#Because he was able to do something that Touya was never able to

[iwilldefendshoutotodoroki]

Just to remind everyone 

That the Todoroki family as a whole did not stop Touya by depowering him which allowed Shouto to come in and deliver the final blow because Touya had been weakened. Touya wasn’t weakened or depowered at all and was growing stronger up until he nearly exploded but was stopped by Shouto.

Just a reminder that Rei, Natsu and Fuyumi slowed down the process of Touya rising his fire to it’s maximum level but did not reverse it or stop it. This is why the explosion was inevitable because all they could do was slow down the process but could not stop or reverse the effects. 

So all those who are saying Shouto will never surpass Touya, he literally does just that but instead of gloating or making Touya feel bad he gives credit to his family. He’s not wrong to do so because they were vital and without them Shouto would not have been able to arrive in time but that is where their real help was, giving Shouto time not stopping the explosion. And instead of gloating over the fact he stopped Touya, he decides to instead praise Touya on his fire power and drive. He even basically hands over the masterpiece title to Touya because he knows that he can’t reach the levels Touya has with his fire because it’s not something he can force himself to do because that’s not the path he wants to take.

Shouto has chosen his path which is the opposite of what Endeavour wanted. He has chosen to use his fire as a supportive tool to make his ice much stronger. To Shouto, his ice is his main power and his fire is just merely a tool for him to be able to use his ice at it’s fullest potential whether through phosphor which is more physically draining or through his normal ice which he now has unlimited MP for.

This paves way for Touya to be Endeavour’s true masterpiece and the best fire user around while Shouto’s path way will be as his own person and best ice user around. 

I hope though Touya chooses not to be Endeavour’s masterpiece and finds a pathway for himself on his own terms.

[katsukistofu]

hug me, not it!

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ s. todoroki x gn reader ⭑ your boyfriend has hidden beef with your plushies.

shoto beadily eyes the intruding beasts behind you with distaste subtly written over his pretty features.

the “intruding beasts” being your plushies neatly lined up against the wall of your dorm.

did he buy most of them for you with his father’s credit card whenever the two of you went on dates? yes.

does that mean he was any happier to see them in his presence? no.

they already get the privilege to sleep with you every night. how dare they gatecrash on the both of your precious private time like this? uninvited too?

it’s silly, he knows, but he always gets the tiniest bit jealous when he comes to your room for study sessions or sleepovers, even movie nights.

only to see you cuddling with that damn rilakkuma bear plush he gave you last year to celebrate your anniversary in your lap. for the millionth time. in his spot.

shoto can’t help but feel a little replaced.

he throws one last glance over your shoulder at the offending sacks of fluff, before his soft strawberries and créme hair brushes your chin as he nuzzles deeper into the crook of your neck.

“sho!” you giggle. “that tickles.”

you feel a faint smile against your collarbone. just the slightest bit mischievous enough for you to be able to tell, as he lets out that quiet, melodic laugh of his. “sorry.”

he’s not really, though. shoto peeks back over at your plushies, the barest hint of smugness visible on his lips.

mine. shoto thinks while looking at them, arms circling your waist.

unaware of the one-sided competition for your affections behind you, you’re deadset on a mission for revenge.

gently, you brush the tips of your fingers along his neck.

shoto’s ridiculously handsome as he leans into your touch with a curious tilt of his head.

“what are you doing?”

his bangs fall into his eyes as he questions you, and you feel your heart skip a beat, wondering how he’s even real.

“trying to tickle you back!” you desperately attempt to do so again under his arms and on his thigh.

other than a blink from him, still no reaction.

“love.”

you don’t seem to hear him.

“shoto, lie on your tummy.”

he complies easily, always one to humor your bouts of inquisitiveness. whenever you were focused on something, you tended to tune everything else out.

shoto stretches out on your bed with his tall frame not unlike a cat. but his head is still turned back to you, staring at you to try and to get your attention.

“love.” you’re trying to tickle the back of his knee now, to no avail.

finally, you raise your head to look at him. “yeah?”

“i’m not ticklish.” shoto deadpans.

“what, really?” you whine, stopping your attack on his leg. “not even as a baby?”

“no.” amusement dances in his gemstone eyes as he studies you. “touya always got mad when he tried to, because it never worked.”

you stifle a giggle behind your hand. “what did you do to make him tickle you in the first place?”

“exist,” your boyfriend says so simply that you have to let out a laugh.

you reach out to cup the side of his cheek, and there’s a soft intake of breath from him as his lashes flutter shut.

shoto wonders how your gentle touch always makes him feel warm all over, when he’s certain he’s not even using his quirk.

it’s strange. in good way.

“why do you like cuddling those plushies so much?” he murmurs, eyes still closed.

a flustered expression that he can’t see spreads across your face.

“um, i guess it’s ’cause they smell like you and at night it helps me sleep?”

“oh.” his eyes blink open in surprise at that, warmth starting to grow on his cheeks.

shoto takes in the sheepish grin you’re wearing, and reaches out to cup your burning cheek similarly like how you did with his moments before.

you shiver into his sweet and soft touch, and the side of his lips quirk up.

“you can cuddle them. but when i’m here, the only one that should be in your arms is me.”

[taeggukxiie]

Hi I need to ramble about dabihawks again because what do you mean horikoshi created the perfect characters for the "two sides of the same coin" plot but never used it? What do you mean he created two characters that could've been heros together or villains together but chose the universe where they're apart? What do you mean he created two characters that could've understood each other so deeply but never made them share their worries together? Never make them talk seriously? Never make them realize that they could've helped each other?

Yes dabihawks is toxic but you wanna know why? (Partly) because toxicity is the only thing they've ever known. Their family, their growing up environment, the people they interacted with, their ideals, their opinions, the society: everything in their lives is toxic. So of course it's hard for them to be healthy for each other since they can't even be healthy for themselves.

However, even if a lot of people are saying that they represent the "we make each other worse" trope, I don't really agree (although I respect every opinions don't get me wrong). I feel like if they talked seriously they could've created something new. Both relating on how shitty their fathers were, on the abuse, on the society's marginalization they went through (because yes, Hawks is marginalized and not integrated, try me). Both talked about their dreams of becoming heroes but failing because touya became a villain and keigo became a soldier. Both relating on how difficult it is to express emotions when you lived all your life with people wanting to dictate your every moves and dreams (the commission forcing hawks to exist as they want while endeavor forcing his dream on dabi, but the reverse is also true). They lost trust in everything but could've helped each other to trust again.

They could've been the anchor for each other if horikoshi actually didn't throw their potential away (love you hori but you fucked up on that one). They could've help each other because even though dabi is obssessive he would've listen to someone who when through the same atrocities as him, just like the only people he was able to bound with were the League.

They could've help each other because hawks would've realise that his true will as a hero is not to follow the HSPC but save little children that just wanted to be accepted. Dabi could've help Hawks to get away from the commission while Hawks would've help dabi reconsider his revenge on his family (not endeavor though, but the rest of his family). Dabi would've understand that great heros are doing what they can, but in the current society it's just not enough. And they both would've understand that bad people don't fester the society, the society fester the people.

They could've been the comfort place they were both seeking. They could've understand each other. They might even have brought keigo and touya back.

What a waste.

[rueclfer]

heyy there can i request some more touya headcannons? i really enjoy your way of picturing him because it’s just so canon and he’s kinda a lovely dick y’know. whatever comes to ur mind. thank u so much!!

weelll since you gave me so much freedom here r some touya as a housemate hcs ANNDD a moodboard bc i enjoy the visualization <3 since we talked abt this the other day too !! (i yapped so hard here sry sry this is so indulgent)

bakugou's and sero's version too hehe

housemates // touya todoroki

touya hates the idea of living with a complete stranger or one of his siblings, so what other option does he have other than forcing his best friend (crush) on a lease with him?

the newfound freedom definitely puts him on his ass for a few weeks. barely sleeps. eats like shit. trash is scattered everywhere. several unpacked boxes. it stays like this until fuyumi comes over to check our the place and gives you two a hard scolding to get your shit together.

more often than not, you'd end up waking up on the couch with your legs sprawled out across his lap and his upper half leaned over the couch arm rest in deep sleep. staying up so late was probably one of his favorite things about living together. being able to talk as loud as you wanted, watch movies late into the night, look over the city from your balcony- he found solitude in existing with you.

if he wasn't already codependent before moving in together, just know his ass will be GLUED TO YOU. you'd be doing work in your room and he'd barge in and flop down on your bed without a word. maybe he'd gotten a bit too comfortable.

if he's feeling extra annoying that day, he'd bring in his guitar and amp and keep asking you to rate his riffs until you entirely give up on work and give him some attention.

is it obvious his love language is quality time? not only that, gift giving too. he's like a fucking crow.

"look what i found. it's a rock. for you."

makes him soooo giddy to see your display of the rocks, feathers, and dried up flowers he picked up for you on his walk. sometimes you'd come home and there'd be a new addition to the ever growing collection.

ofc you'd return the energy in a different way. touya will not cook for himself. ever. he eats like shit as an internal rebellion against the healthy diet he was forced upon as a kid, but you will not allow that boy to rot himself from the inside out!! he can expect several tupperwares of portioned out meals with notes attached to the lids if you know he'd be home all day by himself.

"to t <3. if you don't eat every last bite i'll find out and it'll hurt my feelings and i might combust into flames or something idk don't risk it!"

i can also imagine him holding back tears whenever you ever come into his room to hand him a bowl of cut up fruit. the first time you do it he'd be speechless like jaw dropped taken aback. has he ever felt love like this??? i think not.

despite all of the kind gestures, he's still touya todoroki. hides your keys if you annoyed him that morning by rushing him in the bathroom and makes you a few minutes late to class/work. chronic door slammer. pisses with the door wide open. no sense of privacy and do not gaf to knock. always locking himself out -> i feel strongly about this like imagine coming home after a long day and he's sitting out in the hallway with a pouty face waiting for you hehehe.

i don't think he'd realize this crush until a few months after you've moved in together. how could he when you two practically already act and bicker like an old married couple?

yes- peanut butter belongs in the fridge. no- it doesn't. stop leaving your socks everywhere. you forget to flush again. stop slamming the doors. you ate my chips, didn't you? don't lie. did you really need to put the mugs up that high? (he does it on purpose, and tightens the lid to every jar too.)

it wasn't until one late evening when he comes home to find you frantically mixing a doughy substance in a large metal bowl. you never bake, but you have your own oven now, so why not?

"god, finally. help me, my arms hurt." you groan, shoving the bowl in his hands. "i think i fucked up."

he sees the hurricane aftermath of your kitchen- flour everywhere, egg shells left on the counter, every single jar imaginable opened and scattered around. he could be teasing you about the mess, but god you looked so beautiful with that stupid wrinkle in between your eyebrows as you read over the recipe, and the streaks of flour across your pant leg from wiping your hands, and the way you swipe away the stray pieces of hair falling in your face with the back of your hand- oh fuck.

he thinks he's falling in love with you.

he swallows it, but he starts acting kinda weird around the apartment.

like he's.... avoiding you?

living with his best friend whom he just so happens to develop a crush for, would eat him alive. he locks himself in his room and chain smoke out his window while he's stressing the fuck out. he told you he'd stop smoking, but he's sure you'd understand the need for it right now. he hopes you can't smell it.

i also think he'd be a stress cleaner lmaaoo he cannot sit still with his thoughts for too long, so the headphones are ON and blasting and he'll definitely use that as a scapegoat + the loud ass vacuum for ignoring you if you try to talk to him while he's on this cleaning frenzy.

you think he's sick LMAO imagine the pain he feels when you come knocking on his door and calling out that you're leaving a bowl of soup and cough medicine outside his door for him. he doesn't tell you that yeah he's sick but *not in that way*

lovesick. that boy is lovesick!!!!!!

how do you avoid your housemate while you figure out how to control your feelings?

he confesses via note that he leaves on the kitchen counter. really simple tbh nothing too extravagant, but he signs off by telling you that he's staying crashing at fuyumi's for a couple days.

you text him a string of obscenities to get his ass back home and he does (he's scared of you).

he CAANNOOTT talk about his feelings in an adult way. he is sitting on the complete opposite side of the couch, twiddling his thumbs, and staring down at his feet like a child while you reread his confession note out loud to him. you find his discomfort hilarious but endearing. he finds you unbearably insufferable.

jesus the amount of times in that apartment where he would storm off to his room whenever you two got in an argument or you pissed him off...old habits die hard, you guess, because this isn't the todoroki household anymore and you aren't scared to lose that deposit and kick a door down.

once you corner him and get him to open up about his feelings the air in the room suddenly shift!! the clouds are clearing and the sun is shining woooowww look at what good communication can do.

sharing an apartment with your BOYFRIEND is no different than sharing one with your best friend. i think he'd like to keep your separate bedrooms to have your own space, but you'll rarely sleep apart.

so! many! new! traditions!

helping him dye his hair on the first saturday of every month. biweekly horror movie marathons. counting the communal piggy bank ever couple months. trying new takeout spots until you find THE spot for every category- chinese, pizza, ramen, etc etc.

and finally, an everlasting mark on your first apartment together: a small carved out heart around your initials left on the inner corner of a kitchen cabinet done with his pocket knife on a random weekday evening while you two are cooking dinner together.

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touya tag: @moonchild701 @kaldurahms-lover @themultifandomgirl @devilslittlehelper @porusuniverse @ratatellie @katbug37 @ggriwm

[kikyoupdates]

Fatherhood | Todoroki Shouto x F!Reader

shouto discovers he’s going to be a dad

Shouto blinks. You’ve just placed an object into the palm of his hand. A second ago, you were snuggling up against him, looking a bit distracted for some reason, and now, he finds himself staring down at something he can’t quite make sense of. 

It’s not that he’s never seen it before. Of course he has. At the store, and in commercials, and in various ads online. He may be a bit naive and ignorant when it comes to some things—okay, a lot of things—but he’s not an idiot. His brain is still able to make the connection. It’s just that he’s in sheer, utter disbelief. 

Two lines? Doesn’t that mean…

“I’m pregnant, Shouto.”

He lifts his head in a hurry to meet your gaze. Your eyes are bright, honest, and your lips are pressed into a small, gentle smile. 

Pregnant? As in, there’s a baby growing inside of you? 

His baby? 

Shouto swallows hard. All of a sudden, his hands are shaking, and he can barely hold the pregnancy test straight. It feels like the entire room is spinning. It feels like he’s forgotten how to breathe. 

This is good news. Of course it is. He loves you with his whole heart, and he already knows you’ll be an amazing mother. You’re kind, attentive, loving, and devoted. You have so much love to give that you were even able to help heal his wounded heart. You’ve stood by his side, no matter what, and not once have you given up on him. 

You’re not the reason he’s scared right now. He has full faith in you. 

He just doesn’t know if he has faith in himself. 

“I-I’m just—I don’t know how I’ll—” Shouto takes a deep, shuddering breath. He leans his head against your shoulder and trembles, ever-so-slightly. “...what if I’m not good enough?” 

It’s no secret that his family life is a mess. For the longest time, he was estranged from his mother, and he resented his father with all his soul. To make matters even worse, his older brother, Touya, is a villain who is currently imprisoned in Tartarus. Shouto doesn’t know what it’s like to have a normal, healthy family. Some of his wounds have mended, it’s true, but they will never fully disappear. He’ll never know what it’s like to have had a happy childhood. 

How is he supposed to make his own child happy, if he never experienced it for himself? 

Shouto can feel the start of what is sure to be a horrible downward spiral, but before he has the chance to sink into doubt and self-loathing, you cup his cheek with your hand and look right into his eyes. 

“It’s exactly because you struggled with your own family that you’ll be a great dad,” you say, smiling so gently he can’t even believe you’re real. “I know it was hard. I’ll never be able to fully understand what you endured. But all the times your father hurt you, or made you feel scared, lonely, helpless… that’s why you’ll know what not to do. That’s why you’ll know what your child would never, ever want. And that’s why you’ll be even more considerate of them. So that they never have to experience what you went through.” 

Shouto’s bottom lip quivers. Tears well up into his eyes, and it doesn’t take long for a few droplets to roll down his cheek. Nevertheless, he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he leans into your touch and squeezes one of your hands for reassurance. 

“Really?” he breathes. “Do you think… I’ll be a good dad?”

You continue to smile, eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that he finds so, so beautiful, and endlessly endearing. 

“Of course you will be. There’s not a doubt in my mind.” 

It’s amazing how quickly you’re able to put his worries to rest. Just by looking at that bright smile of yours and hearing a few, simple words, suddenly, he feels like anything’s possible. 

“I’m… going to be a dad,” Shouto mumbles, somewhat in a daze. His chest tightens up, but it’s not because he’s nervous anymore. All that’s left now is excitement. The excitement of knowing that you’re going to start a family together.

Without warning, he pulls you into his arms and kisses you deeply. You melt into his embrace and kiss him back. He could stay like this for hours upon hours, and he’d never get tired of it. He’ll never get enough of the love, warmth, and fulfillment you bring him. 

As long as he has you, there’s no reason for him to be scared.

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Swallow Your Words

Part 1

Incel!Shigaraki. Quirkless/college seniors AU.

I’m doing this as a series not a one shot because in the process of writing it I got attached to the characters and the plot QnQ this will have a positive character arch for Shiggy. This first part ends on a bit of a climactic spot, but hang in there I’m already writing the next part that will have some spice ♡

tw: HEAVY misogyny; like upsettingly so; I read Reddit threads and instagram comments to get into the headspace of an incel for this; yes it did hurt my brain; that’s all for now I think. Future parts will have heavy smut.

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Okay, so maybe going out on your third date this week with another brand new guy right after your shift at work wasn’t the brightest idea considering you still had abnormal psych homework to finish. You blearily trudged into your campus library, thankfully open 24 hours, and shuffled into the computer lab. Taking out your textbook, you set to work on the writing assignment due in approximately 6 hours. You got this.

