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ayatakami · 3 months ago

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Pairing: Touya Todoroki/Dabi x Y/N fic: one-shot CW: angst, based on the loathe song, slight amnesia Synopsis: Y/N and Touya were childhood friends. After his quirk got out of control, he 'died'. When he turned away from All For One, AFO decided to make him pay. By removing Y/N's memories of Touya. Taglist: @jenos-eye-smiles, @greenmanshoe, @porusuniverse

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖, 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖

𝔻𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕖? 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕖

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞? 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖?

Cobalt flames danced around the streets, Touya looked up at the night sky, seeing the stars. Deep inside there was a melancholy he couldn't put his finger on. It wasn't until he turned his head, watching his flames burn everything. Through the flicker of fire, he saw your face.

He felt tension at his core as a nostalgic feeling filled his veins. It was like a drug coursing through him to see you again. It has been years. He parted his flames, just enough to see you more. Another loose end he had to tie up from his wretched past.

He recognized you as his childhood friend, the one person besides Natsu that he spilled all of his secrets to. And you also healed him on several occasions. Maybe you would remember him. He turned to you, as he studied you. However, you just looked at him with terrified. He let his flames die down a little, as he slowly approached you.

"Y/N...?" He spoke out in a soft voice. "I'm surprised to see you here at this time at night..." He spoke softly as he walked by, stopping beside you. You froze for a minute, looking up at him. A bit off-put by his patchwork appearance. "Um...who are you...? H-How do you know my name?"

His voice held a bit of disappointment in it with sadness. "You really don't remember me, huh?" He searched your eyes for some sort of recognition for him. "We were best friends when we were kids..." "We...were...?" You tried to scramble your brain for the memory, but nothing came up.

He felt a small pang in his chest, knowing that you couldn't remember. It hurts a bit that you couldn't. But he shook it off as he leveled to your height, his hand moved to your cheek. Your eyes widened at the gesture as you tensed up, not sure why some random scary-looking stranger was caressing your face at the park.

His thumb stroked your cheek gently, the feeling reminded him of when you two were kids, as he always held your cheek like this to look at you. You were the only one he ever really felt close to. "I never thought you'd forget me..." Your expression softened, and the gesture felt familiar to you. His presence felt familiar but the memory was hazy.

His heart ached as you continued to stare at him with a muddled expression in your eyes. He was tempted to pull you into a hug but he refrained from doing so, not wanting to scare you off more. He took a deep breath as he stood up again, letting his hand drop from your cheek. He was trying to seem nonchalant, not wanting to show you just how affected he was that you didn't remember him. He ran his fingers through his hair. "What are you doing at this park anyways...?"

"I...sometimes...come here....to breathe I guess." You weren't sure why you were being so open with me. It just...felt right. He hummed slightly, surprised that you came here to all places considering the two of you used to hang out at this spot. He crossed his arms over his chest, watching you sit on one of the swings. The blue fire somehow did not bother you around as it encircled the park.

"Why this one?" He asked looking around at the back then back at you. You being here at his park, the way you found comfort here, the way he can almost imagine this same scene if you two were kids. "Why come here so often?"

"It just feels important." That sentence made his heart ache a bit more as he sighed. He knew all too well why this park was important to you, but you wouldn't know. He looked at you, as an idea came into his head. He walked over to you, his hands resting on the chain attached to the swing, just above yours. "Close your eyes."

You weren't sure why, but you listened to him, closing your eyes as your grip on the cold metal tightened. He reached up, brushing a hair behind your ears. It was a weird idea, but maybe it will make you remember. "You trust me, right?" Your common sense told you no, but something else told you that you trusted him for some reason. "I guess."

You waited nervously, not sure what was going to happen. Unbeknownst to you, he leaned closer to you, the distance between your faces was a few millimeters away. The silence between you two was deafening as you kept waiting to see what would happen.

His heart was pounding in his ears as he took a deep breath. Your lips were so tantalizing close to him that he could almost taste the lingering sweetness of your lip balm. He couldn't hold back anymore, he knew it was stupid and reckless but he wanted to know how you would react. He leaned forward and began to press his lips against yours.

At first, you wanted to shove him away, pull away from shock. But you didn't. For some reason, you melted into the kiss. It felt...right. He felt you lean into the kiss, making his heart flutter. He was not expecting your reaction at all, but it was welcomed by him. It was like a part of himself had come back to him, something he never realized was missing. He couldn't help but deepen the kiss as he gently pulled you up from the swing, and closer to him.

"What are you doing..?" You muttered as he pulled away from the kiss. He rested his forehead against yours as he caught his breath. The feeling was overwhelming and it took all his willpower to pull away. "I...don't really know." He mumbled in response, his voice was shakier than usual. Being this close to you was as intoxicating as a drug, he couldn't get enough.

"What's your name..?" He paused, the question breaking him out of his daze. "Touya...my name is Touya." You nodded, the name made your heart race but the memory was still foggy associated with the name. Your eyebrows furrowed together trying to recall. He gently ran his fingers through your hair in an attempt to soothe you.

"Were....we in love...?"

"Yes...we were..."

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #touya x reader #touya x y/n #touya todoroki #mha #boku no hero academia #ayatakami #IM STOPPING IT RIGHT HERE #I GOT TOO MANY THINGS TO WRITE #enjoy this quick word vomit #i keep forgetting the taglist kill me

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dilfhos · 1 year ago

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TRAINRIDE

#!WHO; DABI x fem!READER

A! i hope u ignore this cus its stupid but I think dabi/touya being a total scum to huge endeavor fan reader should be a thing

+ (i added my twist to it; at the time this was sent, i was on my dc shit heavy and id already started it)

#!CW: deadoves!n0nc0n, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, implied exhibitionism, gaslighting, touya arc if you squint real close! dabi has dick piercings bc i said so

tagging: @mostlyheinous @scariusaquarius @dabislittlemouse @nyx--knacks @the-grimm-writer @ectologia

Dabi hated taking public transportation, especially now.

It subjected him to having to conceal his identity for one, blending into the fleeting crowds with dark, long clothing. It didn’t bother him as much had it been any other time, one where he wasn’t on constant guard or easily irritated by familiar phrases and his face.

Dabi only gave a quick glance to the glass behind him, eyeing the way his big hood hung low on his head, hand deep into his trench pocket as the other supported his balance. He drew his hood lower at the glance from a man on his left.

The train eased to a stop and the doors slid open as the crowd swarmed to bring in and send out more people. When the doors closed and the train began to move again, he found himself being thrown forward. A small yelp came from the woman in front of him, turned partially.

He was about to mumble something before his eyes made contact with what she was wearing.

Seeing that you were brazenly adorned in merchandise of the number one hero, he scrunched his nose up at the sight of your complimentary accessories before finally settling on your face. Preoccupied with your phone to notice his oggling, you shifted, body moving with the force of the train as it started moving.

Dabi didnt mean to look, but the subtle quake of your chest piqued his vision and he wished he wasn’t met with those same fucking eyes. How cringe you looked with the familiar navy phone-case you had on the back of your phone to match.

