the flashlight up, still kneeling at his side. He grunts a bit, wiggling this way and that under the cabinet, vague clinking and clanking that you can’t name the cause of happening out of sight.

“Can you try that tap now?”

You rise to your feet as Touya slips out from under the sink, and you reach up to turn the tap. A sudden violent spray of hot water erupts from underneath the tap (not the faucet) spraying you directly in the face.

“Oh, shit!” you shriek in surprise, your hands reaching up to shield your face out of sheer instinct.

“Oh, fucking— fuck!” Touya scrambles to his feet, trying to protect you from the spray of water with his own body, reaching for the tap and wrenching it closed.

It snaps off in his hand.

“Oh! Mother fuckin—shit!”

You’re still screaming, and now Touya is too. He drops to his knees on the floor, grabbing you by the collar of your shirt and wrenching you down with him away from the splash zone. He reaches under the sink and turns the lever to shut off the hot water supply, and the two of you are left soaking wet on the bathroom floor with your chests heaving as you pant.

He blinks at you, his white hair matted down to his forehead with water, his eyes wide in surprise.

A moment passes and all you can hear is the drip of the tap above you both.

And then you start to laugh.

Uncontrollably.

“That… was so… ha ha hahaha—”

“Are you okay?” Touya asks, his hands on your shoulder as he tries to get a good look at you, but even you can hear the laughter seeping into his voice.

You have tears pricking your eyes—what’s a bit more water, after all?—and you’re clutching at your chest from how hard you’re giggling.

“I guess you didn’t pick up as much knowledge as you thought you did,” you tease as your laughter finally peters out.

Touya hides a little smile behind his fist, looking away as his nose scrunches up.

“Guess not.”

Touya digs you out a sweatshirt from a box labelled “pots and pans” and you hide in the kitchen to change into it while he sops up the water all over the bathroom floor with some rags. Your t-shirt is soaked as you peel it off your body, and once you’ve pulled the soft material of Touya’s sweatshirt on you wring your t-shirt out in the kitchen sink to try and help it dry a little quicker.

“There’s a laundry room a few floors down, if you give me your top I can—“ Touya appears in the doorway, freezing when he sees you brushing your wet hair back from your face.

“That’s alright,” you decline the offer, “I’ll just put it over the radiator for now, and if it’s still a bit wet by the time I head home that’s not the end of the world.”

Touya nods, looking away.

He’s also changed out of his wet clothes, though you’re not sure when. He’s wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt that hangs away from his frame, just a little too baggy to be considered fitted, but still too small to be considered oversized. He has the general appearance of someone who’s lost some weight. You wonder if maybe those clothes are from when he was younger. Before the things that ended up sending him to treatment.

“I’m really sorry,” he says quietly, his cheeks growing a little rosy in the harsh fluorescent lighting. “I… don’t even know how I fucked that up so badly.”

You smile, shuffling towards the radiator on the other side of the room. You pat Touya on the shoulder as you pass.

“Don’t worry about it,” you say, meaning it. You lay your t-shirt out across the warmth of the heating unit, glancing at the eldest Todoroki from across the room. “Next time I’ll just bring an umbrella.”

Touya’s lips purse, but the expression curls a little at the corner of his mouth in mirth.

“I sprayed water in your face, and you’re still willing to help with a next time?”

You shrug, returning to your place in the corner where you’d been sorting CDs before your impromptu shower. “How else am I gonna learn about all those different tools?”

Touya laughs, really laughs, at that comment.

“Wanna come help me organize these?” you ask, holding up a handful of CDs. “We can probably get this box cleared before your brothers get back.”

Touya nods, shuffling over and taking a seat beside you on the ground.

“You’ve got terrible taste in music, by the way,” you remark.

Touya rolls his eyes, elbowing you gently in the side as he leans forward and grabs a handful of CDs from inside the box.

“I’ve had some of these since I was a kid,” he grumbles in response to your jibe.

“Didn’t this come out like a year ago?” you question him, holding up a terrible pop-album that can’t be explained away by adolescent tastes.

Touya snatches it out of your hand, shoving it gracelessly onto the shelf.

“Less talking, more unpacking.”

You smile a little to yourself, and keep sorting.

#touya x reader #touya x you #dabi x reader #dabi x you #touya todoroki #touya todoroki x you #touya todoroki x reader #bnha writing #bnha drabble #writing

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lunagojo · 1 year

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Various Anime Boys: Being Told "I love you" For the First Time (Part 4!)

Full disclaimer about this part, this is a partial revision of the first part, I decided to go more in depth with the first few guys I did :) I will continue to revise the rest of the boys I did in the first part <3 Please enjoy!

Featured: Satoru Gojo, Dabi / Touya Todoroki, Giyuu Tomioka

Warnings: Dabi being a bit rude

~ Part 1 ~ ~ Part 2 ~ ~ Part 3 ~ ~ Part 5 ~

Satoru Gojo

(love of my life <3)

“Y/NNNNNNNNN. Let’s go do sooommmeeethinnnnngggg. This is boooooring.” Satoru whined, reclining on your couch.

“You’re the one who decided to come over when you knew damn well I’m working on my thesis, Satoru.” You replied, brows furrowed in concentration as you typed away at your desk. The deadline for your paper was fast approaching and you were stressed, to say the least. That much Satoru could tell.

He stretched himself out, long limbs dangling off the sides of the plush sofa. “Why d’you need to do this stuff anyway? All it does is stress you out n’ keep you away from me.”

You had been friends with Satoru for years now, having met him back when you worked at a cake shop. You had commented on how his spending there would finance your whole university tuition, and it had gone from there.

He was handsome, of course. But also funny, endearing, and so unbearably annoying. But he did have a heart of gold, you had to admit, and a very blunt manner of speaking to say the least. He didn’t mince words when it came to people he didn’t like, and that was something that you admired. He spent so much money on you, too; you couldn’t understand why. Satoru insisted that he was merely giving you what you deserved, but some of the gifts had been of the more sentimental and intimate variety, like the custom made locket necklace he had made for you, when you had mentioned your grandmother had one just like it.

Suffice it to say, you had feelings for him, strong ones. But a small part of you had doubts, which would creep up just when you had mustered the strength to tell him. Satoru Gojo was a beautiful, strapping young man, perfect in nearly every way. How could he ever see you as anything more than a friend?

You snorted. “If I don’t get this in I’ll fail and I’ll have to repeat the whole year, and that’ll set me back. I need to make something of myself, Toru.”

He rolled off the couch and strolled over to your desk, placing his hands on your shoulders. “What if you took a break though? Just for tonight? C’mon, I miss you.”

You looked over your shoulder to see glimmering big blue eyes peering at you, a soft pout on Satoru’s lips. “You’re such a child,” You sighed, but relented for now. After all, he was here and he was doing nothing but distracting you. And a break did sound nice. “Fine. What do you wanna do?” You asked, resting back in your desk chair.

“Something fun.”

“Like…?”

“Iunno, let’s go out! Let’s see what’s playing at the theatre or if they got my favourite cake back in stock at the shop!” He pulled you out of your chair, grinning.

“Oh, of course.” You rolled your eyes, but you did enjoy seeing him smile. He was annoying as hell, but you had to admit…it was kinda cute. You stood, going to grab your keys. “Or, we could go stock up on snacks, find some dumb movies, come back here and stay up til 4 AM.” You suggested with a smile. Satoru’s smile widened and he grasped your hand eagerly.

“Yes! You’re a genius, Y/N! Let’s go!” He started to pull you toward the door.

“Hah, I love you, Satoru, you dork.”

