#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.”

[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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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…………

[clownwritesfanfic]

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

I just…I had to write something. I have so many feelings about him.

Spoilers for Season 7 Episode 8

I am not caught up with the manga so I only know as far as the anime. If there are canon things that haven’t been revealed yet in the anime then it will not be in here, I’m using headcanons and my own interpretations.

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.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Reader is emotionally fucked, Reader has a quirk, Reader has hair long enough to run fingers through

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word count: 6,460

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).

Reader and Touya are both 16

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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.”

[arceus-insanity]

Something I never particularly liked about Endeavor's atonement, is that he never gave or gave up anything he actually wanted.

Like Endeavor was always willing to risk his life and limb as a hero, so any life-threatening risks or bodily harm he receives is just part of the job he was always willing to do from the beginning.

Him building a house for his remaining family members, only he won't be there?

Endeavor never cared whether he lived with his family or not, all that mattered to him was creating the strongest hero in Shoto.

So he never showed any want to be with his family until Shoto was already on his way to being a great hero.

It was barely an afterthought to him that was never followed through on.

The ending only makes all this worse, because it looks like he replaced each member of his family that he lost with heroes, the people he really wanted to be around...

Fuyumi = Burnin, onima = Natsuo, Hawks = Touya

Shoto on the path to heroic success.

And Rei there too, I guess for some reason???

Just wheeling him around...

Do you feel similarly or different about all this?

DING DING DING We have a winner!

Endeavor never has to sacrifice anything, he never chooses his family over his precious number one spot. He only even remembered they existed after he got his Precious.

And something I noticed is he is full of shit, and believes his own shit.

Like he thinks that 'oh I'll make a house for all my family members to live in' (Which we never see happen, so once again empty bullshit as always). But he never asks them what they want, it is incredibly bold to assume they would all want to live together, or even be able to with their careers, and if the kids want to start their own families. We also know Shoto likes traditional Japanese flooring, but what about the rest of them, and does Endeavor even know that?

One thing I've never seen anyone call out is his manipulative gaslighting speech to Natsuo after being rescued from Ending. He says that he didn't save Natsuo because he didn't want to make like Natsuo feel like he has to forgive him, only to without hesitation force him into a hug. So fucking much for respecting Natsuo's autonomy.

And this ain't the first time this lazy coward has froze when his kids are in immediate danger, we see him standing safely outside the flames with his fire resistance while Touya who's weak to fire burned on the peak. With Endeavor of course claiming 'he did everything he could'.

We also find out he harrassed Fuyumi into giving him Shoto's, his fucking masterpiece, number. Which he uses to text Shoto, in the middle of not just his workday, but fucking class hours! So much is wrong with this, this doesn't make him look good or show any atonement or redemption. What it does is make me think a lot less of both this excuse of a human being and his daughter (The start of her enabler arc). He's doubling down on past behaviour, quite stupidly I might add. And why the fuck did he need to get it from Fuyumi? Presumably, he's the one paying for the phone, he should just have the number from that!

Once again this man openly admits he only offered the work-study to Deku and Bakugou to manipulate Shoto. And constantly favors him when it comes to teaching. Understanding Deku's word vomit isn't difficult, even with him stupidly over-explaining it

What we don't see (or hear of) is him doing anything for or with Fuyumi, the only kid that wants anything to do with him (despite her character profile saying she resents him)

He is constantly given credit for shit he actively isn't doing!

But he and the narrative constantly throw him a pity party the second consequences are even hinted at. Not to mention he is also constantly rewarded for his (non-existent) efforts, Shoto chooses to work with him, Rei forgives him, Hawks, Burnin, Best Jeanist, etc are around to lick his boots clean and make sure he doesn't have to face any of those hinted at consequences. Boo fucking Hoo, the League (and specifically Dabi in this) deserved to win, and by the end, I was convinced that they would have been better for society

[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.

[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

My Girl {Dabi} pt 3

A/n: upon a few comments here and there, I decided to write another part but I will say this is the final part of this series. If anyone wants to request for Touya or Hawks just drop a request

Part 1 and Part 2

Pairing: Dabi x reader

Trigger warning: mentions of scars

Ever since the last time the two of you talked after the convenience store incident, you never saw Dabi again. To no surprise, a few days later his name was on the news along with the names of the rest of the League's members.

You had your chance, help the police catch one of the most dangerous men. Yet you didn't do it though. You had no idea why but when the numbers of all the police stations popped up on the screen of your tv, you didn't even pick up the phone, let alone dial your local police station.

"I knew I could trust you, doll."

"Can you use the door for once?"

"I don't know, can I?" Dabi walked in your bedroom. You had started leaving your balcony door open the past few days, secretly hoping he would come to you first instead of his own appartment.

"I should have burnt another cnvenience store for you," he layed down on your bed, groaning as he stretched his limbs. He smelt like burnt flesh like always but this time he also smelt like food, noodles to be precise.

"I would rather not." Dabi only rolled his eyes as a response. His boots landed on your floor shortly after.

"Well... at least you know that if you ever have any trouble, I won't hesitate to support you."

"By burning things down?"

"I'll do my best."

His eyes followed your every movement, watching as you walked around your bedroom, tidying it up. There wasn't nothing dirty in his gaze, nothing playful, just pure curiosity. From the way he was now sitting on the bed it almost felt as if he was waiting for you to tell him to leave but his relaxed shoulders told you he knew in the back of his mind that you weren't going to do something like that.

"I don't have any wounds for you to patch up this time."

"And you're complaining?"

"Your hands are the only soft thing that has touched my skin in ages, what do you think?"

If he had told you that the first time you helped patch up his scars, maybe you would have frozen but now? His words managed to make your heart beat and you hated yourself for it because he was a villain. There was no way whatever this was between you would actually work out and there was definitely a possibility that if it didn't, you would end up crying for weeks.

"I left you speechless, didn't I? I knew I had a poet in me," he slowly got up and walked towards you. His scarred hands quickly found their way to your waist as he softly pulled you towards him. "Do I scare you, doll?" His voice was softer than ever.

"No?" You raised your head just enough to be able to look at him.

"Is that a question?" You would have answered if you could find the words but in the end all you did was to shake your head. "I like this game; seeing you blush, hearing you confess things... tell me, pretty girl. Will you confess something for me?"

"What?"

"Why don't you tell me how badly you need my hands on your skin for a start?"

[ferigrieving]

born a weapon.

⊹ ࣪ i know there’s better brothers / but you’re the only one thats mine.