In fact, if Dabi wanted to, he’d stand there and count every one of Endeavor’s paraphernalia and the number could be well over three. You really walk around like that? Parading your favorite hero on your body like a fangirl poster.

He chuckled darkly before rolling his eyes. Yeah, you probably had one or two of them in your room that you fuck yourself to at night to boot.

The train was only a little crowded but not enough to fully obscure your body from his view. You were dressed in jeans, the denim pairing with a snug t-shirt that sculpted your chest perfectly under his gaze. On the back he could see the familiar bright flames. They were disgustingly familiar, completing the stoic features of the hero on the front.

“Endeavor, huh?” You finally glanced up, a bit surprised to find barely anyone on board at this point. A few men sat adjacent, some sleep, others occupied on their own devices and papers or simply dead in gaze as they awaited their respective stops.

Then him, of course.

Turning fully around you face the source of the comment and your heart began to hammer.

Under a subtle glance or two, he didn’t look too out of the ordinary. Dark pants, shoes and a coat on his back, he could’ve as easily passed for some unremarkable human being cold and exhausted from days events. However, under the certain proximity, you had a clear view of his face, unmistakably his metal-littered, scarred face and the dangerously piercing gaze to match.

You parted your lips but he held up a finger, silencing you before you could squeak a sound. He glanced around toward the few other occupants in the car, noting them to be of no significance until his eyes returned back to yours, the silent threat of impending danger weighing heavily in the air around you.

“Are you-are you going to kill me?” You finally said, voice sickeningly timid. Wide eyes peered up at him, height clearing yours as he slowly backed you towards the side of the car.

“He your favorite hero?” Dabi ignored your question, eyes flickering to your chest before his hand followed. You squeaked in surprise as he boldly placed his hand against your breast.

Jerking away, you prepare to to defend yourself when he gripped your wrist.

“To answer the question, I’m not gonna kill you. ‘M just gonna hurt you real bad though,” You’re spun before another word is uttered, the rattling of metal against wheels loud enough to drown your protests.

“Please don’t do this,” His hands were exploring your body, running up your thighs and cruelly pinching at the skin on your sides before settling on the hem of your jeans.

“Please don’t,” You whimpered shakily, meeting the villain’s eyes in the glass.

“I just feel like ya personally insulting me y’know?” He grunted over the sound of his belt clinking. His hand was back on your side now, nails digging into the meat of the exposed skin until drawing a wince.

Dabi shuffled forward until your hands were pressed against the wall of the train, steadying yourself. His other made quick work of yanking down your jeans until they rested around your thighs, panties on display before his hungry gaze.

“D-don’t. I’ll scream.” By now, you’d been reduced to a whimpering, teary-eyed mess, your frantic gaze shifting through the other riders for a witness to what was going on.

But they were all too preoccupied to care.

“Yeah, for who?” The passengers that did notice were the wrong ones.

You met the greedy eyes of the man closest to you and the way his own dropped down to your connected bodies. Dabi was quick to notice that and chuckled before leaning down toward your ear.

“Still your idol, doll? This is his society, you know? The one on your ridiculously, ugly top,” He snickered, his fingers hooking into the side of your panties.

Before you could cry out, his scarred hand clamped over your mouth at the same time as his cock breached your cunt. You tensed, nothing escaping you but a muffled gasp as he shoved himself past your tight ring of resistance. Your eyes were wide, peering back at you in the glass, reflecting off of the pain and horror present.

“Mm, so tight.” He licked the shell of your ear and you release a shuddering sob. He began a snappy, brutal pace, the thick cock dragging heavily through your dry walls. Every time he pulled away, you felt every vein, every metallic orb scraping against gummy insides.

He slammed back into you at the same time the train screeched over rusted tracks, grunting with every stroke, his thin hip bones snapping against your ass.

His grip was bruising as he held onto your waist, his wrist only flicking to push and pull you back onto his dick. His other hand remained pressed against your mouth to muffle your cries and moans. You reached behind to at least try and push him away, alleviate the grating pain he was causing but your attempts were laughable as he only slapped away your efforts.

Dabi sped up, stumbling forward until your front was pressed against the metal interior, body squished between hot and cool. The hand over your mouth dropped to hang loosely around your neck, tilting your head back to meet his. The hood over his head only served to make him all the more menacing with the shadow that casted over his grotesque features.

“What do you think Mr. Endeavor would say if he saw his biggest fan being defiled like this? Probably be disgusted huh? I mean, allowing a complete stranger to fuck you on public transportation.” Your eyes closed as you imagined the twisted look of repulsion on your favorite hero and the image brought you to more tears.

You hiccupped as he trailed fingers down in between your legs to brush against your clit, missing the way his grin widened at the way you suddenly tense up. You released a pained moan at the way your pussy clamped down on him.

“So sensitive,” He chuckled at the way you try and bite down your orgasm. He could feel you start to relax, your cunt pulsating around him as your juices started to slick him up.

Overhead, the sound of the loudspeaker crackling at the next stop had Dabi’s eyes glancing up, as if now aware of the time. Releasing you, his hand fell to your other hip where his blunt nails dug as his pace quickened.

“Stop’s coming up,” He mumbled. You didn’t really hear him though. You were busy trying not to give in to the way his cock was filling you up, the pain parting into pleasure, your juices beginning to fall and squish around his dick.

Your head hung low; you couldn’t even look at your reflection in the glass anymore, at the way your brows furrowed over glossy, blown eyes. The way your wet lips part to release silent moans. You were despicable. You couldn’t call yourself a fan of the great Endeavor anymore, not after this.

Not after him.

Dabi’s feet planted firmly, his hips suddenly stuttering to a halt. He was quick to conceal your squeal with his hand again as his dick twitched in your cunt. Your teary eyes widened as you felt warmth flooding you, too horrified to even move save for your trembles.

He was still going, slowly rutting his nut back into you with shallow strokes. It was only until you heard a chime overhead that he pulled away with a content sigh.

Dabi eyed the way his cum was beginning to seep down your thighs, dripping into your bunched up jeans and an idea formed in his head, one that had him grinning sadistically.

A moment later your trembling legs finally gave way allowing you to sink onto the floor.

He began to fix himself, adjusting the hood on his head. He threw a cocky salute to the man eyeballing him earlier and a final disgusted look down at those eyes on your shirt. He then shook his head with a forming smile, walking away and leaving you on the floor of the cold train. The whooshing of the doors were deafening in your ears as you looked up to greedy eyes.

Back at the hero agency, Endeavor’s phone lit up and a notification from an unknown number had his brows furrowed in confusion at the link. His scowl only deepened after further investigation.

DILFOS. do not plagiarize my content—current or archival.

