#But how he treated toga and Shigaraki was even worse
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gemgdynamight0 · 26 days ago
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As someone who can recognize it quickly when ppl are trying to gaslight, the epilogue and specially bonus is on high level of gaslighting if you know what I mean lmaoooo
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willows-writings · 3 months ago
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heya!! Hope you're doing alright!! was wondering since your requests are open and I saw you wrote for the LOV from MHA if you would write some headcanons for Himiko Toga x GN reader?
specifically where reader is patching Himiko up after she got into a nasty fight with some heros and or the vise versa? ^^’ please and thank you. And and fluff would be preferred
No pressure to write for this at all but regardless, I hope you have an amazing day/night ^^
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a/n: you're so sweet and I love this rq and I love Toga so this is perfect! I'm going to make reader a member of the LOV for this but feel free to ignore that if you wish!
cw: blood and injuries (nothing major!)
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The entire League have just gotten back to the base after a nasty run in with some Pro-heros.
The funny part was you weren't even looking for trouble this time, after receiving too many complaints from the rest of the group Mr Compress had insisted the whole league must come grocery shopping with him next time to ensure everything was bought.
Of course this happened to be the same grocery store Snipe shopped at and once he saw through your groups flimsy disguises he called for backup
After a quick fight where the league mainly focused on getting the hell out of there you all collapsed back at the base
Quickly growing tired of Shigaraki's angry ranting you dragged Toga into your shared room for some peace
Toga was still on a high from the fight and as you sat on the bed listening to her ranting you noticed a stain on the side of her sweater
"Himiko wait" you stood up a grabbed her arm "This is blood"
She pauses "Ooooo it is! How pretty!!"
"It is someone elses or yours?"
"Hmmm lets see" she pulls up the edge of her sweater to reveal a shallow gun shot wound, but it still bled heavily
You gasp, you had expected something but it was a bit worse than expected
"This must be from Snipe. The bullet didn't hit you but it definitely grazed you badly, come on I'll help treat this in the bathroom."
"y/nnnnn can't we just let it go? The color is so pretty..."
Once you have her in the bathroom sitting without her sweater you clean the blood away carefully with a first aid kit
Toga hums and continues to talk about the fight happily till you touch the wound with disinfectant
She lets out a hiss as the disinfectant touchs the injury "This is the not fun part of getting hurt"
"Yes but the most necessary" you reply as you finish cleaning and bandaging her cut
Taking a step back to make sure you bandaged it right you notice other small cuts and forming bruises across her body.
"I have to clean all of these too Himiko" you sigh as you move the disinfectant towards her
"How come cuts that bleed less hurt more" she pouts as you clean
After cleaning the cuts on her body you move to tend to the ones on her face but she squirms and complains
"Himiko please just hold still for two minutes, I know it hurts I swear I'll make it up to you."
Like it's the magic words she stops moving but you still gently take her face in one hand so you can direct her
Once done you pat her cheek "All done!" you turn to put away the medical supplies
"Waittt you said you'd make it up to me!" she drapes herself over your shoulders as you put away the first aid kit
"Suppose I did" you say as you turn and plant a kiss on the scrape on her cheek
"Come one you can't just kiss one and call it quits. To properly make up for the tedious suffering you put me through you must give a kiss to all my new accessories!"
"Brush your teeth first, then we'll talk"
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I'm so sorry this turned into a long drabble instead, but please let me know if you liked it!! Also I totally projected my hate of disinfecting cuts onto this sorry.
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rabbitsonthemoon · 5 months ago
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MHA fic plot bunny (eraserdust-ish??? but not really???)
remember when I said I didn't /think/ I'd put any mature content on this blog? hahaha. same vibes as me thinking I'd 'just' write 20k words of a story. I mean, does it count if they don't actually do anything smutty? just that the subject is mature and has sexual themes??? Anyway I'll put it below the cut just in case, advert your eyes if it's not your cuppa.
tw: sex pollen (but not in the way you think), dubcon (in the sense that this Would Not Be Happening At All if not for the sex pollen), sexual themes, fear of noncon (due to misunderstandings), kidnapping, no smut, no romance, no feelings, kind of fuck or die but not really, Tomura is asexual in this one.
got bitten on the ankle by a plot bunny. mature rated MHA fic, partly crack treated seriously, about Shigaraki getting hit with a sex pollen-esque quirk in an attempt to weaken the LOV, except it does take asexuality into account so instead of being overwhelmed by lust and falling apart he's just. so fucking annoyed. so miserable. so done. his cock is not allowed to take that tone with him. the only relief that works for him is physical contact. cuddling and touching. except he doesn't want to touch anyone because of his quirk. he doesn't want to risk dusting one of his party members and the list of people allowed in his personal space is very. sad.
this is after Kurogiri got yoinked and before they found gigantomachia (canon who?), which might help explain why there were only one brain cell left in the LOV. They want to help Tomura, of course. He's miserable and the quirk lasts as long as a common cold if it's left to its own devices. They're also broke as hell. They really wish Kurogiri was there. He would know what to do. As far as a sabotage plot goes, quirking up Shigaraki to weaken the league is unfortunately working, just not in the intented way. he's miserable and it's everyone's problem. the itching is worse than ever and there's only so many spare shirts they're willing to rip up for bandages. point is, they're getting desperate.
and never underestimate the desperation of idiots.
they turn from looking at villains to looking at heroes. obviously it has to be an adult. which removes a hilariously sad amount of people from the pool because most of their heroic beef has been with a class of teenagers.
hey, how about their teacher? the one who erases quirks? tomura is still in absolute misery and completely misses the Signs That Something Is Amiss when he gets asked for his opinion on Eraserhead (he's still cool, wish he was a recruitable party member, his quirk would be useful).
fortunately for them, there's a feral cat hanging around their latest hideout that the whole league has been feeding, like the most poorly-kept secret. the cat is plump and trusting. heroes do things like rescue innocent animals, right?
perfect pro hero bait.
(the amount of heroes who would actually fall for this is a statistical error. Aizawa Shouta, who follows stray cats during his time off, is an anomaly and should not be counted)
cool. pro hero successfully captured. they have until he doesn't show up for his next class before the entire wrath of Yuuei and most of the underground heroics network comes down on their heads. Compress caught him in a marble. Cat was a paid actor and compensated with tuna. Cat is fatter and happier. unfortunately they have to. you know. let him out. It's a bit like trying to prepare and hype up the team to release a pissed-off lion.
cannot emphasise enough what a Terrible No Good Day this is for Aizawa. His evening plans consisted of changing into the comfiest pink sweatpants he has, finishing some grading, and falling asleep on top of the papers. This was not what he signed up for when he followed a weird little girl (disguised Toga) into an alleyway because he heard a cat and was told it needed rescuing. Now he's surrounded by the villains who attacked Class 1-A.
For the LOV, trying to explain themselves while trying to avoid getting their throats ripped out by a underground pro hero with a grudge is a WHOLE different kind of problem. they are. a lot more scared of him than he realizes. and that was before he pulled out the big knife!
In the League's defense, it never crossed their minds that getting into a four-way brawl with Eraser (Toga took a long hike with the cat) while explaining that they kidnapped him because Shigaraki's been hit with a sex pollen quirk and they ran out of options really wasn't A+ communication.
Shigaraki gets drawn to the fuss (read: they're being so fucking noisy while he's trying to sleep through the quirk) and it sure is a moment. misunderstanding cleared very fast, but Dabi is not getting those torn staples back, Twice is very grateful that his mask protected his eyes, and Spinner is Googling if mutant quirk-types can get rabies.
Eraser is suspicious as hell of the whole thing, but the ordeal sounds so stupid that he kind of believes it on principle. he's very glad that the cat is fine. the cat honestly wins more trust than any reassurance that he isn't under any obligation to stay, they just need help and couldn't think of any better way to make him hear them out than kidnapping him. still not allowed to know where he is, though, because it's a nice hideout. (Shigaraki has never come closer to dusting his own teammates.).
Because he's terrifyingly logical and efficient, Eraser is actually hearing them out + he's an absolute demon to bargain with. They get their human hot water bottle that doesn't mind being the recipient of a quirked-up Tomura's clinginess, he gets a free nap and valuable intel about the LOV's future plans and members. Probably nothing the police wouldn't have found eventually, but very neatly packaged instead of taking months to piece together. Sexual intimacy is off the table. He'll Erase Tomura's quirk if he feels threatened. The eye drops stay close by. Either of them can back out at any time. Eraser keeps his mouth shut for privacy's sake. They owe him a bottle of whiskey for the inconvenience and a fucking week of going radio silent on villain work. He wants regular updates on the cat. They keep their end of the bargain, he'll keep his.
Shigaraki would die from embarrassment if he didn't already feel like he was dying from touch starvation. Good thing Eraser is very warm and pliable (caterpillar man), and has seen far too much to be fazed by this. probably knows a thing or two about ways to alleviate the suffering caused by the quirk, like heaping on any pillows and blankets from around the hideout. It's still awkward, of course. Sleepover from hell for both of them basically. There's an inherent sort of trust you need for this that is. not fucking there. but Eraser is trustworthy. even when Tomura's body is reacting with arousal dialed up to eleven, much to his dismay. It's like a sick day. But kinky. Except communication and understanding skips the kinky. Probably the most healthy interaction he's had. (yikes).
ofccourse you can't be cuddling the enemy through a sex pollen buzz without some kind of angst! Tomura isn't going to lie around all day, and his new Erasure hero blanket is portable. You bet he's still being a restless, scratchy bastard, playing his video games, trying to pretend the league isn't hovering like flies. And sure, Eraser's job here is just to laze around for Shigaraki to cling onto, but his trauma??? adoptable??? senses are tingling. Tomura says the most fucked up little things, nestled in those long rants about enemy hitboxes and the plague of heroic society and That Ending Was Bullshit, Actually.
The LOV are running out of nails to bite. doesn't help that Eraser is observant as hell and clocking them whether they like it or not. Kidnapping a pro hero with the keenest fucking sight was A Mistake, Actually, but by now Tomura is satisfied with the arrangement and it's too late for regrets. Eraser's phone might ring, might be Mic because he had a weird feeling today was a prime day for his friend to get kidnapped by villains while looking for a cat under suspicious circumstances, or something. well. his gut wasn't wrong, but Eraser's got it handled, and he wins more trust tokens by rolling a nat 20 on deception, all good here, see you tomorrow, grab me a coffee.
I think in the end the real winner here is the cat. Nothing but a good time for that spoiled little bastard. If Eraser accidentally slightly tames the LOV like a pack of feral cats by proxy, that's entirely covered by their NDA. The quirk breaks by the next day. It's a struggle to get Eraser to leave, because he's having a very comfortable sleep for once + staying in the captivity of the LOV is marginally nicer than being the homeroom teacher of the hell class. Perils of opening your secret villain hideout to the prince of sleep.
They tempt him out with the cat.
I'm gonna write this one into a full fic. ❤️ I'm craving sweets that the bakery (Ao3) does not have!!! I'll make my own then. >:3
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satancopilotsmytardis · 1 year ago
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If you're still doing the prompt asks, "heated kisses becoming soft" with any of the members of ShigaDabiHawks (all three or just two of them) could be interesting. I'd be curious on your take for it, and you write them so, so well.
Prompt: Heated kisses becoming soft
Mature- Sexual themes, Graphic Descriptions of Violence
Deciding to sleep with Duster the first time was just because he was bored, a little drunk, and to be perfectly honest, he'd expected the other man to be completely inexperienced and have something to lord over him in the aftermath. And then it turned out Shigaraki was hiding a monster in his fucking skinny jeans and was more than experienced enough to blow his back out. Which. Not what he'd been expecting but definitely not a bad surprise. He was absolutely not complaining. And Shigaraki hadn't complained the next time he got bored and propositioned him either, or the time after that, or after that, or after that. It just became something rather expected. When there was downtime, when they'd finished a job, after a fight, Dabi would end up in his bed and be gone once he could feel his legs again. Shigaraki never complained, never turned him down, and didn't treat him any differently afterwards. Dabi literally couldn't ask for a better hookup. 
So of course after a hell of a fucking job, he ends up in Shigaraki's bed again. Mouths meeting roughly, and Shig's hands bruising and just barely this side of deadly as they wrapped around his hips. Terrible job. Everything that could have gone wrong did. Dabi distracts himself by tangling his hands in Duster's hair and biting hard at his lower lip. Wants him to be rough with him today, to put bruises all over him and pull hard enough to make his seams bleed. Security systems in place their research hadn't prepared them for, heroes in the area who weren't supposed to be there, and the goods they were supposed to be taking were only there in half the quantity they'd expected. If it hadn't been for Kurogiri being waiting for extraction they would have fucking gotten arrested or worse. Duster sighs against his mouth softly and Dabi tries not to bristle. Never heard him make that sound before. Can't get over the sound Spinner's arm had made when it had broken as he got thrown practically through a building by one of the heroes. They all went a little feral. Compress and Twice had rushed to help get him out, and he, Toga, and Duster had made sure that those heroes wouldn't even have a chance to regret laying a hand on one of theirs. Dabi wraps his hands around Shigaraki's wrists and he gets the memo, pulling them away and from his skin so that Dabi can move without getting maimed. Shifts until he's straddling the other's lap, shifts his hands to his thick wavy hair. Tries to kiss him hard enough that he's not thinking about how the seams around his wrists are aching or how he can still smell smoke and blood in his nose. Duster's hands settle back around his hips, but they are light, not frantic and full of heat like they normally are when they're in bed together.
After another minute Dabi pulls back, "Okay what the fuck is going on?"
"Nothing, come on," And Shig tries to pull him back in, but Dabi leans further away. 
"No, if nothing was wrong you would have already broken skin because you're secretly also a vampire," He snaps, knows something is really, really wrong because Shigaraki sighs again. Because he's not looking at him like he wants to devour him, not like he's annoyed and going to teach him a lesson. Looks tired and frustrated and Dabi hesitates. Doesn't really talk to Duster in bed, only talks to him for work stuff out of it. "If you're not in the mood I can go," May be villains, but Dabi doesn't usually consider himself a monster. The hands on his hips tighten for a split second. 
Duster leans in again, slowly, but Dabi doesn't pull away this time. Lets him press their lips together. Shigaraki doesn't immediately deepen it, doesn't bite so hard that the seam through his lip reopens, doesn't lick into his mouth until he's breathless. It's just a firm, chaste press of their lips together before he pulls away with another soft sigh. "Want you, firefly, always want you," Dabi stiffens slightly. Gotten used to all of the little pet names that Shig uses in bed for him. But he's not used to him sounding so... genuine. "But I don't want to hurt you today, baby. Done enough violence today." And Dabi really, really doesn't know what to do with that. Has never heard Shigaraki's voice so soft. Remembers his hand locked around one of the hero's throats. Had to pull back before Decay could shatter her. Her neck had crumbled but it hadn't spread far enough and she had started to drown in her own blood, her eyes fear bright and in agony. First time he'd ever seen Shigaraki have to pull back before someone was completely dust and he would be lying if he said that seeing that hadn't been kind of horrifying. Not that he's one to talk what with how the other hero had screamed when he'd burned. 
Usually prefers things rough, but he'd rather have something to take his mind off what a shit day it had been than end up alone and sulking in his room, so, "...'s fine, Duster, don't have to pull me apart tonight." 
Didn't realize just how tense the other man was until it falls away. Dabi might have taken all of that tension for himself though because he's never had Duster's hand wrap lightly around the back of his neck, draw him in slowly and carefully. Lips soft against his again, soft and careful even when his tongue slips inside. Gentle. Never had someone kiss him gently. Kisses him like he's something precious and fragile, something that he doesn't want to break, something worth giving special attention to. Kisses him like he actually likes him and isn't just convenient. He doesn't... he doesn't know how to do this. Never had someone in bed who didn't want to push at least a little. Never had to try and make all of his rough edges soft before. There's a thready, fluttery nervousness that stirs to life under his skin as Shigaraki kisses him so sweetly. His hands are light on him too, the one around his neck shifts to stroke lightly over the staples across his cheek, the other running up his side, feather-light and pushing up the hem of his shirt as it goes. Touches him like he's trying to remind himself that he doesn't just have to kill when he puts hands on someone else. Another soft sigh against his lips and when they part for breath Dabi can't catch his. Because Duster's eyes are hot, finally, but they are half-lidded and somehow there's some of that gentleness that he can't make sense of in his blood red. Dabi wonders what Shigaraki sees in his. 
He doesn't know what to do, how to feel. But Duster has never had a problem taking the lead. First time he's followed without a fuss as the other man presses kindness into his skin like bruises. 
Thank you so much for your submission!