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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.

[bibibbon]

A lot of Endeavor's dramatics (for lack of a word) seems to come from his privilege.

He says he's willing to dance in hell, but his version of hell would be the dream of the common folk.

Endeavor had multiple huge houses, a butler, loyal employees and enough money to retire in his 40s. Toya was homeless, alone, and dying due to his quirk. They come from two different worlds, and Endeavor saying he's crossing that gap is an insult.

Absolutely!

Enji todoroki's version of hell and touya Todorokis version of hell are two very different things. Enji is incredibly privileged and his ending compared to touya is way more merciful and privileged.

Enji in a way already views his ending as a hero and what he is going through as already a form of punishment and somewhat hellish when in reality it's less than what he deserves. Enji deserves more pain, honestly he deserves to be in jail it's a flipping miracle that he is able to roam around freely, maybe its because he helped save Japan but he should still be held accountable for him crimes of abuse and quirk marriages which are illegal and something the series never goes back to talk about for some reason.

Touya's version of hell is already a reality and it (in my opinion) is much more horrible than enji's. When you look at both the endings of touya and enji you can clearly tell that enji is incredibly privileged whether that be with him and his little self pity party or just by the actions that he does. Enji is rich and very much still has power.

Now I think you bring up an interesting point because even if we don't compare enji and touya's ending but we compare enji with a regular MHA citizen enji unsurprisingly still ends up being very privileged just by the fact that he doesn't need to work, has money to do whatever and has power/influence to do what he wants.

Touya has experienced and seen what the world is like and all of its darkness whether that be his time with the league or his time alone, homeless and starving (honestly looking back at Dabis first introduction he looks so skinny).

[uhhidkkenny]

𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔

𝙳𝚊𝚋𝚒/ 𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚢𝚊 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

✰𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠：𝐷𝑎𝑏𝑖 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑦／𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠，𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦．

✰𝐶𝑊 ：18+ 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑒， 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑏𝑖，𝑛𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑘 𝐴𝑈，𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦，𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑎i𝑗𝑢𝑎𝑛�� 𝑢𝑠𝑒，𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑛／ 𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟，𝑃𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝐷𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘，𝑂𝑟𝑎𝑙 （𝐹 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔) ，𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘，𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑥，𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 18 𝐷𝑎𝑏𝑖 𝑖𝑠 20．

✰𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡：7,854

Torture.

That’s how y/n would describe her High school years for 3 main reasons. 1 being that her parents were very controlling and barely let her experience the “high school” years that everyone hyped up so much. She had to be in all honors classes so that her parents could brag to whoever they felt were “high class”. Her whole upbringing her family made comments about her being too big so she had to make up for it with her smarts. She was always told what, When and where she could study, often forgetting to eat as she got older. 2 was that she wasn’t able to go hang out with anyone because she always had to study. She wasn’t able to have a personal life. The only times she was allowed to leave was for school related things or a part time job that would work with her hours. The only socializing she got to do was with the neighbors.

The Todorokis had moved in about 5 years ago. Y/n’s parents fell in love with the Todorokis and the way they made their children study hard and the way they were strict just like your parents. They were total snobs, just like your parents. So when your family first invited them over for dinner, you finally met reason number 3. Dabi. His real name was Touya but he said you weren’t allowed to call him that. So you never did. He was awful. Being 2 years older you, it made you his target.

For 5 years he picked on you. Nothing super drastic but any time your families got together he would shove you, make fun of you, leave you out, call you names. He often would make comments regarding your waist or thighs, but all you could say was “Dabi stop.” Neither of your families cared enough to stop the bullying. The other children were nice to you though, often picking you up whenever he knocked you down and called you nice names when Dabi made you cry. Dabi would just scoff.

As you got older Dabi would even go so far as to throw rocks at your window during the night to wake you up just to say something stupid and run away. It was like this for a few months until he cracked your window. When your parents saw the damage Dabi didn’t see you for a few weeks. The time he finally got to see you again he was excited. He missed his punching bag idly enough. So when he noticed you were moping around, dark circles around your eyes, he was confused. You were very jumpy. He was old enough to know what was wrong. Dabi didn’t ask questions though. He just started throwing softer things at the window. He even started to actually have conversations with you. Even if they were still to pick on you, he would actually acknowledge you as a person.

Dabi was well aware of how temperamental parents could be. Having his own issues with his family. Being the oldest of 4 he had to be the protector, often taking the blame for the other children’s wrong doings. He would often show up with marks on his arms or legs that were supposed to be covered with his stupid sweaters his parents made him wear. Dabi wasn’t scared of confrontation though. Except for when it came to confronting his feelings. Never knowing how to express his emotions with words, he was often a lone wolf outside of the relationship your families built. That’s why he was more than happy to express his emotions physically with you. He was never too rough with you but having you calling his name or shoving him back and looking at him with those big eyes when he finally spoke to you nicely (on occasion) made him ecstatic.

You still couldn’t stand him though. At this point he was pulling your hair and tripping you. Just to annoy you or get your attention. Only to laugh once you look at him with red cheeks and a scowl on your face. It became a routine for the both of you that didn’t seem like it would find an end.

2 years ago when you were 16 and he turned 18 you finally made up your mind. You fucking hated him. He had matured through the years and you were experiencing crazy hormones. You couldn’t even make yourself look away from him. He went off and got a bunch of tattoos and piercings, wore whatever he wanted, dyed his hair black, and smelled like an ashtray. You were envious. You’ve been counting down the days for when you turn 18. You wanted to feel free of the chains your parents bound you to. But you couldn’t lie, he looked good, and you hated him for it. The both of you were clearly the black sheep of your families.

The dinner your families had after he turned 18 were the worst. He was no longer leaving you out. He bothers you way less, but your lingering eyes are what caused his change in tone. He was still teasing you, but instead of “Look at you. Your so annoying.” It was more like “You can’t even take those big pretty eyes off me.” With the fattest smirk. You hated him but not as much as you hated yourself for actually finding him attractive. Your cheeks were always dusted pink. You always tried on multiple outfits before the Todorokis came over. He was never ugly, his personality was just obnoxious when you guys were younger, but with time he started to grown on you.

He was no longer shoving you either. He was instead placing his hands on your waist to step by you, even though there was plenty of room for him to get by. He would sit too close to you on the couch and throw his arm on the back of the couch behind you. His fingers would gently touch your shoulder and all you could manage to do is blush and “try” to scoot away. He even managed to corner you a few time and get inches from your face just to say stupid shit like “I know you want me,” or “it’s not nice to stare princess.” You couldn’t even control your thoughts when you thought about him. It just added fuel to the fire.