As you were furiously typing up your mock evaluation of patient number 3, you heard someone cough. It made you jump, it was nearly 11pm and you could’ve sworn you were in here alone. You looked around the room as calmly as you could and spotted him sitting two rows of computers down, you were facing each other so he caught you looking. Damn it, not him.

Tomura Shigaraki, AKA rich asshole misogynist lives off daddy’s money motherfucker. He caught sight of your decidedly slutty outfit (a tank top push up bra miniskirt combo that never failed to get your dinner covered and a super oversized zip up hoody) and unmistakably doneforadate hair and makeup when you’d walked in, paying him no mind.

-What a bitch, he thought. She probably came here straight from getting fucked over some loser’s coffee table and was so disappointed at how shit he was that she decided maybe she didn’t wanna flunk out senior year and came here to finish her homework.- He rolled his eyes.

He’d had a crush on you since he first saw you freshman year. And he hated himself for it. Just like he hated how soft your hair looked, or how good you smelled sitting at the desk in front of him, or how your eyes sparkled when you laughed at something your friends said. He hated it all. Women were good for nothing cheaters and gold-digging sluts, just like his first stepmother. And the second. And the last. And the current. He’d watched these women sneak around his father after he’d given them everything and it was never enough for them. His father, ever pragmatic, would just get rid of them and find a new one when he finally caught them. Watching this happen over and over again taught him two things. 1) Women are worthless and 2) Women are replaceable. But not you. It didn’t matter how many girls Touya set him up with, he couldn’t get you out of his head. It pissed him off. He should be able to just fuck any bitch and get it out of his system. But he couldn’t. It was torture. And it made him hate you more.

You rolled your eyes, breaking eye contact and he chuckled. You tried your hardest to ignore him, fuck that guy. You could practically hear his internal obnoxious comments from here. He had been in at least one of your classes every semester since freshman year of college. He totally wasn’t stalking you. You had the same major, Forensic Psychology, so you told yourself it made sense you’d be taking similar classes. He’d managed to piss you off for the last four years almost every single day. He and his friend Touya, another trust fund kid that shared your major, would often make crude remarks back and forth to each other during class. Because their fathers donate so much money to the college, the professors can’t say anything without fear of retaliation. You could though, and often did when you couldn’t stand ignoring them any longer. Usually embarrassing them into shutting the fuck up for the day. The blissful peace never lasted long however.

“You get all dressed up like that just for me? I’m touched, but I think I’ll pass. I don’t know where you’ve been.” He sneered, finally deciding to break the silence. You raised an eyebrow at him and took in his relaxed posture. Leaning back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head, shit eating grin splitting his infuriatingly pretty face. You scoffed at him, eyebrow still raised, and went back to doing your homework. “What, no snotty retort? I’m almost offended. Cat got your tongue? Or is that tongue too tired from what it got up to tonight?” He mimed sucking a dick and you sighed deeply. “Oh please, as if I’d get this dressed up just to impress you. All it would take is a T-shirt and jeans anyway, since we both know the last woman you saw in a mini skirt only talked to you cause you paid her.” You snarked back.

He visibly tensed. “I don’t pay whores to spend time with me, so if you’re searching for a summer job keep looking.” You actually laughed. Out loud. “You silly little rich boy, no amount of money is worth stooping low enough to fuck an incel like you.”

Your laugh caught him off guard. It was long and loud and almost musical. It pissed him off. So did everything about you. You were too good at reading people, at reading him. He wanted to listen to you laugh more. Almost as much as he wanted to fuck that stupid beautiful grin off your face. Instead, he just huffed and deflated slightly. “What makes you think I’m an incel? Is it cause I don’t go on 10 dates a week? Not all of us are that desperate, honey.” He threw back at you. Without even looking up, you shot back, “It was only 3, fyi, and don’t call me that. Also, no it’s not that. It’s everything about you. You have never, in 4 years of being unfortunately aware of your existence, ever shown that you hold even a modicum of respect for women. Any woman. And you and your jerk bff do nothing in class but talk over and make sexual comments about the girls sitting around you while making assumptions about their personal lives. God forbid we have a female professor! You dont go on dates because every woman in a 10 mile radius of you knows what a disgusting shitbag you are. You make it exceptionally clear that you don’t want us around other than to occasionally stoke your micro dick while you get off to cartoon porn. Now shut the fuck up and let me finish my homework.” You glanced at the clock, 11:30. Ugh, tomorrow is going to suck.

He seethed. No one spoke to him like that ever. It pissed him off that some dumb slut like you thought you could get away with it. He was going to get even. He was going to find a way to make you his. He was going to be the one to bend you over his coffee table. And his desk. And his car. And anything else he felt like bending you over. He would get you to submit to him. And he would make it painful and humiliating for you, just to prove a point. Let’s see you call him an incel shitbag after that.

He contemplated how he was going to do this for a few minutes. He decided he would start by just playing it cool. Sighing long and loud, he started, “Hey, are you working on the Abnormal or the Physio homework?” He asked, putting effort into making himself sound exasperated. -There is no way this is going to work, he thought.- You raised your brow again, “Abnormal, already did the physio. Why?” You were immediately skeptical. “I missed class yesterday, and this really sucks but I’m stuck on this bullshit.” He wasn’t. “You think you might deign to help me? And let me copy your notes?” He looked at you almost… hopefully. What the fuck? “Uh, are you sure you’d want such a ‘dumb worthless bitch’ to help you with your homework? I’d hate to drop your IQ by breathing the same air as you.” You said flatly, throwing some of his more common insults back in his face. “Oh come on, we both know your GPA is like a 4.2-” “4.5.” You corrected. He sighed in irritation. “Look, will you please just come over here and help me? I’ll even call it tutoring, I’ll pay you.” You regarded him skeptically. Damn it, if you didn’t really really need the cash. “Hmm. Okay, fine. I’ll help you. But only if you promise to leave me alone in class from now on. Stop snapping my bra straps and making gross comments about me to Touya, I mean it. And it’s gonna be 100$ bucks to help you with two classes at midnight the night before the homework is due.”

-Pocket change, he thought.-

-Easy money, you thought.-

That was… shockingly easy. He hadn’t expected you to actually agree to help him. Or to gather your things and gracefully float over to the chair and computer next to his. You pulled up her homework again, continuing to work on it. “So, what did you need help…with…” you trailed off as you looked to his computer to see what he was stuck on. He was watching cartoon porn. On a school computer. He quickly clicked out of it and his homework came into view. Well, you thought, at least he was actually doing his homework. At some point. You gazed at him from the corner of her eye. He really is an incel. He grinned at you almost evilly. Although man, ok, getting caught watching porn on a school computer totally does nothing to refute your incel accusation. But it did make you flush satisfyingly. You held out your hand expectantly. He rolled his eyes and pulled out his wallet, handing you a crisp 100$ bill. You gawked at it, “It’s a wonder no one has ever mugged you I swear.” You said, shaking your head. The motion caused your hair to swish prettily, he could smell your shampoo. He pulled his backpack into his lap.

You spent the petter part of the next hour doing your homework together, you “helping” him as you went. He was surprised you actually knew what you were talking about. He was surprised you could retain any information in that wind tunnel you called a skull, even knowing your GPA was as high as it was. You were actually…smart? You didn’t look smart, you looked like every other college whore with dyed hair and winged eyeliner. It made him angrier, for some reason. It made him want to crush you beneath him even more. You on the other hand were surprised that he was able to hold a conversation with you for this long without insulting you. You actually just laughed at one of his jokes. “You know, you’re actually fun to talk to when you’re not constantly putting me down.” You said, smile wide and eyes all sparkly again. Ugh. He hated how it made his stomach flip. “Am I?” He attempted a smile back. “Mhmm. You’re even a little bit funny. JUST a little bit.” You joked back while typing up the last bit of your assignment.

Funny? She thinks I’m funny? And.. ‘fun’ to talk to? Girls didn’t usually think so, even when he wasn’t insulting them. They usually couldn’t get past his face. He had eczema, and even though his father’s very expensive doctors worked hard to keep it under control so it wasn’t angry red and weeping anymore, his skin WAS chronically dry. Even his face and neck, though it was worst around his eyes. The skin there looked stretched and almost flaky, though it wasn’t NEARLY as bad as it had been when he was a child. He had a scar over one of his eyes that started above his eyebrow and fell just above his cheekbone and another scar on his mouth from when he was a kid and couldn’t stop scratching at his face. He looked… deranged maybe? Not pretty. Certainly not pretty, you told yourself over and over while sitting there talking with him like it was a normal thing you did. Certainly not pretty, with his pale shaggy hair and his big eyes that looked almost like shiny rubies this close up and the little beauty mark on his chin. Even his scar made him look… you didn’t know, edgy? Beautiful, a sick twisted part of your mind offered. Oh god no. PLEASE no.

You started packing up your things and getting ready to go. “Well, this wasn’t the worst end to a night I’ve ever had. Thanks for keeping me company, I’ll see you in class in… god, 4 hours?” You smiled at him, getting up from your chair. It was nearly 2:30 in the morning. He laughed a bit, “Ah, yeah. Thank you for helping me finish.” Even HE cringed a bit and that double entendre. “But uh, hey, you live off campus right? Just come crash on my couch, I’ll take you to class after we both get a power nap. That way you don’t have to wake up even earlier just to come back.” He casually suggested way more confidently than he felt. (Now listen, if you’ve never pulled an all nighter right before a 6am class, you might think this is insane. But this… this was like the dove and the olive branch.)

-Thank god, you thought. And he’s really not so bad honestly, maybe you just had to get to know him. Famous last words. -

You practically beamed up at him, now standing at his full height, “That would be so nice actually, thank you!” You paused. “As long as you don’t try to do anything to me in my sleep.” You narrowed your eyes at him. He laughed.

You got to his dorm and your jaw dropped. It wasn’t a dorm. It was a dedicated on campus villa for his family to use when visiting or attending classes. His whole family were alumni of this college it seemed. Apparently Touya’s family had one too, right next door, which is how they’d met as freshman. It was… adorable. Landscaping clearly took care of the outside, the grass was immaculate and the garden in front was lousy with flowers and shrubbery and meticulously kept ivy that climbed latticework around the windows. Above the door was a gold plaque, “In honor of family Shigaraki for their generous donations throughout the history of this campus.” The Shigaraki was the largest thing in the plaque, written in elegant swirling cursive.

“It’s beautiful.”, you said in awe. You’d never imagined a person like him would live in a place that looked like this. How is he so miserable? You wondered. He has money and a beautiful house and his college is payed for in full. He’ll never have to worry about student loan debt or whether he’ll eat or not or his parents medical bills or his siblings needing new clothes and shoes for school. He’ll never have to go on dates just to eat because his whole paycheck goes to his family to make sure they survive until he’s making enough money to support all of them. You just… couldn’t understand. It seemed like he had everything.

He seemed surprised by your compliment of the place. “Oh, thanks. Yeah it’s pretty old now, but the school keeps it in great condition. The past four generations of Shigarakis have lived in this place. I didn’t think much of it at first, just a place to pass out and do homework. But a year ago I went into the attic and found an old picture album my grandmother made while she went here. It made it feel… more important.” He rambled on while he fumbled with the keys in the lock, not sure why he was telling you this. “Ahg, this damn thing always sticks.” He finally unlocked it and ushered you inside.

[arceus-insanity]

Endeavor Deserves No Sympathy!

I don't understand how anyone can think Endeavor was ever a good dad. It also always comes off as incredibly victim blamie, especially towards Touya, and often Shoto too.

He literally only got married and had kids to use them. He never gave a shit about their well being, never even thought about it until he had the one thing he cared about and was still miserable. I've already gone over the math proving he gave up on achieving his dream himself at 21 at the absolute latest. (https://www.tumblr.com/arceus-insanity/763259515356512256/i-liked-endeavors-character-when-he-was?source=share)

And basic math will once again be used to prove just how little this waste of flesh actually tries.

This time the focus is on how quickly he abandoned Touya and immediately went to emotional abuse via neglect & literally replacing him, and once again risking that more children be born with self-destructive quirks.

For context we only see Endeavor doing anything with his kids that's not him literally walking through and ignoring them in two circumstances. Once when Fuyumi's a newborn and Touya is attempting to crawl (not walk) over to her. And training. Those are the only times he tries to spend with any of them, even after he starts his 'atonement'

Now comparing Touya in the scene of them training and himself as a toddler and all the child imagery this series loves to use instead of actually saving imperfect victims, Touya is at least 3 (probably closer to 4) when he's taken to the doctor and they are informed of his condition

Natsuo is 4 and a half years younger than him.

We know for a fact Natsuo (& Shoto) was conceived after they got the news, not willingly either. Pregnancy takes 40 weeks average, so Touya would still be 3 when Natsuo was conceived. So once again it took this 'man' less than a year to give up and have another child he hoped to use as a tool, and was explicitly making to hurt his existing son. And as I have said plenty of times before, risking that the new kids could be born with the same disorder, I hate how convenient it is that Shoto gets near zero negative quirk side effects.

Want to know what we never see, Endeavor doing something else with Touya and Touya demanding training, it's always him walking past/ away from Touya. Considering all of the shit they've pulled to soften Endeavor's abuse both in the manga and even more so in the anime, they wouldn't skip something like this. It's not hard to tell that Touya's 'obsession with training' is really about spending time with his dad, you know like a human child that literally needs love, proven by numerous studies and research in the real world.

He throws all parenting responsibilities onto Rei, adds more children to that load, and when Touya suffers for it (like everyone else) he does nothing, doesn't even hire a nanny

Another are you kidding me take I've seen is that somehow Touya's quirk issues are worse than Midoriya's and Yuga's. Touya managed to train his quirk to produce blue fire at 13 with zero equipment and less than no help, and only lost control of it, because of the mental abuse Endeavor had inflicted on him leading him to a mental breakdown. And/ or the theory I've only seen once of AFO using his ability to force quirk activation (seen with a passed out chapter 90 during his first confrontation with All Might)

Midoriya was breaking his bones all the way into the Shie Hassaikai arc and was only able to fight because Eri and was breaking support equipment in the following arc as well. Yuga had a support belt all the way back in the entrance exam and was still struggling with that.

Speaking of Yuga let's compare parental effort here, because as much as it backfired Yuga's parents tried a whole lot more. For starters they nearly bankrupted themselves to get him a quirk, so he could feel equal. All For One is a mythic man prior to his arrest, and those who knew of him were shown to be serious long-term villain groups, so they had gone to quite a bit of effort to find that he existed to begin with. They also got him support gear (the navel belt thing) as a kid to help him with said quirk, he literally had it in the entrance exam. Endeavor never looked into that, Endeavor is not only rich too but he's a top hero he would have direct access to support equipment companies that would jump at the opportunity and it never even occurred to him.

Endeavor's name is an irony as endeavour means to try hard to do or achieve something. He never tries hard he gives up incredibly quickly the second there's any road block, but instead of moving on he makes everyone suffer for it. He's a toxic pageant mom who'd rather force their child into a toxic world and a role they don't want than work on himself

And what finally makes him change? Getting exactly what he wanted and still being miserable, and he still expects through his actions his family to cater to him.

Not his son getting a major disability due to his actions, no, he decided to double down, mentally abusing and neglecting the son he supposedly loves, raping his wife who didn't want more kids or participate in this abuse, and again risking that Natsuo & later Shoto might have that same issue. Not when his wife breaks down and permanently scars his precious masterpiece, who proceeds to rightfully blame him, and he just thinks of it as a tantrum despite it lasting a fucking decade. Not when his eldest literally dies as the result of his selfishness. Not literally during any part of this entire process!

Dabi is 23 when Endeavor finally starts to 'try' to be better, that means that for at least 24 years he has only been caring about his fucking precious number one spot in a popularity contest that he couldn't even bother to try to be likeable for, this wasn't one bad decision, this was him constantly choosing to be so insanely selfish that he found ways that shouldn't even be possible for over two decades. And it was all him.

[majoryeager104]

dabi and hawks with a s/o when she gets flustered she starts rambling abt the most random things? :3 (also ty ffor doing my other request :333 lovemesomehotspiderdudehcs :3)

eee ofc and yw <3

Touya

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Touya is mesmerizing. He may have scars, he may be mutilated beyond repair, he may be a villain and a psycho and a million other things, but he’s mesmerizing. And he’s yours. This fact, to you, was equally lovely and frustrating. On one hand, you have someone who you can rely on, and who relies wholeheartedly on you, those pretty blue eyes staring into yours like you scattered the very constellations. On the other hand, those pretty blue eyes always looked to you. And you had no idea what to do about it.

“Whatcha thinking about?”

His voice almost startled you completely from your thoughts. The two of you had been laying in bed for ages; understandably so, as there wasn’t much else to do. Tomura said it’d be good for everyone to have a break, so here you were. Mind you, Touya had his grumblings about it, saying that the League took too many breaks, but you could tell by how his shoulders slumped as he spoke he really didn’t mind the idea of some rest.

Still, despite knowing so much about him, being able to read him so well, and being so close that he’d lay so trustingly with you for hours on end, you still had trouble speaking to him without completely blowing it. It’s hard not to, especially after he rolled over next to you, looking down at you with those pretty eyes, and that silly smile. He raised an eyebrow, bringing to your attention that you’d laid there quiet and staring for way too long. You furrowed your brow, a nervous smile crossing your face.

“Sharks”

You blurted this without much thought, blushing at how random and ridiculous you sounded. Touya raised his other brow as well, nodding. “…what about em?” He smiled a bit wider, like he just wanted to hear you talk, like he just wanted an excuse to get closer. That thought made you blush even more. “they’re cute” you replied, the blush on your face slowly deepening.

He chuckled, and you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched when he lifted a hand to card his fingers through your hair. “Cute huh? Never thought I’d hear someone say that about those things” he replied, his eyes filled with a fondness that made you feel so warm all over it was almost terrifying. “They’re not so bad” you replied, your voice quivering slightly under your own nerves.

