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ghoularaki · 8 days ago

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w3lc0me t0 th3 fr3aksh0w <3 | 3

↠ summary: Your ex-boyfriend not satisfied with how the relationship ended comes back to teach you a lesson its best to keep your mouth shut. Some secrets are best left unspoken.

↠ word count: 11,960

↠ pairing: todoroki touya x reader, takami keigo x reader, geten x reader

↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, college/dark web au, DARK CONTENT, yandere! dabi, bullying, stalking, blackmail, panty shots, noncon touching/fingering, daddy kink, blood/gore, major character death, the reader talks about addicts in a very not nice way

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Leaning your head against the window, the blurry world rushed by you as you sat on the crowded bus. You hugged your bag close to your chest. Usually you would be more considerate of others, but after a long shift your feet ached. All help your parents offered had been cut off after you reported Dabi to the police. Though they only did to appease Enji.

Your life had been entangled with the Todoroki’s way before you dated Dabi, but the details were foggy and unclear. From what you had been told, you were inseparable from Dabi’s youngest sister, Fuyumi. Though after an incident happened, your parents deemed it best for you to never come back as you were hospitalized and they didn’t want ‘you to get hurt again’.

But now you knew it was a load of shit. They just didn’t want to get on Enji’s bad side. The Todoroki’s were the rich of rich, the upper echelon of society. And your parents would do anything to crawl and grovel anywhere near at least a step on the ladder.

Your parents weren’t anywhere near poor, you knew full well you came from a well off family with your father owning a reputable and flourishing business, but any success pales in comparison to the empire the Todoroki’s possessed.

To continue on with the family legacy your father and mother forced you to get a degree in business. Since they were only fueling their own desires, they paid for everything in the beginning. You didn’t have to worry too much about expenses. Even then, you refused to take more than given. Anything your parents offered came with a hefty price. Though they quickly dropped you after you sent Dabi to jail.

They basically disowned you and cut all funds they were giving off. At first, you panicked, scared, but relief filled you. For once you would be granted freedom and true free will. But your leash was only handed over to Enji instead.

He had you in the palm of his hand. You were ready to change majors and careers paths you actually had interest in, go to a cheaper college—finally start your life over. Enji ripped that away from you when he held over your head the fact he’s a main administer at the college and could strip you any ability to make a living.

He made an offer: you could drop out and live your life in misery, or you continue your degree and he would get you a secure job, but every move you made would be heavy monitored. You were completely under his thumb.

Enji paid for all your college expenses, but everything else you were on your own. Hating to be a burden on your friends, you got a job without telling any of them. Everyone still thought your parents were giving you an allowance and you wanted to keep it that way.

Bored of the darkening city flashing by you, you pulled your phone from your front pocket and flipped it open.

still coming over?

from: ice prince (≧◡≦) ♡

sent 7:13 PM

on da bus 2 u

from: my princess

sent 7:21 PM

get here safely

from: ice prince (≧◡≦) ♡

sent 7:22 PM

hmm ill think about it, feeling like causing an accident

from: my princess

sent 7:23 PM

don’t be annoying, brat

from: ice prince (≧◡≦) ♡

sent 7:24 PM

from: my princess

sent 7:24 PM

Smiling down at your phone, you accidentally let a giggle tumble out. Embarrassed, you glanced up and around to bus to see if anyone heard. Your eyes caught the mirror at the front of the bus. A flash of blue stared back. Squinting hard, you didn’t want to believe what you saw.

Sucking in a ragged breath, you snapped your attention to the bus driver. He definitely saw that you saw him. Clutching onto your phone, you dared to look again. This time, he didn’t break eye contact. A smirk dimpled his scarred skin.

A deer entranced by the headlights of its impending doom, you continued to stare. Your mind raced as your body sat paralyzed. You contemplated texting Geten but ultimately what could he do?

The university crept into view. Dabi already knew where your dorm was, but not Geten’s apartment. Putting Geten’s safety above your own and trying to think a step ahead, you pressed the button to alert the bus driver to let you off.

Standing up as the bus came to a screeching halt, you observed Dabi standing up as well. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you shuffled past the driver.

“Thank you,” You mumbled out as you scrambled down the stairs.

From the corner of your eye, Dabi took the doors in the middle of the bus instead. Before he could even step out the bus, you quickened your pace towards the dorms. Behind you, his boots resonated from the rubber leisurely stomping against the concrete. He was in no rush, but kept you in his line of sight.

Under the streetlights, you searched for the shadows of other people. You knew ultimately no one would help you—everyone knew the power Dabi held—but it gave you shaky comfort. That’s not even putting who his father is into the equation. He made a reputation for himself outside of the Todoroki name.

His own shadow loomed, following closely but enough to give you some wiggle room. Likened to mouse loosely clutched in the jaws on a cat, he let you think you could escape. You refused to turn around, walking faster, you glanced at the shortcut. Instead of weaving through the buildings you could sprint across the parking lot and patches of grass. You would leave yourself open, but he already knew where you were.

In front of you, you saw a small building used for registration. They don’t close until eight so you had time. Redirecting yourself, you tightened your grip on your backpack straps. Hoping he didn’t know the building well, you could exit through the back and cut through to the dorms.

Hand outreached, you gripped the cool metal and swung the door open. Not wasting time to close it behind you, you raced the lady at her desk.

“Can I help-” She didn’t even get to finish her sentence as you sped around the corner and out of her sight.

The florescent lights flickered above you as your slippery shoes smacked against the tiled floors. The offices were empty around you, everyone must have gone home by now. Lucky them.

Dabi found you again. His familiar footsteps bellowed through the lonesome halls. His pace quickened past his lazy stride, not wanting to lose you. Whipping around the corner, you spared a glance at him. He didn’t look happy. Annoyance clear on his face that he had to speed walk to keep up with you.

Turning another corner in hopes to throw him off, you almost slammed into a wall. You hissed as you checked your shoulder against the corner. Wincing, you breathed heavily. The long day had gotten to you and impromptu game of cat and mouse ran you ragged.

Your sprint slowed to a light jog as you ended up at a dead end. You frantically looked around as you realized you took a wrong turn.

“Come out, come out where ever you are,” Dabi drawled out.

To the left of you an unoccupied office called out to you. Twisting the door knob, it opened with ease. Gently as you could, you closed the door closed and crouched down. You looked for a lock but sadly it could only lock from the outside with a key.

Awkwardly still in a crouch, you walked towards the window to the left of the desk. Flipping open the hinge, you pulled it open with your fingers until you could push with your palms instead. As you opened it enough to fit in, the door creaked. Spinning around, Dabi stood in the door, casted in darkness. The piercing lights outlined his lithe frame and dark hair.

You stared at each other for moment, waiting to see what the other would do. Your shoulders heaved up and down as you sat in nausea inducing anticipation.

“Are you really going to jump out a window just to avoid me?”

“You’re the one stalking me,” You stated matter-of-factly.

He approached closer. Being further in the room, you could see the smirk on his lips. “Can’t argue with that.”

You swung one leg out the window, not liking how he came closer. Pupils blown out from adrenaline, you felt like the unsuspecting prey. In a stand off, to see how much farther you can run before you tired yourself out. Endurance hunting, you read about it somewhere and you couldn’t help feeling like the one being hunted.

“How much longer are you going to do this.” He kept talking, not so subtly walking towards your frame in slow strides.

Another step, you throw your other leg over the frame. Your torso stayed twisted so he didn’t leave your line of sight. He was now only an arms length away.

“Until you take the hint.”

Jumping out the window, Dabi’s hand brushed against your backpack. You screamed when you felt the minor tug, but the window being under a hill gave you enough momentum to slip through his fingers. Stumbling, you ran down the small decline.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” Dabi shouted out the window, crawling out of it. He wasn’t as agile as you getting through due to his taller form.

With tiny, quick steps, you scampered down the hill with him hot on your trail. Clutching onto the straps, you stumbled onto the flat bit of grass. Taking a sharp turn, you race towards the pathways to the dorms. Dabi’s quick, lumbering footfalls thunder behind you. He was no longer leisurely prowling not too far behind. He had a goal, nab you before you could escape again.

With the doors only a mere few feet away, you shove your hand into your pocket. Shaky fingers fumble for the key card attached to your lanyard with your student ID. Cradling it with your palm, you glanced so it faced the right way. Not slowing your pace, you slammed straight into the doors. Slapping the card against the reader, it chirped, the door clicking open.

Stepping back, you swung the door towards you. Glancing behind you, a screech scared the birds sitting peacefully in the trees, they cried as they flew away. Dabi barrelled towards you, a finger brush away from swallowing you.

Slipping into the door, you clutched the metal handle and tugged it to you. Stopping himself right before slamming into the glass, he stared at you with an eerily calm expression despite his flared nostrils to take in more air.

Adrenaline coursed through you, your hands slicked from the sweat soaking them. Your digits clutched the lanyard, thankful you didn’t drop it while being chased by this fucking psycho.

Not saying a word, he waved at you with such a serene air to him. A stark difference from in the office. Your face must of pinched as he laughed at you, his grin so wide it must hurt.

Admitting defeat, he stepped away. You did not move as his lithe frame sauntered off the campus, away from you. But, he would come back, he always does.

Blinking, you spun on your heel and walked the path to your dorm. In complete silence your traverse the halls until you reach the room. Twisting the knob, you walk in and slump against the slab of wood. Flipping the lock, your lips started to wobble.

Ripping your backpack off, you threw it into some corner of your room. Breathing heavily once more, your rack your nails through your hair. Tugging at the strands, you screamed. Crying out, you slid down the door until your butt ungracefully hit the door. Curling up into a ball, you cradle yourself as you sobbed into the darkening, empty room.

Work had been grueling. Blowing a stray hair away from your face, you perched a tray on your palm. Forcing a false smile on your lips, your mary-jane heels clicked against the tiled floor. The intricate drinks barely swayed with each step. After working here for almost a year, you have gotten quite good. If you wanted to pretend, you could call yourself a simple waitress, but you wouldn’t kid yourself.

Bubbly, you went over to your table, “Here’s your drinks, masters!”

All the men at the table were awkward in that excited way. You were used to it, you preferred these customers over the smarmy ones. The glasses and tea cups clinked against the table. Finished, you bowed to them and heading back towards the kitchen.

Your frilly black and white maid dress flounced around your upper thighs. You hated this job, but it was the only place hiring around this area that you could feasibly take to bus to. Purposely picking a job far away, it took about an hour and half to get here after a bus ride, a train and then another bus. You didn’t want your friends to see you like this. They were still under the impression that your parents were paying for everything. If only they knew.

“Y/n!” Your boss called to you.

Hiding your eye roll, you sauntered over to him. “Yes?”

Not looking up from his phone, he pointed over to the right side of the cafe. “There’s a customer asking specifically for you.”

Throwing a mini tantrum, you threw your head back and groaned, “Please don’t tell me it’s Mr. Tsukishima. He’s such a creep.”

He glanced up at you, “No, it’s the one in red.” Not giving you anything else, he went back to his phone.

Cursing him under your breath, he was such an ass. If you texted on the clock like he did, he would fire you immediately. Sucking down the agitation, you spun on your heel and put back on your bright persona. Surveying the tables, you spotted who your boss was talking about.

Your feet faltered.

Keigo rested his chin on the palm of his hand and twinkled his fingers at you. Blood rushed in your ears drowning out the girly pop music playing in the background. Your vision swarmed as you forced yourself to push forward. Swallowing the ball forming in your esophagus, you stared at his smug expression.

As you reached your table, you could feel your boss’ eyes on you. Coughing despite how tense your throat was, you gave a shaky smile.

“What can I-uh, what can I get you today…” You trailed off.

Keigo raised his brow with a hum.

Sighing, you continued, “Master.”

A smile didn’t leave his full, rosy lips. He kept staring for a moment, his golden irises flitting over your attire, satisfied. Reaching a hand out, he pinched the hem of the skirt.

“They couldn’t give you anything longer?” He tilted his head like an owl, mocking you.

Through gritted teeth that could be mistaken for a smile, you sweetly seethed, “No.” You snatched the skirt back.

Letting go a little too easily, he reached for the menu. Flipping it open with a fwop he browsed the options. Keigo didn’t say anything as he pretend to contemplate every option. You were left to stand there like an idiot, unable to do anything beside wait.

“Do you need more time to choose?” You subtly hinted that you had other things to do.

He slapped the menu closed, the sound had you flinch. Twisting his torso so he gave you his undivided attention, he smiled once more.

“Is there anything you recommend?”

Your eye twitched. He seriously wasted five minutes looking just to fucking ask that. Breathing out, the fear quickly turned to anger. How dare he come and harass you at your workplace. Thing was, he technically hasn't done anything so you couldn’t even kick him out.

“I really like the chocomint-”

Keigo stuck his tongue childishly, “Ew, I hate mint chocolate.”

“Would you like the strawberry latte more?” You didn’t even try to entertain his obvious teasing. He wanted to make a fool out of you.

“That sounds lovely.”

“I will be right out with it.” You bowed to him and turned around.

His hand engulfed your wrist and stopped you in your tracks. Stationary, you twisted back to him. Your fingers shook from his grip. Heart in your throat, your pupils expanded from the adrenaline.

“What do you say?”

“Huh?”

His voice was underwater.

Tugged you down so hard you had to catch yourself on the back of his chair, your face hovered over his.

“What do you call me, Y/n?”

Gulping, you stuttered, “Master?”

Beaming up at you, he let you go. Snatching your wrist back, you clutched it and cradled it to your chest. Pivoting on your heel, you raced to the coffee machines, sniffling.

With shaking hands, you kicked on the machine. Grabbing a dainty mug, you grabbed the syrup and coated the inside. From the corner of your eye, you watched Keigo. He had pulled out his phone and his thumb rapidly pressed against the keyboard. Foreboding sunk deep in your stomach. Maybe if you threw up right now, you could go home. But you knew, Keigo would only follow and come back again.

Finished with his drink, you grabbed a tray and set the mug down. Racing over to him, you wanted him out of here as fast as possible.

“Miss!” A voice called for you.

Whipping around, you saw one of the men from your other table waving you down.