He froze in place, looking back at you with huge eyes. “Wha?”

You blinked. “What?”

“You said you love me.”

“I did?” You looked confused.

“Yeah, you did.” He turned and smooshed your cheeks in his palms. “Do you mean it? You’re not just pulling my leg, are you? ‘Cause that would be beyond cruel, Y/N. I have a heart too, y’know!”

You chewed on your lip, heat rising in your face. You did love him. He was an idiot, but you didn’t want him to be anyone else’s idiot. Slowly you nodded, placing a hand over one of his.

His blue eyes softened and he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours. “Tell me again.” He murmured.

“I love you, Satoru Gojo.” You replied in a whisper, your eyes half-lidded but still locked on his.

Without second thought his lips met yours and he kissed you tenderly, his fingers tucking through your hair. You swore you could hear his heart thudding in his chest. When he pulled away, hesitantly, he smiled and grabbed your hand again.

“Dunno if we’re gonna be watching all too much of the movies,” He said with a wiggle of his brows. “But we can still try, I’m a good multitasker.” He looked back at you, his grin widening. “And, in case it wasn’t obvious, Y/N, I love you, too. I always have.”

Dabi / Touya Todoroki

(I love him sm, he deserved so much better... :( )

You were busy doing your university homework when you heard a tap on your window. Yep, it was 3 AM, about that time. Without hesitation you got up and went to the window, sliding it open.

Hazy blue eyes met yours as booted feet landed on the floor. “Thought you were gonna leave me out here to fuckin’ freeze.” Dabi said, grumbling as he maneuvered his way in.

“I came here as soon as I heard you,” You argued back. Never a thank you from Dabi, even though he had been crashing at your place for the past six months. You both had met almost a year ago, when the League of Villains had crossed your path on your way home from work one night. Their leader, some guy with a hand on his face, wanted to kill you in case you were gonna narc on them, but for some reason, a couple of the others in the group had stopped him. Dabi wouldn't stop staring at you that night.

Since then he'd show up at your place every night around 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning. He claimed it was because the cops and heroes would never suspect him to be hiding out in a random civilian's home, but you were somewhat suspicious of the validity of that. After all, he'd said it'd only be for a couple weeks and here you were six months later.

“Is your hot water back on again?” He asked casually, kicking off his boots. “I fuckin’ smell.”

“What kind of trouble did you get up to tonight?” You asked, wrinkling your nose. “You smell like a lawnmower.”

Dabi snorted. “None of your damn business, brat.” His words were harsh but his tone was almost tired. “Is it on again or not?”

You nodded, “Yeah, it's on. Washed the clothes you left the other night, too.”

Once again, not a thank you in sight as he went off to your bathroom, shutting the door behind him. You sighed. What were you doing? Why were you going to all this trouble for someone like him? You could just as easily lock your window and cut him off, but you didn't want to. A part of you felt that he needed someone to help him, be there for him. You could tell it was hard for him to show any sort of emotion other than gruff and bothered…and you could sense he had more pain and heartbreak than most people realized.

You went back to work on your homework, quietly writing away in your notebook. You tried to ignore the sound of the bathroom door opening and Dabi walking down the hallway.

Warm breath fanned across the back of your neck suddenly and you shivered in response.

“Why do you bother with this crap?” Dabi asked, leaning over your shoulder. He smelled like your body wash. You tried to hide the telltale blush growing on your face.

“Counter question. Why are you here, Dabi? It's been six months.”

“You know why, dumbass.”

You turned in your seat. “You're here every night now, you use my shower, sleep on my couch, eat my food, and I don't get any sort of appreciation or even a thank you. I'm harboring a fucking criminal in my apartment and you don't seem to be bothered.”

Dabi raised an eyebrow. “Yknow I could ask the same of you. Why do you keep letting me in, then? Washing my clothes, too, getting me those snacks I told you I like…why do you fuckin seem to care so much?!”

“Because I'm in love with you!” You blurted suddenly, hands balled into fists.

Dabi stood there, stunned. He rubbed the back of his neck. “You really are nuts, then.”

You breathed out a laugh, tears stinging your eyes. Turning back to your work, you tried to focus on your writing again. “Just leave me alone, Dabi.”

“Nah, don't think I will.” A hand slid along your shoulder. “Put that shit away and look at me, for God's sake.”

With a heavy sigh, you did as he said, only to be met with rough lips on yours. A sound of surprise escaped your throat but you melted into the kiss, fingers finding Dabi's damp black hair.

“There's a million places I could hide out,” he said against your mouth. “But I keep coming back here. Something pulls me back every time. I've never felt what love is, brat, but when I think of what it must feel like, I think of you.”

Giyuu Tomioka

(T_T i just wanna hug him and give him the love he deserves)

You had never seen Giyuu smile in the time you had known him. You two were close friends, but time spent with the Water Hashira was quiet and tranquil. You knew it was just the way he was, and didn’t mind it, but you had begun to wonder if he ever smiled at all. In the time that you had known each other, you had formed a deep bond and understanding of one another. It took you a long time to realize that you had feelings for him, but you could never tell him. It would ruin everything you both already had.

You two were returning from a mission one night, battered and exhausted from the fight you had just endured, and were intent on finding some place to sleep for the night. Ubuyashiki’s mansion and the Butterfly Manor were too far away, so it seemed like the only option for you both was to find an inn to rest in for the night, and then you could return properly the next morning.

You both finally found a place to stay for the night, but the owner of the inn charged you two an exorbitant amount of yen to stay. Giyuu huffed and, irritated, paid the man, before leading the way to your room silently. He had been dead silent the whole time you had traveled back, and this time, you were worried. Normally he would ask if you were okay or if you needed anything, but this time he was quiet.

“…Are you serious?” Giyuu asked, to nobody in particular, when he opened the sliding door. Only one futon.

You looked over his shoulder at the room and sighed. You had been looking forward to just going to bed after the hell you two had been through.

Giyuu sighed and ran a callused hand over his face, his blue eyes narrowed.

You glanced at him. “…Giyuu…You take the futon, I can just…figure something else out.”

“No.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “What?”

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor after what we just went through. We’ll just have to…sleep together, I suppose.” He looked away quickly, a small blush on his face.

“Sleep together?”

“Not…not like that,” He replied quickly, his face turning from pink to full-blown red. “Just…just sleeping. Beside each other.”

“If you’re okay with that, Giyuu, then I am.” You offered him a small smile, momentarily placing a hand on his arm as you entered the room. He was incredibly tense.

You both bathed first, one at a time, then returned to the room. Giyuu had gone first, and when you came back, he was perched on the futon, his haori and Demon Slayer Corps uniform folded neatly on the floor with his nichirin sword laid atop. He still had his underclothes on, but his torso was bare. You paused, studying his bare back and the various scars that adorned his pale skin. Your heart hurt when you suddenly realized how much Giyuu must have been through. Was that why he was so quiet, and distanced himself from everyone else?

“You’re letting all the cold in,” Giyuu said suddenly, startling you.

“Oh. Right. Sorry…” You quickly shut the sliding door behind you, setting your own clothing down on the floor before crawling under the thick comforter and settling on the futon. It felt heavenly to finally rest your weary, sore muscles.

Giyuu watched you for a moment before following your lead, settling in beside you. His blue eyes scanned your face.

“…What?” You asked, “Did I miss a spot of dirt on my face or something?”

“No,” Giyuu replied, a small tinge of pink rising in his face.

“Giyuu…”

“I’m…going to sleep. Goodnight, Y/N.” He said quietly, starting to roll onto his other side, so he would be facing away from you. You caught him by the arm, however, stopping him.

