#dabihawks child week

[sparkles-and-trash]

dabihawks au

...where Keigo is a burnt out child and teen actor in his early 20’s that has a shot at a part in a big, serious western movie that's rumored to start casting after the summer.

Luckily his agent knows the owner of this ranch, so his managements sets it up so Keigo will spend the summer there to learn to ride and also get away from the big city life for a while.

Touya's been working at this ranch since he was a teenager that got sent there after a stint in juvie, and ended up staying there to work full time after he finished school.

When he gets told by his mentor, Hakamada, that the owner of the ranch have already said yes to host Keigo, Touya’s not happy to hear it.

He has more than enough to do with the rescues and horse training business as it is, but Yagi, who owns the ranch, has already said he wants Touya to take care of the guy, so he doesn’t really have a choice. 

After some discussion the new deal is that Keigo will be staying at the ranch for two weeks at first, to make sure that he doesn’t get in the way too much, and if Touya and Hakamada accepts him he’ll stay for the entire summer. 

Touya plans to make sure he won’t have to look after some spoiled actor the whole summer, but Hakamada keeps reminding him to give the guy a chance, and he isn't scared to bring up how Touya was once the guy who needed a chance, which pisses off Touya even more at this point.

When he shows up, Keigo is trying to seem all chill and charming, but Touya spots the dark circles under his eyes, and the way he seems sort of desperate to have everyone like him, which makes Touya not like him right away.

He could never stand fake people, which is why he's most happy around horses after all.

Touya is supposed to have the actor help him out with the rescues, but he's really not letting him do any of the real work, making Keigo fetch and put out horse after horse, drive around wheelbarrows, lift heavy saddles and basically do all the hard, thankless work Touya doesn't feel like.

He's gonna break this idiot so fast he'll run away with his tail between his legs before the two weeks are up.

But then one morning Touya spots Keigo in a pasture he's really not supposed to be in, with a horse he has no idea how he got there, and it turns out Keigo had misunderstood and accidentally handled even though the horse was way too scared and aggressive, but somehow with Keigo, the horse seems totally fine.

Well shit.

So now Touya actually lets the stupid blond help with the horses, and of course he turns out to be a natural.

Not with riding, though, which brings Touya great joy.

To see the usually calm and cheerful actor bounce around in the saddle like a sack of potatoes was rewarding in itself, but when he realizes that Keigo himself is having a blast, not caring how stupid he looks, openly laughing at himself...

Maybe he's just a little bit cute, after all.

When the two initial weeks are up, Keigo is looking like a different person.

His hair is slightly longer and lighter from the sun, his dark circles are gone, he has a farmers tan and the sun has brought out a bunch of freckles over his nose and cheeks.

Touya finds himself hoping he takes up the offer to stay for the summer, after all.

//

This was supposed to be a fic once upon a time, but it got away from me, sooo I decided to make some drabbles out of it in stead!

Maybe I'll do more with it, maybe not, but it helped me get out of my writing slump and that's good enough for me!

[vrisrezis]

Dabihawks + satsugu hcs where you take care of them after they get injured;;; reader has a cat quirk, // reader is special grade sorcerer, reader comes across and stoic and uncaring but they care a lot. Reader is gn like always but they are called a bitch (affectionate)

Sorry if Dabi is ooc he’s having a soft boy moment

You didn’t really acknowledge touya when he walked into your shared home, but he didn’t want you to in all honestly. Part of him hoped you would not smell the blood seeping from what should be his stitched up skin, but he knows you can smell it from the way your eyes narrow. Even for a normal person with no cat like smell, the odor is rather potent.

You close your eyes, letting out a deep sigh as he tries to walk past you and he physically cringes, shutting his eyes tightly. He feels like a child about to be scolded by his mother or something, but only you can illicit such a childish reaction from him.

You close the book your reading, placing it on the table in front of you and you stand up, walking behind him. He knows better than to just walk away from you so he stands in place, frozen. You can be rather intimidating when you’re angry, even if those feelings aren’t obvious, he’s known you for so long now he can just feel it. It’s not like he’s scared of you or anything, as you are his partner that deep down loves and cares for him, but he still knows better than to get on your bad side.

You place a hand on his shoulder, your hard gaze doesn’t soften. You make him look at you by turning his body with the hand placed on his shoulder, your claws threatening to dig into his skin if he doesn’t turn to look at you.

“You interrupted my reading time.” you say, but you don’t seem annoyed. Then again, you’re a cold hearted bitch that never seems to indicate any emotion. “And what’s more..? You look like shit. Cant have my boyfriend looking like shit, it makes me look bad.” you say in order to try to mask that you care for him, even though you both know how much you truly love the man before you. It’s just in your nature, and perhaps he’s the same exact way. “come, I will patch you up.”

You walk into the bathroom to get what you needed to help stitch back some of the skin on dabis mouth and hands. You don’t bother asking him how he managed this, as he’s been abnormally silent. Must’ve been a tougher mission. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” you ask, referring to when he first walked in your shared abandoned house. Your boyfriend lets out a hiss as you patch his skin back together. You truly show no remorse nor mercy when it comes to this stuff, or anything really.

“Maybe.. who knows?” he shrugs, looking the other way, “figured maybe you would ignore it.” he says before looking you in the eyes. “Hate it when you care for me. Means you’ll be making fun of me for the next week for being too pathetic.” he says with a little smirk.

“While that is entirely true,” you admit, “I am your partner, so it is my job to take care of you. You’d do the same if the roles were reversed. Besides, you love it when I make fun of you.” “No I don’t.” He groans, “you’re relentless, give your man a damn break. I gotta deal with toga all day, I don’t need to deal with you too.”

You place a hand to his cheek, and you notice the blush form. “Too bad.” you say, kissing the shell of his ear. “It’s too fun to tease you.” you say with the same, nonchalant expression you wear.

You know he’s probably having a rough day, as indicated with how soft he’s being right now. Typically he’s more bratty. As a result, you figure you’ll take care of him.

“Now go take a shower. You smell like a rotting corpse.” “You know I hate taking those.” he rolls his eyes, “hurts my skin.” “Don’t care.” you reply.

“Tch. Have a little compassion, bitch.” “I’ll kill you. Take a shower, you smelly bastard.”

You’re silent. And while that isn’t exactly uncommon for you, right now it does not put Keigo at ease like it normally may have. While you know of his past, know of his father being a criminal, you know that he had not intended o killing twice. You’d like to say you don’t particularly care, but that would be a lie. For as uncaring as you are, you have ideals of your own that you take seriously.

But you know keigo, although you would reprimand anyone for not holding certain people accountable because of a stupid emotional attachment, you know keigo just wanted to help. He’s just an idiot at times. Besides that, you know how this goes. You cannot save everyone, that is the hardest part about this job. Some people are beyond saving.

For once, you don’t insult him too much for his personal failures, knowing that he’s probably being hard on himself right now. You’ve both been quiet, he’s looking anywhere but you, and you’ve been staring into his soul for quite awhile. Eventually you look away, and keigo isn’t sure if he’s thankful your sharp gaze is no longer on him.

“Want anything?” you ask, uncaring as always. As if nothing was happening. He lets out a sigh, “no..”

“Okay.” you simply say, before walking up to him, he’s alarmed by this as first, but you then ruffle is hair. “Relax you dumb bird,” you say with a sigh, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. You look down at him, and he finally gathers the courage to look up at you. “I’m sorry…” he says, and you shake your head. “Don’t apologize.” you say simply, before adding “bird brain.”

While keigo is normally one to start some petty argument over the nickname, his heart flutters upon hearing it. Maybe cause he expected you to hate him, which he wouldn’t blame you for. He doesn’t expect the cute nickname from you.

He feels as though he may be pushing his luck, but he tries anyway. “Can you… hold me?” he asks, rather hopeful.

