#・❥ beena writes・

[suksatoru]

010. CARNATIONS

It was all a blur.

Desperate arms wrapped around his frame the moment he stepped into sight. Touya shed more tears than he had in years today, the faces in the back of his mind that were beginning to fade away became crystal clear in an instant. Twin diamonds shine and leave a salty trail down his cheeks when his mother finally hugs him.

She cradled Touya's face in her palms as her fingers rubbed gently against his skin—telling Touya she was so proud of him, telling Touya he looked so healthy—telling Touya she was so happy to see him. Touya smiles when he's sad, and it was truly a sight to behold. His eyes had shards of gold glittering in them as they caught the afternoon sun's rays, and his smile was so handsome and authentic, it looked like the Gods themselves had carved it into his face.

Natsuo wasn't as 'tough' as Touya remembered him. Because the moment Touya cursed his brother out for getting taller than him while he was gone, Natsuo weeped like a newborn. Maybe he was mourning all those years growing up without having his older brother by his side—the years he spent as a teenager thinking he was getting older than his Touya-nii ever got to be.

Fuyumi was strong—she was able to hold Touya up all on her own when he crumped against her, pressing his cheek into the crown of her head as he thanked her for staying shorter than him. Her laughter is wet with tears, but it was just as sweet as he remembered. Natsuo's was too—just seeing them smiling at him felt like they'd ripped past skin and fleshed and pierced Touya's heart with a dagger carved with love.

Shoto's eyes flittered between his siblings and mother—watching them all stand around Touya as he swayed on his feet, unable to hold himself up as they all murmur quietly to each other—there weren't many words spoken, just the occasional sniffling and hiccuping sobs as they fussed over him

Shoto doesn't know when you intertwined your fingers with his to hold his hand, but he'll be forever grateful you did because his chest is so tight he doesn't think he can breathe right. His eyes move fast, rapidly blinking as he watches the scene in front of him unfold from afar

He's never felt more like an outsider than he did right now. He was watching his family show more emotion in this moment than he's ever seen in years. He looks to you for a moment, almost hesitating to step towards them all as his eyes are clouded with an unmistakable mist. You squeeze Shoto's hand encouragingly, and soon enough, he's slipping out of your grasp and gravitating towards Touya.

He's facing Touya's back right now, watching his older brother lean into their mother's palm as she kisses his hands before Shoto clears his throat—an attempt to catch their attention. He can see the muscles in Touya's back physically tense before he turns around. Touya's eyes catch yours first—before they slowly move to Shoto.

Shoto isn't a very good hugger. He's not really sure how to wrap his arms around Touya without it being awkward. Unfortunately—Touya also wasn't a good hugger. He stills when Shoto slowly wraps his arms around him, the younger boy's eyes closing as his face bumps against Touya's chest. Touya's words are stuck in his throat as his mouth goes dry, a strange feeling spreading in his chest as he looks down to see Shoto's ivory and ruby strands pressed against him.

Touya always thought Shoto had grown up to be a carbon copy of their father. He didn't know why, but he never really assumed Shoto may have grown to be a good kid until the war.

So, Touya tries his best. Wrapping his arms around the younger boy and letting out a shaky breath as his eyes squeeze close.

Rei went overboard with dinner. The table was covered with all the classics—rice, grilled fish, miso soup, pickled vegetables—everything and anything you could imagine. Rei was so proud when she saw the look on Touya's face, her heart soaring as her son muttered something along the lines of how good the food looked.

You were Touya's support through the entire dinner as he spoke. Most of the questions he got asked consisted of how he was feeling and adjusting. He answered all of them remarkably well, his voice even and smile calm as he ate his dinner

You sat in between Shoto and Touya, and you almost wish you weren't sitting between them when you watch Shoto lean over the table to look at Touya every time he spoke. It was like he was in a trance as he watched his older brother speak—if Touya noticed Shoto's lingering stare, he didn't say anything.

Shoto wanted to hear every word that came out of Touya's mouth. And luckily, everyone stayed at the dinner table well after dinner was finished. The conversation was nostalgic and calm. It was sad and maybe sometimes Touya would have to blink back tears, but God, he loved it all so much.

