#EEEEK been having so many touya thoughts

[probablysimpledreams]

UA Touya has been on the brain so much lately

Enji refused to get him in on recommendations (and yes he becomes pissed years later when he learns Shoto was admitted on recommendations), so what does Touya do?

He passes the exam with a flawless score, getting into the Hero Course. He’s one of the strongest in his class. He’s so driven and passionate during training. He’s everything you’d want to see in a hero.

However, his attitude plus alternative style plus quirk makes fellow students…weary of him. He’s known to be rude. He only hangs out with people from other schools. He’s covered in burn scars and grafts.

Sadly, this starts many rumors. Shit like “did you know Touya is in a gang?” and “I heard he beats up kids…some hero he will be!” and “That Touya would be better off a villain than hero.” Due to all this plus all his energy focused on becoming a top hero, one no could ever forget, he keep to himself while at school.

So it’s a huge surprise when one day at lunch he finds you standing in front of him. Touya always ate outside in the courtyard where he could blast his music without any teachers yelling at him. He’s even more shocked when you ask if you can join him.

Why was a pretty thing like you talking to him? Didn’t you hear what they all say about him?

He’s suspicious, not sure what your motive here is. You explain that you wanted to eat outside because the weather was so nice for once, and while you were looking for a spot to sit you overheard his music and wanted to listen. His suspicions don’t fade, but he allows you to enter into his little world for the next hour. You two sit together and listen to his playlist, occasionally discussing the song/album before it fades into the next.

This exchange continues for the next few weeks. You both begin really looking forward to lunch everyday. You two begin exchanging songs, homework answers, even phone numbers. You two wave at each other in the hallway, exchanging small “hi”s and smiles. You’re walking alongside friends while he’s always alone. Huh.

One day your friend watches as Touya calls for you in the hallway. You run over to him, excitedly accepting the CD you asked him to burn for you earlier that week. You run back over to your friend and that’s when you learn the rumors. How he’s this big scary villainous guy, how you shouldn’t trust him.

But that’s nothing like the Touya you knew!

So that same day at lunch, you brought up the rumors. He seemed disappointed you finally heard them, thinking it meant his time with you was over. But instead you asked him to answer each question fully honest.

“Are you in a gang?” You laid down. He followed, body laying the other way but head right next to yours.

“Nah,” he chuckled and looked up at the sky. “My friends are just losers and refer to us as ‘The League.’ The only time things get violent is game night.”

You laugh at his answer, making his cheeks go pink and a slight pout form on his lips. You then ask your next question.

“Do you really get into fights with children?”

“Ohmygod it was ONE FUCKING TIME,” he sighs, rubbing his forehead. “Shit wait that sounds bad.”

You laugh harder this time. “Touya what the fuck?”

“Okay okay look my youngest brother can be a handful. I took him to the playground one time and some badass kids made him cry,” he explains, feeling embarrassed at the memory.

“Touya no you didn’t-”

“I didn’t hurt them!! I just showed off my flame and made sure they knew to leave my brother alone….not my fault they started crying.” The look on his face is too cute as his embarrassment is clear. You can tell he’s not use to opening up like this and letting people truly see him. Your heart fluttered realizing you were becoming one of the few people who get to see him like this. Who gets to truly see Touya.

“Okay okay now final question,” you bite your lips nervously. “And you don’t have to answer it if you don’t wanna.” His eyebrow rose at your words, face turning to look at you. “How did you get your scars?”

It’s silent for a few seconds. 10 minutes go by. Then 20. Almost 30 before you speak up again.

“I’m sorry, pretend I never asked that. I just was-”

“It’s pathetic,” his breath is shakey. He’s facing the sky again, hand running through his hair. “It happened when I was a kid. I was desperate for my dad’s attention and overused my quirk a few times. One night I must have really overdid it. I don’t remember much from that day. I just woke up a while later with these gross skin grafts and my mom sobbing. Really haven’t seen the old man since. If he’s around he’s just with Shoto anyways and,” he takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. “Ah sorry I started rambling there.”

He turns to face, examining your face to gauge your reaction to the real him. He’s scanning your face for any signs of disappointment, disgust, dislike. His stomach turned at the idea of you feeling pity for him as well. God he really has to ruin everything didn’t he?

“You must be disappointed to learn I’m such a loser huh?”

But as usual you surprise him, flashing him a sweet smile as you respond, “nah, I like it. I think you’re cute.”

You then learned one more thing about Touya: being complimented makes his cheeks go dark red.

[probablysimpledreams]

Birthday Boy! (Dabi x reader)

a/n: EEEEK IT'S MY MANS BDAY!!!! ugh I love you so much Touya just wanna give him so many kisses!! in honor of the princess' bday here is a cutie fic<33

wc: 1.2k

The moonlight illuminates the room as you lay against Dabi's chest, body practically stuck to his thanks to a mixture of sweat and his cum on your skin. The room was practically silent aside from the sounds of your heavy breathing and him smoking a fresh cigarette. The scent of cigarette smoke and sex filling up the room, creating a haze that clouded your mind as well.