Even you don’t have it in you to turn him down. With a roll of your eyes you say, “fine, but don’t expect this to happen everytime you happen to injure yourself.”

You don’t see it, but he’s got the biggest grin under all the bandages.

Gojo seriously cannot believe it. He was just defeated by Toji Fushiguro, yet somehow the young male was still breathing. Both he and the man that attacked him thought he was dead, but here you were, standing before him, and he acknowledges your existence. You stood there, as uncaring as ever. He seriously wonders if you give a shit about him at all.

“Get up, moron.” you say, “or he’ll kill geto too.” you tilt your head in the direction he went, your eyes looking in that direction but your head never once turns to look as if it’s unneeded.

You see your stupid boyfriend let out a laugh in a sudden realization. “I think I finally figured it out.” he whispers, and even you’re surprised you managed to hear him. “I know that, dumbass. That’s why I just said, you need to find him.”

Gojo gets up, without your assistance. He lets out a sigh, “you’re so mean to me.” he pouts, and you roll your eyes. “Promise me you’ll nurse me back to health when this is over?”

For once, you nod. A part of you wants to take care of gojo, but you don’t admit that to him. “Yes. Now go you piece of shit.”

He can’t help but let out a strained laugh.

Geto has never been injured before. Seeing him in such a state after the fight wth toji bothered you deep down, though he never got the sense you worried too much. You were there for him, and got him to safety, but you two never talked about what happened directly with one another.

You aren’t sure how to assist him in his time of need, for a multitude of reasons. But you know he needs you.

You don’t bother to knock on his door, you come in anyways. Which isn’t like you. For as rude as you can be, you still respected him (and anyone else) enough to knock. But you didn’t care about formalities at the moment.

He turns around, “oh… hey hun…” he says quietly. You don’t bother saying anything back, and sit next to him on the bed. Neither of you say anything for awhile.

“It bothers me too, you know.” you say, looking at him.

For the first time in weeks, he turns back to you, he is able to hold back a gasp, but can’t help but leave his mouth agape. You look exhausted, just like him. You look so tired with the bags under your eyes, sullen cheeks, and you look incredibly skinny. He can’t imagine he looks much better himself, but he never would’ve imagined ever seeing you in this state given your hard personality. Even so, you still held a stoic expression, you still kept it all together despite how obvious it was you were hurting too.

He feels his lips quiver, and for the first time ever, he sees your hard gaze soften and cup his cheek. He feels his eyes water. “I failed her..” he whispers as he lets the tears fall on his cheeks.

You don’t disagree with him, because you can’t. To you, it would be dishonest.

“I failed her too.” you say. “We both failed her.” you continued. “But that’s why we have to keep going. Keep trying. So that we don’t have to fail anyone else, ever again.”

He allows himself to cry more. Because for once, you allow it. You allow the vulnerability that you’ve never once allowed. He allows himself to feel everything he needs to. Cause at the end of the day, he knows you’re the one person who truly understands.

“Thank you.. you’re so good to me..” he says, and you shake your head.

“Shut up. I am unworthy of your praise.”

[sinnamonpork]

DOING A DOMESTIC AU HEADCANONS FOR DABIHAWKS BC THEY DESERVE IT <33

Nest beds. The softest, most roundest bed you could think of covered with the most random patterns of pillows and blankets. It's partially covered by a canopy bc the boys likes the darkness.

Toga, Tokoyami, and Shiggy are their gremlin kids. Toga is like a cat that goes in and out of their home whenever she wants headpats or to be fed. They have a joint custody with Kurogiri on Tenko, depending on his level of brattiness for the week. Tokoyami is goth birb child, so basically, the only child they acknowledge.

Contrary to popular belief, its not actually Hawks who found all the shinies decorated around the house. Dabi is one hell of a curious villain and would pocket all the shinies he could find, presenting the gifts to Hawks like an oversized cat.

Both of them have the habit of staring but very different in the way they do it. Dabi would pretty much be a gremlin cat, guilt tripping you to pay them attention while he single handedly destroys all your productivity for the day. Meanwhile, Hawks would be the adorable kind. The kind of stare you coo at while also finding lowkey creepy.

Their house is like a revolving door for both heroes and villains. Sometimes they come home to Toga and Ochako just chilling in their hammock all tangled up together. Other times, its Rumi and Shiggy staring at them at 4am from the bedroom door, asking where the cereal is placed.

Shouto has the same grabby hands personality as his big brother. Whenever he visits, 90% of the time one of their shiny decorations inevitably goes missing. Hawks' absolute stink eye whenever the pro hero sees him is so deserved.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI HAVING WEEKLY VISITS TO THEIR HOUSE. To everyone else's horror, touya and katsuki get on like a house on fire. Their insults seem to have a language of their own, and Keigo is helpless to do anything as he watches his husband and this gremlin kid have a shouting match in their kitchen while making the most mouth watering cinnamon buns ever.

The whole Class 1-A once stayed at their house for a day. A frantic Aizawa comes knocking at their door, sees the absolute mayhem, and promptly walks out - probably about to plan a date with Hizashi.

If Shiggy is in the house, Spinner is probably somewhere in there too. They come as a set, buy 1 get 1 free lmao.

dabihawks healing their inner child by fucking around and doing all the things people below the age of 16 do. Disney and Barbie movie marathons are a weekly occurrence. Dabi absolutely adores Megamind, while Hawks leans more towards Rapunzel.

[ginina]

lost ao3 fic please help!!

i’m looking for a dabihawks fic i read maybe a year ago? it took place in post-war, they had a relationship before their fall-out and hawks was actually pregnant with touya’s child (neither of them knew) when dabi burned his wings and back. touya was on the run but eventually got captured and imprisoned (maybe getting tried by the court?) later in the fic and hawks had already had the baby and was hiding him from the world.

only todoroki family, hpsc + tokoyami knew of the baby. hawks was actually pretty traumatised.

i remember most of the episodes, for example in one of them hpsc wanted to use keigo to capture dabi and they basically threatened him to cooperate or they would separate him from the baby. in other episodes keigo was having a hard time looking after the baby because he kept having panic attacks and couldn’t stand the sound of crying etc.

oh and in the last episode i read, they needed dabi to do/accept something so he could be treated at home (todoroki residence) or he would be sent to prison and not get rehabilitated so hawks went in to convince him and revealed their child’s existence to him. and it worked!!

anyways, that’s all i can remember please please help me find it i have been looking for it for weeks.

[thesakuragarnet]

PHOENIX: A Pro Hero Toya Todoroki AU (Chapter One)

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY!!!!!

Summary: For most of his life, Toya Todoroki was a loner. He was a scrawny, broody kid only known for getting in an explosive fight that led to him being held back. That is...until he met Keigo Takami. Navigating love, his own demons, and the road to becoming a Pro Hero, will Toya Todoroki be able to prove his father wrong?

TL;DR: What if Rei Todoroki saved her eldest child from his accident at Sekoto Peak and he got the Hero Arc he deserved?

Tags for the full fic (which is heavily tagged in the author's notes per chapter on AO3): DabiHawks, Pro Hero Dabi, alternate universe, child ab*se, implied sexual content (including implied consensual sexual content between teenagers), underage drinking, implied/referenced r word, explicit sexual content (between of-age consenting parties), graphic depictions of violence, anxiety disorder and panic attacks, s*ic!dal thoughts, eventual happy ending, fluff, smut, angst, implied/referenced s3lf harm, hurt/comfort, Vigilante League of Villains, Geten is not a Himura, POV TOYA TODOROKI

Word Count: Chapter One, which is posted below, is 3,245 words. The full fic (which will be completed on 11/21/2023) is roughly 270,000 words.