He laughed again, before gently flicking your forehead and burying his face in the crook of your neck. A simple yet so daunting gesture that you froze up. “Tell me about it” he said quietly, sending a shiver down your spine. “Well… for one, they don’t…um, they rarely attack people… it’s just when they do it’s blown out of proportion…” you said nervously, stuttering over your words as one of his hands trailed up to your waist, tracing circles on your side.

“uh huh” he replied quietly, and you could feel his eyelashes fluttering shut against your skin as his breathing deepened ever so slightly, his weight against yours becoming less tense.

“the first victims of cancel culture” you joked breathlessly in an attempt to ease the tension in your own head. He laughed, kissing the side of your neck before cuddling closer, only making your situation worse. “That’s stupid” he replied quietly, but you could tell he was smiling.

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Keigo

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It had been a long day for Keigo. Between patrols and meetings, he’d been spread thin and swears to the media that he only managed to get through it all because of coffee. But there was one more thing that got him through tough days, something that got him rushing home each night that he didn’t tell the press, or anyone else really. And he was on the way to that reason now.

You found that leaving the door to the small balcony in your apartment unlocked was becoming routine- you can’t blame him for not wanting to take the stairs or the elevator, not with those big wings making the spaces more cramped then they already were. So he’d usually come in through the balcony, his entrance often not making a sound. He was always careful not to be too noisy, in case you were already asleep, which he found to be the case more often then not. But this time, you weren’t.

You stood in the kitchen doing late night chores, cleaning and putting dishes away so it wouldn’t be a hassle tomorrow. Keigo slipped in without a sound, having already quietly shut the door of the balcony when he turned and saw you. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t stare for a moment, just admiring you before a warm smile crossed his face.

Your back was turned to the door, so you didn’t notice him. At least, not until he was right behind you. He whistled, startling you just enough to make you gasp and turn around, relaxing when you saw it was him. He stood, leaning against the counter, that pretty smile of his lingering just for you.

That smile could win awards and yet you seemed to be the only person he ever wanted to show it to. That fact alone- that one of the most sought after people in the world said he ‘only had eyes for you’ and actually meant it- that fact could make anyone crumble, which happened to you frequently.

“hey sweets” he said quietly, tilting his head as he took a few steps closer. And so the crumbling begins. You smiled, your cheeks tinged pink as you took a moment to respond, your words failing you as you could only reply with a quick breathless “hi”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. He was well aware of how flustered you’d get, and you were well aware of how much he enjoyed using that to his advantage. Couldn’t hurt to mess with you a little. “How was your day” he said softly in your ear. “Uhm.. it was great.. I.. how was yours” you fumbled nervously, wrapping your arms around his in return. “It was fine… but I wanna hear about yours” he replied coolly, trying to contain his teasing smirk.

“uh…well..” “anything interesting? Come on, spit it out” “I don’t know! I mean not much happened…I watched a few cat videos when I got home, I guess that was interesting..” you trailed off, laughing nervously as you looked back up at him, but at your reply, he gasped rather dramatically. “You were watching cat videos without me?!”

After that, seemed he forgot about trying to fluster you now. Plus, he pouted until you watched cat videos with him, but at least it gave you the chance to catch your breath.

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bro on one hand I feel like my writing is getting better but like at the cost of my sanity from how many times I’ve checked a dictionary to make sure I got a words definition right-

“sharks” (this was absolutely a projection)

also sorry this took me a hot minute ���� I had a really busy day yesterday

[nnnyxie]

dabi, hawks, bakugo, & kirishima with a civilian s/o

requested by @crimsonredlotus

“I would like to do a request!

Head canons for Dabi, Hawks, Bakugo, and Kirishima, with a civilian lover/partner?😩🫶 Maybe you could also add on how their friends react? I think it would be funny.👀

Plus any other you might wanna throw in <3”

pt. two

dabi / todoroki touya:

⤷ him having a civilian partner is so….. interesting.

⤷ i think you’d have to really sympathize with him or just be completely oblivious. i just can’t really see him being with a civilian considering his status.

⤷ but if he was with one— it was possibly because you treated him like a human being despite how he looks/who he is.

⤷ dabi would definitely make sure your relationship wasn’t known to any rivals or pros, as they could weaponize you against him or take you to jail for being an ‘accomplice’.

⤷ if the LOV (pre season 6) found out he was dating a civilian, there’d be mixed reactions—

⤷ toga, twice, and compress would be supportive. at least that’s what i think.

⤷ kurogiri and spinner would be very cautious and on edge.

⤷ and shigaraki would hate it. he feared you’d end up becoming a liability but!! thanks to much convincing (from dabi and most of the league), he let it pass.

⤷ anyways.

⤷ i think he’d be more careful with a civilian partner.

⤷ like— when you both go out, he takes a lot more precautions. he covers up more than he usually would and he doesn’t steal as much or at all.

⤷ he’s not a good partner at first, he didn’t have the best example growing up. his views are warped.

⤷ but he grows and learns (and gets scolded by toga), he becomes a good bf!

hawks / takami keigo:

⤷ had to subside my hatred for him to do this request…

⤷ anyways,

⤷ hawks having a civilian s/o just makes sense.

⤷ he likes the normality you bring him after a long day of hero work.

⤷ he appreciates his fans, he really does— but, it gets tiring being the ‘mellow, happy’ hero all the time.

⤷ and the emotional toll that comes with being a pro— he just needs that comfort. that safe warmth you provide at the end of a long day.

⤷ he never intended for your relationship to become public.

⤷ one day, it just sort of happened.

⤷ he saw you while on patrol and on instinct he went to you.

⤷ normally it’d be seen as a cute fan interaction but before he left he said “see you at home” and everyone lost it.

⤷ it surprised his fans that he’s with a civilian but to his colleagues, they weren’t shocked at all.

⤷ when the talk of relationships found their way into conversations, he would always mention how he’d want a civilian partner.

⤷ they already knew of you, obviously. you always attended any gatherings with him.

⤷ i think he’s very attentive but he has those moments where he gets completely sucked into work and accidentally ignores you.

⤷ him ignoring you is never intentional but when he realizes that’s what he’s doing or when you communicate that with him, he snaps out of it and does his best to make it up to you.

⤷ he likes buying you things— that’s definitely his love language. even if it’s something small, he’ll get it cause it reminds him of you!

⤷ he wants to treat you the best he’s able to—

⤷ he wants to give you everything he can.

bakugo katsuki:

⤷ i think bakugo having a civilian s/o is so cute bc it’s so out of the ordinary for him.

⤷ like— you’d never guess he’d ever look at anyone that regard, let alone a civilian.

⤷ but the first time you both had met— it was the sweetest thing. it was as if love at first sight was real.

⤷ you probably caught his attention by warding off a villain on your own or something of the sort.

⤷ hence, the love at first sight.

⤷ i think he finds your quirk super useful and sometimes berates you for not becoming a hero.

⤷ of course he respects your choice not to— but, still. he thinks you would’ve been a badass pro.

⤷ i don’t think his friends would find out about your relationship until he casually mentioned having them over to meet you. (he loves his friends and wants their approval)

⤷ now— when the public finds out about the relationship, all hell breaks loose!!

⤷ it’s on every headline. ‘pro hero dynamight spotted with secret lover!’

⤷ the two of you end up sitting down and talking about this for hours— deciding to confirm and reveal your relationship.

⤷ once that happens, he’s a openly affectionate with you.

⤷ he’s very big on dates, absolutely loves to take you out on them—

⤷ so now that your relationship is public, he’s so happy bc he can take you to more places.

⤷ he’s a bit of a worry wart, believe it or not.

⤷ he knows that you can handle your own but, still. he needs to know you’re safe at all times.

⤷ he’s big on acts of service so he’s always doing something for you. whether it be organizing something you’ve been putting off or learning to cook your favorite meal.

kirishima eijiro:

⤷ i don’t think anyone would be surprised that he has a partner that’s not a hero.

⤷ he doesn’t care about status or things that most (superficial) heroes do.

⤷ he’s the classic ‘personality first, beauty second’ type of man and we love that!!

⤷ i think he’d be very open about your relationship!!

⤷ i picture him being with a childhood friend— he just screams ‘childhood friends to lovers’

⤷ his friends are very aware of who you are. he talks about you as if you are a god(dess).

⤷ he practically worships the ground you walk on!!

⤷ the media definitely tries to spin your relationship but he never lets that shit slide. he always calls out their bullshit!!

⤷ there are points where he gets a bit too aggressive with them so you have to reel him back and help his pr team out a bit. (he’s just a silly fella!)

⤷ he’s like,,, the dream bf.

⤷ attentive, patient, gentle (with you), kind, etc etc

⤷ weaponized incompetence? never heard of her!! he’s willing to do anything and everything for you.

⤷ he learns about all of your favorite things— shows, movies, music, etc. he wants to like what you like (though sometimes he just can’t).

my hatred for hawks is justified!! i cannot forgive him for what he did to my pookie bear…………

[clownstillwritesfanfic]

Wake Up Mr. Sleepyhead - Touya Todoroki x GN!Reader (REUPLOADED)

PLEASE READ: my old blog (clownwritesfanfic) was deleted when my main blog attached to it got terminated for some unknown reason. I can’t get it back so I’m reuploading everything I had saved in my notes app. Sorry for any inconvenience or disappointment, trust me, I’m devastated, but with your help I can get back to my former glory so PLEASE reblog if you like it 🙏😭

Summary: The boy everyone had affectionately called “Mr. Sleepyhead” has finally woken up from his three year coma. You never imagined things would go down hill so quickly.

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 6,528

Warnings/Notes: Reader is emotionally fucked, reader has a quirk, Touya and Reader are 16, mostly canon compliant, implied child death, pseudo enemies to lovers 

Disclaimer: Reader is kept as ambiguous as possible. This fic is safe for plus size readers and readers of colour. If you find something that contradicts this, please let me know. No use of Y/N.

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It’s been three years since he showed up.

You still remember that day so clearly.

You were thirteen when he arrived. You had been there since the opening of the children’s house. A man approached your parents when your quirk got out of control when you were eight and offered to enroll you in his newly built “school”. It felt more like a daycare than anything else. You learned a few school subjects but there was a lot of quirk training as well.

You were terrified, but persisted. Since you were one of the first, you got to witness other kids joining, and some of them got to leave. No one knew where they went, and Mr. Sunny wouldn’t disclose any information either. He’d always try to change the subject. You learned pretty quickly to let it go and not think too hard about it.

All the new kids always flocked to you. You were one of the few left from the first group, and kids were always so curious, so they always pestered you with questions. Because of this, you became one of the unofficial helpers. Mr. Sunny was the only staff, other than the doctor that would come in every few months for check ups or if someone got injured passed what a simple band-aid could fix. And then of course there was the House Master.

He never showed up in person. He always spoke through a screen. You were probably one of the few people that actually saw a glimpse of him back when he propositioned your parents.

Because you were so popular with the kids, it was easy to help care for them. They all saw you as an older sibling, even calling you as such sometimes. Although, over the years, you got tired. You hated this place. And you slowly started to hate the people in it. You hated how needy some of the kids were. How happy they all seemed to be despite never being allowed to see or talk to their parents. All the intense quirk training and unwanted child rearing wore you out. You slowly started to become a shell of a person. You were able to fake a smile in order to please the kids and throw off any suspicion Mr. Sunny had of you, but deep down, you couldn’t feel emotions anymore. You didn’t care about any of the kids that adored you.

And that included him.

You knew, once he was wheeled in on his bed, comatose, that you were going to have to help out. And you were right.

Mr. Sunny took care of any bathing and dressing issues, and the doctor took care of any medical ones such as replacing his IV and monitoring his healing. But you were in charge of keeping him company whenever you could and shooing away any stray children that snuck in to his room.

You hated it. You thought it was stupid. He’s in a coma, what sort of company would he need?

You mostly sat by his bed, staring at him. Waiting for some kind of movement so you could do anything else but this. But the only movement you saw was his chest slowly rising and falling and the only thing you could hear was the beeping of his heart monitor.

He looked awful when he first showed up. He had reconstructive surgery on his jaw, and third degree burns all over. They did manage to have someone with a healing quirk try and speed up the recovery, but they could only do so much. You weren’t gonna lie…you didn’t want to be near him at first. Because of his burnt, dead, skin he smelled awful. He needed to be bathed regularly but that could only do so much.

As he healed, and fresh new skin came in on some parts of his body and face, he started to look (and smell) better. You watched his healing process from start to finish. Talking to him sometimes as there was nothing else to do and sitting in silence can only get you so far with out wanting to rip your hair out.

You talked about anything and everything. The weather, the other kids, training, any trouble you had with the little school work they actually provided, how curious the kids were about him, etc. Over time, you started to enjoy the time you had with him, even if he never responded.

It was nice to get away from the rest of the “family”. Plus, it was an excuse to get away after a particularly hard session of training. Everyone here had powerful quirks. A lot of them had bodies that couldn’t adapt to their quirk. That was supposedly the purpose of this place. To help people cope with it all.

Luckily, you weren’t one of those people, your quirk didn’t effect your body much. Over use would exhaust you but it wasn’t as bad as some of the other kids. And definitely no where near as bad as this kid.

It was a normal day at the school when he woke up. You were watching over some of the older kids while Mr. Sunny took the younger kids for nap time. Most of them were doing some kind of arts and craft or playing, others opted to catch up on some school work.

You were helping a girl with her writing when you heard one of the new kids shout.

“Oh, the sleepyhead’s awake!”

You didn’t pay attention to what she was saying, more so the volume at which she spoke.

“Keep it down. You know the young ones are sleeping.” You scolded not looking up from the paper the girl was working on.

“Mr. Sunny!” A different girl yelled. “The sleepyhead’s awake!”

“Oi!” You shouted at her, still not noticing what everyone was yelling about. “He’s busy. Sit down and be quiet.”

“Where…am I?” A deeper and raspy male voice spoke. Now, that got your attention.

Your head snapped up towards the door where the voice came from and stared directly at an all too familiar face. Holy shit…he’s awake. His eyes are so…blue. You don’t think you’ve ever seen eyes that blue before. Seeing him awake and standing was weird.

You were released from your thoughts when the new girl spoke to him.

“This is our home! You slept for…let’s see…three years! You slept for three whole years! I just arrived, so I don’t know much, but that’s what Mr. Sunny said.” She explained. He looked shocked and upset at the news.

You stood up abruptly, your chair squeaking loudly on the floor. “Caroline! You can’t just spring something like that on him! You’re just confusing and scaring him.” You reprimanded as you walked over to the two.

“Ah…I-I’m sorry…I just…” Caroline tried to explain herself.

“Go sit down. I’ll handle this.” You sighed.

“But shouldn’t we tell Mr. Sun-“ another voice spoke up from the back of the room but didn’t get to finish when you interrupted them.

“NO! Don’t say anything to him yet. I’m handling this.”

You grabbed the white haired boy by the wrist, he was breathing heavily at this point and seemed to have zoned out.

“Come with me, quickly.” You dragged him out of the room and down the hallway. This seemed to snap him out of his trance as he tried pulling against you.

“W-wait! Hold on, what-“ he started before you shushed him.

You opened a closet door full of cleaning supplies and shoved him inside as he kept protesting. You shushed him every time. You slid into the closet next to him and shut the door.

“What the hell is going on?!” He practically yelled at this point.

“Shut up!” You whisper yelled at him and grabbed his shoulders. There wasn’t much room in the small closet but this was your best shot at being hidden for a while.

“Listen, I don’t know much about you myself, I don’t even know your name. All I know is that one day, three years ago you were found covered head to toe in third degree burns and had a missing jaw. You went through surgery to fix what they could and for three years you’ve been in a coma here. I don’t know why you specifically are here, it must be something to do with your quirk, because this is a place for kids with powerful quirks that they can’t control so they can get help. This is all I know, the grown ups don’t tell us much. I’m sorry…” you quickly explained, keeping your voice down.

“I…” He tried to process everything. “A coma? Surgery?!”

“Shhh! Not so loud. I know you’re freaked out right now and confused and I wish I could tell you more but I genuinely do not know anything else, but if it makes you feel any better…you weren’t alone. I was tasked to sit by your side basically since you arrived here.” You tried your best to calm him down.

“Really?” He still sounded like a child and you supposed he still was one, mentally he’s still 13 and everything must be so terrifying to learn. You don’t really know why you were trying to comfort him. You don’t like him anymore than the other kids. And you didn’t like them at all. You pitied him, you guessed.

“Yeah…I talked to you almost every day. Look, you’re safe here. As long as you follow the rules and don’t cause too much trouble you’ll do fine.” You sighed.

“No, I…I have to go home.” You felt despair at his words. You knew he was never going home. No one that came here ever went home…not if he could help it.

You were about to explain that to him when the door to the closet opened, blinding you both with the shitty fluorescent lights from the hallway.

“Ah, there you two are. Now, sunny, I know you’re excited that your friend is awake now, but you know why kids aren’t allowed alone together. I’ll take it from here. Please join the others in the activity room.” Mr. Sunny smiled down at you two.

You blushed furiously at the implications of his words and ripped your hands away from the boys shoulders and crossed your arms.

“You know damn well that’s not what was happening.” You muttered as you stomped past him.

“Language, sunny!” Mr. Sunny sing songed.

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It was night time now, all the younger kids were fast asleep, having been put to bed an hour ago, and the older kids were winding down for the night and getting ready for their bed time.

You however, were lingering outside Mr. Sunny’s office. The door was wide open…so it wasn’t like you were eavesdropping, but you were staying out of sight.

You felt like something was wrong. Like something bad was about to happen. Touya, you learned his name was at dinner, seemed adamant that he was going home. You just wanted to be there when the news was broken to him. You’d gotten used to being the therapist all the kids come running to.

“I have to get home!” You heard him plead.

“You can’t do that, sunny!” And there it was….the ball has dropped.

“Why not?” Touya argued.