#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #dabi fanfic #dabi smut #bnha x reader #reader x dabi #dabi fic #bnha smut #[ deadoves— ☆]#[ output—☆ ]#old request #awe i hope this anon somehow finds this lol #ft a corny ass joker line LEAVE ME ALONE

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summercreolefanfictioner · 2 months ago

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the scent wafts in, her name making him beg on his knees chap 2.2

pairing: dabi / todoroki touya x fem!oc / reader (MODERN AU)

chapeter summary: Touya finally reveals how he met the reason behind his return (MODERN AU)

(In which Touya returns home after rebelling against his family for 7 years. And no, it wasn't about forgiveness. He wanted to fix himself because of a certain someone.)

themes: mentions of prostitution, nsfw, domestic abuse, violence, alcoholism, cigarette smoking, toxic relationships, mental health, co-dependency and other related themes (YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

notes: for this one, pls keep in mind that touya didn't have much scars on his face; mostly are on his body to accomodate the plot; charas might be ooc since this is modern au

It seemed to Touya's therapist that the latter had revealed everything that needed to be said about his past and how he got into addiction. However, Touya wouldn't elaborate on certain details about how he survived living away from his family, and even if he did, he would give short answers. For example, when he asked him where he stayed afterward, he simply answered that he had gone to a friend. And then he asked, "What jobs did you do to survive?" Touya answered with, "I did convenience store work. Also a bit of a warehouse stint, like for a logistics company. I also became a dishwasher for a ramen stall. It wasn't easy money, so I had to go to the red district. I worked in a host bar for 2 years and a few. Quit then joined illegal fight clubbing. Also part-timed for a bar because I wasn't fighting a lot. My last job was being a carpenter for a furniture company."

That was it. No explanations on how he landed those jobs or the specifics of his work. Just plainly answered them like a recorded interview.

Touya was aware his therapist was unhappy with his responses. To be honest, there are parts of his job that he wasn't ready to discuss yet. He had overwhelming feelings about revealing the scars of his childhood and teenage life; he wanted to take a break from feeling a lot. It was causing him nightmares, sleepless nights of when his younger self would sleep beside him in his room and ask him why he did all these things. But at the same time, this younger self would cry, a height of emotions as he begged him to return to his old self again.

I wished it was that easy, though.

"Are you still seeing her?" the therapist asked during their next session. "I remember you mentioning her before all of a sudden. It seemed you were happy when you talked about her. May I know more details about your relationship with her?"

Touya stared blankly, and the therapist feared he would close up in his shell further. Maybe asking him about her was a bit too much. Maybe this woman was a sensitive topic for him. Well, he could try next—

"She's the reason I am here," Touya revealed, thinking about the last image he had seen of her before he left their shared space. "She's a nice, hopeless woman."

The therapist nodded, listing down everything he said about her in his journal. "So, did she ask you to go to therapy?"

Touya shook his head. "She never asked me to do anything." And he sighed exasperatedly at the next words, seemingly reminding himself of the bad things he saw in her when he got to know her. It still annoyed him, to be honest. "That's what makes her hopeless. She never asks for what she wants. It's like she's born to please people."

"Are you two... dating?" the therapist asked, and he knew it was a stupid question but he had to be sure. "I mean you know, because you mentioned having sex with her and everything."

"Yes. We're dating. We're still dating."

The therapist didn't know why but there was a lot of emphasis when Touya said he was still dating this woman. It's like he's telling someone out there to 'back off' since she was his and he was hers. Well, it was true. The night before he left, he begged her not to be someone else's, that she should only be his; and she promised him. She fucking promised him, and she should keep it or else he'll go insane at the thought of her being with someone else.

Great. Now, he's displaying a new emotion. Jealousy. Possessiveness. Kind of an improvement, I guess?

"Are you two writing letters to each other?"

Touya's answer worried him greatly.

"No. I purposely don't write a letter."

"Why?" He wanted to say, 'Shouldn't you write her one just to assure her about your welfare and the status of your relationship?' Then again, it would be out of line since it's not his job to tell Touya what to do in the first place.

"I depended on her a lot; used her a lot when I needed to feel," the whitehead reasoned out, remembering all the things that he did to her and what she had to endure just for him to stay. "I have to be on my own so I can be with her again."

"I understand." The therapist closed his journal. "How did you two get into a relationship?"

"She cheated on her ex with me."

Now, that was unexpected.

"C-Cheated," the therapist had to repeat to clarify what he heard, "like you two are in a relationship while she was dating someone else?"

Touya sighed. He knew telling people about how he dated her would gain this kind of unbelievable reaction. After all, they never started out as the usual 'boy-meets-girl-they-got-to-know-each-other-courtship-dating-happy-ever-after' thing. Although it was bad enough that Touya was not the best guy to date, being with her meant trouble. Sure, she was the nicest person, but at the time, she was involved in a messy dipshit, and the idiot he was, he took a dive in there like it was home sweet home.

"It's not like I seduced her or stole her from her ex," Touya quickly added, feeling slightly uncomfortable at talking about this stage of meeting her. "She had only dated that guy since high school, so she was kind of scared of a life without him in it. Even when she wasn't in love with him anymore, she still kept the relationship going despite him cheating on her since college... well, according to her, at least."

"So you're saying, the relationship had already crumbled even before you came into the picture."

Touya nodded, to which the therapist wanted to sigh secretly in relief. He had other patients lined up for the day, and he was already getting drama from his revelations.

"How did you two meet?"

"At a bar. She was on a date with her ex."

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Sometime in spring 2 years ago, somewhere in Shizuoka

Touya was sitting by the counter, his back leaning against it as he drank his whiskey with one hand. There was nothing fun about this day; this was his usual routine of drinking his life away like he gained multiple livers. Eat. Sleep. Wake up. Take a shower. Smoke shit. Drink. Smoke some more. Eat when he's hungry. Sleep. Wake up. Take a shower. Smoke shit. Drink. Smoke some more. Eat when he's hungry...

It could go on and on, his life nothing but a spiral filled with misery and stagnancy—

He hears Tomura talking to someone at the counter over the phone, probably about shipments of the booze they'll be needing and all that stuff while Himiko sips on her juice placed in a martini glass. It was just a ruse so she could fit in. There's no way Tomura would allow the bartenders to serve her alcohol.

"What's the game plan tonight, Dabi-kun?" Toga asked, excitement and curiosity in her tone. "Are we gonna have fun somewhere?"

"You just want to empty my wallet and buy your shit stuff," Touya noted angrily, aware of how Himiko would steal his wallet every now and then to buy most of her female things. "Just get your allowance from Twice, not me."

Himiko pouted, leaning her chin on her hands. "How rude! You know Twice is strict when it comes to giving me money."

Touya narrowed his eyes on hers. No, he's not. He spoils you rotten. He's just short in cash now because of you.

He left the conversation hanging, noticing a couple arrive inside the bar, their arms linking against each other. One might think this was your usual couple wanting to have drinks and get laid afterward, but no. Touya knew just by looking at their faces that they weren't in sync. The woman was holding her boyfriend's arm a bit tightly but with unease whenever she glanced at him. She looked like she didn't know this kind of place, trying to pull down her skirt to cover the exposed skin on her legs. On the other hand, the man's eyes wandered elsewhere, not paying attention to how the woman was on the edge by herself, looking forward to having fun on his own.

Great. You got a womanizer and a hopeless romantic. What a drama. We even got front-row seats.

Touya didn't pay attention to them anymore, joining Himiko's conversation with Tomura about the latest things she saw some of her classmates do during their free time and how she wanted to do it with them as well. After a few more minutes, Twice would chime in, informing her that he was saving up a lot of money to take Himiko to the movies ("I heard you tell Dabi you want to watch this movie. I still think it's shit but you like it!" "Aww! Thank you, Twice.")