AO3 link to the full fic

Chapter One: MONTAGE (Year: Early 2117)

It’s the first day of my repeated year, and not a single person even looks in my direction. The reputation I built for myself isn’t exactly helping; I’d nearly incinerated another student who was talking shit about my sister last semester. He deserved it; it’s a shame he wasn’t in the ICU after what he said. Nevertheless, every single person in the Private Hero Training Academy avoided me like the plague. I skipped orientation this year, thinking it wasn’t worth it. I’d just be paired with yet another loser who would always find an excuse to not be my roommate and switch out; I didn’t care to make friends anymore. 

I sit quietly at the smallest table in the corner of the cafeteria, my hair falling over my eyes as I stare emptily into the bowl of noodles. I shove it to the side; I’m not in the mood to eat anything right now. Tears prick my eyes as I think about what happened when I was home last week. 

“IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! IF YOU WEREN’T SO DAMN WEAK HE WOULD BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT!” My father bellowed at our mother as Natsuo, Fuyumi, and I struggled to keep Shoto sheltered from the noise of the violent slaps that echoed through the house. 

“HE KNOWS NO DISCIPLINE!” 

SMACK!

“HE KNOWS NO MANNERS!”

SMACK!

“HE IS A FAILED EXPERIMENT!”

SMACK!

I suddenly break down and put my head on the table, resting my forehead on my arms so no one will see my tears. ‘I wish I didn’t exist anymore.’ I think to myself...

…

...

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! 

A rapping noise echoes on the wooden table. 

“Hey, you’re Toya, right?” A sprightly voice calls. I keep my head down, staring at the darkness that I formed in the shelter of my arms. I try to keep my body still so they can’t notice I’m crying, and I struggle to stop. 

“Who wants to know?” I gripe, keeping my voice steady.

“Oh, I’m Keigo Takami! I’m your roomie this year! Hey, are you okay? Or just tired? Hope I didn’t wake you up,” Keigo laughs. 

“Are you new or something?” I snap, not in the mood to talk. 

“How’d you guess?! Yeah! I’m a first-year! Ready to become a hero! Anyway, is it okay if I sit here? I don’t really know anyone yet.” Before I can say anything, I feel him sit down next to me. 

“Are you gonna eat your food?”

“Not hungry,” I say flatly. I briefly activate my Quirk on my face so all the tears evaporate, but no one can see it the way I have my head down.

“Then why’d you get it?”

“You ask a lot of damn questions don’t you,” I growl before raising my head to look at him. Keigo Takami’s Quirk is obvious at first glance. The fifteen-year-old sports an elegant pair of feathered, red wings on his back. He returns my glare with a bright smile, and an emotion I’ve never felt before rips through my entire body. 

“Are you not scared of me?” I ask, indignantly, but, once again, Takami just returns my venom with warm, caring eyes. 

“Why would I be scared of you? Hey, did you know your hair is turning white?” Keigo points to the white streaks that pepper my crimson hair. 

“Stress. And my mom’s Quirk.” I mumble, suddenly wishing I had a hood that I could pull up to hide it. 

“Oh. That’s cool. I guess. Hey, you sure you don’t wanna eat anything? You can have half of my sandwich!” He extends half of his PB&J to me, but I put my head back down. Keigo shrugs, and, then, his eyes light up. 

“OH MY GOD! I ALMOST FORGOT TO ASK! Your last name is Todoroki, right? As in Endeavor’s son? What’s it like having such an awesome Pro Hero as a dad?” He excitedly asks, and my brain fills with screams. 

“I WON’T LET YOU SLEEP UNTIL YOU’VE PERFECTED THIS MOVE! GET UP!” 

A phantom pain in my stomach forms where I got kicked last week; I’d forced myself to stand and finish the exercise, burning my shoulder in the process. I feel my emotions setting my Quirk into overdrive; I’ve gotta get out of here. Without saying a word, I immediately stand up and walk out of the cafeteria, leaving Keigo alone, worried, and confused. 

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A Few Months Later

(Almost the end of the First Semester)

 

“DAD I DIDN’T MEAN TO HURT SHOTO!” I scream as I wake up from a horrible nightmare...well...a memory. I’m covered in cold sweat, and I’m shaking uncontrollably. A faint blue glow permeates the darkness of the room, and I panic as I realize I’ve set my pillow on fire. 

“SHIT SHIT SHIT!” I whisper heatedly as I get up on my knees and struggle to put it out with my trembling hands, burning myself. I bite my lip as I endure the pain to snuff out the flames, leaving a tender red mark in the middle of my palm. When I successfully put it out, my mind flashes with my father’s terrifying, furious gaze; all I hear is my mother and my siblings screaming at me. I continue to shake uncontrollably and begin hyperventilating. I stare at my open, shivering palms...The weapons that I used on my little brother. It was an accident. But that didn’t change the fact that it happened. If Mom hadn’t acted quickly, who knows what could have happened. And it would’ve been all my fault. Tears start streaming down my face, as I start rocking back and forth, desperately trying to calm myself down.

“Toya?” A sleepy voice echoes through the darkness, and a feather whizzes by my head before pulling open the curtains on the window, letting moonlight flood our room. 

“Are you okay?” Keigo asks as he rubs his eyes and starts to sit up. I say nothing. Words can’t come out of my mouth; my chest is unbearably tight, and my stomach is in a knot. I feel all the color instantly leave my face.

“Trash can,” I manage to croak out as my dry mouth suddenly fills with saliva. Thankfully, as soon as I heave, a flurry of feathers brings a trash can to sit in front of me on the bed. I grab it quickly and thrust my head into it as I get sick.

“You’re definitely not okay.” Keigo’s worried voice is at my bedside next to me; he must have gotten up. I breathe heavily as I lurch again, and Keigo sits beside me before patting me on the back; I flinch at his touch and retch until there’s nothing left in me. 

“I hate everything,” I cough as I try to catch my breath, water leaking out of my eyes. I spit into the bucket to get the horrible taste out of my mouth. 

“Even me?” Keigo says in a sing-song voice, and I look up briefly to give him an annoyed glance. He hands me a rag, and I snatch it from him, wiping my mouth before setting the trash can and the rag on the other side of my bed. Just in case. 

“Did you have nightmares about your dad again?” Keigo asks, concern in his voice. I shudder and nod, squeezing my eyes shut.

“You should probably be on something for those night terrors and panic attacks. That’s not healthy. You can’t just keep throwing up dinner every other night,” Keigo touches my shoulder, and I shrink away from him.

“My folks wouldn’t care even if they knew,” I mutter as I feel the waves of anxiety and dread flood my body. I start to move to go back to sleep, grappling with the covers, forcing Keigo to get off the bed. 

“Do they not know?” He asks. 

“There’s a lot they don’t know,” I growl, turning my body away as the tears start flowing down my face again. I pass out from pure exhaustion.

…

...

Two hours later, I wake up screaming again, except this time I can’t move. I’m paralyzed with the fear of my dad’s gaze burning into my very soul; I whimper and shake, hating how pathetic Keigo must think I am. 

‘Dad’s right, all I ever do is show weakness.’ I keep my eyes shut, trying to calm my dark thoughts and not jump out the window to end all the pain once and for all. ‘It would be so easy just to hit the ground from how high up we are… the seventh floor….I doubt I’d even feel anything. And then, my family wouldn’t have to bear the burden of me anymore.’ With eerie timing, I feel the paralysis fade away. ‘This is my sign.’ I think to myself as I take a deep breath and prepare to roll out of bed and end my life. Suddenly, I feel a warmth surrounding me, and my body freezes. 

“It’s okay, Toya. He’s not here,” I hear the familiar voice whisper as I open my eyes and see a pair of red wings enclosing me in an embrace. I instantly think to push him away so I can finish what I started when a wave of calm washes over me as the feathers brush my face. They’re very soft and comforting...something I don’t feel very often, if ever. My nightmarish thoughts seemingly melt away as I lean into the wing, allowing my senses to fill with something other than physical pain and emotional numbness. Keigo gingerly drapes his arm over my shoulder, limply pulling me toward him. 