“You’ll be living here with everyone else now, sunny! This is your new family! I’m sure it’ll feel like home soon!” God, you hated that fucking flower freak. You were told the same thing and you know how much it stings to hear that.

“Wait a minute! I have to get home! My dad…He probably just had work and couldn’t come. I’m sure he’s worried! I did…and said…some terrible things. I need to apologize to Mom and the others…I need Dad to see what I can do.” You could hear the pain in his voice, and yet…he still sounded like a child.

“I’m gonna be a he-“ He got cut off.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think that can happen anymore.” You flinched at the voice. It’s him.

“Your burned up body was extremely hard to repair. The missing parts were filled in with regenerative tissue. Your face makes you look like someone different, but even so, you survived.” The voice cracked through the speakers.

“What are you saying? I don’t understand…someone different?” Touya whimpered.

“You can’t use your power like you did before. There was damage to your organs. Your senses, including your sense of pain, has been dulled. Your body is weakened. It will never go back to how it was before.” Damn….you didn’t know it was that bad. You felt pity for the boy.

“We would have liked to receive you in full health, too.” He continued. You could hear Touya’s shaky breathing. “We did our best, but unfortunately, we failed.”

You could hear him trying to hold back his tears. You peeked your head in and saw him bent over, clutching his face.

“It’s hard, isn’t it? You poor thing. But WE might be able to make your flames go back to normal! How about it? Will you try joining our family and learning together with us?” You wanted to punch that asshole. He ruined countless children’s lives. He ruined YOUR life. Who knows how many more of these places he has running.

“Shut up.” Touya spoke. You could hear the anger boiling in his voice. “I don’t want to learn from anyone else. The only one who can teach me is…” he threw the keyboard at the computer screen “my dad!”

“Don’t do that, sunny!” Mr. Sunny intervened, grabbing his shoulder that stupid smile on his face.

“Be quiet!” He yelled as he fought back, activating his quirk. You could feel the heat form the doorway. “Shut up!”

Suddenly, the whole room was ablaze. Touya turned and stopped when he saw you standing there. You stared back at him blankly. He huffed and ran past you down the hallway. You knew you could stop the fire. You knew it would’ve been the right thing to do. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care, this was your one and only chance at freedom. So you ran after him.

You caught up to him when he tried pushing open a locked door. You grabbed his wrist again and started pulling him towards the front enterance.

You both ran out the front doors as the entire building was quickly engulfed in flames. You let go of his wrist and let him lead the way. You could’ve gone your own way, but you followed him anyway. It’s not like you were dying to go home. As far as you’re concerned, you lost any family you had when your parents gave you up.

You stayed next to him as he slowed down. Soon, he was trudging along, both of you now in the middle of the city. The streets were lit by restaurant lights and the hanging street lights.

“I have…to go home.” He spoke more so to himself. You weren’t even sure he knew you were next to him. Your hands were shoved in your pockets as you looked around. You remember him saying he lived in Musutafu. That was the next city over. Not too far that it was impossible, but it would take a few hours to get there on foot.

He finally snapped out of his trance about an hour in. Most stores and restaurants were starting to close now, leaving only izakaya’s and yatai open. You passed a few with drunk patrons sat around on stools loudly chatting and laughing with each other.

You were surprised you hadn’t seen a single hero yet. In a city like this, you’d think there would be a bunch crawling around. Especially at night. At least you two were being left alone.

“Why are you following me?” He spoke up. He sounded tired. Ironic, considering he slept for three whole years.

“So you don’t die. Besides….I didn’t have anywhere else to go so I wanted to see this home you kept whining about.” You answered with a shrug.

He huffed and it was back to silence for a few minutes. He seemed to be deep in thought again as you two walked the streets.

“I killed that guy didn’t I?” He suddenly spoke up again.

“Probably shouldn’t say something like that out loud. But yeah, most likely. Bastard kinda deserved it though.” You replied.

“The whole place caught fire…oh god I probably killed everyone else…” He started to freak out.

“Nah…probably not everyone. Some of those kids have quirks that could be useful in a fire. They probably saved a bunch of the others. You probably only killed a few of them.” You realized that wasn’t a very helpful thing to say but it was too late.

“Why are you so nonchalant about this?!” He yelled, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you slightly. You were now both stopped on the sidewalk as he hyperventilated.

You sighed and scratched the back of your neck. “Touya…I never gave a shit about anyone in the damn place. I was never attached to them. Everyone there annoyed me. I wanted to be left alone, but the kids liked me so goddamn much that I was put in charge of them against my will when that freak was busy. They became attached to me while I felt absolutely nothing for them. They were never my family, no matter how hard that idea was pushed. I was given up by my parents because they were terrified of my quirk. I lost all sense of a family when I walked through those doors for the first time. I don’t care if they lived or died. I’m just glad that place is burnt to the ground and I’m out of there. So if anything, I should be thanking you.”

Touya was shocked at your lack of care. He started to notice how dull your eyes were, how tired you looked. Now he was the one that started to pity you.

He let go of your shoulders and rubbed the back of his neck. He sighed and turned to continue walking. You followed a pace behind him silently.

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Hours later, it was the next day. It was dark and cloudy even though it was around noon.

Touya had come to a stop in front of a rather large traditional looking estate. You stood beside him as he stared at the huge double doors that lead to the front yard.

“Jesus…no wonder you were so desperate to get home. If my home was as nice as this I’d have burned the place down myself years ago.” You joked.

“I told you…I’m a Todoroki.” He looked at you confused.

“Am I suppose to know what that means?” You lifted an eyebrow at him.

“My father is Endeavour? Number two hero in all of Japan?” He looked bewildered.

“Ah, right…not gonna lie…I thought you were lying about that.” You laughed.

He sighed, exasperated as he looked back at the doors and took a deep breath before swallowing.

He slowly pushed open one of the doors and walked through as you stood by and watched the boy you had been next to for the last three years.

He turned to you when he realized you were still stood outside the property.

“Are you coming?” He asked.

You flinched. “Do you…want me to?” You replied, confused. You thought this would be the end of the ride for you, you’d finally be alone after this.

He nodded. “I’m sure my parents will be able to help you. They would probably let you stay for as long as you want, or help you find a place to stay if you’d prefer that.”

You felt a blush ride to your cheeks. No one ever gave a shit about you like that. You didn’t know how to feel as you felt your heartbeat speed up.

You tsked and glared at the ground as you walked through. “Whatever.” You mumbled.

He smiled softly and closed the door behind you then made his way to the entrance of the house, you following behind him, hands shoved deep in your pockets.

He opened the door and let you in first.

“Mom? Dad? I’m home! I’m sorry for worrying you all but I’m back and I’m okay!” He called into the eerily quiet house. He stepped up from the genkan not bothering to put on any slippers that were near the door. You noticed that there was only two pairs at the front. You remembered him saying he had three siblings and both his parents lived with each other. But if only two people were out…why did no one answer?

You followed behind him as you looked around the spacious and very traditional house. You wished you lived in a house like this.

That’s when you both heard a childlike scream followed by an older male voice cursing and yelling commands.

Touya took off down the hall where the noises came from and you followed close behind. As you got closer you could smell smoke and wood burning and you could feel the intense heat.

He stopped at an open sliding door and stared in. You couldn’t see in from where you were standing, but you could see the flames covering the inside of that room.

Touya was stiff as he stood there, his hands clenched into tight fists. You could see tears falling down his face. Whatever he was seeing…it obviously effected him quite negatively. He silently took off down the hall as he wiped at his face with his sleeve and you stepped forward, the floor underneath your feet still warm from where he stood. You looked in and saw a young boy, probably around eight, hunched over on the floor. Perfectly split red and white hair covered his face. That must be Shoto. Touya told you about how much he resented him as a kid. The huge man standing over Shoto, holding a piece of wood must be Endeavour. Looking at him now…he doesn’t look like a hero.

You slowly went off in the direction Touya went, careful not to make too much noise. You came across an open door and looked in. There stood Touya in a nearly empty room. The most prominent thing in the room was a huge wooden shrine, intricately decorated, that he stood in front of, his hands held up in front of him in prayer. He stared blankly down at a picture frame sat in the middle of the shrine.

You debated walking in or leaving him in peace. You thought it safer to join him incase his dad left the room and saw you. You slowly and silently slid the door closed behind you and stood next to him. You looked at the picture he was staring at and noticed a younger white haired boy in a school outfit. That must’ve been him before the accident. You couldn’t help but think he looked a little cute.

You sighed and matched his pose. Bringing your hands up in front of your face in prayer. You didn’t know why, but it felt like the right thing to do.

You both left not long after that, climbing out a window in order to not be seen. You let him lead the way, going wherever he felt like.

It was an hour or so by the time you both came across an abandoned building. It looked like an office of some kind, it was also clearly the victim of a villain attack of some kind. You doubt normal robbers would attack an office and make this much mess.

Touya came to a stop in front of some fallen junk and sat down. He hunched over with his arms resting on his knees as he stared at the floor. You both stayed silent until you heard his stomach groan quite loudly. You chuckled breathily.

“I’ll go get some food. I saw a convenience store a block away. I’ll be back soon.” You spoke softly, not wanting to break the silence too harshly.

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When you got back you noticed he was laying down, an arm laid over his eyes.

“M’ back” you muttered, not sure if he was awake or not. You placed the two plastic bags full of food and drinks onto the nearby table. You noticed a laptop with a charger attached, the cable running off the table and onto the floor where it was plugged into an extension cord that was attached to the wall. He must’ve found it while you were out.

You heard shuffling and looked over at him as he slowly sat up. He was looking down but you could see the tear stains on his face and his bloodshot eyes. You didn’t comment on it.

He slowly shuffled over to you and looked through one of the bags. “How did you get this much stuff?” He asked.

“Stole an old ladies wallet and took the cash before she noticed.” You answered, pulling out a warm steamed sweet potato and handed it to him. You didn’t know what he liked but it was a popular choice so you guessed he wouldn’t mind. You also pulled out a water and handed it to him.

He took both items from you and went to sit down. He pushed down the paper wrapper and took a bite of the sweet potato.

“That’s pretty illegal ya know.” He said with his mouth full.

“So is burning down a school full of kids.” You retorted, a little annoyed due to being hungry. You pulled out a pork bun and bit into it.

He scoffed and you both sat in silence as you ate.

You finished the last of your bun and took a sip of your own water. You sighed. You felt bad for snapping at him, now realizing he was just teasing you.

“Touya-“ you started before being cut off.

“That’s not my name…not anymore.” He said dejectedly.

“Oh…” Now you know what he was really doing at his shrine. Touya is dead…now all that remains is the shell of a boy. “What…uh…What do you want to be called now then?” You moved over to him and sat down next to him.

“I don’t know.” He sighed, crumpling up the wrapper and chucking it across the room.

“Well…whenever you figure it out, lemme know. I wanna be the first one to call you that.” You placed a hand on his shoulder.

He looked at you and smiled softly, a light blush across his face.

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You woke up to the sound of typing and soft cursing.

You stretched your whole body, groaning at the feeling of your vertebrae snapping into place.

Your new friend looked over his shoulder at you. “Sorry.” He cringed. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” He looked back at the screen.

“Hmm…it’s fine. What time is it?” You yawned as you slowly stood up. Your body stiff from the pile of semi comfortable debris you piled together last night. You lifted your shirt and scratched your side.

“7:26am” he responded after glancing at the tiny clock in the corner of the screen.

You hummed as you walked over to the table and looked through the bags. There was a single small bag of chips left. You weren’t able to get much filling food yesterday and you both ate through everything else, him especially. You knew teenage boys ate like they were starving but damn was he hungry. Although you gave him some slack considering his body was forced to survive off the bare minimum to keep him alive for three fucking years.

You opened the chips and ate one anyway. You were regretting not buying toothbrushes and toothpaste but whatever.

“What are you doing?” You asked as you shoved another chip in your mouth. You tilted the bag towards him in a silent offer.

He took one and answered as he chewed. Normally you’d find that gross but you can’t be bothered to care right now. “Trying to connect to the internet but the connection is shit.”

“Trying to look at baby name sites to find your new name?” You teased.

He glared at you out of the corner of his eye, making you chuckle.

“How long have you been awake?” You ate a few more chips before leaving the rest for him.

“About an hour.” He mumbled as he tried connecting to the internet again.

“Alright, well, I’m gonna go get some more food. Hopeful something better than just snack food.” You said as you stretched your arms over your head.

“Uh…” He said as he looked up at you, his gaze going to your stomach that showed from your shirt riding up.

“Hm?” You fixed your shirt, not noticing he was staring.

“Your hair…” He trailed off looking at your hair all tussled from sleep. He thought it looked…cute.

You tsked and ran your fingers through your hair trying to fix it. “Better?”

He gave a thumbs up and looked back at the screen.

“Get cup noodles.” He said more like a demand.

“How the fuck are we going to eat noodles?” You questioned.

He lifted his hand and activated his quirk, small orange and red flames dancing on his palm, all with out looking up.

“Ah…right…” You forgot he could do that.

“Don’t steal money from an old lady again!” He called after you, teasingly.

You simply flipped him off as you left, not looking at him.

When you returned, more bags than last time with more than just food this time you saw him still looking at that damn laptop watching something.

You could hear the yelling and brutal sounds coming from the device. You set the bags down on the table.

“What are you watching?” You rounded the table to his side to look. There you could see videos of Endeavour fighting off villains, his flames taking up a majority of the screen.

“Oh…why are you watching that? I would assume he’s the last person you’d want to see right now.” You walked back over to the bags and shuffled through them.

“I’m studying his moves. He never saw what I could do, so I’m going to show him I’m better than his precious favourite. That I can be just as powerful as him.” He growled as he stood back and set his arm on fire.

“Ah. Well you can do that later. Eat first.” You muttered. You pulled out two cup noodles like he requested. You had more for later too.

“Steal more money from an old lady?” He smirked as he grabbed one of the cups.

“No.” You mocked. “…it was a salary man.” You smirked. That got him to let out a loud laugh and shake his head.

You opened your cup noodle and dumped the powder packet in then grabbed one of the water bottles you bought and opened it, pouring some water up to the fill line then handed the bottle to the white haired boy to do the same.

He grabbed yours first and held it with both hands wrapped around it. “Sure you won’t burn the whole thing?” You teased.

“Shut up. I’ve done this before.” He hissed as he concentrated on getting the temperature right. You watched in awe as steam started to steadily rise from the cup.

He put yours down and you placed your wooden disposable chopsticks down on the lid to keep the steam in.

“It’s not boiling but it’s hot enough. You just have to wait a little longer.” He explained as he did the same to his cup.

“Fine by me. I’m just glad to have a hot meal.”

When you both finished your noodles you both had some broth left over. Which made you ask him, “Do you think you can cook eggs with your quirk?”

“What?” He looked at you, puzzled. “I mean…I dunno…I never really tried but…probably. Why?”

You stood up and walked back over to the table and fished around in one of the bags and pulled out a small container of two eggs and walked back over to him and sat back down.

“There’s this hack I learned where you can make a sort of egg soufflé with the remaining broth from cup noodles so you don’t have to dump it out.” You explained as you took an egg out and cracked it into your cup. “You’re supposed to microwave it but we obviously don’t have that option right now.” You whisked the egg up into the broth with your chopsticks.

You traded your cup for his and watched as he repeated the same thing he did to cook the noodles. You could both see the egg starting to cook along the sides and you both exclaimed in joy.

“This way we can get more protein.” You cracked and whisked the remaining egg into his cup.

It took longer but he managed to cook the egg enough to your liking so you switched back and he started on his cup. You had to let yours sit for a while to cool down so you both made small talk.

When you were both finally finished eating, your friend wanted to practice his quirk so you sat near by and watched.

He punched his fist out and orange flames burst around his hand and up his arm. He lift his hand and you watched as the golden flames changed into beautiful blue waves of heat.

“Woah…” you gasped. It made him smirk.

“Cool, huh?” He gloated cockily.

“I’ve never seen anyone have blue flames before. Does it hurt?” You questioned.

“Not as much as before. That guy said my sense of pain has been nullified and I can definitely tell.” He responded as he looked at his arm.

You scoffed at the mention of that asshole.

He turned off his quirk and looked at you. “Who was he by the way? Why did he only speak through a computer?”

“Fuck if I know. He was always communicating through that thing. Never bothered to show up even though he owned and created the damn place.” You seethed. “He was called the House Master. You couldn’t call him anything else, I swear it had to be some kind of ego boost or fetish.”

“He never showed his face?” He asked.

“No. Not while I was there…but I did get a glimpse of him once when he approached my parents about boarding me there.” You picked at your nails.

“You said that it was a place for kids with powerful quirks…what is your quirk? It must be insane if you were asked to be one of the first students.” He realized he never actually asked what your quirk is before.

You stood up and walked towards him and stood a few feet away. You gestured for him to activate his quirk.

He lifted his arm as orange flames burst through once again. You lifted your hand towards his flames and soon they reached towards your hand away from him. You moved your hand around and made the flames dance around in the air. You brought your hand behind you and the flames followed, jumping to your other hand behind your back and following in front, bringing them in front of your face and letting it sizzle out leaving little sparks, revealing his shocked face.

“Woah.” He was in awe.

“It’s called Elemental Manipulation. I can manipulate and maneuver any element I want. There are limitations though. I can use it on any element found on the periodic table, meaning it’s basically unstoppable considering everything in the universe is made up of something. However, I can’t use it on living being like plants, animals or people, and I can only manipulate something if I understand it’s elemental makeup. Water for example is two hydrogen and an oxygen. So I can pull hydrogen and oxygen from the air and combine them to make water, but it takes a lot of energy and time. Fire is a little trickier though since it’s primarily oxygen. I actually can’t create the elements myself, meaning I can’t produce fire like you, cause while oxygen helps fire spread, you still need a heat source and fuel to really start it. It’s easier for me to just move already existing elements than create it. But you can see how dangerous it can be if worked on enough.” You explained.

“Wow…that’s…really awesome.”

You shrugged.