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itsnothingofinterest · 2 years ago
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Ya know rereading the last few chapters I'm not sure what is or isn't supposed to be a step back or failure for the heroes. Like I'm reading all these posts that the heroes are mucking up and it's gonna bite em. Like the shinsou thing it feels like the manga is presenting this as a strictly positive thing it doesn't feel like oh no shinsou what have you done, it feels more like cheers love the cavalries here. The most I can see being a flub up is Machia going back under afo control and Goomba stomping the side and background characters here. And even that doesn't feel like shinsou messing up for using his quirk this way but in getting the tables turned on him by afo.
Yeah but this series' direction treats every action taken by the heroes as a big heroic moment, and every action by the villains the opposite. Like, it was thanks to Spinner, Kurogiri, and Toga's Parade that Shigaraki was finally freed from AFO; something all sides of the isle generally consider a good thing. Yet Kurogiri's awakening, Toga's transformation, and even Shigaraki regaining control were presented as these "oh no's you guys" moments. It's a hero pov arc, that's just how it is.
But anyway the point with Shinsou isn't that it's bad because he brought Machia to AFO. (Well it is a bit, but only in a 'this could go so wrong' kinda way.) Frankly if his doing that is supposed to be a good thing, that's actually worse. Shinsou bringing Machia here is mainly another sign of how Deku's generation is not gonna be any better than the current-gen heroes and are not ready to succeed them. Because a group okay with that is also gonna be okay with rebuilding Tartarus or keeping up with the HPSC's assassinations; a very unpromising quality in the next generation.
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missmartian101 · 5 months ago
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— NGL, this guy be stink eyeing you the whole time when Giran's introducing to everyone on how you're the new caretaker and what your quirk is and stuff (you've got a healing quirk by the way, I can't think of a good description for it but you can just heal people better) — And god, things got even more unknowingly bitter between the two of you when Shigaraki actually agrees to let you in the League. — He was literally all for sending you flying away on a mission and making it look like it was an accident. — he quickly abandoned that plan after finding out from Shigaraki that you wouldn't be going on missions with the League — Okay let's move on, I don't want you guys to hate me for writing him like this– — So, Dabi when you first joined was... well– Dabi.
— He would be super cold and harsh to you and he'd just jump at any open opportunity to mock or degrade you. — Worse if you're a woman cuz he's probably gonna make a lot of misogynistic jokes– (sorry ladies, I feel you too) — You got hurt? He's gonna laugh right at your face. — Something's too high for you? He's just gonna place on a higher shelf. — He'd even hide your first aid stuff so you'd have to run around wasting your time looking for them.
— Yes, he's not gonna go easy on you. — Also, he would do anything to hide his wounds from everyone so he didn't have to get sent to you. — This guy is a pyromanic villain, he ain't gonna go to a stupid caretaker over some bleeding, very deep, probably gonna get his life killed if he doesn't get it healed gash — Unfortunately, Shigaraki found out and dragged his burned ass over to your room to get him patched up. (not like he isn't already–) — Alright, my bad, let's continue–
— Of course he put up that tough guy act in front of you and was all like whatever and stuff. — He's literally scoffing the whole time you're rummaging through your drawers for first aid materials.
— "Don't waste your time trying to be useful, I can do it on my own." — "Yeah well, I wouldn't let you die even if my life depended on it Dabi." — He froze at your words, feeling his whole body go tense. Suddenly, he felt his vulnerability exposing and scoffed, masking it. — "What are you on about weirdo?" — "It means, enemy or not, I wouldn't let you be hurt and not care for you. I don't stoop that low. Even for you." — He paused at your words, feeling your tender hands lifting his shirt up and cleaning his bloody wound.
— The world seemed to have stopped in his eyes, solely focusing all his attention on you. — A twisting feeling took over his body. Felt like, confusion and... comfort? — He then scoffed and rolled his eyes. — "Whatever Crazy." — But since then, he's considerably lowered his harshness. — What can I say? He's a simple man.
— Following that day, he hadn't made one mocking remark on you. None. Of course the whole League what shocked like "wtf?" — He even started making small talks with you every now and then. Which left the League even more "wtf?!!??" — Toga and Twice are secretly planning a matchmaking plan for the both of you, enemies to lovers troop. — Moving on. — I feel Dabi after he's gotten a bit comfortable with you would be... well– again Dabi. — Okay well, Dabi but a tad bit softer. He'd help you with minor jobs or talk to you a little more and stuff like that.
— He let's you treat to his wounds, even his minor ones cuz now he just likes seeing you. — Also convinced Shigaraki to let you go with him on missions in case anything were to happen and he needed immediate medical attention. — I know, the boy just flipped the switch. Dabi hasn't got much love or care from his father as a kid so seeing you be so tender to him makes him feel stuff he's never felt. — Sometimes, he'd even get sick on purpose just to be hauled to your room so he can lay on your bed and dwell in your pretty scent from your pillowcase while you're fussing over him– — It happens sometimes though, don't get too excited. — What? You actually thought he was gonna realize he had a crush on you? We're still on the prologue, he doesn't start accepting his feelings until chapter 2 or 3.
— But maybe, he might get used to calling you his teammate (no he will not call you his friend either, he's not there to make friends people and besides, you'll need to wait for that till the next chapter) — He also always keeps an extra cigarette for you for whenever you're tired at the end of the day and go to the roof with him for a smoke. — Prolly blows smoke in your face whenever you are trying to complain to him about what went wrong during the day. — Yes, people, Dabi's still gonna me a dickhead to you. — You both try flicking your cigarettes at other people's head after you're done with them. — Missing the target is obviously a 0. Head shot is 50 points, face shot is 45 points, torso shot is 20 points, legs or anywhere below is 10 points and if you miss your shot and hit another person, it's 60. — And if the person ends up howling in pain, congratulations, you've just earned yourself a free treat. — Yes, of course he likes playing these morbid games with you. — And yes, of course he's gonna distract you during your turn just so he can get more points than you. — All in all, you may have had a rough track at the starting, but things are starting to get a little less rocky now.
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sparrowhero · 2 years ago
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could u do a hawks, dabi, and shigaraki x weird! reader hcs? like reader sometimes says the most out of pocket shit and they have a interesting background already involved in crime b4 they met them?
oh this is right up my alley. alright, here we go!
Weird!Reader HCs-- Hawks, Shigaraki, Dabi under cut
Hawks
Depending on the severity and legality of said weird shit, he either thinks it's funny or is a little bit concerned. It's usually the former, but if you're a rehabilitated (or at least, trying to rehabilitate yourself), he's going to be the angel on your shoulder saying "Maybe we shouldn't light that guy's house on fire, babe. Even if nobody could prove it"
If it's more mundane out of pocket shit, like "I used to eat bugs out of the dirt and pretend I was Timon and Pumba from Lion King", he's more likely to be like "Word, I used to pretend I was Simba." While he's also a very naturally serious guy in his work, being able to be genuinely carefree and silly helps relax him.
He's so used to being able to read people and calculate their reactions and intentions, so not being able to predict whatever the fuck may come out of your mouth next is a real treat for him. Keeps things fresh and exciting in a world where so many things can bore him. He's also just kind of a hype man for his significant other anyways so he's just as much the type to be like "Ain't that cute?" whenever you say something that most other people would kind of raise their eyebrow about.
It would be hypocritical of him to judge you for your past, but he really won't tolerate that shit now. He secretly finds it a little hot that you used to be 'bad' but the less he knows about the serious things you may or may not have done, the better. He cannot defend you if they find a body in your apartment, sweetheart, no matter how much you make those eyes.
Shigaraki
Plays the straight man perfectly to your funny guy. He always has a smartass remark or raised eyebrow when you say something, but also plays along completely seriously every single time without fail.
"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Shigaraki thinks for a moment. "...I'd at least get you some kind of dirt bowl to live in until you turned back."
He likes to bounce potential ideas off of you because of your experiences. You can say some weird shit, but more often than not, you can find the exploitable loopholes in "traditional" thinking. That's a skill one needs when trying to completely overthrow and restructure society. Even in your weirdness, most of your suggestions have more basis than some of the other opinions in the league. Besides, you make him laugh. That's a rare skill around there. He never admits it, just turns around and you can see his shoulders shake a little bit.
You cannot be trusted around Toga and Twice because the three of you will somehow create the most intricate inside jokes that make sense to nobody but the three of you. It's nice that you all get along, though. He won't participate but he does sit close by so he can hear you laugh and enjoy yourself.
Dabi
Takes everything you say in stride. He's around weirdos at the League all day anyways, one more by his side can't hurt-- besides, a little strangeness is far from a crime. There are worse things you can say or do. Sometimes he raises an eyebrow or ignores if it's really an inappropriate or unreasonable/feasible response for the situation, but that's rare.
Unlike Hawks or Shigaraki, he's going to play along with you more than the other two. Like...maybe you SHOULD kill that guy. You might have a point. You have an uncanny habit of saying exactly what he was thinking or wants to hear, which earns points with him.
More of the type to have discussions with you based on the weird shit you say. He likes to know why you say certain things, the conclusions that brought you there, things like that. He likes to pick apart your brain to figure out just how it 'ticks' and why he can't get enough of it.
One of his favorite things to do is just watch you while you go off on one of your tangents. He doesn't always have something to say, so he just listens and absorbs whatever it is that you have going on. Sometimes it's your past (a wild ride, definitely), sometimes it's just wherever the conversation leads you. Doesn't judge you on what you may have had to do or experience to get where you are, the important thing is you're with him now for a truly important purpose.
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ramshacklefey · 2 years ago
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As sympathetic as many of the characters in the League of Villains are, I'm frustrated by the number of people who seem to view them as a righteous group of plucky underdogs. This isn't about people who just think a character is hot and make horny art of them. It's about sincerely trying to argue that we should be rooting for them because they have some genuinely good points about flaws in their society.
Thing is, these characters do reveal serious flaws in their society. Shigaraki was able to be adopted and manipulated by AFO because everyone assumed that a lost child was someone else's problem. Touya was abused and pushed to a mental breaking point as a child because of Enji's relentless pursuit for a power that would make himself feel better. Toga was ostracized and treated as a freak because her quirk is deeply alarming to people. Jin fell into homelessness and despair because his boss fired him for something that was an accident. Spinner grew up smothered by anti-heteromorph prejudice. We don't get a lot of details about Magne's backstory, but knowing she was trans, we can guess at a lot. The members of the League are all deeply damaged, traumatized people who have, in various ways, been let down by society.
It's easy to sympathize with them because we can all see how, in that position, what they decide to do might seem like it made sense. It's easy to sympathize with them because the problems they face (neglect, abuse, and bigotry) are all things that affect our own society. There's a sense of justice in wanting to tear down a system that's caused you to suffer that much.
But however much we can sympathize with their pain, we shouldn't forget the choices they've made or the actions they've taken. And we shouldn't ignore the fact that their choices and actions are moving them further from the things they really want.
Shigaraki isn't trying to reform society. He doesn't want to tear the current system down so that he can build something better. He wants to tear things down for the sheer sake of destroying them and taking out his rage and pain on everyone else.
Jin's death hits hard because the reason he ends up dying is that he won't give up on his friends. Hawks sees Jin's loyalty and kindness to his friends and realizes that he has a good heart deep down. But Jin's final act is to brutally murder a hero for trying to apprehend Toga and Compress. Their lives weren't in danger.
Touya wants revenge on his father. Understandable, but one of the first things we learn about him is that he's responsible for several random murders. We see him kill a band of petty thieves simply because he decides they aren't powerful enough to be useful to the League. Those murders have nothing to do with his relationship with his father (well. Everything he does has to do with his relationship to his father, but you take my point). And his desire is specifically for vengeance. It isn't enough for him that Enji's crimes and cruelty be exposed. He's not just trying to say, "This man is not the person you think he is, and you shouldn't hold him up as an ideal figure." He wants Enji to suffer. He wants to inflict as much pain as he can.
Toga just murders people because she likes them. Her idea of loving someone is to literally consume them.
And their end goal isn't a better world. It's chaos and anarchy. They want to destabilize society and then provide the arms and ideology that would turn it into a libertarian dystopia. Thing is, that wouldn't actually get them what they want or need.
Take Spinner for instance. We know that in the chaotic times just after quirks appeared, heteromorphs faced intense and dangerous discrimination and hate everywhere. While it's true that heteromorphs still face discrimination and even violence, especially in rural areas, we've also seen that knocking out the social order only makes that worse (think of the woman who Deku saves. She couldn't get into any shelters because she's a heteromorph, even though she was in the middle of the city).
Touya is certainly getting his vengeance on his father, but it isn't getting him what he actually wanted which is acknowledgement from Enji that he is good enough. Having Shoto fight him instead of Enji is one of the worst outcomes he could have gotten, because it is still a refusal to acknowledge him in Touya's eyes (Strictly speaking, it was actually an acknowledgement of the fact that he is probably stronger than Enji, but Touya clearly doesn't see it that way).
Toga, I think, really wants acceptance for who she really is. Her quirk frightens people, and it seems inherently villainous. But the actions she's taking only make her more terrifying to others, and I think she's also mistaken to think that her violent and murderous actions are an expression of her "true self."
And Shigaraki... well he's probably the most difficult case. All he wanted at the beginning of the story was destruction. But it's hard to get a read on him in any accurate way because of the extent to which he's been molded and manipulated by AFO into his current state. I think we can get more insight into him by looking at what desires and motivations AFO played on. As a small child, Shigaraki was angry (and rightly so) about the way his family treated him, and then at the way the rest of the world ignored him. AFO fanned his anger and resentment and actively twisted his experiences until now he can't escape the idea that there's nothing good in the world at all. But we also know that he's wrong about that. The only hope for him at this point is that Deku can show him that he's wrong.
The hurt and anger that the members of the League live with are real and valid. They've each experienced things that would turn most people bitter and angry. Those things make them deeply human and sympathetic. But it's possible to sympathize or even empathize with someone's pain without giving them a free pass to become violent murderers and terrorists.
One of the most important themes in the story is that people aren't defined by the things that happened to them in the past, but by the choices they've made in response. The League serves as a vital foil to the main characters because they've made opposite choices at nearly every turn. Trying to wave those choices away and make these characters out to be basically good people whose actions are justified by their situations (as opposed to being explained by their situations) destroys that theme.
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haleigh-sloth · 2 years ago
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"And now this girl has the power to undo this tragedy." This foreshadowing hint at bnha 374 that getting through to Himiko Toga peacefully is one of the key points to ending this conflict. It will be difficult since Hawks refuses to let go of his anti hero phase to realize he is only creating martyrs with the league of villains. It makes them feel more vengeful and justified to continue fighting against the hero society that will only cause the war be extended further. Himiko's angry right now.
Yep
I am fully convinced Toga is the beginning of the shift in tide.
Shouto and Midoriya have the right idea, but haven’t figured out what to do yet. Lots of things still need to happen on those fronts—new information is needed, things to be seen and heard etc.
So I think Ochacko will figure it out first out of the three.
But I think that because Toga has been trying to help her figure it out. She’s open about everything. She hasn’t minced words. She can’t express what her ideal world is because she doesn’t know what that would even look like since she’s been treated like shit her whole life. And that’s why Ochacko hasn’t figured it out either. The more I look at their conflict the more I feel like they need each other to figure out what kind of world Toga is trying to achieve. Because context tells us that Toga isn’t wanting to just slice people freely without consequence. If there is anything we have learned about what she wants, it’s certainly not that.
Also Toga is the most independent out of the remaining villains.
Touya is letting his fate entirely depend on his dad. If his dad hasn’t seen him yet, Touya is still burning, and still suicidal.
Shigaraki, well, honestly not much of an explanation is needed. Zero independence there.
Spinner also. We saw the effects of that recently. He had a little bit of recent development in a more positive direction for himself, but for the villains as a group I’m not so sure. We’ll see how the butterfly effect of Kurogiri waking up affects things.
Kurogiri may be slowly dissipating in favor of Shirakumo coming through, but we learned this chapter with the chip in Nana’s hand that he’s still operating under AFO’s command and influence. He’s still a pawn and hasn’t shown us that he’s fully broken free from that yet. I suspect an encounter with Aizawa will help, but not before things get worse, but we’ll see.
But TOGA? She pretty much has never really depended on anyone, or lost herself to someone else’s influence. She’s separated herself from the League numerous times to seek answers for herself. She’s diverted from plans to do what she wants—which in the past has involved getting close to the hero kids. She’s still operating under AFO’s command over all, but within those parameters she has been doing her own thing. I doubt trying to talk to Izuku and hoping for an understanding was within AFO’s plans (even though it didn’t work out, she still tried).