“If you want me to go away I will. I know you don’t really like hugs. But...You looked like you needed one badly,” Keigo’s voice echoes through the silent room. I roughly shake my head as I bite my lip and let my tears flow. This time, it’s a mixture of emotions that sparks them; the normal ones: fear and anguish, but also: peace. I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on the silky feathers and the sound of Keigo’s breathing, my shaking breath slowly calming down to a smooth even pattern. My chest fills with a warm glow that I’m not used to; whatever it is, I know it isn’t my Quirk because it’s the complete opposite of pain.

“Thank you,” I choke out through my tears as I sleep peacefully for the first time in my entire life. 

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The Beginning Of The Third Semester

(First Week of September)

 

I was planning on going home for the weekend, but my heart told me otherwise. My dad could go to Hell for all I cared. This was gonna be the night I confessed. I’d practiced this for weeks by myself in the bathroom mirror, but my nerves were all over the place. This should be easy considering this was the person that made me realize I swung both ways. But, it’s also the first time I’ve ever felt strong enough to do something about my feelings. I don’t think I could handle rejection though. In fact, Keigo was pretty much all I had to live for lately. I don’t think I’d be able to keep on living in this Hell without him.

‘Keigo. I like you. Let’s go out. Simple enough.’ I think to myself as I splash water on my face. On Friday evenings after class, Keigo and I typically played poker by ourselves. Instead of poker chips, we just used chicken nuggets. I’d put on the only nice outfit that I owned; a black, long-sleeved button-up with black slacks. I kept the top two buttons undone so I didn’t look too serious, and I combed my hair so it didn’t look so spazzy. It had almost turned completely white at this point, and the only trace of red remained at my crown. I take a deep breath and head back to our dorm.

...

I grab the handle and take another deep breath, trying to hype myself up.

‘Alright. You got this, Toya. Be smooth. Be cool. You can be charming… Right? Just don’t make a fool of yourself.’ 

However, when I open the door, the lights are off, and Keigo sits on his knees on his bed with the chicken nuggets in a fancy-looking tray instead of lying on the bed like they usually are. He has a candle lit on his nightstand, and, when he realizes I’m inside the room, he seems to freeze up and get nervous. I raise my eyebrow and close the door behind me.

“Where’re the cards?” I ask as I walk over to sit across from him cross-legged on the twin bed. That’s when I noticed that I’m not the only one that cleaned up. Keigo’s normally unkempt hair is neatly brushed, and his feathers even look shinier and more orderly than normal. He’s still wearing his normal black and yellow T-shirt, but it looks brighter, almost like it’s brand new. 

“Um, I thought we could...just eat the nuggs tonight instead. And. Uh. Talk?” Keigo stammers, and I see his face flush. I blink. 

‘There’s no way we had the same idea. There’s no way he actually likes me back.’ 

“Okay?” I say as I move to grab a chicken nugget, only for him to slap my hand away.

“I need to talk to you first.” He blurts out, his voice wavering. He’s trying to maintain eye contact with me, and his feathers start to ruffle. I can see the sweat on his forehead, and a small smile forms on my face. 

‘Oh my God, he DOES like me back!’ 

“Listen, you’re my best friend. And... And, I hope this doesn’t ruin what we have, but, I-” He stumbles over his words as I slide the tray to the side so nothing stands between us. 

‘Fuck it, I’m just gonna go for it.’ I start to close the space between us, but Keigo is oblivious as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to confess.

“What I’m trying to say is: I L-” 

I stop his words short as I kiss him, and he makes a surprised noise before completely relaxing. He kisses me back, making my heart flutter, and, for the first time in my life, reciprocated love washes over me. He starts to lean back onto the pillow, and I move with him, positioning myself so I’m looming over top of him. His wings start flapping, and I laugh as I break the kiss, propping myself up on my elbow and looking down at him with a smirk. He stares up at me with huge eyes, and I laugh again. 

“Warn me next time you’re gonna do that,” He whispers, his face beet red. I’ve never seen him so flustered before, and it makes me grin even more to realize the kind of power I have over him. 

“Okay, here’s your warning,” I say as I lean down and kiss him again. He reaches up and limply puts his hand at the back of my neck, pulling me closer. My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. I’ve never ever felt like this before, but I love it. For once in my entire life, someone cares about me just as much as I care about them. I run my hands through his hair as I breathe him in. He reaches up with his other arm and starts undoing the buttons of my shirt. Before he gets to the last one, I grab his hand tightly and pull away from the kiss.

“We’re not fucking. I want to make that clear,” I say, bluntly. He can’t afford to get too attached to me...just in case. Keigo rolls his eyes and jerks his hands away from my grip before undoing the last button.

“There are other things besides that, hothead,” He whispers as he slides my shirt off. I smirk and lean back down, slipping my tongue in his mouth, making him make another surprised noise; his wings stiffen for a moment. I reach over with my other hand and snuff out the candle, surrounding us in complete darkness. My heart thuds as my tongue dances with his, and I start grinding up against him. The sensation is intoxicating, and I grind rougher as his hands slide up my abs and my chest. My body seems concerned at the random influx of dopamine that is never present, and my entire being is tingly with a warm, positive feeling. I break away from the kiss as we both start breathing heavily; I move to kiss his neck. 

“I love you,” I let the new words drift past my lips without even meaning to say them aloud; I don’t even care if it’s too soon to say them. I can’t help how I feel. My heart swells as I hear him echo my words; I leave dark marks on the side of his neck and start to move further down when he pushes himself up with his wings, knocking me backward on the bed. I blink in surprise and start to push myself up.

“Whoa whoa, wait a second, birdbrain. I’m the one on to-” Keigo kisses me before I can finish my sentence and starts taking my pants off. In a panic, I hold my hand up and let a small ember burn as a warning, causing him to break the kiss. 

“I said no fucking!” I snap, feeling betrayed.

“Relax, Toya. I said there are other things,” His words hang in the air, and he starts trailing kisses from my neck farther and farther down my body. I fall silent as the night air consumes us...

...

...

The next morning, I wake up in my boxers with Keigo fast asleep on my chest. I smile down at him before abruptly realizing that last night was the first night in years that I didn’t have a nightmare or a panic attack. I trace his feathered wing lightly with the tip of my finger, causing him to stir awake. 

“Good morning,” He yawns, stretching and sitting up. A smile creeps across my face before I can hide it, and I tousle his hair. 

“You know we can’t tell anyone about this, right?” I say quietly, and Keigo frowns.

“Well, why not?” He snorts, climbing off of me and getting out of bed to get dressed.

“We just can’t,” I say as I put my finger on the candlewick and ignite it, giving the room a blue hue.

“Too bad. I’m still gonna try to hold your hand, and you can’t stop me.” Keigo laughs. I rub the sleep from my eyes.

“Fine,” I grumble as I climb out of bed. Before I can get my bearings, Keigo hugs me tightly. 

“I knew there was something beneath that tough guy act,” He smiles, and my expression softens. 

“Come on, we gotta get ready for practice. I reserved the training room for this morning,” Keigo says in his sing-song voice as he flaps his wings, lifting himself off the ground. I smile and get dressed before he opens the window. I raise my eyebrow, and he just grins before holding his hand out to me. I tentatively take it, and I cling to him as he sails out the window into the open orange sky, heading toward the training field.