You spent the next few hours watching him train, giving him suggestions every once in a while and making him take breaks if he looked like he was over exerting himself.

The day went by quickly and soon you both found yourself laying next to each other in silence, sometimes chatting about something the other thought of, but you were both content just laying there.

“I think I found a good name.” He broke the silence.

“Oh yeah?” You answered. You were laid on your back, hands folded together and your eyes closed.

“What about Dabi?” He asked, slightly looking for your approval.

You opened your eyes and stared at the dilapidated ceiling. “Dabi…” you tried it out. You smiled and looked over at him. “I like it. Sounds cool and mysterious.”

He smiled back at you.

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For the following years you stayed by his side. You both met Giran and he took you both in for a while. You helped staple his peeling skin and scolded him every time you noticed his scars spreading. You helped dye his hair black. You even helped give him his nose piercings, and you were there when he joined the League of Villains, consequently, joining yourself.

You grew yourself, too. You got better at using your quirk, still not to its full potential, but much easier to handle than when you were younger. You helped fight for Shigaraki’s cause, although you would always keep your entire loyalty to Dabi.

You both found comfort in each other, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. That’s why you agreed to help him when he asked you for a specific favour.

“You ready?” You asked as you stood over the shirtless man, sat on the couch. You softly cupped his face and caressed his cheeks with your thumb.

“I’ve been waiting for this for years. Of course I’m ready.” He grabbed your hand and brushed his lips on the back of it as he made eye contact with you. His eyes still as blue as the day you first saw them.

You smiled and went over to the video camera that was pointed towards him. He sat hunched over, his elbows on his knees, fingers pressed together in front of his face.

“Go.” You whispered.

“Sorry to interrupt.” He looked into the camera through his fingers.

“My name…is Touya Todoroki.”

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I THINK YOU WERE IN MY PROFILE PICTURE ONCE PT 2

After the party, Touya can’t stop thinking about you.

Fluff, sfw, no quirk au

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It’s been six days and Touya can’t stop thinking about you.

He had been right about the party. The end of it at least. He’d shaken you awake and you rushed off to find your friend, a smile and wave goodbye all he had to remember you by. You were late, apparently, too late to stop and give him anything to remember you by. He’d gone home soon after, slipping out before Hawks could berate him for leaving too early.

While Touya had settled for less, had made peace with the fact that you were to be another girl he’d spoken too at a party, he hadn’t been able to get you out of your head. For whatever reason he didn’t want you to just be another girl at a party he’d never speak to again. Touya wanted to see you again and he had no idea how.

What makes the situation ten times worse is he didn’t even get your name. He’s racked his brain for the past couple days and he had come to the embarrassing conclusion that not only did he not get your number, but he was also stupid enough not to ask you what you're called. Maybe if Touya had managed that, he could find your socials. A friend in your course could find your number. Or he could convince Fuyumi to do her weird girly stalk thing and find your mother’s Facebook. But alas, he could do none of that. 

Touya yawns. He scratches at the stubble that’s been growing on his face the past few mornings. It’s a rare day when the weather is warm enough in November for him to wear a short-sleeve, and he abuses the chance while he can. It’s shifts like this, where the shop is empty apart from a few dawdling customers he knows aren’t here to get anything done, that everything drags on.

Touya had (un)subtly hinted at his friend's tattoo and piercing shop because he works there, and it’d be an ample opportunity for him to see you again. Of course, in the past six days he hadn’t seen your face, but that was neither here nor there. It was a nice joint. It looks like any other tattoo shop, designs hung up on the walls, one side of the shop filled with shelves of piercings and jewellery. One side was reserved for tattooing and the other for piercing. Touya works in both parts of the shop, wherever he’s needed most. He has plenty of piercings to prove it but he’s never gotten any tattoos. His skin is marred enough as is. 

The pay was good, and the hours weren’t long. Touya gets on annoyingly well with his coworkers, too. They’re all his age apart from Toga, who, funnily enough, is the same age as Shoto. That’s where all their similarities end, though. She’s loud and full of annoyingly eager energy that he’s grown fond of, unfortunately. The only thing his job is missing in a pretty girl with shitty wired headphones

Touya drums his fingers against the counter. The day has been slow and his fingers itch to do something. Touya thinks, in another life, he might’ve been an artist. Touya loved drawing and painting and all forms of it, but even his mother wouldn’t let him choose it for university. And she never said no to him. Psychology was a second best, another interest he’d dug up from his ass when he realised he actually was going to make it past fifteen.

A job like this, where some shifts Touya can just sit and draw and design things for people, It’s his dream. Maybe he’ll open up a therapist agency next door so he can keep working here part-time.

Touya decides drawing is what he’ll do. He’s got a couple clients expecting things from him. He grabs a scrap of paper from under the desk. The first biro he finds is pink, and he lets spirals and flowers and whatever designs pop up in his head spread across the page. 

“Hey, it’s you!”

Touya thinks that maybe he might have fallen asleep and started dreaming when he hears your voice. But then he looks up, and there you are, grinning like Christmas has come early. You’re wearing a black coat and a scarf, thick and long enough he’s sure you can use it as a blanket. Your jeans are embroidered, colourful flowers leaving a trail down your thighs, and when Touya’s eyes flick back up to your face your cheeks are dusted red from the cold.

“Why the hell are you wearing a short sleeve shirt? Are you mad? It’s freezing out.” You huff, unwrapping the scarf from around your neck.

Touya just watches you. The logical part of his brain tells him that he should probably say something, but instead he just watches as you shrug your coat off. You’re wearing a shirt with what he thinks might be an album cover. Its red and green and yellow, splatters of watercolour, not something he recognises. Touya hopes you’ll play it for him. You finally look up at him, stuffing your earbuds in your pockets.

“You’re awfully quiet today.” You smile.

You lean against the counter, mimicking his position. The two of you are just a little too close for any average customer and cashier interaction, but he doesn’t care, and he is pretty sure you don’t either.

“Just shocked. Didn’t think you’d take me up on the piercing offer.” Touya says.

“Well. I was promised someone called Shiggy, not my nap partner.” Touya snorts at your words and you smile slightly.

Touya gestures around the shop. You follow his hands, looking around the empty store, before landing back on him.

“We’re empty. Only one working right now is me.”

“Well. That doesn’t sound up to code.”

Touya shrugs. “We’re always quiet at this time. My boss is in the back and my coworker is on the way. I’m the best guy here for the job.”

You hum under your breath, nodding. You bite at your thumbnail. Touya tilts his head slightly, and you smile at him nervously. 

“You doing alright?” He asks.

“Yes. Well. No. I’m scared.”

“What are you looking to get done today?” Touya walks round the counter, leaning one hip on it and crossing his arms. Your eyes dart very briefly to his biceps and he is suddenly very thankful he wore a short sleeve today, and that he’d gone to the gym yesterday.

“A piercing.”

“Which one?”

“I’m thinking nipples?”

Touya stammers. He can feel his ears redden and you last all of five seconds with a straight face before you burst out laughing.

“It’s a joke! I’m joking!” You cackle, hands up in the air. “The look on your face!”

Touya rolls his eyes as you wipe tears from under your own, turning his head so you don’t see the flush on his face. “Ha Ha. Very funny.”

“I know, I’m hilarious. What I actually want is a nose piercing.” You tap the side of your nose and Touya nods.

“Okay, cool. That’ll be twenty, including a stud.” 

He reaches under the counter and grabs a consent form. He passes you a pen and gestures you over.

“Here, sign this. Just a safety thing.”

He watches as you scribble your name at the bottom. It’s pretty. Suits you. You bite at your bottom lip and he smiles slightly. You’re not saying anything, but the nerves sit clearly on your face.

“You’ll be fine. It doesn’t hurt that bad.” He reassures.

You glance up at him and worry darts across your face. “You mean it?” You ask, passing back the form. 

Touya starts walking further into the shop and you follow next to him. “Yes, I’m sure. You can hold my hand if you’re really that scared.” He teases.

“Shut up. I might have to. I feel like I’m going to pass out.” You huff.

Touya lets the two of you into a room. You sit down on the chair in the middle of it, and Touya starts grabbing all the things he needs. The disinfectant, a mirror, the needle. You’re too quiet, and when he glances behind him you’re staring at him.

He shakes the disinfectant in the air. “Enjoying the show?”

“Shut up.” 

He brings all the stuff to the small table next to you. Touya puts his hands on his hips and you look up at him.

“What?”

“You still look like you’re about to shit yourself.”

You shove him away. “Shut up. Again. Just get it over with.” 

Touya laughs. “Okay, okay. So. I’m going to use a pen to mark where I’m going to do it. Then I’ll grab the needle and you take a big breath in. And when you breathe out I pierce you and it’s done.” 

He puts on a pair of black gloves as he speaks. He acts like he doesn’t see your eyes following his movements, the lithe movements of his fingers. 

You look back up at his face. “Okay. That doesn’t sound too bad.”

Touya nods. “It’s not. Now you want it on the left or right?” He passes you a mirror and you look through it.

“What do you think will look good?” 

“I think you’ll look pretty with both.”

“Aw. You think I’m pretty?” You bat your eyelashes at him.

“Pretty good. Is what I meant to say. Maybe ugly even.”

You giggle and he grabs the mirror out of your hand. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll do the right side.”

Touya nods. His hand comes up and turns your face to the side, fingers grazing your jaw. The touch is fleeting but it makes him nervous. Like he’s thirteen with a crush on his babysitter. He clears his throat, desperate to distract from how close the two of you are right now.

“So. What made you change your mind about getting something done?”

“Well. I kept thinking about you.” 

It’s Touya’s turn to raise an eyebrow and watch your face redden under his gaze.

“Aw. You were thinking about me?”

You smile cheekily. “Of course! That was the best thirty minute nap I’ve had in my life. I’ve been chasing that high ever since.”

Touya scoffs slightly. His hand finds your jaw again, lifting up your face. You words stutter slightly as he does so. The room settles into soft silence and he reaches forward and dots your nose with his marker. He leans back slightly and you’re close, close enough that he can see the fluffiness of your eyelashes, the blemishes on your skin. You smell so good, something sweet and girly and he breathes it in, scared he’ll forget. Your eyes are trailing over his face, just like how Touya’s doing to you. 

Touya steps back. He needs to be professional. He needs to calm down before he throws himself on you. 

“That's all I am to you? A shoulder to nap on?” He pouts and you laugh.

“Something like that. I also realised I never got your number. Or your socials. Or even your name.” You say.

Touya grabs the needle, sanitising it quickly and tossing the wet wipe away. “I also realised that. I'm Touya, by the way.” 

You say your name back and he nods. “Pretty.”

“You can’t flirt with your customers, Touya. Very unprofessional.”

His name sounds so soft on your tongue, and he wants you to say it again, never stop saying it.

“Who said I’m flirting?”

“You call all your customers pretty?” “Only the ones who can’t stop thinking about me.” 

You roll your eyes. Touya is tall enough that when he drags over a stool and sits down he still towers over you a little. Your fingers grip the edge of the chair you’re sitting on. You eye the needle in his hands and he hides it behind his back.

“Don’t look. You’ll freak yourself out more.” He chides, and you huff.

“What, should I just keep my eyes shut the whole time?”

Touya shrugs. “If you want. I’ll talk you through it.” 

Your eyes widen slightly and Touya laughs nervously.

“Like- I’ll tell you what I’m doing. By talking. While I’m doing it. It- the piercing.” 

You smile teasingly and he taps your knee so you’ll close your eyes, before you see how flustered he looks. You comply quickly, and god you’re just so beautiful. You swing your legs slightly and it’s only when confusion teases at the edges of your eyebrows he realises he’s been staring at you like a freak for so long. In silence. 

Touya’s voice is low when he speaks again. “Alright. I need you to breathe in for me.”

Your chest rises as you breathe in quickly. “And I’ll countdown, and when I reach one you breathe out quickly and I pierce you. Easy, right?”

You nod. Your eyes are screwed shut and Touya thinks you feel the shiver that runs down his spine when you reach forward and grab his forearm. Right over his scars. You don’t seem to care though, fingers finding comfort in him despite the marred skin on his body. 

“Three. Two. One.” 

You breathe out loudly and the needle goes through. Your eyes water slightly and your grip on him tightens.

“Good girl, see? Wasn’t that bad.” He soothes, putting the stud in your nose. 

He places the needle onto the table and grabs the mirror. Your eyes are still shut tightly and you’re still holding onto him. Touya takes off his gloves and pats your hand.

“You can look now.” He says. 

You open your eyes and take the mirror from his hand. Your face lights up lightly and you let go of him to touch the piercing gingerly, and he misses the cooling touch of your fingertips immediately.

“Wow. It’s cute! And it didn’t even hurt that bad, either.”

“I told you.” 

You sigh happily. And then you look at Touya again. He feels nervous under your gaze, so intense and so focused on him.

“Thank you, Touya.”

“Its, uh. It’s no issue. It’s my job.”

The two of you talk as he leads you back to the counter, basic housekeeping for your new piercing,  but he can’t help but think about the fact you’re going to leave and he might not see you again for god knows how long. As nervous as you make him Touya is not going to pussy out twice.

“So. What are you doing in two hours?” He asks, leaning over the counter.

You pause from where you’re cocooning back into your puffer coat and scarf. You blink at him owlishly. 

“Me?”

“No, the other person standing in front of me.”

You narrow your eyes at him. You loop your scarf around your neck before looking back up at him.

“Nothing. What are you doing in two hours?”

“Taking you out, hopefully.” He says.

You laugh nervously, face heating, and god if you keep looking at him like that he’s going to get fired for doing indecent things to a customer.

“Alright, Touya. You want me to meet you back here?”

“Nah, I’ll come pick you up.” 

You nod, biting back a smile. “Well. In that case.”

You grab the pink biro Touya had forgotten on the counter. And then your hands, still cold compared to the heat that blooms against his skin, wrap around his wrist and drag him closer. You lean over slightly, writing you number across the small of his arm.

“God, you’re so warm.” You mumble, ending the long string of numbers with a poorly drawn heart.

“You’re hands are freezing.” He replies.

And before he really thinks he’s grabbing your hand in his own, and both of your hands could fit in one of his, and god he is a creep. You just smile though, squeezing once before letting go to grab your bag.

“Good think I’ve got you to warm them up for me.” You grin, waggling your fingers in the air.

Touya just nods. Your grin widens at his silence, and before he knows it you’re waving goodbye and he’s left wishing you’d come back.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE 🥳it took me a scarily long time to finish this 😭i had sooo much uni work I literally had no time but I’ve been (once again) in love with Touya so I had to finish this fic

This was heavily based on a post I saw from @tragikomizm of artstudent! Touya that I LOVED so deffo check out her stuff!

Anyways I hope u all enjoyed :P I really do love writing these and I will try and get more stuff out! Also if anyone has any good ao3 fic reccoemndation (happy endings plz) PLZ COMMENT I JEED SMTH TO READ!

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

New Year, New Chapter, All With You (Dabi x Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL]  

Pairing: Touya “Dabi” Todoroki x Self-Insert!Reader 

Synopsis: In which Dabi wakes up on the first New Year’s Day he is spending with a significant other and decides to show her just how much this means to him in the best way he knows how: with his mouth, his hands, and anything else of his that you’re feening for in the new year. 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); BF!Dabi x GF!Reader; Reader is Black, Fem & Plus-Sized; Love Confession; Somno; Dubcon/R*pe (cuz Dabi eats you out in your sleep); Oral (Giving n Receiving); Deepthroat; Sloppy Facefuck; Spit Play; Dom!Dabi x sub!Reader; Daddy Kink; Mating Press; Pussy-drunk!Dabi; Cum-drunk!Reader; Breeding Kink; Implied Breeding; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Aftercare

Writer's Note: HAPPY 2025 Y'ALL!!! I hope to continue to make these smutty, freaky ass fics in the new year with all of your love & support! This is officially my first fic of 2025!! EVERYBODY CLAP!!! Thank you to @curiouscutie143 for the idea & for continuing to allow me to take her fantasy & apply it to a Google Doc lol. I hope y'all enjoy this sweet little New Year's Day one-shot for my favorite emotionally fucked-up villain. -Jazz

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Dabi has never shied away from his primal desires for you, but today, he is downright an animal and on some major bullshit that even he is staring at himself in wonder over. 

‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’ he internally asks himself as he stares at you sleeping soundly next time. Though he has been asking himself this question nearly all of his life, this time it has nothing to do with his behavior, rage, or burning desire for vengeance. 

On this particular morning, when the dawn of 2025 is here and the sun pours in through your bedroom window, it has everything to do with the way his body is reacting to the sight of you. 

Lovely, brown, plump, sweet you. 

You lay down asleep on your side, your back to him and the soft duvet draped across the bed covering you from the shoulder down. He knows you’re naked under the sheets. Last night, he came over to celebrate New Year’s Eve with you where you cooked him a steak dinner and he showed his appreciation by eating your pretty cunt until you came right as the ball dropped and midnight struck. 

He has no idea what time you finally passed out and sleep came for him as well, leading you both to crash out in your bedroom at some point in the early AM hours. All he knows is that you spent the entire night fucking and cumming, never tapping out once. You seemed to be running on the same arousal and adrenaline as he was last night, never being able to get quite enough of his cock. 

Looking at you now, so peaceful and serene, he can’t stop his cock from pulsing and twitching against his toned stomach etched in scars, staples, and tattoos. Your long lashes fan across your soft cheeks, black and doll-like, while your soft lips part to slowly inhale and exhale, your body rising and falling evenly as your lungs expand and deflate with air. 

Dabi feels his heart leap in his throat and his cheeks flush at the sight of you. Now he knows that his body is reacting all to your sneaky spell. How dare you be so goddamn cute when you’re just sleeping? How dare you make him feel so deeply and so crazily when he just woke up? 

You make a sudden noise between a sigh and a moan that makes his dick throb and turn over onto your back, something you often do in your sleep. You often laugh about it with him after discussing what in the hell he was talking about in his sleep that he couldn’t remember the night before. He loves laughing with you…almost as much as he loves your tits. 