Rei was quiet for most of the dinner, save for soft smiles as she listened to Touya talk. Even when he was a kid, Touya talked a lot. She wants to ask Touya if he knows how he subconsciously leans towards you during the entire dinner, whispering things in your ear that have you fighting a smile

It was stupid little jokes he made whenever someone wasn't speaking to him—he'd jump so fast whenever he noticed the attention wasn't on him anymore as his eyes found yours. Unfortunately, Touya didn't notice how his mother's eyes never left him.

She saw it all. The way your eyes crinkled with a smile whenever Touya said something stupid, how Touya offers to fill your glass and how you and him get into a quiet argument on who gets the bigger piece of fish, both of you insisting the other gets the larger half. You two end up sharing, smiling with silent laughter whenever his fork clinks against yours

Rei knows Touya's kindness isn't because of her parenting. It can't be. Touya was an angry and mean child, one who lashed out often and couldn't get along with others.

She had trouble dealing with Touya, and Enji did nothing but worsen his condition. Her own inner turmoil had her mind falling apart, and she had been struggling with the man who was supposed to protect them just as much as Touya was.

You made Touya like this—calming the storm in his heart Rei thought would rage on forever.

When he was Dabi, Touya was even worse. She had seen the news, she knew her first born was alive and wreaking absolute havoc. Years ago, his supposed death had been her breaking point. And, oh, what she would have given to save him from his inevitable fate.

She failed Touya. She and Enji, they had both failed him. Not intentionally—she never meant to fail him the way she did.

But you had not failed Touya, and Rei was going to treasure you forever for unknowingly saving her family.

Rei hadn't experienced real love before. But the way Touya just looks at you lets her know that even if she didn't get the privilege of being able to know what it was like, her son did. And that alone is enough to make her happy.

"Mom?"

Rei is startled, turning to look at Natsuo when he places a hand on her shoulder, dishes in hand. Everyone's dispersed by now, and she realizes she's the only one still at the table.

"You spaced out again." Natsuo says, a sad smile on his face as he gently rubs his mother's shoulder. Rei's lips part as she makes a little 'o' with her mouth, before smiling softly

"Touya's in love."

Natsuo blinks once, twice, before his lip twitches upward. He slides into the spot beside his mother, leaning in closer as he takes a quick glance at you and Touya—who was marveling over the endless channels on the big screen TV that was placed in the center of the living room, your laughter flowing through the air at his excited commentary—he was pointing out all of his favorite movies as a kid.

"I know. Just...try not to say anything to them, okay? It's definitely not something either of them can pursue yet. Bringing it up in front of them isn't the best idea right now." He mutters quietly as Rei nods slowly, the gears in her mind shifting as she stays quiet in thought. Fuyumi calls Natsuo from the kitchen, asking him to bring the remaining dishes as he quickly stands up, following her voice.

Shoto pretends he wasn't able to hear Natsuo as he keeps his head low, piling the remaining dishes into his arms before strolling after his older brother. Of course, you had offered to help clean up like a good guest earlier—but Fuyumi had shooed you and Touya away before either of you got the chance, telling you to get comfortable in the living room.

Rei tilts her head to try and get a better look at you. Maybe she's getting ahead of herself, but Rei's thinking of the silver wedding band laying on the edge of her vanity. It was a ring that meant nothing, never had when it was slipped onto her finger

But it was a beautiful ring.

She wished it had been spent on a truer love. On something real and tangible, something as beautiful as the delicate diamonds encrusted into it. She zeroes in on your fingers, watching the way they curl around the TV's remote as you dangle it out of Touya's reach. He growls and grunts in an attempt to snatch it back from you, his laughter peaking through his facade easily as your squeals sound through the air

Yes, your fingers look like they'd fit her ring. She didn't ever think about passing her wedding ring down to one of her children, never even considered the thought. But...

For the first time in so many years, it was laughter that bounced between the walls of this house. It was beginning to feel like a home again.

You and Touya are dancing around such a fine line so carelessly.

Touya doesn't even know he's in love with you. He knows he cares for you, knows you've become the most important person in his life—he knows he loves you in some sense, but it took him a lot longer than he'd like to admit to realize he was in love with you.

