#・❥ beena writes・

[suksatoru]

the morning after ⋆˚୨♡୧˚⋆ dabi x you

his nights used to be restless, tossing and turning and never quite allowing himself to be vulnerable even as he slept. tonight was the first night he slept soundly - his first night with you.

turning over in his bed and seeing you laying beside him feels like he's still dreaming. with the sunlight filtering through the curtains and outlining your form against him, he can't help but watch as your eyes flutter open and catch his gaze - a sleepy smile forming on your lips.

he knows you're sore from last night - he can tell by the way you whimper when he shifts your body so you're laying on top of him. it's too early - barely 6 am. but dabi's never felt more well rested.

his voice is hoarse with sleep as he mumbles a quiet good morning, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as his hand finds the curve of your back, running his palm up and down as a way to soothe you

he knows he can be rough sometimes - knows sometimes he goes a little too far. last night was no different - but you're not like the other things in his life that deserve his roughness. so that's why he let's you kiss the scarred skin on his face. it's why he let's himself sleep almost completely bare with you because he knows you love him, no matter how revolting he found his body to be - you seemed to find the beauty in him he never knew existed.

he's never done this before - has never had someone to call his. but the way you give him that sweet smile before lifting yourself to sit on his lap - your legs bare besides the black lace panties around your hips as you gently squeeze his thighs - he knows he's yours. by the way you devote yourself to him, and by the way he knows he'll never look at another person the way he looks at you.

[suksatoru]

"Boo!"

Sukuna doesn't flinch at Yuuji's adorable attempt at a scare, merely tilting his head with a small scowl as he wags a finger at his little brother

"What's this, brat?" He huffs, tugging on the white fabric covering Yuuji's body as the little boy lets out a whine of defeat

"It's my costume!" He protests, and you can only watch them with a smile as Sukuna huffs, tucking a single arm under Yuuji and easily picking the boy up

"Well I think you look very scary, Yuuji." You smile, and the little boy's entire face lights up at your words

"Scary? If anything, it looks like you're wearing a big ol' diaper. Makes you look even more like a baby." Sukuna cackles at Yuuji as the poor little boy's lip trembles. You know the waterworks are about to come - so you quickly snatch Yuuji away from him

You stick your tongue out at Sukuna, and Yuuji lets out a hearty giggle while your boyfriend rolls his eyes with a grunt

Eventually the three of you are all walking out of the apartment ready to go trick or treating. Halloween was Yuuji's favorite holiday, and you were determined to make this night a good memory for him.

Sukuna wasn't exactly on his best behavior, looming behind little Yuuji with a scowl that scared most people at their doors into surrendering a good bit of their candy to the pink haired baby boy. Sukuna also demanded Yuuji to thank every house they visited, and he happily complied - having a blast running through the neighborhood like a headless chicken.

"We need to get him on a fucking leash." Your boyfriend growls, following Yuuji as he skipped down the sidewalk - belting out some song and oblivious as to how fast his little feet were running. The only way you and Sukuna were even able to see where the little boy stood was thanks to the glow-stick necklace around his neck.

"Be nice." You reprimand, gently tugging on the cape of his vampire costume with a grin. Of course, you and Yuuji begged on your knees for him to wear something scary for Halloween, and he was forced to give in. You were glad - the blood trickling down his chin with his deep red cape flowing behind him made him look even more devilishly handsome than usual.

"Kuna! I got a full size bar!" Yuuji smiles, stopping in his tracks as he waves around the bar with a smile wide enough to light the dark night known as Halloween.

"That's nice, brat." Sukuna sighs, eyes crinkling in annoyance as he squints in the dark - of course the big baby already wants to go back home.

It took Yuuji another hour until he was satisfied. He peered up at his older brother and you, who had slung the obnoxiously large bag of candy over his shoulder as you licked a small lollipop

"I'm tired." Yuuji whines, dragging his feet to a stop as he lets out a long yawn. He holds his hands up for someone to pick him up, and you scoop up the little boy in your arms since Sukuna's were full.

"My poor baby. You did so much work this Halloween, going door to door like that. I'm so proud of you." You giggle while placing a soft kiss onto his chubby cheek, and Yuuji lets out a content sigh as he snuggles into your chest

Sukuna's eye twitches, his arm straining as he slowly shifts the sack of candy from one shoulder to the other

"What about my kiss? I deserve one more than him." He deadpans, his eyes unimpressed as his narrowed gaze flitters between you and Yuuji

"Mmm nope! You can have some at home though. He's been awfully moody tonight, huh Yuuji?"

The little boy squeals as you spin him around, laughter bubbling all the way from his tummy as you grab Sukuna's hand with a smile and begin the walk home.

Yuuji seemed to pass out after eating a good portion of his candy, and now you sit on the couch of your apartment as you watch Sukuna sort the candy - peanut and coffee and butter and toffee - all sorts of flavors in colorful swirly packaging were laid out in front of him.

You nudge Sukuna with your foot from where you laid on the couch

"Gimme a Hershey!"

He unwraps in silently, glaring at you and he taps your lips - signaling for you to open up. He glides a sensual finger over your parted lips - before shoving the chocolate so fast into your mouth that you almost choke

"Sukuna!"

He smiles, lifting himself off the floor and deciding to suffocate you on the couch instead

"What if I choked and died? What then, asshole?" You cry, trying to pry him off of you as he drops his head on top of yours

"Give me my kisses or I'll go wake up the brat."

You're peppering his face with angry kisses soon enough, and his laughter ends up waking Yuuji anyways.

[suksatoru]

trying to give Dabi the silent treatment was proving to be more difficult of a task than you mistakingly presumed it to be.

a small sound of annoyance leaves your throat when he squeezes the plush skin of your hip with a rough palm, the grin on his face annoying as ever as you turn your back towards him. you're trying to focus on the book in your hands, but your brain wasn't picking up a single word your eyes caught while flittering over the page.

"come on doll, ya know he was asking for it."

it's like he's trying to piss you off even more than you already are, and you hear an amused huff of laughter leave his scarred lips when you refuse to meet his gaze—glaring at the pages of your book instead rather than acknowledging him.

"he was lookin' at you like all those losers do... you wanted me to stand by and watch some guy look at my pretty girl like i wasn't even there?"

his words send a shiver down your spine, and he smirks at the way your glare softens just the slightest bit as you let out a silent sigh. he thinks you resemble an angry kitten with the way your lips are pursed into a pout and how your brows pinch together in silent fury.

he's staring at you. you mistakenly lift your eyes just to take a quick glance at his face, and he takes the opportunity to collide his lips with yours.

you're taken aback when he knocks your book out of your hands. it hits the floor with a dull thud before he moves to pin you down onto the couch.

"thaaaaat's more like it." he mutters, and you let out an annoyed huff when he presses a sloppy kiss onto your jaw

"i'm still mad at you." you lie, gliding your fingers over the muscles of his back as he shrugs

"liar. your eyes are telling me something else." he muses, and you let out an sigh as your hand finds his dark locks

"you're such an assho-"

he kisses you before you can finish telling him off.

[suksatoru]

𝓂𝒶𝓂𝒶'𝓈 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁

╰┈➤ sukuna! x reader! ೃ⁀➷

synopsis; sukuna on mothers day means you get absolutely spoiled - you did give him a brat, didn't you?

ೄྀ ࿐ fluff, sukuna's baby being a total mama's girl <3 ˊˎ

Your daughter's been kicking her feet under the table as she works on her cards diligently, humming all sorts of silly songs as Sukuna swears under his breath - breaking yet another one of her crayons when his massive hands tried to help her color in the little sun she'd drawn

"Daddy!" she scolds, carefully taking the broken crayon he was clenching as she places a brand new one in his calloused palm - Sukuna resists the urge to flip the table as he glares down towards the small yellow crayon

"Why are we doing this again, brat?"