“…Have you been doing okay, lately? You’re way quieter than usual…I’m getting a bit worried about you.” You told him, your eyes meeting his again.

The Water Hashira sighed, “…I’ve been thinking.”

“About?”

“You.”

“Me?” You looked surprised. “Why?”

“…Because you terrify me.” He replied, and if you hadn’t seen the look on his face you would have thought he was joking.

“…Why?”

“It…doesn’t matter. Let’s just go to sleep, okay.” He sighed, closing his eyes.

Something came over you then. You didn’t know what it was, but you acted without really thinking it through first. Your hands cupped his face and you gently kissed him. It only lasted for a moment, but when you pulled away, Giyuu was looking at you with wide, stunned eyes.

His mouth moved, trying to form words, but nothing came out. “Wha…”He finally gasped out. “Why’d you…”

“…Because I love you, Giyuu. And I didn’t want to say anything because I was worried that it would ruin everything, and I’m sorry if it has, I just couldn’t—” You were cut off by another kiss, one instigated by him this time.

You gazed at him in surprise.

“You terrify me,” Giyuu said, holding your face in his hands. “Because I feel things for you that have been foreign to me for so long. I was…too afraid to say anything.” His lips pulled into a small but genuine smile. The first smile you had ever seen from him.

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

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doumadono · 8 months

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I’m really struggling with my borderline personality disorder. Like I’m feeling my split happening. I don’t have therapy until September. I don’t feel safe I am afraid I’ll blow up on my closest people because I’m getting so upset about people leaving me and it’s sending me into a split about how I knew they didn’t care, how they didn’t want me.

So I was hoping maybe Touya/Dabi where he sees you about to split, he sees you clenching your teeth and you’re snapping at anyone who talks to you and he knows it time to ground you because he could see how bad you’re getting.

There's more to us - Dabi x Reader

Warnings: mentions of emtional swing, f!reader Synopsis: as your anger and frustration teeters on the brink of an emotional split, Dabi unexpectedly becomes the comfort you've been seeking A/N: I'm truly sorry to hear that you're going through such a challenging time with your BPD. It's completely valid to feel the way you're feeling, but remember that you're not alone in this journey. While waiting for your therapy in September, consider reaching out to friends who can lend an understanding ear. It's important to remind yourself that your emotions are valid, and you don't have to go through this alone. You're stronger than you realize, and with time and support, you can find healthier ways to cope with your feelings. Stay strong, and please prioritize your well-being above all else ♥ I hope this fic brings you some comfort

MASTERLIST

The cramped League of Villains hideout was filled with an uncomfortable tension that seemed to cling to the air, intensifying with every passing moment. You, normally full of energy and wit, were now a storm of emotions on the brink of splitting. Clenched teeth and tense muscles were visible signs of the inner turmoil you were struggling to contain.

The tension was palpable. The air seemed heavy with unease, and the atmosphere was fraught with the telltale signs of a looming storm. Dabi leaned against a wall, his azure gaze flickering over the scene before him. He had seen this before — the rapid shifts in mood, the intense reactions to perceived abandonment — it was all too familiar. He recognized the signs of a potential split, a cascade of emotions that threatened to engulf everything in its path.

You were seated on the edge of a worn-out couch, your clenched fists trembling and your jaw tightly locked as if trying to contain the turmoil within you. Your voice, usually soft and warm, was edged with bitterness and frustration. Every word you spoke came out sharper, like daggers slicing through the air, and the way you snapped at Kurogiri and Shigaraki moments prior made it clear that your emotions were spiraling out of control.

Dabi's lips pressed into a thin line as he observed you, his mind calculating the best approach. He knew better than to let the situation escalate further. With a resigned sigh, he pushed himself off the wall and approached you cautiously, gauging your reaction. "Hey," he said softly, his voice a soothing murmur that contrasted with the storm inside you. "You're wound up, and I can see that. But snapping at everyone won't help."

You shot him a glance, your eyes a stormy mix of emotions, and then turned away, unable or unwilling to fully meet his gaze.

Dabi could see the storm swirling in your eyes, a tempest of fear, anger, and desperation. He sat down beside you, allowing a few moments of silence to hang between you before speaking again. "I've seen this pattern before, and I want to help you through it."

"Dabi, just leave me alone," you muttered, your tone a mix of defiance and vulnerability. "Just fuck off, man."

He sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I'm not here to piss you off, yeah. I get it, alright? It's not easy. But taking it out on them won't change a thing. I just want to help ya out, okay?"

Shigaraki perched on a high stool at the bar, an air of nonchalance masking his observant nature. His fingers idly tapped against the rim of the glass as he watched the scene unfold, his crimson eyes tracking every nuance of your reactions. It wasn't often that he paid such close attention, but something about your current state intrigued him.

Kurogiri, standing behind the bar with an air of elegance that was second nature to him, observed with equal attention. As he poured the deep amber liquid into a glass for Tomura, he couldn't help but glance at you occasionally, concern etched into his misty features.

You scoffed, your fingers digging into your palms as if trying to anchor yourself. "Help? You don't understand, Dabi. Nobody does, so please, fuck off," your voice laced with spite.

A flicker of empathy crossed Dabi's features. He understood that feeling all too well — the sensation of being trapped in your own emotional whirlwind. He paused, choosing his words carefully. "Maybe I don't understand everything, but I've seen you fight through this before, Y/N. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for."

You shot him another skeptical glance, your expression a mixture of vulnerability and defiance.

Dabi's cool demeanor belied the concern that burned beneath the surface. He reached out, his hand gently covering one of yours, the touch warm and grounding. "You've got people here who care, but pushing them away is only making things worse, yeah?'

You shivered involuntarily as Dabi's fingers brushed against your hand, a sensation that sent a jolt of both surprise and warmth through you. Your instinctive reaction was to withdraw your hand from his touch, a reflex born from a mixture of nervousness and uncertainty. However, his touch was unlike anything you had expected. Despite the initial shock, his calloused palm felt surprisingly warm, inviting, and oddly comforting. The contrast between your initial reaction and the reality of his touch sent conflicting signals racing through your mind. Your breath caught, a mixture of frustration, sadness, and desperation evident in your expression. "I'm just… I'm so afraid of being left behind. It's like everyone I care about is going to disappear, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Dabi smirked a little. The fear of abandonment, the sense of being unlovable - it was the hallmark of your condition. And as much as he was known for his aloofness, his stoic demeanor, he also had an uncanny knack for sensing what others needed. "I'm not leaving," he said firmly, his voice carrying a sense of reassurance that cut through the chaos in your mind. "None of us is. You're not alone in this, no matter how much it might feel that way."

Tomura's voice cut through the air suddenly, surprising you as he agreed with Dabi's words. A faint quirk of his lips hinted at an almost rare camaraderie between the two. "He's right. Sometimes, pushing people away only makes things worse. You're not the only one dealing with struggles though."

"Who knew I had it in me to be a motivational talker, huh?" Dabi grinned at his colleagues.

"Dabi and Tomura have a point. Emotions can be overwhelming, but they're also a source of strength if you learn to harness them. Control doesn't mean suppression - it means finding balance instead," Kurogiri added.

He could see tears forming in your eyes, a mix of vulnerability and relief. Your shoulders sagged as you finally allowed yourself to let go of some of the weight you were carrying. "I don't want to push people away," you whispered, your voice breaking.

Dabi nodded, his thumb gently brushing over the back of your hand. "It's a struggle, I know. But remember, you have control over your actions. Now, look at me," he said firmly, his voice carrying an edge that demanded your attention.