He can see the cartoon's reflection in your eyes as you watch the TV right beside him. His body, simply put, was drawn to yours. You're pressed against his side, and he can smell you. You smell sweet, and he resists the urge to sniff you.

The thought is odd. He pauses, blinking at the TV screen but not even absorbing what's going on as his eyes slowly drag towards you. Did he almost sniff you, just now?

Okay. Touya was weird, he already knew that. But when has he ever wanted to sniff someone? That was just fucking weird. Suddenly, he starts thinking—and it feels like he's been carelessly missing the ON button in the back of his mind, and it had finally been switched on my some miracle.

He's had these type of thoughts before. Actually—he's had a lot of these thoughts before. He had just...ignored them. Too engrossed in any moment with you to truly acknowledge them.

Yeah, he wants to sniff you. He wants to know what shampoo you use, he wants to know your favorite meal—you know his, when does he find out yours? He wants to know if you have siblings like him, he wants to know if you take cold showers or hot showers, he wants to know if you like his family, he wants to know if you like him the way he likes you.

The realization dawns on him slowly, and Touya realizes he has never been more clueless in his life.

He likes you.

No, not like a patient liked their doctor. And not like how a victim liked their savior—it wasn't like that.

He liked you like he'd die without you, like his heart would cease its beating and he would genuinely be unable to feel any semblance of happiness again if you slipped away

He suddenly realizes you can't like someone that much. It was another feeling, and he was in deep.

"Aw, fuck."

You peer up at him through your lashes, a confused hum leaving your lips as you tilt your head towards him in concern

Touya looks down at you, a small smile splayed on his lips. He thinks, no—he knows he'll never love someone this much.

"You know, I forgot this sucker died at the end." He mumbles quietly, taking your chin between his fingers and tilting it towards the TV as a whine escapes your lips

"Touya! You spoiled it!" You pout, looking at the cartoon and huffing—what kind of kid's movie has anyone dying in it?!

"I'm kidding." He murmurs with a quiet laugh, watching relief flood your features moments later as you tuck yourself back into his side

"Good. I like that little guy."

"The cat?" He muses, leaning further into you as his breath fans your neck

He's so warm. So welcoming and gentle—and you can't even try and stop yourself from leaning further into him.

"Yeah. He reminds me of you."

The cat in question, was a grumpy little thing that spends most of the movie snacking on sweet treats—its belly round and happy from being loved so well. It was a silly little side character, but in an odd way, it reminded you of Touya's little mannerisms. The way it pouted and huffed and cracked the most absurd jokes the entire movie had you smiling ear to ear.

His fingers find your sides quickly, and you try to pry his hands off as he tickles your side mercilessly—adorable huffs of "Touya, everyone's sleeping!" escaping your lips as you try and muffle your laughter, covering your mouth as he pulls your hand away from your lips—saying he wants to hear you squeal and laugh for him.

You get him back, of course. But he doesn't even try to be quiet as you tickle his belly. He laughs loudly, straight from his gut and filled with so much joy that you can't bring yourself to stop

Touya has a really nice laugh, you think, watching him grin so wide—you think it must hurt to be smiling so much. He suddenly hooks a leg over yours, and the both of you roll off of the couch and onto the ground in your fits of laughter—and not once, not ever, has Touya felt more loved.

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

a/n; something is cominggggg 👀!

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[suksatoru]

touya todoroki, your devastatingly handsome biker boyfriend! :P

touya, who's blacked out motorcycle can be heard from seemingly miles away. he's always waiting outside your college's campus two pm on the dot—right when your classes end. with a cigarette dangling from his fingertips as the smoke's tendrils wrap around him in languid waves, he stands out amongst the student body like a dead flower in a garden.

touya, who's lip twitches whenever he catches sight of you racing towards him—sneakers hitting the pavement with each excited step towards him as he opens his arms to welcome your bone crushing hug—his leather jacket enclosing around you as his large palms find your waist, his nose nudging the junction under your jaw with a sly grin.