Your daughter hums in response, scribbling a bunch of stars and hearts onto the paper as she speaks - her adorable little voice having a great contrast compared to Sukuna's.

"For mama! My teacher said Mother's day has to be perfect for mommies... and done!" She squeals, holding up her glittery artwork with a grin as Sukuna scoffs, helping the little girl off her chair as the two of them make their way back to his room, where you were still sleeping

"Your gifts are no match for mine. Mine are much grander - but I have a feeling your mother will still like your little card more..." He grumbles, annoyance present in his tone as your daughter giggles

"Mama!" the little girl yells, hopping onto your bed when she sees you sitting on the edge of it - awake and ready for the day as your eyes widen from the unexpected surprise

"Baby! Come to mama." You coo, curling your hand around your daughter as you pepper her face in kisses - Sukuna watches the way your nose bumps against hers, and how your daughters hand instantly curls around your fingers - and he hates how hard it is for him to fight the growing smile.

"Move - it's my turn."

Your daughter peers up with a huff, reluctantly getting off of you. Sukuna's pulling both of you onto his lap as he sits down on the bed, and you smile seeing the blatant jealousy in his piercing gaze.

Your daughter sticks her tongue out at the King of Curses - ducking and hiding her face under your arm when Sukuna let's out a growl

"Oh you big baby - don't be so mean." You tease, pressing a kiss onto Sukuna's cheek as he hums, satisfied by your affection as his fingers gently dig into the plush skin of your hip

"Just so you know, my gift is far better than that brat's. Don't try and downscale my efforts for her sake." He grunts, and you let out a laugh - reaching up to gently run your fingers through his pink strands

"Of course, you must have done a fine job Suk - Oh honey, did you make this yourself?" Your voice lifts, distracted by your daughters chubby hands holding up a card glittery enough to nearly blind you - but you're grinning with a dopey smile, and Sukuna knows he's already lost the competition as to who'd give you the better gift

"I helped color the sun..." He mutters, rolling his eyes when you turn to him with a giggle

"Mhm... Is that why it's the only thing colored out of the lines?"

He groans, dropping his head onto your shoulder as he mumbles some very bad words - thankfully your daughter was oblivious as to whatever he said since his words were muffled against your skin.

"Thank you. Both of you." You whisper gently, kissing Sukuna's jaw softly as his eyes you with narrowed brows

"...It was those damned crayons."

After hearing you and your daughters laughter, he finally decides to let his smile slip as he wraps the both of you into a tighter hug.

[suksatoru]

synopsis; how sukuna says "i love you".... ࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹

pairing ~ ryomen!sukuna x reader

"Say it."

He grunts, not turning to look at you as he continues to try and untie the golden jewelry in his hands - a necklace that was tangled to the point where your fingers struggled to get the charms and clasp free in order to wear it

"Idiot servants. I'll have them killed for tangling this - don't they understand it's worth more than all of their pathetic lives combined?" He seethes, his fingers struggling to free the thin chain as you put on a show of dramatically falling onto the bed with a sigh

"So you don't then." You whine, secretly smiling to yourself as Sukuna lets out a growl of annoyance

"You know I do." He bites back, tone sharp and final as he forces his mind to focus on the pendent in front of him and not your silly antics-

"Then why won't you say it?" You question, turning to lay on your stomach as you watch his brows furrow in adorable annoyance that had you biting the inside of your cheek

"Me saying it does not change the fact that I do." He says, lips pulled back in a snarl as the chain falls from his finger tips once again. He was the King of Curses, for heavens sake. So why is he struggling to untangle his womans necklace for her?

Your hands find his back - and he visibly stiffens when your feeble attempt to tickle him is fruitless - you laugh before pressing a single kiss to his cheek that has him rolling his eyes in annoyance

"I love you." you coo, smushing his cheeks together as he scowls and swats you away

"As do I. Now move and let me - "

"You what?" you ask, feigning innocent as you send him a smile that has him gritting his teeth together

"Woman, I will kill you."

His empty threats did nothing - and you merely let out a whine as you drop your head onto his shoulder

"My one and only love wants to kill me. Dare I say - he hates me?" You cry out, and he's finaly had enough - he tosses your necklace onto the bed before a single arm wraps around you and drops you onto his lap

"I love you. Your existence has brought me an odd sense of contentment - as unbelievable as it is. Is that what you wanted to hear?" He grits out, red eyes glaring at you as you blink in surprise from his response

"Hmm. Yes! That will do." You say, sliding effortlessly off of his lap before skipping out the door - he can feel your giddiness from his words radiating off of you like sun rays - and he shakes his head with a scoff

"Lovesick fool."

Even after he mutters the words, he grabs the necklace he was untangling for you once again, giving your small piece of jewerely his undivided attention as he works to untangle it. After an agonizing 10 minutes - it is done, and now he's the one practically skipping to find you and show off what a good job he did untangling your necklace - no doubt you'd give him a kiss and praise him a bit, right?

Well, that's what his lovesick heart hoped for.

[suksatoru]

satoru gojo drabble ୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

╰┈➤ husband!gojo x pregnant!reader ೃ⁀➷

ೄྀ ࿐ fluff, established relationship ˊˎ

Husband!Satoru, who finds himself swinging open the door to your shared home - panting from how fast he'd ran to see his favorite girl as his eyes widen in pure delight at the mere sight of you. A happy "Baby!" leaving his lips as he makes his way towards you - arms outstretched towards your smiling figure and prepared to tell you just how much he'd missed you and holding the growing bump on your stomach today

Husband!Satoru, who is always a step ahead of you. Need a drink? He has the overflowing and cold glass in his hands before you finish your sentence. Don't feel so good? He's already by your side, massaging any aches and whispering encouraging words in your ear - telling you how proud he is of you and how his little girl's kicks came from his strong legs, a teasing smile on his lips as he eased your pain

Husband!Satoru, who'd try to make you dinner while you napped - his panicked shrieks awaking you as you find your favorite pot on fire, Gojo already putting out the flames as you stand with your mouth agape in the doorway. He's laughing nervously, apologizing profusely for waking you up as you approach him with your infectious giggle. Your arms are around him only moments later, and he's so relieved you were well rested that he can only drop his face into the crook of your neck, telling you how big of an idiot he was while you told him he was anything but an idiot - he was, in fact, your hero. This had him smiling ear to ear - sharp teeth peaking through his grin

Husband!Satoru, who's practically jumping up and down while you guys shop for baby clothes. His blue eyes wide and bright as they light up at the matching family set that caught his sparkling eyes. His hands gently leading you towards them as he speaks - "We can all have matching PJ's, babe! Matching Pj's!"

Husband!Satoru, who cries more than you when your giving birth - he is a nervous wreck that is only soothed when your baby girl is residing in your arms and crying, a healthy sign as he peers down to find his own eyes looking back at him - the familiar shade of blue so wonderful that he's crying all over again.

Husband!Satoru, who insists that you need a bigger bed to rest in, and the hospital doctors comply right away. But once the doctors leave after the bed transfer, he's crawling oh so lovingly into the bed with you as you gently bob the small baby in your arms to sleep - too deprived from his sweet girl's touch as he peppers kisses all over your face. He'd carefully take the small baby from your embrace when seeing your tired smile, and you'd sigh as you snuggled closer and breathed in his comforting smell. He kisses your head gently before moving to your baby's small forehead next, in total awe at the most perfect thing you could have ever created. She was holding his hand as she babbled all sorts of things, her small finger latched onto his. You know she'd absolutely be spoiled with the way Gojo's eyes gleamed with pure love.

Husband!Satoru, who cherishes and bathes in your radiance like a flower in the sun.