"Hey Dabi," you're the first one to speak up as you felt yourself coming down from the high of it all. He looks down at you, turquoise eyes urging you to continue. "When is your birthday?"

There's a lot you were still learning about Dabi as he was always so hesitant to give you any information regarding himself. And he always shut down any questions regarding family, telling you that "you'll find out sooner or later, don't wanna ruin the surprise" whatever that means. And you knew better than to push him. You were a tad worried he'd brush off this question too as you watched him look over at the clock on the wall that read 3:00 am, grin spreading across his face.

"Today," he takes a final drag of the cigarette before leaning over the mattress to put it out on the ground. "Not that it matters."

"What??" you shoot up, looking at him with wide eyes. "Of course it matters." The gentleness in your voice and eyes made him uneasy. He turned away from your gaze, looking over at the wall as his heart began beating rapidly in his chest.

"Tch. I don't need your pity," he gripped the bedsheets hoping it would slow down the speed of his heartbeat and butterflies swarming his stomach.

You placed your hand over his, thumb rubbing gently where his staples meet. "Can I do something for you? It is your day after all," you giggle. You've known Dabi long enough to know more times than not your actions conveyed your true intentions better than words. That way he had no room to argue, to misinterpret, or any other self destructive method his mind has been trained to follow when something good enters his life.

His heart flutters at the sound of your giggles as warmth that only you could create within him travels through his body and up to his cheeks. He begins fidgeting with the sheets under his hand, body beginning to relax again as it remembers it's safe in your company.

"Dinner would be nice," he answers after giving your question some thought. "Those bastards spent the last of our grocery budget getting sushi so there hasn't been much to eat."

"Dinner it is then," you smile as you lay back against his chest, snuggling into him. He smiles as he watches you get comfortable against, arm snaking around your body as you begin drifting into sleep.

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The two of you wake up at 11 am, sharing a quick kiss before heading your separate ways for the day. The next few hours fly by as you hurry to get your daily work done. Once your final meeting with your boss wraps up, you rush over to the supermarket. It's been a while since you've made soba, so have multiple tabs pulled up on your phone to ensure you find the best recipe.

You swiftly navigated the supermarket, grabbing ask your supplies. After checking out, you begin heading back to your apartment. It was more out of the way compared to the hideout, but you felt the privacy your tiny studio apartment gave would be like an extra gift to Dabi. You spend the next few hours cleaning up the space and cooking dinner. Once the sun was finished setting, you heard a knock at the door.

"The birthday boy is here!" you cheered as you opened the door for him, smiling widely as he walks in. He rolls his eyes at your excitement, throwing his jacket onto the couch as he walks over to the table. You had two bowls of soba sitting out and a happy birthday banner hanging on the wall behind it all. A small smile tugs at his lips seeing all the work you put into making it a point to celebrate him. It may seem like a small set up to anyone else, but Dabi couldn't remember the last time anyone made him feel special like this. Had anyone ever made him feel like this before?

"Sit down. Eat while it's still fresh," you pull out the chair and usher him to sit down. He felt awkward as he sat, eyes locked on the bowl in front of him as you took your seat across from him. The mixture of emotion was clear just from looking at him, so the two of you enjoyed the meal in silence. The silence didn't feel heavy though which brought you some peace of mind. In fact, he looked very calm as you watched him enjoy each bite of soba.

Once he finishes his meal, he stands up and walks over to you. ".....thanks baby," he mumbles against your cheek before kissing the skin and grabbing your empty bowl. You hear the bowls clash against the sink, then join him on the couch.

"Mmm come here cutie," he pulls you on top his lap, resting his chin on your shoulder. You hum happily as you rub up and down his back, watching the tension leave his muscles in real time.

"OH wait I have something else for you," you hop off his lap.

"I told you I don't want-" you cut him off before he can continue his sentence by placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Well too bad. I'll be right back." He sighs as you disappear in the kitchen. A mixture of excitement and guilt began forming in his mind, the feeling of being seen like this by another unfamiliar. Your care always contradicted all the things he's spent his life believing about himself. And yet your care always persisted, giving him a sense of hope the way the sun emerging from behind rainclouds would give a farmer. Maybe there was room here for him in this world. In your world.

"Happy birthday to youuuu," you began singing as you walk out from the kitchen with a small plate in your hands. You continue singing as you approach him, handing him the small plate that holds a cupcake with a cigarette stuck on top. "Sorry, they didn't have any candles at the store," you interrupt the song to tell him. You two share a laugh over it before you finish singing, handing him a lighter as he takes the cigarette off the treat. "And many moreeeeee," you kiss his cheek as you conclude the song. He lights up the cigarette, the sweetness of frosting and nicotine made his taste buds cheer.

"Yeah okay," he leans back into the couch. He tilted his head up to stare at the ceiling, a calm smile spreading across his face. He moves the cigarette out of his mouth, taking a deep breath as he begins feeling a familiar warm red liquid threatening to spill from the patchwork under his eyes.