touya, who has a helmet reserved just for you to wear. your safety was his main priority, and he'd be damned if he let you ride with him not wearing a helmet. occasionally, if your pout is too hard to resist, he'll wear your neon pink helmet on his head proudly while the two of you go for your nightly drives. your smile washes away any semblance of embarrassment he may have felt—fuck what anyone else thought, his baby's happy—so he is too.

touya, who hums quietly under his breath for you at the red lights, and you can see his twinkling blue gaze even through the thick shield of his helmet. he was so handsome—inked skin peaking through his black leather jacket as it travelled up the column and back of his neck all the way towards his face.

touya, who loves the feeling of the wind whipping and fluttering around him—it feels like he's flying, and the music of his bike's engine and the breathing city around him always calms his nerves. the feeling of your arms secure around his waist is a silent promise, one he could never get tired of hearing.

[suksatoru]

𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚢𝚊 ♥︎ 𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚒 ♥︎ 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝.

𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃. ↞ rehab!touyaxreader series.

one shots and drabbles.

505 touya todoroki falls in love with you - and he musters up the courage to display his heart's true desires the day you help him dye his hair - just how can he control himself when your soft hands are rubbing his scalp so sweetly?

baby, why so bitter? dabi has always had a hard time communicating his emotions - but he tries anyway for you. he'll fight because it's all he's ever known - but your tear stricken face as he's leaving never fails to bring him crawling back to you - the only home he'll ever know.

lull in the storm dabi finds you awake late at night - and he's determined to know what's keeping you from sleeping.

i love you, it's ruining my life you find a broken touya todoroki bloodied and bruised. and as a civilian with a healing quirk, you make the mistake of saving what you believed to be an innocent man.

i like the way you kiss me, i can tell you miss me you learn what a cry baby touya todoroki is when it comes to the things he loves - meaning you.

mis rainy days with him were always a good day. but no matter how beautiful the rainbows were after a storm, nothing could compare to his soft smile after a day spent with you. his hero dabi finds his new obsession - you - a sweet hero who he just loves to play cat and mouse with

dabi's dearest dabi as a father - who knew he was such a family guy? (daddy dabi daddy dabi daddy dabi it's all i can think of fawkk)

ocean eyes touya todoroki is boy who can't always communicate his love for you - but you're willing to wait for him, no matter how long it takes.

heaven and back he's destroying a rivalry villain base when he finds you there, a prisoner. known to the world as a villain - dabi becomes your hero.

thoughts and headcanons.

valentines day! mha men and valentines day

silent treatment giving dabi the silent treatment was hard. especially since he was such a handsomely persistent pain in the ass

the morning after the morning after your first time with him

his kiss goodnight after his death, you visit touya's gave. accepting your own death while laying atop of your lovers coffin was a fitting end

boyfie headcanons! just thoughts abt dabi being the best boyfriend evaaaa

flawed and flawless dabi can't help but compare himself to you at times. during a rare moment where his insecurities were too strong to mask, you assure him of your love.

biker baby touya todoroki, your devastatingly handsome biker boyfriend! :P

[suksatoru]

𝒶 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝓂𝒶𝓃.

╰┈➤ sukuna! x reader! ೃ⁀➷

synopsis; you ask sukuna for a hug. fortunately, he tolerates you enough to grant the wish.

ೄྀ ࿐ fluff, sukuna being absolutely whipped for you! ˊˎ

His palace was huge - but there was one room that made you feel most at home. His chambers were more secluded than one would expect - the dark room had a balcony overlooking the plentiful garden outside, and the walls were hues of dark colors swirling together like a paint brush put in water. It was one of your favorite places to be.

He sat at the edge of the bed, eyes furrowed together in annoyance as he read over the latest list of complaints for him. His role as a king could be stressful at times - and you always know when he's had a particularly bad day by the fierce gleam in his eyes.

"Suk's, your bed is too small." You sigh, flopping down onto the massive mattress as he merely scoffed at your words

The bed in question was actually the biggest bed you'd every slept it. Large blankets were splayed over a few throw pillows (the pink one's were yours - Sukuna would always throw them across the room due to his distaste for the bright color)

"I should be surprised. But I've heard you say things even more absurd than that, pet." He grumbled, the paper that once rested in his hands ignited into flames as he tossed it away.