Smiling, you stopped, “Sorry, master, let me finish this and I will be right with you.”

The man who worked up the courage to beckon you, blushed and nodded with a shy smile. You stifled the scoff, what a loser. The second you had enough saved, you were quitting this stupid job.

Focusing on one thing at a time, you approached Keigo sooner than you would like. Setting down his latte in front of him, you tucked the tray to lay on your stomach, hands clutching the rim.

“Anything else I can get you, master?”

Suspiciously, he only smiled, “Not yet.”

Pinching your face in confusion, you stepped away. Keigo let you, but watched you like a hawk. Going back to the other table, you tried to smile. His eyes piercing into your back.

The table of awkward men stumbled over their words to tell you they needed the bill.

“Right away, masters!”

You went to the cash register and started to plug in their orders. Punching into the old keys, the mechanical buttons creaked. The bell on the front door twinkled, filling the air. Glancing at the door, you didn’t see any customer. That’s weird.

Hitting enter of the register, you shifted your weight on one leg. These damn heels were digging into your toes. Shaking out the pain, you ripped the receipt off the printer. Shoving it into a spare pink, leather binder, you sauntered back to the men.

Sneaking a glance at Keigo, the little binder slipped from your hands and toppled on the floor. Your feet tingled for a different reason. Body screaming to run, Dabi sat across from Keigo. At the clattering, he dragged his eyes over to you. He tilted his head at your obvious trembling fingers.

“Miss?” A voice cut in.

Still shivering, you bent down and grabbed the receipt, not taking your gaze off the two men. Picking it up, you raised and slowly spun your head back to the table.

Your voice thick, you muttered, “How will you be paying today?”

One of the men’s face recoiled, obviously not liking you didn’t say master. You didn’t care, you weren’t going humiliate yourself like that in front of Dabi.

“Cash.”

Working up a shaking smile, you gathered the cash given to you. As you were about to plug it into the register and give the change back, the one displeased with you told you to keep the change. They all gathered their stuff and left the cafe. Money in hand, you kept your head down. Crumpling up the cash, you stomped over to the register and shoved all the money inside. Slamming the drawer closed, you stuffed the receipt into the accordion folder.

Mustering up the courage you didn’t have, you dragged yourself to Dabi and Keigo. There was no way to avoid him.

Still scared, you couldn’t help your anger, “What are you doing here?”

Like the cat that ate the canary, Dabi grinned wide, “Is that any way to talk to a paying customer?”

“Yeah Y/n-chan, you don’t want us to tell your boss, would you?”

Whipping your head to Keigo, you sneered, “You have no right-”

Dabi raised his hand, ready to call over your employer. Like a kicked dog, all your fight slipped out from you. Clutching onto his wrist, you forced his arm down. Not putting up any resistance, Dabi welcomed your desperate clutch.

“Please, don’t,” You begged. You needed this job.

Flinching back as his hand reached up, you let him cup your cheek and stroke your cheekbone. “That’s more like it, baby.”

Clearing your throat, you lifted yourself back up.

Pretend he’s just like every other customer, you chanted in your head.

“What would you like, m-master?” Hot humiliation filled you, burning behind your eyes.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Dabi chuckled out, slipping further into his seat while spreading his legs. A bulge prominent in his pants, he was already half-hard.

“Can’t say I don’t enjoy seeing her so pathetic like this,” Keigo taunted. He only smirked, showing off his canine when Dabi threw him a glare. “What do you say, scarface? Should we commemorate this?”

Before Dabi could even reply, Keigo grabbed his phone. Grabbing the hem of the skirt once more, he flipped it up and snapped a picture of your panties. Yelping, you shoved your dress back down.

“What the fuck?” You barked.

Keigo laughed as he showed Dabi his screen. You could only blink as Dabi huffed out a chortle of his own.

“Pink skulls, really? You don’t change do you?” Your ex peered up at you, not caring at all.

Tears sprung in your eyes. Crinkling your maid dress between your trembling fists, you went to tell your boss. You had enough.

This time, Dabi was the one to grab your wrist and tug you down. Forcing you to sit on his lap, you frantically looked for anyone to help you, but the cafe was basically empty. Of course your boss went for his hourly smoke break.

In the process of shoving you on his thighs, your skirt rid up, your panties on full display under the table. You heard the shutter of a phone camera along with a quick flash of light that illuminated Keigo’s face. Squirming, you tried to get off.

Wrapping his arms around your torso and your arms, you were bound to Dabi. You kicked against his shins with the pointy part of your heel, but he didn’t budge.

Keigo pulled his arms from under the table and presented both you his phone. From here, you could clearly see your underwear and bare thighs on full display.

“What you think, is it a good photo, Y/n-chan?” Keigo's gaze stayed on your face, a smug smile stretched his lips.

You attempted to jump to grab the phone, but Dabi pushed you back to his chest. Sick of this, you opened your mouth to scream, but your ex slapped his hand over your lower face.

“You’re so predictable, you know that?” Dabi sighed into your ear.

Cursing him out from under his palm, you glared at Keigo, not able to look at Dabi from this angle.

Keigo gave a mocking pout, “Oh no, we made the snitch mad.”

Ignoring the man in front of him, Dabi turned you to sit more sideways to look you in the eye. Your mascara run down your face, coating the edge of his pointer finger.

“Here’s the deal. You do what we want, or these pictures,” He nodded towards Keigo’s phone, “will be spread to everyone and they will know you what you do. You want this a secret, right?”

Seething, you bobbed your head in agreement.

“Good. Unblock my number and stop running or else.”

More tears wet your cheeks and his hand. Seeing you got the picture, he let go of your face. Wiping away the salty water, he only spread the streaking makeup more. He continued, “You know I hate when we fight like this.”

Grabbing his hand, you pushed it off your face. “I need to get back to work.”

“Nah, I think you’re done for today.”

Dabi glanced at Keigo and he understood. You watched him as he went towards the employees only door. He must be telling your boss some lie that the idiot will believe. Keigo could charm anyone.

Helping you off his lap, you both stood up. Keeping your head down, you stared at your shiny mary-janes.

“I need to get changed,” You muttered.

Hooking a finger under your chin, he lifted your face, but you still didn’t look at him.

“Don’t even think of running.”

Shoving his hand off, you clenched your teeth. Pivoting on your foot, you marched to the back. Opening your locker, you grabbed all your stuff and slammed it closed. Stomping over to the bathroom, you rapidly got changed and shoved your uniform into your backpack. Snot dribbled down as the tears poured over. Wiping your nose with your sleeve, you sniffled.

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you took the walk shame out and see both of them waiting outside the cafe doors. From through the glass, Dabi took a huff of his cigarette and blew the swirling, grey smoke into the air. The bell chimed as you went outside with them.

Like you were still together, your ex slung his arm over your shoulders. Relaxing your spine, you slipped out from under him. Standing in front of him, not caring he spotted your blood shot eyes, you pointed a finger at him.

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

Putting your back to him, you raced to the bus stop, them not too far behind. Grabbing the handle of your bag, Dabi had you stumble backwards to him.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going back to my dorm, Touya.”

Dabi’s face fell at that. “That’s not my name anymore.”

Pushing his hand off your back, you got in his face, “And neither am I your girlfriend, but I guess we both aren’t getting what we want.”

He didn’t back down and loomed over you, using his height to his advantage. His piercing blues bobbled with rage. “Fine. Be a bitch, but we aren’t done with this.”

Flicking his lit cigarette off into the street, he stomped away. Keigo followed, but not before waving to you with a shit-eating grin. Trembling, your knees wobbling, wanting to collapse right here on the sidewalk. Mustering up the strength, you continued to the bus stop and waited.

A moment later, the bus came to a screeching halt. Paying and selecting a seat in the back, you swung your backpack to lay on your lap. Hugging it to your chest, you pulled out your phone. You had no texts.

Laying your forehead against the top of the bag, your leg bounced. Both rage and deep sadness pulled at your tendons. A scream climbing to your tongue, begging to be let out. As you got closer to the subway station, more anger coursed through you.

Going down the stairs to your train, you trembled with each step. Stewing in your thoughts, by the time you reached your stop, you didn’t even want to take the last bus ride. Sunlight still hung in the sky. Walking the rest of the way to the dorms, you had thirty minutes to seethe.

You don’t get why Dabi won’t take the hint. Whatever you two had died last year. Your relationship was built on lies anyway. He knew exactly what he did to you ages ago and never brought it up. He fucking targeted you and dragged you down with him. But you refused to drown with him.

Swiping your ID against the keycard, you marched up to your dorm. You need to rant to someone before you lost your mind. Toga would be the worst to tell this to, she might actually kill them in broad daylight. And Geten, well, you were scared for him. Plus you needed someone with an outside perspective about this.

Booting up your laptop, a message already awaited you.

hey gurl!!

from: killerkiko

sent 3:23 PM

hiii. can i vent to you ; (◞‸◟)

from: psychokitty

sent 4:56 PM

what happened :(

from: killerkiko

sent 4:57 PM

you know the crazy ex i told you about?

from: psychokitty

sent 4:56 PM

that psycho? what he do this time

from: killerkiko

sent 4:57 PM

it wasnt just him, its that fucking dick riding blond bitch too

from: psychokitty

sent 4:56 PM

oh… ?

from: killerkiko

sent 4:57 PM

sorry i’m just so upset. they found out where i work and you know how much i hate working there but i have no other options. they took pictures and are blackmailing me and telling me that i have to do what they want or theyll tel every1 and enji doesnt know and im sure he will rip me a new one. my life is so fucked kiko

from: psychokitty

sent 4:56 PM

wait, what pictures ?

from: killerkiko

sent 4:57 PM

oh um this is so embarssing but they took panty shots

from: psychokitty

sent 4:56 PM

gurl wtf can you tell its you

from: killerkiko

sent 4:57 PM

not really unless you slept with me and know what underwear i like lol but my ex has a lot of influence so if he says its me then its me. haha i’m so fucked arnt i

from: psychokitty

sent 5:00 PM

you should get back at them

from: killerkiko

sent 5:01 PM

wut? how????

from: psychokitty

sent 5:01 PM

i’m sure you have dirt on them too

from: killerkiko

sent 5:05 PM

you dont know half of it. im scared it will get back to me tho

from: psychokitty

sent 5:06 PM

or just spread a rumor, no one has to know its you

from: killerkiko

sent 5:08 PM

You stared at your screen for a moment, contemplating. Chewing on your bottom lip, the impulse to do something stupid doesn’t leave you. Maybe Kiko was right, why do they get to just ruin your life especially Keigo. He had no part in this, but he inserted him into your horrible breakup. You want at least some payback.

Pulling up the university blog form, you make a new account. Without thinking, you started typing:

no one heard this from me, but i saw takami keigo do drugs before his game. from what i heard he usually takes coke to keep himself alert and pumped before each game. that whole natural being the fastest is bullshit, he’s a druggie just like his supplier todoroki touya aka dabi. yeah that dabi who’s todoroki enji’s son. both him and keigo sells drugs to other kids on campus for a quick buck despite being filthy fucking rich. be careful around them and their friends bc they are all drugged out losers who sell cheap shit for a high price.

More words tumbled out of you as you bitterly sobbed. You wanted to say more, expose more, but you knew this was enough. If you said anything besides this, it would be easily traced back to you. Not thinking, you posted it. Leaning back in your chair, you clicked back on Kiko’s profile.

did i do something stupid?

from: psychokitty

sent 5:48 PM

haha did you actually do it

from: killerkiko

sent 5:56 PM

yeah….

from: psychokitty

sent 5:56 PM

good on u gurl you feel better ?

from: killerkiko

sent 6:01PM

am i a bad person if i say yes lol

from: psychokitty

sent 6:03 PM

no youre not

from: killerkiko

sent 6:04 PM

thanks kiko you really helped, i think im gonna sleep early

from: psychokitty

sent 6:05 PM

night <3

from: killerkiko

sent 6:05 PM

night <33

from: psychokitty

sent 6:06 PM

Squinting your left eye, you groggily groan at the sunlight peering in through your window. You forgot to close the blinds last night. Shoving your pillow over your head, you flopped back down and tried to get more sleep.

What happened yesterday came rushing back. Spring up so fast, the pillow went flying, your head whipped to your closed laptop.

“Shit, shit, shit, fucking shit,” You muttered while untangling yourself from your sheets.

Stumbling over to your desk, you flipped open the computer, hunched over. The tab to the blog was still open. Though your post along with your account had been deleted. Digging the heels of your palms into your eyes, you cursed yourself out. How could you be so fucking stupid?

Scrambling for your phone, there was one text message left unread.

Watch yourself.

from: Mr. Todoroki (flaming cunt)

sent 6:00 AM

You were so screwed. Of course he was able to figure it out it was you, that man knew your every move. Nothing got past him. Smacking yourself in the head with a grimace, you berated yourself for being so dumb. Being overemotional was not an excuse. The childish part of you wanted to blame Kiko solely for this, but you were the one that listened to her. You should have know better. Crossing your fingers, you hoped only Enji figured out who made the post.

Glancing at the time, you were late for class, again.

“Are you fucking kidding me,” You groaned to yourself as you scrambled to get ready.

Shoving on whatever was clean clothes near you, deciding to just shower after class, you raced out the door, slipping on the shoes closest. Snatching your bag from last night, you raced out the door.

“Late again?” Ayame shouted as you sprinted past her in the hallway.

You only offered her the finger as you continued running. Luckily you only had one class today, but it was a lecture, so much fun. With haste, you arrived only ten minutes late, swinging open the back door. The professor merely glanced at you before continuing his lecture. He surely despised you and you didn’t blame him.

“Again?” Toga leaned over, not really whispering that well.

“Ugh not you too, Ayame gave me shit, too.”

Toga shrugged cutely, “Well…”

“I’m well aware I have been slacking. It’s been a lot,” You sagged into your seat, wishing you could just curl into a ball and stay there forever.

Toga rested her head on your shoulder and nuzzled, “I know, girl, I know.”

Leaning back to her full height, she left you alone. Trying to focus, you reached into your bag for your notebook. Instead your hand grabbed your work uniform. A cold stone dropped in your stomach. Zipping your bag shut, you awkwardly sat straight up.