[suksatoru]

𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹.

megumi fushiguro one shot! ✮⋆˙🎱🕷️

╰┈➤ megumi x reader ೃ⁀➷

synopsis; megumi has been dating you in secret - but your relationship is exposed when a certain pink haired boy accidentally reveals your boyfriend.

ೄྀ ࿐ fluff, yuji being an adorable idiot 🤧 ˊˎ

Megumi has a tendency of falling asleep around you.

You didn't know why, but it seemed like every time you and him were laying together, he'd wrap his arms around you and nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck before falling into a deep slumber

You were in your dorm room, placing the book you'd been reading to him on your bedside table as you tilt your head to admire the boy in front of you

His hair - who he absolutely forbade everyone from touching - is ruffled from you running your fingers through the thick strands. He said your touch is different, gentle and pleasing - so he doesn't deny your puppy eyes when you question whether or not he'd like your fingers in his hair

He's breathing softly, the usual crease in his forehead from frowning gone as the smallest of smiles is etched onto his adorable face. He looked so content in your arms - his hands holding you close to him in a loving grip even as he slept.

You can only smile as he shifts the slightest bit in his sleep, mumbling your name in his sleep before growing silent once again. You'd like to think he was dreaming of you (spoiler alert; he was) but all your thoughts come to a screeching halt when you hear the unmistakable foot steps of Yuji Itadori in the hallway.

Your eyes latch onto the door knob - and widen in full blown panic once you realized Megumi had forgotten to lock the door when entering your dorm room

There's no questioning it - his footsteps are approaching your door. You and Megumi's secret relationship was about to be exposed if you don't act - and fast.

In a panic, you fling your blanket over Megumi's sleeping form in an attempt to hide his body from the pink haired boy. Unfortunately, his long legs were peaking out from under the blanket - and you hurl your biggest stuffed animal across the bed just as your door swings open. Fortunately, they hit their mark, covering the remaining visible body of Megumi as Yuji's face appears in the doorway

"Y/n! Hey!" He says cheerfully, Nobara right behind him as she mumbles something about Yuji being too loud while she follows his footsteps into your dorm room

You're frozen in fear - and Nobara's footsteps come to a slow stop as she looks at you in confusion

"You ok, y/n?" She questions, but the color drains from your face as you remember Yuji's ritual of jumping onto your bed when he visits you

The boy claims that it's necessary for him to jump on your bed every single time he comes into your room because of the load of stuffed animals you have on your bed. He adores every single pink plushy you own - claiming that you guys were their parents.

He's launching off the floor with his usual excited grin as you look towards him - absolutely mortified

"YUJI! DO NOT - !"

"CANNONBALL!"

But he's already in the air when you cry out the words, and the sickening sound of him landing on Megumi's back has you yelping in fear

Megumi kicks Yuji off the bed the moment he landed on him - and he's groggily raising his head from under your blanket, an angry scowl etched on his face due to the fact that he was awoken from his once peaceful nap

"What the hell wa-"

But his words trail off as he see's the petrified Yuji on the floor - Nobara standing at the entrance of your room with her jaw practically on the floor as you just look towards Megumi - your cheeks are pink and the feeling of being so overwhelmingly embarrassed has you hiding your face in Megumi's shoulder as you let out a defeated groan

"Yuji you god damn idio-"

"I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT!" Nobara interrupts, and Megumi's hands are instinctively reaching out and covering your ears in an attempt to protect them from the girl's very loud screeching

She's pumping her fist into the air, chanting how she was sure all along the two of you were together - while Yuji is whipping his head back and forth between you to Megumi - his eyes widening once he realizes Megumi had been sleeping in your lap - and the pieces finally snap together in his mind

"HAH! KNEW IT!" Nobara yells, before jumping onto your bed and attacking you with a hug while you laughed

"Wha- Hey! Stop it!" Megumi argues as she pulls you out of his embrace - and Yuji only shrugs with a grin before pulling himself onto the bed and tackling Megumi with his own hug

[suksatoru]

𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈.

satoru gojo drabble ༘⋆🌷🫧💭₊˚ෆ

╰┈➤ satoru!gojo x reader ೃ⁀➷

synopsis; you catch the eye of the famous satoru gojo!

ೄྀ ࿐ fluff, head over heels toru!! ˊˎ

The first time he'd seen you, he was positively sure his eyes were playing some sort of a trick on him.

You had been sitting a few tables down, hands holding a book as your delicate brows were pulled in concentration. He watched you take a bite of the pastry in front of you - and was sure he was about to faint right then and there.

"What are you making that stupid face for?"

Megumi sat in front of him - who may have been speaking to him. Or maybe not - Satoru was too focused on you to even notice as he shook his head, still in a daze.

"Nothing!" Satoru says a little too happily, an attentive smile on his face as he watches you tuck your legs over one another - an elegant finger mindlessly twirling a strand of your hair as you continued reading the piece of literature in front of you

He follows his teachers line of sight to the pretty girl who's simply minding her own business, raising a brow as Satoru's rare show of genuine interest in a woman

"I'm gonna marry her." Satoru says proudly, and Megumi can only roll his eyes as he continues pushing the food around in his plate

"You better leave her alone. God forbid she has to encounter - Hey! Satoru Gojo wait!"

Megumi can only face palm as he watches Satoru giddily approach your table, hands in his pockets as he walks with long strides in your direction. He has the cheesiest smile on his face - and before Megumi knows it, his teacher is eagerly sliding into the chair across from you

He can see your smile as you engage into whatever despicable conversation Satoru must have trapped you in, but he can't seem to stop himself from craning his neck towards you to try and hear you guys better

He couldn't lie to himself - you were easily one of the prettiest girl's he'd ever seen. From your dazzling eyes to your sweet smile - he couldn't even blame Satoru for marching over to you with such a passion. Hell - maybe he would have done the same thing if he had the unrelenting pride of Satoru Gojo.

He huffed, slumping in his chair and ticked that his teacher had so quickly abandoned him. Every few minutes, he would hear his teachers unmistakable and very loud laugh, but Megumi couldn't stop the small smile that found it's way onto his face at the genuine pleasure in his teachers voice - a sound he did not hear too often.

Eventually, Satoru was waving goodbye to you as you left - presumably having somewhere to go. You were blushing as you tucked your hair behind your ear, cradling your book to your chest as he bid you farewell.

Megumi watched as Satoru walked back to their table with a shit eating grin on his face, the grown man was humming like some sort of love sick teenager, and it made Megumi scowl. He had a small slip of paper in his hand too - the pink ink on it signifying a phone number you must have given him

"You abandoned me? You know, we were talking about a very important upcoming mission, and - "

"I am totally going to marry her."

Megumi can only groan as he watches Satoru excitedly input your number into his phone - the contact name reading wifey, but not without a few dozen hearts placed right after the word.

[suksatoru]

satoru gojo drabble ୭🥡✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

╰┈➤ husband!gojo x wife!reader ೃ⁀➷

ೄྀ ࿐ fluff, established relationship ˊˎ

Husband!Satoru, who's always showing you off with the cheesiest smile on his face - proud to walk around and let everyone know that he belonged to an absolute gem. He never failed to let it be known exactly who he was so deeply in love with - finding so many ways to make a conversation about you whenever he was getting bored with someone

Husband!Satoru, who's always making sure to get your order corrected when an employee messes it up. He's ignoring your protests to ignore the small mistake as his voice catches the attention of everyone in the cafe. His demanding demeanor calling out a stern "Hey! My wife asked for no pickles in her sandwich!" , only causing you to slump in your seat as you shake your head with a laugh, ensuring the people near your table that you had no idea who that insane man was.

Husband!Satoru, who loves spending time simply cuddling with you. It was his favorite thing in the world - where the two of you would talk about anything and everything in each others embrace - from baby names to which one of you could stuff the most marshmallows in your mouths - spoiler alert, he won this competition with an alarming record of 11 marshmallows.