And then, Twice and Dabi decided to go to the back of the bar and take a smoke.

"Oi, better tell that makeshift daughter of yours not to snatch my wallet every fucking time," Touya scolded him. "Seriously, you should've told her you're saving up instead of her trying to get money elsewhere."

"Sorry, Dabi," Twice replied. "But it's not like you didn't steal her charger either!"

"Screw you. I never steal shit from her."

"Well, you used to steal from others—"

"Oi—"

Then they heard smooching and moaning sounds, kind of like wet clapping along with a string of pants and curses. They stared at each other and it clicked. Someone was having sex at the back. Horny shits. Can't even wait to bed or hump in the car at least before getting it on.

Touya took a good look to see who it was and found it was the same guy he saw earlier, and he was fucking one of the cocktail servers, lost in hazy pleasure and not giving a care if someone took a shot of them or get caught by his woman. Twice also took a peek behind him, and was about to open his mouth to reprimand them when Touya grabbed his collar and dragged him back inside.

"D-Dabi! They're having sex in our usual spot," he pointed out as-a-matter-of-fact-ly, crying internally that he had to wait for a bit before he had his daily dose of nicotine. "I wanna have a smoke now!"

"Let's just go someplace else," Touya said, scanning the area to see the woman sitting by herself, quietly sipping her drink but not too much. And the way she was covering her shoulders a lot with her hands like she was warming her skin as she looked around gave the same aura she had earlier. It's frustrating him, to be honest. This woman could've gone home and worn her favorite clothes instead of trying to fit in this place.

Touya must have been staring at her for too long because Twice had to ask.

"Do you know her?" Twice asked, to which Touya shook his head.

"You remember the guy's face earlier, right?" Touya inquired and Twice nodded. He would never forget that jerk, trampling their spot with his wild shenanigans. "He's that girl's boyfriend."

"W-WHAT?! She looks so pretty!" Twice exclaimed in horror, realizing that the pair was on a date and her boyfriend had the guts to be a jackass and leave her alone while having the time of his life. "I wanna kill that jerk right now." But then... "Oh no, she might cry. She's too pretty for tears."

Before realizing it, Touya was already walking towards her, ignoring Twice' cries for him to stop getting himself in trouble (he adds later on that he would like that too but it's not the right time). As the woman continues to warm herself up, Touya sits in front of her and catches her attention.

"T-That's for—"

"You don't fit in here," he casually stated. No preamble. No greetings. No hi or hello. Just straight up telling her she's not supposed to be in this place like the rude person he is. "You don't look like you should be in here too."

Twice luckily was there and was about to reprimand Touya for his lack of tact, that he should be a lot gentler with ladies, or probably stop him from telling her they saw her boyfriend getting hanky panky with someone else out there. Before he could say anything, the woman chuckled awkwardly, looking around her.

"W-Well... I-I'm aware of that," she agreed. "It's my first time coming in, and I... I don't like wearing this dress either."

Noticing her distress, Twice immediately called Himiko over and asked if he could borrow one of her hoodies for her, but before said girl could go upstairs to get one of her beloved clothes, Touya already took off his black leather jacket and handed it to the woman.

"O-Oh. T-Thanks," she mumbled, taking the jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders.

Touya stood up and motioned for Twice and Himiko to join him. "I know a place where we could smoke," then added, "and another place where you can watch your romance shit for free."

Himiko cheered. "Whoopie doopie! As expected of Dabi-kun!"

Twice nodded. "You're not entirely useless, after all."

Touya looked over to the woman. "You're coming with us."

The woman looked frazzled, waving her hands in negation. "N-No... I-I'm with my boyfriend. H-He just went to the toilet. He'll be back. T-Thank you."

Judging by how silly her alibi was, Touya only chuckled in sarcasm, leaning closer to her face as if to challenge her to prove that alibi. "Are you sure you want to go by that answer?" Because she knew where her boyfriend went, what he was doing exactly, and why she was all alone in this bar feeling out of place like a sore thumb.

"I... I..."

Before she could think, Himiko already handed Touya his car keys and he was already pulling her with them, his hand in hers as they escaped the place.

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mettywiththenotes · 2 years ago

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I know this panel is what Dabi is seeing right now (as in he’s aware of what is going on: that his family except Shouto are here, that he’s missing his arm, that his dad is too etc) but I wonder if he’s specifically seeing himself as an older version of how he used to look in order to visually show that he is and always has been Touya. That boy who wants to be loved and wanted by his family

That Touya and Dabi ARE the same person. There’s no “I wanted this to happen but now I want this other completely different thing to happen”, all phases of Dabi’s life have always in some way been about wanting to have his family near him again. Both features of that are combined in the figure, his past and his present - Dabi looking like he used to when he was a kid but still in his villain outfit and still older judging by the height

So I think this panel here is more for the reader than the character, to hammer down for the audience that this is always what he has wanted; his family’s eyes on him, surrounded and loved

And hopefully Shouto will be included in that

#also the fact that #touya is standing in his past and present (past face and present body if that makes sense)#but the writing at the side of the panel says #'reunited with his mother and siblings what lies beyond his gaze...'#as if saying 'the past and present are together. now what about the future? what happens now?'#anyway im just speculating #an interesting panel!#bnha #bnha 388 #bnha manga spoilers #bnha spoilers #the todoroki family #touya todoroki #dabi todoroki #mettys posts #metty posts

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dabideku-tododeku-bakudeku-2023 · 1 year ago

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Hallo, Guten Abend! I'm sorry for not really posting much today, I still have an upset stomach. Nothing serious, and I AM feeling somewhat better. But I digress...

I am working on a DabixOC fic, and I need help working on an image of said character...but I can't draw people (unless they are sticks...) Here is what I have planned in my mind.

Name: Fujiouka Aoba

Age: 26 (same as Dabi. This fic is set 2 years after the final battle.)

Height: 5'8 (A conversion into Metric units would be lovely!)

Hair/Mane: Black

Eyes: Golden with cat-like pupils

Skin: 100% body cover of burn scars like Dabi's

Build: Slightly more muscular than Deku

Quirks:

Primal Glory: A Mutation quirk that makes the holder appear beast-like (Aoba has a Leonine appearance). They possess great physical strength, heightened senses, and predatory instincts.

Comp Mind: A quirk that strengthens the analytical capabilities of almost computer-like levels.

???: A strange, unknown quirk that allows someone to copy and possess any quirk that physically comes in contact with the holder.

Blueflame: Same as Dabi's quirk, but manifests similarly to Endeavor's. (??? gave him access to this quirk.)

Hero Name: Demon

Flaws: He is quick to flare his temper and has a general hatred of Endeavor, refusing to address him respectfully by not using his hero name and not addressing him by his family name. He is selfless to a fault (much like Deku). He also questions his self-worth, given his past and current experience.

Pros: He is very loyal to his friends, regardless of their past (Dabi, for example). He is somewhat average in intelligence but can activate Comp Mind to enhance his mental capability upwards of 198 IQ in battle. He is humble despite his appearance and battle prowess.