Glancing at your phone, there was still no message sent from neither Dabi or Keigo. You had unblocked them before falling asleep. Them being so silent freaked you out. Abandoning trying to focus, you stared at your phone, terrified.

A palm landing on your shoulder had you scream. Slapping a hand over your mouth, you stared wide eyed at Toga who only looked at you in shock.

“What the actual fuck was that?”

“You scared the shit out of me!” You yelled back, unable to think of any excuse.

“Damn, I think you pierced my eardrum,” Shigaraki complained, his finger pressing against his ear. Walking over to you two, he inserted himself into the conversation.

Getting up from your seat, you cradled your backpack, refusing to let it out of your sight. Ignoring both of them, you asked, “So are we getting lunch?”

Toga and Shigaraki spared each other a quick side eye.

“Yeah, let’s go!” Toga cheered, slinging her arm around your shoulder.

Leaving her be, you let her guide out of the classroom, Shigaraki not too far behind. Walking towards the cafeteria, you pulled out your phone. Geten had called you.

Pulling away from Toga, you shook your phone, “Hey I got to take this. Meet you outside.”

Her mouth parted to say something, but you were already gone. Speed walking outside, you shivered at the Autumn air. Beelining for the vending machines, you went straight for the chips. With one hand, your phone beeped as you pressed the buttons to call your boyfriend back.

He picked up after two rings, “Where were you?”

The chips fell into the dispenser. Reaching down, the metal flap flipped up as you grabbed your food. “Shit, I’m really sorry. I wish I could give you a good excuse.”

Geten was silent for a moment. “Is this about yesterday?”

You hated how perceptive he was. “I can’t hide anything from you, can I?”

“I preferred if you didn’t. I can’t help you if you won’t let me.”

You sniffled as your eyes stung, you meekly mumbled, “I know…” God, he turned you into such a big baby.

“Are you in class right now?”

Kicking a stray rock, you went over to a free table. “No, I’m in the courtyard.”

“I’m coming to pick you up. Wait there.” Through the line you could hear the rustling of clothes as Geten got up and searched for his keys.

“No, don’t, I can just take the bus.”

“Princess?” He softly called.

“Yeah?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Giggling, you smiled for once in what felt like a week. “I’ll see you in a couple minutes.”

“Good girl, I’ll be there soon.”

Giddy, you hung up the call and stared at your phone. It’s not fair how well he knew you. Him and Dabi were so different. Dabi was hot, like a fire that never wavered. Everything he felt, he felt at thousand percent. His anger scolded, licked at your skin.

Geten had such a cool flare to him. A cold stony marble, a level head that kept you even. With Dabi, you two were like pouring kerosene on a raging flame.

“What’s got you so happy?” Shigaraki asked, pulling you from your stupor.

Looking up at him, you waved him off, “Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“Is it your new boy toy?” Mirko mocked, coming over as well.

She took the seat across from you, Bubaigawara taking his place next to her to sit facing Toga. Said petite girl sat to your left while Shigaraki took the spot to your right.

Confused, your face pinched, “What the fuck are you guys all doing here?”

Toga smiled, though faltering, “I thought we could all eat together, ya know? Like old times!”

“Yeah, Y/n, like old times,” Keigo’s voice had your heart skip a beat.

Taking the free seat diagonal to you, his eyes never strayed. The need to vomit stuck to your gums like glue. This was too much. Your uniform being in your bag only made this worse. All the evidence was right there.

Your eyes bounced around the courtyard waiting for Dabi to pop up as well. Everyone joked and laughed around you, like nothing changed. You were a mere spectator to the joy surrounding the table. Food was shared but your bag of chips was left untouched. Keigo joined in on the fun, but he never broke his gaze off you. Like a bird hunting its prey. For some reason, the thought that he knew about the post wouldn’t leave.

Pinpricks shuttered throughout your body, the wait for the shoe to drop was driving you insane. This silent torture made you ill. Maybe if you exposed yourself before Dabi and Keigo did then all their leverage would be gone. Sure they still had the panty shots, but what good would they be if everyone already knew.

A dam was about to burst in your stomach.

“Hey, princess,” Geten’s voice pulled you back.

Spinning your head around, Geten made his way over to you, hands in pockets. You were about to get up when he pulled a hand out and motioned for you to stay sitting.

Mirko faked a gag at the nickname, but you chose to ignore her. Beaming up at him, he stood behind you. Petting your hair, he gave a tiny smile as the grin stayed on your lips.

“You want to sit?” Shigaraki asked, ready to move if needed.

No one here really liked Geten. When he attended the college he was a loner and refused to interact with anybody. He always had a bad attitude. They also didn’t like him because the one time Toga invited him to a party, he not so politely told them to keep their drug infested orgies to themselves. Ever the charmer. Like most things about drama, Shigaraki didn’t give a fuck, though. He found the comment funny despite also finding Geten annoying.

“No. We won’t be long,” Geten answered Shigaraki, but kept his focus on Keigo.

Oh no.

Sensing the challenge, Keigo grinned showing his canines, “Yeah, man, come on and join us.”

Geten’s face recoiled in disgust, “Do these guys know how much of a weirdo you are?”

Keigo’s face fell for a second before springing back with his lazy, boyish grin. “No weirder than they are.”

“Hey!” Toga called, deeply offended to be compared to him.

“Like I’m sure they all know about the drugs, but what about the other things, Takami?”

“Geten,” You tugged on his shirt, trying to get him to stop.

Keigo’s lip twitched despite the smile, obviously irritated. “I have no clue what you are taking about.”

Geten hummed, “I’m sure you don’t. How about I tell everyone here? You wouldn’t like that, would you?”

Mirko butted in, “Stop being so cryptic and say it with your chest.”

He tilted his heat at that and stared down Keigo. “It’s not so fun on the other side, is it?”

Seeing he obviously got under his skin, Geten gently grabbed your hand and pulled you from your seat. Throwing your bag over his shoulder, he led you away from the group. Over your shoulder, you watched how Keigo started laughing, doing damage control as Mirko called Geten a freak.

“You didn’t need to do that,” You scolded.

“Yeah I did.”

“Geten-”

He stopped in his tracks and pulled you to him, “You don’t need to be tough.”

“I’m not being tough, I’m just scared what he or Dabi will do.”

“I’ll be fine, you on the other hand are not.”

Leaning your head on his chest, you cocooned yourself into his warmth. “You don’t know them like I do. Keigo won’t let that slide.”

“Stop worrying about me and let me deal with this, okay?”

Not wanting to argue, you let yourself sink further into him. For a second, you could pretend that wasn’t the dumbest move Geten could have ever done.

Shivering, you wrapped your arms around your torso for any sort of warmth. Cigarette hanging from your lips, you glanced around for any sign of Toga. Earlier today she texted you to do karaoke. You both haven’t gone in ages and she could tell you needed to let loose.

“Y/n!” Her voice bellowed throughout the busy streets, her arm raised high in sky, waving frantically.

Waving back, you snubbed the cigarette and shoved the half finished stick into the carton.

“What took you so long? I’m practically shivering my ass off out here.” Your teeth clacked together to emphasize your point.

“Sorry, sorry. I was waiting on Jin, but you know how he is.”

Your brows furrowed, “Bubaigawara’s coming?”

Toga paused and gave you a guilty smile, “Along with everyone else.”

“Himiko,” You growled, you were not prepared to see any of them.

“I’m sorry, okay? I told Keigo and Dabi to behave themselves. I didn’t mean for them to come either, Jin invited them and it’s hard to say no to the guy.”

Sighing, you couldn’t help but feel a little betrayed. You knew Toga was on your side, but all she knew was that you and Dabi had a messy breakup, not the extent as to why you were avoiding him so much. Honestly, you were scared to tell her, scared to tell anyone. If Toga knew everything, she would probably kill Dabi, or at least cut ties with everyone and you didn’t want that. Toga had a hard time making friends. She finally found her little family and who were you to take that from her?

“Let’s go get a room.”

Toga scampered after you and clung onto your arm, “Are you mad at me?”

“A little bit, but it’s not your fault. Let’s just forget about and have fun,” You smiled at her.

She stared for a moment, “You’re hiding something from me.”

You sagged, hating how well she knew you. “You and Geten are like bloodhounds, I swear. I’ll tell you soon, I just don’t know if I’m ready to say anything quite yet.”

Squinting her eyes at you, she decided to let it go. “Fine, but you can’t avoid it forever.”

“You don’t even know the half of it.”

Walking to the counter to rent out a room, you were stopped by a hand clamping down on your nape. The hot palm seared your skin. He arrived sooner than you hoped.

“Miss me, doll?” His nosed brushed up against your ear.

Facing him, Dabi’s pupils were blown wide. He was high. That only meant trouble for you.

Toga quickly cut in, “Hey, hey! Didn’t I tell you to behave.” She had a scowl on her face with her hands on her hips.

Surprisingly, Dabi listened. Pulling away, he lifted his hand up in surrender and walked around her. He ogled at you before going to the assigned room. Toga beamed at you, content with herself. Little victories, but he would come back.

Entering the room, Dabi sat in the corner with his arms spread across the back of the leather seating. The TV sat right next the door on the left. You were about to take the seat closest to said door when Dabi subtly beckoned you over with two tattooed fingers.

Reluctant, you mosied over, like lamb to the slaughter. Slotting yourself next to him, you left a few inches of space between you two.

“Saving room for Jesus?” Dabi snarked.

Your swiveled your head to glare at him. “I don’t want anything to do with you, but you can’t take a fucking hint.”

Dabi huffed out a tiny laugh, a lazy grin on his face. “You’re so lucky I’m high as shit or else I would have taken you over my knee like five minutes ago.”

“You’re fucking ridiculous.” You crossed your arms and waited for everyone else to pile into the room.

Your watched as Keigo came in first and sauntered over to take the open seat by you, sitting closer than needed. So much for being on their best behavior. Never in a million years did you think you would say this, but Mirko was your saving grace, arriving with the booze.

The second the alcohol sat on the table, you grabbed a bottle. Cracking the lid open, you flicked off the top and took a hefty swig.

Mirko laughed while Toga whistled, “Now that’s more like it!”

The bottle was tiny so you chugged it all down in one go. Probably not your best judgement, but with so many people around, the two men crowding you couldn’t do much. You were in for a long night and you needed something in your system.

“Shouldn’t you slow down?” Dabi questioned. “You’re kinda a light-weight.”

“Fuck off.”

Toga jumped up to the front of the room and flicked off the lights. Turning on the tiny disco ball in the room, swirling colors of green, red and blue casted everyone in a dim glow. Queuing up her desired song, Toga obviously went first.

Reaching for another bottle, this time you poured it into a plastic cup, not wanting to horde it all. Clutching onto the cup, you took another sip. The pleasant wooziness overtook you. Laughing, you pointed at Toga when she stumbled over the words.

Leaning back into the cushions, you hummed along to the song as Mirko went up next. You weren’t in the mood to sing anymore, but it was fun watching everyone else go. Not really paying attention, your head rested against Dabi’s outstretched arm.

Confused by the warmth, you turned your head to Dabi. A cigarette perched on his lips, he reached for his lighter.

“Hey, you can’t smoke in here,” You pouted. Clumsily, you reached over him and snatched it from his lips. The second you pried it from his mouth, you realized what you did.

Okay, so you should have listened to him. You were gone.

Dropping the cigarette, you placed your cup down and reverted inward. You haven’t done that since you two were in a relationship. Dabi was thinking the same thing as he didn’t stop staring.

A chime broke you from your thoughts. Peering down, you saw a text message from Geten.

did you get there safe?

from: ice prince (≧◡≦) ♡

sent 9:46 PM

Smiling with all teeth, you went to message him back. Dabi scoffed from the side of you. Looking up, he leaned over to read what was sent. Snapping your phone closed, you glared at him.

“He’s such a loser.”

“By caring about me? That’s rich coming from your mouth.”

Fueled by jealousy, Dabi smirked. “I bet you think a lot about my mouth.”

Your mouth dropped in shock, “I’m not entertaining this.” Going back to your phone, you went to text your boyfriend.

Dabi wrapped his arm around you and hauled you thigh to thigh to him. Yelping, you fumbled with your phone until it clattered against the ground, going under the seat. Leaning down to grab it, you were stopped in your tracks. Dabi kept you pinned to his side.

Nuzzling into your neck, he dragged his nose up to your ear. “Does he fuck you like I did, hmm?”

You shivered at the hot breath brushing against your sensitive neck. Squirming, you whined as you attempted to bring your shoulder to your ear. Glancing around, no one was paying attention to you besides Keigo. He watched on with unblinking eyes.

Hooking his fingers under the hem of your shirt, Dabi pulled it down to gain more room. Poking his tongue out, he licked your cheek. Whimpering, you clenched your eyes closed as he kissed the soft skin. Peppering more little kisses downward until he reached your pulse point. Dragging his tongue upwards, he marked his territory with his spit. Nipping the skin, he soothed the ache by suction his lips around the bite.

Releasing you with a pop! he nosed back up to your ear, “Don’t you miss my tongue between your legs, licking your little clit.”

Reaching down, he blatantly cupped over your pussy. You shut your thighs, trying to block him from going further. Dabi only laughed. “Yeah your legs would clench just like that. You couldn’t take it, always begging for me to stop, but we both knew you loved it. Squirming and crying, begging for Daddy to-”

“Please stop,” You pathetically cried, silent. No one had looked over yet, but you were petrified for when they did.

Seeing how terrified you really were, Dabi slipped his hand from between your legs.

“Don’t be such a fucking baby,” He scolded, leaning back into the leather.

Before Dabi could do anything else, Toga flicked the overhead lights back on. The party must be over.

Using this as an excuse, you got up and away from Dabi’s clutches. Following suit, Dabi and Keigo got up, ready to head out. Thinking you were going to be close behind, they left. Everyone else still in the room, Mirko about to clean up, you stopped them.

“I’ll clean up. Himiko paid for the room and you guys bought the drinks. Let me help.”