She’s the one openly seeking for someone to help her change, even if she isn’t saying it exactly like that.
It wouldn’t surprise me at all if she’s the first to take the helping hand offered to her.
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arvandus · 3 years ago
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TOUCH PT. 11 - Fears
Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader
**18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI**
OVERALL FIC WARNINGS: Soft Dabi, F!Reader with a fictional backstory, fanon version of past events, manga spoilers, canon deviation, drug abuse/withdrawal, adult language/themes, violence, heavy angst, past trauma/abuse, anxiety/panic attacks, PTSD, pining, slow burn, eventual (emotional) SMUT, all characters will be written with complexity (i.e., no one-dimensional/hateful representations). *please pay attention to specific warning tags within each chapter!*
CHAPTER WARNINGS: Toga being Toga, talks of violence/murder, illegal acquisition and use of drugs, hurt feelings, aloof Dabi, reader is on birth control.
Chapter Song: Inside by Chris Avantgarde & Red Rosamond
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Betareading credit to @lynxxpoint​.  Thank you friend!
Chapter 11: Fears
Something was off about Dabi.  You noticed it when you had treated his wounds and his nerve pain that morning.  He was quieter, his eyes rarely meeting yours.  He didn’t fight you when you handed over your pills. It was as if a dark cloud hung over him, silencing his voice in a secret storm.
You couldn’t shake the feeling that it had something to do with you, something to do with falling asleep on him last night.  But you didn’t dare ask.  Partially because you assumed he’d deny anything was wrong.  Or worse, he’d tell you the truth. Maybe he’d tell you that you were getting too attached to him; that you were a nuisance.  It created a knot of discomfort deep within your core, one that no amount of logic could untangle. By the end of your treatment session, you could barely keep yourself from bolting out the door.
You wish you could say you didn’t have time to dwell on it... that life as a healer for the League of Villains was too busy to allow you to wallow in such thoughts. But that would be a lie, weaved together with frayed thread, ready to tear at the slightest pressure.
In truth, you couldn’t get the thoughts out of your head.  Even as you were gathering your items in preparation for your outing with Compress, as you were collecting the money from Kurogiri, and putting together the grocery list to restock the sad, empty kitchen.  Every time you heard someone enter, you’d turn to see if it was Dabi, and be met with disappointment before returning back to your tasks.
Maybe you were getting too attached.  After all, he wasn’t exactly the type to make friends.  Your mind began scrutinizing all of the events that had happened, and how quickly it all took place.  After all, it’d been less than a week. Less than a week since you started treating him.  Granted, you’d been through far more together than you’d been through with nearly all the other League members combined, but still.
Your thoughts were interrupted by Compress’s arrival as you were reading through your list of ordered medical supplies.
“I had a feeling you’d be here,” he commented, a pleasant smile on his face.  You greeted him with a smile of your own, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly at his calm presence.
“Are you ready to go?” you asked him.
“Sadly, I won’t be able to join you this time.” He replied.  You frowned and a sinking feeling filled your gut.
“Why not?” you asked.  “Is everything okay?”
Compress let out a small chuckle and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.  “You worry too much. Everything’s fine. There’s just something I have to take care of for Shigaraki, that’s all.”
You pouted.  Compress always accompanied you on your outings.  Not only was he the most level-headed of the bunch, but it was easy for him to go unrecognized through the streets, since his face was covered by his villain costume.  His demeanor and good looks provided just the right balance of courtesy and austerity that kept strangers from getting too close or heroes asking too many questions.
“What about the pickup today? I have to pick it up today, Compress.”
“I know.  That’s why Toga will be going with you.”
You froze for a moment.  Toga?  You loved Toga, but her wildness made you hesitant about trusting her to get you to and from safely under the noses of heroes and suspicious citizens.
Compress recognized your hesitancy immediately.  “I understand why you’re nervous.  But she will be in disguise, and she’s gone out in public before and managed to come back without complications.  You’ll be alright.”
You swallowed and gave a nod.  It wasn’t like you had much choice.
“Be safe, okay?” you said.  “I’d hate it if anything were to happen to you.”
“Sometimes I believe you’re too good for this group.” Compress chided. “I’ll be fine.  You stay safe as well, and if you need me, you have my number.”
With that, he gave a quick hug over your shoulders that you leaned into gratefully, and he left.  Not long after, Toga entered, a big grin on her face.
“You ready, sis?” Her excitement was palpable, like a teenager about to go on a shopping spree at the mall.
“Yeah,” you sighed.  “Let’s go.”
When you and Toga stepped out of the dingy, poorly lit hideout, the sun was halfway to its zenith.  It was fine, though... your dealer was expecting you in the early afternoon, so you had plenty of time.  You glanced at Toga, discomfort creeping across your skin in the form of goosebumps.
She didn’t look like herself. Instead, she had taken on the form of a burly man of at least 6 feet tall, heavy dark sideburns framing a steel jaw. No doubt anyone would be afraid of her without even knowing she was wearing someone else’s skin.
“Is that...?” you started.
“The guy who attacked me? Yeah!” she replied bubbly, an odd contrast to her appearance.  “Turns out he ended up being pretty useful after all.”  She scrunched up her nose. “He’s pretty gross, though... I don’t like wearing him.  And his blood tastes nasty.”
You tried to give a sympathetic smile, but it barely reached your eyes.  You wanted to be understanding, to keep the judgment from your voice and the fear from your face, but everything about this situation was just so strange. You were suddenly acutely aware that you were in the presence of a villain, a predator. Toga was an imposter, a wolf in sheep’s clothing. She was a killer, and there was no way to gloss over that fact when she wore this man’s skin - regardless of whether or not he deserved it.  
It unlocked an instinctual fear within you, every warning bell in your mind screaming danger.  No matter how much you wanted to trust her, you couldn’t help but watch her from the corner of your eye, hesitating to turn your back on her for even a second.  You weren’t sure if she noticed; if she did, she didn’t show it.  Deep down you were grateful - if she asked why you were so nervous, you weren’t sure you’d be able to give a convincing lie.
The two of you walked down the street together, making your way to the train station.  The neighborhood was dingy and poor, and had you been walking by yourself, you may have been subjected to anything from catcalls and crude remarks to groping hands and petty theft.  But with Toga in her present form, every seedy looking stranger gave you a wide berth.  Slowly your paranoia around her began to dwindle, which gave way to curiosity.
“Toga...” you ventured.  “What’s it like when you use your quirk?”
Toga glanced at you with veiled surprise before a grin spread across her masculine features.  “It’s the best feeling ever.  It’s the only time I feel free, like I’m being myself.”
“By being other people?” you asked.
She gave a small, offended huff.  “Not just anyone...” she replied.  “I want to be the people I love.  Mr. Stainy, Izuku, Ochaco... I love them with my whole being.”
Toga’s face became wistful, cheeks covered in a deep blush as her eyes watered with unshed tears.  “Nothing makes me feel closer to the ones I love than when I become them.  I feel them all around me.  On my skin, in my head... It’s the most romantic thing there is.  And when I drink their blood, I can taste the love there.  It’s sweet, like honey, and I can taste their feelings – their fears, their happiness... It only makes me love them more because I understand them.���
“But... if you don’t stop yourself, it can kill them... then they’re gone forever.”
“Yeah, I guess...” Toga shrugged evasively.  “but once I become them, they’ll always be a part of me, so I never really feel like they’re gone.  Like I’ve never really lost them.”
‘But other people lose them...’ you thought.
The conversation was cut short as the two of you arrived at the train station just in time and boarded the already-full train car.  Even so, the passengers did their best to avoid contact with the two of you, scrunching themselves up against their neighbors in an effort to give you space.
You and Toga both fell silent, unwilling to continue such a private and exposing topic with others in earshot.  But your mind kept going as your mouth stayed still.
She couldn’t control herself.  Or more specifically, she couldn’t control her quirk.  It forced itself into being expressed, mingling her feelings of love with her biological need to drink others’ blood and become them.  You couldn’t help but wonder... what was her life like before?  No doubt her quirk manifested as a child, just like everyone else’s.  How long did she force herself to suppress her quirk before she finally gave up?  You tried to imagine her as a little girl, cute and innocent, lips red with blood, small face devoid of understanding.  
The memory of a familiar young face flashed across your mind.  Dark eyes.  A kind smile.  It brought forth a deep, familiar ache, one better left forgotten. Loss weighed heavy on your chest, forcing the sharp sting of tears to your eyes before you shoved the memory away.
You didn’t want to think about it.  Not right now, not in public where you had to keep your emotions in check and focus on your surroundings.
You looked around at the various people surrounding you and Toga.  Everyone was minding their business, eyes on their phones, some with earbuds stuffed into their ears.  Your eyes glossed over the crowd, when suddenly you felt the strange itch of familiarity at the back of your mind that made you do a double-take.  
There, some guy wearing a black hoodie with his back turned to you.  You could barely see him, stuffed towards the back of the car with swaths of people between you and him, and yet something about him seemed strangely familiar.  Was it his height? His posture? You couldn’t quite place it.  You glanced at Toga to see if she noticed, but she was too busy staring at Izuku’s social media account on her phone to notice much of anything.  You looked back, but the stranger was gone.  The train came to a stop and people began exiting the train car.
“Let’s go,” Toga said, her phone back in her pocket.
With one last glance to the back of the now half-empty car, you followed Toga off the train into the busy streets of Musutafu.  This part of town was much, much nicer compared to where you came from, the streets clean, the grassy areas green and well-maintained.  Another stark difference was the number of heroes out on patrol in the city streets, their capes and flashy colors making them easily identifiable in the throngs of the bustling public.  They eyed Toga’s thug appearance with cautious eyes, but their suspicion faded when they saw you walking with her.  After all, everything about you screamed normalcy, at least compared to the burly man next to you.
The two of you never revisited your earlier conversation, especially now that you were in the enemy’s territory.  You both had to keep alert as you attempted to conduct your business under the noses of every hero you passed by. Most were nothing special – just regular people there to do their job, collect their paycheck, and go home.
But there was always a risk of running into one of the higher-ups, the heroes on the top billboard charts whose keen eyes, raw talent, or years of experience made them notice things others didn’t.
You struggled to keep yourself from clutching your tote bag too tightly with nervousness.  The smallest behavior could get you noticed, and the last thing you wanted was to be cornered by a hero who’s full of questions.
You and Toga made your way through the streets until you reached a tall, modern building stacked high with condos.  You walked on through the glass doors, finding yourself in an open foyer with elevators on both sides. A security guard sat at a counter, his head perking up at your entrance.
“Ah, welcome back, miss.” He commented as his eyes locked with yours. Then his eyes shifted to Toga, widening slightly.  “And who’s this?”
“Just a friend of mine, Yamashita-san.” You replied.  
“What happened to the other fellow?” he asked, his eyes never leaving Toga’s burly form.
“He’s not feeling well today.  This is his brother.”  You lied.
“His brother?”
“Half-brother.” Toga said gruffly.
He still didn’t look convinced, so you brought forth your kindest voice in an attempt to assuage his concerns.  “Don’t worry, Matsumoto-san knows he’s joining me.”
With doubt written across his face, he picked up the black phone on the counter and called Matsumoto’s number.  A couple of minutes later and a few exchanged words, and Yamashita hung up the receiver.  He gave you a silent nod of approval.
As you passed by him on your way to the elevators, you heard him mutter to himself, “…some interesting friends...”
You could feel the murderous desire rolling off of Toga, and as soon as the elevator doors closed on the two of you, she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper.  “That security guard is dangerous.”
“Why?” you asked quietly.  You were painfully aware of the security camera positioned behind you, likely able to pick up the audio as its lens faced the elevator doors.
“Because he’s suspicious.  It’s only a matter of time before he files a concerned citizen’s report with the police and the hero commission.  I should kill him.”
“No, you should not.” You scolded with a glare.   “And don’t say that stuff here.”
Toga visibly pouted.  “Why not?”
You lowered your voice even further, your lips barely moving.  “Security cameras. And just because he finds Yatsumoto’s friends odd, doesn’t mean he’s going to report anything.  Besides, having Yamashita suddenly disappear or have his body show up in some dumpster will most definitely get the hero commission and police involved. Anyway, maybe next time you can choose a less... intimidating disguise...?”
Toga’s pout only deepened, but she fell silent in begrudging agreement.  “I’m sure he’d taste gross anyway.” She grumbled.
“I’ll talk to Yatsumoto about it.” You consoled.  “He has a way with people that gets them to trust him.”  And he had money. A lot of it.
The elevator doors opened and the two of you stepped out into an empty hallway with a single door directly in front of you.
Toga looked up and down the hall in confusion.  “Is this... the only condo on this floor?”
“On this side?” you asked.  “Yeah.  The condos are divided into separate wings with the elevators going up the center.  Each condo gets its own floor on its side of the building.”
“What?? That’s so much space!” Toga exclaimed.
“Yatsumoto’s work is very.... lucrative.” You replied.
You gave a small knock on the door in front of you. It was opened not a moment later by a tall and handsome man not much older than yourself.  Sharp, grey eyes framed in wireless glasses looked down at you, his forehead framed in black, curly locks.  Sharp cheekbones and a pointed chin framed his smile as he greeted you.
“You made it! Come on in.” he said.  “Gimme a sec while I get your stuff.”
You stepped into his apartment with a quick glance at Toga.  Her eyes were wide with intrigue, although she managed to expertly keep the blush from creeping across her cheeks – a wise move, considering her current appearance.
As soon as Yatsumoto stepped out of the living room, Toga grabbed you by your arm.  “This is your dealer??”
“And my friend,” you added. “We met when I was in med school.”
“That’s right,” Yatsumoto chimed in as he returned with a paper bag filled with various contents.  “I was going for my pharmacy PhD and she was working on her doctorate in medicine.  Some of our classes overlapped.”
“Yatsumoto was top of his graduating class and works for one of the top pharmaceutical companies in Japan.” You explained.  Toga’s eyes widened in amazement.
“Stop bragging about me.” Yatsumoto teased. “Besides, I only finished top of my class because you were forced to drop out.”
“What??” Toga exclaimed. “Why?”
An uncomfortable silence filled the space for a moment before you answered.  “Let’s just say that the government didn’t approve of my thesis.”
Your tone left no room for questions, despite the curiosity in Toga’s eyes.  Yatsumoto caught on immediately, and with a knowing glance, he changed the subject.  “Let’s go over your order...”
He opened the bag and pulled out a folded sheet of paper that had been tucked into it.  “Okay, so we have...”
He began listing off the various prescriptions, taking each item out of the bag and placing it on the table as you cross-checked your list with his.  Pain meds, antibiotics, anti-anxiety medications, birth control... and then there were the other medical supplies – surgical dressings, surgical thread and needles, antiseptics.  You were grateful to see your pills in the lineup, two bottles this time instead of one.  Once the list was done and you confirmed that it was all good, he put the items back in the large paper bag.
“Can I use your bathroom?” Toga asked.  Yatsumoto nodded and pointed to where it was located.  Toga thanked him and left the room, and you returned to the matter at hand.
You opened the bag and glanced at the contents again as the memory of Dabi’s scars sat forefront in your mind.
“Any update on that one painkiller I asked for?”
“Hoping to have it by next week.” He replied.  “It’s a tough one to get, because it’s a class A drug, so usually I would use my less legal connections for it.  But there was an issue with the supply chain – the hero commission intercepted an illegal shipment that was supposed to arrive a couple of weeks ago and there’s been a shortage ever since.”
Well, that would explain why Dabi wasn’t able to find any...
Yatsumoto continued, “I have to order it through the drug administration, which means lots of carefully forged paperwork, especially at the dosage you’re asking for.  If I’m not careful, they’ll come knocking down my door.”  Then as an afterthought, he asked, “is everything okay?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“You’re asking for more of your pain meds, and now you want enough of these opioids to take down a man twice your size.”  His eyes pinned you with a concerned gaze.  You fought the urge to shift uncomfortably as your scar itched.
“I’m fine,” you replied.  “The extra drugs aren’t for me.  Let’s just say I have a guy whose quirk leaves him in rough shape.”
“Hm...” he hummed, as he stared at you a moment longer.  But before he could say anything else, Toga returned from the bathroom.
“We ready to go?” Toga asked.  You could hear the undercurrent of impatience in her voice, and you remembered that she could only disguise herself as others for so long, depending on how much blood she had.
Which might have been part of why she escaped to the bathroom.
Either way, the clock was ticking, and you still had more errands to do.
“Almost.” You told her.  You turned back to your friend and handed over a roll of cash.  “Here you go, as promised.  Do you want to count it before we go?”
Yatsumoto gave a wry grin.  “It’d be bad business if I didn’t.”  Toga shifted her stance slightly, her tension palpable.  Yatsumoto noticed, his grin disappearing from his face.  “But I’ll be quick about it.”