Past: He was born into the Fujiouka family, well known in the Hero Community for using their inherited quirk (Comp Mind) to analyze both Villains and Heroes to benefit the Hero Community. His father, Masaharu, is the patriarch. His mother was born with the unique Primal Glory quirk. The Fujiouka family are sworn allies of the Todoroki family, to the point that Aoba's mother was arranged to marry Todoroki Enji but was rejected in favor of Rei. He met Todoroki Touya when they were five, protecting each other from 12-year-old bullies. He was protective of Touya and acted as a rock to lean on when Touya was upset with Enji. Aoba was there when Touya lost control of his quirk and was burned over his entire body (he somehow managed to keep his hair/mane. Like everyone else, Aoba thought his friend had died. He was enrolled at U.A. and graduated at the top of his class.

This is what I have down so far. I would like an opinion on his character thus far and I would REALLY love it if someone drew him. I won't explicitly ask for the drawing, as I have no money for a commission fee. Besides, I am in NEED of opinions about his character because I have no desire to create a male Mary Sue. Any and all criticism is appreciated! Vielen Dank!

#dabi #dabi my hero academia #todoroki touya #mha #my hero academia #touya todoroki #oc #original character #dabi x oc #I need opinions!#A little help would be nice #First fic in over five years #first mha fic ever!#I can't draw worth s**t

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transhawks · 2 years ago

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Homeboy didnt imagine himself with his piercings but he sure did picture himself very much taller then his actual size. And if that isnt peak older sibling energy idk what it is

I think that's his real size though. Dabi's 5'9/176 cm. Canonly, Natsuo's actually not *that* much taller than him at 181 cm. He has like 5 cm/2 inches on Touya, which is almost the same size difference between Dabi and Hawks (172) and we all know that's *slight*. So yeah, that feels right to me - Natsuo still looks slightly taller, and Endeavor towers over everyone at 195 cm/6'4.

The picture in 388 has the crown of Touya's head making it just under his father's chin if the man straightened up (he's bending his head down to look at his son). This is one of those instances where I'm going to argue that not only is the height accurate to what we have been given, but it's actually likely Horikoshi used guides like the one above to be accurate.

#asks #bnha 388 #bnha spoilers #todorokis #much ado about height

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 1 year ago

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I saw the post on dabi and toga possibly being in the quirk singularity and it got me thinking. On the dabi side I could see the heat dome attack he was doing here as a sign of that, shoto says dabis heat was growing since they had fought and it was reaching the point it was going to go critical. That's pretty in line with the quirk theory describing quirks becoming too powerful to control.

The ice and his ability to take his damage feels more like it's a tie in to the todoroki plot line. The ice Sprouting up showing that hey he did have it in him, he really did have the capability for an ice quirk. And Endeavor is a big beefy son of a bitch, showing how much abuse dabi can take and keep fighting while going to greater heights I felt was showing that he inherited more from endeavor than just his sunny disposition and fire quirk and he wasn't as limited by his mother's Constitution as they thought.

The toga quirk evolution I feel could go either way, on the one hand it fits with how quirks can evolve and grow even stronger leading to the singularity. But on the other hand it doesn't feel like its reached the critical point of the quirk singularity, at least not anymore than say someone like Monoma. The fact it happened in the same situation as shigarakis quirk evolution has me leaning more towards the singularity side, since they show the clear distinction between getting over a mental block or something like with twice and a quirk actively becoming stronger like shigaraki.

Sorry for the long ask, just had it knocking around in the old brain bucket.

I love don't asks, don't worry!

My posts are made to help readers analyse the story from new perspectives, more than anything. I've said before that I don't enjoy predictions as I enjoy exploring the different possibilities and meanings behind one act or the other, behind the narrative devices.

What I like about the Tomura, Dabi and Toga situation is that it makes you wonder how do quirks work and how many evolution levels of quirks are out there.

For example, let's say no case is the same. We could argue that Toga received a quirk enhancement, since it was her same quirk that now could be applied to a new angle; Touya got a quirk activation, since he does have inherited two quirks who kinda mix into one (similar to Shouto); Tomura got a quirk awakening, what I'll prefer to call from here on a breach of the quirk singularity theory (an awakening suggest there was something dormant and could generate confusion with the quirk activation).

What this means is that quirks can evolve to become stronger (like it happens with most UA kids and Toga), it can remind dormant 'til certain critical instances (like Touya's ice) and they can even evolve past all of that, to the point where they force the body to adapt to extreme new strength and mutations.

Although the story won't explain it all this clear and forward. After all, it's the readers job to make the connections to try to better understand what's happening, right?

The comparison comes from the fact that those three quirk cases happened on similar circumstances, what leads to believe that a quirk enhances, activates or breaches the quirk singularity theory when the users find themselves in life or death situations. When the adrenaline kicks in and the body gets on survival mode, it forces the quirks to reach new levels in order to give the user a chance.

Wonderful, isn't it?

#shan's asks #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #league of villains #lov #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #dabi #touya todoroki #toya todoroki #shigaraki tomura #tenko shimura #toga himiko

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haine-kleine · 5 months ago

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Never getting over Horikoshi's creative genius in exploring complex and controversial topics.

Shouto and Dabi are mirrors to each other, inverted reflections, two sides of the same coin. From their identical height, to both having white and red hair split in the middle on opposite sides.

All of this symbolism is to set them up as the biggest victims of Enji's selfish obsession. One of the common effects of complex childhood trauma is feeling either younger or older than your actual age. Both of them had their childhood stolen from them in different ways.

Shouto had his childhood stolen from him figuratively: having been isolated from his siblings and peers, having his caring mother taken away from him, his socialisation suffered from such young age he struggles with it and expressing his emotions still at the age of 16.

For Touya his childhood was literally stolen from him: almost dying at 13 and waking up from coma three years later, he has found himself in a body that was too mature, almost alien to him. Having missed the crucial years of development, he had skipped from being a child living in a house with both parents and siblings to being a young adult on the streets all alone having to fend for himself.

Touya's state of being stuck in between adulthood and his childhood self is expressed when he addresses his mother and siblings the exact way he did when he was a child. On the verge of death, delirious from pain and heat, he calls for Natsu-kun to play together.

Shouto however, despite being the youngest, is stuck with the responsibility of fixing his family. Both his parents, his supposed caretakers, and his older siblings, trust him to mend their broken family, and he readily takes on this burden.

#man never getting over these two #bnha #mha #bnha meta #todoroki shouto #todoroki touya #dabi #and keeping up with the todorokis

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haleigh-sloth · 2 years ago

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But shouto isn't ugly anymore???? 😤😤 Dabi has many other reasons to kill him. for example: to stop shouto from being taller than him

You’re so right

It’s a race against time fr

They’re the exact same height and Shouto is still a growing kid and Touya’s gotta put a stop to that shit asap

#anonymous #bnha asks #really serious Todoroki meta talk

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happyely · 2 years ago

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My Hero Accademia Crossover/ Jujutsu kaisen - Sorcery Fight - The Curse of the Blue Pearls [ DabixOc]

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𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈: ≛Dabi is a curse that was awakened when Erena broke a blue pearl necklace. Erena has always seen paranormal things since she was a child, she is not afraid of the curse she has released, but she is attracted to it and wants to help her. In a difficult situation they are forced to make an agreement, but this is not seen well by sorcerers. ≛

𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Original character

Desclaimer: I hope you enjoy this first chapter! Here come all the characters we love!