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🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

🥤: okay answering this ask took so long because i went through my whole bookmarks list and every single one had me going 'oh yeah, THIS one! all that being said! a couple recent works i have finished and then almost immediately reread because they’re just that good:

the DabiHawks bachelorette au, which has some of the best, most nuanced todoroki family content out there. i will go on record as saying i did not even ship dabihawks before i read this fic.

pez dispenser debris which rewrote my dna, holy shit. quirk effect manifests a child version of izuku, who is convinced that teenage izuku is an imposter who killed and replaced the real him.

keep going, keep going come what may which is not a recent read but to this day i canNOT think it about too hard without crying. it's still thee 911 fic for me.

also, arsenicinyourpudding, whose fics are all so good and deserve more attention

tbh there are so many more--i had SUCH a hard time narrowing it down. honorable mention to reconcile, candor, this is all temporary, and fighting gravity, which i'm only part of the way through but is SO good so far.

🪐: i got to hang out with work friends a lot last week, which was very nice, as we don't usually have the time. i've got a haircut scheduled this week, which i'm very excited about, and i'm taking a portrait drawing class this summer with my favorite art teacher at the local community arts center!

🥐: that one video of the metal song with the little animal that goes 'eep!' between each phrase. gosh, i can't find it now, but it brings me joy every time.

[ko-fanatic]

Perfection (Chapter two: Routine)

Rating: Teen and above Pairing: DabiHawks Characters: Touya Todoroki, Keigo Takami, Jin Bubaigawara, Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fat Gum), Mirio Togata Content warnings: Eating disorders, abuse by authority figures and parents, depersonalisation/dissociation/derealisation, intent to self harm/self-harm thoughts, vomit, codependency, mentions of extreme child neglect, mentions of growing up in poverty, and suicidal thoughts Summary: Keigo has to miss their study session because of extra hockey practice, Touya spirals. AO3 LINK Part one

Touya had once been told by a psychiatrist that routines were very important. They kept the mind focussed and clear of the daily noise, made it easier to keep healthy habits, and generally improved mental health. Touya’s still not so certain about that last part, considering… everything. He can keep a routine, lives by it, but that psychiatrist was hardly the top of his profession, and had left Touya to burn alone about two months after that conversation.

Of course - he’s Touya, after all.

He wakes up at half five every morning - even on the weekends. He takes his meds, brushes his teeth, and pulls on his exercise gear, and from there is his morning run, his stretches, and (if he can fit it in) some minor barre practice. Then, a shower before he dresses for school, and he leaves with his breakfast in hand.

He used to jog to school and change there, but the bus is more convenient when it comes to actually eating his breakfast, and ballet dancers don’t actually starve themselves.

It’s stupid to do so.

Really.

Still, even as he maps it all out in his head as he brushes his teeth, staring into the mirror with vacant gaze, he can’t help but feel… empty. He knows this inside and out, has been following the exact same routine for a year now, and always thrived off the predictability of it all. Touya likes knowing what needs to happen in a day. But lately, it’s felt almost claustrophobic.

He thinks of Tomura and Shuichi, and the text he still hasn’t sent. Maybe, after practice, he could call them and have the two idiots on speaker as he goes through homework. He also has his habit tracker, as he didn’t do it the night before, thanks to the bone-deep exhaustion he felt. He… missed them.

He talks to Shoto, he talks to Natsuo. He can occasionally convince himself to exchange empty smalltalk with their mother, and Fuyumi will attempt to cajole him into conversation with her, too. He makes a point of not talking to their father.

He talks to his teacher.

He talks to Keigo. That’s where he should focus. Keigo is not his dysfunctional family, or his Засранец of a teacher. Keigo is special, and interesting, and ignites something in him which had fizzled out before they met.

So why are those feelings coming back? If he’s still talking to Keigo, then why does he still feel…

Alone.

He spits. He looks up to the mirror and prods at the dark skin under his eyes, like he had the night before. He doesn’t just feel tired, he looks it, too. He’s just staring, minty foam at the corner of his slackened lips and his dead eyes. It’s uncomfortable, so he turns away.

He has a run to get on with, after all. And stretches. And a shower. And…

---

“Whoa, kid, sit down!”

That’s how Jin greeted him, the moment Touya set foot in the school kitchen. The older man had stubbed out the cigarette that he definitely wasn’t allowed to be smoking inside, looking over him as if Touya would collapse at any moment.

Slightly dizzy or not, Touya wasn’t going to be “doted on” like that so early in the morning.

“I’m just tired!” He snapped, waving Jin’s concerned hands away, because he felt fine, “I came to give you my diet plan for the week, ‘cause I forgot yesterday.”

Jin still looks wary, hovering over his shoulders like a pesky gnat around dog shit, but he takes the paper with minimal prompting. He looks it over, whistles lowly, but makes no comment other than that.

About the food, anyway.

“Magne’s not seen you in a while,” Jin hums, looking over at him in a way that Touya just knows is Jin’s attempt at being subtle, “Neither has Atsuhiro.”

“I’m just…” Touya trails off, not really knowing what to say. It’s not like he doesn’t want to see them, but training’s been tough and he’d been in rehearsal after rehearsal until just recently, and he was playing the Prince in the last recital he did and he wanted to be the villain but he’s always the handsome prince with the pretty girl -

“In one of your moods?”

“What?!” He bit, baring his teeth a little more than he meant to - than what was really warranted.

“You get into these moods where all you do is ballet and homework, and the only people who can hold half a conversation with you are Takami and Sho-kun,” Jin shrugged, face neutral, “It’s cool! Just a part of being friends with ya.”

Part of Touya wanted to ask, if he was so antisocial, why they still hung out with him. A convenient choice? A near bottomless wallet for pizza and snacks? Call him an emo, but he didn’t get why the others bothered with company that just… wasn’t that great.

He’d blow them off constantly, only to worry that he wasn’t a good friend, but would ultimately not make any move to change his behaviour for the better.

Isn’t that just like someone else you know?

“Seems you’re getting out of it, though!” Jin enthused, earning a questioning tilt of the head, “If you were in it deep, you wouldn’t care.”

Touya hummed, not really giving an affirmative or negative, but storing that away for later. Just to ruminate on.

To hate himself just a bit more for, maybe.

---

Touya stretched out his knees, hips and ankles as he waited outside of what the students creatively nicknamed “the new wing”. He stretched his arms above his head and popped his back. He debated doing something a little more strenuous - like a kneeling quad stretch or front splits - to burn off some of the strange energy thrumming through his muscles.

He decided against it, eyes peeled and scanning the buses that came and went with eerie attention. He’s been told he doesn’t blink enough. Holds his eyes open kind of wide, too, which looks kind of deranged with the blue of his irises. Still, he does it anyway.

He sees a small cluster look directly at him, give him a strange look, and then go back to whispering conspiratorially amongst themselves as they scurry off to classes. Whatever. He’s used to being the “weird kid” - comes part and parcel with being autistic.

Someone - he doesn’t remember who - once asked if he had a personality disorder. He can’t remember if it was actually a good natured question or not, can’t remember his response to it, even. A snapshot of a moment that just kind of sticks in your brain.

Now he’s older, he thinks he may, but doesn’t feel like unpacking that any time soon. Fuyumi mentioned BPD to him once, but he’s pretty sure it was projection or something - it’s not like she doesn’t fit the criteria herself.

He’s spiralling.

He itched at his right arm, probably a bit harder than he should, but spotting a particular bus pull up was like all the oxygen suddenly returned to his personal space. The beat up thing was nothing spectacular, dents in the side and obvious rust on the back wheel rim. Still, he waited for it every day because -

“Touya!”

Keigo alighted, saw him in a couple of seconds, and beamed oh so brightly. And that made the waiting worth it. One day, maybe, this would be the point where Touya would rush forward and they’d do something gross and sappy, like kiss where everyone could see them. Or he’d die alone.

… Jesus.

“Hi, Kei,” Was all Touya said when Keigo was once again at his side. Like it was nothing, really. Like he hadn’t been slowly suffocating ever since bidding him goodbye yesterday and now he could breathe again.

Like they were friends, he guessed.