He quickly took the bills to the table and counted them with the speed of a machine.  As he counted, you eyed his apartment, taking in the details.  Much was the same as your last visit – clean, organized... Yatsumoto took his work very seriously.
After a few minutes, he folded up the cash and turned to face you.  “You’re lucky we’re such good friends.  You’re the only one who gets such a huge discount.”
“You can afford it.” You winked.  “Besides, you do this because you want to.  You’ve always had a thing for the underdogs...”
“Yeah, I supposed you’re right...although I don’t feel much like an underdog myself, these days.” He pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose as he looked around the condo.
“You’re helping people who really need it, people who wouldn’t be able to get help otherwise.”
“Yeah, yeah... don’t start with me.”
Toga was nearly halfway out the door not a moment later.  “Okay, thank you, nice to meet you.” She said quickly as she grabbed for your arm.  
Yatsumoto furrowed his brow in concern – no doubt seeing you being dragged away by a large thug almost twice your age would have that sort of reaction.  But you flashed him a reassuring smile and waved.
“Thank you so much!” you called to him.  You were already in the elevator, the doors starting to close.  “We’ll be in touch!”
As soon as the elevator doors closed, you spun on Toga and glared at her.
“What the hell was that all about??”
Toga wore a frown that fit too well with the face she was wearing and cast a swift covert glance at the security camera. “We have maybe forty minutes left, tops.” She said, her voice low.
You felt a pit form in your stomach, and you swallowed. Forty minutes... well that wasn’t very much time at all, was it?
“How did this happen? I thought you always made sure you had enough, you know... stuff to last?”
“I do! Well, I did... I must have dropped the vial when I was on the train.”  An embarrassed blush blossomed across her cheeks.
You raised a judgmental eyebrow.  “You mean when you took your phone out of your pocket to stare at Izuku’s social media?”
Toga scoffed. “You’d stare too, if you realized how perfect he is...”
You rolled your eyes slightly.  “He’s a little young for me, don’tcha think?”
Toga only pouted and crossed her arms petulantly. You let out an exasperated sigh.  “Well, it doesn’t matter much now, does it? It’s done now, and the clock is ticking. We’ll just have to skip the market.  We can go back out again later once we get you home.”
“I could always grab a snack on our way back...” Toga offered. The implication was clear as day.  If she wasn’t able to wear this face, then she’d just have to find someone else to give her a new one.
You stared at your own stunned reflection in the mirror that made up the elevator’s interior.   “No.” you replied, trying to keep your tone light yet firm.  “Probably not a good idea in a nice neighborhood like this.  It’s crawling with heroes, remember?”
“Then we better hurry.” She replied.  “If we can at least get back to our neighborhood, it won’t matter as much.”
Easier said than done. Ten minutes later, the two of you stood at the train station, mouths agape as you stared up at the giant blaring red letters ‘OUT OF SERVICE.’
“You’ve got to be shitting me...” you muttered.  Immediately your eyes began scanning for alternative routes, trying to speedily do the math in your head.  But it was fruitless... there were no options that didn’t involve Toga transforming back into herself – naked, no less – in the middle of a crowded rail car.
“Looks like I’ll be getting a snack after all...” Toga said almost gleefully.
“There’s gotta be another way...” you whispered.
Toga scoffed.  “It’s not like we have any other choice.” She immediately began scanning the crowded train station.  “Hey, what about her? She’s cute!”
You followed her gaze to a sweet looking teenager in a light blue jacket, her hair drawn back in a ponytail.
“She’s so young...” 
You couldn’t keep the hint of sadness from your voice, but Toga didn’t seem to notice, her eyes predatory as she watched the unsuspecting victim.
“She’s probably around the same age as me...” Toga replied, a faint flush on her cheeks.
“Remember where we live. Looking like that would be asking for trouble for both of us.” You reasoned.  “Street thugs would have no problem harassing a couple of girls.”
“Hmph, okay fine.  What about him?” she pointed at a tall man, middle-aged with stern eyes and a pointed jawline.  He looked like he could be a father. Or a husband.
But even if he was none of those things, it shouldn’t matter, right? He was a person.  
“And how do you expect to even get close to him?” you asked.  “We’re in a crowded train station. Someone’s bound to notice.” 
The moral dilemma you were finding yourself in began to make your hands shake. Your own eyes began scanning the crowd, and you found yourself wishing for a seedier neighborhood, for the option of at least picking someone who likely wouldn’t be missed. A homeless person, or-
Bile rose in your throat.  You fought it down with a heavy swallow.
What were you doing??  Weighing people’s lives like you were weighing oranges? As if one life held more weight than another?  What gave you the right?
And yet, what other choices were there in a situation like this?  If a choice had to be made, how else was it to be done?  
Young or old? Parent or childless? Married or single? Business or homeless?   There was no way to know half of this just by looking at strangers in a train station.
Some dark, part of you began to understand why Toga didn’t trouble herself over selecting her victims. There was no moral way of making an immoral choice.
Of course, there was always the choice of not choosing at all, letting her disguise melt away and likely getting caught.  And perhaps if it were you having to make such a choice, that’s what you would have done.  But Toga was definitely not you.  Surrendering herself was the last thing she’d do. In her world, it was predator or prey, eat or be eaten.
In that moment, you knew... you knew that you had no control over the situation, that Toga would choose a victim.
You could feel yourself drowning in your own helplessness, watching, waiting.
Someone was going to die.
And you were going to let it happen.
If only there was someone else here, someone you could reach out to for help...
Compress. Yes, that’s it! You’d call Compress! Maybe he was close by, maybe he could use his quirk to transport you and Toga safely home...
Just then, you felt a tall presence behind you. You heard his voice before you could even turn around.
“You’re about to do something dumb, aren’t you?”
Dabi.  Dabi??
Relief flooded every inch of your being.  You spun around expecting to see Dabi’s trademark stitched jacket and white tee, but instead you were face to face with a soft, black hoodie.  You stared up into his face, but even that was mostly covered, hidden way behind sunglasses and a face mask with the hood pulled up.  Your heart pounded heavy in your chest as recognition dawned immediately.
 “What are you doing here?” Toga pouted.
“Saving your ass, apparently.” Dabi replied.  He quickly flashed an item in his gloved hand – a vial with dark red liquid in it – before it disappeared in his closed fist again.
She gasped, her face lighting up with excitement.  “Where did you find that??”
“On the coffee table at the hideout.” Dabi replied.
That was lie.  You knew it was a lie.  You were certain, without a doubt, that the unknown man you saw on the train earlier was Dabi.
“Really??” Toga asked. “I could have sworn I had it in my pocket when we left...”
You had a feeling she did too.
“Apparently not.” Dabi replied, brushing off her confusion.
You squinted your eyes at him suspiciously.  “How did you find us?”
“I ran into Compress on his way out, he told me where you guys went.” Dabi replied.  “Then I had to haul my ass over here, which I really didn’t enjoy.”
Lies upon lies.  But why? You stared at him long and hard.  Even though you couldn’t see his eyes, you knew he was avoiding looking at you.
Which means he probably knew that you saw right through him.
“Sorry,” Toga said sheepishly.  “Can I have that vial now?”
Silently, Dabi handed it to her.  Toga grabbed it, and without even thinking - without even checking her crowded surroundings - opened the vial.  Just as she began to drink the contents, your eyes focused on an individual standing in front of a pillar in a brightly colored outfit – a hero, monitoring the train station – and his eyes scanned the crowd, moving slowly towards your direction.
“Toga...” you started in warning, but Dabi was a step ahead of you.  He let out a low curse and knocked the vial from her hand, causing the glass and half of its contents to fall down onto the train tracks.  A couple of strangers nearby looked over in confusion, but the arrival of a train and the shuffling of throngs of people provided just enough of a distraction to drown out Toga’s protest.
“Dabi, what the hell!”
“Don’t say my name, you idiot.  Are you really that fucking dumb??” Dabi demanded with a low hiss. He grabbed Toga by the arm and pulled her aside behind another pillar, out of sight of the hero.  You followed of course, afraid of getting separated from them, your ears barely picking up Dabi’s harsh but hushed voice.
“This place is crawling with heroes, and you’re just having a little drink like it’s nothing. Is that vial even the same guy you’re wearing?  Are you just gonna change right in front of all these people?”
Toga tugged her arm out of his grip.  “Of course it’s the same guy! I’m not an idiot.  Anyway, a lot of good it does me now that it’s all over the damn tracks!” Toga shot back.  “That was supposed to last me for at least another couple of hours, now I’m lucky if I’ll get one!”
A sinister chuckle bubbled in Dabi’s throat.  “Better hurry home, then,” he said mockingly.  “If you take the yellow line to the purple line, you should make it in time.”
“And what about her?” Toga pointed at you, and you stared between the two of them, eyes wide. “She still has to run the rest of her errands. Are you gonna explain to Shigaraki why there’s no food in our fridge when we get back?”
Dabi’s face shifted towards yours, and you could feel his eyes on you as he paused.  “I’ll stay with her.” He finally said.
Your stomach knotted and your heart fluttered in your chest.
A sly grin spread across Toga’s face.  “Ohhh, I see what’s going on here.  Jeez, Dabi... if you wanted her all to yourself, all you had to do ask...”
Dabi’s posture immediately stiffened, hands stuffed into his pockets, and he glared down at Toga through his black shades. “Get fucking lost.” He hissed.
As if on cue, the train for the yellow line rolled in, its doors opening to release a new crowd of people.  Toga skipped into the train car with her arms swinging.  She turned and waved at the two of you with a wink before the doors closed on her grinning face.
A long moment of silence passed as you and Dabi watched the train leave.  Finally, he muttered, “let’s go.”  He began leading you across the platform where another train was due to arrive in a few minutes.
“But the store is-”
“We’re not going to any of the stores here.  Too many heroes around. There’s a place I know in a different part of town.”
So, you sat on the metal bench and waited, watching the people around you.  You felt separate from them, alien – an outsider looking in.  It made you miss your life before everything had happened, before your world fell apart.  To be able to go shopping, sit at coffee shops, meet up with friends.
You glanced at Dabi.
Friends. You had used that word with him recently, and he hadn’t seemed to mind it too much.  And the two of you had started to get closer.  But now...
Now he wouldn’t even look at you.
“Why do you keep staring at me?”
His voice cut through your thoughts, and you froze as heat flooded you.  You looked away.  “Sorry.” You mumbled.
You tried to build the courage to ask him what was bothering him, but your train rolled in before the question could even be broached.  Silently, the two of you boarded.  This train had less people on it than the other… a sign that wherever you were going was a less desirable location than where you were. Finding two neighboring seats was easy, and you settled in next to Dabi, your arms touching.  Dabi had his hands tucked into the pocket of his hoodie, while yours clutched your tote bag.
A thousand questions ran through your mind as the train bumped along on the tracks, slightly jostling you in an unsteady rhythm.  Why had his mood shifted this morning? What was he doing on that train? Why did he lie about being there?
Why wouldn’t he look at you?
The questions piled up like snow in a winter storm, but you asked none of them, your tongue frozen to the roof of your mouth.  He was already more distant than usual, and you didn’t want to make it worse.
Minutes passed.  Long, excruciating minutes, each one compounding onto the one that came before it, a heavy weight on your shoulders as you sat unmoving as you approached your new destination.  It was torture, being close enough to feel his warmth, to smell the scent of his clothes, and yet not look at him, not talk to him like you’d grown so accustomed to doing.
So, it was a relief when his voice broke the silence. “You got everything you needed?”
You could feel his eyes on the bag, and suddenly everything clicked. The hope you’d held onto sank like a heavy stone into your gut, and your hand tightened on the strap.
“Yeah,” you replied.
“Did they have my pills?” he asked.
His question was reasonable, yet it was delivered so bluntly, that you couldn’t help the way your next words fell from your mouth.
“Wait, was that why you followed us?”
You caught Dabi’s side glance at you from behind his glasses, ocean blue flashing before disappearing again.
“I dunno what you’re talkin’ about.” He said dismissively.
You gave him a deadpan look and raised an eyebrow. “Sure, you don’t.”
Dabi refused to take your bait, and you rolled your eyes at him.  
“Fine.  Play dumb if you want, but I know I saw you on the train earlier.”  You crossed your arms over your bag as you sank down in your seat slightly.  “And to answer your question, no. Sorry you wasted your time.”
Now he looked at you fully, his brow furrowed in what you could only guess was confusion.
“You angry, doll?”
Doll. The word sounded like a peacekeeping gesture; a term of endearment meant to temper you.  And you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed hearing it, especially after dealing with his aloofness the entire day.
But it wasn’t enough. You bit the inside of your cheek and continued to scowl out the window. You were angry.  Angry, and a bit hurt. After all, he’d given you the cold shoulder all morning.  A part of you had hoped that maybe there was a more friendly reason for his stalking, but instead it was just about his drugs.
“Just disappointed.” You finally said as you stared at your reflection in the window.
You could see him in the scratched-up plexiglass, the bewildered question of ‘why’ written into his posture, in the way he stared at you.  But for whatever reason, the question never left his lips.  Instead, he let out a frustrated huff and faced forward again.
You didn’t want to be mad at him. And if you let yourself think it through logically, it made sense that he wanted his pills so he could stop using yours.  But why the sneaking around? Why not just ask to come along? Did he just not want to be around you?
The fragility of your relationship to him circled in your mind like a bird of prey, ready to peck out your heart.  When all was said and done, when he was healed no longer needed you... what would happen?  Were you only as valuable as your quirk?  As the drugs you provided him out of kindness and concern?
An awkward silence filled the space as you sunk further and further into your thoughts, and Dabi didn’t seem to be faring much better.  He sat next to you, his natural body heat warm as a bonfire, but his posture as cold as ice.  Clearly what you’d said had gotten under his skin the way he’d gotten under yours.
And neither of you knew how to talk about it.
It was going to be a long trip.
As you sat in walled-off silence, Dabi’s hands clenched into fists within the pocket of his hoodie.  A million things he wanted to say ran through his mind.  Yes, he had followed you. Yes, it was partially to see if you had his drugs.  But no, that wasn’t the only reason.
But Dabi couldn’t say any of those things.  Not without exposing parts of himself that he didn’t want to.  To say something as simple as ‘I was worried about you’ spoke of something he couldn’t bring himself to accept yet, even though he was constantly aware of it, an unyielding presence woven through every part of himself.  It made his stomach roil with nausea, his pulse race when he was near you, and his body want when you were apart.  He was already far too comfortable with you, to the point that it was becoming dangerous.  He was dangerous, and you were too kind and caring to realize that.  After all, you’d only ever seen one side of him, a side that he hadn’t realized was there until you’d come into his dark, broken world and shined a light on the parts of himself that he’d forgotten.
He wanted distance. He wanted space. That’s what he’d told himself when he’d retreated to his room after sharing the couch with you the night before, after waking up in fear that his nightmares had manifested into reality at the touch of his hands.
If only it were so simple. If only he could just tell himself how to feel, to force his complicated web of emotions into something simple and understandable, something he could control.  But even in this imperfect moment, he was torn between wanting to flee and wanting to lean closer to you in silent apology. 
He didn’t do either of those things.  Instead, he sat still as a statue, his fingers picking at his stitches within the pocket of his hoodie, a poor distraction to the unsettling energy within the empty train car.  The silence was the only thing left to share between the two of you, a heavy blanket of discontent and unspoken confessions.
When the train finally approached the right station, Dabi stood up swiftly, eager to distance himself from the mess he’d made for himself.
“Come on,” he said.
Without a word, you got up and followed him off the train to find yourself in a much less nice location. Graffiti covered the walls, posters for outdated movies were vandalized, and the trash cans were overflowing with refuse that likely hadn’t been picked up in weeks.  The stale stench of urine clung to the air, trapped within underground space.  You couldn’t hide the wrinkle of your nose in distaste.
“Where are you taking me?” you asked.
“I know it’s not much to look at, doll, but we’ll be much more likely to get in and out without catching someone’s eye.”
He led the way up the stairs into an afternoon sun that offered little warmth in the fall chill.  The streets here were less busy, the presence of brightly colored hero uniforms practically non-existent. Industrial complexes and scrap yards were spaced tightly together, with the occasional liquor store and small hole-in-the-wall business speckled in between. No nice cars drove here; it was old trucks, beater cars, and 18-wheelers hauling warehouse deliveries.
You kept close to Dabi as he led you down the street, turning left at the end of the block.  Up ahead, you spotted the discount grocery store, its sign half-lit and faded with age.
Dabi spoke. “They won’t have any of that fancy shit that Compress likes, but we’ll be able to get in and out without any hassle.”