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Chapter I: Miyagi Prefecture - Sendai

« Senpai are you awake? »Shigaraki's voice was almost drowned out by the bell as much as he was pressing it hard, he had arrived about ten minutes early and he was surely afraid of finding me asleep.

I smiled to myself and got up from the couch to go open the door for him and let him in.

« Good morning my little Kohai how are you? » I smiled reaching up a hand over his head to ruffle his silver hair – in the early morning light it had a very light blueish tint.

The cheeks of the little boy in front of me turned red, coloring the whole face up to the tips of the ears for the nickname by which I had called him - it had not been easy to be able to earn that trust.

The embarrassed smile didn't take long to arrive on his face, in those years he had grown a lot and our height difference was slowly disappearing, he would soon have reached and surpassed me. I had known Shigaraki since he was in middle school, he may have gotten taller over time and gained muscle mass, but his character was always the same: shy, reserved and tender with few people.

« Come on in, I've just finished heating up breakfast. » I said, turning around and gesturing for him to follow me into the apartment. I heard the door close behind me and the sound of the shoe rack opening. In our district the morning was always very cold, the day only started to get warmer in the late morning even if you always had to cover up a bit.

« I'm sorry to have disturbed you, but I couldn't come later… » Shigaraki was behind me, we had passed the living room to get to the kitchen, I reassured him with a wave of my hand: « Don't worry, you know I wake up early and for once I won't be alone for breakfast! » I said as I lifted the hot water kettle to make it stop ringing. The warm vapor he had produced had been a pleasant caress on my cold hand.

« Senpai for you getting up early is synonymous with not sleeping all night. » Tomura had taken his place at the table and I had joined him placing the kettle on a ceramic ledge. I smiled at him and turned back to the stove, to check that everything was ready and also to divert the subject. Sleep and I hadn't gotten along very well since I could remember.

« Are you working on the new research papers? » Shigaraki had turned to me to check if I needed help. I smiled at him and nodded my head, recently the professor I had been assigned to as an assistant had left me a lot of material to review which would then be published as a new university textbook in our department. It was a very complicated and heavy job, together with the lessons to be prepared and explained to the pupils on the days when he had to go to his father who had been ill for a long time.

« Yes, but I don't feel like talking about it, the very thought makes me want to throw everything out the window, tell me about yourself instead. » I said as I moved the ladle clockwise in the air, I wanted to drive away thoughts of the University, I still lacked some qualifications to be able to enter the university professorship system and have my own personal assistants, I had to grit my teeth.

« I printed the program that we have done so far Senpai, also I have the homework that the professors have left us. » My Kohai had placed an orange folder on the opposite side of the table, he had always been diligent and tidy, I kind of envied him for that, I found myself flying sheets and notebooks in every corner of the room.

« Great, so I can have a look at it. » Yesterday was the day before your holidays, what did you do? How did the computer club go? I'm curious. » I had placed the bowl of rice in front of him, while the salamone would have needed a little more, the vegetables were ready and the miso soup was luckily still hot.

« Thanks for the breakfast Senpai…yesterday was a relatively quiet day. Our teachers told us not to hang around too much during these weeks and at the club we went ahead with the design of our game. We thought we'd meet up with a few companions to chat a bit one of these afternoons… »Tomura had taken the chopsticks as soon as I had served the fish and sat down next to him.

Tomura was making great strides and was finally coming out of the envelope that he had created in the past. His gaze was calm and he had smiled as he told me those things, he had recently managed to integrate into the class he had been transferred to and had also taken up a club after school.

My old Japanese literature teacher called me one day in despair about Tomura's case. Despite my work at university I had kept in touch with my former teacher and I was always happy to be able to help her with the kids she often talked to me about over a cup of tea.

She had helped me in the past and I wanted to reciprocate that gesture with everything I could.

When he presented Tomura's case to me, I was perplexed, he was a complicated boy, antisocial and non-cooperative, neither with the professors nor with the other students. He didn't participate in any extracurricular activities, he skipped lessons and afternoons when he had to help clean up the classroom.

His file indicated a very bad family situation, his real parents had died when he was four years old with all his family in a strange accident that still remained a mystery today. The man who had adopted him had made him change his first and last name, but he was often absent and away on business and Shigaraki often stayed with their butler or alone when Kurogiri also had to help his father in business.

Tomura was a boy with enormous potential that he didn't want to use, he had locked himself up in a bubble and had deliberately isolated himself from the outside world, scratching that bubble hadn't been easy, it had taken a lot of patience and time.

Luckily the stepfather had turned out to be a person who seemed to be genuinely interested in Shigaraki's good and had offered me all of his support. Earning that trust had been among the best things that had ever happened to me. Shigaraki's path wasn't easy, even though he was opening up he still had many aspects to work on, but he was putting all of himself into it.

« This pleases me, in a few days they should open a new crêpes place, you could see you there. » I had put more salmon in his bowl of rice, he had to eat a lot of protein to put on a little more muscle mass, another problem to solve was his diet made up mainly of chemical energy drinks which replaced most of the his meals, while I then got other vegetables for myself.

Spring break had just begun, Tomura had to enjoy it as much as possible.

« Erena…Senpai…my father will be away for this period and Kurogiri will have to go with him…they have an important job to do…if it's not too much trouble could I stay with you? » My Kohai's delicate skin had turned red again.

« Sure Tomura, you don't even have to ask. » I had smiled as I poured some more mixed soup into his bowl, I would have taken care of him in any way as long as it was necessary.

His red eyes had lit up with happiness and the boy next to me had resumed eating more cheerfully. Having a father-stepfather-absent most of the time and being with a butler who isn't Batman's Alfred wasn't easy for Tomura and many of his problems were related to that. Kurogiri wasn't a bad person but he was also his stepfather's right hand man, he couldn't leave him too often.

« But when do the boys arrive? »He asked me after he finished chewing on the salmon. I'd gotten up to get the TV remote and turn on the morning news to check the latest news.

« Magne should finish his magnetic research laboratory by lunchtime and he will join us later, the others should join us by noon. We have lunch together and then we pack our bags and set off. The commentator's voice had called me back to the television screen.

From the writing behind the reporter it was read that some strange reports had been found by the police of our district, almost paranormal events that had required the intervention of some specialists. A shiver ran up my spine as the images of buildings partially ruined by some supernatural force seemed to awaken something in me.

« These accidents have been on the increase in recent times. » I said as he put the dishes in the sink and turned on the hot water jet to start washing them. Tomura got up and finished clearing the table, he stood next to me to dry the chopsticks and bowls I was cleaning.

« The old lady who stands on the corner of my neighborhood, the one who uses the glass ball to be clear, has been more active than before for a few days ... she says that the forces that govern our world have begun to move and that our strong emotions will be our downfall. »He He said as he turned to look for the television remote control to turn up the volume, compared to other days there seemed to be more news and images to divulge. Of all the news that of Sugisawa's school remained the most important and the one that the news talked about the most, from that day on everything had taken a different turn.