Toga questioned you, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah! Geten’s planning on coming to get me anyway so I won’t be alone or have to walk to the station,” You reassured her.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Mirko stretched her arms above her head, and walked out.

“Call me if anything happens, okay?” Toga said, grabbing the stumbling Bubaigawara.

“Yes, yes. Go,” You laughed and pushed her out the door. Closing it, you let out a hefty sigh and leaned your back against the slab of wood. The mess wasn’t huge, but still bothersome.

Grabbing a black plastic bag they brought the alcohol in, you gathered up the empty bottles and cups. Swirling each glass, you made sure no drop of liquor was left inside. Putting the still filled drinks in their own pile, you planned to give them back to Mirko later. Maybe she will stop being a bitch to you if you don’t drink up all her alcohol.

Content with your work, you gathered up the trash bags and went to the door. Bags in hand, you twisted the knob. It wouldn’t budge.

Perplexed, you tried again. Nothing. Okay, let’s not freak out. You looked for a lock you might have absentmindedly switched. The handle only had a keyhole. Toga must have flipped it on accident. Groaning, you pounded on the door. Maybe a worker could hear you.

“Hello! I got locked inside!” You shouted, but the bass from the adjacent rooms drowned out your voice.

Panic filled you. What if you get locked in here forever and starve to death? Ready to pounded against the door, you stopped for a second. You forgot about your phone. You really shouldn’t have drank that much.

Walking back to the seats, you kneeled down and looked underneath. Your phone sat by the back wall. Shuffling your way so only your butt hung out, your fingers brushed against the phone. Fanning out your digits, you pushed the phone into your palm.

“Finally,” You huffed.

A low whistle called from behind you, “Well, would you look at that.”

You yelped at Keigo’s voice as you jumped. Your head hit against the wood above you. Hissing out in pain, you scrambled your way out. Rubbing against your head, phone still in hand, you stared up at them from your kneeling position.

“W-what are you doing here?” You scrambled to back on your feet.

“I wasn’t done with you, yet.” Dabi sauntered over, intent clear in his posture.

Bouncing over to the glass bottle, you raced over to use it as a weapon. Scooping you up, Dabi slammed you against the leather seats, knocking the wind out of you. He climbed on top of you, but you kicked your feet out.

“Get off me!” You screeched.

Using your boots to your advantage, you pressed them against his chest to push him off. Grabbing your calves, he pried your legs open to shove him torso between them.

Flipping up your skirt, he stared at the tights in his way. You screamed again, but he slapped a hand over your mouth.

“Give me something to gag her with.”

You sobbed and wailed against his palm. Keigo grabbed a spare bag and crumpled it up. Arm outstretched, Dabi grabbed it without breaking his gaze. Makeshift gag in hand, he forced your mouth open and pushed it inside before you could make a noise.

Going back to your tights, he dug his nails into the crouch area and ripped with such force your body jostled. Pushing against his shoulders, you kicked your feet out to get him away. Muffled sobbing carried throughout the room.

Your plain black panties were on full display for him. Slipping his finger under the hem, he pulled them to the side. Full on begging now, you punched against his chest. Gathering up your wrists, he shoved your arms above your head. Leaning more over you, Dabi stared at you as he pressed his fingers into your bare clit.

Tears coated your eyelashes giving them a darker appearance. Glaring at him, you hiccuped as he swirled his digits into the bud.

“You miss this, don’t you? Look at how wet you are already.”

Shaking your head, you denied as he picked up a steady rhythm. Even with the year away from each other, Dabi still knew your body so well. Firmly, but not harshly he played with your clit. Pinching and pulling, he watched as wetness started to dribble out. Gathering the slick, he pressed his finger into your empty hole. He eased his way in with little resistance.

“What a whore. Barely had to do anything and your cunt is sucking me in. Do you love being fucked that much, huh? I bet that cuck’s baby dick can’t do anything for you,” Dabi worked himself up, seething.

Punching his fingers inside, he didn’t let you get used to him at all. The clicking of your wetness being fucked back into you rung throughout the room. Using his palm, Dabi grinded the heel into your clit as he crooked his fingers up. Your back arched as he rubbed right against the spongy spot deep in you.

“Is Daddy making you feel good?”

Your thighs shook from the pleasure, but you still shook your head no. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Dabi sneered at you as he leaned down closer.

“Either admit it or I’m making you walk back your cuck of a boyfriend with my cum dripping out your cunt.”

Keening, you shook your head no, again.

Dabi tilted his head, mocking you, “No? My baby doesn’t want that?”

Trying to display any sign of submission, you let your head loll to the side as you rocked your hips against his fingers. Dabi bent down and bit down on your neck, holding you down. Your body shook as white clouded your vision. Sinking his teeth further in, you came with a whine, eyes clenched.

Giving you a few more slow pumps, Dabi pulled his fingers out of your winking hole. Sliding your panties back over your pussy, he gave it two slaps. You jumped at the smacks against your clit.

Dabi sat back, his back resting against the cushioned wall. Your chest heaved as you tried to come down from the high. Tears caked your cheeks as the drool from the gag dribbled down. Grabbing you, he forced you on his lap, back to his chest. He kept your legs spread, a hand cupped your pussy.

“Spit,” Your ex put his hand under your chin.

Scared to disobey, you let the trash tumble into his awaiting hand. He threw it somewhere in the room.

“Let’s keep this party going. Birdbrain turn off the lights.”

You had forgotten he was there. Ashamed he had seen you come, you stared at your lap, at the hot hand pressed against your pussy. The colorful lights illuminated the room once more as Keigo picked some niche, slow songs to play in the background.

Grabbing a still filled bottle, Keigo handed it to Dabi. The man behind you took a bountiful swig before bring it to your lips. You turned your head away, but Keigo leaned over and forced your face back.

The rim of the drink was forced past your lips as Dabi tilted it. The lukewarm alcohol poured down your throat. You tried to gulp down as much as you could without choking. Encouraging you, Dabi stroked your slit with his middle finger. Any time you stopped swallowing to cough, he stopped, too. Soon the bottle was both in your stomach, and coating your face and neck. Keigo cheered.

Pulling the bottle away, you leaned over as you coughed and gagged. Your nostrils flared as you gasped.

A knock at the door disrupted the air. Dabi forced your off his lap and the hand on your pussy now rubbed up and down your back as you tried your hardest not to throw up. Keigo got up and opened the door to see a meek worker.

“Could you guys please keep the noise down?”

Keigo put on his typical charm, “Oh so sorry about that. We got too excited. My deepest apologies.”

The worker blushed, bowed and walked away, not even caring to peer inside the room. Keigo cut the music and groaned.

“Ugh, that bitch totally ruined the mood.”

Dabi let you go and rubbed at his temples, “I agree. I got a fucking headache now. I think this shit it wearing off.”

The room swarmed as you flopped backwards onto the cushions. You were definitely going to vomit.

“Hey, you good?” Dabi asked, his tone seemed concerned, but you couldn’t make it over the pounding in your ears.

“G-go away.”

“You’re seriously still going to act like this?”

Curling in on yourself, you clutched onto your stomach. “I don’t feel good.”

“It’s just the spins, you’re alright.” He stroked your outer thigh, trying to be reassuring.

“I wanna go home,” You sobbed, coiling in tighter.

Dabi glanced over to Keigo who just shrugged.

“Okay, let’s get you back to your dorms, alright baby?”

Like every other time you refused, he ignored you and lifted you up. Taking off his own hoodie, he wrapped it around your waist to cover your exposed bottom. He hauled you onto his back as he walked out the room with your phone in his hand. Pawning it off to Keigo, he let the man go through it.

Keigo flipped through your messages and photos, finding nothing of importance. How boring. A few recent texts from Geten popped up. This dude seemed concerned, that’s funny.

Giving it back to Dabi, they loaded you into his car and Dabi instructed Keigo where to drive to, tangling and untangling his fingers from your hair. Not like Keigo really needed the help to get there anyway.

Geten has never felt an ire as deep as this one. After a couple nights ago, he’s sick of Dabi’s shit. Saturday night he was supposed to pick you up from the karaoke bar, but you never called, not a single text. Scared something happened, he drove to the bar just to be told two men from the group you came with had taken you home.

Scared out of his mind, he was just about to call the police when your caller ID popped up. Before he could even open his mouth to berate you for worrying him, your frantic sobs stung his ears. Through your garbled words, he made out that Dabi and Keigo cornered you in the room, and made you do things you didn’t want. He tried to press for more details, but you were too ashamed to expand past that.

Not wanting to stress you out more, he dropped it, and offered to pick you up. It’s been two days since then and you wouldn’t leave his bed. He emailed your professors that you would be out for the week due to a family emergency, you were basically inconsolable at this point. Cradling you to his chest, he had enough. After lolling you to sleep, he left his apartment.

In his spare time, he did some digging on Dabi and his little friend. Dabi tended to go to house parties rather than be on campus. Keigo had a reputation to keep up being both a star athlete and student, so he wasn’t always at the parties.

Squinting at his phone, he peered up at the house number, double checking he got the right address. Heavy music blasted through the closed door of the rich home. Some drunkards were scattered across the lawn, but Geten paid no mind. On a mission, he bursted through the front.

His frosty eyes surveyed every corner of the house. Weaving through the gaggle of people, he spotted a swatch of black hair hung by a secluded hallway. Perfect.

Zeroing in on the taller man, Geten marched right up and shoved the unsuspecting man against the wall. Thrusting his forearm against Dabi’s neck, he easily immobilized him. Dabi raised his hands in mock surrender with a lopsided grin.

“What’s got your panties in a bunch?”

“Stay the fuck away from Y/n,” Geten seethed.

Dabi’s carefree expression slipped, “Don’t tell me what to do with my girlfriend.”

Geten pushed him further into the wall. Dabi growled in response. Continuing, Geten bit, “She’s not yours, she’s not a toy you can fucking toss around as you please. Take the fucking hint, she doesn’t like you.”

“Did she tell you that? Her pussy last night said otherwise.”

Liquid anger built in Geten’s throat, though, he only tilted his head at the larger man. Eyes wide, Geten sneered, “You’re pathetic. Like a dog begging for scraps.”

Dabi snarled back, looking exactly like the rabid animal Geten described him as. “Don’t play with me, pretty boy.”

“Or what? I don’t care what you do, just leave Y/n alone.” Pushing him one last time, Geten departed from Dabi.

Coming here was useless. He will find another way to get Dabi off your back. As Geten had his back turned, Dabi came up from behind him, and wrapped an arm around his neck. Scrambling, Geten elbowed Dabi in the stomach, but he didn’t do much but grunt. Keigo sauntered around the corner, hands in his pockets.

Standing right in front of the odd man out, Keigo grabbed a little pink pill from his jeans.

“Open wide,” He cooed.

Geten tried to click his teeth together, but Dabi cut off his air supply, his mouth instinctively falling open. Ungracefully, Keigo shoved the pill onto Geten’s tongue, the bitter taste dissolving rapidly against the wet muscle. Whether it was the drug or the lack of oxygen, the world became woozy. Colors slid to the left as his vision went and his body became slack. He really should have listened to you.

“Hey, I think the cuck’s waking up,” A muffled voice rung in Geten’s ears.

Geten groaned at the sound, his head hung limply to the right.

A rough hand smacked against his cheek repeatedly, “Good morning, sunshine. We don’t got all day.”

A mix of black and blond blended into front of him as he tried to focus. Blinking rapidly, the two men came back in more clear view. They both stood above him, them at a height advantage from Geten being tied down to a busted, wooden chair. He was in some dank basement.

“What,” The words were thick in his palate, “what the fuck are you doing?”

“I think you need a lesson with you learning your place,” Dabi drawled out.

Geten’s shoulders bounced as he gravely laughed, “Did you seriously kidnap and drug me over a little jealousy fit? You’re such a loser, man.”

Dabi’s face dropped. Geten’s head spun a full ninety degrees from the swing of Dabi’s fist. Tears clouded his vision as his nose stung. Warm, coppery liquid dripped down onto his lips. The shuttering a phone camera rung through the cavernous room.

Grabbing Geten’s long, dove white hair, Dabi forced him to face him. Gathering the blood sticking to his teeth, Geten spat. The blood splattered against the other man’s face, he only flinched back due to reflexes.

“You’re going to regret that.”

“Get bent.”

Dabi cocked his fist back again and hit Geten right his eye. Snarling, Geten tried to bare through the pain as his eyebrow split and his eye immediately pulsed, swelling up.

Letting go of his hair, Dabi punch again and again. Blood poured from each strike. Geten could only laugh. The rattling sound stopped Dabi.

“What’s so fucking funny?”

“That you’re this hung up over your ex. It’s,” Geten paused to cough, “comical.”

Dabi’s face twitched. Shifting his weight onto on foot, he kicked Geten right in the chest. He fell backwards from the force, his head bounced up, smacking against the concrete. He couldn’t even grunt in pain as the same warm liquid pooled around his nape. Geten looked up at the dim light, he really did it this time.

Prowling over, Dabi stood over him and stomped against his already broken nose. Geten whined from the pain, but offered nothing more. He was dying. Too much blood was feathering out from the wound at the back of his skull. It was hard to feel anything as Dabi kicked him again. Maybe it was the drugs still in his system that made him feel so light, like everything was going to be okay.

He tried not to think of any regrets as his last thoughts, but he really hoped you wouldn’t have to identify his body if it’s ever found. Both Dabi and Keigo had daddy’s money, they would surely made sure his body never be found. That fucking sucks.

Blackness swarmed Geten, almost like he was falling asleep. Here, he could feel your head resting against his pillowy chest as he stroked up and down your back. You both basked in the afterglow, entangled body and heart. Geten smiled as his only unswollen eye rolled back, the light dimming.

Dabi kicked again, spying the smile on Geten’s face, “Why the fuck are you smiling, huh?”

Geten’s didn’t respond.

Furrowing his brows, Dabi used his toe to push against Geten’s colding face.

“Dude, I think he’s dead,” Keigo laughed, coming over. He snapped another picture. “His face looks like minced meat.”

“Ugh don’t say that, I’ll never be able to eat meat again.”