His back was facing you from where you sat - you could see how tense the muscles were through his robes and you sighed, pressing your cheek against the heart pillow

"I got a question for you, Suk's!" You singsonged, crawling towards him as he turned around with a scowl, obviously still very ticked off and tired

"What? If you ask me for a kiss I will bite your head off." He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest whilst his eyes practically dared you to say the request

Rolling your eyes, you settle beside him with a cheeky smile as you lean towards him

"I want a hug."

You watched his frown falter as he mumbled something about you being too needy

"Can't believe what I'm forced to put up with." He muttered. You know he was trying to scare you with the way he narrowed his eyes at you, but you saw the tiniest bit of softness in his red hues

"Is that a no?" You huffed as he groaned, pulling you into him and wrapping his arms around you. He did not verbalize his feelings often - but by the way he held you against him, you could tell he needed to be held by your tender hands

He loved the way your delicate fingers would always find the nape of his neck, gliding over his skin before they reached his pink hair, your fingers giving him a gentle massage that had him dropping his head onto your shoulder with a sigh

He held you for a while, his hands on your waist as he mindlessly traced his fingers on the small of your back. He let his mind go blank for just a while - allowing himself to be vulnerable in your presence as you soothed him

He hated admitting how much he'd miss you throughout the day. He'd pretend to be disgusted whenever you proclaimed your undying love for him, but he'd always be turning his face away from your cheerful laugh so you wouldn't be able to see his tinted cheeks

"I have duties to do, and I'm forced to sit here and deal with your needs. Pathetic." He mumbled into your skin as you gently smacked his arm, earning a look of absolute disbelief from him. If anyone else had touched him like that - they would've been sliced in half before they could even blink. But he remained quiet as you began talking

"If I am so pathetic, than why do you indulge in my needs? Unless you truly want to?" You question as he looks at you silently, taking in your appearance. You wore your hair pulled back today - your heart shaped face and plump lips catching his eyes as he sends you a look of disinterest

"Your mind is something else entirely. Though no where near the audacity you hold." He snapped, shutting you up quickly as he presses a quick kiss onto your lips - his mouth catching onto yours as he gently pinched your cheek - earning a yelp from you as you pulled yourself off of him

"Get away!" You laugh as he easily grabs onto your legs, pulling you back with a crazed grin

"Can't escape me that easily." He said, gently rubbing his finger over your cheek - the area under your eye a shade of light pink from where he gently held the skin

"I love you Suk." You confess, a cheerful smile on your face as he scoffs

"You are out of your mind if you think you can love me." He says, watching your lips form a pout

"But I do. So much." You coo, and he can't even stop his hands from moving to cradle your face

"Insane. You're an idiot." He mumbled, his thumb brushing over your face as smile

"I am your idiot." You reply with a lovesick smile

"Yes, you are." He says, his once cold heart fluttering at the sight of your innocent smile as he sends you a wicked grin.

[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]

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]

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]

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]

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 is 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 is 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]

𝒹𝒶𝒷𝒾'𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉.

synopsis; dabi as a father - who knew he was such a family guy?

You click the small white circle towards the bottom of your phone for just about the hundredth time, angling your phone over Dabi as he slept soundly - the white haired baby on his chest peering up at you with a gummy smile

You giggle, pocketing your phone as you reach your hand forward to ruffle your little baby boy's unruly white hair while dabi shifts in his sleep, mumbling your name before he goes slack again

"He's tired, hm?" You hum, carefully lifting the baby off of his broad chest as you lay yourself on the couch beside Dabi, pushing your baby's hair from his forehead as an adorable pair of eyes stared back at you

"We really need to cut your hair." You huff, pushing back yet another stray strand out of the baby's eyes as he babbles something - staring at his dad with a chubby, outstretched hand

Dabi's eyes flutter open - and his hands instinctively reach towards his chest which felt entirely too light - but his eyes catch onto your smiling figure as he slowly turns to you with a lazy grin

"Punk woke up before me, huh?"