But still, despite his messy thoughts, he and Keigo continued on as usual. Keigo complained that, by the time he’d gotten back, the fried chicken place he liked to frequent had closed for some emergency or other and so he’d had nothing to “tide him over” until dinner. Touya had a couple of low-fat greek yoghurts for breakfast, and tried not to show how hungry the mere idea of eating between meals made him.

But the soothing balm of Keigo’s presence was soon over as they reached the corridor where Keigo’s first class of the day was held.

“Oh, um, while I remember…” Keigo began, fidgeting with the zip of his hoodie, “I have to cancel our study session tonight.”

The air drew thin, and Touya was apparently quiet for too long, as his best friend rushed to continue.

“Toyomitsu-sensei wanted to go over some more plays, as the national semi-finals are approaching, and I’m a pretty important player, so… y’know…” Keigo finished lamely, but it gave Touya time to scrape himself together.

“Of course, Kei,” Touya nodded, “We can always study tomorrow.”

---

Touya Todoroki was obsessive and clingy.

It was something he was well aware of, a foible he’d had come back to bite him multiple times, and he refused to be ignorant of it. But still. When things like this happened, despite it being nothing, really, it burned. The fire stocked inside of him and scorched all the way up as he breathed. It charred his lungs and throat and teeth. It turned him into a blackened husk from the inside out.

Which is why he skipped the first class of the day, to wait out the blistering feeling in the bathroom. He wasn’t really crying , per say, but there was dampness on his eyes and the back of his hand, his cheeks now catching fire and flaming red.

It all came back to fire.

His lighter was heavy in his hand, and he couldn’t tear his gaze away from it. He’d hastily unbuttoned the cuff of his right shirtsleeve and hitched it up as soon as he’d entered the stall. In preparation for this.

He’d never realised he’d hit this point, self harming in the bathroom stall at school. He did carry his lighter everywhere, sure, but he’d never actually crossed that boundary before. Not over… whatever he was doing this for.

Perhaps that was what he’d truly froze over. The fact it was here, and because… What? His best friend couldn’t hang out with him? What a pathetic joke. What a manipulative piece of shit, wanting to hurt himself because Keigo had extra practice. What if he knew? What if he found out?

Touya doesn’t explain these thought processes - to anyone, really - because he knows how they sound. Does the intention to manipulate when doing these things make all the difference, or is he still a terrible person?

If he texted Keigo, saying that he was thinking about burning himself because he wanted to go to practice instead of doing homework with him, he knows Keigo would drop those plans instantly.

He’s aware he’s a hypocrite. Still, the thought is like swallowing glass. He can’t stand the fact that Keigo tries so hard to fit into what he considers the “perfect friend” to Touya, that he’ll actively twist and turn his behaviours and desires to suit his idea of what Touya wants, until the game of telephone becomes so murmured that neither of them can tell which party wanted what. Keigo actively goes out of his way to acquiesce, and Touya will think it’s fine until it isn’t.

This is a time he told you what he wants, don’t ruin it for him.

The thing is that he hates Keigo doing that, but half the time, Keigo doesn’t even realise he’s doing it. Part of him is terrified, terrified that one time he won’t realise and he’ll push it too far, but it will still be all his fault -

The fire is coming up.

The lighter drops to the floor as Touya flings himself over the toilet seat, coughing up a meagre mouthful of watery puke. He realised with delayed reaction that he was sweating like a pig, gasping like he’d just sprinted a marathon, and despite the charr in his chest and guts, his extremities were ice cold.

“Fuck…” He gasped, nose wrinkling at the awful smell of stomach acid and congealed yoghurt, “… Fuck…”

---

He didn’t end up burning himself in the school bathroom, did end up going to Geography.

For however much it sucked, throwing up low-fat yoghurt in the middle of a panic attack, it did snap him out of the actual urge to self harm. You win some, you lose some - he guessed. It’s not like he was planning to camp out in the bathroom indefinitely, either, so he just gave the halfhearted excuse of stomach troubles and let the less mature classmates giggle about that amongst themselves.

The lagging is back, worse than the night before. It takes him a couple of tries to grip the back of his chair and pull it out from the desk. He’s unsteady as he takes a seat. He fumbles his pen as he tries to ready it for notetaking.

He panics less when he realises he can barely work out what the teacher’s saying, garbled syllables jumping and mixing into their own jumbled language. He can’t fix it, not unless he takes the lighter out of his bag again and actually do it this time, but he won’t.

The moment’s passed.

He leans his head on his hand, looking vaguely in the direction of the teacher. He might be drooling, like last night, but he’s not really aware enough to truly tell or control it if he is. It’s like his vision is hazy around the edges, going out of focus, but there’s no lightheadedness - or, not like he would be if he was going to pass out.

Times like this, he wishes that someone else were here with him. Someone who got it. Sure, Tomura is younger than him, but as the only other person Touya knew who also experienced… this… He found himself sorely missing Tomura’s company in that moment.

Not that he deserved it.

“You get into these moods where all you do is ballet and homework, and the only people who can hold half a conversation with you are Takami and Sho-kun. It’s cool! Just a part of being friends with ya.”

“Hey, we gonna see you this month or should we give Dabi another bullshit sidequest while you prance around?”

“Communication is a two way street, Touya-kun, please remember that.”

He gags quietly, managing to bring a hand up to his mouth to hide it. It’s not like there’s really anything to retch up after his previous episode, anyway.

He irritates people, he understands that. He also understands he should be the one to reach out. But what’s the acceptable limit? How many times can he reach out before it comes off as cloying?

How come he can only seem to make himself reach out for Shoto and Keigo? Why does he push everyone else away?

He gets no work done during that class.

---

“Focus, Touya!”

The bark from his teacher wasn’t unexpected in the slightest, more expected with everything running through his head. It’s all a garbled mess of Keigo, his friends, his obvious flaws, Keigo, Shoto, his dad, and Keigo. His brain feels crammed full of crap, and the gears and cogs rusting away as he goes for another half-hearted tour en l'air.

“You’re better than this!”

He isn’t.

He comes to the end of the variation, mouth set in a grim line as he turns his hazy gaze to the teacher. Waiting for her reproach. He doesn’t think he can stand Siegfried today. Not that he can stand him most days, despite favourable reviews. He needs something to dig his teeth into, and a stupid prince isn’t that.

However, now drenched in cold sweat, practice is over. His teacher mumbles a few things in Russian - not complimentary - as she goes about collecting her bag and shoes as always. Sometimes, Touya thinks he could mistake her for a clockwork doll, going about things in such a practised, predictable way. Today, he’s thankful for it.

Until she paused at the door frame, just for a second.

“If you’re looking for praise,” She begins, tone like the mere thought of something like complimenting her pupil is so unbearably arduous, “I can’t do it for today’s dancing. A disgrace to the dancer you’ve become. But, your silhouette is… improving.”

With that backhanded compliment, she was gone.

“I can see your lunch.”

Touya shook the ghost of that conversation from his head as he nearly sprinted to his bag, kicking off his soft shoes violently and swearing as they shot out too far. He scrambled for a good couple of minutes, shoving his shoes in his bag and cramming his boots over his tights. He didn’t bother to change, in far too much of a rush as he shouldered his bag and all but ran from the studio.

See, Keigo couldn’t come to him, due to practice. Touya, with today’s revelation and Magne’s words of advice ringing in his ears for several hours on end, realised something exceedingly simple:

If someone can’t come to you, you can go to them.

Hence, sprinting down corridor after corridor like a madman, harshly shouldering both doors and people alike out of the way. Winding in and out of the sea of released students, something hot and bitter clawing at his throat and constricting his chest, he panted like a dog. Sweating like a pig, too, but he couldn’t care less.