As you met his gaze, he continued, his words measured but resolute. "There's a wide range of negativity within me, yeah, a storm that used to tear me apart. But I stopped running from it. I embraced it, every jagged edge of it." His honesty was a stark contrast to the aloof facade he often portrayed. In that moment, his vulnerability was on display, a raw revelation of the internal struggle he had faced. "Embracing it, my inner demons," he continued, his voice steady, "it made me more focused. More powerful. The chaos became my strength."

As if the dam had burst, your emotions flowed out in a torrent. Your shoulders shook as tears fell, a mixture of pain and relief.

Dabi's arms wrapped around you, holding you gently but firmly, providing the anchor you so desperately needed. "I've got you."

You leaned into his touch, a mixture of exhaustion and relief washing over you. The storm within you hadn't completely dissipated, but Dabi's presence had provided a lifeline, a reminder that you weren't alone in this battle.

As the minutes ticked by, the tension in the room gradually began to ease. Dabi remained by your side, offering a quiet and unwavering presence that served as a stark contrast to the chaos you had been feeling. Slowly, your jaw unclenched, and the tightness in your chest began to subside.

"You know," Dabi said with a faint smirk, "I'm not exactly known for being the comforting type."

A small, genuine smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "No, you're not."

He chuckled softly, his eyes meeting yours with a spark of understanding. "But maybe I've got more empathy than I let on."

Tomura downed his drink, his lips curling into a faint smirk as he watched you and Dabi. As Dabi's fingers brushed against your skin and you leaned into his touch, Tomura couldn't help but let out a low, almost mocking "awwwww" sound. His voice held a mixture of amusement and teasing as he observed the unexpected camaraderie between you and Dabi. "Look at that, Kurogiri," he remarked, his smirk deepening. "Who knew Dabi could be someone's emotional support? It's like a twisted version of a feel-good movie."

"Maybe," Kurogiri mused, his fingers tapping against the bar counter, "there's more to us than meets the eye. More than just villains with quirks."

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dabislittlemouse · 1 year

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POTENTIAL SPOILERS

What would things even look like if Dabi fell in love? I don’t want to sound cheesy but I mean…his whole life for years now has been pushing for revenge. Getting back at his father, going out in a literal blaze of glory. He doesn’t seem to expect to survive past that point. And why would he want to?

But then you come along. He feels things he’s never felt before. For the first time, he sees a future for himself. A future with you.

That would have to shake things up quite a bit right?

Oh definitely! I’ll also do some analysis meanwhile, been a long time since I did them

♡ DABI IN LOVE ♡

Despite from my personal opinions, I’ll be keeping this as canon as possible, based on my analysis on his character, I’ve been studying this man’s thoughts and behavior for 3 years more than I studied for college lmfao

Since the day he was born, Dabi has dedicated his life to Endeavor: until the age of 13, when he was still Touya, he dedicated his life to make Endeavor proud. Then when Touya died and Dabi was born, he dedicated his life to make Endeavor suffer one day. So it’s easy to say, his life goals and purpose were always for Endeavor, his father totally consumed his life for worse.

So imagine, just imagine how his world would turn upside down when for the first time in his life, he sees another purpose in life which isn’t Endeavor..

It’s all very new to him, all his life Dabi’s emotions went around Endeavor, and for now it’s all about the hatred and revenge. But when you come in his life, and his cold heart starts feeling new things, he panicks and is extremely confused. Because he has never experienced something as good as this, the warmth on his chest when you smile at him cause when was the last time someone gave Dabi a genuine smile? People would fear and hate him, or see him as weak and useless like Endeavor did back then.

Dabi can’t help the way excitement fills his body when you praise him for how strong he is, how good he is leading things as the lieutenant of the Violet Regiment, how skilled he is at coming up with new strategies to bring the heroes down. You truly admire his intelligence and strength, and other people might too, but he likes to hear it from you.

Whenever he makes decisions or does things, his mind goes to you; what would you think if he did this? What would you say if he did that? What would you think if he wore this today?

That’s how Dabi is when he loves someone too much, he dedicates everything to them, he acts based on what his favorite/ beloved person would think about him. He did it with Endeavor back then, now he does it with you.

And let me tell you, he hates it at the same time, makes him feel so stupid and vulnerable cause who even are you to make him feel this way? How dare you? He has goals to achieve, a purpose, and you’re just.. there. Distracting him with that cute face of yours he wants to burn down and kiss so bad at the same time.

Dabi’s love is pure, when he loves someone he stays loyal to them, he has no ill intentions, he’d never use them for any selfish purpose. He knows how it feels like to be used for a selfish purpose and then tossed away when you didn’t fulfill it. He knows how it feels like to have your emotions and thoughts ignored, to be neglected by people you love, to be seen as unimportant and undesirable. Dabi would rather die than treat you in the same way, though he fears that you’d be the one to treat him like that instead.

Dabi has major trust issues, don’t expect him to open his heart to you that easily, he has difficulties to put his emotions into words, even more to express them to somebody else, because he knows nobody would care. He grew up this way, holding everything inside, inferior towards others, always a lone wolf and doing things on his own.

He thinks he’d be weak if he spilled his emotions, we see that even as a child Touya hated to cry because he felt vulnerable and facing his own emotions was something he wanted to avoid. So his tear ducts burned down.

Dabi feels everything too much, since he can’t cry when he feels overwhelmed, he smiles instead, says the most vile things ever known to man, he acts pretty well and makes others think that he indeed is an emotionless monster. If at some point you end up hurting him, I see him hurting you back way worse, he’ll crack and make you hate him even more on purpose.

Dabi never gave it a thought to live long, his body is dying but he keeps going only for one purpose: to leave his mark on this rotten world.

He lives in agony, knowing that his goals would send him to death when deep down he also wants to stay with you for the rest of his life, you made him see life colorful for the first time, and he doesn’t want to let this opportunity go. So here would be two endings; a tragedy, Dabi gives you the last kiss before he goes to war, and you give him your last kiss when you hold his burnt dying body in your arms.

Or the happy ending; Dabi manages to live, his body in a terrible condition but he still lives.

Dabi in love would be someone that would totally die for you. But he’d also do something much harder, Dabi would live for you as well.

#B.writes #dabi #touya todoroki #mha dabi #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #touya todoroki x reader #dabi boku no hero academia #toya todoroki x reader #dabi imagines #dabi angst #bnha fanfictions #mha fanfiction

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deaddovedecadence · 1 year

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Sweetheart Snowflake

Warning(s): kidnapping, negative self talk, dabi being creepy

Request(s): None

Set in SAFITS universe

Summery: The kidnapping/adoption of the newest todoroki sibling

It’s monday, or bento box day as you think of it in your head, and you’re tired. Not just tired but exhaughted, the feeling slipping into your skin and burying itself into your bones. You didn’t really sleep last night, kept up the nagging voices in your head, the ones constantly saying that you aren’t good enough for anyone, especially Todoroki-Sensei who gives you so much for no reason at all.

Even though you take so much from her, every day, her energy, her attention, her time, you keep going back. Sensei is so kind and it’s hard to remember how much of a burden you are when she’s eagerly drawing you into conversation and laughing lightly when you say something that amuses her.

Somehow you’ve managed to get yourself all the way to her classroom while thinking about this conundrum you have; being a good person and letting her live her life or getting the validation you so desperately crave when you’re tired like this. Ultimately the need for affection wins out. Her door is closed so one of her siblings is probably here but the one time you left when the door was closed, it opened before you back down the hall with Fuyumi yelling for you, so you knock.