As if in response to his words, the little baby in your arms lets out a gurgle of excitement with twinkling eyes - crawling towards his father as Dabi outstretches his arms to welcome him into his embrace

He nestles right onto Dabi's chest, and soon enough - you too are curling yourself against his bare skin with a content sigh, smiling when you see Dabi already looking at you

"Want another one?"

Your smile falters in surprise as you attempt to form a coherent response - sputtering out a quiet huh?! as Dabi laughs loudly

"What? He's pretty cute. Look at him chewing on my shirt - we can get another one to chew on yours so it's fair." He says casually, pulling back your son's cheeks gently from his tattered shirt at the little boy whines - latching his gummy teeth back onto Dabi's shirt the second he looks away and turns towards you

"Or maybe they'll both chew on your shirt." You mumble, huffing in embarrassment from Dabi's previous comment.

How long have you and Dabi been together? Years. Even after all this time, he can still leave you blushing wildly with his shamelessly flirtatious comments.

Dabi grins a lopsided smile, peering down at the sleepy baby on his chest as he tilts his head, staring down into the little boy's eyes

They were a pair of eyes he once hated, they reminded him entirely of his father and reflection in the mirror - oh the nights he'd spent begging silently for his baby to have your wonderful eyes. But things had changed quickly. Now, he lived to see those cerulean eyes crinkle with life and laughter. It was such a sight to see.

"He's teething. We gotta get him some sort of a chew toy I think." You say quietly, and Dabi scoffs

"Like a dog?" He smirks - and you glare at him, gently slapping his chest while trying to keep yourself from smiling

"No dumbass, like - well, I don't know." You suddenly say, a tinge of frustration clear in your tone as you look at the baby who peers back cluelessly - it's hard not to smile when he reaches forward and starts playing with your hair

"Hey...come on now, we'll figure this out." He says determined, ruffling the little boy's hair with a sharp grin "It's my baby boy, he'll be fine. Matter of fact - he'll be the best. You and me as his ma and pop? Oh, bless his soul." He teases, gently tugging on your hair in the same manner the little boy in his lap did - and you squirm with a laugh when he moves his palm further back, cradling your head and pulling on the strands with an oddly loving look in his eyes

"Ok, ok! He can barely walk - you really think he's all that though, huh?" You giggle, nudging your son's chubby cheek with a curled knuckle as Dabi rolls his eyes with a small smile, tracing circles lightly on your hip as he shrugs

"He could totally kick my ass."

"He can't even talk!"

"Sure he can! Say dad." Dabi commands, looking down at the little boy as he babbles something curiously - looking between you and Dabi with wide eyes

You giggle quietly, watching Dabi trying to get the baby to say dad over and over again - his confidence in the little baby never once diminished. Over the next couple of days, you'd catch him trying to get your son to say the word 'dad' far too many times.

You'd tease him relentlessly for it - but he'd bounce back with a cocky response, defending the white haired baby perched on his hip as he huffed and pouted.

You should've taken Dabi's stubbornness into account - his relentless nature was fueled by his determination, and your baby seemed to fall victim to this fact.

It's only a few weeks later when you're laying with Dabi in bed after putting your son down for a nap when you hear a quiet cry from his nursery - you lift your head off of his chest, but he pushed you back down gently

"I got it - go back to sleep."

After mumbling a response, you sink into the pillow and prepare to fall asleep - but Dabi's thunderous footsteps sound through the hall, and you quickly sit up in bed with confusion when you hear him yelling

"He said it! Say it again, you punk! Say it say it!"

"Dadda" the little boy gurgles, and your eyes shine with excitement as you immediately leap out of bed, running over and enveloping the pair in a hug

"Your daddy just wouldn't leave you alone, hm?!" You squeal, your son's very first words echoing through your mind as your lips pull into a toothy grin

Dabi puffs out his chest proudly - and the look of pure fulfillment on his face has you smiling harder.

His own little family - he'd finally felt the love of a real home.

[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.

tags ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ @siriusdumblittlepuppy @lovelymuffin

[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. chapter seven. chapter eight. chapter nine. chapter ten. chapter eleven - coming soon chapter twelve - coming soon chapter thirteen - coming soon chapter fourteen - coming soon chapter fifteen - coming soon chapter sixteen - coming soon

[suksatoru]

004. CARNATIONS

"Oh my."