Husband!Satoru, who spoils you crazy. He'll bring back more presents that he can carry when returning from missions, the two of you staying up till midnight and satisfying your sweet tooth's with the delicious treats he'd bought for you guys. From diamonds to paper hearts, he always brings home something for you. It wasn't the gifts you loved the most - it was Satoru's excited smile as he presented them to you.

"Oh I know you're going to love this one." He teased, pushing his blindfold from his eyes to reveal the playful gleam in his eyes "Ok, ok. Show me, Toru!" You laughed, leaning forward with anticipation dancing in your eyes as he pulled a doll out - one sporting a very familiar face... You immediately cover your smile with your perfectly manicured fingers (the one's he'd insisted you get, his card swiping and paying for them right after you were done, the color of your nails matching the exact shade of his eyes) "Toru, did you get me a doll with your face on it?" You questioned, looking at the doll with a breathtaking smile that made Satoru swoon at the mere sight "Sure did, princess. Just a little thing to remind you of me when I'm away." He said, carefully placing the doll in your hands as you cradled it with a laugh that had his eye's crinkling with laughter and love.

Husband!Satoru, who can only let his guard down around you, his strong facade crumbling when he find's your arms wrapping around him. Your encouragement and loving words being the thing to give him the strength he needs to stay standing. You were his solace, his home and love that simply could not be replaced. Your love was rooted so deeply inside of him, your heart practically imprinted onto his.

[suksatoru]

𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚, 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚.

synopsis; you learn what a cry baby touya todoroki is when it comes to the things he loves - meaning you.

pairing dabi x reader ☁︎⋆₊˚

He didn't know when he became so attached.

It was frightening - how you'd secretly managed to crawl into the forbidden space known as his heart and claimed it as your own. He was completely unaware of the fact until now.

He wanted to kill Shigaraki for sending you on such a long mission - it had been two weeks since he'd last seen you, Twice, and Toga at all. He felt as if he was slowly going insane - your voice becoming a distant echo in his mind as he tried to hold onto the dreamy sound for as long as he could.

But how many nights had it been? Too many. He wouldn't say it - never utter the words I missed you. His pride was not something to be tested, but it seemed like he was going to be saying a lot more than he intended to voice when you returned.

Shigaraki watched Dabi pace around the common area quietly while his blue eyes kept discreetly trailing back to the clock - of course, he'd noticed it. How could he not when the buckles on Dabi's boots clink together with every step. Rolling his eyes, Shigaraki mumbled something along the lines of 'you're crazy' but the man didn't hear a word - to deep in thought as his excitement became something about to bubble over.

Dabi hears the muffled voices behind the door - and he quite literally races to the door, reducing his steps to a jog when Shigaraki lets out a hoarse laugh - what an asshole he was for teasing Dabi. Couldn't he see how much he missed you?

His hand finds the doorknob, and he yanks hard - almost ripping the weak door right off it's hinges as he imagined hearing your sweet voice again - no doubt you had missed him too, right? He hoped you did - it would make this reunion all the more better as he whisked you away from the League's eyes and took you somewhere more private - where he could show you just how much your absence had affected him.

But you're barely standing on your own two legs, eyes struggling to stay open as your fluttering lashes meet his gaze - you're clutching your stomach as blood seeps through your fingertips. Twice and Toga hold you up - both of their eyes wide in panic as they yell for Kurogiri to come help them

"Ah - I missed you."

That was all he got to hear before you stumbled forward, collapsing in his arms.

~

"Stop that."

Dabi doesn't stop, continuing to glare at you while you slept peacefully as Kurogiri sighs

"Please let her rest." He says softly, and Dabi scoffs while resisting the urge to reach forward and hold your hand

"Yea, whatever. Just - go away."

Kurogiri made no comment to the slight tremble in Dabi's voice. He merely turned on his heel and walked out of the room, silently closing the door behind him.

The second Dabi heard the lock click close, he pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes, breathing erratic as he tried not to flip the very bed you laid on.

"Stupid stupid... you're so stupid." He muttered, desperately rubbing at the burning sensation in his eyes as he tried not to let his gaze trail to your wounds - afraid as to how his body would react if he looked at the sight of your bloodied body again

"Meanie." You finally mumble, and his head snaps up at your voice. You have a playful pout on your lips, but he sees how much pain your in. Your shoulders are slack at your side, and you can barely talk as you let out a pathetic excuse of a laugh. It seemed physically hard for you to speak as you laid on the cot - and something inside him finally snapped.

"Fucking stupid - that's what you are. What the hell were you thinking? Huh? Come on, tell me! Tell me what was going through your idiot mind when you got hurt! What the hell did you tell me about being careful? You're such a hypocrite for not taking your own advice. You're a liar - I hate liars. I hate you. I hate you so much"

He's gripping the sheets you lay on - large hands tearing through the fabric as he stares at you with shaking pupils. He doesn't look done - he's ready to spew another string of insults your way - prepared to have you shaking with tears when he's done. But-

His lip trembles. He's forced to clamp his mouth shut and try to regain composure - but when he tries talking again, a muffled, scratchy sound leaves his throat before he finally drops his head - the heels of his hands back on his eyes as he rubbed furiously.

You stare back - lips parted as you tried searching for the right words - but it's hard because you've never seen him like this. And you are completely oblivious as to what you need to do to soothe him.

He was scowling, turning his face away from you so you couldn't see the blood trickling down his face as he muttered on about how long it took Kurogiri to nurse you back to health - and how it's your fault his back hurt from sitting on the chair beside you for so many hours as he waited for you to wake up.

He was rambling - just throwing words out hysterically while trying to stop the tears. They won't stop - and it burns. Badly.

"Touya." You rasp, and he looks up to meet your gaze with his attempt of a glare - but it looked much more like a silent plead. With all the strength you can muster, you push yourself over on the cot as he furrows his brows

"What are you doing?" He sniffs, and you pat the empty spot beside you on the bed with a smile

He stares at you, then where your palm is - before wordlessly crawling onto the bed with you.

He's nestled into your chest moments later, limbs carefully tangled with yours as he tries not to aggravate your injuries.

"Am I too heavy?" He mumbles, lifting his head off your chest as you shake your head no - gently pressing yourself against him as your hand reaches under his shirt - you press your palm flat against his chest as you feel his heart pound.

The two of you sit in silence for a while, the only sound being your lovers loud breathing and the sound of his thumping heartbeat as you relax against him.

"Did you miss me?" You ask, voice laced with something like a tease, and Dabi rolls his eyes. Normally you'd point out his sass - but you were too tired to say anything. Instead, you curl further into his warmth as he cradles your body as if it were the most fragile thing in the world.

"No." He lies, and you smile against his skin

"I missed you. So much - " you start-

"Shut up." He exhales shakily, pressing a fleeting kiss onto your lips to get you to stop talking before he hides his face back into the crook of your neck.

"I missed you a bit - just a little." He whispers, breathing in your scent as his muscles relax at the familiar smell

"Uh huh...you should totally spend the night with me here." You say, laughing lightly as his fingers trace mindlessly against your flush skin

"If that's what you want."

"Do you want me to tell you all about our mission? I promise, it was great up until the end!" You pipe up, and he slowly nods his head

"Yeah... yeah ok."

You two ended up falling asleep in the medical examination room. The small cot you laid on was no match for Dabi's stubbornness - who still managed to sleep comfortably with you on top of him. He was snoring before the sun set with you happily laying in his arms.

a/n; you can't tell me he's not a crybaby. look at the burns under his eyessss!