The flies open immediately and you’re greeted by Touya and his rbf. “Hey kid, is it Monday again?” You nod, slipping past him to get to Fuyumi sitting on the floor, reading to herself. An unopened Bento rests besides her, a warm feeling builds up in your chest.

“Good afternoon Todoroki-Sensei, how are you?” She looks up, smile spreading across her face like frost. “hey snowflake, how are you?” You give a half shrug, the universal symbol for not the best but okay.

Her smile turns into a frown and she pats the spot next to her. “Come eat and tell me what the problem is.” you’re hyper aware of Touya’s fire-bright eyes following you as you go to sit down. Sensei half pulls you onto her lap, giving you the bento. “eat and tell me what’s got you so upset.”

You try to shake your head at her, because there’s nothing wrong with you that she needs to worry about, but touya grabs your chin with his too-hot fingers before you can. His eyes are cruel and amused, more predator then human

“Come one, tell Yumi what’s wrong?” He coos almost mockingly, but it’s enough to break the damn. “I don’t want to be a burden to you,” you murmur softly, praying that she doesn’t hear you. The air becomes icy cold in an instant, and Todoroki-Sensei stays perfectly still.

“You fucked up,” Touya whispers joyfully, leaning back to watch. There’s a silence, sharp and anxious for a time before Sensei looks directly at you. “Come here snowflake,” she says softly. You obey, all immediately, resettling yourself in her lap, closer now, without any hesitation. She pulls you to her chest, whispering softly, “You can never be a burden to me, never ever. I promise you that.”

Another hand joins Fuyumi’s cold ones, a little but rougher but still gentle. “You are invited here, so why the fuck wouldn’t we want you here.” They make it sound so simple but it isn’t. It isn’t simple at all.

“I think you were right Touy<“ Fuyumi murmurs, “we shouldn’t have left the snowflake alone for so long, but let’s get that rectified. Knock ‘em out.”

You thrash in a panic but Sensei is strong, stronger then you would have ever thought she;d be and suddenly, there’s the pierce of a needle and your out.

The last thing you see is Fuyumi’s smiling face.

#todoroki fuyumi #fuyumi todoroki #mha touya #todoroki touya #touya todoroki #dabi #yandere dabi #yandere platonic #todoroki family #yandere x reader #platonic reader #platonic yandere #platonic yanderes #SAFITS #yandere #bnha #welcome home snowflake

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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I WAS BORN SICK (BUT I LOVE IT)

cw: mentions of blood and scars, mentions of touya’s backstory & family, saw the new pic of little touya and this appeared

As Touya Todoroki sits on the floor of his bathtub, cold and trembling underneath the consistent stream of the shower head, he finds himself thinking of you.

Maybe you’re in the bath, too—muscles unclenching as they seep beneath the warmth of scolding water and steam. Maybe you’re in bed, a book resting to your left as you doze off in the comforts of your cotton linens. They’re soft against your skin, unlike his scratchy sheets that irritate his legs. Maybe you’re cooking dinner, and the small apartment kitchen you occupy is filled with the scents of spices and heat and love. He hopes you’re relaxing, at peace, wherever you are.

Peace, he echoes. The word tastes foreign and sour on his tongue.

He thinks of his younger self—of a small child with flaming red hair and the drive of a fire engine. He wants to grab him by his boney and sore shoulders and shake him until he cries. He wants to hold him, to tell him to run and don’t look back. Tell him to start new before he can be ruined by his own flesh and blood—by his own father.

His father. A man with a burning desire to outlast, to overpower. A coward who turned him into a weapon and then got mad when he did what weapons do—destroy.

He stands up from the cold ceramic tub and turns the faucet off. He doesn’t even think he washed himself, he can’t remember. He’s pretty sure he just sat underneath the water for about an hour, knees clutched to his chest like an incompetent and weeping child.

He’s wrinkled all over—except now, it spreads across the few patches of pruney pale skin he has left, not just the plum-colored bumps decorating his limbs.

He grabs a towel hanging from the rack and runs it through his soaking wet hair, shaking his head around like a wet dog. Wiping his face, he leans onto the sink for support.

He looks in the mirror at his reflection. He thinks of cutting his hair, for the sole purpose that he can’t get his hands on anything else worth cutting. He can’t sear off the split ends of selfish people or unwanted memories with the rusted scissors from his kitchen drawer. Maybe if he cuts it shorter, he’ll look less like himself—or less like whoever is currently staring back at him in the foggy bathroom vanity.

No, he decides against it. Because again, hair is temporary—just like everything in his life seems to be. It doesn’t matter whether it’s black, white, or red.

If he cuts his hair, it will just grow back. If he bandages his wounds, they will bleed at the next tearing of skin. If he calls you up and invites you over, you might stay the night, but you will slip through his fingers with time. He’s certain of it.

He thinks it’s better to let himself suffer. Wait by the phone like a feigning addict for your call, just to ignore it and let you move on—from him, from whatever hurt and disappointment that he will inevitably place on you. Cold turkey, rip the bandaid off, stop it before it even begins.

But it's already began, because now it has to end.

And Touya regrets ever knowing you, because he knows he has to live a life without you.

Maybe the two of you could’ve had a chance if you’d met ten years prior, before he died for nothing. Before he dreamed for three years just to wake and find himself written off as dead, gone, buried.

Before he returned home to see the same reflection of himself in his younger brother beaten and bleeding on the floor, the same shadow of a father standing above him tall and broad and far too strong.

Maybe you would’ve stopped them from prematurely building a shrine to silence the suffering mentions of his name. Maybe you would’ve waited for him. He could’ve shown you around Sekoto Peak.

A younger version of you might’ve known peace, maybe it wasn’t too late for you to rub it off on him. He’d always been a quick learner. That’s what his mother would say.

What if you had a smile brighter than his flames, before they turned a strained and burning turquoise? What if the color of your barrettes complimented the cherry of his hair nicely?

The two of you could’ve left together, gone somewhere rural and lonely and your own. He didn’t have to do the things he did, walk the road he’d forced himself to choose. You would have Sunday dinners, rainy day laundry, morning showers, and sleepless nights. All with him, all with each other.

But it was all too late.

You found him too late. All chances of redemption for Touya Todoroki came too late. Too late too late too late.

And now he’s like this—barely held together with rusted sewn staples and a fire he can’t put out unless someone loses. Unless his father perishes at his hand, or unless he dies trying. You deserved to know the him before the accident, when he had the potential to be something worthy of your love. When he had the chance to become a better man, to become a better lover.

The apartment he’s managed to lock down is nothing close to a home, not like how your small place feels warm and tender to the soles of his feet. How he can breathe without thinking in your presence, but struggles to gasp in his own. The lights barely work, the floors are barren of rugs, the sink is filled with dirty dishes and packaged leftovers to be thrown away.

A knock is heard against his door, light and thrice as knuckles wrap against the uneven wood. There’s only a handful of people it could be, as limited contacts know of his current location.

It could be Hawks, here to pretend to be his friend while scouting his place for fingerprints. Or Shigaraki, needing a place to lay low for a few days before traveling like a phantom beneath the city.

He doesn’t know why he lets his mind entertain itself with hypotheticals, because he knows it’s you on the other side of the door.

He doesn't open it, but you feel the weight of his back rest against its frame with a thump. You know he’s right there, separated by a single piece of wood that could be disintegrated within seconds if he pleased. You know he’s fighting something off, wrestling with his own thoughts of who and how and why. You know he’s refusing to let himself become yours.

