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Diet Mountain Dew - TGCH oneshot

Tags: Post-war, fluff and angst, unresolved feelings, repressed emotions, longing, unspoken confessions, hurt/comfort, haunted by memories, vomiting, <- mentioned but not described in detail, Hawks is a proud father, he loves his emo son so much, aka tokoyami, extremely togachako centric, the others are just offhandedly mentioned, inspired by music, song: diet mountain dew (Lana Del Rey)

This is a teaser; you can find the full version HERE!

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Ochako is a pro hero — a successful one, at that. Not as successful as some of her old classmates who had, unsurprisingly, shot up to top 5, but she enjoyed her cushy number 8 ranking. She was doing much better than her teen-aged self had anticipated, though, the war had changed a lot.

Nightmares of Himiko haunted her. She’d wake up in the middle of the night, shaking and gasping, the guilt of not saving Himiko tearing at her as she pulled her bedside trashcan closer to throw up into.

It was only a month after Himiko had passed that she, despite still being in the hospital, had decided she would never let something like that happen again. She would make sure she’d help kids like Himiko long before they had a chance to get hurt the way she did.

In all honesty, she became mean after Himiko’s death finally settled into her and became real. She hid it well, but her blood boiled at even the slightest inconvenience. Every missed step, every delay, every careless remark from a fellow hero sent a simmering anger coursing through her veins.

Heaven forbid the war resurfaced in mainstream conversation. On those days, she was wound even tighter, her ears straining for any mention of Himiko’s name.

She kept her bitterness locked up, tucked neatly behind polite words and a calm exterior. No one saw the way she clenched her fists in the privacy of her apartment or the nights she spent staring at the ceiling, replaying every frustrating moment of her day. Not even her closest friends seemed to notice how tightly wound she’d become. Or maybe they did but were too afraid to point it out.

It was easier this way. Easier to be the hero they all expected. Easier to hide the resentment she felt growing inside her like a festering wound. But lately, the mask had been slipping, and she feared the day it might break altogether.

During her patrols, she sometimes caught glimpses of Himiko—a fleeting shadow, a distant laugh. She saw her most vividly when she was working too hard, pushing herself to the brink. It was a clear reminder to value the life that Himiko sacrificed herself to save.

Since it was such a common occurrence, that's what she had assumed was happening when she was patrolling late at night, unbothered by the rain.

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Holy fucking shit y'all.

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Thought I’d share this hc thats been plaguing my mind recently; Hawks’ wings are naturally white but he dyes them red so they stand out more (especially while he’s flying)

Bonus: Dabi calls him angel

Bonus Bonus: every once in a while Dabi and Hawks help each other re-dye the other’s hair/wings

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