It was like that for another year until Dabi got his own place. You saw him a lot less. He still acted the same towards you. The last time you saw him was 6 months before you turned 18. The only thing you remember from the family dinner that night was your mother saying, “So Touya, I heard you found a special someome.” You don’t even remember his response because after a few minutes of sitting there you excused yourself from the table and didn’t go back down.

Your 18th birthday was a few days ago. You’re almost done with school. You’ve saved up some money with the part time job your parents allowed you to have. Things were going how you liked. The only thing bothering you haven’t seen Dabi since he apparently found a partner. That was 6 months ago. Even though you hated him, you couldn’t help but wonder how he was doing. You thoughts were interrupted by your phone buzzing. Your friend Toga had invited you to a party. You were about to text her back and say no your parents wouldn’t let you, but your 18 now. They can’t stop you.

Walking downstairs from your room, you see your dad in the kitchen. You don’t care for your dad, he’s no one important to you. He’s never home but anytime he is, he is always yelling or drinking when he’s home. You guys don’t have a great relationship but he’s a body in the house that you can ask questions. Slowly approaching while he is looking at his phone you let at a quiet “ hey dad.” He doesn’t even look up to acknowledge your presence. “What do you need y/n.” He already sounds annoyed. “I wanted to let you know that I am going to be going to a friends over night.” He scoffs, “no you’re not.” “I was invited to a friends so I’m gonna go. I’m 18 now.” He drops his phone on the kitchen counter and gets in your face. “You’re not leaving this house. My house my rules.” You feel yourself getting heated from embarrassment and anger. “ I’m not a fucking kid anymore. You can’t just keep me locked in this house.” You feel a sharp sting on your face. And suddenly your looking at the floor. You can’t see anything but red. Just so focused on the ringing in your ears. You feel your feet automatically walking you back upstairs to your room slamming the door with tears streaming down your face.

This wasn’t a common occurrence but it wasn’t a first. You laid on your bed and just cried for what felt like hours and eventually dozed off. When you woke up it was 9pm. Your dad was either drunk and asleep or off somewhere that wasn’t home, while your mother was probably home and in bed already. You went to go to the bathroom to take a rinse off and get ready for the party that was tonight. You didn’t care what your dad said, you would sneak out if you needed to. Maybe they wouldn’t allow you back in if they caught you. Your adrenaline was pumping and nothing was gonna stop you. Not even the possible consequences.

On your way out of the shower, you went back to your bedroom. You picked up your phone to text Toga and let her know you will try to make it. The thought of sneaking out definitely made you anxious but you knew you would do it. It took about 2 hours to get ready. Doing your hair, makeup, and picking out an outfit that didn’t make you look like a nun. You went shopping a while ago with your mom and while you were separated you picked out as many “inappropriate” clothing items as you could and bought them before she had the chance to tell you no. You wore a short black skirt with a white lacy top and some little black platform boots with white thigh highs with little bows. You were all set, the party was only a 10 or 15 minute walk or so, you felt pretty, but now was the hard part. It was a little past 11 pm and you started to pack a small purse with your essentials when you hear a thud on your window. And then another thud. And then another. Walking to your window and looking outside, you see Dabi and all his glory standing in your lawn looking up at you with that stupid smirk.

You just walk away from the window. Not wanting to hear what stupid shit he has to say. Going back to packing your bag you hear the repeated Russ again. You walk to the window and look down to see Dabi with his hands on his chest as if you broke his hearts. You open the windows and whisper yell “what do you want Dabi?” “Ooo you look pretty got a date?” “I will shut this window if you do-“ He rolls his eyes. “I wanted to say Happy late birthday.” “Thanks is that it?” “Well no I wanted to talk to you.” You roll your eyes, “wait here for a few.” He does as you say. He stands there looking at the closed window until it opens again and all he hears is “Catch!” Suddenly your purse is flying down which he thankfully catches, before he watched you climb out of your window and and onto the tiny bit of roof right outside. You look down at him and ask “If I slide down will you catch me?”

His eyes just about bulge out of his head. From the revealing outfit, your makeup, your sudden boldness, he was being thrown through a loop at the sudden change. “Um yea.. come on I got you.” He hold his arms out. You slowly sit on the roof and scoot to the edge and lower yourself down on your elbows until your close enough and feel his grip on your mid thighs. You feel heated with embarrassment as you gasp from at the touch and feel yourself fall forward… on top of him. Slowly you sit up and realize your straddling his waist as he looks up at you, hands rested on the side of your thighs, “You comfy?”

You start to stand up and profusely apologize. There was silence between the 2 of you for a moment before Dabi speaks up. His eyes take a closer look at your face. “You’ve got a little cut under your eye.” He points out.” “It’s nothing!” You say fast trying to not get upset again. “So where were you going so late? You sneaking out?” He laughed. “ Yea actually, or running away. I’m not sure which one yet” you say nonchalant, brushing off anything that could’ve gotten on you from the tiny fall. “Oh! Are uh- are you ok?” He asks looking around. “Like you care. What did you even want to talk about?” You say picking your stuff up as you start walking. “I wanted to see if you wanted to maybe hang out.” You laugh. You laugh like he said the funniest thing in the world. “You wanna hang out it me?” You ask looking back at him. “Well yea. I assumed you would say no but since you’re a free woman now I don’t see why not.” You face heats up realizing that you have the chance to actually socialize with someone, anyone, even boys, or Dabi. “I um - I kinda already made plans to go to a party toni-“ he cuts you off by saying “Let me take you there then. My friends throwing one tonight but I can take you to your lame one first, unless you wanna co-“ “You can drive me.” You say already walking to his car and opening the door to throw your stuff in. He smirks and gets in the drivers side.

Once your both settled in the car he takes off. “It’s gonna be on Tulip street” you say looking at the address Toga had sent you. David is looking through the windshield with one hand on the steering wheel and his other on the gear shift. “Looks like we have the same destination princess.” He laughs. Your eyes shoot him a glare “Very funny” “I’m serious. That’s Hawks address. I get to take you to your first party, I’m honored” he says moving his hand over his heart. You let out a chuckle. He bring his hand down and places it over you knee as you guys get closer to the house. You insides are on fire just like your face but you keep looking out the window. The silence is too loud for your liking. “You know that if you don’t like it or if nay one bothers you to come find me right?” He asks in a quiet but serious tone. “You wanna be my savior now? I’m surprised you haven’t even tried to shove me out into oncoming traffic.” He smiles coyly. “We’re both adults. No reason to be physical. It’s still fun teasing you though.” He says as he pulls up to the house.