« Forces that rule our ro world or not…they won't stop the professor from leaving me three quintals of material to analyze and summarize. I have to prepare the lecture slides again! » I had looked up at the sideboard to check the small calendar I had bought at the beginning of the year. There was only a week left before the delivery deadline, I was already mentally preparing for all the capsules I would have to use to produce enough coffee to stay awake all night.

« If you want help, I also brought the computer and I can do the Power Point for you. » Shigaraki put a hand on my shoulder to comfort me: « And this way you don't get tachycardia ahead of time, I saw your garbage bags... coffee can't replace your meals » In those moments, when I came scolded by my Kohai it seemed that our roles were reversed, I smiled at him and took the towel he handed me to remove the last drops of wetness from my hands.

« I should look for a good partner who knows how to cook and who always does the shopping, so I could take care of the projects that leave me without problems. » I had crossed my arms under my breasts and pouted leaning against the sink, Shigaraki's face had turned red, biting his lips and his eyes were looking for anything not to meet my gaze. He was embarrassed as hell.

« Wouldn't I be jealous? » I had leaned towards him to observe him better, the blush now covered his whole face up to the tips of his ears, he had put his white and tapered hands behind his neck and had begun to inhale deeply.

Tomura had some peculiar tics, among which was that of scratching his neck until it bled in moments of great stress.

At the beginning of our relationship, his neck was almost always bandaged and in some moments he had even gotten to bleed through the bandages, for him every element that surrounded him provided a reason for strong stress. We had worked hard on it and even if the tic hadn't completely disappeared, my Kohai's neck hadn't had bandages for at least a good year.

«Senpai you know that first he will have to be approved by us and then maybe he will receive our approval. »He replied turning towards me to face me. Soon he would be taller than me and the time when I was taller than him would be over.

I started laughing followed by my Kohai and after a handful of minutes full of laughter we started preparing the table for the study.

I was at a good point with the revision of the texts that the professor had entrusted me with only about twenty missing, several essays on ancient mythological figures and their representation in the tapestries of the temples, while the presentations had to be assembled, I had collected all the photographic material and caption to insert in the slides, I had made a word file distinguishing each element by slide.

« Senpai do you get paid for all this work? » Tomura had turned on his laptop in front of mine, each of us had a notebook to write in, post-its and various colored pens with matching highlighters. Stationery was one of my weaknesses.

« Not enough, but it's almost time to become a full professor, just three exams and a final thesis and then all this work will start to be paid. Do you have the credentials to access my cloud? » I asked as I began to separate the different documents that I had to start reading to write the last chapter that was assigned to me.

« Yes, I saved them last time, the next lesson you have to teach is about Katsushika Oi? Hokusai's daughter? » Tomura scrolled through the images I had uploaded and the texts linked to them.

« You have been greatly re-evaluated, also because by now it is certain that you were as established a painter as her father and that you helped him several times in her works. » I replied as I applied the first post-it on the document which concerned the description of the pigments used and the meaning of the color range and why precisely that one had been chosen. Among all, it was the longest document.

« Maybe I'll use your notes for a possible research they entrusted me on her at school… » Tomura had settled back in his chair and started typing something on the keyboard.

In response, I winked at him and threw myself into reading the essay I was holding in my hands.

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We had worked for the next three hours, Tomura had gotten up a few times to get cranberry juice and glasses, we had turned down the volume on the television just to have a pleasant background to keep us company.

Tomura had occasionally shown me how the PowerPoint he was organizing for me was proceeding, luckily he knew my tastes and the method I used to make the slides so there were very few corrections to make and in an hour he had finished the job and then was dedicated to his research on Hokusai's daughter.

He had read all the material that was in my cloud and had started to synthesize and rework it, in that case he had occasionally asked me for some more explanations and I had been happy to reveal to him some little tidbits about that female character.

« The bibliography you drew from is immense, are all these books in the library? » Shigaraki looked at the huge list located at the end of the document.

« Most yes, even if for some I had to go to the museum archives ... in one there was a too precise guardian who checked me every minute. »The librarian was a person very dedicated to his work, precise and meticulous as to be frightening. It had been a feat to be able to get me only the photocopies of some texts that I needed for my research.

Shigaraki was about to say something when suddenly the bell started ringing, three short beeps all close together. We looked at each other and, smiling, I gestured for him to go and open it, while I stretched my arms and arranged the notes we'd written by hand: « Toga must be hopping on the spot, open them before he sticks to the bell. »

In a short time, a blond head with two pigtails with disheveled tufts that recalled Pucca's had swooped down on me, leaving Shigaraki at the door.

« Senpai! How nice I finally finished school! Now we can spend more time together! Shiggy aren't you happy? You stay with Senpai right? We have to do so many things together! » Himiko Toga was a girl with a thousand resources, with a somewhat particular character. She attended the same school as Shigaraki but they were in different years, she had been among the first to try to approach him without being afraid of her cadaverous aspect, but she was actually attracted to him.

In one of our first meetings she had told me that Shigaraki looked like a vampire, and then she had told me that she was one of her biggest obsessions like her blood.

At first I was a little worried thinking the worst about Toga and her unleashed fan girl character, but from subsequent meetings I understood that she was a good girl and that she simply wanted to be appreciated for what she was.

She wanted to have a place in our society and not be excluded just because of her choices. Eventually I was also her Senpai to go to when she needed something or to hang out with her and we became her-friends by her skin as she liked to call us.

« Toga you risk breaking her ribs if you keep crushing her like this! » Tomura had closed the door behind him and had approached us, despite everything he still had some problems in physical contact. He watched Toga and the blonde smiled at him in return while she cautiously placed a hand on her arm giving him a few pats. Measured gestures that Shigaraki could tolerate without sudden panic attacks. Toga had done a very important job for both her and Tomura, and I was happy about that.

« You're jealous, you should hug Senpai from time to time, it helps calm your nerves. »Toga had answered her friending a smile and hiding her face in my bosom.

I stroked her head while out of the corner of her eye I watched as Shigaraki rolled his eyes and sighed. Toga had earned a place in Tomura's heart, as I had earned it over time, each of our group had established a unique and irreplaceable relationship with him by now.

« I'm both Senpai, remember that. Come on let's fix the kitchen it's the table that the others will be arriving. I said as I put my hands on Toga's shoulders smiling. Both boys nodded and followed me into the living room.

«We have to set the table for five, Magne confirmed to me that she joins us after lunch. » I looked at my cell phone, it was just over half past noon, time had flown by while Tomura and I studied.

« Shall I take the plate to cook the meat? » Shigaraki's red eyes had moved towards the cupboard next to the French door. In response I nodded as I went with Toga to get one of the large tablecloths that my grandmother had sent me some time ago, arguing that a girl my age should always have clean tablecloths for every occasion.

We had quickly tidied up the room and added a chair from the kitchen and then settled in at the stove. While I was cutting the vegetables Toga had started making the sauce for the ravioli, Tomura was making the dough for the latter and preparing the steamer to cook them. Once the vegetables were cut, I put them in the pot, together with a cube of broth for the Ramen and put the heat on high to speed up the cooking times.