He ogles at them now as you lay flat on your back, a strand of hair in your face. You forgot to wrap it up the night before because he was too busy putting you into your mattress to let you put a bonnet on. “I don’t give a fuck about that shit,” he growled as he plunged his cock into you again and again, your juicy thighs parted for him in his calloused hands. “You’re fuckin’ sexy either way. Are you stupid?” 

‘So beautiful,’ he thinks in utter adoration as he stares at you sleeping. ‘So mine.’ 

How he wants to reenact last night all over again. His cock is urging him to do so, pulsing and throbbing so uncomfortably under the covers. He too slept naked after last night’s fuck session, passing out next to you.

Lucky for you, he knows exactly how to get what he wants and give you a pleasant surprise all in one sitting. With a smirk, he carefully gets out of bed and moves to the bottom where your feet are. When he lifts the covers to see your glittery, dark purple toenails, he swears that his cock grows two sizes bigger. 

How the fuck is it that even your toes make him rock? ‘Fuckin’ minx,’ he thinks.

Quickly, he ducks under the covers and slides up to your legs where he gently prys them apart. How he loves your lower body! Your soft, plush thighs; your pudgy stomach; your hips; your ass that could stop traffic; your stretchmarks. And don’t even make him mention that pretty rosebud between your juicy thighs. As much as he adores your upper body (especially your pretty face), the bottom half is just so much fun. 

Just staring at your cunt now is enough to make him salivate as he holds your hips in his big, scarred hands. Though you’re not “ready” yet, he knows exactly how to get you there. He starts tracing light kisses along your belly, his fingers gliding down your sides before his kisses trail down to your thighs. He starts on the outside before he moves inside, pressing wet kisses and licks to the tender flesh. “Mmm,” you moan into your pillow, your head lolling to the left. 

Already knowing that this is a good sign, Dabi continues to kiss and massage your thighs before slowly moving on to pressing light, butterfly kisses to your pussy. As he does, his hands stretch up your body to grasp your tits, massaging the magical, pretty globes in his calloused hands. You begin to moan a little more now, your chest instinctively arching into his touch. 

Finally, he really gets into making your pussy feel good by leaving open-mouthed kisses along your pretty, brown lips, sucking gently on them before prying them apart with his mouth. His saliva wettens your folds, but as the seconds tick by, your pussy begins to lube itself, growing wet from Dabi’s sinful mouth and wicked tongue. “Oh,” you sigh when you feel his tongue piercing melt onto your clit. Though you’re still asleep, he knows your dreams have begun to shift to him. 

He wonders just what you’re seeing behind those pretty eyes. Perhaps his face between your thighs? You’d better be. He is the only one who can make you feel this way and have you this way. To persuade you to see his way of things, he hikes your legs over his shoulders and proceeds to lap at your cunt, alternating between sucking, slurping, and lapping at the wetness you give him. 

Your moans and gasps have grown louder now, your body writhing underneath his hands and mouth. Finally, you awaken, the morning sun hitting your face. As your eyes adjust, you notice the moving lump underneath the covers at your feet. “Ah….ah, wha…?” You lift your head and move the covers away from your naked body, finding your boyfriend between your legs and his pierced tongue lewdly licking at your clit. “D-Dabi? What are you doing?” 

The white-haired stud looks up between your legs, his hypnotizing, blue eyes boring into yours. 

“Da fuck do it look like?” he mutters with a glower. “I’m eating your pussy.” Without another word, he ducks back down to suck on your clit, sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body, shocking you out of sleep and into reality. 

“B-But…ah!” Your hands immediately go for his hair, intertwined in the soft, white locks. He looks good in black hair too, but you also thought the white hair gave him a sexier, more ethereal look. “But I was asleep!” you whine. “You woke me up!” Your boyfriend smirks, wetly popping off of your clit. “The sun would’ve woken you up anyway. C’mon, you can’t act like this ain’t the best way to wake up, baby.” 

To make you see things his way once more and clear your head of all sleep and things that aren’t him, Dabi begins to rub your clit with his thumb while his tongue gently pries open your folds and dips into your entrance. Your moan is loud and almost a scream, your hands gripping his hair as he eats away, using that damn tongue in ways you’ve never had before. “Fuck!” you gasp. “D-Dabi–” 

He hums in disapproval, pulling away to give your pussy a sharp smack. You jump at the contact, his calloused palm causing your cunt to throb. “Wrong name, mamas,” he growls. “Try again and maybe I’ll listen.”

His smirk is irking yet so sexy that it makes you want to cum right there. How you hate and love his cockiness and arrogance; his ability to peer right through you and know exactly what makes you tick. 

“Daddy,” you whimper. He smiles, pleased. “At least get the lube.” His smile grows, reminding you of a villain whose plan is succeeding. Nasty motherfucker. “Naughty girl, always wantin’ that damn lube. You just like how it feels.”

And you do. You love this particular lube because of how it heats according to your body temperature and how it tastes: like strawberries. Dabi straightens up, knocking the covers off of both of your naked bodies. “But if I get it, you’d better be suckin’ that shit off of my cock later,” he raspily orders, nodding down at his cock that has quickly hardened against his thighs. 

You whimper, feeling your pussy clench around air at the sight. His cock is beautiful–big, thick, and pierced at the head. “Yes, Daddy,” you obediently reply. Your boyfriend grins, knowing that you have fallen into his trap and you don’t want to ever go back until you release. Lucky for you, he is here and he won’t stop until you give him what he wants: your sweet, ushy, gushy cum. 

Moments later, after he squirts some lube onto your pussy and his fingers, you both get what you want. The wet, sloshing sounds of the lube mixed with his spit and your juices fill the air as Dabi finger-fucks you, curling a finger up against your G-spot as he sucks on your clit. Wetness has dripped down to your asscrack and the mattress, creating a huge wet spot underneath you that neither one of you cares about staining the bed. 

And you certainly don’t care about it when your boyfriend is doing such a great job eating you out and fingering you, focusing on particular spots that make you moan louder and arch your back harder for him. “That’s my good girl,” he coos against your clit. “Jus’ look at how much you’re gushin’ for me, doll. Givin’ me so much.” 

He gives your clit a long suck before using his tongue to lick over the hood, rolling and licking the bud again and again. “Ohhhh,” you moan, your head lolling back against the pillow and your body twitching in pleasure. It doesn’t take long for the urge to cum to rise and that knot in your core tightens. “Ohhh, fuck, Dabi, I’m gonna cum! You’re gonna make me…!” 

Your words break off with a gasp as Dabi’s finger glows its pace, still fucking focusing on that spot that makes you see space and time. His blue eyes flick up to drill into yours, intensity radiating from them. “Tell me you love me first.” In your delirious state of blinding pleasure, you manage to hear that. And why wouldn’t you? The L-word was in there! 

You blink at Dabi, perplexed. You have never told each other that you loved one another…though you do feel that for him. You have loved him for a long time now, having realized it one random day while watching a movie and feeling his arms wrapped around you. You felt good. Right, even. But you’ve never said it in fear of scaring Dabi or making him run. You know that love has never exactly done him well in his life until recent years when he reconnected with his siblings. 

Love has never been something Dabi has been able to obtain until he met the LOV crew and made a family with them. You want nothing more than to tell him that he has a family with you too. And maybe now, splayed out with your pussy in his face, you can tell him that. “W-What?” you stammer. “I–oh!” 

Dabi gives a long, teasing lick from your asscrack up to your pussy as his finger speeds up, still curled inside of you in a ‘come hither’ motion. “Say you love me,” he demands. “Tell me and I’ll let you cum. I know you need it, baby, so tell me.” 

You can’t think about why he’s demanding this of you. You can’t ask him where any of this is coming from (at least right now). Not when this feels so good and the urge to cum is intensifying, creating a tight fist in your core. “I-I love you!” you sob, gripping his hair for dear life. “I love you, Daddy! Please, please let me cum! You eat this pussy so good!”  

You feel Dabi smile against your clit, overjoyed by your confession. “Cum for me, baby,” he growls, his eyes flashing with need. “Fuckin’ give it to me. Don’t you dare hold back.” He begins French kissing your clit as his finger works with his mouth to make you cream all over his tongue and his digit, groaning against your wetness. “Cum all over my face,” he practically begs. “Give it to me!” 

He is desperate and so are you. Your loud moans ricochet off of the bedroom walls as you finally burst all over his face and the bed, that bubble inside of you finally popping. Your boyfriend greedily slurps up your cum, loving how you grind your pussy more against his face in an effort to ride out your orgasm. One of your hands leaves his hair to grab one of your titties and massage it, your body, mind, and soul in the throes of pleasure…and your first orgasm of 2025. 

When your orgasm finally fades and the fog clears, you are left with the pink elephant in the room: you just told Dabi you loved him. You peer down at him and see him already staring at you, his lips coated in your juices. For a split second, all is silent and slightly awkward as the L-word, forbidden and messy, hangs in the air. “So did you mean it?” he finally asks. “When you said you loved me? It wasn’t just sex talk?” 

You notice how intense yet soft his eyes have become. Gone is the arousal and desire that was in them before, replaced with a vulnerability that you’ve never seen in Dabi. You immediately sit up, your hair a mess and still panting slightly from your orgasm. “Why are you asking me this?” you softly ask. “Is this why you woke me up?” 

Dabi suddenly looks away, appearing conflicted. You patiently wait for him to continue, not wanting to push him. “You know I’m not good at words, babe,” he sighs. “So I tried to show you.”

You put a hand on his, letting him know that you’re here and listening. “Show me what?” you gently coax him. Your heart is hammering so hard that you can hear it throbbing. 

Your boyfriend nervously gnaws on his bottom lip, toying with his lip ring. “That I…really fucking love you, babe,” he finally confesses. His expression softens, revealing all of himself to you. All of his past. All of his emotions. All of him. “I do. I always have.” You sit in shock, your brain sluggishly processing his words. “Say something,” he quietly begs. 

You exhale, pressing a hand to your forehead. “I’m sorry, I thought I passed out when I came.” Dabi scoffs and rolls his eyes at your dramatic self. “You’re so stupid,” he snorts. “And adorable.” He moves closer to you and presses a hand to your cheek, wanting to look at you always. “Tell me again.” 

You are helpless to deny him, especially under his touch. “I love you too, Dabi,” you whisper. He leans in and presses a deep, passionate kiss to your lips that steals your breath away and renders you speechless. “Again,” he murmurs. 

“I love you.” The words sound so natural to you now. He moans into the kiss and his body relaxes under your roaming hands as if he has finally be freed. He kisses you deep, slow, and sloppily, sliding his tongue along yours. “Again.” He growls it as his teeth nibble on your bottom lip, gently popping it back into place before pressing his lips to your neck. 

“I…oh, fuck, I love you so much.” The words are exhaled in a rush as your head tilts back, allowing him to press more kisses to your skin. He smiles against your skin, pulling away to give you a view of that glint in his eye. “Yeah?” he teasingly whispers. “You love me? What else do you love about me, baby?” 

Your eyes fall down to where the duvet is covering his lower half. You smile up at him, staring up at him through your lashes. “Whip it out and I’ll show you,” you purr. Dabi does exactly that, drawing the duvet down to reveal his toned stomach etched in scars and tattoos, muscular thighs, and a big, throbbing cock curved so it leans over towards you as if it is desperate for your holes. 

No matter how many times you’ve seen this cock, you always react the same way: in astonishment and awe. Mostly because this beautiful piece of work is yours to suck, fuck, and stroke as much as you want. Dabi bites his lip in anticipation as he watches you admire his appendage, letting his hands lazily fall at his sides. “Well? You just gonna stare or are you gonna do what you were plannin’ on?” 

You don’t need to be told twice. After squirting some lube in your hands and warming the substance up in your hands, you begin to stroke Dabi’s cock in your soft, smaller hands. You watch his face as you do it, loving how his eyes roll to his skull and his head tilts back in pleasure. “Ah,” he sighs, the sound leaving his body as if trapped there for ages. 

He grows harder in your hands like magic, his cum-filled balls dangling prettily for you. Desperate, you attach your lips to his cockhead and lightly suck on it, twirling your tongue around every sensitive part of him, including his piercing. “Shit,” he hisses through his white teeth, watching you through blue slits for his eyes. 

You take him deeper into your wet mouth, the taste of artificial cherries and him popping onto your tongue as you do. You stare deep into his eyes as you suck on his cock, bobbing your head up and down and breathing through your nose as you do.

He never takes his eyes off of you even though you can see that the pleasure is too good. One of his hands laces through your hair, gently grasping your scalp as you bob up and down on his cock, your tongue swirling along his shaft. After some more wet sucking, he slowly pulls out of your mouth, causing a line of spit to connect your bottom lip to his head.

“Open your mouth,” he demands. You do so, shivering in delight at the demanding, low tone of his voice. 

He leans down to give you a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, no matter the fact that his dick was just in your mouth, and then spits a wallop of his saliva onto your tongue. “Now spit on it.”

You do so, spitting everything he just gave you back onto his cock, making it nice, sloppy, and wet. Seeing his cock dripping in saliva and lube makes your pussy gush between your soft, juicy thighs. You can’t resist going back for seconds and Dabi welcomes it. 

His groans and guttural growls are delicious to your eardrums. You relish each one as you turn tricks with your mouth, swirling your tongue around his shaft before taking him deep into your throat. You go slow, letting your throat stretch around his thick cock, expanding it by opening it further on a fake yawn.

“Fuck, V, you’re so good at that, baby,” Dabi groans, gripping your hair for dear life. “God, this mouth is so fuckin’ tight!” 

You stare up into his eyes as he begins to slowly fuck your throat, filling the tight, wet space over and over again, bit by bit, inch by inch. “That’s a cute lil’ face on ya, baby V,” he chuckles, staring down at you in utter adoration. “You like suckin’ on this big cock, don’t you? It’s just what you needed to ring in the new year right, hm?” 

You can only gag in response, all words ceasing to exist. You can’t even think about anything other than his cock as his thrusts grow rougher and more intense, his pelvis flush against your lips. He inhales a sharp intake of breath as if the pleasure is painful and too much to handle. “That’s it, take it,” he encouragingly hisses. “Fuckin’ take that shit. Good girl.” 

He uses your throat like it’s a toy and you welcome all of it, sneaking your fingers down between your thighs to frantically rub at your clit. At the feeling of your throat flexing around him, Dabi grins, his face flushed and his eyes hooded. “So you want my cum, hm?” he asks, trailing a hand over your cheek. He pulls his cock out of your mouth, groaning when the wet tip lightly slaps you against the mouth and bobs against his lower stomach. 

“Where do you want it, doll?” he whispers. “In you? On you? Whatever you want, just tell me.” He taps his cock against your lips, coaxing you to open up so he can rub the head along your tongue. The lewd act draws a moan out of both of you, anticipating more. 

The promise of getting his cum, wherever, however, is enough to make you cream on the spot. “Anywhere,” you whimper. “I just want you to fuck me.”

Dabi grips your chin and tilts it up to give you a wet kiss on your lips, the both of you sharing each other’s tastes. Dabi just loves the taste of his cock on your tongue. It makes a primal fire explode inside of him. One that can only be snuffed out by stuffing his cock inside of you and making you his for good. 

And finally, he does. When you’re on your back and he is mounting you like he owns you, bending your knees so his hips are flush against yours, drilling his cock in and out of your wet heat, you both are conscious of the fact that he has never fucked you like this: so deep, so rough, and so wanton. Mating press is something Dabi has always wanted to do and you, panting and moaning underneath him, are inclined to have him do it every single time you’re together. 

You grip his forearms for dear life, sinking your glittery, purple fingernails into his skin as he pounds your cunt into the bed. The bedsprings sing underneath your bodies, creaking and bouncing in time with Dabi’s pistoned thrusts. With every second, his cock sinks deeper into you, his pelvis thumping against your clit and making pleasure crackle throughout your veins. 

“God, Dabi!” you wail. “Baby, w-wait! You have to–” 

“Slow down?” he chuckles. He hovers above you, his handsome face flushed and his blue eyes hooded with lust. “Not a fuckin’ chance, doll. M’sorry, but ya just look too goddamn cute takin’ that dick for me.” He takes your hands and pins them above your head, holding you down as he gives you his dick over and over and over again, drilling that spot that makes your mouth fall agape and your brain turn to mush. 

Dabi is loving every second of this shit. Seeing your face contort in ecstasy and hearing all of those pretty sounds escape your mouth are better than morning coffee to him. “Is this what you needed? Hm, some nice cock from your boyfriend to perk ya up? A deep dickin’ down to ring in the new year?” 

The squelching sounds of his cock stroking your wet walls mix with your joint moans and the bedsprings, creating a symphony of sex. “Yes!” you sob. Then again, like a mantra, as Dabi pounds your pussy into the mattress like a jackhammer: “Yes, yes, yes!”

That is all you can think of as Dabi takes you on a ride to Pleasureville right next to Pound Town, helping your body reach heights of pleasure that should be illegal. 

“C-Can’t…can’t f-fuck…oh, God, Dabi,” you pant. Your words are a jumbled, babbling mess as you bounce on his dick, your gorgeous tits jiggling in time with his thrusts.

He takes one hand off of your wrist, pining them down with one hand instead, and uses his free hand to swirl this thumb over your lips. You instinctively open your mouth to suck on his thumb, much to his enjoyment. 

“Shhh, just shut up, doll,” he coos. “Pretty dolls don’t talk…god, this pussy is fuckin’ good.” He hisses in pleasure as your cunt flexes and pulses around him, pulling him in deeper and deeper until you both have no choice in the matter of cumming anymore. “I can tell you’re close,” he groans. “You wanna cum for me, baby? You wanna cum all over this dick?” 

He takes his thumb out of your mouth, wanting to hear you say those pretty words to him. “Yes,” you whimper. “Yes, please.” You can’t take anymore. Your pussy is on the ledge, threatening to jump into a sea of euphoria. 