Your whisper is muffled through the door.

“Touya,” your voice is shaky, but somehow still allows relief to surge through his veins like electricity, “can I come in?”

Touya will let you go. He will free you from his own personal shackles of death and despair and destruction. He’ll rid you of the dark cloud that follows him everywhere he goes, hovering over his head and contaminating all of those around him.

He will—just not today.

“Yeah, doll,” he closes his eyes and steps forward, though his back remains facing the door.

“You can come in.”

#touya todoroki #dabi #touya x reader #dabi x reader #touya fic #touya todoroki fic #dabi fic #touya angst #dabi angst #touya x you #dabi x you

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i-heart-hxh · 21 days

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Hi...Can I ask, what are your KilluGon fav moments? And what are your fav personal headcanons about them? Also, do you have any fav ships (from any fandom) that the dynamics remind you of KilluGon? Thanks if you want to answer....

Hello!

Thank you for asking! This post will get way too long if I answer all your questions, so here's a post where I talk about some of my fav HxH moments (4/5 of which are KilluGon related), and here's my Headcanons tag to see some of the headcanons I've posted or approved of previously. I'm sure I'll revisit similar questions to these over time as well.

I haven't had anyone ask about ships that remind me of KilluGon though, and it's a fun question to answer! I think KilluGon is very unique, so these might not be incredibly similar, but I'm focusing on ships that give me a similar feeling or have commonalities that I think are worth mentioning. I enjoy all of these ships to varying degrees!

I'm going to stay away from ships from big, currently popular shounen series that people typically bring up in comparison with HxH (JJK, HeroAca, etc.), both because the ships I've come across in those don't actually remind me of KilluGon very deeply, and also because it's more fun to recommend ships/series people may not have heard of already!

Reki Kyan and Langa Hasegawa (Sk8 the Infinity)

I'm all but certain these two were based off Gon and Killua in part--the personalities of the two and dynamic between them feels fairly similar, and the antagonist of the series, Adam, also strongly feels like he's based off of Hisoka. The series itself is less serious/dark than HxH so the intensity isn't the same, but they definitely have a similar strong friendship basis and mutual adoration to Gon and Killua.

Suletta Mercury and Miorine Rembran (Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury)

Suletta is straightforward, somewhat oblivious, and grew up isolated from others (a bit like Gon), and Miorine is confident, tsundere, and trying to escape the influence of her rich and powerful family (a bit like Killua), and the two hit it off quickly and find joy and inspiration to keep going in each other. The degree to which they influence, support, and adore each other feels familiar. There are some later developments (spoilers) that remind me of Gon and Killua as well.

Yuki Sanada and Haru (Tsuritama)

Yuki, who has severe anxiety, ends up having his life transformed when the strange and overly friendly Haru appears suddenly. There's a real cuteness, joyfulness, and closeness between them that reminds me of Gon and Killua, and the way they help each other understand the world differently and change each others' perspectives as well.

Maru and Kiruko (Tengoku Daimakyou / Heavenly Delusion)

I can't say too much about this ship because I don't want to spoil any surprises, but let's just say in at least one major way it's not how it appears. Maru (the blond one) shares several commonalities with Killua, though he's at least a bit more straightforward in his emotions like Gon; while Kiruko is somewhat more tsundere initially (due to understandable past reasons). Their bond reminds me of Gon and Killua in that they travel all around together and develop a very close friendship and devotion to one another, and while one is more openly affectionate the other holds back more initially.

(This series contains some mature content, including a depiction of sexual assault, so please be careful when checking it out, but it's fantastic!)

Shindou Hikaru and Touya Akira (Hikaru no Go)

These two are rivals and obviously Gon and Killua are not, but at the same time there's a certain intensity and degree of being obsessed with each other than reminds me of KilluGon, as well as things like their bickering and the degree to which the series revolves around their connection. It's been a long time since I read the manga so I admittedly can't remember all the details, but I feel like it's maybe a few steps closer to Gon and Killua than, say, Hinata and Kageyama from Haikyuu (though that's also a great rivals -> friends ship that has some commonalities with KilluGon). It has a strong canon basis and I remember really enjoying how their bond develops!

Riko and Reg (Made in Abyss)

Riko is an adventurous, plucky girl who goes on a dangerous journey to find her missing parent, while Reg the robot boy supports her on their adventure (and semi-secretly adores her). Reg is also voiced by Mariya Ise, Killua's seiyuu, so it's hard not make the comparison! The personalities of the two are definitely similar and their bond feels familiar.

(Made in Abyss looks cute but it contains a great deal of upsetting/potentially triggering content, please be careful if you decide to watch or read it! It's amazing, but definitely not a series that will appeal to everyone.)

I hope people looking for similar ships might enjoy checking these series out!

#hxh #hunter x hunter #killugon #gonkillu #asks #dnana-2809-blog #my posts #sk8 the infinity #gundam witch from mercury #tsuritama #hikaru no go #hikago #tengoku daimakyou #heavenly delusion #made in abyss #long post

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sluts4shigaraki · 2 years

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BACK TO SCHOOL!

CW ♡ Oral (m!receiving)

Pairing ♡ tomura shigaraki/f!reader

Word count ♡ 1,200

minors/ageless blogs DNI ♡ you will be blocked

A/N ♡ I am SOO fuckin sorry about this late ass update. Things have been a touch difficult for me lately and I’m so glad people are still into it. Thanks for the support <3

Tags ♡ @klxoewy @cosmicbreathe @gloomysel @yoongiigolden @thehaplessfool @tomura-complex @sabbriina

DAY SIX

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Tomura wakes up in your bed. At this point it’s only fair. You’re still asleep, which is fine, he always finds you so incredibly beautiful when you sleep. It’s mesmerizing.

This time, he stays with you for longer than he has before. Lazily running his fingers through your hair, he watches you. Your chest slowly rising and falling, your bed head, the way soft snores escape your lightly parted lips. There was no way of knowing how much time had passed before you woke up. Stretching, you nuzzle into his chest, grumbling.

“Don’t wan’ move,” you feel his chest move when he laughs. Tomura’s hand runs along your skin gently, wherever he can reach. “We have class today too, don’t we?”

“Yeah… I know. I didn’t tutor you yesterday. Fuck. I just realized,” he rubs his hand across his face, suddenly remembering he was supposed to be teaching you. He couldn’t help it. It’s also your fault, he can’t think with his dick inside you, and you begged him for it. That was something that ran through his mind when he laid next to you, holding you as you slept. You begged for him, you wanted him, needed him. No one has ever done any of that, not even as a friend. He had Touya, but that was entirely different. It made him melt.

“S’okay. You did it a lot when we started,” you close your eyes, hoping to lay on his chest forever.

“We have four hours. We should really cram, your test is tomorrow, isn’t it?” Fuck. It was tomorrow. Slightly panicked, you sit up, pulling your clothes from last night off the floor and onto your body. Tomura follows suit, albeit slower than you. For the next three hours, Tomura tries to make up for lost time. He did a good job, you were positive about that. Anxiety still sat in the pit of your stomach. You were so caught up in Tomura, you forgot the reason he was around you initially.

“Please tell me you got all that,” he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I fucked up, I’m sorry. It’s just… you are so distracting. In a good way. Everything about you,” he was looking away from you, his face red. Tomura fucked you last night, how were you still making him nervous?

Walking to and from class, Tomura kept a firm grip on your hand. It made you feel protected. From the looks of him, you thought he was a scrawny guy, but his baggy clothes covered how strong he actually was. Having him around made you feel safe, even if there was no reason for you to be scared. You knew, no matter what, he’d be there.