The street is filled with cars and people walking up and down them. Dabi pulls the car into a spot that isn’t super far from the house. “Woah.” Anxiety starts to build in your stomach until you feel the grip on your thigh tighten. “Like I said, You have any problem come get me.” You look over to meet his eyes and they are filled with concern and care. Why is he being so nice to you suddenly? Why is he acting like he cares? You smile “I don’t know if I actually trust you but I’ll keep it in mind.” You say getting out of the car.

You and Dabi walk side by side up to the house where Toga meets you outside. Immediately she runs up and hugs you. “I thought you were bullshitting me! Omg it’s so good to see you!”Toga says holding you tightly as your laughing. “I finally got away!” “Dabi why are you following my friend around?” She scowls while pulling away as you start to look back and forth between the 2. “Relax she’s my friend too.” He says with a smirk. “We’re neighbors” you correct him when suddenly someone comes stumbling outside loudly. “Sup bitches! Why is everyone outside?” “Hawks your already wasted just go back inside” Toga says trying to shove the man back in when he notices you. Swiftly he maneuvers around her to come very close and personal with your face. “Hey there pretty lady. Care to come in for a drink?” He says wiggling his eye brows. You laugh a little nervously and catch yourself looking for Dabi who is already by your side. “Hawks, let’s go inside for a moment.” He says with a smile, throwing Hawks arm over his shoulder and walking with him to get inside without falling. “Well let’s go!” Toga says grabbing your hand and pulling you to drag you inside.

The music is loud. The atmosphere seems pretty good. You actually laughing and having fun. Toga offers you a drink but you decline. You guys find your way to a couch with multiple other people sitting around passing a blunt. “Let us join you guys” Toga says already finding a spot big enough for the 2 of you to sit. The blunt keeps going around until it reaches you. “I don’t even know what I’m doing” you laugh. “Let me try and teach you and if that doesn’t work we can shotgun it” Toga says before she guides you through it and you immediately cough your lungs out. “See you did it she chuckles. Passing it to whoever’s next to you. “Wait here I’ll get you some water.” She says leaving her spot to find the kitchen. The coughing dies down but now you feel like your on a cloud. The people in the circle all laughing and you join in. You don’t even know what’s funny but it’s hilarious. It comes back around and you hit it 3 more times.

Your body feels fuzzy. You hear your heart pounding over the music. All the sudden there is a body close to yours. Your red hooded eyes look up and notice a guy sitting next to you. His hair was white. Your brain thought for a second it was Dabi, but Dabi gets his hair forever ago. You blink a few times and realize this guy is really up in your space. “Hey doll, you wanna have some fun?” He asks leaning closer. You lean far back. A little too far that you fall off the couch onto your ass in-front of everyone. Closing your legs since your in a skirt the man stand up in front of you and you try scooting back. “What’s your name girl?” He asks crouching down infront of you. “Y/n” “wow y/n. What a pretty name. My names Shigaraki.” “O-okay” you say trying to scoot away so you can stand. Suddenly he’s straddling your legs as your arms support your upper body weight. Your body feels too weak to fight him off. “What do you want?” You ask looking away trying to see where Toga is. With your foggy brain it takes a moment to register he’s grasped your chin with his thumb and pointer finger. You look up and meet his lustful eyes. “I want you doll.”

Suddenly you feel hands under your shoulders, lifting you up, and knocking Shigaraki on his ass. Once your standing you tune around and see that Dabi is the one who picked you up. He leans down to your ear and says “We’re leaving” you nod as he grabs your hand and pulls you away. You look back and see that Toga was smacking the white haired man around and you start laughing again. The moment the 2 of you make it outside you feel like you can breathe so much easier. Still laughing as you finally make it to the car, Dabi stops lightly pushing you against the passenger side of the car. “What we’re you thinking?” He asks looking genuinely upset. Your still struggling to control your laughter. “I can’t think” you admit. Dabi opens the car door to let you in. You get in the seat and buckle up. As he does the same.

You look out the windows as he starts to drive, the street lights look so pretty. You roll down the window and the wind feels so freeing as it flies across your face. Suddenly your taking your seatbelt off and your sitting up on your knees with your upper body hanging out of the window. You can’t hear anything but the wind. You can’t feel anything but the sheer freedom of doing all the things you never thought you could do. Suddenly you feel a hand tugging at your shirt trying to pull you back in the car. You oblige and get back in your seat. “You’ve lost your mind.” Dabi says frustrated as you let out a chuckle.

The sudden realization hit you that you don’t know where you are. You look over at Dabi with panicked eyes “where are you taking me?” You ask a little to loud for his liking. “Relax, your high as fuck. You can’t sneak back in like that. I’m taking you to my place so you can chill for the night.” He says and your body relaxes. “I’m not stealing you princess. You can go wherever you want once it wears off.” You still blush at the nickname. He’s been calling you that for at least 2 years at this point. It’s supposed to be an insult but you’d be lying to say you’ve never thought about him calling you princess while he takes you from behind. Suddenly the car is slowing down as Dabi pulls up to a garage. His house is huge. Dabi finished college already. You knew he started a business but you didn’t realize it was super successful already.

“Come on let me show you around.” He says already at the car door with his hand out to help you. You take his hand as he walks you up to the front door. The inside is just as beautiful as the outside. You immediately take your shoes off and go jump on the couch. It felt like a cloud and you just start giggling again. Dabi walks off and comes back a few minutes later with a few snacks and some water. “Here. I’m sure you’ll feel better after eating something.” You sit up and he sits next to you on the couch. “Do you live here with your girlfriend?” You ask open up a bag of chips. “Don’t have one.” He says taking off his own shoes. He’s in a hoodie and sweats, But decides to take his hoodie off leaving him in a black wife beater instead.

You can’t keep your eyes off of him. You even scoot closer to look at his tattoos up close. You knew what he had but you were never close enough to appreciate the art. “You had one the last time I saw you.” You say with your eyes roaming his skin as you eat the chips he gave you. He just chuckles. “My dad set me up on a date. We only saw each other one time. She was a total bitch.” He says leaning back on the couch and grabbing the remote to turn on the giant TV in front of the 2 of you.