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[suksatoru]

𝒷𝒶𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓈, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝑒.

summary ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ sukuna loves you and his daughter to death. you two were his all - so what does he do when his little girl tells him she has a boyfriend?

cw; none. fluff, sukuna x reader, daughter is a cutie and so is her bf <3

request by @lovelymuffin!  

You and your daughter were out on a walk, hand in hand through Sukuna's palace garden as you enjoyed the warm weather. The flowers always managed to put you in a good mood -

So when you see a servants son approaching your daughter with a rose from the garden in the palm of his hand, you can't stop yourself from smiling at the sight

He couldn't have been more than seven years old, holding a small pink rose in his little out stretched hand with a shy smile painting his rosy cheeks - your little girl only stared back - taking the rose from his slowly.

Well, until she deicded to tackle him with a hug.

You let out a yelp - mainly out of concern for the little boy, but when you hear his cry of laughter as they roll around in the dirt, you're crouching beside them with your own smile as your daughter thanks him profusely over and over again - cheeks flushed as her small hand holds up the rose like it was the greatest thing she'd ever been given.

The following weeks flew by - and their friendship only grew. It was a beautiful thing - and you felt greatful you were able to watch it bloom from the very beginning. Or, it was what you believed to be friendship.

So when she mentions her boyfriend during dinner, you're choking on your bite with widened eyes as Sukuna's head snaps towards her with lightening speed - you can hear the clatter of the fork in his hand hit the plate while he tries to process the words he just heard from his little princess's mouth.

"Boyfriend?"

His voice is uncharacteristically devoid of any emotion as your daughter continues chewing on her dinner mindlessly, playing with her small knight and princess figurines as she swallows her bite with a grin

"Yup! We're gonna get married!" She squeals, pressing the kinght's face against the princess's - the two dolls kissed as she proclaimed them husband and wife with a finality in her voice that had Sukuna struggling to keep his eye from twitching

His head slowly turns towards you - and the look in his eyes, god he looked like he was going to murder every single person in the palace with a single, heartless blow.

"Sukuna..." You warn, wincing when the utensil in his other hand - a knife, one made from the finest metal in the kingdom, is bent in half from the mere pressure of his fingers against the metal

He didn't even seem to notice as he turned back to the little girl with hardened eyes

"And just who is your so called boyfriend?" He says, his voice coming out as calm as he could make it - a way to coax your little girl into unknowingly revealing the sacred name without understanding Sukuna was fully prepared to slice the boy into more pieces that she could count

"Oh! His name is - "

"Sukuna! Can we talk please?" You voice breaks through, cutting off your daughter as she blinks up at the two of you - confused but deciding to continue playing with her toys and leaving the two of you to talk

Once you drag him away to a secluded area, he spins on you almost immediately

"Tell me his name."

The way he's impatiently tapping his foot against the tiled floor was near horrifying - he truly intended to end this boy.

"Sukuna, listen to me. Lay a finger on him and I will smother you in your sleep, do you understand?" You say, your finger poking his chest as he blinks in disbelief, grabbing your hand that poked at his chest and clasping it over his own

"Really? HAH! That kid is dead."

Yet here Sukuna was, crammed into a little chair with a pink glittery crown on his head as he stared daggers at his daughter's boyfriend - they were all at a small tea party the little girl had arranged for the two of them to meet

The boy smiled shyly, sipping the imaginary tea in his cup as he politely listened to your daughter tell her father about how nice and fun the boy - Yuzuki had brown hair that curled and fell around his face - framing it as he sat in servant attire with a smile on his adorable little face

"Uh - sir, the tea." Yuzuki says, a little pout on his face as Sukuna realized his tea cup - the one filled with imaginary tea, was tipped upside down. So the invisible tea was falling all over the floor. Great.

Sukuna narrows his eyes at the boy, heart beating erratically with nothing but fury - How dare he -

"Papa's tea!" Your daughter yells, her hand reaching out to try and catch Sukuna's tea cup as her frantic self moves forward

You're instinctively reaching your hand out towards her from across the table - realizing as she leaned on her chair to grab Sukuna's falling teacup, her own chair was tipping over. She'd be hitting the tiled floor face first if no one caught her -

Sukuna had failed to notice she was falling because his attention was focused solely on the seven year old boy in front of him. So when he watched the boy outstretch his arm towards your daughter and catch her - saving her from a near concussion, he can't stop his eyes from widening just the slightest bit.

Huh. Maybe he's not that bad.

~

"Papa. There's no need to try and hide your smile. We can see you!" Your little girl - no, your now very much big girl, says as she smiles at her father

"Tch. What are you on about." Sukuna mutters, eyes moving when a grinning Yuzuki comes out of his dressing room - he was head to toe in groom attire, the lavish colors of black and white swirling together

"Oh Yuzuki."

It only takes a few moments for you and your daughter to reach the boy, fawning all over him as he blushes and insists he doesn't look half as handsome as they're claiming. He's smiling softly when you pinch his cheek and tell him to hush, promising you've never seen anyone more handsome.

"Yes you have. Me." Sukuna mutters, finally approaching the three of you with his usual stoic expression as Yuzuki's back straightens

The boy had always been one to go great lengths in order to show Sukuna just how much he cared about your daughter. He soon learned - the King of Curses was very hard to convince.

"You look.. good." Sukuna settles on, watching the corner of Yuzuki's lips lift as your daughter laughs

"He basically just said you look handsome!" She says, and Sukuna scowls as he opens his mouth to deny her very true statement as you wrap a gentle arm around your husband - a tactic you used to calm him down

"Yuzuki doesn't need Sukuna to say it - we can all see how lovely you look musuko." You say softly, and you can recognize the gleam of unshed tears in Yuzuki's eyes at your words

Musuko. Meaning, son.

"Let's call someone over to have the clothing wrapped." You daughter says, gently pulling on your arm and tugging you away - leaving Sukuna and the boy alone.

Sukuna shifts his head to look at the boy - the one's he's watched grow into the person he is today. He couldn't say the words - not now, perhaps later - but he was proud of who Yuzuki had become.

"Hurt her and I'll kill you."

Yuzuki merely grins, reaching a hand over and clasping it over Sukuna's shoulder with a lovesick smile spread over his handsome features

"I could say the same for you." He replies cooly, his eyes watching you and your daughters retreating figures as Sukuna fights the smile threatening to slip

Bastard said he'd killed me. Insignificant punk said he'd kill me.

Sukuna doesn't say anything. He doesn't move Yuzuki's hand off his shoulder, either. Instead, he lets the boy hold him as Sukuna finally smiles.

His daughter was in good hands.

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[suksatoru]

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

REHAB!TOUYA X READER

The former villain known as 'Dabi' is now your patient. On the road to recovery, you're charged with nursing him and his broken heart back to health.

carnations symbolize new beginnings, grief, and love. ❦

chapter one. chapter two. chapter three. chapter four. chapter five. chapter six - coming soon chapter seven - coming soon chapter eight - coming soon chapter nine - coming soon

[suksatoru]

003. CARNATIONS

Shoto is a lot like Touya.

He's currently reading over his older brothers progress report quietly. Shoto was barely seventeen, but he was incredibly mature for his age. Out of all the Todoroki, no one was more dedicated to Touya's recovery than his youngest brother.

Shoto doesn't talk much. You would soon learn it's not because he was shy or anything, he was just a naturally quiet person. Meeting him in person for the first time surprised you a bit. He would write to you often—telling you all he remembered about his big brother and details from the war.

The villain 'Dabi' used to be all over the news. You remember his early days in the League, where he'd first made his big debut. You'd be studying in your dorm, the small TV playing recent events and information on the League of Villains. Their pictures would be plastered everywhere as the most wanted villains in all of Japan.

He was made out as a person to fear—the whole group was. His name was dragged through the mud online, and his persona to the world was one of a merciless killer who had no heart.

If only you knew he'd become someone you'd grow to know.