You squint at the paper in your hands and try to decipher the words Touya had written on them with a wince. The letters were jumbled up—some of them didn't even resemble anything in the alphabet. The majority of the words you were able to understand were spelt wrong, and the proportion from one letter to the next was horrific.

"We'll work on your writing skills later this week, alright? But I'm proud you could get this much down! " You say with a smile as Touya snorts

"There's only one word I know I spelt right." He smirks, proudly pointing a finger to a sentence you'd missed towards the bottom of the page

Y/n L/n is beyutiful.

You laugh quietly as his smirk quickly transforms into a scowl. His poor attempt at flirting didn't really seem to work if you were laughing at him.

"Are you talking about how you wrote my name correctly? Because its spelling is clearly displayed on my name tag, Touya."

You can only laugh more at his grimace, folding the written paper in half before tucking it into his file folder to go over later.

"And thank you I suppose. Oh, I just wanted to let you know I won't be able to go on our walk today, Touya. I have a meeting with my supervisor. Would you like me to find another doctor for you to—"

"No. And what's the meeting about?"

You shake your head softly at his defiance before smiling

"You. You are my only patient, after all."

He smiles a little bit at those words.

The conversation slowly drifted to Touya giving you small snippets of the skills he had to learn after waking up all those years ago. By the end of the conversation though, his mood had fallen quite a bit. He didn't like talking about his past. The words were bitter on his tongue, but he forced them out for you. He wanted you to understand him—he needed you to.

"I couldn't understand what happened to me. I had so much shit going for me... so much potential. Then I went and fucked it all up. You know, I blamed him for how I turned out, but I think I was messed up from the start. Can't blame that piece of shit if I was born like this. Defected. " He mutters, his eyes hard as his nails dig into his palm.

Defected. He swears under his breath when he sees the blood trickling down his arm from clenching his fist too tightly. His gaze moves towards you when he feels your fingers press a soft cloth to his hand to soak up the blood. You clear your throat before speaking

"You're no defect." You start firmly

"No one is. You had these terrible expectations set for you when you were so young. You can't possibly blame yourself for what happened! So many young children struggle with their quirk, and you weren't fortunate enough to get the help you deserved. That is not your fault—"

"But I could've been better. If I worked hard enough. Fuck, it might have all been my fault from the start!" He laughs hoarsely, and his eyes have a crazed look in them as he actually considers the possibility

"But—"

"Maybe if I had just—"

"Touya!"

Your voice is strained. You're trying so hard not to let him hear the tremble in your voice, but the way his shoulders slump lets you know he had caught it. He looks away, his lips set in a firm line as his eyes harden

"I don't want to talk about this." He mutters. Every muscle in his body was tense as a feeling of unease settled over him.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault. I'm being too pushy about this." You sigh, frowning as you lean back in your seat. You were his doctor, you can't be the one having an emotional crisis! You were meant to be his emotional support, and the guilt you feel gnaws at you like a parasite.

He lets out a long sigh, shifting on the bed uncomfortably as you take a deep breath

"Okay—alright, we can talk about something else. Is there anything besides this on your mind? Maybe we could—"

"Can I be alone for a bit? Can you, just, leave?"

The look on your face is like a slap to his face. He bites his tongue from saying anything he'd regret as your eyes fill with a mix of something between sadness and disappointment.

"Yes—yes of course. Uhm, would you still like to eat dinner together tonight?"

"I just need some time alone. My head hurts. It's my fault, it's never yours. Just... yeah, yeah you can come later." He mumbles, avoiding your gaze as his guilt finally hits him

"...Okay."

Your whisper is the last thing he hears before the door to his room clicks close, and when he lifts his head from his palms—the room is empty.

Touya doesn't know if he'll ever be able to face his family again.

He thought he couldn't feel anything anymore. The pain he'd once felt was immeasurable, something uncontainable to the point where he'd grown numb and accustomed to it. But now he felt all sorts of things he didn't understand. You made him feel again. He wasn't sure if he should curse you out or thank you for it.

Your long awaited return came after almost two hours, his dinner tray in hand as you carefully placed the steaming rice bowl in front of him. You stand beside his bed with an awkward smile, your hands behind your back as you speak a quiet hi.