He then leans down so his nose is centimeters away from yours, his breath fanning your face as his cock sinks deeper inside of you. “Then you’d better tell me somethin’ first,” he growls. “Tell me that this pussy is mine. Say it out of your mouth.” His thrusts grow slow but are still deep and hard, drawing loud moans out of you and plap-plap-plaps from his thighs hitting yours. 

“C’mon, sugar, is it mine?” he teases. “Say it’s mine and I’ll let ya cum. C’mon, open that pretty mouth up and tell me.” He grins wickedly, knowing that you will do anything to cum. His body shivers in anticipation of hearing those words. Those words that will be the end for him and no doubt make him bust deep inside of your pussy, possibly breeding you and locking you down for good.

“It’s yours!” you wail. “It’s all yours, Daddy! This pussy is always yours!” And you mean it. No man could ever make your pussy; your body; your heart; your soul feel this good. You want to be his. You want him to take you and make it so you can never look at another man the same way you look at him. 

The smile that crosses Dabi’s lips is full of joy. It’s a beautiful look on him. “And this cock is yours, whenever and however you want it. Now are you gonna cum for me like a good slut?” He pauses, wrapping a hand around your throat and squeezing, making that pretty mouth turn into an O as you gasp. “Like my good slut?” he whispers. 

“Y-Yes!” you moan out. “Yes, Touya, please! Make me cum with you!” At the mention of his birth name dripping from your honeyed lips, something snaps in Dabi and his body becomes a machine, his hips thrusting on their own. His movements draw loud moans, gasps, and sobs out of you and loud grunts out of him that grow desperate and needy the harder he goes. 

“Gonna fill my baby up,” he gasps. “Gonna give this pussy a creampie it’ll never fuckin’ forget!” 

‘Do it!’ you think in your blanked-out mind. ‘Give it to me! Fill me up!’ 

And then all thoughts cease to exist as your second orgasm washes over you, making your cunt squeeze around Dabi as you cum. A long moan escapes your lips as your eyes flutter closed and your back arches, all of your senses sharpened as your orgasm rocks your world. Your beautiful reaction triggers Dabi’s own orgasm and with a guttural moan, he cums with you. A stream of his spunk escapes his balls and enters you, flooding your pussy with as much as he can give you. 

Dabi leans down to swoop you up in a heated, sloppy, passionate kiss as he continues to rut into you, helping you ride out your orgasm while he chases the lingering high of his, his hips rolling against yours. You widen your legs more, wanting him closer than two people could be. You gasp as his cum floods you, warm and wet and…cozy. It gives you a tingling sensation that makes you feel right…like this was supposed to happen. 

Finally exhausted, Dabi pauses his thrusts and pulls his lips away from you before leaning up to assess the “damage” he did to you. You lay there, panting and sweaty, your hair a wreck, and your skin aglow. When he pulls out, slow and steady, his cum drips out of you, sticking to your thighs and staining the bed. “Now would you look at that,” he tuts. “Dirty girl. Now I’m gon’ have to clean ya up.” 

Without another word, he ducks between your thighs to slurp his and your cum mixture out of you, gently lapping at your pussy. “Ha,” you gasp, twitching at the tiny pulses that enter your muscles as his tongue drenches your overly-sensitive cunt. “I-I need to clean you up too, babe.” 

Smirking at you, he sits up and leans back, letting you slurp your juices off of his cock. Your tongue is loving and your sucking is greedy, needing to taste every bit of you off of him. “Good girl,” he coos, winding his hands in your hair. “I love you so much.” Hearing those words makes feel high, your body feeling light as a feather. 

Finally, you two lay together in the afterglow and the morning sun drenching your bedspread, legs intertwined and your head on his chest. “Well, now you’re stuck with me, it seems,” Dabi chuckles. “I hope you’re okay with that.” His hand runs from your ass up your spine, tracing shapes along your skin. 

You nuzzle into his chest, breathing in his intoxicating musk. “Oh, I’m more than okay with it,” you sigh. “That was absolutely amazing. I love sex with you.” You tilt your head up to press a kiss to his cheek. “And I love you,” you whisper into his ear. 

You feel him smile against your lips and he turns his head down to press a kiss to your lips. “I love you too, doll.” You smile, closing your eyes and falling back into his chest, into his arms, wanting so much to spend the day like this. 

“And I love your shower,” he whispers, making you guffaw into his chest. For the rest of the morning of the new year, you and Dabi spend it together with a hot shower, some piping coffee with eggs, and then a marathon of trash TV on your couch. And it’s perfect. 

THE END.

[pikahlua]

I mean at least with ochako, deku and shouto the author had them fight with the intention to try to save or understand himiko, tomura and touya. These characters were constructed under this little idea. But at the end none of them managed to do it and all the villains died as villains anyway and the ones that lived didn't change and afterwards the author decided to show a random kid being helped by an old lady as the proof of hero society changing or something. It felt cheap to me i guess.

"fight with the intention to try to save or understand himiko, tomura and touya" "But at the end none of them managed to do it"

...Do...do you really think they didn't manage to understand Himiko, Tomura, and Touya? Why? Why do you think that? I don't know how it could have been any clearer that understanding was achieved??

And I'm very concerned about this notion that "saving" these villains means they don't die and after surviving they completely change. Like, I'm sorry, but this confuses me the most about people who claim to be fans of the villains when they imply things like this. Think about what this would mean. Somehow these villains' grievances with society should have all been immediately and completely resolved and they change their tune like "Oops, guess I was wrong about everything ever! I love society now! Everything that happened to me was justified and I should never have complained! The heroes were right all along and I was just being silly! I will take steps for improving myself and rejoining this society that I used to hate because I mistakenly thought it wronged me!" Maybe that's not how you truly expected it to play out, but if Izuku, Ochako, and Shouto managed to talk-no-jutsu their villains in one go out of being villains, it would absolutely have come across that way. It would have been the message behind the culmination in Izuku and everyone "becoming the greatest heroes." It would have said yes, the status quo is good and correct, and people should just open up to the right people before they become villains and then they wouldn't be a problem for everybody.

What we get instead is the heroes coming to an understanding of what their villains' grievances are (again, why do you think this didn't happen?) and showing those villains that yes, there is at least one person in the world who understands them and wants to give them hope, that wants to make their lives easier. Tomura and Himiko both die with hope in their hearts. A piece of darkness inside each of the three of them is resolved by their respective heroes. Touya is granted his last wish to talk things out with his family before he dies. Himiko is faced with the question of incarceration or death, and she chooses death as a means of staying true to herself (i.e. her desire to never be caught, to live and die as she wants to). She also is able to live this new form of "love" in giving her blood to Ochako as she goes out. In destroying himself, Tomura also destroys the man who used him and was responsible for the existence of "that house" that represented all his trauma. Tomura also left a legacy for Spinner to continue in his absence and a question for Izuku to observe of society in the aftermath (which is why we see that moment with the old lady, who represented the legitimate grievance Tomura had with the society that failed to save him from AFO). All the villains maintain their LEGITIMATE grievances with society and refuse to bend to society's wishes, and thus their points, their ideals, their legacies live on. They endure within the hearts of others who are aggrieved by society, and they leave a stark impact on the heroes who couldn't change them. That's how we get Ochako dedicating her life to children's welfare. That's how we get Izuku telling all children they can be heroes whether or not they become pro heroes in the law enforcement system. That's how we get Shouto living a life where he can be and discover himself separate from the tainted legacy of his father. The lessons they take from their villains stay in their hearts forever because they are failures. Their failure was the point. They aren't perfect, they can't save everyone by themselves, they have to dedicate their lives to being the change society needs if they want to save more people, and their failures guide them in the directions where they can make that sort of impact.

Believe it or not, Crimson Riot says it best...

Yeah, that's right, the message has been prevalent in the story for a long time. It didn't come out of no where.

If the message feels cheap to you, I implore you (and EVERYONE) to engage in a thought exercise. Genuinely, try to imagine that someone in the world other than you finds the message of this story as not cheap but as earnest and meaningful and robust. Now imagine why this person would think that. What evidence is there in the manga that they would use to support it? What meaning would they derive from this ending? Try to understand the opposite point of view. Try to honestly engage with the text in this way. Horikoshi devoted a decade of his life to telling this story. Sure, some of it probably suffered from bad editing and weird changes due to elongating the story at times. It was a big story with a giant cast, and that can be a lot for any one person to manage perfectly over the course of 10 years. Maybe there are parts of the story that aren't as tight or clean as they could be. But, in good faith, please try to imagine WHY Horikoshi felt this story needed to be told. Try to imagine what message Horikoshi wanted to convey that matters to him. Don't just dismiss the ending out of hand because it doesn't immediately click for you. I think it's great you asked me about it, and I hope my answer gives you more to think about.

[bibibbon]

”Endeavour loved Toya/his children!”

you mean the same Toya/children who only reason Endeavor (who btw bought woman to do that) have them just to surpass All might?.

like my issue is that why should I care about Endeavor feelings towards his children when it’s clear that he just have them for the sake of his goal and Only his goals with intention of being a father.

like imagine if one them have quirk like Shoto but have no interest of becoming a hero, because I assure that Endeavor wouldn’t take it will.

Truth be told Enji's love for his children was always CONDITIONAL LOVE!

However, this conditional love doesn't even apply to all of his children but mainly stands for touya and shoto. I say this because it's heavily implied that Enji never showed care or a fraction of attention towards fuyumi or natsou when they were younger.

Enji only loved touya and shoto when there was a promise that they could fulfil his dream. He only loved them when they had the potential to do something that he wanted them to do. This is literally the text. Touya himself understands this, he understands that his father's love is conditional, he understands that he will only receive validation from his father if he is able to be powerful, if he is able to be his father's perfect puppet toy and allow for his father's dreams to come true. Touya is way too aware of this at such a young age, and that's the reason as to why he tries so hard to improve, to become stronger so he could show his father that he is worthy of attention and that he can indeed make his father proud.

Shoto, on the other hand, is first depicted as Enji's perfect son, especially in touya's pov's. Shoto gets all of his father's attention, all of his father's care, but it's in a very toxic, possessive, and oppressing way. Enji constantly overtrains shoto, he hovers over him giving him no space and no boundaries and according to some Japanese translations the way Enji addresses shoto actively strips shoto of any autonomy. Apparently, the kanji he uses to address shoto is one that's used to address baby animals and objects instead of actual beings.

You know it's funny that you say imagine if enji had a child with shoto's quirk but never wanted to be a hero because in a way that ends up being child shoto. That is until shoto chooses to become a hero without using his fire quirk to spite his father, and then he chooses to become a hero better than his father, someone who will save his mother and be something completely different as enji doesn't define him.

Alas, the show does try to convince us poorly that enji does care for his family so conveniently after he achieves his dream of being number one and figures out that his whole entire life has led up to such an empty and sad moment.

[ferigrievous]

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the boy next to you was no longer touya todoroki, and hadn’t been for three months. he was a ghost of what once was, a charred remnant of hopes and dreams. he had buried that boy on a winter morning, kneeling in front of his funeral altar that had been given the love he never felt when he was alive. he had relished in the way his father wept, crying over what never was.

and he had found a home in you. the only person that he had left. the only person that came looking for him when they didn't find his body. the only person that mattered. 

you were the only one who heard him, late at night, weeping over what could have been. and you never told him, of course, because how would you tell a man who had been to hell and back that he still cried over his brothers and sister at night?

that didn’t matter.

touya leaned against you, propping his head up on your shoulder. the scars on his back pinched and stretched with the movement, and he felt himself tear up from the pain. but it was comfortable, being able to be intimate with you like this. when was the last time he had felt the touch of another human being?

he couldn't remember. and to be frank, he didn’t care. 

touya closed his eyes, inhaling your scent and savouring it. the way you felt against him was something he never wanted to forget. your warmth and your body pressed against his like two puzzle pieces slotting perfectly together. 

he let out a tired sigh, burying his face into your hair. everything felt so… easy. it wasn’t complicated.

it felt like it was just the two of you against the world. he felt a sense of comfort in the way your body slotted against his, the way your scent enveloped him, and the way you just *were* there. not minding his scars, his burns, or the way he looked. 

you didn’t mind any of it, you were comfortable with it. you were comfortable with him.

it felt like bliss.

but he felt the pain shoot across his body every which way , and he couldn’t stop the soft whine that slipped from his throat as his body stung and ached in an almost unbearable way. 

he swallowed harshly, trying to ignore the way his eyes were burning from tears that threatened to fall. he hated crying, but he felt safe here. with you. he clenched his eyes shut as he wrapped his arms around you, needing something to ground himself.

he wondered if the ache in his chest from missing his family was ever going to go away.

he pushed the thought away with a shaky breath, pushing you closer. he knew he could tell you how he felt. he was safe. he was allowed to be vulnerable with you. 

tears slipped down his face as he inhaled shakily, burying his face into your neck. 

"it hurts." he mumbled. "i miss them."

his grip on you tightened, hands clenching around your shirt. you knew touya enough to understand what he meant. his siblings didnt care when he was in distress, a pot threatening to boil over, but touya forgave them. because who would if he didnt?

"do you think they still remember me?” he repeated softly, swallowing the lump in his throat again.

he didn’t want you to see him cry, but he couldn’t stop the tears that were falling down his face. he felt so weak, so vulnerable. but at the same time, it was cathartic to get all these feelings out after he’d kept them in for so long.

“i think they remembers you. you’re– you’re their big brother.”

he let out a shaky breath as he reached for your hand, fingers tracing over the ridges on your knuckles. the scars on his back pinched again as he breathed and he couldn't help but wince, inhaling sharply and clenching his eyes shut. 

he didn’t want to cry. he needed to be strong for you, to be the way he thought you deserved to be. 

but it was hard when he missed his family, even if they never missed him.

“you think so?”

touya sounded like a child when he spoke, his voice small and soft, a tone he never used with anybody other than you. maybe because he knew he no longer had to pretend to be strong with you. you knew the soft spots of him that nobody else did. he was only seventeen, but to you he was twelve, he was ten, he was six, and he was four.

his shoulders hunched over and he pulled you closer, resting his chin on your head. it had been a long time since he'd had any sort of affection, and he craved it. even if it was from you, his closest friend, he needed it. 

he never had to pretend with you. you knew him better than anyone. his past and his future. his darkest secrets and his deepest thoughts.

"yeah, i think so." you murmur. “i would if you were my big brother.”

he couldn’t help the way his heart clenched. it was almost embarrassing how much your words had affected him, and he swallowed harshly to clear the lump in his throat. 

and he didn’t want to cry, but he felt safe with you. he felt safe to be vulnerable around you and he knew you would accept it. 

touya took a shaky breath, trying to swallow the onslaught of tears and feelings that were trying to bubble up. 

“can i be honest with you?”

“of course.”

“i want to go see my siblings.”

he words came out soft and quiet, almost like they weren’t meant for anyone else but himself, like a silent wish on a shooting star. they echoed in the still air, bouncing from the walls and ringing through your ears over and over again. i want to go see my siblings.

and when you didn’t respond, he spoke up again, sounding a little more desperate this time. he sounded like he needed something that he couldn’t ask for. 

"please."

the way he spoke, how soft he sounded and the way his voice cracked made your heart clench in your chest. you’d never heard touya sound like that before. 

he never asked for things, preferring to just do things himself or get someone else to do it. and now he was asking you? 

you swallowed, and shifted slightly so you could look at him. “what?”

his lips were pressed tightly together, and he looked vulnerable. more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him before. the look he gave you was so full of pleading and desperation that it made your chest ache. 

“please.” he repeated, and you heard a slight crack in his voice. “i need to see them.”

hearing the pleading edge in his voice, you shifted so that you were facing him directly. he looked almost childlike like this, pleading with you to do something, silently begging you with his eyes. 

you swallowed the lump in your throat, your heart panging at the almost painful look he had in his eyes.

"okay," you murmur quietly. "we'll go."

the change in his demeanor was instantaneous. it was like a child being promised a gift, the way he perked up. 

relief washed over his face, and his shoulders slumped slightly. he looked like he was about to cry again almost immediately. 

he didn’t say thank you. he didn’t need to. the relief on his face was enough, and the way his grip on you tightened slightly was another way of telling you that he appreciated you. 

“really?” he said softly, and there was a hint of hope in his voice that you’d never heard before. he looked… he looked scared. the usually confident, snarky touya looked scared. 

he reached out, grabbing your hands tightly. “you’d really do that?”

you nodded wordlessly, watching as touya stood up with an almost dazed look on his face.

he couldn’t believe it. you were really going to let him see his siblings. the people he missed the most in the world, the only people he loved. you were going to let him see them. he was going to see them again.

his eyes didn’t leave you, like he was worried you would change your mind.

your heart ached at the way he looked so desperate and hopeful. the way he looked almost disbelieving that you would go this far for him.

you pushed away the pain you felt and stood up too, reaching forward to grab his face in your hands and making him look at you. “yes, touya. i would do this for you.”

the look on his face was almost childish, and you almost laughed at how excited he looked. it was cute, how he immediately stood up and grabbed your hands tighter, as if you would disappear if he didn’t keep ahold of you. 

he needed this. he needed to see his brothers and sister again, even if they didn’t remember him. he needed closure, and he needed this moment. 

you wouldn’t take it away from him, no matter what.

his heart was beating faster than he thought it ever would, eyes fixated on you and refusing to look away. he didn’t want to let you go, he didn’t want you to disappear on him. 

“tonight?” he asked suddenly, the words coming out almost rushed. 

he had to see them again, he needed to. he wanted to hold shouto and fuyumi and natsuo again. he wanted them to remember him, and he knew it would hurt if they didn’t, but it would still be worth it.