He had a point there.
It was a strange experience, shopping with Dabi.  He was silent as he followed you around, his posture exuding boredom as you made your way up and down the aisles, collecting what you could off the list.  He didn’t offer to push the cart, but he didn’t leave your presence either. He was a shadow that drifted behind you, waiting with veiled impatience.  Every once in a while, he’d grab something off the shelf and throw it into the cart.  You’d give him a raised eyebrow and the smallest quirk of the corner of your mouth but didn’t say anything as you continued shopping.
Once you were at the register, the energy around Dabi shifted from boredom to irritation.  His hands were shoved even deeper into his hoodie to the point where you could make out the shape of his fists pushing against the fabric. His posture shifted every couple of seconds, the tell-tale sign that your treatment was waning. You picked up on it instantly, of course.  You checked the time on your phone.  It was nearly 5pm now; you chewed your cheek slightly.  Before, your medication and quirk combo could last him until 7ish.  But now, it seemed like the meds lasted for less and less time.
“Can we fucking go already?” he grumbled as you put the change in your wallet.
You eyed him for a moment and made your way for the exit.  “Let’s get you home.”  
You handed him a grocery bag, which he begrudgingly took.
He followed you, back hunched as you made your way back to the train station.  The walk back felt faster than the walk to the store, the path familiar now.  Before you knew it, you were both back on the train, where Dabi sank into the seat next to you.  The train car wasn’t empty this time, the seats speckled with other passengers who hardly looked up from their phones to acknowledge your existence.  In the back corner, a homeless man talked to himself, hands gesturing wildly.  A couple of unsavory looking guys slouched in the seats nearby, watching you and Dabi with dangerous eyes.  You didn’t dare bring out your pills here – it was asking for trouble.
“Can you make it until we get home?” you whispered.
“Do I have a fuckin’ choice?” Dabi replied as he stared ahead.  You could tell he was focusing on the pain, his breaths heavier than before. His knuckles clenched the handle of the grocery bag as he fought through another wave of pain.
Without thinking, you placed your hand over his in silent comfort.  He recoiled instantly.
“Don’t.” he said through clenched teeth.
The men seated nearby snickered and whispered at each other.  You felt heat roll over your skin and took back your hand.  “Sorry, I just... Sorry.” You muttered.
Dabi could hear the strain in your voice, the hurt woven with disappointment.  Fuck.
But he didn’t have the ability to console you now... not with his body slowly sinking into agony while simultaneously keeping a sharp eye on the men watching you.  If they tried anything... pain or no pain...
Thankfully for Dabi, the men kept to themselves.  
The rest of the trip home was held in stiff taciturnity, neither willing to be the first to speak and repair what had been broken.  By the time you’d both arrived back at the hideout, you couldn’t decide if you wanted to run away to the kitchen out of Dabi’s presence and put away groceries or drag his stubborn ass upstairs and give him the treatment he obviously needed.
Toga was the first to greet you as you entered, her disguise now gone.  “You’re back!” she exclaimed, bouncing up.  She hesitated though, as yours and Dabi’s mute discomfort permeated the space.  Dabi didn’t even look up in acknowledgement as he made his way to the stairwell to go up to his room.
“Woah... what happened??” Toga asked.
“A lover’s quarrel??” Twice chimed in.
“What??” you scoffed.  “No, of course not.  Don’t be ridiculous.”  You set the grocery bags down on the bar.  “Can you guys put these away for me please?”
And before they even answered, you were out the door, following in Dabi’s footsteps with your bag of goods still slung over your shoulder.  He had moved quickly, already out of sight and in the sanctuary of his room by the time you’d made your way out of the old stairwell.  You knocked on his door, the familiar rhythmic knock that let him know exactly who it was. A moment of silence passed before you spoke through the hard wood.  “Are you going to let me treat you, or what?”  The silence continued, and you sighed and leaned your head against the door.  “Please, Dabi... let me in.”
A moment later he opened the door.  But this time, he didn’t linger to let you walk past him.  Instead, he returned to sit on his bed, his fingers rubbing at the bridge of his nose.  He’d already removed his hoodie and other items, sitting in his white shirt and black pants.
You hoped for some sort of remark, a snarky comment about your stubbornness, or your impatience, something.  But instead, you got silence, a great stone wall that you hadn’t felt since your early days before you’d begun treating him.
You opened your mouth, hoping to find the words to ask the question so obviously written on your face, but the words evaded you, your tongue tied up in the thick rope of Dabi’s reticence.
So, you didn’t ask.  You didn’t even speak.  You silently opened your bag, taking out the package of pharmaceuticals and first-aid materials. The bag was so full of contents that you had to dump them out on his desk to find what you needed.  There it was, your medication with your name on it, mixed amongst the pile.
Dabi watched you silently, his eyes glossing over everything with mild interest. He couldn’t help the curiosity, the demon of addiction still lurking in his blood.  He’d always wondered what other items you had on hand to treat the League.  But there were so many pill bottles, and he was too far away to read any of them. He did, however, catch the unmistakable packaging of birth control pills and his eyes widened slightly in realization.
There were only two girls – well, biological girls - in the League of Villains.  So, there was a 50/50 chance that those pills were for you.  That chance increased drastically, considering Toga was still a teenager and only cared about that green-haired kid.  And Dabi was absolutely sure that that matchup would never happen.
Which only left... you.
Were you involved with someone?  Dabi had never noticed anything with any of the other League members, but then again how much did he really even know about you?  His brain immediately began going down the list.  
Definitely not Shigaraki.  Quirk aside, he quite literally hated being touched in any way at all.  Definitely not Spinner or Twice.  Compress?
Dabi froze on that thought.  You were kind of close to him, weren’t you?  After all, he was the one who brought you into the League to begin with.  He’d seen you two share hugs before, sit next to each other on the couch, laugh together... Dabi had never thought anything of it back then.  Everything about your interactions with him had screamed of platonic friendship.  Almost brotherly, in a way.
But maybe he had it wrong.
Compress was the one who often accompanied you on your outings, and sometimes those outings took hours.  What went on during that time?  Was it strictly business? Or was it more than that, little dates here and there speckled in right under everyone’s noses?
And why wouldn’t you date him? Dabi had seen him without his mask before; he was a handsome guy, and older, more experienced.  By far the most emotionally and mentally stable out of everyone in the League.  More stable than himself, that was for sure, and likely, from your perspective, more attractive too.
The unwanted mental picture of Compress kissing you, holding you, touching you burst into his mind like a hurricane, powerful and destructive.
Dabi felt his temperature rise and his hands clenched into tight fists into his bed sheets.  His vision blurred as an unwelcome feeling settled deep into his gut, cold and heavy like lead.  It weighed him down, immobilized him as he struggled against it, as he tried to tell himself it didn’t matter.
It didn’t matter, it didn’t matter.  It didn’t matter who you dated, or who you fucked...
But it did.  It did matter.
You caught Dabi’s attention again as you began putting items back into your bag, leaving out the gauze, surgical dressings, and painkillers.  He struggled to get his tangled, wild emotions under control before you turned around and saw the look on his face.  But the heat lingered, the blood in his veins sizzling with barely contained anger.
Your voice cut through his internal battle. “Here.”
Your hand was extended, pills displayed in offering.  Without a word, Dabi took them and swallowed them hungrily, as if they could dissolve the feelings trapped inside himself.
He couldn’t look at you, not without that mental picture of you and Compress together popping up in his head again and again.
Out of his peripheral, he saw you take some pills as well, following them with water from a water bottle you pulled from your bag.
That’s right – you could take your own pills now too.  He knew it’d take time for them to take effect, but even so, amongst Dabi’s inner turmoil, he found the faintest hint of relief that you wouldn’t have to suffer like you have been, at least not for much longer.
You stepped away to wash your hands in his bathroom sink and returned a couple minutes later, hands poised and ready.
“Let’s take off your shirt.” You said quietly.
Dabi obliged, and you began helping him remove his bandages so you could clean and repatch his wound.
“You’re really warm.” You commented, concern laced through your words.  “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” He lied.
You narrowed your eyes and tightened your lips, and he knew you understood the implications of that familiar phrase.  You didn’t comment on it though, instead moving forward with your care.
“Your burn is healing well...” you commented.  “We’ll probably have to only change your bandages once a day, soon.”
“How soon?”
“Maybe a couple more days... if you’re good.” 
The unspoken comment was there – ‘don’t use your quirk.’  A small playful smirk emerged at the corner of your mouth.  Normally, Dabi would scoff and give a wry rebuttal.  But his thoughts choked him in an invisible iron grip, as he grappled with your kind playfulness.  It made his mood even more sour, a taunting reminder of what wasn’t really his, and in that moment it felt as if the two of you were worlds apart, despite the fact that you literally had your hands on his hot skin.
Your small smile vanished in defeat against Dabi’s wall of silence, and you remained silent for the rest of your visit.
Dabi hated it. He hated seeing the hurt in your eyes, hated seeing your body language gradually tense against the overuse of your quirk as you stubbornly insisted on treating his nerve pain despite your obvious offense at his aloof behavior the entire day.
And he hated even more his continued silence, his inability – or was it unwillingness? – to speak to you, to offer at least a crumb of comfort across the vast emptiness.
And what he hated most of all, was letting you walk out the door of his room alone, the connection the two of you had shared up to this point now dangerously fractured to the point of breaking.
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╰☆☆ When they find out your quirk! ☆☆╮
Todoroki
~ He most likely thought you were quirkless at first. (Which he doesn't know how you got in 1A)
~ When he does find out he's like 'Are you ___ secret love child?'
~ He'll ask some questions to get a better understanding of it. (or to see if ___ secret love child)
~ If someone make fun of your quirk he'll just ice them and walk away. *cough* Bakuhoe *cough*
~ No matter what, he still love you and won't treat you any different!
Hawks/Keigo
~ He'll try to ask you what it is but you always say 'When I need to show you I will! Now let me freaking watch the movie!'
~ You guys meet when he had to go underground hero work, (you just want to be underground hero) but no one told him your quirk!
~ He'll try to trick you or look up your hero name and see what fans say your quirk is.(He might see you shipped with someone else and get all jelly.)
~ When he does find out he think it a great quirk!
~ He'll make more nicknames for your quirk like n/n he'll still loves you even if he think you shouldn't be an underground hero.
Dabi
~ He won't really care what it is or if he knows or not.
~ When he find out it's because of the fight you had with Handface.
~ He watch it till he has to step in to calm you down.
~ He'll bring you into his room and say 'One that was badass and two don't fucking do that again unless you want to die.'
~ once your completely calm he'll let you go back in the bar.
~Toga will ask 'Hey n/n what your quirk?' Once you tell her everyone most likely won't get you upset.
~ But at the end of the day he'll cuddle you as his way of tell you I love you
Toga
~ She'll ask a ton of time what is it! When you snap at her and yell at her what it is.
~ You realize you just made the worse decision in your life.
~ Now she'll ask what you can do, if you can do this, what happen when you do this, what your drawbacks are, does it make your blood sweeter and so on.
~ There is no taking back what you just did. If she asks one more god damn question you might just kill her.
~ 'Babe? If you do _______ what happens? I need to know!'
'......'
'STOP FUCKING ASKING ME SO MANY GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING QUESTIONS!!!!!'
~ You snapped and you can bet that Dabi is trying to make you snap again to kill Shigaraki.
~ Toga will never ask you a question again, but she thinks it really hot when you snapped.
~ If you get insecure about your quirk she'll, one ask who made you feel like that, two kill them very painfully and three cuddle you and tell you she love you till you feel better(might wait till you fall asleep to take some of your blood)
First headcanon how is it? Btw request things! It can be anything! I'm real chill about it though like if you don't feel comfortable you can dm me, love ya bye!
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hotwings0203 · 4 years ago
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Bully!Dabi pt. 3
Tags: @shikamaruscumrag @pinkiy13l @an-ambivalent @luno614 @sukunasleftkneecap
Tw:dubcon, noncon, bullying, manipulation, Russian roulette
“Doll? Come on out and I won’t hurt you too bad.”
You wait with bated breath as he walks right past your hiding place behind some crates, blue fire licking up the sides of his body and held in the palms of his scarred hands.
He’s mad, you know he is. He’s teasing you, of course he is, why else wouldn’t he just turn on the lights and pounce?
No, this is another punishment of sorts. A punishment for escaping your previous punishment from being locked in your room.
Another lash of burning cobalt strikes against a wall about 10 feet away from you, and you curse yourself internally. If only you had just stayed in bed a couple days more, if only you hadn’t snuck out when he left, if only, if only…
“Baaaabbyyyyy”
It sounds so wrong and uncharacteristic coming out from his gravely voice.
You huddle your limbs even closer to yourself, paying no mind to the cramping in your knees from being squished for so long.
It’s been about 25 minutes or so from what you can remember. It’s hard to remember anything that happened this bland morning anyways when the climax of your life was seemingly taking place here, after you entered the wrong room.
You had honestly just wanted a peek outside of Dabi’s room and maybe a drink of water, nothing more.
Or so you tell yourself.
But can you really be blamed? Who else wouldn’t have run out the moment they got a chance after spending almost two weeks in the same shitty room, being used as fuckmeat and only given bread scraps and salty cum as meals.
It didn’t matter how close he held you at night, how his strokes seemed to brush up against all the right places, how he tried catching your eye every time he wanted to talk about anything (which you would never really indulge in, only giving him a soft grunt or a nod). He was a monster, a demon in disguise that was keeping you against your will in his clutches.
A loud crash closer than before hits your ears, and you stifle an impending whimper. You can tell he’s roamed closer than before, finding nothing from his earlier place in the front of the storage room.
“I’m getting pretty fucking tired of repeating myself doll. You must be even more of a masochist than I thought since it’s like you want me to fuck you up even worse than I did before.”
His words are quiet but they do enough to cause a loud beating in your already-pacing heart, so loud in fact that you fear he can hear it racing a mile a minute.
You wonder if anyone is nearby, if they even remember you’ve been missing for a while now.
“Y/N”
“Come out, pretty girl. You know I miss you”
But you don’t miss him.
What you do miss, however, is not being chased into an empty storage room and hounded like a fucking dog. You miss joking with Twice, painting your nails with Toga, making Shigaraki chuckle.
All of a sudden, the crate next to you is covered with hellfire. The flames that are thrust from Dabi’s hands are so wild that they seat through your shirt and prick your skin.
You scream and scrabble backwards, the light of his fire illuminating his face leering up above you in the dark like a ghoul from a children’s book.
You clap your hands over your mouth, ignoring your bubbling skin as fear overrides premonition, but the damage has already been done.
It’s eerily quiet for a minute. Then, he whispers,
“Found you”
Even in the pitch black room you can practically see him lunging towards you, and you scuttle backwards on your hands and feet in terror. His hands miss your bare feet by a few inches, and he snarls before making another swipe.
“Fucking bitch, this is the thanks I get for taking care of you, bathing you, feeding and fucking you?”
You yelp as he lights up the floor on both sides of your trembling body, and you see his figure once more as the blue fire shows the sick grin twisted up on his face.
“Leave me alone,” you sob, clambering up on your feet and running backwards as he advances on you. The smoke from his quirk is filling the room, and you erupt in hoarse coughs as it’s filtered through your aching lungs.
Everything about him is toxic.
“Nah. That’s not how this works sweetheart. You see, I take care of you, and in return, you do whatever the fuck I say when I say it.”
He raises his palms to you and you flinch, covering your head and colliding with the wall behind you. You’re too scared and tired to evade him again as you feel his body cover you and brush against yours as you shake in place, your arms still above your face.
He cooes at you. “There there, my stupid little bitch. You were scared daddy was gonna hurt you, right?”
His stitched palm caresses your bitten bottom lip and trails up to your tear-stained cheek.
After a moment of you saying nothing, he slaps the side of your face, hard, and you gasp in pain. Now it wasn’t just your stomach that felt on fire.
“I asked you a question, you brain dead whore. Are you scared daddy’s gonna burn you? ‘You scared he’s gonna beat you black you blue? ‘Scared he’s gonna cut a gaping hole in your burnt tummy and fuck the gash?” He leans in and lets his raspy words settle over your ears as he tenderly brushes your hair away from it. He softly kisses the shell of you ear, and when you sob quietly he wraps his arms around your middle and hugs you close, paying no heed to how you uncomfortably squirm when your raw torso burns from the contact.
You squeeze your eyes shut and try not to inhale too much, lest the smoke embedded all over his body gets too close for comfort in your system.
“Y-yes daddy. Please don’t hurt me, I was…a bad girl.” You cringe when the words are wobbled out, but you know it’s what he wants.