Keigo only shrugged, bending down to get more gritty details. Adjusting himself in his pants, he pushed Geten’s head to side to get a good picture of his cracked skull.

“I think you can see his brain.” The flash blanketed Keigo’s fascinated face in an eerie glow.

Dabi pulled a disgusted face, “You’re so weird. Let’s go before we get caught.”

Snapping another shot, Keigo stretched as he pulled up from his crouch. “Roger that.”

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Twisted Sanctuary

Synopsis: once a distant acquaintance from your life outside, your worlds collided when you inadvertently uncovered his dark dealings. Kai takes drastic measures to ensure not only your silence but your safety.

Pairing: yandere! kai chisaki x f! reader

word count: 1.5k

content: power imbalance, elements of distress, forced feeding, kidnapped reader, coercion

The dim light from the small barred window barely illuminated the sparse room. The scent of antiseptic was overpowering, clinging to every surface, and every sterile, white wall reminded you of the man who kept you here. Overhaul, or Kai, as he preferred you called him, was nothing if not obsessed with cleanliness and order, and this room reflected his twisted sense of control.

You sat on the cot, legs pulled to your chest, mind racing as the now-familiar echo of footsteps approached. It always sent a surge of anxiety through you, your pulse pounding as you prepared yourself for whatever mood he might be in today.

Would he be cold and detached, or would you catch that unsettling flicker of affection in his gaze, the one that made you shudder?

The door clicked open with a soft finality, and there he was, standing in the doorway. Kai was dressed impeccably, his suit perfectly pressed, his gloved hands clean and unblemished. The plague mask obscured his face, but you knew that behind it, his eyes were calculating, watching your every move.

"Good evening," he greeted, his voice smooth and measured. It carried an artificial politeness that you hated. He stepped into the room, his movements deliberate as he set down a tray of food on the small table besides your bed.

"I've brought you dinner. Your favorite."

You didn’t respond right away. Instead, you kept your eyes fixed on a crack in the ceiling, jaw clenched as you fought the surge of helplessness rising within you. Memories of how you had ended up here flashed in your mind, fresh and unrelenting. You had first met Kai through a mutual connection in the underground—an ally who had vouched for you as a reliable healer and someone who could aid the Shie Hassaikai in exchange for protection. At the time, your association had been nothing more than a temporary agreement, a way to navigate the dangerous world of heroes and villains unscathed.

But it had all changed one fateful night. You had witnessed something you shouldn’t have—Kai using his quirk in the most brutal, inhumane way, tearing a man apart in a fit of rage. You’d frozen in place, your breath caught in your throat, and your horrified gaze had met his. It wasn’t just that you had seen him commit such a violent act; it was that he had seen the fear and revulsion in your eyes, emotions he couldn’t tolerate.

It all happened so fast and before you knew it, you were taken, stripped of your freedom and held captive in this sterile prison. He had told you it was for your own good, that the world was dangerous and filthy, that only he could protect you now. His obsession had grown from that moment, twisted and all-consuming.

"I’m not hungry," you muttered now, though your stomach growled in protest.

Kai tilted his head slightly, a sigh escaping him. "You need to eat," he insisted, voice soft yet laced with an undeniable command. "I’ve taken care to make sure the ingredients are of the highest quality. Nothing harmful, nothing contaminated."

Your gaze flickered to the tray, the aroma of the food tempting, but you steeled yourself. You would rather starve than give him the satisfaction of seeing you obey.

He crossed his arms, his posture tense. He was getting impatient.

"I’m not going to leave until you eat," he declared. "You’ll only make this harder on yourself."

A long, tense silence followed, each second stretching out painfully. You knew he was watching you closely, his eyes scrutinizing every twitch, every movement. The oppressive weight of his presence made it difficult to breathe, but you kept your jaw clenched, determined to stand your ground.

Minutes ticked by. He didn’t move, didn’t waver, just stood there with that unnerving stillness that made your skin crawl. Finally, he exhaled, a note of irritation creeping into his voice. "Stubborn as always," he muttered.

You swallowed, fear prickling at the back of your neck, but you kept your expression defiant.

"You can’t force me to eat. You can’t control everything about me,” you challenged even though your voice trembled near the end.

Kai's patience snapped. He strode forward, closing the distance between you in a few swift steps. Before you could react, his gloved hand shot out, gripping your wrist tightly and dragging you to the edge of the cot. You gasped, heart pounding, as he pulled you close.

"You think I won’t?" he said, voice dangerously calm. His grip on your wrist wasn’t painful, but it was firm, unyielding.

"You underestimate me. I’ve gone to great lengths to keep you safe and healthy, and I won’t let your stubbornness put you in danger."

Your breath quickened as he reached for the tray of food. He picked up a spoon, his movements precise, as though he were handling a delicate procedure. Without warning, he brought the spoonful of food toward your lips.

You recoiled instinctively, eyes wide with panic. "No! Stop it—let me go!"

But Kai wasn’t deterred. He pressed the spoon closer, his free hand moving to grip your jaw, holding you in place. You struggled against his grip, but it was futile. He was far stronger than you.

“Open your mouth. Don’t make this harder than it has to be, little one.”

You shook your head, tears pricking at your eyes as you continued to resist.

Kai's patience frayed further. "I’m trying to take care of you," he said, voice low and intense. "Why must you always fight me?"

With a swift, practiced motion, he forced the spoon into your mouth, ignoring your protests. You tasted the food—a blend of flavors that was somehow comforting and revolting at the same time. Instinctively, you clenched your jaw, refusing to swallow.

“Don’t be difficult,” he said, voice eerily calm. “You’re only hurting yourself.”

He pushed the spoon deeper, and you had no choice but to taste it. “Swallow. Do it, he ordered, eyes boring into yours.

You shook your head violently, tears spilling down your cheeks.

Kai’s expression darkened, and he pressed the spoon against your lips again. "You think you can win this battle of wills? You’re only prolonging your suffering," he said, voice dropping to a chilling whisper. “Trust me, I will win.”

The food slipped inside as you struggled to hold it back. But he wasn’t giving up; he continued to press the spoon against you, forcing you to swallow.

"Just give in, little one. You’re only making it harder for yourself."

“Let me go!” you gasped, the food swirling in your mouth, your throat tightening as you fought against it.

"That’s not going to happen," he said, his voice unyielding. "You’re too important to me. I’ll keep you safe, no matter what it takes."

With every spoonful he forced into your mouth, a mix of anger and humiliation burned inside you. Each time you tried to turn away, he was right there, his grip unrelenting as he made sure you complied.

“You’re not in charge here,” he reminded you, his voice eerily calm despite the turmoil that simmered beneath the surface. “You need me. I’m the only one who can protect you from this filthy world.”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you had no choice but to swallow the last spoonful, tears streaming down your face. He watched you with a mix of satisfaction and something darker, his eyes glinting with a fervor that made your skin crawl.

"There," Kai said, setting the spoon down and releasing your jaw, though he lingered close enough that you could still feel the weight of his presence. "That wasn’t so hard, was it? You need to eat to stay strong."

You turned your face away from him, the anger and humiliation swirling inside you like a storm. “You’ll never break me, Kai,” you whispered, voice trembling with defiance.

Kai’s expression softened for a moment, but there was something chilling about the way he smiled. “Oh, but I already have,” he replied, a dark edge in his tone. “You just don’t know it yet. But don’t worry, in time, you’ll learn to appreciate my care.”

As he stepped back, the door creaking open, you felt the weight of your circumstances more heavily than ever. The silence that followed his departure was almost deafening, pressing down on you as you struggled to catch your breath. The taste of the food he forced down your throat lingered, a bitter reminder of the depths of his control, as though it seeped into every fiber of your being.

You knew he wasn’t just determined to keep you here; he was fixated on breaking down every barrier, every ounce of defiance you held on to. The horrifying realization settled like a stone in your chest—Kai’s obsession wasn’t merely about keeping you safe. It was about possessing you, about making you bend, until every inch of your existence belonged solely to him.

The thought made you sick. You pulled your knees to your chest, clutching them tightly as if you could somehow shield yourself from the reality closing in around you. But deep down, the truth was sinking in, slowly and painfully—no matter how hard you fought, he would always come back, always push further, testing every boundary until there was nothing left of your will to resist.

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lady-ashfade · 1 year ago

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All Is Far In Love And Farming

Chapter 1: Getting Started

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Yandere!Mha!Hybrids × Farmer! Fem!Reader. Chapter 1.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ storyline: The calling of being a professional farmer had been your dream since you were young. Growing up on your granddad’s farm was the best thing, many years later you happen to be back. And the property is now yours to restore. With some hard work, you want to restore hybrid caretaking back to what it once was.

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╰･ﾟ✧☽ words: 2.5k

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: short chapters, stardew valley au, yandere behaviors, obsession, stalking, hybrid abuse, slightly sick love, possessive, manipulative, gaslighting. platonic yandere, hybrid and human relationships, and future warnings when more chapters come out, spelling mistakes and grammar who?

╰･ﾟ✧☽ characters for now: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Mina Ashido, Ochako Uraraka, Tenya lida, Denki Kaminari, Kyoka Jiro, Tsuyu Asui, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Hanta Sero, Mashirao Ojiro, Koji Koda, Momo Yaoyorozu

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Everything you once saw, the brightest of grass and the crops ripe and perfect, and the animals in the barns chirping of happiness— it was all gone. once a happy place you roamed in the summer as a kid was now a abandoned filthy place, old bards with holes and damaged walls. Nothing was what it used to be, the grass was as tall as small trees and it was going to take a lot of lovin.

But if your granddad taught you one thing is that; working for a better future would make everything you did it worth it.

And that’s exactly why you are here, to make your future. Everything in your life was about becoming a farmer, like your grandfather. and like him, you believed hybrids deserved to be in a safe and open land to roam, not such in some metal factory and enclosed to live their life.

“Come join the number one hybrid farm in Japan, The League.” the tv rung in your ears back at the college room, the place had been taking over everything and running all the local and good places out. at one point the only place you probably could work at was The League, since they seemed to be everywhere. “New locations, New Areas, And New Pay. Call the number on your screen for more information.” you had heard the commercial so many times you rolled your eyes everytime.

Never did you believe they would come out here, and be the competition.

Honestly, the first day your body was drained easily from all the work. The labor wasn’t exactly what you were expecting to start off with, moving the rooks and weeding. But you had supplies to start off with thankfully, the money he left you was so much, and ready for a new purpose. But the only thing that was helping you in all of this, your holy grail was a local store owner. Arthur, who happened to be your grandfathers best friend.

slapping the metal truck with the gloved hand, the old man smiled and stepped down from the back of the moving truck. you whipped off the sweat from your skin and catch your breath as the unpacked heavy boxes placed besides you and man.

“The old man used to buy twice as much as this and unload it all him, then complain when his back hurt afterwards. Lucky, he had me to talk some since into him.” the white haired man spoke breathlessly. you didn’t want him to have to help, seeing his age but he was in better shape then you by the looks of things. “Old bat was stubborn, you got that in you kid?”

taking a deep breath you arose from the bend down position you were in and look at the man, smiling a bit you commented back. “Used to give granddad a run for his money, I think I have it in me.” you were earned with a deep chuckle and a small one from yourself. starting back up again you closed the doors and gave the man who drove the truck the okay and he drove away.

the next day was worse then the first, your body was sore and tired, you wore sunscreen all over your body to protect you from the heat damage and the illnesses you could catch. unpacking all the equipment, getting them put together, and make sure the starter crops are taken care of. you took many breaks. and Arthur was the greatest help you could ask for.

you heard the story of how he met your granddad many times before, but you didn’t mind hearing it from his side. Arthur had moved from the United States to start his business with his family, and your grandfather was just started out in town. they were younger and bonded right away, and there for marriages, children and grandchildren. knowing he wasn’t as alone when you left was comforting in a away but you knew the full story. just before your tenth birthday you were moved away from the small town with your parents and left the farm behind.

“He talked about you every day.” The words perked up your ears. You looked at Arthur as he continued to work on a huge fan.

“Everything that happened in your life, he would tell me. What happened at middle school sport events, to dances and even show pictures of the dresses you wore. And man, when you went to college for Hybrid Education he was bursting with energy again.” It’s been a long time since he was able to leave the cabin. You knew that, but knowing still punched you in the guts.

“Was he proud?” asking was a waste of time.

“Proud as hell, there should be no doubt about it. His pride and joy was you, more then anything he did here, and now you have a legacy to continue.” smiling you continue to work to hold yourself from the weight building up in your chest. you missed him so much.

Each day there was something new to fix and call in, you knew granddad was rich from the bank account he left you. but boy, it sure was a lot of money. and now, you finally had a starting point. you had scheduled a barn repair on the electrical and building. the crops were set up along with the sprinklers and scare crows, even cleaned out the well…but not without getting algae all over you.

Smalltowns in the country side where the best, everyone in the community was helpful towards one other. And since The League had a location down the road, the people really came together. Businesses were losing in hybrid projects and animals, but the crops were the same. But this met more hybrids lost there homes, and had to be relocated elsewhere else or to The League…You hated it.

A big wooden sign at one of the joint shop centers made you smile and turn into the lot. today was the weekly event, selling of many things of local produces. you remember coming here as a kid and always getting blueberry jam from the market lady. and just like then, it was crowded. and with a lot of stalls and moving trucks. Arthur had told you they still had them and that you should check it out. of course you wouldn’t miss this for anything.

you shut the truck door and fixed your clothes before started the walk around. everyone was selling amazing things at their booths. the first table you saw was one cover in homemade soap bars and honey products. a sweet older couple ran that shop. some stalls were for hybrids for sale but you didn’t have room for them, at least until the barns are rebuilt. but milk, crops and seeds where your thing anyway to look at.

“how much for this?” the only person behind the table was a young girl who looked angry and ready to chew off your head, it was laughable. she was going to be hard to haggle, but a amazing work ethic. “I don’t know you, so twenty bucks.” your eyes widen and look down at the honey in your hand. it was a very small jar…and not worth it, I mean for the bigger bottles sure.