“You wanna pick princess?” He asks looking over at you. You finished the chips and are now drinking the water he got for you. “I don’t watch tv” you remind him. Every time he used to come over during your family dinners, your bedroom didn’t have a TV. “You wanna watch a movie?” You’ve finished everything he got you at this point and slouch back into the couch. “I thought you wanted to talk to me.” You say reaching for the blanket that sat on the arm of the couch. “I am talking to you.” He said with a smirk. You stick your tongue out at him, much like you used to when you were younger and he would tease you. He does the same but there’s something that catches your eye.

You sit up, kneeling on the couch, and get close to his face. Grabbing his jaw you say “open.” His eyes were wide. You’ve never been this bold towards him. He’s always been the one to make you nervous but now that you’ve got some green courage he feels his cheeks get a little red. One of his hands move to your wrist to grip it, while the other moves over to rest on the back of your thigh.

“What are you doing?” He asks confused. You gasp “Dabi stick your tongue out again.” You say annoyed that he didn’t just listen the first time. He obliged with a chuckle as he opens his mouth and lets his tongue stick out as he says “ahh.” Your eyes beam. His tongues pierced. Your face moves closer to look “did it hurt you ask” eyes observing his tongue as if your doing research. “It did a little bit yea” he says looking up at your eyes.

Your face heats up with embarrassment. You scoot away immediately upon realizing you were maybe 2 inches from his face. “I-I’m sorry I was just curious. I’ve always wanted one.” You admit. Turning your body to face his, while covering yourself with the blanket to sit cross cross applesauce. His looks over to face you “Your too much of a crybaby.” He chuckles. “Nu-uh” you say childishly laying your head against the back of the couch. You don’t think you’ve ever had this much fun in a day ever. You didn’t think you could have a normal conversation with Dabi like this either, but here you were.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You ask genuinely curious. He has never been this nice to you, especially if you were together longer than a few minutes. He just shrugs his shoulders. “I never wanted to be mean to you” he admits. “I just didn’t know how to express my emotions for the longest, but once I learned how I couldn’t help but keep messing with you. I’m sorry.” He says softly. “We’re not so different you know?” You say. “Our families suck, we know the same people, and we both can’t deal with our emotions” you smile. There’s a comfortable silence as Dabi reaches for the remote and put on some cheesy comedy movie.

He disappears for a few minutes and comes back with a blunt. Sitting on the couch he lights it casually and just sits there smoking. You couldn’t keep for eyes off the way he smokes. He was gorgeous. He was doing random tricks that were sending pulses between your legs. The smoke spreading around the room, you get the courage to say “can I have a hit?” He looks over at you, “You sure? I don’t want you to do it just cause I am.” You roll your eyes and hold your hand out. He hands it over and you take a hit slowly. You didn’t start coughing immediately. This weed was different than what was at the party. Your body felt tingly and sensitive. You look up at Dabi with your bed red eyes and ask “how can I smoke like you did?” He tries to explain a few little tricks. You both end up laughing in the process of you struggling. It’s nice to see this side of Dabi for more than 20 seconds. “Toga told me about something called shot gunning. Can you show me how to do that?” You ask handing the blunt back to him.

He quirks an eyebrow at you before he agrees. “So I’m gonna pull smoke into my mouth and you’re gonna get really close and inhale what I blow out ok?” He says. You nod in a agreeance and scoot closer. He puts the blunt to his lips and inhales. He turns his face to yours, places his hand on the back of your head, and leans in. Your lips part as he starts to blow out smoke. You inhale as much as you can until he slowly pulls away. Exhaling, you feel that your heart feels like it’s beating in your throat and your whole body feels hot. Dabi has been impossibly close to you all night, he’s been protective, he’s even been taking care of you. You thoughts are running wild.

Dabi looks over at you. Your eyes are red and hooded, lips parted and glossy from where you must have just licked them over, and you’re panting. He takes another hit and leans in again to shot gun once more. This time he’s even closer. Noses bumping as he blows the smoke into your mouth while you’re inhaling. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He doesn’t pull away this time, instead he waits till your done exhaling to say “I’ve missed you.” Lips still extremely close. Any slight movement and your kissing. “I missed you too” you admit still breathless. “I think about you all the time. Can’t do anything with our thinking about my crybaby.” He says leaning in. Gently pressing his lips against yours. You practically whine into the kiss. Your body feels so sensitive, you’ve wanted Dabi for so long, your lips move along with his. The kiss is slow, like you’re both expressing years of emotions through this kiss.

The kiss is heated but slow. He places his hand on your thigh and you gasp. He takes this as a chance to slide his pierced tongue in. Once his tongue glides along yours you can’t help but moan. Taking both your hands and placing them on his face you open your mouth and stick your tongue out to rub on his directly and he allows you to. Teeth gently come in contact after a few seconds as he takes his large hands to sit you in his lap. Your back pressed to his chest while your legs hang off the couch as he rubs your thighs. “God I’ve wanted to do this for years.” He admits with a firm grasp on your thigh. You gasp. “Why didn’t you then? You knew I would have let you.” You know that he knew he could do whatever he wanted to you and you would have let him. “It was worth the wait.”

The kiss continues as you lean your head back on his shoulder. Dabi’s hands to spread your legs and then using ankles to keep them open. His hand are now on your waist and stomach. His hand on your waist is to keep you in place and the one on your stomach is gently rubbing in and down your torso. You feel you breath picking up. His hand continues to slide higher until he’s right underneath your breasts. He pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva still attaching your mouths, to ask “Can I touch you princess?” You nod. His large hands immediately cup your breasts through your shirt and he start leaving kisses on your shoulder up to your neck and his hands travel down. As he reaches for the hem of your shirt you nod again to signify you want him to. But he doesn’t. You whine and look over at him.

“Tell me what you want.” “I- I want you to touch me please” you say looking at him with that same expression you gave him earlier. “Good girl.” He takes your shirt and bra off in one go and cups your breast again. Coving around a little more this time he starts to play with your nipples. The stimulation is going straight to your core. You legs instinctively twitch and try to shut but his legs are preventing that. You can’t help but moan. You’ve never felt so sensitive. You’ve never even experienced anything like this. Your brain feels extra foggy.

His mouth found its way to suck on your neck, still tweaking one of your nipples, as he slides one hand down to rub your pussy through your panties. “Your socks have been driving me nuts all night.” He says as he gently nips at your neck. You pussy is practically throbbing at this point. You never thought that first person, aside from you, to touch it would be Dabi. Your moans come out in short pants as he continues to rub circles on your pussy through your panties. Your hand is in his hair with a tight grip as your hips twitch in his lap. That’s when you feel his hard cock pressed against your ass.