"I'm glad you're his doctor, Miss L/n."

You glance up at Shoto, snapping out of the daze you were in as you send him a surprised smile

Shoto and Touya's features are so similar. Both of them have the same, soft curl of their lips when they're trying to smile, something they obviously don't do often. Their noses are alike too—you can see the small pieces of them in each other. If you could point out the similarities between them even when most of Touya's skin was covered with bandages, you thought about how much more alike they'd look after Touya was healed completely.

He talks fondly about his brother, even after all he went through—Shoto doesn't show even a hint of anger towards Touya.

"When can I meet him?"

Shoto's smile is a small one, but the gleam of unwavering hope in his eyes is heartwarming to see. He truly loved Touya.

"We're nearing the end of his first month here. So I'd like to say soon! His communication skills with me show that he's able to hold conversations and express his emotions to a certain degree. But I'd like to give him a little more time, Shoto. What he went through was years of mental and physical strain. I want him to be comfortable with the idea of seeing you again. Do you think you can hold out a little longer for me?" You ask gently, and Shoto blinks in response before slowly nodding his head

"Of course. I... that was wrong of me to ask so early. I don't think he'd like to see me, anyways." He says with a bittersweet smile. His tone held no resentment, and you reach forward to hold his hand. His fingers fit snug in yours, and after a moment—he gives your hand a thankful squeeze.

It looked like Shoto and Touya's relationship would be one of the many things you would help mend.

Shoto left after half an hour, his heart feeling lighter than when he first came.

You were exactly what Touya deserved.

You were slowly learning that Touya had a lot of odd mannerisms. With spending so much of your time with him, it would only make sense that you would pick up on them eventually.

For instance, Touya didn't care for much spicy food. He'd always make a face when you fed him something on the hotter side, begrudgingly swallowing down the food as he complained about the aftertaste it left in his mouth.

You twirl the chopsticks through his noodles idly while carefully leaning over his bandaged arms to feed him his Soba—a meal Shoto had told you about when he wrote to you about his older brother. You still remember the glimmer of surprise in Touya's eyes at the sight of what seemed to be a nostalgic meal for him.

He almost looks embarrassed by the fact that you're feeding him as he opens his mouth for you—quickly chomping down on the soft noodles as he chews slowly, watching you with narrowed eyes. It's hard not to laugh as he squints at you, the soft pale skin around his eyes crinkled even further when he spotted your small smile.

He doesn't comment on it, resorting to flicking through the few channels he was allowed to watch on the TV. His arm was draped over the side of his bed, his bandaged fingers grazing your knee every now and then from where you sat in the seat right beside his bed. He never moved his hand away when the pads of his fingertips touched you—sometimes it seemed like he was purposely trying to poke you, but you brushed away the prospect.

"Do you like the food, Touya? It smells really good!"

He meets your gaze with a soft grunt, stretching out his legs in front of him as he nods his head.

"It's fine. Better than the shit I ate before all this." He says, waving his hand around the hospital room as you slowly nod your head

"Really? How so? What did you eat before?"

He shrugs, and the fact that he doesn't really care about his once poor diet must be what makes you tap your foot nervously against the tiled floor beneath you. His transcript said he'd been missing since he was 13. Had he really been living so carelessly and alone since then?

Touya had gone through the most important development years of his life all by himself while being unable to control his quirk. You remember the day they first brought him in after the war, the pictures before his surgery were so heartbreaking to see when you were first handed his file. But doctors were miracle workers, and you were all trying to help him in different ways

The price for Touya's recovery was not small.

"Well, now you're going to be eating all sorts of delicious and healthy foods! Fresh vegetables and fruits with big meals that'll fill your stomach. What we eat is really important, and you certainly need the energy from the nutrients!"

He rolls his eyes as he chews, but nods nonetheless. As you go to feed him another bite of his Soba, his nose scrunches up a bit as he leans back in his bed

"Does that bite have a piece of broccoli in it?"

"Touya."

You managed to feed him the rest of his meal before getting him a change of clothes. A simple black lounge set that would be comfortable for him to walk outside in.

Today, you were going to bring him to one of your favorite places in the hospital.

He peers around the recreational garden curiously, as if he was scoping out the area for any threats. Touya's eyes are attentive and careful as he keeps an eye out on the other patients—who were simply minding their own business. This however, did not mean they were saved from Touya's menacing glares.

He walked beside you, and you had to put some distance between you and him so you didn't have to feel him towering over you as you both walked. You remain a pace ahead and you turn back to him with a soft smile that quickly captures his attention.

"You and I will have weekly walks here. The gardens are so beautiful Touya—this environment is great for your mind. It allows you to relax. The other patients here are lovely, all right? They won't bother you." You say softly, and he nods his head as he finally averts his gaze from everyone else to look solely at you. Quickly, you begin walking again as you lead him down the various paths in the garden

"You're free to come here whenever you'd like! You don't really have a curfew because, well, you're not leaving the facility. But it would be ideal if you come back in time for dinner! I'm free if you ever need someone to talk to or walk with." You remind him gently, and Touya wants to nod his head and say something along the lines of 'okay, thank you' or anything decent, but he finds the words stuck in his throat.

What would the people from his past say if they saw him now? He was such a big talker. He still was, but here in your presence—he found himself almost shying away. It was embarrassing. He shouldn't be thinking so hard on how to say thank you for something so simple and stupid that left your sweet lips. Was he really that messed up? Can he not even say thank you?

You tilt your head at him with a small smile, and he's almost annoyed with how well you're able to read him. It seems like you know exactly what he's thinking whenever you look at him—sure, that was kind of your job. But it felt different for Touya, more personal.

"Thanks. I guess." He mutters, leaning against the brick wall behind him as he peers around the garden, taking in the scenery and stone arches that were made throughout the entirety of it - flowers and vines crawling up their sides as they bathed in the warm sunlight.

You spend the rest of the evening telling him all about the history of the hospital—about the founder, an honorable man, and all the people who helped make it. It was a place for new beginnings. And when you said that, you see a bit of the tension release from Touya's usually clenched fists. By the end of your walk with him, his fists had uncurled completely as they laid relaxed at his sides.

Touya didn't ever seem to notice when he was invading your personal space. There were a few times where you got lost in speaking, and it always made your heart rate spike when you turned around to ask him a question or just to check how he's faring and he'd be standing right there beside you. Barely a step away from having his breath tickle your skin. But the moment you moved even an inch closer to him, it was like he suddenly became hyper-aware of his surroundings.

He didn't really know why he was so against touching people. Maybe it was because he hadn't received a lick of affection since he was a kid—and even then, his life was so messed up that he can't even remember liking the tenderness of a hug or a kiss from a loved one.

Now that he thinks about it, he's never really had anyone to touch.

So when he's lowering himself onto the hospital bed with a tired sigh at night, he freezes when he feels your soft hand pressing itself onto his upper arm.

"Let me help—"

"Don't touch me."

He wants to take the words back the moment the words leave his mouth. But even then, he quickly slips out of your grasp and sits on the edge of the bed. He's laying down and peering up at the ceiling with a grimace. Ashamed.

Please don't hate me, are the first words that come to his mind when he squeezes his eyes shut. He'd understand, is what he tells himself—if you walked out and left him right then and there. He must be becoming such a burden, such a pain for you—

Touya feels a soft blanket being thrown over his long frame, the fabric quickly covering him as you peer over the bed and hover over him. His breath hitches in his throat as you do, mainly at the sight of you peering down at him so nicely. It makes his chest feel unbearably tight.

"Goodnight, Touya."

You're met with silence. You turn his lamp off, and he lays quietly as he watches you pack up your things. Clipboards and pens and cards from a small game you two had played after breakfast all go into your bag. The moonlight streaming through the window is the only form of light he needs to see that you're not angry with him. Your eyes don't look mad—you look perfectly content as you pack your bag as you routinely do.