“Hmm, how about ten?” the small girl glared at your words and huffed. she shook her head in annoyance and pointed to the tag, “you trying to get out of paying hard working people lady? This is the best honey you’ll find in the whole country! Haggling is only for people I know,” her finger pointed at you and you back up a little at her shouting voice. “And you ain’t it!”

signing you pull out a twenty and handed it to her, she smiles so kindly you forget about the anger she had. placing it in your cloth bag you continue walking down the path, smiling and looking around. not much you could buy yet, though you did buy from groceries and loaded the up in the bed of the truck.

“well if it ain’t the talk of the town,” a sweet woman’s voice called out loudly. you turn your gaze and see a almost forgotten face, but one that filled you with joy and nostalgia. “Aunty Hoshiko.” You scream and rush over, the older woman comes out form her booth and takes you into her arms. only now did you realize the sweet small of jam and the jar’s decorated like they used to be, but this area was bigger and a extra tent was behind it.

“I couldn’t believe you moved back here after moving to the city, heard you got into a good college.” She smiled from cheek to cheek while pulling away. “Why come back here?” it was flattering how much she thought of you, but you couldn’t have stayed away from this place for much longer.

“Well, grandpa left me the farm and I needed to start my new life. Can’t get much better then a already laid for land, and with great soil.” she hummed but her eyes dropped a little and her smile became different. “I’m so sorry, he was a good man. you tell me if you need any help okay? Your granddad helped us a lot, so many people in town will be willing to do help too.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you smile and take a peek at the table, “mind if I look?” she is excited to show you all the new flavors and jars she has, letting you smell each one. she even offers you a discount for family.

you had a few jams picked out but you keep looking at everything, knowing you’ll come home with more. then there was a sign and paperwork around on a tables end.“Hybrid Rescues” is what you read and your hands reached for it immediately. seeing your interested, Hoshiko started to talk.

“The League has been running out businesses, hybrids are either purchased or…end up alone and abandoned. My friend runs a rescue company, we help her out here trying to give some of them a home.” you clinch the paper in your hand and want both more then to go punch the owners of the company. No hybrid deserves to be left alone.

“I usually have a few here with me, but today only one is for sale. He’s very special. And a house animal, or helper if you will since I know you don’t have much room for more yet.” the next step was to always get hybrids, but you weren’t sure if today was the best idea today…

“Oh!” that wasn’t your choice since she pulled your arm and lend you into the tent where only one hybrids sat. you struggled to look away from the hybrid laying in the floor.

He was huge. he looked peaceful tho, curled up on a bed and resting peacefully. he had long and pointed ears, a middle tail that curled. “he’s a special breed, no idea why they didn’t keep him since he must have cost a fortune.” there was a small scar on his arm and you hated to see, it looked like cattle whip strokes.

“tenya,” she called out quietly to wake the dog. you really didn’t know if you should get a hybrid, but seeing him already you knew you couldn’t say no. his furry ears twitched and his body rolled over ready to see what was happening. he was fast, and he was built. a pure breed for herding and hard labor. “I have someone here who needs a dog to help around the farm.” she patted you on the back and you got shy for some reason.

His tail was sticking up, his eyes glancing over and panicked. he was on high alert. “Hey buddy, my names y/n.” You smile softly. You don’t want to move until he gives you a sign. his nose sniffs into the air for a moment and his body freezes, you both stop for a minute too.

until the thumping of his tail was heard and he jumped up to greet you properly. you are taken aback and he gets excited and starts to shout, you can’t help but to smile. “My names Tenya, I am apart of the Iida breed. I have experience in herding, working and defending territory. I have many skills,” his hands reaches for hers and stuffs it into his nose to get a proper smell.

“Hello to you too,” you giggle. having some help now would be good, and a herding dog would the best thing.

“Tell me iida, are you okay with maybe coming home with me?” if it was only a dog he would for sure be jumping on you from how happy he seems to be.

Iida didn’t want you to leave to get things needed, saying it was his job to be with you now but you need to find food and things before leaving. he whined forever until he saw you again.

you came back to get him…like you said you would. he loved you, loved you so much. the kindest human he’s met.

Riding back to the farm was a journey. he was talking every second about all the things he could do, from each animal, hybrid or not. boy, was so happy to be by your side. and he was asking about you too. why you picked him? what you wanted him to do.

your heart broke once you got back to the cabin.

you held the door open and called for him to come in, but he just stood on the porch looking at you almost guilty. “Hybrids aren’t aloud inside, I must protect you from out here.” he was already looking for a place to set up for the night. it was a miracle you didn’t start crying again.

“Well, whoever told you that was a idiot. Many dog hybrids are aloud inside, and it’s my house so my roles go.” you tap the door again. he was hesitant, and it took about ten minutes to get him inside. and you told him to stay put while you get the things from the car…then told him it was a order to get him to stay.

you placed the things on the floor and smiled, proud of yourself. “Okay, so I got a large mattress for you. We can place it anywhere you want, also got you special food, hybrids approved.” he looked at the mattress for a long minute. Iida couldn’t believe it was his, he hadn’t slept on one of them since he was little, and then at the market earlier. And this one was his, made for his height and weight for him to sleep…inside.

“Your bought this for me?” He asked while poking at the bed, it’s softness amazed him. once he accepted his reality his tail starts to swing like crazy and crawled over to you, and hugged you lovingly.

“I’ll be the best boy I promise. anything you need I will do, anything.” his grip tightened around your waist and pushed his head into your plush stomach. you patted his head and thanked him, and told him he deserved to be loved and cared for.

That night, he placed his bed in front of your bedroom door and stood watch in his bed. to protect you, his master…his.

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asce-of-hearts · 1 year ago

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hello! I love your writings, I would like to ask you for some headcanons of platonic aizawa, present mic, hawks and endevor (separately) with a girl from the exchange program who stays at her house

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contents: Headcanons of Yan!Aizawa, Yan!Endeavor, Yan!Present Mic and Yan!Hawks with fem!reader who is an exchange student who is staying at their house. (Platonic!Yandere)

more Aizawa, Endeavor, Present Mic and Hawks content here!!

WARNINGS: IMPLIED CHILD/TEEN READER.

Aizawa Shota - Eraserhead

For someone who looks so relaxed, he's surprisingly strict.

With a death glare he tells you to behave. But he's never rude. He's just very stern, overprotective even.

"If something were to happen to you under my care, ___. What would I tell your parents?" it's his favorite phrase in all the world. Whenever you ask him for permission to do something, that's always his answer.

The only thing he isn't strict about is your sleep schedule. So long your finish your chores and homework, sleep as late as you want and wake up at whatever hour you prefer.

He's like... a dad in every sense of the word. He won't praise you, in fact, he'll tell you you suck ass all the time. In a loving way. Still, sometimes you see that unique look on his face when he's impressed by you, or moved, or whatever.

Enji Todoroki - Endeavor

He's trying to prove he doesn't suck ass. And he fails rather miserably at it.

He tries his best to be cool, a cool dad, a cool mentor, whatever. He isn't, his jokes are bad and being around him is uncomfortable at first. Mostly because he looks so fucking angry all the time.

Getting to know him is hard, takes a lot of patience. But after all, you learn he's not that bad. He's strangely comforting.

He gives you a warm embrace whenever you fuck up. He specially likes it when you cry, so he can pat your back reassuringly as he tells you how special you are to him, how important, how in his eyes, you'll always be number one.

He's fairly easy to manipulate. Just act upset, don't speak to him much and he'll bend and break within seconds, acting to your every whim.

Hizashi Yamada - Present Mic

Hizashi doesn't know what he's doing. It's not usual that they put children over his care, so he really is puzzled on what to do. What do you eat? What do you like? Does he have to take you on walks?

He tries his best, even if that means slacking off a little and eating junk food a lot of the time. But he makes you give your best, and will make you work hard to earn luxuries under his care.

He's loud, he likes loud people and loud places. He likes rowdy children who will break stuff and get dirty. He smiles a lot, he's warm and caring, and a good guy in general.

He's very tender, often getting very distressed at the thought of you doing dangerous things. He always seems about to pop a vessel whenever you go on a mission without him.

Keigo Takami - Hawks

Hawks is absolutely terrified of children. Much more when they're gifted. He sees himself in those eyes, in those bodies. And he panics.

He tries to act cool, non chalant, like he doesn't want to wrap you with his wings and keep you safe from everything around you. Like he won't take a bullet in the head just to ensure you get home safe from school. He's very good at pretending he doesn't care.

Perhaps the most overwhelming of the bunch. He has eyes and ears everywhere, he knows when you're lying, when you're feeling anything, when you crave, when you dream, when you cry. He knows it.

He's all over you. Picks out your clothes, your hobbies, your diets. He's a control freak.

But he's sweet. Always offering you comforting words and reassuring smiles. Always having something to bribe you with, to keep you content. To keep you his.

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lazywriters-blog · 2 years ago

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*Cough* *cough*

I had this idea of a jealous best friend bakugo with a reader who is a flirt and a little into fonding over who she likes, she always sneaks in a little tease here and there and makes her interest blush and laugh, she'd gently pinch their cheeks as a form of adoration and the sick fucks enjoys it, enjoying every bit of affection she's giving them for free.

Can just imagine bakugo sitting beside his best friend and having to hear her voice speak such sweet praises that make him question every single compliment he's gotten in his life and wonder if they ever meant it as genuinely and gleefully as her. Because damn it, it's making him wanna demand everything she's ever done to strangers done to him but ten times better.

Cause he deserves the best.

He's going to be a little bitch about it too, probably sulk around and give her the cold shoulder until she notices and asks him what's wrong, how is he? What's on his mind? Has she done something?

Care about him! Care about what he thinks! What he wants! Why doesn't she give him the same treatment she gives to complete and utter strangers who are not her best friends? Eventually, he'll swing his arm around her shoulder and stop her from going anywhere near whoever she likes, pull her back to his table when she tries to get up and leave to some idiots waving and calling her over.

Essentially, he is isolating her. Not like anyone would want to approach seeing him glare at them like that.

He'll even complain saying how she hasn't been around him and how they haven't played video games together in a long time, he's strangely eager about playing games with her and she can't even say 'no' when he recounts all the times she'd ignored him for some loser from another class.

She can tease him for being jealous but he doesn't care, she's his and they are more than just 'best friends.'

#yandere imagines #yandere #yan yan #yandere katsuki x reader #yandere katsuki bakugou #yandere bakugo x reader #yandere bakugo katsuki #katsuki x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #yandere bnha x y/n #bnha imagines #yandere mha x reader #mha kacchan #bakugou katsuki #yandere katsuki #female reader

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melancholymegumi · 1 year ago

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melody’s current thoughts…💭

warning..!? ; yandere dad bf!izuku , ddlg (?) , forced subspace , finger sucking , pacifiers , spankings mentioned.

[˚ʚ♡ɞ˚] — yan dad bf!izuku ft uncle katsuki and shoto.

[☆] — yan dad bf!izuku who dresses you in the prettiest pastel lingerie ever! pair them with thigh high socks and he'll be in your pussy deep for hours!

[☆] — yan dad bf!izuku who always carries a pacifier. You can suck his fingers and that only– if you suck on your own fingers , you're gonna get sick and go to hospitals! didn't daddy tell you how scary those are?

[☆] — yan dad bf!izuku who invites two of his bestfriends to roadtrips! Especially your favourite ‘uncle’ shoto! You don't know how to feel about uncle katsuki though.. he's mean and scary!

[☆] — yan ‘uncle’!katsuki who forces you to be little whenever you're being bratty , daddy says he's in control while he's on patrol anyways. Who are you to defy him like that? do you need a spanking?

[☆] — yan 'uncle'!shoto who's always nice to you. You want treats? Sure, but let's ask daddy first. ‘uncle’ katsuki’s being mean? Aw don't worry sweetheart, he's there to make it all better!

[☆] — them, who're ready to kill anyone who even icks you or them the wrong way, it's okay that they're pro heroes. They're all criminals and are charged with assault — because they assaulted your eyes by existing.

#tw dark content #bnha x reader #mha smut #izuku x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #shoto x reader #yandere bnha #yandere mha x reader #yandere izuku #yandere shoto todoroki #yandere katsuki bakugou #melody's headcanons

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stchisaki · 7 months ago

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DAY VIII. — FINGERING

cw: Fingering, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Delusional Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Allusions to Stalking, Allusions to Murder / Violence, Unhealthy Relationships, Yandere, Uncomfortable Scenarios, General Dark Content Not Suitable for Immature Audiences, Fem! Reader. Reader discretion is advised. 18+ Only!

author's note: I love Overhaul, he's such an interesting character. You can literally just take the most terrifying and horrific sexual situation and it's him, sorry. I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is strictly fiction! Do not force yourself to read if you're uncomfortable.

word count: Approximately 1.8k words.

“You’re tense.”

That sly and wispy voice tickles the shells of your ears, sending slicing shivers down your back, cutting through the flesh. You swallow, saliva now thick and heavy, and your breathing finds itself stuck near the axons of your lungs. Too long, your mind kicks you like a brick through a window, you’re taking too long to respond.

“S-Sorry, I just feel a little sore.”

Kai leans forward only by a fraction, that look etched into his face intense and stony. You glance at him before your eyes immediately shift away, and your legs try to mimic your movements, but Kai’s free hand quickly snaps forward with a cottonmouth palm to snag the middle of your thigh. The suddenness of it makes you gasp, that saliva slipping down into your throat, irritating it, and you meekly cough a couple of times. That look on Kai’s face doesn’t change.

“Last night was a little rough, wasn’t it?”

Little was an understatement, but you clip your comment. There’s an inkling inside of you that screams at you, that sinks its talons deep into the seam of your brain to rip it apart to tell you that he can read your fucking mind. Fear is a dagger through your heart, every time, the tear goes down to your toes and you swallow again.

“Yes, I mean. No. No, it wasn’t rough. You just take a lot out of me.”

That was not a wise selection of words, holy shit. You shouldn’t have said it like that—surely there was some other polite way to have said that, surely? Terror has your mind, those talons growing larger, splitting you apart, folding prions until they’re eating away the matter. Kai’s fingers cinch a little on your thigh before they loosen.

“I do, don’t I? Unfortunately, it seems like there’s no way to avoid that. Not anymore, at least.”