“Lay on your back for me princess” he says gently pushing you off his lap and standing up. He starts to take his hoodie off as you lay flat on his couch, covering your chest with your hands nervously. Dabi starts to crawl on top of you and notices your nervousness. “Do you want to stop?” He asks gently caressing your face. “N-no I just uh - I don’t know what to do.” You admit with a blush. “I’ll do all the work, you just lay there and look pretty ok? Be sure to let out all those pretty noises too.” He takes one of your nipples into his mouth and your back arched off the couch. He has one arm caging you in and the other has traveled between your legs, pushing your panties to the side to fully cup your pussy. You whine at the contact. You didn’t think someone else’s hand could make you feel this good. He starts by rubbing slow circles on your clit and then adding a finger while switching his mouth back and forth from one nipple to the other. Coming up for occasional kisses he asks “Does that feel good? Your little pussy is so wet for me princess.”

You feel like you’re in heaven. Dabi is absolutely amazing with his fingers. You feel your self getting closer to the edge and your hips start to buck up and meet his fingers. The knot in your stomach is about to snap when he all the sudden stops. Your eyes shoot open to look at Dabi who has the biggest smirk on his face. Your eyes are glossy and red but not just from the high, you were so close it felt euphoric and he just has to ruin it. “Aw look at the crybaby, Daddys still gonna let you cum. I want you to cum from my mouth ok?” He says and you nod. Sniffling and wiping at your eyes a little you look to see Dabi is already between your legs pulling off your skirt and panties, leaving you in just your socks. “If you want me to stop just tell me ok?” He says as he leans in and attaches his lips exactly where you need him. He lightly sucks at your clit while pumping a finger in and out. You stomach starts to feel the heat as the knot builds up again. Dabi can feel you twitching again so he removes his mouth. “Your taking it so well, you wanna cum baby?” He asks pumping his fingers in at a slow but steady pace. You nod looking down to meet his eyes. “Ask nicely and daddy might let you cum” you whine in disapproval but he can feel you clench around his fingers. “Can I cum?” You ask as he gives kitten licks to your clit to keep you on edge. You feel his cold tongue ring rub against your clit and you back immediately arches trying to push your hips closer to his face.

“You can do better than that baby, come on beg for it.” He says as his fingers speed up and he sucks at your clit again. “Ohh-ah oh my god please daddy can I cum? Pleasepleasepl-“ he stated to sucks harder and let out a groan in assumably approval and you cum. You cum all over his face and you don’t even have the chance to feel bad because he hasn’t stopped yet. You moan out chants of daddy as you continue to cum. He’s now licking all over your pussy to get every last drop of arousal. His tongue ring catches your clit every so often and it makes your legs shake.

Your hands have been gripping the couch for so long your knuckles now hurt. You’re out of breath from the over stimulation. Dabi finally come back up to your face to see your fucking out expression. “You did so good for me princess.” He leans in for a kiss. This time it’s rushed but still filled with passion. You can taste yourself on his tongue. He pulls away slowly and spreads your legs a little bit wider. “I wanna feel you cum on my cock. Can you do that for daddy?” You nod.

Dabi stands up and takes the remaining clothes he had on, off. As he takes his boxers off his dick falls out heavy between his legs. He’s so close to your face, so you take your hand and wrap it around his cock. Pumping it a few times, you feel the wet tip and stick your tongue out to taste it. After one lick Dabi places his hands on your shoulders and steps back just to crawl between your legs again. “I’ll let you touch me more next time, but I need to be inside you princess.” He says lining his tip up with your entrance. All you can do is wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist as you wait. His forehead is pressed to your as he finally pushes the head of his cock in your slick folds.

You wince in pain. The full head of his cock stings momentarily. He is covering your face with kisses as a single tear slips from your eye. “S-shit you’re so tight, you’re squeezing me so nice. That’s it, your little pussys taking me so well.” You whine as his hand come to play with you clit while he bottoms out. He’s willing to give you all the time in the world to adjust. You just look so pretty full of his cock. Maybe one day he’ll get to pump you full of his babies but not this time. He wanted this to be all about you.

Your body was on fire, the sensation of Dabis kisses, his cock stretching you, his hand playing with you clit, you already felt close again. “You can move now.” He places a kiss to your lips before he pulls back slightly and pushes back in at a slow pace. He repeated the same movements until he could hear faint moans fall from your lips. He then started to speed up and fuck you a little bit harder. “Fuck you’re so good for me baby. Am I making you feel good?” You moans were nonstop his cocks was hitting you in all the right spots. You felt so full. The knot if your belly was prominent and you could cum again but you wanted to hold out as long as you could. “Ye-yes fuck. Harder.” He couldn’t hold back anymore. You were feeling good because of him. All the whines and moans and whimpers were for him.

Dabi folded you in half like a chair and pounded into you. You were looking up at him with the prettiest fucked out expression he could have imagined. “Look at you pretty girl. Shit. You’re creaming all over this dick. Is that all for daddy? Who makes you feel this way hm?” Your moans turned louder and louder. “Yes daddy! Fuck. all- haa- all for you!” His pounding became for eratic. He was close to cumming. So close, but so were you and he wasn’t gonna let himself cum before you. He sat up, grabbed your ankles and put them by his shoulders. He snaked his hand around your leg and started to rub fast and hard circles on your clit. “Cum for me princess. Did so good for daddy.” You snapped.

His words were so dirty but yet so sweet you couldn’t help yourself. You pussy spasming on his cock. He was fucking you through your orgasm while chasing his own high. “Good girl. Say my name for me. Tell me who’s making you feel this good.” He was so close and you could see in his eyes he was gonna cum soon “you Dabi-“ “No sweetheart, want you to say my real name. Tell me how good I’m fucking you baby.” You whined and he felt you clench around his cock. “Touya you’re fucking me so good. Please cum for me Touya. Wanna make you feel good too.” He came in an instant. He pulled out releasing all over your pussy and stomach. The grown he let out was feral. You wanted to hear it 100 times over on replay. You were both out of breath but you couldn’t bring yourself to move as you look up at Touya who has pink cheeks. “Hang on just a second.” He’s gone for a few but comes back with water, a rag, and some clothes. He cleaned you off. Still slightly twitching from the stimulation. He laughed. He found it cute that you were so sensitive.