You sling your bag over your shoulder once you're all packed, leaving the room as quietly as you did when you had entered the same morning. He doesn't know how long he stays awake, but he stares at the glow in the dark stars plastered on his ceiling until he can see them even after he closes his eyes.

It was going to be another long, sleepless night for him.

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

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002. CARNATIONS

Touya wasn't fitting in very well.

There were a lot of things you noticed about him during his first week. He didn't talk much - he'd sit in silence a lot more than he should. It was bad. He was spending too much time with his own thoughts - and you were becoming afraid that he would end up swimming too far into his own mind where drowning would only be inevitable.

He didn't eat much either. Only when he absolutely needed to - and he'd take a few bites before stubbornly pushing his plate away. It was hard trying to get him to talk to you too, because he simply refused to cooperate.

There was this faraway look in his eyes. Like he couldn't believe what his life had come to. He had so many plans - so many things to do. They were all hopeless now. He had an entirely new checklist- and he couldn't even be bothered to pick it up. Was it bad that he had no will to live?

Touya didn't understand why his father wanted him alive. He hadn't seen him since the war, only hearing his name whispered amongst the doctors when they thought he was asleep. Touya truly didn't see the purpose of his family fighting so much for him - he was falling apart. Both mentally and physically, straining the doctors for no reason when he should just die. He'd done terrible things, and in his mind, he deserved death.

"He won't listen to anyone besides you."

You blow out a breath of air with a nervous chuckle, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you look up at your supervisor. She looked mad. Her brow was ticked upwards, a wrinkly finger holding up a sheet of paper that had 'Todoroki' scribbled at the top. His latest speech evaluation report.

"He can talk just fine with the insults he was spitting at the other doctors. That man has a foul mouth, and an even fouler mood. No doctor that comes even within five feet of him is spared his horrible remarks and glares. But in all of your reports, you never once mentioned him saying anything exceptionally rude. He's... quiet around you."

Your brows pinch together as your gaze stays on the report in your hands

Touya was confusing you.

"And I understand you have other patients, but they've all progressed nicely with their treatments. Todoroki - well, he is a special case."

You were being asked to accept the job of having Touya as your sole patient. You knew his condition was bad - but you didn't think it was this bad. The other doctors had all come to the same conclusion, that he was in desperate need of a single support system. Someone who could help him every step of the way - and they had made a unanimous vote for you to be that person.

You accepted. You thought you'd have to think more about the proposal, but...

"Touya, do you like board games?"

For the first time this entire evening, his eyes lift from the tiled floor he'd been glaring at as he turns to you with a look of disinterest. You try not to let him see the way you're fighting back a smile when he finally speaks for the first time this afternoon

"I haven't played one since I was a kid. I don't even remember how they work."

"That's ok - I can teach you!"

He looks out the window, gently rolling his shoulders as the muscles under his hospital gown shift from the movement

"Why? Just sounds like a waste of time to me." He says, his voice gruff as you gently drag your chair closer to his bed

"Well, some of these games involve some brain work. Don't you think it'd be a nice challenge to try and work them out? We can even-"

"No."

You pause when he interrupts you, folding your hands in your lap as you patiently wait for him to continue. Your smile falters when he starts staring again, his eyes opening a little more to watch you as he remains silent and still - not elaborating any further.

"Ok-"

"Call Endeavor."

You pause, trying not to show your surprise as you quickly close your parted lips when you meet his gaze.

Nothing. His eyes were devoid of even a speck of emotion as he stared at you. If it hadn't been for him moving to run a tired hand through his white locks, you would've thought he was dead. That is just how dull his eyes looked.

"Well... let's talk about this first, okay? Why would you like to call him, Touya?" You ask softly, moving to grab his hand like you'd do to comfort any other patient before your fingers awkwardly hover over his hand

Touya did not like to be touched.

He narrows his eyes at you with an annoyed sigh before he looks away again, clearing his throat before speaking

"I need to do something."

You frown, taking a quick glance at the emergency phone across the room. There were a few contacts Touya would be allowed to call - one of them was, unfortunately, Endeavor's.

"Are you sure you'd like to call your father-"

"Don't fucking call him that."

You freeze, a chill running down your spine that feels like being dowsed in ice water when he snaps at you. His eyes burn to life, the hatred in them so strong that you can't even bring yourself to look at him as you realize you'd crossed some sort of an invisible line.

"I- okay, I'm sorry. Do you not like it when I address him as that?"

His silence was all the answer you needed.

Maybe it was your guilt that had you hesitantly reaching for the phone. You power it on - and you can see the poorly hidden surprise on his face when he quirks an eyebrow, surprised you were fulfilling his request.

He almost feels bad for what he's about to do. Almost.

"I'll hold the phone up to your ear, Touya. Let me know if I'm too close, ok?" You ask gently, and he nods his head with a grunt. He's not staring anymore - he's actually avoiding your eyes. Maybe you should've taken that as a sign that something was wrong, but you were too busy trying to understand what was going through his mind that made him want to call his father so out of the blue.

You pray silently that Endeavor won't answer - but the phone is barely on the third ring before it cackles to life

"Touya? Touya this is your number calling me - Touya are you there?"

The air is tense with your anticipation - could this mean progress? Barely two weeks in seemed a little early, but you sent Touya an encouraging smile anyways.

That was the last thing he needed to give him the courage to open his mouth

"Fuck you Endeavor! Burn in hell you flaming piece of shit!"

Your yelp doesn't surprise Touya at all as you hastily end the call, fumbling with the phone as he kneels over and grasps the railings of his bed - before he laughs.

It hurts so much to smile, but he does it anyway - his laughter is a hoarse wheeze as his chest shakes. You power the phone off with trembling hands before whipping towards him

"Touya- y-you tricked me!" You sputter, clutching the phone to your chest as he struggles to breathe. He whacks his chest, as if he's trying help the oxygen reach his lungs - and your eyes widen in panic

He lets out a deep exhale, turning to you with a barely noticeable smirk when he sees the dread in your eyes

"That was too easy. You shouldn't be so nice to me, Doc."

"Well... this could be considered progress, sir! He's, uhm - open to communication?"

Endeavor is not amused. He drills you for another fifteen minutes - demanding to know every little thing about Touya's recovery process, and each minute you shrink further and further into your seat.

Who knew Touya would be the one to come to your rescue?

The undeniable beep that comes from your pocket immediately rips away your attention from Endeavor

Beep beep beep beep-

"What is that?" He nearly growls as you fumble with the small device in your hands, desperatly trying to turn it off as your feet move towards the double-doors quickly

"Touya's emergency button, he's calling me - I'm so sorry but we need to continue this conversation another time! " You yell over your shoulder before he can even get another word out, racing to the elevators as you come to a stumbling stop in front of them - you press the third floor button four times before the beeping starts up again.

Your mind immediately thinks the worst, and you're practically flying to the stairs as you run by two families and nearly knock a fellow doctor off his feet in your race towards Touya's room

Touya jumps when his room door slams open, his brows furrowing as he discreetly tries to see what made you run into his room in such a haste.

There were a few strands of hair that had fallen from your updo - you're panting as you take in Touya - sitting just fine on his bed as he stares at you. There's a hint of amusement in his eyes when he sees you before he slowly turns away.

He peers down to the device in his hands as he points it at the TV - clicking the small red button on it over and over again.

"A-Are you-"

"It won't turn off."

He waves the remote at the TV again, grumbling all sorts of profanities under his breath as he stubbornly tries to will the screen to shut off - the news played softly through the speakers as you slowly nod your head

"We use this remote for that."

He eyes the device in your hands before holding up the one in his hand

"Then what the hell is this for?"