A few students might have cussed him out as he whipped in and out of their way, pushing through in some cases, but he didn’t hear them. What would usually spark his temper and have him respond with various swears or a simple middle finger was covered by the same sentiment, over and over and over again.

An endless loop of Keigo roaring in his ears.

The ice rink the school had for such sports was only a five minute walk away from the ballet studio, but every second took hours to tick by. It made Touya gag a little, whether from the exertion or just lack of Keigo, he wasn’t sure. Tears brimmed in his eyes, and he cursed himself as he roughly wiped them away, still darting down the halls like his life depended on it.

In the here and now, Touya felt like it did.

One more set of double doors, no more breaths until he made it through. The oxygen was gone, all used up, and he needed to reach it or he may just fall and never get up again -

A loud bang, the doors thrown wide from momentum, swallowed up by yells and scuffle. There he was. Touya took in a deep, gasping breath as he watched Keigo “Hawks” Takami slam another boy - twice his size - into the side of the rink before snatching away the puck and making what was probably the fastest turn Touya had ever seen - on or off the ice, in or out of ballet studio.

He was there, blood down his jersey but there, and enjoying his game. Away from Touya, but safe and happy.

Touya really hated himself for getting worked up. He thanked himself for coming in when he did.

“Nice work, guys! Come on, someone take that puck from Hawks, now!” Coach Toyomitsu cheered, and he was both everything Touya expected, but also not at the same time.

Touya had known that Keigo was a star hockey player, of course. Whilst they didn’t talk about the sport itself often, Keigo did mention his teammates and his coach. They were a big part of his life. Also, Touya would have to blind, deaf or dimwitted not to notice the talk around school.

Keigo was handsome, charming and intelligent. The only thing against him was his choice in company. Of course, seemingly everyone in school couldn’t keep their nose out of his business, vying for any lick of attention from him and, really, wasn’t Touya the same?

Watching him down there, flying around the ice with such focus and determination, was beautiful. This was Keigo in his element. He never looked so breathless and ferocious with him. Why would he be? It wasn’t like homework could replace this.

The air was getting thin.

He was about to turn around. Before Keigo could see him. Before he could make an ass out of himself for just turning up with no invitation in smelly, sweaty ballet clothes. But he was stopped by an all too enthusiastic voice, belonging to an all too enthusiastic man, who was currently taking the steps two at a time to approach him. Not that it seemed hard for the man before him.

“Hello, fresh face!” Coach Toyomitsu grinned widely, “Always nice to see new people. Interested in joining, lad? I’m afraid, if you want to watch, it is kind of a closed practice, so…”

Keigo had mentioned the man was tall, but with the birdbrain only reaching 5’4”, his definition of “tall” was anyone who’d managed to eek over 5’8”. No, Coach Toyomitsu was tall. In fact, Coach Toyomitsu could quite easily be described as massive.

The guy would be head and shoulders over his behemoth of a father, and that wasn’t all. He had wide, broad shoulders that made looking passed him extremely difficult, and a gut that stood so proudly that it’d probably make his instructor either pass out from shock or burst a blood vessel in her brain. If her comments on his silhouette were any basis on something like that, at least.

The nastier part of Touya, the one that sounds just a little too much like the Russian demon, murmured his own disapproval.

This guy is an athlete? Really? What a joke…

But he stomped it down. This was a kind man, a man Keigo respected for his talent and accomplishments as much as his manner. Besides, while he certainly had some “padding”, as Keigo had referred to it before, it didn’t take much to notice the sheer girth of his arms and legs.

He wasn’t particularly toned, but it was obvious that the chub on his frame covered a lot of muscle, also. To be fair, if Touya were to play a contact sport like Hockey and saw someone of Coach Toyomitsu’s stature coming towards him, he’d probably book it in the other direction.

Thank God for Keigo’s innate ability to stop awkward silences.

“Touya!” The other boy cheered, grinning that sunshine grin that twisted Touya’s stomach and turned his insides to jelly, voice slightly distorted from the red mouth guard he was wearing, “Coach, he’s my friend! Can he watch?”

Touya swallowed. In, out. In, out.

“Oh! You must be Todoroki-kun!” Coach Toyomitsu enthused, and Touya was… really kind of shocked that the man apparently knew who he was just from Keigo saying he was a friend.

Which meant Keigo talked to these people - about him. That was a comforting thought, if he was honest.

“Hey, Hawks’ ballerina boy!”

The boy who yelled was big too, tall and broad, grinning so wide that he could see a missing tooth from where he was standing. He had blood down the front of his jersey as well, more than Keigo. He was energetically waving, nearly bouncing on his skates, and Touya couldn’t help but think of Jin in all his enthusiastic, puppy-like energy.

“I know guys, very exciting to finally see Hawks’ friend, but we have semi-finals coming up!” Coach Toyomitsu interrupted, met with a chorus of groans from Keigo’s teammates, but they did get back into practice without argument, “Todoroki-kun, why don’t you come sit up here with me?”

“NO ONE MOVE!!” The puppy-ish blonde yelled suddenly.

Everyone seemed to startle, turning to him and stilling like a herd of deer. Even Touya stopped with wide eyes, watching as the boy continued to scan the ice in front of him. He straightened slowly, looking almost sheepish as he explained.

“… I lost my tooth…”

The team groaned, various shouts of “AGAIN?!?” and “I’ll superglue it inta ya head this time!” rang out, but they did all dutifully start looking for the… lost tooth. It didn’t take too long, with everyone on the team scouring the rink, at least.

Once found - by a muscular girl with silver hair - Coach Toyomitsu took the tooth by the crown, got the guy who lost it to come over to him and open his mouth, and shoved the tooth back into the socket.

Touya swallowed hard against the sickness he felt at that, but couldn’t take his eyes away from the scene. The kid - Mirio, apparently, from Toyomitsu’s chastisement - bit down on a handkerchief the instructor had given him, and exited the ice rink to go call his parents to take him for the emergency dental work he needed.

“Now, guys, how many times has Mirio had a tooth knocked out of his head this season?” The coach asked.

“Nine times,” Was parroted back to him.

“And what lesson can we take away from this… again?”

“Always wear a mouthguard.”

“Exactly! Now, after that find and seek break, let’s get going!”

Practice went smoothly after that, it seemed. Touya didn’t really know anything about hockey, but Toyomitsu was beaming throughout, offering advice and encouragement, and the team seemed pretty good. Not that he was really focusing on the team, with Keigo right there , so close to him.

He kept watching as Keigo - Hawks - scored goals, flew so gracefully over the ice, shouldered and shoved people out of the way. It was mesmerising, and Touya could barely even pay attention to Toyomitsu’s small talk. Keigo was so supremely talented.

And he chooses to waste his time with you… What a shame.

Touya gritted his teeth against the thought.

---

They walked home together, after practice had finished and Keigo had changed out of his sweaty, bloodied jersey. The t-shirt he’d chosen that day was… eye searing, looked out of place with the black jeans and clashed with the neon green accents on his trainers. Red laces on those abominations, too.

Keigo could never really dress himself, Touya had found over the months their friendship had bloomed. It was always maximalist, but not in a way that was either fashionable or remotely stylish. It was patterns on conflicting patterns, highly saturated colours, cuts and fits which were odd and didn’t look close to normal together.

It was loud, and bright, and textured. Touya would hate it, but for some sappy, godforsaken reason, he found it endearing. It was so wonderfully, beautifully, uniquely Keigo. He never saw anyone else dressed like him, even if a couple of the guys from school had attempted to imitate him at one time. Like Keigo was popular because of that.

They’d not succeeded.

“It’s nice,” Touya began, changing the rambling subjects they’d been going through at a steady pace, “That you have so many friends on your team.”

“We’re not friends.”

A chill went through Touya, as the previously bright atmosphere dimmed with his single comment. Keigo’s assertion wasn’t just hitting the brakes on his train of thought - it was like putting a penny on the tracks and watching the whole thing derail. It was quick, and blunt, and Touya couldn’t help but feel he’d blundered into something too sharp.