To humiliate you, to hurt you. Who was he kidding when he said he loved you?
Dabi, however, feels butterflies in his own stomach.
See, this is what you need. To answer to Daddy, to submit to him so that he can take care of you. That’s why you stayed so long in his room, right? It’s cause you knew it would make him happy if you listened to him. You let him make love to you, and treat you like his little girl because deep down, you know this is where you belong.
So why are you fighting him? You never raised a complaint for a week and a half, you only stayed quiet and kept your eyes shut when he asked if you were okay. That means you liked it, right? No real opposition, after all.
Except for now.
Dani is honestly disappointed in you right now, you were doing so well…so why’d you have to go and ruin it?
He might’ve softened from the way your body shakes and your sobs are muffled by his smoke-scorched jacket as you press against him for comfort, but the image of you turning around and running away when you saw him earlier hurts him too much.
It angers him.
Why the fuck were you so scared? Hasnt he shown you enough that he loved you? What, does he need to fucking spell it out for you?
Why were your eyes filled with such terror when he caught you? Did you turn away from him and run because you thought he was going to make you look like him, all burnt up and hideous?
Honestly, he would never, but if you’re so hellbent on making him the bad guy, then fine, he’ll play the bad guy.
Anything for his precious little girl.
And so he tightens his arms around you and chuckles cruelly when you whine at the lack of air.
“Well, you were right. I am pretty pissed, I mean I told you to come out and you didn’t listen right?”
“S-sorry,” you weakly choke out.
He laughs even more crazed now, crushing your ribs so tight he could actually hear your breath wheezing out of you, could feel your weak little punches against his back.
“Sorry isn’t going to cut it. No no, I want you to beg for your fucking life now.”
Your eyes widen as his arms begin to warm up and become unbearably hot.
“Dabi, no, no please!”
You writhe in pain as he cackles above you, savoring the choked breaths that emit from your wetted lips.
As soon as you begin to see spots, he releases you, and flings you against the corner of the room.
You go flying and bang your head against the concrete wall, his voice muted and swimming around in your ears as you fight for consciousness.
He saunters towards you in all his flaming glory, hands in his pockets as if he were walking out for some fresh air. He crouches in front of you and lifts your head with the pads of his fingers.
“Awww, my poor little girl. That had to have hurt, huh? You’re bleeding,” he cooes and blows a strand of hair away from your eyes.
He’s not lying, you can feel hot blood trickle down the side of your head as your vision sways.
“Stop this,” you pant. “I get it, I’m sorry- you were right and I was wrong, I shouldn’t have ran. I’ll listen to you from now on-“
“-But you said that last time, didn’t you?” He cocks his head and with the light of his turquoise fire against the shadows of the room, he looks like a being from hell itself.
“Remember? When you sucked me off like the dirty whore you are? Remember that you stupid cunt?” His grin becomes more reminiscent of a wolf baring its fangs, and you’re rendered silent in complete terror.
He takes your silence as an encouraging factor to continue his fun.
“You ever played Russian Roulette, Y/N?”
You have enough sense to quickly shake your head, a sinking feeling in your stomach forming at his implication.
“Me neither. But I kinda wanna try it right now. So, back against the wall. Stand up straight and spread your legs.”
You look at him incredulously. “You can’t be serious Dabi.”
He raises an eyebrow and a fire grows in the palm of his hand. “Wanna find out? Oh wait, you already are- now do what I said otherwise you’ll have one less leg.”
You don’t need more motivation to act on his orders.
Taking a deep breath, you hesitantly spread your legs and place your palms flat against the wall.
“Spread ‘em more. That shouldn’t be anything new to you.”
You wince at his dig but continue to widen the stance between your legs.
He smiles at your compliance.
“Good. This should be fairly easy, I mean the room is already dark enough to count as having a blindfold. Whatever you do, just don’t move.”
You wouldn’t know it, but he’s sincerely saying it for your sake. He’s glad for the safety of the dark, because he doesn’t want you to see the way he hastily wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans as he prepares himself for his next move.
The room goes dark, his fire has been put out.
You inhale softly, blood pounding in your heart as your hands shake in anticipation.
Then all of a sudden, a fireball comes barreling right towards you, in between your parted legs.
You shriek and jerk, but luckily you’re saved from being singed.
“I told you not to move, babe.” He clicks his tongue and rubs his erection absentmindedly.
A second, then third bolt of fire comes at the side of your head, singing your hair and then dangerously close to your already burnt stomach.
At each one you sob and do your best not to move, not to take in Dabi’s utterly emotionless face as you wail for mercy.
The last one comes so powerful that as it strikes the wall next to you, flecks of ash sting your cheeks and lips.
Your knees are jelly, your mouth is aching from begging for your life as he wanted.
But you know he’s done when he lets out a loud yawn and groan as he stretches his arm and flexes his fingers.
“A-are we done?” You sniffle.
He says nothing at first. You just hear him ask a couple steps towards you, his boots echoing in the room. You assume he stops in front of you because you can feel his body in front of your kneeling figure.
His hand descends and feels around until he reaches the top of your head. Stroking softly, he twirls locks through his fingers and gently shushes you until your hiccups subside, and you lean your forehead against his thigh.
“‘You happy it’s done? You did so well for me, sweetheart.”
“Yes Dabi. Thank you,” you utter softly, knowing it’s what he wants to hear.
“Yeah? How thankful are you?”
You still at that.
He starts to unbuckle his belt.
You pull your head back, and he pulls his pants down.
“Dabi-“
“Shhh, don’t ruin this. Just keep your mouth shut and let your body do the talking. Show me how grateful you are that I spared your fucking life.”
The gentle way he handled you clashed with his harsh words, and you have a moment of whiplash.
He kneels down in front of you and lets his hands wander in the dark until he meets your torso.
You hiss at the sensitive flesh, but he doesn’t stop. He just moves his hand under your shirt and higher, pushing your bra up until your tits spill from the bottom of it.
He bites his lip as you whimper from his touch, his thumbs swirling around your nipples and prodding the squishy flesh.
Dabi gets more eager when you throw your head back at one particularly rough squeeze and shuffles even closer, his pants and underwear at his knees, member bouncing out in the open air.
“Take your panties off,” he rasps, furiously stroking his cock.
You surrender and slowly pull your sweats off, and then your panties as you hear him lightly panting in eagerness.
The second he hears them drop to the floor he lunges for your feet and yanks your forward, catching you in his lap as you yelp.
It’s pitch black, but he can feel you clear as day.
The tickle of your hair hanging in his face, your sweet smell clouding his rationale, the melodious sounds of fear and pleasure mixed with pain make his prick stand painfully at attention, weeping at the slit for your pussy.
He doesn’t even bother taking your shirt off in impatience, he simply barks at you to hold the hem up so he can feel your breasts bouncing against his face when he motorboats them.
You, however, shakily hold his hand at your waist when he pulls you forward until your bare hole presses against his length, coating it with light juices.
“Oh fuck, doll, your pussy’s practically begging me to fuck it. ‘You like having your life in danger? No wonder you keep fucking up,” he groans as he moved beneath you, letting his hips rock back and forth to gain friction from under you.
“Wait, go slowly-“
“No the fuck I won’t,” he interrupts. You have enough sense to bite back any retorts from the subtle growl in his words.
He lifts you up from underneath your ass, and you raise your hips in compliance as he grabs his dick, circling it around your swollen nub and then pressing it against your entrance.
You breath shakily and run your hands through his hair, not so much in a loving gesture but tightly in futile hopes to deter him in any possible way.
He takes it either way as you wanting him equally, and without further ado he slams your hips down on his whole length.
You howl in pain as he begins bouncing you, pressing down on your shoulders and forcing your poor cunt to envelope him fully at each stroke.
The room is filled with the lewd sounds of your ass clapping on his dick, the mixed fluids from both of your bodies and the harmonies of his low grunts and your high pitched whines.
You can feel his dick twitch violently inside of you as he nears his climax. He flips you over on your back and starts pounding into you, laughing cruelly in your face as you cry out from the intensity of his strokes.
“D-Dabi! Pull out, I’m not on birth control!”
“Good.”
You open your eyes to stare at him in horror, barely making out the marred features of his face.
“I’m gonna fill you up with my babies. You’re gonna be plugged with my cum from now on, ‘s the only way you’ll stop running.”
“Get the fuck off me, this isn’t funny-!”
He grabs your rising fists and pins them back against the floor, crushing your wrists in the process.
“Who said I’m laughing?” And he isn’t laughing anymore, no, on the contrary he looks the most serious that he’s ever been, and that terrifies you the most.
The upper half of his body is suspended in midair above you as his pelvis smashes against your clit in a steady rhythm.
“‘Bet you’d like that, bet you’d like having all your holes stuffed with my kids. They’re gonna grow up and know how slutty their mommy was, they’re gonna watch and learn how Daddy earned his name. You think they’ll cry when they hear you scream for me?”
You want to rip out your ears from the filth pouring from his mouth, but unfortunately your hands are trapped under his grasp.
All you can do is chant “no, no, no,” under your breath as he’s pushed over the edge.
“Or maybe I’ll tie your legs against the barstools outside and let every man out there have his way with you. You missed them, right? I’m sure they missed you too, I’m sure they missed the way you’d fuck them the second they made you laugh,” bitterness seeps into his voice as ropes of cum shoot out.
He moans loudly in your ear and collapses against your body, sweat intermingling in the cervices of your entangled limbs.
It takes around three minutes for you both to catch your breaths, and for him to shakily raise himself on his elbows to peer down into your ruddy face.
“Clean yourself up. You’re going back to my room. And this time, if you try to run we’ll repeat this entire process again, but I’ll actually let everyone have their way with you. It’ll be like an orgy version of Russian Roulette, well all place bets on whose kid it is.”
You don’t miss the rest of the League, anymore
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kavikaslana · 4 years ago
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Shigaraki smut because I’m bored
NSFW | Pairing shigaraki x female reader | degrading, oral, masturbation, restraining | Dom shiggy | Smut and some fluff (eventually)
A/N : I don’t write smut so I don’t know how good this is lol
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It almost seemed like it was intentional.
When you first joined the league, you were wearing a short, black skirt along with black thigh high boots and a dark red top. You barely had any makeup on, and you had a choker that seemed too big for your neck. Your hair covered most of your face, and your blindfold covered your eyes, leaving only your mouth visible.
The way you walked didn’t help. You hips swayed with every step you took, sometimes making your skirt ride up. Your top had a deep V neck shape, revealing some of your chest.
You sat down at the bar, taking a sip of your whiskey. You originally agreed to meet with them a month ago to talk about an alliance, but your group had disbanded. Dabi convinced you to join instead.
He couldn’t help but stare. Your h/c hair covered your ears and rested on your back, curling slightly at the end. Your quirk wasn’t special, it was useful but you couldn’t do much with it either. Yet there was still something captivating him, whether it was the mystery of what was behind your blindfold, or what was under your clothes.
He stared at you, your beautiful voice filling the room as Dabi introduced you to toga and twice. He didn’t even notice you approaching him.
“So you must be Shigaraki, nice to meet you!” You said, your voice filled with excitement. Your smile seemed to make the room that much brighter.
He wanted to say something, but you were already gone, his eyes going back to staring into space.
He would catch himself coming out of his room more just to hear your voice. You never took off your blindfold around anyone except Dabi, it was a little strange to him. Out of all the people, why would you show dabi, especially when you had him. He would cherish your beautiful eyes. Hell, he hasn’t even seen them and yet he still finds himself trying to figure out what color your eyes are, getting lost in his own imagination.
Your smile seemed to brighten the room. Every time you entered a room, all eyes were on you. He couldn’t decide if he hated it or if he liked it, most likely both. Men would go up to you, asking you out, but he knew it was only to see what was under your clothes. They were all little boys in a man’s body to him.
He could’ve treated you the way you deserved, if only you weren’t so goddamn scary. Your insults were never held back. You would say what was on your mind, whether it was a compliment or something that could completely ruin one’s self esteem. Every time someone had approached you with the familiar bouquet of flowers, you would turn them down, insulting and slapping them before turning around. He couldn’t risk it, not with the way he thinks of himself. You’d only dig a deeper hole into him, it’s not like his opinion about himself was necessarily good anyway.
Group pictures sent to him by toga would always end up covered in his seed, even if it was an innocent picture of you and twice. Hell, he’d take anything he could get. Bedsheet after bedsheet would end up stained and ruined, and he’d have to wipe off his phone afterwards.
His eyes would move over everything about you. Your neck, your hips, your smile, anything was good enough for him. He’d focus on your face the most though, trying to imagine how well you’d take him. Your neck was a good one too, oh what he’d give to see the collar he had gotten on you.
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His pants were getting tighter by the second it seemed. You were so close to him, he couldn’t help it. Your scent filled the air. Dabi had spilled his liquor on your shirt, allowing some of it to become transparent. He couldn’t help but look, thank god “father” was covering his face.
He quickly got up after he had memorized that scene, sprinting back to his room before locking the door and palming his erection, biting his lip as he leaned against the door. Moving his hand down to his pants, he pulled them down. Pre had already stained his clothes unfortunately, but he didn’t care about that right now.
He could hear you yelling at Dabi behind the door. Normally, he’d be terrified that you’d yell at him next, but this was a special case. He started stroking his cock, smearing pre over his lower half. His lip had started to bleed due to the pressure he put it on in an attempt to muffle his groans.
God, he couldn’t get enough. Your shirt was transparent, just enough to the point where he could see your bra. Some had gotten on your thighs, and some was on your face. He could’ve cleaned you off if you would let him, but you were to busy with Dabi to pay attention to him. Oh what he’d give to see your bra on the floor in his bedroom.
He came in his hand, his seed dripping onto the floor, earning a drawn out moan from him. The noise had stopped, and he started panicking. What if you hear him? What would you do if you did? Surely you’d humiliate him in front of everyone. Everything seemed to stop. His head was spinning, and his heart seemed to jump out of his chest.
A few minutes later, you slammed your door shut. That’s all it took for him to calm down.
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After about a month, Shigaraki had warmed up to you. He let you in his room. He had a tall bookshelf in the corner, filled with mangas from multiple different anime’s on one shelf, and video games on the next. There were clothes on the floor, but you expected there to be. The only clean areas were his bed, his computer, and his couch. The rest was either covered in energy drink cans or clothes, most likely both.
He sat down on his couch, motioning for you to sit next to him. He started up a movie as you curled up into your hoodie, the room was colder than you’d expected. After about 5 minutes of shivering, you moved closer to him, curling up in his lap, trying to warm up.
What an unfortunate spot for you to be.
He tried to move you, but every time he repositioned you, you ended up back on the same spot, right on his hardening cock. You already assumed that whatever was poking you was a key or a pocket knife.
Every time you moved, your ass rubbed against his cock. He had to bite his lip to stop himself from moaning in your ear. He wasn’t complaining, but it wasn’t exactly the best thing that could happen right now. How would you react if you found out your boss had a thing for you, getting to the point where he gets hard just thinking about you? You’d call him a creep, wouldn’t you?
You only noticed when you felt something wet against you. You got out of his lap and took off your skirt to inspect the wet spot. That only made his throbbing erection worse. His cock was painfully hard, the last thing he needed was for you to humiliate him, even if it was only you two.
Looking down at him sitting on the couch, you finally noticed the tent in his pants. He couldn’t even look at you, he just sat there, waiting for you to insult him.
“I’m sorry... it just happened. I tried to move you! I swear! It’s not my fault...” he mumbled, letting his hair cover his face so he didn’t have to look at you.
Imagine the surprise on his face when you kissed him.
He wasted no time in forcing your mouth open for his tongue. Immediately, he started groping anywhere he could reach, his hands slipping under your hoodie. You tried to pull away to breathe, but he didn’t let you, holding your head in place, still trying to get a taste of you.
He pulled away, eagerly taking off your clothes, only leaving you in your underwear, before doing the same. He pulled you on his lap, biting your neck to leave proof that he was there, that he had you, even for a few minutes. His grip on you tightened, he didn’t want this to be the last time.
Your blindfold was still on, that’s the one thing he didn’t try to take off. You slowly removed it, dropping it on the floor as he picked you up and carried you to the bed. His eyes tearing up a little bit from the thought of you leaving. He didn’t even realize you took your blindfold off.
He didn’t find disgust when he looked into them, most people would have despised him, calling him a creep and a pervert. You didn’t seem to care that he was staring at you. All he found was soft, e/c eyes staring back into his. It made his heart stop, he could get lost in your eyes for hours.