“yes,” you murmured, taking his hand and leading him out the fire escape. “before it gets dark.”

touya stayed close to your side as you two walked, almost hovering, like a bee to a flower. he was clearly a ball of nervous, excited energy, unable to stay still for long. every so often his hand would brush against yours and he’d shiver slightly, but he would stay as quiet as possible. 

his heart was racing, and his anxiety was through the roof, but he tried to push it down and stay calm. he didn’t want to think about the consequences of tonight, but about the good things that could come from it.

and as he stood in front of the house he was raised in, he couldnt help but have second thoughts.

touya couldn’t stop the way his throat felt tight, or the way his chest felt like it was being crushed. he was almost terrified to go inside, to knock on the door. 

what if they didn’t recognize him? what if they were angry that he was there? what if they hated him more than he already hated himself?

as the sun set over the todoroki estate, he could almost see the memories playing out before him. the nights spent hiding from his father, the days spent running around with his siblings playing games, and the cold nights spent shivering and huddling for warmth. 

there were a lot of awful memories too, but they were overshadowed by the good ones. or at least, he tried to make himself believe they did. 

“it looks the same.” he mumbled softly.

you placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and squeezed it lightly. you knew how nervous he was, and you tried your best to soothe some of his worries. 

he flinched slightly at the touch, but he quickly relaxed. your presence helped, he felt as if he could handle anything so long as you were with him, and he was grateful that you had agreed to come with him.

without a second thought, you took his hand and made your way to the back of the estate, where touya’s bedroom used to be, and popped open the lock as if it was second nature. you had snuck into his room nearly every day when he used to live here, and it surprised you to no end that you hadn’t gotten caught.

the feeling of nostalgia washes over touya the second his feet touched the floor. the room looked exactly the same as it had when he was fifteen. 

touya let out a shaky breath, the familiarity of his own room almost overwhelming him. he had missed this room, he had missed his bed and the small things that he’d had in this room. 

he walked up to the bed, running a hand over the sheets and sitting down on the soft mattress. it still felt like  his bed, and it still smelt like his room. nothing had changed, and it brought back memories of late night crying sessions and silent sobbings.

sobbings that, until now, he could still hear through the walls.

the sound almost made his blood freeze in his veins. he knew that sound, he recognized it instantly. he had spent many nights listening to shouto cry like that, and it made his heart hurt.

a part of him just wanted to sit against the wall and drown out shouto’s crying with his own thoughts, but another part of him told him to comfort his little brother. 

he couldn’t just ignore his sibling, especially when he knew how scared and lonely he would be. 

he swallowed his nerves and stood up, taking slow, quiet steps towards the wall shared between their rooms, and pressed his ear to it.

and god, touya couldnt help himself. 

stumbling through his door, he rushed to the room next door, not bothering to tell you or even look around if the hallways were empty. he pulled open the door and nearly broke down crying at the sigh of shouto curled up all by himself in his room.

shouto was curled up in a ball in his bed, the sheets wrapped around him as tears silently streamed down his face. his tiny fists were clenched so tight that his knuckles were turning white, and his small body was shaking from the force of his sobs. 

when the door opened, his small head snapped up so fast it was almost as if it would fly off his shoulders. his eyes widened when he saw touya, shock registering across his young face.

shouto was one when he died. he didnt remember much except for the harsh regimine and beating his father instilled into him as soon as he could walk. but he could remember a brother. a brother that wasnt around the house anymore. a brother natsuo or fuyumi couldnt talk about.

a brother that was standing in his doorway.

touya looked down at his younger brother. he couldn’t describe the emotion that was coursing through him right now. guilt, sadness, relief, happiness. all different emotions that were all swirling inside his chest and threatening to overwhelm him. 

he took a shaky step towards the bed, hesitating for a moment before he spoke. 

“hey, shou.” he said quietly. his voice sounded shaky and slightly hoarse.

shouto stared at him, his blue and grey eyes wide and unblinking. he didn’t say anything, just stared at touya as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. who was this boy standing in his doorway? and why did he look so much like him?

touya took another cautious step towards the bed, his heart racing in his chest. he knew his little brother was confused, he could see it on his face. he knew there was a part of him that didn’t believe it was possible that touya was standing in front of him and not a figment of his imagination.

“touya!” you hissed, slipping into the room and shutting the door behind you. god, he was going to get you two caught. “what the hell are you doing!”

touya flinched slightly at your voice, whipping around to look at you. he’d been so focused on shouto that he hadn’t noticed you behind him, and his heart rate picked up. 

his shoulders tensed as he looked at you, and his gaze flicked back to shouto for a second before he spoke. 

”he was crying.” he said softly, as if that explained everything.

“i know he was, but it’s dangerous.” you hissed back, moving closer to him. 

you understood his reasons, you really did. touya cared for his siblings and he didn’t want to make their lives any harder, but you also didn’t want him to get hurt.

shouto’s eyes widened further, his small, pale hands clutching at the sheets. he was still staring at touya, wide-eyed and unblinking. it was as if he couldn’t believe his eyes, as if he was dreaming. 

he mumbled something so softly that only someone with a heightened sense of hearing could pick up, and it made touya’s heart ache.

shouto’s eyes widened further, his small, pale hands clutching at the sheets. he was still staring at touya, wide-eyed and unblinking. it was as if he couldn’t believe his eyes, as if he was dreaming. 

touya took a step closer to the bed, his eyes never leaving shouto’s face. he could see the confused and surprised look in his eyes, and the uncertainty that was almost written all over his young face. 

he reached out a trembling hand, as if he was scared that if he moved too suddenly then shouto would just disappear. as if he was scared that he was truly some kind of hallucination.

touya took a step closer to the bed, his eyes never leaving shouto’s face. he could see the confused and surprised look in his eyes, and the uncertainty that was almost written all over his young face. 

he reached out a trembling hand, as if he was scared that if he moved too suddenly then shouto would just disappear. as if he was scared that he was truly some kind of hallucination.

shouto didn’t pull back when touya’s hand approached him. he was frozen in place, his wide eyes fixed on his older brother as he gently placed his hand on the younger’s head. 

the moment his hand made contact, a small gasp escaped touya’s lips. it was real, this was real. touya could feel shouto, the smoothness of his hair, the heat coming off his skin, the tiny body beneath his hand. it was real, and it made his eyes start to burn.

tears started pricking the corners of touya’s eyes. he’d missed shouto so much, so goddamned much it hurt. 

he couldn’t stop himself from moving closer, carefully sitting on the edge of the bed and wrapping his arms around his brother.

he was real. so real.

he was real, he was tangible, and he was here. touya wrapped his arms around the younger, his throat tightening as he held him close. tears started falling freely as he buried his face into his brother’s soft dual-colored hair. 

he couldn’t control the sobs that started racking his body, the loud, broken cries that escaped his throat. the dam had finally broken.

you sat next to him, and touya onluy distinctly processed the dip in the bed. you didnt want to intrude, so you watched. you watched, and ached for the boy that shouto never got to see.

“miss you.”

he sobbed at the sound of shouto’s voice. even the younger’s voice sent a pang of pain through his heart, making him clutch at the boy even tighter.

he’d missed his voice, he’d missed everything about him. he’d missed the soft white and red strands of hair, his wide and innocent blue and grey eyes, his pale skin. he’d missed the soft, small body he was holding so tightly and the way he seemed so much more fragile than any other four year old.

as his crying slowed, he pulled away slightly so he could look at shouto’s face. his eyes were red and puffy, and tears were still streaming down his scarred cheeks. 

you watched as he studied his younger brother’s face, almost as if he was trying to memorize every detail. and you had the feeling he wanted to remember this, the feeling, the sound, the sight. he didn’t want to forget anything about this moment.

“i missed you too, shou.” he said shakily, his voice quiet and broken. he reached up and wiped at the tears on his younger brother’s face. “and i dont ever wanna leave you again.”

touya let out another small sob. he didn’t want to leave shouto. he didn’t want to leave natsuo or fuyumi either. he wanted to stay here, in the house he grew up in, with the family and siblings he loved so much. 

but he couldn’t. he didn’t have a choice. he couldn’t stay. he wasn’t supposed to be here. 

and that broke his heart.

“come with you..?” shouto mumbled, looking up at touya with his big, glassy eyes.

the words were like a dagger to the heart. touya’s breath hitched, his chest feeling as if it was being ripped out. he wanted to say yes, of course he did. he wanted to bring shouto and natsuo and fuyagi with him, keep them safe forever. make sure that no one could ever hurt them again.

but he couldn’t do that. he couldn’t take them from their life here. 

“i– i can’t, shou.” 

“but it hurts. papa hurts” 

“i know.” touya replied, the words coming out as barely a whisper. it hurt, god it hurt. it hurt a lot. it hurt so much and he couldn’t fix it. he brought a shaky hand up to run it through shouto’s hair, a weak attempt to soothe his brother. “i know it hurts and i’m sorry, shou. but i can’t stay here. i can’t.”

“come with you!” shouto repeated, pouting and reaching up to pull at touya’s hair.

touya could *feel* his heart breaking. he ached to say yes, to just scoop up shouto and take him with him. he’d do it in a heartbeat if it was possible.

but it wasn’t possible. touya was practically a wanted criminal, there was no way he’d be able to take a child with him and still hide.

“i can’t, shou. i want to, trust me i want to, but i just can’t. i’m sorry.”

he knew it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t fair for him to appear in his younger brother’s life, make him think that he was going to take him away from the nightmare they all lived in and then say that he couldn’t. but he couldn’t. he couldnt do that to him. to you. to fuyumi, and natsuo. to rei.

“it’s– it’s just not that simple.” touya said softly, his voice coming out strained. he could feel his chest tightening, the guilt and pain and anger all swirling inside of him. 

he wanted to take shouto with him so badly. the thought of leaving his little brother in this hell again brought an almost physical pang to his chest. but he couldn’t. it just wasn’t possible.

touya let out a shaky sigh. how could he, how was he supposed to explain it to a seven year old? how was he supposed to say ‘ i can’t take you with me because everyone literally thinks im dead’ without confusing him? without hurting him?

“it’s complicated, shou.” he said weakly.

the younger boy was still staring up at him. his eyes were still wide, but instead of surprise or confusion there was only hurt and disappointment in his expression. 

it made touya’s heart ache. he wanted to fix it, to take the hurt away, to tell his younger brother that everything was going to be okay and that he wouldn’t ever have to worry about anything again. 

but he couldn’t. it’d be wrong to give him false hope.

and god, you couldnt help yourself.

“touya– ‘m sorry to intrude but why.. why cant we just take him?” you mumble, shifting close to lean against touya’s back. “wouldn’t you have wanted someone to take you away when what’s happening to shouto was happening to you? 

you huffed, grabbing touya’s shoulder to force him to look at you. “cant you see? the cycle is repeating itself. and you can stop it.”

touya’s hands balled into shaking fists as you spoke. 

you were right. as much as he hated to admit it, you were right.

he’d spent many nights wishing there was someone, anyone, who would come and take him and his siblings away from this hell. and now, he had a chance to do it for shouto, to stop what was going to happen to him from ever happening, but he wasn’t taking it.

the shame coursed through his body, making him go taut.

he could feel the frustration and anger building up inside of him, warring with the shame a guilt in his chest. it was making him feel dizzy, and the sudden urge to hit something was taking over his thoughts. 

he stood up from the bed, pacing around the room and running a trembling hand through his messy raven black hair. 

“fucking quit!” he hissed, not looking at you. “stop it, you don’t understand! it’s not that easy!”

“and why not!” you moved closer to shouto and covered his ears. “the whole house is asleep right now, and if you keep up this clown show of yours, you’ll get us caught!”

he didn’t care. he didn’t care at all if he got caught, or if he woke up the rest of the house, or anything. he wouldn’t even care if someone started beating him half to death at that very moment. 

the anger and shame continued to build and build until it was choking him and blocking any rational thought. he wanted to get caught, at this point. he just wanted to make something, anything hurt. even if it costed him his life.

but he couldnt do that. not to you. not to him. and epecially not to shouto.

“–touya! calm down!” you hissed, letting go of shouto and standing up to grab his wrist. “ you’re gonna fucking burn the house down!”

“then let it burn.” 

the words came out before he could stop himself, and as he said them he regretted them. he knew he didn’t actually want to burn down the house, not the house with his siblings still in it at least.

touya couldnt think straight. the world was spinning, the house threatening to swallow him whole. he could faintly hear you speaking, but he could feel it going in one ear and out the other.

no matter what he did, someone would get hurt. someone was going to end up getting hurt. and he didn’t think he could handle it.

he ran his shaking hands through his hair again, his body tense and his breath coming out in short, labored gasps. he could practically feel his blood boiling.

he wanted something, anything he could take his anger out on.

“nii-san?”

the sound of shouto’s voice snapped touya back to the present. he froze, turning back to the bed and looking at his younger brother. 

god, how long had he been pacing and seething? how long had he been lost in his own head? how long had he been scaring you, scaring shouto?

his heart fell as he met shouto’s worried and confused eyes. the anger faded, replaced by a different kind of despair. 

what was he doing? what was he doing, scaring his younger brother and shouting and acting like a psychopath infront of him? what kind of older brother was he?

he took a shaky step towards the bed, an apology ready to spill from his lips. 

he was going to apologize, he was going to tell shouto that he didn’t mean to scare him, that he wasn’t in his right mind right now. he was going to tell him that he was fine, that it was okay.

but the door opened before he got the chance to speak.

touya froze again, his blood going cold. he didn’t dare turn around to look at who had just entered the room. he didn’t need to look. he already knew.

and without a secont thought, he picked shouto up, and ran.

he darted towards the window, clutching the younger boy as tightly as he dared. his heart was racing in his chest, pounding against his ribs so hard it was a miracle they didn’t break. 

he didn’t have time to think or plan. he just had to run, had to get out of here.

the adrenaline was rushing through his veins like never before. he had to get shouto out of here, he had to get out,  fast.

he dashed out of the bedroom, his feet almost silent as he raced down the hallway of the house, holding his younger brother tightly against his chest. he didnt need to tell you twice. he trusted you enough to be right behind him. he had learned from the mistakes of orpheus and eurydice.

shouto was screaming in fear, his cries bouncing off the walls and surely waking up the entire house. the man behind you was loud and quick, but not quick enough.

touya grit his teeth, his eyes darting around as he tried to find the exit. in his panic, all of his childhood memories and completly vaccated his brain. 

he could hear his dad yelling from behind him, and he could hear natsuo and fuyumi calling out. 

but he didn’t look back. he didn’t even slow his pace as he reached the front door, yanking it open and stepping out into the cold night air with you and shouto right behind him.

and touya didn’t stop running. he didn’t look back, not once. he just kept going, dashing down the sidewalk with no sense of where exactly he was headed. 

all he knew was that he had to run, he had to get away from the house and make sure shouto was safe. that was all that mattered, right now.

his legs burned with the effort but he didn’t slow down. he pushed himself further, his feet pounding against the pavement as he raced down the street. he had no idea where he was going, but he didn’t care. 

he’d keep running until his legs gave out.

and even if they did, he was sure you’d catch him.

he could hear you panting behind him as you struggled to keep up with his pace. he knew you were putting in just as much effort as he was, pushing through the burn in your legs and the ache in your chest. 

he knew you’d keep running by his side, for as far as you could. not because you felt like you had to, but because you wanted to.

touya didn’t know for how long he kept running. it felt like an endless race, a never-ending battle of speed and endurance. 

but eventually, he had to stop. his legs finally gave out, collapsing under him as he stumbled to a stop. he doubled over, gasping for breath and clutching shouto close to his chest.

and he found he couldnt help but laugh.

a strangled laugh escaped his lips as he fought to regain his breath. it was a bitter, crazed laugh, full of pain and hysteria. 

he leaned against a nearby wall, his legs shaking as he struggled to stay upright. he was exhausted, his body feeling as if it had been put through hell and back. 

but he was alive. you were alive. and shouto was alive.

and that’s all that mattered right now.

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we're just never getting a todofam moment that doesn't involve endeavor huh

There was never gonna be a conclusion without Endeavor, but I agree that this chapter spent way too much time on him.

Still the emotional core of the chapter was Shouto and Touya connecting in a way that had nothing to do with Endeavor, so that was a win.

Also the ending of the Todoroki family is Shouto getting his freedom and emancipation. He's not cutting Enji out the way Natsuo did, but he's giving himself the permission to focus on himself and not be stepping up for Endeavor's failings anymore.

After Shouto's "Origin" - the chapter about him becoming who he wants to be", Ch 40 was called "Emancipation", giving the idea that Shouto's next step is to break away from his father.

Shouto just had his breakthrough with fire, seemingly doing exactly as Endeavor predicted - he came up against a wall he couldn't solve just with ice. Endeavor thought that this also means Shouto finally accepting the reason for his birth, to become Endeavor's "replacement".

But psychologically, something different happened:

Shoto experienced freedom for the first time. He caught the first glimpse of a sense of self that didn't revolve around Endeavor. It's still a very long journey for him with many detours and wrong turns.

But by the end of it all, he does arrive to a strong sense of self- where his actions, his power are defined by his own values and goals and not Endeavor's reasons.

And I think that's the point the story is trying to make with Shouto's journey. That processing his painful past, facing his family and making connections was important to be able to develop this strong sense of self. These important building blocks were missing from Shouto's identity because of his stunted, isolated childhood.

But the "Hellish Todoroki family" is the home Enji and Rei are created together and Shouto - while his roots are here - is not chained to it. His life is so much more than this, his future is carving his own path and building a life away from Endeavor's fever dream:

While I'm not fully happy with the Todofam ending, I'm relieved about this part. About Shouto being able to move forward. I don't think he's magically will be free from the public backlash or that his ties to Endeavor and Dabi won't be set-backs in the future, but he's strong and his mind is free from the framework Endeavor created him for. He's not carrying some vow of "restoring the family honor".

It doesn't seem like Shouto will take over the Endeavor agency - if anything he's set to be working with his friends.

This is the emancipation we were promised back in Ch 40. And it's not a "fuck you dad", but also not an "I'll forgive you". It's all of Shouto's experiences, pain, losses integrating into an identity that understands and grieves the past but is not stuck in it.