What the fuck does he mean by that? Kai’s always been so intense, a force that leached onto your soul, something that sunk its fangs in until he was sucking you dry ever since you met him. Fuck, you wish you wouldn’t have met him. If you close your eyes hard enough, could you wake up? You just softly shake your head, still not looking at him.

“W-Well, it, um, doesn’t bother me. I—I enjoy being with you.”

Lies. Lies and damnation, but you’d rather rip your own head off before you upset him. Even if you never quite know what he’s saying, what he drones on about, what those hisses of air that kiss between his teeth ever truly mean. You’ll never understand his enigma, his intricacies. Not like you ever wanted to.

A chuckle so curt that you can barely tell it was one then hangs in the air.

“Of course, you do. After all, who would ever take care of you so well? It makes sense, right?”

Kai’s hand starts to trail up your leg. Your eyes want to close, they glitch, but you keep them open so he doesn’t think you’re trying to avoid him—again, he doesn’t like whenever he thinks you’re ignoring him. Even if it hurts, even if you can feel the air stinging your ducts so sharply that you feel like you could start crying. It hurts, holy fucking shit does it hurt. His hand crawls ever higher.

“No one. No one has ever treated me like you do.”

Faster, the hand reaches the heat between your legs in the blink of an eye.

“That’s because they’ve never been in the presence of an angel before. They don’t know how to behave.”

You suck air through your teeth whenever one of Kai’s fingers rubs its knuckle up the slit of your cunt through your panties. He goes slow, like he’s testing the waters. It’s too much, the weight reminding you of your fate—destiny—held in the palms of his hands. Things will never be the same, never will be. It’s something strange, but you’re here now. Could those hands turn you into confetti? Could you ask? Finally, your eyes can’t refuse the offer any longer, collapsing into darkness.

“Look at me. Now.”

It’s sheer agony to let the light filter in again, but you open them and slowly tilt your head until you meet Kai’s piercing glowing honey eyes. The unknown emotions swirling like peppermint in that frosty color makes you queasy, but he wants you to look at him and you’re too miserable to object. His knuckle grows a little faster before a couple more fingers fall in line with their brother and join the act, and you try to unfocus your eyes and think about how that feels instead of comprehending the mirrors to Kai’s soul. You wonder what he’s thinking about you. No. You don’t want to know what he thinks about you.

“I don’t like when you’re not paying attention to me. I try to do everything for you, but sometimes it feels like you’re ungrateful for that.”

Ohhhh, noooo, no no nooo. You didn’t just make him angry, did you? All you did was close your eyes, all you did was close your eyes, your eyes, fuck, no, please. Kai’s eyes squint a little at your stunned silence, the knuckles immediately dig in. You gasp, taken aback, but you start shaking your head.

“That’s not it! No, I—No, not at all. I love it, yeah. I love it so much. You make me feel really special, I promise, I promise you do.”

Could you feed into his delusions better? You think he enjoys whenever you remind him that you love him, too, but sometimes it feels like he’s not even hearing you. It feels like he sees whatever reality he wants, whatever scene he needs to play out in his head. You can never understand him. At one point, you thought you did. You thought he was kind, sweet and polite. He was a gentleman that you bumped into one day—someone who helped you up, who held your hand tenderly while he squeezed his eyes together so cutely. Had that even been genuine? Kai’s so fucking gone, it’s not even funny. Maybe you never even knew him at all. You know he stalked you now, even if he’ll never tell you that. You think he doesn’t want your perception of him to change—too late.

“Ah, then why don’t you like looking at me when I touch you?”

Kai’s fingers hovel in deeper, and a moan revs in the back of your throat. Your eyes roll a little while you shift, attempting to scoot away from those dastardly fingers discreetly but they follow. Your thighs are tight together now. Kai starts closing in, honing in on your face, knees on the bed, lumbering. Could you shake your head fast enough? Lie, lie! Make him happy before he goes fucking crazy! Blood splatters before the visions in your mind, the television that loops over and over. The look of shock that crossed your old lover’s face while they turned their face to meet yours before their skin warbled like worms writhing in the ground before they exploded into crumbs.

“Well, I just, it’s. Oh, Kai, you’re so—h-handsome that I can barely comprehend it. It intimidates me.”

If you seem infatuated even in the darkest times, he’ll stay happy. Always happy. Kai’s eyes return to their former size, and a gentle kind of half moon crosses his face. Those fingers pressing against your cunt reach the edge of your mound to swivel against your clit, and you gasp again at the jolt of electricity that makes your toes curl before his fingers slide back down. They scratch at the stitching of your panties before they begin to wriggle their way underneath the fabric. You bite your bottom lip, teeth like needles. His skin rubbing against the fat of your labia makes you realize how wet you already are from even his most gentle and brief touches. Kai’s trained you.

“Is that why you’re already soaking? Do you fantasize about me, too?”

You don’t even dignify that with a verbal response, you just barely smile and exhale a moan. Kai’s fingertips are deft, practiced and refined from how many times he’s touched you. They slip through your lips, collecting your glaze before his middle finger starts to tap against the outskirts of your entrance. A distinct throb elicits another moan, and Kai takes that as a sign to keep going. His middle finger starts to press down. You part so easily for him, fuck, the strange pangs that start in your burning clit and end in your heart make you dizzy. He hilts in, down to the knuckle, and your jaw is clenched and eyes are wrenched open. The way it makes you start to go around in circles, in these mazes of racetracks, of things that never made sense but make your body warm and fuzzy.

Kai wiggles his finger a little, testing the plasticity of your walls, and the way it makes moans gather near the bottom of your throat almost makes you want to throw up. And once he grows satisfied with that, he carefully withdraws his finger down to the smile of his nail before he slides it back in. Tears are pricking your eyes, is this really that good, and you dip your head. But you don’t take your eyes off of Kai’s face, not now, placate him. It’s like he doesn’t need to blink, those eyes big and bulging. His brows are knitted together. Is he really happy? Is that why his smile seems to grow wider?

“I can’t believe how good you feel. I never thought I’d feel this way before I met you. Isn’t that so great? It’s like you’re my soulmate, angel.”

Delusions. Remember that, delusions. His finger picks up its pace before his ring face traces up your slit and buries itself in with its sibling. You moan, loud and pained, and your eyes turn into slits, brows down and shadowing your vision. Kai’s smile stretches. He’s pumping his fingers in and out, and he twists his hand in just the right way to swipe his thumb over your thumping clit. It’s so steamy and engorged, you’re hard and Kai is psychotic. Remember the gaping horror in your best friend’s eyes before their head splattered against the wall.

“Tell me you think the same. You sound like you agree, so come on, don’t keep a man waiting.”

Your parents. Your boss. Your coworkers. Your acquaintances. Your beloved pets.

Gone gone gone gone gone—smashed pumpkins spread across graveyards.

Kai withdraws his fingers completely before he punches them back in, stabbing through your cunt with a ferocity that makes you gasp and cry out in shuddering agony. His smile is unyielding.

“Tell me you think the same.”

Blood drops trickling down your cheeks like tears, fingers strumming melodies inside of you.

“Yes. I’m your soulmate, Kai.”

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 11 months ago

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OMG, I just love your writing! Especially the yandere Big Brother shigaraki HCS! If your requests are still open, can I request Yandere Big Brother Shigaraki with his little sister being AFO's daughter and they used to be really close for years but one day He had thought she had died after some villain got her and there was not even a body left behind, but in truth, she had run away and joined UA. Some platonic headcanons of yandere Big Brother shigataki and yandere Father AFO about that?

Thank you! 🖤🖤🖤

Rebellion | Yandere AFO and Shigaraki Tomura

Rebelling in such a way is going to be hard beyond belief

Whether you do this in your youth or closer to your teens it’s a battle

That can’t be won without the hero specifically All Might’s intervention

But eventually they do it

Faking your death and making it seem believable enough for Shigaraki

But it sends him spiraling

His old life and now you

He’s so consumed with grief he doesn’t pick up on AFO’s minor reaction

AFO is probably more than aware that you’re probably alive

Already planning to recapture you but it’s not a priority

He knows they won’t kill you

And he knows they’ll likely use you as bait

But he smiles with glee when he thinks about how tomura will react when he knows you are still alive

He recognizes his dear little sibling immediately

No birthmark or signature sound required

He’s already imagined and even generated what you would’ve looked like had you survived

If you revealed yourself during their siege on the united liberation front

You might have saved a few lives or made the death toll a beat higher

Gigantomachia recognizes you and immediately prepares to catch you if you appear in front of him

Showing up in front of the unfinished Shigaraki he barely computes that it’s you

He instructs the nomus to capture you safely while he focuses on Deku

With his newly awakened body he gains AFO’s relaxed visage

Which causes even more of a divide when in their little mind meld Tomura realizes he knew

“All these years…and you never thought to tell me!?”

Capturing you may not be an immediate priority because they both know the heroes wouldn’t do that

….but after what happened to Twice who can be sure

It’s only an issue if you’re providing substantial support to the heroes with your own quirk

Then that is a rebellion neither of them are happy about

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere shigaraki tomura #yandere shigaraki #yandere all for one #yandere AFO #platonic yanderes #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere shigaraki #yandere bnha #yandere mha x reader #yandere mha #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia

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kikyoupdates · 8 months ago

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Infatuated ⭑˚💌⭑ 𝑗𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑦

yandere!bnha x reader

yandere, reverse harem, bnha x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

Your Quirk is rather unique. It plays out almost like a game, giving you missions and goals that help you become stronger. On top of that, you also have the ability to charm those around you. It sounds innocent enough on paper, and you can’t help but revel in the attention everyone keeps showering you with. But what happens when their feelings give way to something more sinister?

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After what just happened, it feels like you have to tell your parents about it.

“Mom, dad,” you say. “I think I just got my Quirk.”

They react by smiling brightly. “Oh, that’s lovely, sweetie. What kind of Quirk is it?”

Now comes the hard part. Since even you barely know how your powers work, explaining it to them will be a nearly impossible feat.

You furrow your brows. “Um... it’s kind of weird. Out of nowhere, I started seeing this screen with different stuff written all over it. Nobody else can see it, though, so that’s why I think it might be my Quirk.”

Out of fear of getting in trouble, you decide not to tell them about the fact that Katsuki passed out after you used your ability on him. You already feel pretty guilty about it. For the time being, you just want to figure out how your Quirk actually works.

“A screen that’s invisible to everyone but you?”

Your parents exchange confused glances. It makes sense that they don't quite understand, because under normal circumstances, Quirks are mostly hereditary. Children most often develop powers that are similar to those of their parents, or some combination of the two. But neither of your parents has a power like yours, which is why you were so perplexed when it first popped up.

“Interesting,” your mother hums. “And you’re sure it’s your Quirk? It’s not just some game you like to play with your friends? It’s important to know the difference between real life and pretend, honey.”

You nod vigorously. “I’m not making it up. I promise.”

“[Name]’s a good girl,” your father insists. “If she says she isn’t lying, then we should believe her. Quirks are mutations, at the end of the day. It might be unlikely, but it’s still possible for her to have powers different from ours. All that matters is that she finally has something to call her own. I remember being awfully excited when my Quirk first manifested. It’s a big milestone, after all.”

“Well, I suppose that’s true. Okay, then. In that case, we should celebrate,” your mother beams. “Our little girl finally has a Quirk! What would you like to do to commemorate the occasion, hm? Do you want us to order you some yummy food or take you shopping to buy something you like?”

Your parents love to spoil you, and since you are only a little kid, you certainly can't help but capitalize on the opportunity.

The day your Quirk manifests, your family treats you to a delicious meal and even buys you a little gift. You end up having so much fun that you briefly forget all about your initial goal, which is to try and decipher the specifics of your Quirk. You even forget about poor Katsuki, who is bedridden after suddenly fainting.

It isn't until later that same night that it all comes back to you, thanks to a sudden notification.

[𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞.]

You’ve just gotten into bed and are staring up at your bedroom ceiling when you see the message pop up. It showed up completely unprompted, just like last time. This has to be your Quirk. Nothing else would make any sense. Well, unless you're somehow trapped in an incredibly long dream, but that seems like a stretch.

“Charm someone,” you mumble. You have to admit that you're a little nervous. The last time you used your ability on a person, they passed out. Will the same thing happen again? Also, why is it calling this a mission? It almost seems to imply that there's some sort of reward to be had once you complete it.

There's really no way of knowing—other than actually trying it out, of course.

When morning rolls around, you head straight for Katsuki’s house and knock on his front door.

Mitsuki is the one to greet you. “Oh, hi there,” she smiles. “You’re one of Katsuki’s little friends, aren’t you? Thank you for bringing him home the other day when he wasn’t feeling well.”

“I’m [Name],” you say, trying not to look too guilty, since you're the whole reason Katsuki fainted in the first place. “Is Katsuki feeling better today?”

“He’s perfectly fine. I’m sure he was just tired and needed some rest. He’s eating breakfast right now, but did you want to come inside and talk to him for a bit?”

After you respond with an affirmative nod, Mitsuki ushers you into the house. It's your first time actually being here. It still hasn't been very long since you’ve moved into the neighborhood, and even though you often play with Katsuki and the rest of his friends, you have yet to visit any of their homes.

You find Katsuki sitting at the dining table, spooning some cereal into his mouth. You're pretty much always thrilled to see him. He is one of your role models, and you can only hope that you'll one day be as confident and fearless as he is.

So, naturally, you break out into a grin the second you spot him.

“Katsuki!” you cry out, practically rushing over to him. “Good morning!”

As much as you wish you could say that Katsuki responds with the same enthusiasm, that isn't at all the case.

Instead, he visibly recoils, cheeks darkening to a deep shade of red.

“Why are you here?” he huffs, sounding a bit annoyed. “I already told you that I was fine yesterday. You didn’t need to make such a fuss over nothing. And you even took me back to my parents? I would’ve been back to normal if you gave me a few minutes. I was just taking a little nap, that’s all.”

Your shoulders slump. “Oh. I’m sorry. I know you’re really strong, Katsuki, but you fainted so suddenly. I was so worried I almost started crying...”