You answered more questions and understood more than what you did before, thankfully. Even though you had skipped out on a few days, what Tomura did teach you had stuck.

Finally, when the class ended, you followed behind Tomura, hand in his.

“Hey! Crusty ass!” Tomura stopped dead in his tracks and sighed, throwing his head back.

“Touya,” he replied, not bothering to turn around. You, however, turned to look. Touya approached quickly, sly smirk decorating his face.

“So this is your little friend,“ he leans down to face you. His breath smelled like cigarettes. Touya was pretty to look at, but he felt so artificial. Before you could react, he grabbed your hand, kissing the top of it. As soon as it happened, Tomura had a rough, firm grip on Touya’s hand, tearing it away from yours.

“Hands off,” the face Tomura was making would’ve frightened you before. Now it just felt protective. “You don’t touch what’s mine. You know that.”

Tomura was more possessive than you thought. It made you squeeze your thighs together, eagerly awaiting to be alone with him again.

“Calm down, calm down, she’s yours,” Touya chuckles, pulling his hand away. “Pretty though, I’m a little jealous.“

“What do you want?” It was more of a statement than a question. You’ve never seen him like this, but you weren’t exactly bothered by it.

“Just wanna meet your one and only,” Touya shows his teeth, scaring you in a way you didn’t think he could. “If you ever wanna be with a real man-“ he was cut off, Tomura grabbing the collar of his shirt and yanking him forward, putting them face to face.

“Fuck. Off,” despite the clear expression of rage on Tomura’s face, it didn’t seem to affect Touya at all.

“Alright, I’m gone. I’ll see you later. Unless you’re… busy,” he laughs as he turns away, hands in his pocket.

“I’m sorry,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close as you walked away together.

“Don’t be.”

You could’ve waited. The building your dorm was in wasn’t that far away. Yet, here you were, pulling Tomura into a small alleyway between buildings and falling to your knees.

“W-what are you… we’re gonna get caught,” he mumbles, the bright red on his face contrasting his pale skin. All that did was make you want him more. You quickly pulled his jeans down, enough to pull his cock out, already getting hard.

“Doesn’t seem like you care all that much,” you smirk up at him, licking a slow stripe from the base to the tip. Tomura’s hand flew to your hair, the firm grip making you gasp. Taking the tip into your mouth, you sucked gently, earning a low groan from him.

“F-fuck…” Tomura pressed his head against the wall, chest heaving. This was better than any fantasy he had of you. You pushed your head further, glancing up at Tomura. He met your eyes, panting. “P-please, let me… let me just move,” you didn’t need him to finish his sentence. He was struggling to think, much less speak. You nodded, and his grip tightened as he let his hips thrust slowly into your mouth. Relaxing, you felt the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat, making you gag. His dick throbbed in response, his cute whimpers and gasps made heat pool in your gut. Hand sneaking into your pants, you made slow circle on your clit, already wet with slick. His thrusts sped up, making you choke, drool pooling at the sides of your mouth. “L-looks so pretty,” he mumbles. You sped up your pace, playing with your clit, every thrust into your mouth getting you closer. It wasn’t long till his thrust got erratic, drooling and moaning. Even though he was worried you’d be caught earlier, it was pushed to the wayside.

Your mouth was so warm, so wet, your throat was so tight. Tomura couldn’t think, he could barely breathe. How you made him this way was a mystery.

“G-gonna cum, swallow, please, be good f-for me,” he groaned, pulling your head till you were pressed into his patch of white hair. Cum spilled into your throat, with how far his dick was down your throat, you had no choice but to swallow. Tomura pulled you off, pressing your mouth open, thumb against your tongue.

“Good girl.”

#bnha shigaraki #chubby!reader #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x chubby!reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #tomura shigaraki x reader #mha #mha x reader #my hero academia shigaraki #boku no hero academia shigaraki #mha smut #mha fanfiction #shigaraki tomura smut

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kacchanisms · 9 months

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(spoilers for mha 395)

the final arc of mha is intentionally written to be the most pacifistic. the heroes want to save the core villains, to prove that their hearts have changed, to show that their society is redeemable, that they have a future. toga dying would collapse the whole arc.

it would be an egregious misstep on the author's side to shatter the narrative they spent nearly 400 chapters on. pairings and other nonsense aside, this ending would run directly counter to the ideas of the story.

there's foreshadowing as well. in toga's "final" moments, she refuses to be arrested. for her, it's freedom or death, living freely as a villain or dying before she's captured.

hawks said to twice to turn himself in or die. freedom or death, twice fought and died.

there has to be a third option, where toga can live freely as she is. ochako offered her another path through the promise of giving her blood, by telling her that her authentic self was beautiful, that her love was genuine and worthy of being reciprocated. acceptance.

hawks failed to see another path when he confronted twice. he didn't come to the battlefield with the desire to communicate, he came with his weapons out to arrest twice, no discussion. he had another choice there, you know? to reach out with real friendship. but he didn't.

ochako has done what hawks could not. she's forged a deep emotional connection with toga. now, hawks has to provide the third option, where toga doesn't die, where she can live freely as herself without imprisonment.

i don't know how toga will be saved from death. but hawks... has the potential to give toga a new future. he was once the child of a villain, someone who had no other avenues in life, who was eventually taken captive by the hero institution and trained into a child soldier. ultimately, hawks is a kind soul. all hawks ever held in his heart was the desire to help others, a savior complex, but this was exploited to make him a false hero, a bird in a cage. after his mother left, he saw a way out, but the mentality still remains to go for the kill.

... because he's a "hawk". a name that taught him how to be a predator.

himiko is also a bird. she's associated with sparrow imagery. she has a free love for others; in another world, she would've liked to help them. as she is, she is happy that she lived as she wanted.

since she was young, society has treated her love as predatory, which left a lasting impression on her self-worth. it forced her into a cage, one that was impossible for her to live in, until she finally became a villain so that she could live freely.

hawks and toga are akin to each other. they've both dropped a person from great heights. but they're also not irredeemable.

and hawks killed twice, toga's friend. those two are bound to interact one more time, just for that. this time hawks has the option to spare toga.

hawks and toga are bound by twice's death, a murderer and the best friend of the person he murdered. so hawks has obligations he needs to fulfill towards toga, to even begin to make it up to her. saving her would be the first step. since toga now parallels twice in this situation, hawks is also arriving at his own reckoning, just like how endeavor had to finally engage with touya, reckon with his own actions as a father. like endeavor, he may be tempted to self-destruct alongside his victim, or... he's crucial to saving her.

it's also maybe the only way out of the cage for hawks, too. the way to rid himself of the influence his hero-soldier upbringing had on him. to possibly acknowledge, apologize or atone for his actions.

with his past, hawks might have the chance to give toga another option -- to live freely, either as a rehabilitating civilian or a hero. she would be able to stay by ochako's side, where, like the LoV, ochako would reciprocate her love and provide her acceptance and community.

either way, there's so much set up for a strong ending with toga, building off mha's themes of redemption, acceptance, reaching out not with violence but with care and understanding. killing toga permanently would wreck all the careful work that went into this narrative.

#bnha 395 #mha 395 #mha spoilers #togachako #hawks #mha #i love how these past few chapters have clicked like. MULTIPLE plotlines into place for me #crossposted #meta

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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Hello! I hope your well!

Could I request todoroki x with a Male or GN reader whose quirk is shapeshifting?

Perhaps they find us as some kind of animal in the rain and take us in unknowing of who we are!