After he was done wiping you off he started to put some fresh clothes on. You reached for your skirt and tank top but Touya stopped you, handing you one of his shirts. “You can just use this. I’ll wash your other clothes.” You smile “Thank you Touya.” You say with a smirk and he glares at you. Once you get the shirt on he pulls you into a hug. “I really did miss you. I know I’m an asshole and I should’ve treated you better. I just needed to get you to talk to me somehow” he admits, sliding his face in the crook of your neck. “I missed you too. I was sad when you left.” You both stay in the embrace for a bit longer before Touya lifts you up over his shoulder and smacks you on the ass. “Let’s go to bed.” You yelp at the contact but laugh. Letting him take you to his bed where you guys cuddle and fall asleep after talking for what felt like hours, neither of you fell asleep until the Sun came up.

You woke up to your phone ringing. Your body was sore but when you opened your eyes you realize you not in your bed. The memories instantly come back to you as you sit up. You look at your phone to see your parents have cussed you out and basically disowned you but you could care less about that. Scanning the room you don’t see Touya anywhere. You see you still have on his shirt and your socks. You start walking around the massive house until you find him in the kitchen. He looks over after hearing you shuffle around. He gives you a warm smile. “Good morning princess. You walking ok?” He teases and you laugh. The 2 of you talk for awhile again until the question finally comes up.

“Soo… what are we doing?… like with each other” you ask not really sure how to go about things. “Well we can be whatever you want. If you’re not ready for me or don’t trust me I’ll wait for you. I always have.” You blush at the honesty. “My parents are never gonna let me leave the house again once I go back.” You said sadness welling in your chest at the thought of having to leave Touya to go “home.”

“Well…”

He said with his infamous smirk.

“Who said you had to go back?”

A/N: This came out longer than expected and I know it not really like Dabis actual character but is well🤪 please like and reblog

Do not copy, translate, AI bot, or post my work. Thank you.

[todomitoukei]

what do you think the line how sad shoto todoroki meant anything

To Touya, there is an unspoken competition between the two - the masterpiece and the failure. Unspoken because one, Shouto never cared about being the masterpiece or getting their father's attention, two they didn't interact with each other before this, and three because Shouto at that point doesn't even know Touya is alive.

The whole point of Dabi's existence is his desire for his dad's attention, something he knows will only happen if he becomes the masterpiece; in other words beats Shouto, which leads to his original plan of wanting to kill Shouto since that would mean the spot for masterpiece was open again, while simultaneously proving that Touya wasn't a failure, as a true masterpiece shouldn't be able to be defeated (especially not by a failure).

The summer camp is essentially the first round of this unspoken competition - both of them racing to the marble. Touya is, even if only by a split second, faster and thus wins this first round.

"How sad" because Touya winning has two meanings. One, he was right in that he can go up against Shouto, and two, the masterpiece lost against the failure - again, a true masterpiece shouldn't fail against the failure.

All that is to say that Touya getting the marble proved to him that he stands a chance in succeeding with his original plan (killing Shouto) and he's suggesting this win means that Shouto isn't enough of a masterpiece to win.

Bottom line, and this is the real answer: in true sibling fashion, Touya was told he can't physically harm his sibling, so he insults him instead by hitting him with a "suck it, loser!" instead.

[shiraishi--kanade]

Point A: Taiga never actually wanted to stop VBS from pursuing Rad Weekend.

Point B: Taiga massively lost the idgaf war with himself with that one.

I promised I would not be LUtF posting but it seems I'll end up LUtF posting anyway. Oh well, here's a short-ish one

Taiga is one fascinating fucker of a character, but I feel what most people get wrong about him is that he never actually went into LUtF with genuine malice.

Most importantly, Taiga is a character who vastly prefers to speak with his actions rather than words; this is somewhat canon and is referenced in On Your Feet!:

With that in mind, you have to consider the things Taiga did for VBS (+ team) prior to LUtF. And it's actually... More than anyone else aside from maybe Ken.

1. Probably the most important one, letting them see COL venue (Legend Still Vivid)

This is both a precious memory for Akito and An and an important experience for Touya and Kohane, who have not been there before. He does this entirely on a whim by Kohane's request, but it's important to see that he is genuinely touched by Kohane's resolve, as well.

(It's heaving implied that literally the only people who would be able to give VBS that opportunity would be Taiga and Ken, but Ken was at that point still massively hitting the brakes on how much he wanted to involve himself into the mess that would later become LUtF - although we can see him starting to crack, as well)

2. Giving actual, genuinely good advice to Kohane that pointed VBS in the direction of "you need to connect with people of the town to be able to surpass RW" (Kick it up a notch)

Taiga and Kohane's mentorship relationship were genuine to some degree; even before that, in Awakening Beat, Taiga also gives Kohane the advice she needed.

Bonus point: he also gave this same advice to Arata, a kid he barely knows (Power of Unity)

This is genuine and valid advice; you can see how it ties into Nagi's story and how RW came to be. Why would Taiga be giving out free tips if he was opposed to anyone trying to surpass RW? Let's mark that down for later.

3. Helping out Akito as well (Fina a Way Out). Whether is intentional or not is up for debate, but it's important that it took Taiga to talk to Akito for him to finally find inner peace.

While he's at it, Taiga gives almost the same, if not more, amount of support to VBS. So why?

Because of VBS' third event, RISE. it's a pivotal moment for their story, and it changed a lot of things... But most notably, it showed Taiga that they are serious.

Keep in mind that Taiga never entertained Nagi's idea to pass their dream on to the next generation in the first place. It was something Nagi wanted, and what Ken wanted to see through, but not Taiga (Light up the Fire, Episode 7)

Taiga: (...Nagi. This isn't for you.)

Shortly after:

Taiga: after everything, no matter what you say to me, my resolve won't change.

Taiga: no matter what, I will make our music the best in the world.

Taiga: this if for nobody's sake - I'm doing this for myself.

Through the event, Taiga is strongly against the idea of giving up on their dream - on his dream. While he doesn't appear to harbor any grudge towards Ken in particular, he is very unhappy - and is downright cynical - about the idea of someone following in their footsteps.

So for the most of his presence in the story, what he does is just entertain the idea of VBS actually getting on that level. He's tentatively curious, but he's not exactly emotionally invested in it. He's taking a "wait and see" approach towards VBS as a team, nudging them on, but without any particular serious intend behind his actions - he doesn't believe they're strong or willful enough.