He doesn't snap at you a second time. Instead, he spoons another helping of milk and cereal into his mouth, still blushing all the way up to his ears. He appears to be avoiding eye contact, and you suspect that it has something to do with the fact that you kissed him yesterday.

He doesn't seem to blame you for the fact that he passed out, though. No one really thinks you're responsible for that incident. They still don't even know that your Quirk has manifested.

A part of you wants to tell him, but that would be the same thing as admitting you made him fall ill the other day. So, for the time being, you decide to keep your mouth shut. You want answers first.

Katsuki’s glances at you out of the corner of his eye. “What do you keep staring at me for? Weirdo. You’re being kind of annoying, so here. Have this candy bar. I was saving it for later, but you can have it instead.”

“Wow, really?” you gush. “Thank you so much! You’re the best, Katsuki.”

He can't help but crack a grin. “Yeah, yeah. Tell me something I don’t know.”

You hang out with Katsuki for a while longer after he finishes up his breakfast. He gives you the grand tour of his room—which is decked out in a bunch of All Might merch and looks super impressive—and then you eventually take your leave.

Before you do, though, you want to make sure of one last thing.

“Are you sure you're feeling alright?” you insist. “It was really scary seeing you collapse like that. I just don’t want you to be hurt. I’d be really sad if that was the case.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “You’re nagging me the same way my mom does. I already told you I’m fine. I can handle that much, no sweat. Didn’t I already tell you I’m going to become the Number One hero one day?”

“Well... alright. As long as you’re okay.”

You have a mission to charm someone, but you have no intention of using it on Katsuki again. If you end up making him faint a second time, it would seriously weigh on your conscience.

So, you decide to approach your other closest friend, Izuku.

Izuku is different than Katsuki. He's a bit of a crybaby, but that's only because he's such a sweet, honest kid. He tends to be more emotional than most, which just goes to show how much he cares about things. He especially cares about other people and making sure that they always have smiles on their faces. He hates to watch someone get hurt, and when Katsuki fainted, he was easily the most frantic out of everyone.

Given his considerate nature, you feel like it would be okay to entrust him with the truth.

“So... your Quirk manifested yesterday?” he blinks. “And after you kissed Kacchan and used your powers on him, he fainted?”

You press your lips into a thin line, feeling quite guilty with the admission. “Yeah. Please don’t tell anyone else yet, Izuku. You’re the only one who knows, because I trust you to keep it a secret. My Quirk seems pretty confusing so far, so I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do with it.”

“I-I promise to keep it a secret!” he reassures, nodding his head so fast that his curly green locks bob in place.

“Thank you, Izuku.” You pause, not quite sure how to breach the next topic. “Um... there was actually something else I wanted to tell you about.”

His brows arch. “Sure. What is it?”

“My Quirk... it gave me a mission. It said I have to charm someone again. I’m not sure what’ll happen when I actually do it, but I want to give it a try and see how it goes. I’m hoping it might help me figure things out.”

“Oh, okay.”

Clearly, Izuku doesn't seem to understand where you're going with this, but once the realization finally sets in, a strangled little gasp catches in the back of his throat.

“W-Wait!” he squeaks, flailing his hands in a panic. “D-Do you mean that you want to use your Quirk... on me?”

You smile shyly. “I was hoping to, yes. I have to kiss someone before I can charm them, though. Would that be okay? A kiss on the cheek, like what I did to Katsuki yesterday?”

At only four years of age, even just a cheek kiss is a big deal. Someone like Katsuki is normally unfazed by most things, but even he got incredibly flustered when you kissed him. You can only imagine how Izuku—the shyest kid in the neighborhood—might react.

He’ll probably refuse. If he does, I should just leave it. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable.

To no one’s surprise, Izuku is already burning red from embarrassment. He’s taken several steps back, most likely out of pure instinct, and is now clenching his fists so hard that his knuckles are white as paper.

“You want to k-kiss me,” Izuku stammers nervously.

“Only if you let me,” you promise. “I don’t want to make you upset. It’s just that it’s the only way to use my charm ability, so... yeah. But then again, I’m worried that you might end up fainting too. Ugh. I don’t really know what to do...”

Embarrassment aside, you can understand why Izuku might be afraid to let you use your Quirk on him, especially after what he just witnessed yesterday. He has every right to refuse, purely from a self-preservation standpoint.

But he doesn't.

“O-Okay,” Izuku swallows. “I’m happy you got your Quirk, [Name]. And... I want to help. Y-You can kiss me if you need to. Even if I pass out, it’s okay. As long as I can help you.”

He proceeds to squeeze his eyes shut, no doubt too flustered to bear watching everything unfold. You officially have his go-ahead, and even though you don't want to end up making him feel unwell, you aren't sure how else you're supposed to get used to your Quirk.

Please don’t make Izuku faint. Please let him be okay.

Drawing in a sharp breath, you slowly approach him. Despite the fact that his eyes are closed, he can still hear you moving closer, and he starts shaking like a leaf in the wind. You figure it's best to just go for it as quickly as possible and spare him the nervous anticipation.

Blushing quite a bit yourself, you peck Izuku on the cheek, then hastily pull away.

“I-It’s done,” you say. “Izuku, you can open your eyes now.”

He does just that, although it takes him a while to actually work up the nerve. Eyes the color of emeralds slowly drift open, and he even lets out a nervous little hiccup, clearly mortified beyond belief.

“A-A girl—hic—a girl actually k-kissed me,” Izuku stutters.

[𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮?]

There it is again. You now have the option of using your ability, just like before. You can't deny that you're a little worried. A power that makes people fall over unconscious is quite daunting, but you hope that things won't always turn out that way.

“Hold my hand,” you offer. “Just in case you fall over. I’ll catch you so that you don’t get hurt.”

Nodding shyly, Izuku wraps his little hand around yours, then you finally make your selection.

>>[𝐘𝐄𝐒]

It doesn't take very long for your Quirk to take effect. Much like Katsuki, he starts looking weak and unsteady. You hold his hand tightly, even loop your arm around his back to make sure he doesn't suddenly faceplant onto the ground. His breathing is getting shallower by the second, and if you thought the blush on his cheeks before was outrageous, it can't even compare to the one he has now.

“I feel... weird,” Izuku mumbles. Too weak to even remember his earlier embarrassment, he clings to your body as if he's holding on for dear life. “[Name], what’s... what’s happening? I feel... warm and fuzzy. So warm...”

You fear that he's getting close to passing out. So far, it seems to be following the exact same pattern as before. Darn it. Is this really a mistake? Is coming to terms with your Quirk really worth doing this to the people you care about?

Before you can ponder the moral implications of your actions, Izuku suddenly cups your cheek with his hand, then presses his lips against yours.

Um?!

It's a quick, chaste kiss, but a kiss nonetheless. A real kiss, not just one on the cheek. You feel like your entire face is on fire, and it's safe to say that you’ve been momentarily stunned from embarrassment.

And by Izuku, no less. A kid who would’ve never had the guts to do that under normal circumstances.

“Hehe,” he giggles, appearing somewhat delirious. “I kissed [Name]… on the lips. Wow. Was I your first kiss? I sure... hope so.”

He goes limp in your arms right after that.

[𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧! 𝐀𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬.]

Your body is briefly enveloped by a strange, pulsing light, and you swear that something inside you just changed. It's such a subtle change that it's probably almost negligible, but you know you aren't imagining it.

Also, Izuku has definitely fainted. You are now responsible for having made two of your friends pass out.

You shoulder the weight of his body as best you can, then let out a heavy sigh. “I need to get him back home as soon as possible."

Your Quirk is kind of like a game. Based on what you know about it so far, at least. If you keep on completing the missions the system gives you, then you will be rewarded by having your strength increase. It's like gaining experience points and leveling up. That's the best analogy you can think of.

You don't like making people faint, though. After charming both Katsuki and Izuku, it's clear that the effects of your powers are perhaps too strong. You really hope there's a way to control it better. Maybe you're simply too inexperienced?

“Hey, system,” you call out. “I’m still kind of confused about this whole thing. Can you please explain it better? I don’t want to make my friends keep fainting.”

You don't receive a response, so you figure it isn't an entity you can actually communicate with. It doesn't appear sentient, at the very least. It's most likely just there to give you missions and track your progress.

Well, that sucks.

You still want answers. Then again, nobody ever said that mastering a Quirk would be easy, and you’ve only just gotten yours. You suppose you'll just have to be patient.

Out of the little friend group consisting of you, Katsuki, and Izuku, you are the first to have your Quirk manifest.

After that, it's Katsuki.

Since he has such a strong personality, it isn't at all a surprise that his Quirk would turn out to be strong too. He has the ability to create literal explosions from the palms of his hands. It's honestly incredible, and everyone in the neighborhood—as well as the other kids in the local preschool you attend—can't help but be in awe.

Once Katsuki’s Quirk manifests, his personality starts to change, and not for the better.

Eager to show off his strength, he starts getting in fights with all sorts of people. Most of them are other kids his age, but he even picks a few fights with those that are several years older than him. And he never, never loses.

“Wow, Katsuki!” you gush. “You’re so amazing! I can’t believe you beat those guys up even though they were so much bigger than you!”

Since you're young and stupid, you don't realize that in praising Katsuki for his acts of violence, you are actually part of the problem.

Katsuki sniffles, wiping away his tears before they fall. He got quite a beating during the fight, but in spite of that, he still held out until he won. “Obviously,” he huffs. “I’m not going to let anyone talk smack about me. It doesn’t matter how much bigger or older they are.”

You haven't received any more missions since the day you charmed Izuku, but by now everyone knows that you at least have some sort of Quirk. Katsuki was skeptical at first, but even the doctor was able to confirm that your Quirk factor—which is what allows your powers to function—is located in your brain. So long as your brain keeps working, you have the means to interact with the system and use your abilities.

The same can't be said about Izuku, though.

He keeps waiting for his Quirk to appear. He waits and waits, and yet it still shows no sign of manifesting. All Quirks are supposed to manifest by the age of four, with no exceptions. You do everything you can to reassure Izuku that it's going to be okay, but no one seems to understand why he hasn't gotten his Quirk yet.

Somewhere along the way, Izuku is labeled as Quirkless, and with his newfound cruelty, Katsuki makes sure to torment Izuku at nearly every turn.

“From now on, we’re going to call Izuku Deku,” Katsuki chuckles. “Deku means someone who’s a good-for-nothing loser. It’s perfect for him, since he’s a Quirkless weakling.”

You frown. “That’s not nice, Katsuki. Take that back. There’s still some time left. Izuku will get his Quirk soon, you’ll see.”

“You need to stop defending him, [Name].” Katsuki sighs out in annoyance. “Can’t you see just how lame he is? It actually makes a lot of sense that he doesn’t have a Quirk. I always thought that he was weak. This is just how the world works. Right, guys? Don’t you also think Deku’s a loser?”

The two other neighborhood kids that often follow Katsuki around, and who have since become his underlings, hastily nod in agreement.

“Deku’s a great name for him.”

“It’s what he gets for being Quirkless.”

Poor Izuku is already in tears, and you can't help but ball up your little fists in frustration.

You like Katsuki. You really do. But lately he’s started acting like a real asshole, and you're honestly getting sick of it.

“His name is Izuku,” you insist. “Don’t give him a rude nickname to try and make fun of him. Doing that is what’s actually lame.”

“[N-Name],” Izuku whimpers, wiping away at his misty eyes. “Thank you...”

Even though you are friends with both Izuku and Katsuki, you know well enough to understand when something is just plain wrong. Katsuki is bullying Izuku, and it needs to stop.

In picking sides, though, you actually end up making Katsuki even angrier.

“You’re such a goody-two-shoes,” he spits, then uses an explosion to swat Izuku right across the face. His explosions aren't incredibly strong—not yet, at least, since he's still just a child. But they deal enough damage to hurt plenty, and Izuku’s little whimpers soon turn into full-blown sobs.

Alright. You’ve officially had enough.

“Come here,” you grit out. You grab Katsuki by the arm and pull him in, then roughly kiss him on the cheek. His immediate instinct is to freak out, of course, but he's mainly embarrassed, not angry.

[𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢?]

>>[𝐘𝐄𝐒]

It doesn't take him long to quiet down after that. While you don't like making people faint and overall feel unwell, desperate times call for desperate measures. It's better than letting him keep harassing and beating up Izuku, in any case. You are choosing to incapacitate one of your friends in order to protect the other one.

“Not this shit again,” Katsuki mumbles in a daze. He seems to fend off the effects of your Quirk a lot better this time. Perhaps you're starting to get used to controlling its output? But regardless, he still ends up collapsing eventually. You’ve effectively put him to sleep. Hopefully a nap will help him clear his head a bit.

“Aw, man!” one of the other guys whines. “[Name] just used her Quirk on him. That’s cheating! You can’t just go around doing that!"

“Nuh-uh,” you deny. “Katsuki used his Quirk to hit Izuku first. He started it. Carry him back home, please. He needs to be put into bed.”

They make sure to grumble the whole time, but still bring Katsuki back to his parents.

Now, it's just you and Izuku.

“Are you okay?” you ask, worry lacing your expression. “I’m sure it probably really hurts to get hit by one of his explosions. I promise it’ll be alright, Izuku. I’m here for you.”

Izuku nods weakly. “I’m fine. Thank you for helping me. If only I wasn’t so weak... then I could help myself.”

“You’re not weak at all. And your Quirk will show up soon! I have a good feeling about this.”

It's pure unfounded confidence, but you're only an idealistic child, after all.

Strangely enough, though, despite the fact that you’ve just saved him from getting beaten up, Izuku isn't all that happy. He knows you have to kiss someone first before being able to charm them, but he still can't stop replaying what he’s just seen. The way your lips pressed right against Katsuki’s cheek... it's impossible to get it out of his head.

Izuku is too young to make sense of his emotions, but he is experiencing ugly jealousy for the very first time in his life.

It’s okay, he thinks. I got to kiss [Name] on the lips before. Even Kacchan hasn’t done that. And she... stood up for me. Because I’m important to her.

In that moment, even the pain of being Quirkless isn't quite as intense as the fear of losing your affection to someone else.

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