"Emergencies. You press it when you need me and it is urgent - I check in periodically anyways, so you only use this remote when you really need me to come right away. You pressed it a lot of times before, so I had to run here. I thought something was wrong." You sigh, rubbing your temple as he turns over the device in his hand with a thoughtful hum. You gather the fallen strands in your palm and work on quietly fixing your hair.

"Why are you so nice to me?"

You pause from where you were tying your hair - lowering your hands into your lap as you tilt your head at him in confusion. Touya's glad he interrupted you while you were tying your hair - because now it falls over your shoulders in soft waves. He thinks you look... nice like this. He wonders if this will be the only time you'll let your hair flow freely in front of him.

The bluntess of his question was what made your hands drop. His words hang in the air as you try to formulate a response, but he cuts you off before you can get a word out.

"The other bastards treat me the way I deserve to be treated. How come you're actually trying? What's in it for you?"

He seems annoyed. But then you see the sincerity in his eyes - and you realize he genuinely didn't think he deserved any form of kindness. You want to hug him - but you also would like your limbs to stay in tact, so instead - you lean forward with a soft smile.

"You see, I like to think of people as flowers."

He stays silent, waiting for you to continue.

"Some grow in open fields with the sun shining over them all the time. Some grow through the cracks in concrete - and some die from drowning in too much rain or being dried out from the heat."

Something in his eyes softens at your words

"All flowers are beautiful you know - the ones people say are too far gone can still be preserved. I really like pressing flowers, you know, in glass. It reminds me that their beauty is an everlasting type of thing."

You pretend not to notice the sheen in his eyes when he stares at you. It's quiet. The curtains move from the gentle breeze that enters through the open window, and it catches wisps of your open hair in it as you smile.

Touya had thought he'd seen it all. The ugliness of the world, the terrible parts no one should venture into. How many times had he lied when he'd say "I've seen it all." ?

He realizes how wrong he was when he understands he forgot to look through the cracks in the dark walls he'd been surrounded by for so long - the splits and breaks in the surface where hope seeped through. There was still so much he wanted to see.

Flowers. Who knew something so little could mean so much?

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

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[suksatoru]

YEAH MY BOYFRIEND'S PRETTY COOL, BUT HE'S NOT AS COOL AS ME!

the loser known as tomura shigaraki manages to fall for the prettiest and most popular girl at his university—you.

loser tomura, who's heart felt like it was beating out of his chest when you chose the empty seat beside his in class. out of all the people you could've sat next to, you chose to sit beside him. he would've usually been beyond annoyed if it had been anyone else, but when he turns his head to meet your gaze with narrowed eyes—his heart skips a beat at the sight of your sugary sweet smile.

loser tomura, who can't focus in class anymore. he's as stiff as a board beside you, your scent consuming his senses as he slumps in his seat, trying not to glance down at your thighs as you shift in your seat and try to get comfortable. your skirt flowed over the soft flesh, and he can't think of anything else besides ravaging the plush skin with his tongue.

loser tomura, who offers to tutor you when you whine to him about how you don't understand the latest unit. he's a stuttering mess when you ask him to meet you at the library that day. he tries to look as presentable as possible, his insides giddy with delight as he finds you sitting at a table with a hot chocolate in hand for him. he doesn't think he's ever had such a good time—watching you pout and twirl a pencil between your fingers as he sipped on the warm drink beside you had been the highlight of his week.

loser tomura, who always helps you with your classwork and homework. he's desperate to please you in any way he can. known to the class as the biggest grump ever—you thought of him as a sweetheart.

loser tomura, who is utterly obsessed with you. he'd follow you to your dorm after class—ensuring you entered the building safely every night before trudging to his apartment. he kept tabs on you during the weekends too, taking note of the parties you attended and who your friends were. you'd dance in your pretty dresses completely oblivious to the creep standing in the corner of the room, watching you with that hopeless smile of his.

loser tomura, who thinks he's in love with you. what else can explain the way his heart swoons at the sight of you? he doesn't have the courage to confess, the thought of you rejecting him and cutting ties an overwhelming fear of his. losing you would be the greatest loss of his life. so, he'll settle with loving you from afar. as long as you remain in his life, unsuspecting and happy—what more could he ask for?

loser tomura, whos dreams are plagued of you. he can't stop thinking about your smile and gentle eyes, how your hair would look fisted and tangled between his fingers and the way you chew on the cap of your pen whenever you're working out a particularly difficult problem.

loser tomura, who looks forward to seeing you every. single. day. he loves when you tell him good morning and ask how his night was—he adored the way you'd scoot closer to hear his quiet and raspy voice when the class was being too chatty and how his crude jokes always enticed those little giggles from your lips. oh, how he'd love sinking his teeth into the gummy flesh.

loser tomura, who walks into class one day and sees another man in his seat—adamantly pressing kisses all over your mouth as you smiled feverishly. he can see the mystery man glide a shameful hand under the fabric of your skirt as he caresses your thigh, whispering all sorts of things in your ear that left a pink dust on your cheeks

loser tomura, who turns around and walks right out of class before you can catch sight of him. what an asshole that guy was for swooping in and taking what was his like it was nothing. tomura was pissed.

tomura, who considered himself a winner when he managed to pick up enough dirt on your stupid boyfriend to get him expelled from the university. you cried that week, whimpering on about how you had no idea he was such a terrible person who cheated on the entrance exam and blackmailed students.

tomura, who took advantage of your scattered mind that night when he latched his desperate lips onto yours to stop your cries. he was in heaven as he slipped his greedy tongue into your mouth and tasted what he could only dream of before—worshipping you and your body that night the way you deserved to be.

tomura, who walked into class late the next morning and feeling on top of the world with you behind him, a shy smile on your face as you tell your professor you fell asleep at your boyfriend's apartment.

tomura, who would soon learn you were everything and more than his greatest fantasies.

[suksatoru]

headcanons of dabi as your boyfriend! ⋆ ˚⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚⋆

pairing: dabi x you! content warning: he's better than your irl boyfriend!

dabi is always breaking into your house. doesn't matter if you give him a key, he'll give you a mini heart attack every time by showing up at midnight outside your balcony. he thinks it's romantic when he's waiting on the other side of the glass for you, drawing hearts on the window that's fogged up from the cold outside. claims he lost the key (he knows exactly where it is) just so he can scare you by popping up in your room at the most random times. you'll go to sleep at night alone and wake up the next morning to him snoring on the pillow beside you with his greedy hands around your waist

he has you wear a necklace with his initial on it. he thinks you look so pretty with that shiny & silver 'd' wrapped around your neck. the chain is thin and delicate so you can wear it everyday with ease. he loves watching you from afar when you're unsuspecting. you have no idea he's standing just a few feet away from you while you check out your groceries, but he's watching you happily. he's satisfied knowing you're wearing the necklace even when he isn't around—just like you promised you would.

he knows the best abandoned spots ever. he'll take you on dates to the rooftops of buildings all the time. you love the clear view of the sky and stars from being up so high, and he loves the way your hair blew and whipped around in the wind.

he has a secret playlist of songs that remind him of you. they're mainly filled with songs he'd snuck in from your playlist. he always says your music taste is trash and that you had no idea what real music was. but as you're driving (this man does not know how to drive a vehicle without committing a felony) he'll be tilting his phone away from you in the driver seat and adding the songs to his "my lady" playlist.

secretly a softie for cuddles. he'll always groan and grumble under his breath about how he's only cuddling you because he knows you like them, but inside he's so happy to just wrap his arms around you and spend quality time with you after a long day. he's fallen asleep many times like this. you'll be watching some old horror movie on the couch with him, running your fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp, and at some point you'll realize he stopped teasing you whenever a jump scare came on—and then you'll realize he's drooling all over you and sleeping like a big baby.