If not I can settle for a little cafe date,

Thank you again!!

pairing: prince!todoroki x cat shapeshifter!male!reader genre: mostly fluff, slight angst word count: 1.5k

a/n: i'm doing okay, thank you for asking :)) i loved this idea so much, thank you for requesting !! i had this idea for prince shouto so i made it a royalty au, i hope you don't mind also i am a proud endeavor hater i will slander that man in every single fic i write

tw slight mention of blood, slight animal abuse, implication of child abuse

“shouto?” you’re surprised to see him standing at your door, flinching in surprise when he throws his arms around you. his body knocks into yours as he cries into your chest, quick breaths about something you can’t understand. tears roll down his cheeks as you pull him back a little, hands on his shoulders. “what’s wrong? why are you crying?”

“touya-” he gasps. “touya’s gone.” you let him crawl back into your arms, rubbing a hand down his back. you can feel tears prick at your own eyes as shouto grips your shirt as if he’s afraid you would disappear when he lets go. and maybe he was right to be.

“shouto?” fuyumi calls out. she rushes over to you, kneeling down next to shouto. “oh, shouto,” she whispers. shouto continues clinging to you, hiding his face away.

“shouto, it’ll be okay, fuyumi’s here.” you whisper. slowly, he pulls away, wiping his tears. he glances between you and his sister before gently letting go. “i’ll come see you tomorrow, okay?” he sniffles, nodding.

“you promise?” he holds his hand out.

you intertwine your pinkies together. “i promise.”

he holds onto your hand for a few more seconds before finally letting go. “okay.”

the next morning, the castle guards who used to ruffle your hair and joke around with you are cold as they stop you from entering. they only separate to make room for the king-todoroki enji. he glares down at you coldly, as if you were a stain to be removed. “stay away from my son.”

“but-i promised shouto i would come to see him!” your protests are ignored when enji turns around.

“take him away.” he instructs before disappearing back into the castle.

you weren’t strong enough to fight against the guards as they shoved you out, throwing you to the outskirts of the kingdom. “i’m sorry, y/n,” a knight murmured before turning to follow the others back to their posts. when you woke up you were in an unknown part of the kingdom, covered in dirt and newly formed bruises, and all alone.

living so far away from the rest of society had it’s perks. with no one around to potentially hurt, experimenting with your quirk became one of your favourite pastimes. you would jump around, testing if things were easier to do as a cat or a human, honing your skills to be able to survive with nothing around but trees. however, with nobody nearby, you weren’t used to seeing people.

the man slinks around, poorly hiding himself behind a tree. you silently watch him, orange fur shining in the daylight. when he sees you, he kneels down, outstretching a hand. hesitantly, you make your way over to him, sizing him up. he waits patiently as you approach before grabbing you, twisting your leg uncomfortably. he presses a sharp knife against your thigh, preparing to cut you. you mewl, unable to get out of his hold.

“hey, look what i found!” he yells. in the distance you can hear trees rustling before another man comes into your view. he cocks his head and then grimaces.

“i thought we were hunting for food.”

“we are,” the first man shakes you. you hiss at him, failing to scratch his arms.

“i’m not eating a cat.” the second man says, shaking his head.

“come on, there’s nothing else out here!” the second man sighs, defeated.

“fine. if we can’t find anything else, we’ll eat the damn cat.” you cry when the man holding you presses his knife deep into your flesh. you can see a gun slung across his back. his partner is holding his rifle, using it to clear through the trees. it’s too dangerous to change here. you can’t fight. and even if you could, they could easily shoot you. you don’t stand a chance. the man holding you throws you unceremoniously into a bag where you’re plunged into darkness.

after what feels like hours of being thrown around inside of the bag, the pain from your leg makes you dizzy until you fall unconscious into a blissful sleep.

the ground is muddy as shouto walks along the castle grounds. normally he wouldn’t be out this late. the sun had begun to set already, coating everything in sight in shallow golden light. his fists clench by his sides as he focuses on the ground in front of him, anger still crawling in his chest from his earlier argument with his father. his father. what a vile man. shouto pushes the argument from his mind, forcing himself to relax. he outstretches his fingers, unclenches his jaw, and rolls his shoulders. though the tension in his body remains, he feels better.

shouto stops entirely when he notices it. a small, orange kitten laying in the dirt. it’s back leg is bloody and bent in the wrong direction. it lays unmoving, even as shouto approaches. he gently rubs a hand against the cat’s back. it flinches awake, but doesn’t move away from him. shouto leans down to pick it up, holding the animal against his chest. he whispers reassurances, rushing to bring the cat inside the castle and to the doctor.

despite protests that the cat was “just an animal” and that he “wasn’t a damn vet,” the man was in no position to deny the crown prince. shouto watched as he gently maneuvered the bone back into place before slowly stitching the wound closed.

“take it,” the man gestured to the cat, throwing away the needle and bandages. shouto did so silently, wrapping the animal in a nearby towel and bringing it into his room. he ignored the confused looks from guards as he shut the door behind him, laying the cat down on his bed. it had fallen unconscious again, laying unmoving against shouto’s silk sheets. shouto found an odd comfort in the cat. having never had pets before, he gently pet the animal while it slept, watching it unil the sun set and the room was plunged into darkness. shouto left the cat on his bed, crawling underneath the covers and watching it until he too was fully asleep.

the first thing you feel when you wake up is pain. it stings from your knee down to your ankle. the wound wastes no time in making itself known. you shift, moving to sit up. you’re no longer on the ground, covered in dirt and blood. everything around you is ornate, covered in red and gold-symbols of royalty. something shifts next to you-a boy. the prince. todoroki shouto.

it’s been years since you’ve seen him. he looks the same, though his scar has faded significantly in the years since the accident occured. he’s hardened from the five year old boy you knew into a strong sixteen year old teen. you can see some scars on his hands from training. he looks so peaceful as he sleeps, bangs falling into his eyes. you freeze when he shifts a little before waking up. he blinks at you, sitting up in alarm. you’re preparing for him to yell for guards, for them to rush in and pin you down, drag you throughout the castle walls and throw you outside into the dirt, where you belong. but he doesn’t. wide heterochromic eyes stare into your own. you shift uncomfortably, tail wrapping around yourself protectively.

“what’s your name?” shouto’s voice is deeper than you remember.

“y/n,” your voice is raspy. your throat stings with irritation. you need to drink something.

“y/n,” shouto repeats. a moment of silence falls over you two. then, shouto whispers. “do you remember me?”

“shouto,” you whisper. he’s quick to pull you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist. you bury your face into his chest, taking him in. even after so much time apart, he feels familiar.

“why… why didn’t you come? that day,” he whispers. you blink away tears gathering in your eyes, grabbing onto his hands when you pull away.

“i tried to, your father-he ordered the guards to stop me. they left me in the woods. i didn’t know where i was. i never forgot about you, i promise.” you stare down at the floor, worried for how shouto is reacting to the news. his fingers are cold as he raises your chin.

“i never forgot about you either.” you can’t help but wrap your arms around him again, this time letting your tears fall. your hands shake as you grip onto his clothes, holding him close to you. shouto pulls you even tighter, waiting for you to calm down before pulling away a little.

“i love you,” shouto whispers. your breath hitches as you look up at him. “can i kiss you?” you nod, gently pulling shouto into a sweet kiss. he smiles into it, pressing a kiss to your forehead after you pull away.

“i love you too. i’m glad you found me.”

“i missed you,” shouto murmurs. your ears twitch a little when he scratches them. a deep pur escapes your chest as you nuzzle closer into his chest.

“i missed you too.”

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