He tugs on your sleeve, pulling you down so you were seated on your chair. A quiet squeak leaves the back of your throat when he tucks a single hand under your thigh, dragging your chair closer to him easily with little effort. Your eyes are wide from the new proximity as he turns back to his food, acting like nothing had happened.

You're speechless for a moment, swallowing the lump in your throat as he begins his dinner. He points to your bowl with his chopsticks, gently nudging it towards you

"You hungry?"

He had broken the ice so easily—and you both fell back into your usual routine. An unspoken 'it's ok' was what he'd said as he handed you your bowl. You blow on the hot rice with a small smile as he begins questioning you about your meeting, asking whether or not you said good things about him.

You shouldn't like this so much.

Your chin is resting on your knees, you laugh as Touya tells you tales about the League. They were a unique group—but knowing Touya wasn't completely alone during his time as "Dabi" makes your heart feel a little lighter.

He speaks about the League as if they were still here. Fondly.

Your eyes catch onto the clock on his bedside, the block letters on them reading 11:32 PM. Your time with him had passed faster than you wished—and he watches you stretch before you stand

"Time for you to turn in for the night, mister." You smile with a yawn. He frowns a bit as he glances at the clock, watching you reach over and grab the empty bowls from dinner.

"I'll take this down to the kitchen. You wash up while I'm gone, all right?" You smile, holding the tray in your hands as Touya nods slowly, not giving you a verbal response.

When the door closes, he gets off the bed with a quiet sigh. Even after splashing his face with freezing water—his heart still hurts.

You were making him feel a little too much.

His mind keeps trailing back to your soft giggles and the way your professional face falls with the stupidly silly stories he tells you of the League.

He wonders if they'd be happy for him.

Touya hears your approaching footsteps as he's exiting the bathroom, and quickly opens the main room door for you.

You look surprised when the door opens before you can even get your keys out. You have to crane your head up a bit to meet his eyes—which are watching you intently.

Sometimes you forget how Touya's much taller than you are. He's usually at eye level with you when he's sitting in the hospital bed—but as he stands in front of the open door, your lips part a bit from the way he looms over you.

He silently moves over a bit to give you space to enter before closing the door behind you. You send him a small smile before tilting your head towards his bed

"I'll check your heart rate before I leave tonight. That's ok with you, right?"

Your eyes are pretty. Touya thinks if he ever has a staring competition with you, he'd win for sure. He likes staring at you especially when you're unaware. There's something about just knowing you exist that calms him. He likes seeing you smile, he likes hearing you talk—he especially loves that you seem to enjoy his company. He didn't think of himself as someone enjoyable to be around, but he feels wanted around you.

Touya's never felt wanted before. You were so refreshing to simply be around—he'd be perfectly content with living the rest of his life with only you. He didn't need or want anyone else.

"Yeah. That's fine with me."

Touya waits for you on the edge of his bed, his eyes trailing on you quietly as you wrap a stethoscope around your neck. The cold metal is pressed against his chest, and he realizes you've never been this close to him before.

"Touya, your heartbeat is a little faster than it should be." You frown, leaning in closer as he stays absolutely silent—he's been holding his breath since the moment you pressed the stethoscope to his skin

He's staring at you, and his heart only beats faster when you turn to meet his gaze.

No. Your eyes are beautiful.

He abruptly flicks off the lamp on his bedside table, which was the only source of light in the dark room before immediately laying himself down on the bed—his heart was pounding now.

"I'm fine."

He can already imagine your lips forming that adorable 'O' you make when you're startled, and he rests his forearm against his eyes before letting out a steadying breath.

"Oh! Well, are you sure Touya? Your vitals this morning were fine, so—"

"Y/n."

Your silence, for once, was a welcomed thing. His face was burning—every fiber of his being was. He didn't think he'd be able to go another second listening to your wonderful voice utter another damned word.

You whisper a quiet goodnight before leaving.

He stares up at the ceiling, the glowing stars almost mocking him as he sighs

"Goodnight."

You've already left the room, but he whispers the word anyway.

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[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.

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