And hoo boy he waited and saw.

After the absolute hell VBS brought up at Crawl Green and most of the audience seeing Nagi in Kohane (basically confirming his suspicions), Taiga realised that oh shit, those kids are actually doing it... Which meant it was about for him to show them what they're actually getting into.

(please refer to the first picture again. I'm working with limitations here)

This isn't an attempt to kick them down as much to give them a reality check. Remember, for the entirety of their 3-4 rotations, VBS have been pacing in circles trying to figure out why they host an even after an event and basically achieve nothing. Moving forward, yes, but they still don't understand why the RW was the way it was, and Taiga wands to give them the answer, because they would never progress themselves without it.

Which is: a) Nagi's story 2) the skill difference between VBS and Radder. Caucasian Destination aside. Please suspend your disbelief for a moment. This is a shounen anime about rap. Still with me? Okay, moving on.

But why a battle?

Well, aside from him being a calloused old bastard who also likes to scratch his ego, because he knows that the harder VBS lose, the higher they rise.

Don't get me wrong, he's downright cruel to Kotarou and antagonistic towards the rest of them and talks a lot of shit, but all of it is to make VBS hit the ground harder and test their resolve.

Because losing and then getting back on top is how VBS thrive - their frustration from losing is what drives them to work harder. This is part of Vivid Street's battle culture, as well; they kind of weed out the "weak", depending on how the loser react, and good sportsmanship is encouraged - so trying to "get back at ya" after losing is entirely normal and a part of the culture Taiga and VBS both were practically raised in.

He's seen the way Akito behaved after battling Shephard, and he knows An well enough to know she's an extremely sore loser and will always push herself to work even harder. It's not hard for him to deduce the rest of the team will react similarly. He simply sees them losing, and losing in that way, as a necessity for them to realise their limits and find strength to move forward. And they do.

( ^ On your feet. Make no mistake, this is An's "I'm being a little shit right now" face. The "I'm about to rub your fur entirely the wrong way and enjoy it" expression if you will).

The entire 3rd episode was an - callous and assholey, yes - attempt by Taiga to rile VBS up enough so that they want to challenge him again, now with the whe context behind the story and what will it take of them. It was never, at least, not intentionally, attempt to stop them - Taiga is putting his whole trust in VBS as the only ones he respects enough to actually show the them the wall they're claiming to challenge, and he fully believes that when he does, they'll just come back stronger for it.

Which is why, as they call him out and threaten to go beyond his dream, to be even better than he is, he is smiling.

[badcaninecemetery]

(considering a mathematics minor, and i then wondered what my boys would do for majors/minors — feel free to reshare this post and respond and tell me what you think your f/os would do for majors/minors!!)

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i think touya would definitely excel at a mathematical major. perhaps a more applied math because he's very talented and can easily calculate and predict (i'm thinking of how he's able to watch moves and emulate them without practice basically). he's kind of funny with it. he'll never study, just disappears into the shadows and rolls up on exam day to somehow make a 100 on it. plus, i feel like it'd make him feel great to start spitting statistics to someone and their eyes widen because he doesn't look like a math type of guy. he'd also potentially enjoy the probability aspect the most. he stares someone down and starts discussing theoretical probability—the number of favorable outcomes E / number of possible outcome S or n(E) / n(S) before he then moves on to conditional probability and expected value (the person he's talking to is evaporating).

for his minor, i'm thinking maybe something that has nothing to do with math. perhaps some legal system stuff, something that works with juvenile justice. i think it would be cathartic for him, but not something he could dedicate himself to because it can get heavy at times.

overhaul would take on the strain of doing a double major. he'd do chemistry (particularly some sort of biochemistry track) and biology (perhaps a biomedical sciences track). the two work so well together and i think he'd be very "hands-on" with things like this (thinking of the context of canon too). i can see him taking notes late into night, illuminated only by the orange glow of a library desk lamp (as opposed to touya leaning back and kicking his feet up on the desk right next to him). or him in class attempting to work in a group, but the group and him concoct some of the worst things to exist (in chemistry) or it's his luck that the equipment fails (him staring down blankly as the spectrophotometer reads a negative three hundred somehow before it reads point four with the same sample).

if he could handle a minor or be allowed to, i imagine he'd do something with business. it's more of a smaller thing, but something useful for him if he wants to do anything with his chemistry / biology degree (s).

[perpetual-enjine]

I’m also surprised at the whole thing with Endeavor’s career being “over” and him “taking the fall for Dabi” or whatever.

Guys.

THE MAN HAS KILLED ALL FOR ONE.

He lost his dominant arm to defeat the nation’s worst villain. He’s a war veteran who saved the country. “Dabi” is old news - it’s been a while since the reveal, and the whole time, as soon as he got out of the hospital, Endeavor has been fighting. Logically, he should be at the peak of his clout! He did something even All Might was not able to do. There is no way in hell, after removing the biggest stressor in every person’s life, he would still be dragged by most people for his past behavior. Especially given that he never denied his wrongdoings and has shown remorse. To a regular person, the very sight of Endeavor should bring relief, just like the sight of All Might used to. You know the man will sacrifice a limb to save you and risk his life - because he’s done that before.

Additionally, after All for One confessed to taking Touya and messing with his body, it should be clear that he had his hand in the making of Dabi. Endeavor didn’t make his (adult) son “kill 30 innocent people” any more than Shigaraki’s dad made him ruin cities and decay heroes.

Last but not least, Endeavor is a big-time dilf.

Yes, it sounds super unserious, but think about real-life media, the public, and fame. He’s a tall, good-looking, physically fit man with a sexy job, unusual hair color and rare eye color who wears a skintight outfit and has a powerful, impressive-looking quirk. When a famous person is attractive, they get away with shit a lot more easily.

Look at real-life MHA fans: who’s simping for ReDestro? No one. Now who’s simping for Dabi? Everyone.

This really isn’t reflected well in the manga or anime, Endeavor is depicted like some scary guy people avoid, but if you look at how real people behave, that’s not realistic. There would be simps galore, apologists, fans chasing him asking for stupid shit like “please yell at me,” “I want to have your babies,” or “please set me on fire,” people flashing him their boobs, people selling and buying Endeavor body pillows, accounts with pictures of his ass, etc. All this shit would only get more intense after the defeat of AFO and would contribute to Endeavor’s public approval score.

So no, I don’t think there’s a big scandal or that it makes sense for him to retire for something other than health or personal convictions.