« You finished the mirin Senpai! » Toga checked among the bottles for the kitchen placed near the sink, Tomura had finished kneading and had put the mixture to rest, now he was helping Himiko look for the bottle she needed.

« Check the pantry, I stocked up some time ago. » I answered as I took the eggs and put them to boil, I turned around to check the steamer and to see how much dressing we had made, I should have added more baskets because, like every time, the boys had gone too far. I was about to take them when the intercom rang, I looked at the time it was only a quarter of an hour before the moon and the only one who arrived early like that was Jin Bubaigawara, but we often called him by his stage name Twice.

I turned to go to open and was hit by my friend's voice. Twice was a promising voice actor, he had been noticed by many production companies and had had small roles and many auditions, he was always practicing even when he was talking on the phone with us. He loved to alternate between two personalities, one better and the other bad, often this great spirit of sacrifice and dedication to acting had caused us a lot of trouble and for this we had always apologized to the people who looked at us on the street or inside the clubs .

The scar on his forehead was one of his hallmarks, but every time to find out how he got it, Twice ignored or evaded the question, even after years he hadn't wanted to confide in us. Tomura and Toga bet that he had done some bullshit and that he was ashamed to tell it, me and the others thought differently but in the end they all made us laugh at a joke or some bullshit that was told to us by our friend.

« THE PARTY IS HERE! But take it easy, this is not the time to revel! » Two vocal timbres that seemed to have nothing in common, yet came from the same person. I laughed and urged him to climb.

« Senpai we found the Mirin! »Toga had come out of the pantry with two bottles pressed to her chest, Tomura was next to her with the dough in one hand and a rolling pin in the other. Seeing them so close was nice.

« Excellent, Jin has just arrived, I'm going to open the door, the tray where to put the ravioli is behind the sink, take a pan with a little oil, let's make some gyoza. »I quickly dried my hands and ran to open the door to Twice, who hugged me without wasting time.

« Compress and Spinner are arriving, looking for a place downstairs. » Jin smiled as he pointed the way behind him. The nicknames were born for fun once we went bowling and then they stayed between us as adults. We didn't know Toga and Shigaraki yet but they soon started using them too.

« Was Atsuhiro Sako able to find someone to replace him for the entertainment show? » Mr. Compress had then become his stage name and the orange shirt was his sign of recognition. He often performed as an entertainer in a place that in the morning was a bar and in the evening it became a night club for a few people, even if we managed to get in a few times.

«I think so, but he didn't tell me anything else. But do you know how the partner is? » Jin and I were at the door to witness the maneuver that Shuichi Iguchi, or rather Spinner, was carrying out to park his van in front of my house gate, as well as the vehicle we would use to go on a camping trip all together. I shook my head in denial.

Ever since we had known him Atsuhiro had a girlfriend with whom we had always had little contact - the few times we had seen her she was on a video call with him - she was very ill and was often forced to stay in the hospital for observation attached to a drip and various machines that gave her a minimum of relief, they had met one day right in the hospital and since then it had been love at first sight Compress told us after introducing her to us and both continued to be very united and very much in love.

« Lately not even Spinner has been able to find out anything, we fear the worst a little... but it's better that the two brats don't know, if you can tell us about it. Twice's voice was a whisper and it was different from his usual tone. The problem must have been very serious, I nodded and while Jin went to greet the boys and help them with the cooking.

Spinner had just gotten out of the car, his purple hair clashed quite a bit with the red scarf he was carrying with him. He waved at me, making sees then the parcels they brought with them, all filled with meat and vegetables and other miscellaneous groceries for our four-day outing.

I smiled at him and motioned for both of them to get on. One way or another I would find out how Compress was doing and then we would try to help him one way or another. Toga had come up beside me and was waving to the boys as they walked up the stairs, they had done a lot of shopping, it seemed to be over four days.

« Don't you think I've exaggerated, you three? » I asked as Spinner handed me two of the sacks he was carrying. There seemed to be meat inside them, the purple-haired boy winked at me and smiled.

« A little shopping is for you, since deadlines are approaching and you are barricading yourself at home. » Compress had smiled at me, even if that smile was a bit forced we all noticed it but no one dared to throw the stone.

« Don't make me think about it, I'm forcing myself not to bring anything of work with me to this campsite. » I answered giving him a pat on the shoulder after placing the parcels on the table. In the whole group, Compress and I could count the longest friendship, it started through a fight in the supermarket when I was an away university student and he made his debut in the world of entertainment for the first time, and little by little the group was created which boasted younger members Toga and Shigaraki.

« We also brought dessert and fresh fruit, Magne should join us to eat it together. » Jin had opened one of the packages and taken a transparent box with what appeared to be a cream and strawberry cake inside. Toga and I looked at each other with a long look of understanding, being the only girls in the group also means being a little spoiled.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tomura chatting with Iguchi, they were talking about video games. I smiled to myself as I began packing up everything the boys had brought. After a while, when the broth timer was ready, we all sat at the table for lunch and started chatting about this and that.

And between one cooking and another of the meat, done over the coals or in the broth, time passed quickly until Magne's arrival, he too had brought a chocolate cake and sweets to apologize for the fact that he hadn't been able to come to lunch: « It's almost time and the final project will be completed, after which I will have to revise the whole thesis and maybe maybe I can finish the doctorate. » Our friend had told us as he took a seat next to Spinner.

The conversation resumed even while Compress and I were in the kitchen to make coffee, which according to everyone was used to digest the sweets, laughter after laughter continued to come from the dining room and I was happy about this, those moments were needed.

« Would you have told me that one day Tomura would laugh with us? » Atsuhiro was leaning with his arms crossed on the sink, while I checked the coffee machine.

«It is thanks to all of us… but he still has a way to go. I answered, turning to look at the scene we had in front of the two of us. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at my friend, he was tense and even during lunch there was something strange behind his gestures.

« Ask your question come on, I know Jin told you something. » And as if by magic he pulled a blue glass marble out of my ear, I laughed and took it between my fingers to look at it. Clear and transparent, it looked like a small bubble ready to capture that moment forever. I inhaled before speaking, Compress knew me well and knew how I acted to understand if any of us had something and also knew that I would have waited as long as necessary before one of them told me about his problem: « I won't beat around the bush, but I wanted to ask you how it's going and remind you that you have all our help and support. » The machine was starting to whistle, a sign that it was almost ready and I turned to put out the flame.

« It's not a good time, neither at work nor with her... I know you want to help me but at the moment I don't know what to do either Erena, I just know that a wave hit me and I'm still trapped in the undertow. » Compress said looking up at the ceiling, I remained beside him listening: «I'll tell you about it in these days, but I want us to enjoy the holiday. We all need it. »He finally said smiling and taking the sugar, the cups and the spoons.

We looked into each other's eyes, I his brown in my green, and I nodded in turn then leaning my head on his arm, Compress smiled again understanding what I wanted to say to him and then we both headed to the others to talk about the itinerary we would follow . That vacation would have been good for everyone.

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Spring 2018 Registration - Akiu Otaki Falls - Sendai District

Awakening a high level curse

A bunch of people got involved

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