He reached behind you to unclip your bra. He couldn’t believe you didn’t push him away, everyone else would have. His chuckle made your eyes glow more than they already did, a small smile appearing on your face, barely noticeable from where he was.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back into a heated kiss, his hands exploring your thighs as you let him have you. He took in every scent, every sound, every movement, anything that had to do with you. He loved it, it made his heart ache thinking it would end.
He moved one of your hands to his member, his precum staining his boxers. You pulled away and kissed his jaw, squeezing his cock through his boxers, earning a yelp from him as he started thrusting his hips into your touch.
You removed his boxers, revealing his throbbing member. It definitely wasn’t small, and you weren’t sure how it’d fit. Tomura’s a fairly skinny guy, but his cock was the opposite. Long and thick, the head of it covered in his precum, already covering your hand.
He groaned as you moved your hand up and down it, his eyes closing as he threw his head back. It felt so good to have a girl touch him so intimately, especially you. He forced your head down, your lips just an inch away from the leaking head of his cock.
His breathing picked up as he pushed your head down on his cock. God, you felt good. He started thrusting into your mouth, giving you no time to adjust. It wasn’t bad, not at all, the only thing you could complain about was your jaw starting to hurt.
It didn’t take him long to finish. He pulled your head back before throwing you back against the bed. His hands found their way to your wrists, pinning them above your head. You looked so pretty with his cum on you, he couldn’t resist taking a picture!
As you tried to get comfortable, he slid his hand under your underwear, making you freeze.
“Damn, you really are a slut, aren’t you?” He said, a small chuckle following not long after as he shoved a finger inside, your whimpers only fueling him.
“It would be a shame to let you go, wouldn’t it? You’d make such a good little pet, just for me...” he said, his voice low and husky as he leaned against your ear.
Pushing two fingers into you, he rubbed your clit with his thumb, cherishing every noise you made, memorizing every moan and whine that came out of your mouth. Every little movement, every little sound, he had memorized, just in case this was the only time, in case you actually grew brain cells and realized what was going on.
He knelt down, his face eye-level with your dripping little cunt. He pulled his fingers out and licked them, cherishing your taste. Slowly, he pushed his tongue in, letting you get used to the feeling before lapping at your walls.
His hands grabbed your thighs, keeping you from closing your legs around his head as he continued his assault. With every lick, he moaned shamelessly against your clit. Your lewd noises only fueled him as he pulled you closer to him.
“C’mon little slut, I’m waiting. It’s alright, go ahead and let yourself go, I won’t complain.” He said, his smirk growing as he lowered his head again, hands gripping your thighs harder.
He licked up every drop of your cum, whether it was on his bed or on you. He got up, immediately pinning your arms as he crawled on top of you. He lowered his head to bite your neck, more proof that he was there, and proof that it had actually happened.
He pulled your hips up to meet his own, lining ha cock against your entrance as he pushed the tip in. He let you adjust to just his tip before he slammed the rest of his member into you. Your pleas for him to slow down falling on deaf ears as he pounded into your tight little cunt.
“Good girl, you’re taking me so well! I’ll break you slowly, sound good? I’m sure you’ll be fine. You were already so fucking wet for me, weren’t you? You like being held by your boss, don’t you? C’mon little slut, let me hear how good I make you feel, it’s just us!” He whispered in your ear, his pace never ceasing.
You couldn’t even speak, only managing to get one or two words out before getting cut off by your own noises. All you could do was nod, but that seemed to get the message through.
He sped up, chasing his own release as he played with your thighs, kneading the soft skin on one before moving his hand back to your hips.
“That’s it baby, just like that! You’re doing so well! It’d be a shame to stop now, but I don’t think you want me to.”
He finished with a groan, taking his cock out of your swollen cunt, letting both of your juices leak out before taking a picture. He’d have material for weeks now.
He laid down next to you, slipping on your hoodie for you before pressing his chest against your back. His arms found their way around your waist. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, leaving gentle kisses along your collarbone and up your neck.
“You won’t leave me... right?” He asked, his voice quiet and weak as he spoke, barely audible at all.
“Of course not shig! Why would you think that? Is something wrong?” You asked, your voice stained with concern. All he did in response was shake his head.
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“What’s wrong with him!” You shouted, unaware that Tomura was behind the door, waiting with food he had gotten for you. “He just won’t leave me alone Toga, what’d I even do? He’s persistent, and its getting on my nerves.” You said, his heart broke into a million pieces.
This wasn’t you, it couldn’t be. It was just one of twice’s clones, it had to be! There was no way his loving girlfriend would say anything like that about him... right?
“You could just tell shig doll.” Dabi spoke up, his figure looming over yours as he moved to the door. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind taking care of it, just one less asshat for both of you.”
“He’s busy, and every time I try to talk to him, he gets dragged away by someone. So tell me, how am I supposed to do that? He’s barely ever alone with me anyway.” You said, clearly annoyed, though it did help you to know Dabi at least thought about a solution for you. Guess he did care at least some.
Toga stood in silence as Shigaraki tried to process what he had heard. Your food was getting cold by the time he realized it wasn’t about him. Slowly, he waited for a description, but he never got one.
Instead, he followed you for the day. Waiting for this so called “asshat” to approach you. So far, everyone that had approached you had a reason, whether it was to talk about an upcoming mission or to ask about your relationship.
Just as he was leaving for a meeting, that little son of a bitch had showed up. He was being really touchy with you, grabbing you from behind and talking to you like you were old pals. It made Tomura’s blood boil.
“Y/N! We’re late, let’s go.” He shouted, just looking for some excuse to get you away from him.
The second you were within his reach, he grabbed you. Quickly biting your neck before licking the wound. He pampered you with kisses, holding you tightly against him. Your face might as well be the color red itself. He only stopped to glare at the other male, who was watching in disbelief, before going back to you.
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He always had you next to him from then on, whether it was just for a quick meeting or a conversation with Re-destro. The only exception was missions, you weren’t even allowed to go anywhere outside of the base without him or one of the original league members, maybe even Re-destro or Trumpet if he was in a good mood.
There were days he’d clear his schedule just so he could stay in bed with you for an extra few hours before you woke up.
When he’d leave, there would always be a pile of his clothes on his gaming chair for you. He’d gotten you shoes to match his. He let you paint his nails once or twice before as well. He’d walk around the base with his hands on display, clearly taking pride in them, all because it was done by you. Toga would laugh with Dabi, twice would argue with himself about whether it was cute or not, and the other males would ignore it.
Every night, he’d usually come back to his room with you sleeping in his bed. On rare occasions when you couldn’t sleep, you’d curl up in his lap and sleep. He’d have to carry you back to his room from his spot in meetings, kissing your forehead before going back to reviewing mission plans.
On rare occasions that you were awake, you’d leave food on the bedside table for him in case he got back before you. Little stickers would be placed on the side of the plate, almost always left by toga or twice. You had given up on taking them off, for every time you’d remove one, another one would show up in the same spot.
The first time you had gotten your period, he freaked out. You were mad at him and he didn’t even know why! He thought he fucked up, that you’d break up with him the second you calmed down. Eventually, Toga explained it to him. She would give him small snacks for him to leave next to you. Rings, roses, necklaces, and food would be left as peace offerings. If you needed anything he’d get it, whether you asked for it or not. He did find it cute when you’d sit in the pile of clothes he had worn for the day in one of his hoodies, but you’d never let him actually put them back on.
You’d both spend hours trying out games. He bought you your own controller and wrote your name on it. The second anyone would touch it, he’d throw the nearest object at them, whether it was a chair or a pen.
You’d walk around the base in his clothes, which were clearly too big on you. Sometimes you’d even attempt to match him. You’d bandage your limbs and slip on some of his clothes in order to look like him. The only difference in clothing was your blindfold and “father”. He’ll drag you around and show you off for the whole day. Don’t complain please, it makes him happy when you act like it’s fun, even if it isn’t.
The only time either of you would take off your face covering was when you two were alone. Every time, he’d get lost in your eyes as you held his hand. Artist gloves were worn every time, just in case. He couldn’t get enough of you. Every detail, every noise, and every movement was memorized.
He was changing the whole world for you, whether he admits it or not.
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I really don’t like how it turned out but it’s been in my drafts for a long time
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codenamesazanka · 4 years ago
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TOGA!
and the answer she’s looking for: a very long ramble. 
Toga! Toga Himiko! Her quirk lets her transform into anyone she wants, provided she’s got their blood. When she was 14, she reportedly stabbed a classmate she had a crush on to take a sip of his blood, and from then on, she’s been on the run. Spent the next two years on the streets, dodging Heroes and avoiding capture, until she joined the League of Villains. Now she’s 17 years old - still a minor, though, and that’s likely why Giran says her name has been kept under wraps, at least until Kamino:
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So that’s 14+ years of her life living as a “normal” kid, going to school, having friends, living with a family— as far as we know, out of the League, Toga is the one member that had been living most adjacent to the standard norms of the world; been enculturated/socialized as a person living in a Hero society. (Shigaraki was raised from age 5 by All For One, Twice was on his own as an homeless orphan for more than half his life, Spinner was a hikkikomori, etc) She was from “the other side”, she was from the “right” side, part of the civilian population that Heroes had a duty to protect.
In other words, she would’ve learned, from an early age, that when she’s in trouble, a Hero will come save her. Heroes are good people, Heroes are there to help, Heroes protect everyone. Symbols of justice and peace, associated with fairness and kindness and all that nice stuff, etc etc. Heroes are people who save people.
So... why is Toga so scared of Heroes?
Ever since her attack on her classmate, she’s been running, desperate to avoid capture. When I say ‘desperate’, I do mean desperate.
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Everyday she has had to run, and so she had to learn some street smarts, gain new skills, train her instincts. Within two years, she’s mastered her quirk and all it entails - like observing people, behaving just as the original person did or close enough, and measuring the exact amount of blood needed to finish her goal without killing the person (Camie). Within two years, she can hold her own in a knife fight and more, she has learned to be sneaky as heck and gain a frankly supernatural level of hiding, and who knows what else.
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Which is understandable. She’s up against multiple Pro Heroes, which Shigaraki has said regular Villains don’t stand a chance against, probably because Heroes are trained combatants who have mastered their quirks and have years of experience. So she had to learn fast and quick. Toga says the trick is to not see the training as training - because to her, it wasn’t, it was like being thrown into a rushing river to learn how to swim or else drown.
But still— why? Why this amount of fear? Why throw her lot with Villains and the underworld at 14 years old, instead of going to juvenile court and rehabilitation?
Why in the world did she think she’ll be better off hiding among vicious, dangerous Villains than Heroes that are supposed to help her, like she’s been (supposedly, I admit) taught her whole life? Heroes, who are people who save other people.
And she’s still scared! She’s joined up with the nation’s most notorious terrorists, but she kept her wariness. Moment more Class A students - kids younger than her, still just trainees - shows up, she’s retreating, she picking flight over fight.
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—saying she doesn’t want to die. It’s a statement that I think we can logically say comes from a belief of something like, “Heroes can kill me,” which then also logically means—
To Toga, getting caught by Heroes will mean she’ll be killed by them.
No, she’s not insane. No, she’s not some airheaded teenager prone to melodrama. No, she’s not a ‘psychopath’. Toga’s got some strange ideas about love, but otherwise she’s perfectly functional: she’s clever, she’s able to assess the situation and risks and act upon that information, and she’s shown to be observant and empathetic to her teammates, especially Jin. Any ‘damage’ she has isn’t from reasoning or understanding social norms and cues. She’s smart, she gets people, and she knows that as a Villain, she’s liable to be executed by a Hero. Even if that was just a fear before, she’s now seen it happen in reality to Twice.
I think we can all agree that in a civil society, people who have done wrong still deserves to have the right to due process and a trial, and not be executed right then and there on the street. That’s the agreement most societies has come to on conflict resolution - innocent until proven guilty beyond reasonable doubt, and despite what crimes you’ve committed, there’s a system to give you a fair chance for amends and atonement. Ideally, when you know you’ve done something wrong, you’ll turn yourself in because you expect to still be treated as a person and that the justice you’ll receive is appropriate. At the very least, that’s the better option than living the rest of your life on the run, always looking over your shoulder, possibly committing even more crimes because you’ve run out of options in your effort to not get caught.
But that’s not what’s happening here, with Toga. Whatever she learned from her 14 years of life in Hero Society tells her that now that she has committed a crime, a Hero will come and kill her.
And that’s kinda messed up. Why is that?
Putting aside Twice’s situation for now, we haven’t seen blatant proof of this - that if you’re a Villain, you might as well have a target painted on your head for a sniper’s bullet. What we have seen is the masses’ quick and harsh condemnation of potential criminals. Toga’s parents essentially disowned her after the stabbing incident.
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But even with people who haven’t done anything wrong yet, people are so quick to judge.
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“Does he even have a future?” That’s harsh, Journalist man. Bakugou’s a kid, 15 years old, he’s the victim here of a Villain plot, and here you’re talking about “no future” - meaning no career, no functional role in society, no chance for a normal life. That’s like giving him up for the dead. There’s not even a body and you’re already chipping in the words for the gravestone. Except maybe even worse, because there’s at least the courtesy to not speak ill of the dead; Villains tho, Villains are ‘bad’, ‘evil’, ‘violent’. Demon child.
What we have seen is a terrifying ostracization of anyone deemed criminal, considered acting against a Hero’s work, considered outside the norm. You’ve got people giving up on you, you’ve got your property getting vandalized—
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And maybe you even eventually get a lost kid denied help for not looking like a proper victim.
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If you’ve got any association with being a Villain, Heroes aren’t gonna help you. Even if that’s not true, I think people can be forgiven for thinking that from what we’ve seen. Toga certainly thinks this. Villains won’t be helped, even if they need it. That’s what she has gleaned from all her years living in Hero society; that’s what all the Heroes might do to her, if she ever gets caught, and she’s not getting caught to find out; and now that’s what she has seen, her friend dying right in front of her, killed by a Hero. Villains - and those who approach that label in any capacity - don’t get saved by Heroes; they are at best defeated, at worse killed.
So then, if Heroes are people who save other people, then who exactly are those who Heroes don’t save?
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And that’s the answer she needs to know.
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strawberrymillks · 4 years ago
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i think there’s something to be said about the disparity between reactions to shigaraki and dabi
note: this isn’t me saying shigaraki doesn’t deserve empathy, or a chance to be saved, because he does and i’m glad that people are finally recognizing him as a victim that they failed. rather, what i mean is that even despite horikoshi’s attempt to break the boundaries between “heroes” and “villains,” he still falls victim to the same trap.
see, shigaraki and dabi parallel each other in the way they were both groomed by an adult to fulfill their goals for them while the adult would essentially live vicariously through them (a bit more literally in afo’s case however). one difference is that dabi escaped, and shigaraki didn’t. 
another is that shigaraki was groomed by a villain, and dabi a hero.
and even now we can see the difference. shigaraki is met with empathy (as he should) from the previous one for all holders and deku, a complete stranger to him, because he’s just a victim being used by all for one, a villain. dabi is treated as a nuisance by everyone and has had his trauma invalidated multiple times because his father is a hero and is trying to be better. by random people, by other heroes, and by his own family. the top three heroes are currently targeting him to “stop” him, whatever that means, when all for one just escaped prison. random people are showing support to endeavor, heroes say that dabi should have kept quiet about the abuse because it doesn’t involve hero society
and that’s because shigaraki’s storyline is about breaking free from all for one’s control and becoming his own person. dabi’s storyline is about... endeavor redeeming himself.
endeavor is met with huge amounts of support and sympathy from everyone, including his own victims. they all take on the burden of his treatment of touya, because apparently it’s not only his fault and it falls on everyone including the literal children. his treatment of touya is framed as a misguided parent who made a few mistakes here and there, rather than an intentionally neglectful and abusive father. touya is treated as too stubborn to stop on his own, and he’s the one harming himself, therefore it’s his fault. this was the sentiment they had back when he was a child, and this is still the sentiment they have now. 
touya needs to be stopped, endeavor needs to fight him. rei is apologizing to hox for what touya did to him, never mind the fact that he only did it because hox traumatized him by murdering his friend in front of him, and then proceeded to gaslight his reaction. no one brings up the possibility that hox is just there to... kill their son although he has already shown he’s capable of killing people on dabi’s side. deku recognizes shigaraki as a victim, but dabi is worse than his abuser because at least his abuser is trying to be better now.
endeavor is surrounded by people he cares about and people who apparently care about him. he gets to cry about how the past is coming back to bite him and have people support him and pick him back up. dabi is alone with only his trauma and physically cannot cry because his father intentionally left him alone while he burned to death in a forest.
don’t get me wrong. i don’t doubt that touya will somehow be saved in the end. endeavor’s redemption cannot work if touya dies or the manga ends with him unredeemed. as terrible as the framing is, the story makes it clear that the way he treated touya was wrong (even if it acts like he just made some mistakes) and that the only way endeavor can reconcile himself as both a father and a hero is by saving touya.
what i don’t like is that touya’s storyline hinges on endeavor’s. notice how i say i know touya will be fine by the end because of his importance to endeavor. while shigaraki’s arc is about breaking free from all for one’s control, dabi’s is about reconciling endeavor’s two sides, the father and the hero. 
there could have been better ways to do this. the damage has already been done with setting up endeavor’s redemption arc years before the touya reveal and backstory. sympathy has already been generated, both in and out of universe. and dabi is the one suffering for it.
it’s possible we’ll see more of dabi’s own separate arc as the manga continues. but the way his backstory was told doesn’t give me much hope. i also expect that at some point dabi will have to have his own moment of vulnerability in front of someone the way shigaraki and toga did, but the idea that someone has to be a soft, crying victim to generate sympathy is... harmful, because not all victims are soft and crying and that doesn’t make them any less of a victim.
(side note: i do think part of this is set up for a sort of “the adults don’t understand” idea which is just... insane to me. this became more evident with 304, only for 305 to supposedly reveal that nana was testing deku and she does want to save shigaraki. this makes things even more confusing because nana desires to save shigaraki and yet rei still thinks her abusive husband needs to be the one to fight his abuse victim?)
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nerdism01 · 3 years ago
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Coughing Up A Lung
(Content Warnings: smut, praise kink, coming untouched, choking)
People often assumed the worst thing about being reduced to a patchwork of dead flesh, purple burn scars, and bits of healthy skin was the hideous appearance itself. 
It's not that his new looks hadn't startled Dabi at first (Touya had woken up in agony, and the first time he had seen his reflection in an abandoned gas station mirror, he had broken down with weak screams and terrified tears, hyperventilating until he had fainted).
But really, his outward appearance had not been on his list of priorities, even though there would always be an underlying feeling of self-hatred now, different from before. In the long run, his horrendous appearance had actually been advantageous, especially through the years he spent as trash on the streets. With his dangerous Quirk and his explosive attitude, Dabi had managed to stay alive and out of trafficking rings and whatever else was going on in the underground.
And later, with the League, no one had cared that he looked like Frankenstein's monster, not with figures like a lizard-man and a guy made of smoke as his teammates. 
So no, looking like a freak was not the worst about his injuries.
What really sucked, though, was the constant pain. The agony of having to staple his body together was worse than the flames that had caused the damage in the first place. The anguish was endless, a dull (and sometimes not so dull) ache that coursed through every vein like liquid fire. The only upside was that most nerve endings in some of the dead patches of skin and flesh had been fried, too.
Beneath his eyes, for example. No matter how much he prodded, he could not feel the touch. 
The worst, though, was the care it took to make sure the open wounds wouldn't get infected. Living in crappy, run-down bars and abandoned warehouses, though, that task was almost impossible to achieve.
He had no clean bandages, no medicine or creams or shit to keep his scars sanitized. He was cramped in with a group of six other people, all messy and sweaty, who hadn't seen a shower in years. He slept on dirt-covered floors or moth-infected thin mattresses, and food was a rarity.
Villainy didn't pay as well as people might expect. But citizens with Quirks that scared people, like Shigaraki or Toga, didn't get the choice of living a normal life. Mutant-quirks were frowned upon, and their holders were treated like they were dirt beneath others' shoes. Spinner had always been treated like a villain, so it was only natural he would someday resort to villainy. 
A society that admired heroes, where heroines wore skin-tight bodysuits that left nothing to imagination, where heroes like Endeavor were called saints, for being strong and ambitious, that's the kind of society that birthed villains like Dabi. A culture that worshipped the perfect was a culture that brought forth a generation of misfits and monsters who had no other way to fight for the right to live than to resort to violence.
Dabi fit in there somewhere, he was sure, but the wish for a better society was not was drove him, what allowed him to use his Quirk until his healthy skin blistered, a dream that kept him awake at night. 
No, what he wanted was good old revenge. He needed it, craved it, for the childhood he was never allowed to have, for the years spent trapped inside that hell he called home, for every burn and bruise and broken bone, for every time his mom flinched away from him, for the tears and screams and pleas that went unheard, for every person who chose to ignore the evidence on his body because he was the Number One's son.
What Dabi needed was peace of mind, to bring Endeavor to his knees and make him beg like Dabi had so many times before, and then he would unleash his flames, hotter than anything Endeavor could ever call forth, and he would cremate his father until nothing but ashes was left. He needed to know the monster beneath his bed was gone for good, so Dabi could finally sleep without waking up shaking, barely keeping his stomach content inside. 
With Endeavor dead, Dabi never ever had to be afraid again, and the all-consuming rage would burn out like an over-used candle.
But right now, Dabi was not taking revenge on anyone, not with his head thrumming like someone was playing the fucking drums behind his eyes, his blocked nose running, and body wracked with shivers. Goosebumps rose along his spindly arms, and not even the heat from his fire could chase away the cold festering inside his body. 
His immune system was shit, and now he had caught something, and it had brought Dabi to his knees. A sneeze shook him, skin stretching around the staples on his face. "Fuck," he rasped, glaring at Toga where she was perched at the end of the ratty old couch he had made his sickbed. The girl had a worried frown on her face, twiddling her knives with restless energy. 
"We could steal some medicine," suggested Twice timidly, adding, "No, let him die!" Dabi rolled his eyes with a groan, facing away from the two. He never would have allowed himself to be vulnerable in front of anyone from the League, but after almost passing out recruiting, Spinner hadn't left him much of a choice, threatening to tell Kurogiri, who would without a doubt resort to chaining Dabi to the couch with Quirk-cancelling cuffs to get him to rest. 
"You don't even know what kind of medicine would help," he spat, turning his back to them. "You'd only make it worse." He didn't need fucking babysitters, he was fine. A little weak in the knees, yes, but being confined to the fucking couch, bein worried about, it made something ugly stir in his chest. 
A cough rattled his ribs, sending painful twinges through his upper body. A pained moan slipped from his lips, Dabi tucking his legs closer to his chest. "Just fuck off," he growled, a yawn tearing at his mouth. Fuck, he was tired. 
He could hear Toga shuffling behind him, and then a ripped blanket was carefully placed over his shoulders. He stiffed, heart thumping irregularity. "Sleep well, Dabi," sing-songed the teenager, two pairs of footsteps leaving the room. 
What the fuck? His fingers gently traced the outline of the blanket, holes and tears covering the thin material. When was the last time someone cared enough about him to worry about his well-being? 
He swallowed, dry throat burning. His eyelids drooped, and Dabi suppressed another yawn. Curling closer around the blanket, he closed his eyes, sighing heavily. His limbs still felt like lead and his head was heavy, and it didn't take long for Dabi to slip into oblivion. 
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Awareness came slowly, draggingly, Dabi floating somewhere between unconsciousness and consciousness. His head was stuffed with cotton, warmth covering him from all sides. With a groan, he peeled his eyes open, sleep still weighing heavy on him. 
It was bright, sun rays glaring into his face. Slamming his eyes back shut, a choked-off sound escaped him. Fuck, his head was killing him. Blinking rapidly, using his hands to shield his sensitive eyes, he took in his surroundings, panic crawling from his stomach to his chest as he realized he wasn't back at the base.
And Endeavor's firey face was glaring right at him. 
With a strangled yell, Dabi fell forward, barely noticing his knees scraping painfully against the hardwood floor, fire rising from his hands, engulfing everything in dancing blue flames. Smoke burned in his nose, tongues of fire rising higher and higher and higher... 
"What the actual hell?!" 
The yell slice through the muddled panic in his head, clearing any last traces of sleep and confusion. 
Breathing heavily, smoking still, Dabi turned around. Behind him, with a wide-eyed expression and open-mouthed shock, stood Hawks, wearing gray sweat pants and a very tight, long-sleeved shirt. 
"What the hell made you think it's okay to randomly light someone's living room on fire?!" the bird screeched, staring at Dabi as though the villain had lost his mind. Living room? 
Slowly sweeping his gaze around, Dabi took in the creme-colored walls, the wine-red couch he had been sleeping on, and the charred remains of Hawks' TV. 
TV... right, he had seen Endeavor on TV, not in real life. And he had reacted like scared little Touya and lost control. Fuck. He had lost it in front of Hawks of all people. 
Gaze returning to the hero, Dabi glared, daring him to mention it. Instead, he pointed at the steaming bowl Hawks was holding in careful hands. "What's that?" 
Hawks copied his glare, shoving the bowl into Dabi's face. "Soup. Which I made. For you, you living room destroying asshole." 
Today seemed to be full of surprises. With a frown, Dabi took the hot soup from the glowering hero, a weird feeling swelling inside his chest. Hawks and his fucking hero complex. 
Carefully, he brought the meal to his lips, sipping. 
"You like it?" 
"It's eatable."
With a snort, Hawks flipped him the finger, plopping down on the couch. Dabi joined him, taking larger gulps. To be honest, the soup was fucking delicious, and it made Dabi mad. But at least his throat didn't feel like gravel anymore.
"How did I get here anyway?" 
Hawks' lips curled into a playful grin, eyes twinkling mischievously. "I actually came by to drop off some things for Shigaraki, found you sound asleep, asked Toga what was wrong with you, and then carried you here bridal style, because that rat-infested shithole you call a hideout is not good for a sick person, villain or not."
Dabi spluttered, soup rising through his nose. Hawks had fucking carried him? Bridal style? Hell nah.
The smug look on Hawks' face pissed him off even more. Downing the soup, he put the bowl down with a clang. "You really make me want to punch you." 
Smirking, Hawks leaned back on the couch, propping one leg on the small table in front of him. Dabi could see the hero's muscles move through his shirt. "Try me." 
Fuck. Dabi's eyes roamed over the bird-man, staying far too long on certain areas. Hawks was such a fucking tease. 
Their relationship had been evolving from Dabi trying to set Hawks on fire and the latter trying to gain his trust, to weird flirting with a whole lot of insults, to finally resulting in Dabi fucking the hell out of the smaller man. 
Dabi grabbed Hawks by the shoulder, using his superior height as leverage to pull the hero into his lap. Hawks went with a surprised squeak, fingers gripping onto Dabi's shoulders. "What the-" 
Dabi wrapped a hand around his throat, squeezing gently, the hero trailing off wide-eyed. "Shut up, Birdy."
The shock seemed to have worn off, Hawks leaning into the touch, surprise melting into the dazed look of lust. "You're sick, Dabi."
"It's just a cold," he waved off, unoccupied hand trailing up Hawks' thigh. He could feel the hero swallow, fingers flexing. 
"Definitely just a cold," scoffed the winged man, and Dabi tightened his grip. Hawks moaned faintly, eyes closing. 
With a satisfied grin, Dabi pulled the hero closer by the throat, growling, "Shut your damn mouth, Birdie. You will do as I say, got it?" 
It wasn't really a question, but Hawks still nodded vigorously, pressing his neck into Dabi's hand. "Yeah, yes, I will," he murmured, hips moving. 
Dabi let go of his neck to tightly grip his hips, fingers pressing into the soft tissue of Hawks' pants. "Don't. Move." He kept his voice dangerously low, just how he knew turned Hawks on. 
They had learned early on that they were perfectly matched in bed. 
Hawks, who just wanted to let go of all responsibilities for a little while, being taken care of and ordered around by someone who had nothing but Hawks' own pleasure in mind.
Then there was Dabi, who hadn't had any control over his life for so long that it felt freeing to be able to control another human being without breaking them. 
It was a way for Dabi to distance himself from the abusive shit that was his father, because no matter how rough he got, Dabi would always put Hawks' pleasure first and care for him in the aftermath (even though he never stayed).
Hawks' stilled his hips with a whine, legs trembling as Dabi moved warm fingers beneath his shirt. "Were you planning this, hero, dressing up all for me?" he rasped into Hawks' ear, a heavy shiver wracking the other's body. 
"I-" 
"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" 
Hawks gasped as a pierced tongue ravished his throat. Craning his neck, the hero obediently offered Dabi more room, fingers tightening on the villain's shoulders. 
Little gasps left parted lips, and Dabi grinned before biting down right where neck met shoulder, drawing a heavy moan from the hero above him. 
A cough rose in his throat, which Dabi battled down violently. He would like to distract himself with the sweet sounds his hero made, thank you very much. 
Shifting, he pulled the winged man's hips down, groaning at the pressure on his clothed cock. "Fuck," he muttered, soaking up the pants and whines from above him. 
Hawks twitched, legs jerking slightly to rub their clothes erections together again, but Dabi kept his hips hovering just above his lap, smirking when Hawks dropped his head on Dabi's shoulder, barely audibly swearing him out. 
"Is that any way to treat your master, hero?" Hawks made an indignant sound, trying to voice his protest at the title, but Dabi pinched both his nipples just at the right time, and a high keening sound ripped through the hero. 
Dabi chuckled, pulling Hawks' shirt off fully, exposing toned muscles and white scars. "That's better," he commented, earning a weak glare from the hero. "My beautiful bird." 
Hawks' breath hitched, eyes snapping open. An exciting, giddy feeling rose inside Dabi, lighting a fire in his gut. "Oh, did you like that?" At Hawks' reluctant nod, Dabi's face broke into a wide grin, stapled skin straining. 
Hawks had a fucking praise kink. Not surprising, really, but definitely something he could exploit. With the dynamic between the two, Dabi could use this to his advantage beautifully. 
Hawks was being unusually compliant, keeping his mouth shut as Dabi traced his fingers over hard muscle. "So pretty," he crooned, and Hawks' wings fluttered, a happy sigh escaping him. 
Taking his hands off of the hero, he caught his golden stare. "Get to work, Pretty Bird." Hawks preened at the new nickname, fingers shaking as he fumbled to open Dabi's belt. 
He pulled out Dabi's half-erect cock, drawing a pleased moan from the scarred villain. "Just like that, Pretty Bird, use your hands." The hero caught a bottle of lube his feathers had brought in his hands, coating his fingers generously.
Dabi's head lolled back against the couch as Hawks went on, skilled fingers wrapping around the villain's erection. "You're doing so good, Birdie," he praised, earning a moan from the other man. "So good just for me," he continued, breath hitching as Hawks tightened his grip, gently rubbing his thumb over the head of Dabi's cock. 
"Fuck, Hawks, so good." Dabi moaned breathlessly, Hawks tightening his fingers when he moved his hands from the base of his cock to the head. Pleasure coursed through him, like fire lighting up the sky. 
Dabi was lost to the desire, heat gathering low in his stomach. His cock was weeping. 
With trembling fingers, he pulled Hawks closer, kissing up his neck with every stroke, sucking, biting, licking, swallowing up Hawks' breathless sounds of pleasure. 
"You're doing great, Pretty Bird," he breathed out, tugging at Hawks' bottom lips with his thumb. The hero moved his hand faster, the other one rubbing gently against Dabi's nipple through his shirt. 
Hawks sucked Dabi's thumb into his mouth with a whine, twisting his nipple and tightened his hold on Dabi's cock at the same time, and Dabi was pushed over the edge, spilling his release all over himself and Hawks' naked chest.
Dabi breathed heavily, slumping against the couch with a satisfied sigh, Hawks resting on top of his chest. "Fuck, Birdie," he muttered, running gentle fingers through blond curls. "You were so good."
Hawks shuddered, wings flaring out. Dabi watched, transfixed. Maybe next time he could test how sensitive those feathers really were.
"Want me to make you feel good, Pretty Bird?" he whispered, fully intending to return the same pleasure he had received. He moved to palm Hawks' erection, only to be met with wet fabric. 
Glancing down, he confirmed his suspicion. A slow smirk spread across his face. He tried to catch Hawks' eyes, but the hero averted his gaze, cheeks flushed. "Did you come just from that, Lil' Bird?" 
Hawks jutted out his lower lip, not meeting his eyes. 
The winged man had given Dabi hand jobs before but had never found release just from that. Unless... 
Dabi chuckled, grabbing the back of the hero's neck with spindly fingers. He pulled the other's ear next to his mouth, biting gently at the shell. Hawks let a soft sound slip, and Dabi whispered, "Or did you come from my voice in your ear, Birdie, telling you how beautiful you are, how good you're being to me?" The other's breath hitched, heart thrumming. "Did me calling you Pretty Bird push you over the edge?" 
A low, drawn-out whine escaped the flustered hero, his face hidden in Dabi's neck. "Stop being mean," he whimpered. Dabi laughed. Sometimes Hawks got like this after they'd had some fun, all whiny and kid-like. 
If Dabi weren't Dabi, he would call it cute. 
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