“Touya… You know you’re the only friend I’ve ever had, right?” Keigo asked, his face a mix of emotions Touya couldn’t begin to decipher. Like he thought Touya had said something so unfathomably stupid, like he felt so awkward about his assertion, like he was embarrassed.

“But, you guys -”

“They don’t sit with me at lunch, we don’t text or call each other,” Keigo continued, scratching at the baby hairs at the nape of his neck, “The only thing we have in common is hockey. We’re friendly, but we aren’t really friends, y’know?”

He… couldn’t say he did. Touya will admit to his simplistic, black and white view of certain things. He thought that was really all that was needed for a friendship - a commonality and friendliness. He feels that, sometimes, the boundaries between friend, acquaintance, classmate, and whoever the hell knows what else, are intangible and hard to distinguish. He’s never really known when people cross the boundaries. He’s never known when other people consider him one or the other.

It confuses him. So, he’d never particularly bothered. Not that he had time, balancing ballet with meeting his father’s crushing expectations of him - to prove he can, not because he cares what that asshole thinks. That was, until the League of Weirdos seemed to gather around him and pull him into their craziness. Next thing he knew, he was playing DnD, and laughing so hard he nearly gave himself a coughing fit.

He should really text them when he gets home.

“I suppose I just… Kind of assumed,” Touya admitted, before Keigo’s specific wording fully clicked, “Wait, what do you mean, I���m the only friend you’ve ever had? What about middle school? Elementary?”

“Well, I was the only good player on my middle school team… Breeds a lot of resentment. My coach didn’t help with that, if I’m honest. He used to address everyone else as ‘kid that’s not Keigo’,” Keigo shrugged, as casual as could be, “In elementary… Well, who wants to be friends with the stinking, poor kid who has fleas?”

Keigo laughed, high and a bit jarring, in that way he did when he was trying to make something infinitely not funny seem it. “I mean, not nits or lice, fleas. Nits prefer clean hair, fleas couldn’t give a shit.”

It was times like this, when Keigo talked a little more about himself before his scholarship, that Touya felt like they’d grown up in different worlds.

He might’ve gotten the shit kicked out of him more than once. There might be a layer of white paint covering up the bloodstain on the living room ceiling that wouldn’t come out, no matter how much his mother scrubbed at it. He might’ve played whipping boy to his baby brother multiple times, drawing his father’s misplaced ire away and towards himself.

But he’d never gone hungry. He was always clean, and had shoes and clothes that were comfortable and fit him. His hair had never had a single matt, and he’d never had fleas. He’d never had flies lay eggs in one of his wounds, hatching to an infestation of maggots. The courts hadn’t taken away his mother and father, shoving him into a system far too overtaxed to care for him, until he fought to emancipate himself at sixteen.

Words could not describe how in awe Touya was of Keigo’s strength. Of his will to survive, and then thrive.

“No, I… I think I would’ve wanted to be,” Touya hesitantly divulged, focusing on keeping his breathing even as he indulged every thought he’d even considered telling Keigo before, “You’re too… amazing for me to not talk to, for such a bullshit reason. You make everyday worth it. You’re so fucking clever, and talking to you, about everything, is - sometimes I think it’s literally the only reason I’m still sane. You’re emotionally intelligent, too, something I could never be. I get angry and spit, you see things from… Every fucking side and take every one into account. You’re talented and steadfast and, fuck, I had a panic -”

He cut himself off, biting down on his tongue. Fuck, he can’t say that. He can’t just tell Keigo he had a panic attack. He’ll never want to blow him off again, and that’s not fair. That’s being selfish and manipulative and just like his damn dad -

“You know I love you, Touya - even if you make me angry-”

“You had a panic attack? When? Why?” Keigo filled in, Touya shaking his head as the memory of his father’s words garbled and faded away. Stay. In. The. Present. Keigo looked so worried.

“It’s not a big deal, I just…” Touya began, then stopped. He opened his mouth once, twice, three times, all without making a sound. He had to get this perfect, had to make Keigo understand that it really wasn’t a big deal, that he was overreacting, all without Keigo realising that he was too over-dramatic to put up with.

“I just always want you around me,” He summed up, simply, “I feel - wrong - when you aren’t there. Like, everything good is gone and I can’t make myself keep going. I count down until I can see you again.”

I want to claw my skin off when you’re gone.

I can’t breathe unless you’re with me.

Never leave me.

Never leave me.

Love me.

Love me.

LOVE ME, PLEASE, JUST KEEP LOOKING AT ME!

“Touya…”

Keigo stopped, and Touya did too. There was a silence, a meeting of eyes, and a welling of dread in his chest. A hand on his forearm, gently stroking up and up until it was on his cheek, thumb brushing against the bruised skin under his eyes.

If you leave me, I’ll kill myself.

Keigo kissed him.

[pleathewrites]

bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

chapter 3: your victims, they're getting stronger

(summary) | dabihawks, seroroki, todofam!reunion, dabi & aizawa shouta & all might, todoroki touya & league of villains, dabi & giran

Shouta seriously wanted to bang his head against a wall.

“Why are you calling me in? This isn’t my jurisdiction,” He’s a fucking underground hero, for Gods’ sake, not a detective.

It was finally Friday — 'fucking Friday, the last day of the working week!' — and just when he was about to head home and take a well-deserved four-hour nap, he gets a phone call from the city’s primary police headquarters.

“Our apologies, Eraserhead. The suspect-slash-witness requested to specifically speak to you. He hasn’t spoken a word since.”

“What the f — ” Shouta is so confused, “‘Suspect-slash-witness,’ What does that even mean?”

“Uh, look, you should really just come down here, sir.”

Shouta sighs, “Give me ten minutes.”

Nothing could prepare him for the sight of the notorious League of Villains Dabi sitting calmly in the metalled interrogation room — shackled hands clasped casually as an obnoxious whistling tune continuously pushed out of scarred lips — having the audacity to look bored.

Shouta hears his own neck crack when he whips his head towards the head officer who brought him here, “What, exactly, is going on here?”

The lead officer shrugs their shoulders and shakes their head, “He just… walked into the station and told our front desk that he wanted to report the alleged murder of the eldest Todoroki child. We apprehended him, but he didn’t even try to fight back. When we got him here, he just said he wouldn’t say a single word until you came — said he had information that you’d want to know.”

Shouta’s heart thuds loudly in his ears, “Murder of the eldest Todoroki child… Todoroki Fuyumi’s dead?”

But Todoroki Shouto seemed fine in class. In fact, these past two months have been the happiest Shouta’s ever seen his student be. Shouto’s smile is wider, sometimes big enough to even show teeth. He participates in class more, raising his hand so much to the extent that it’s almost become a competition between him and Yaoyorozu Momo to see who could answer Shouta’s questions the fastest. He’s become sharper during his training sessions, focused and determined in a way that finally looks like ambition, instead of a fated burden.

The officer is shaking their head before Shouta really starts to panic, “No, no — the villain, Dabi, said a different name. Our front desk told us the name of the victim was ‘Todoroki Touya’. ”

Shouta has never heard that name in his life.

He takes another look at Dabi through the interrogation glass.

‘Blue eyes, white hair, fire quirk. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.’

He turns to the officer, “Not a single word of this situation leaves this room. The Commission, press, other officers and heroes — no one knows about this until we have everything sorted.”

The officer nods, “Of course.”

Shouta takes a deep breath and mentally prepares himself for the absolute shitshow he’s now inevitably become a part of.

He walks into the interrogation room and sits down in the opposite chair from Dabi. The whistling stops.

“What is your real name, Dabi-san?”

Scarred lips turn up into a smirk and Shouta likens the expression to a lucid zombie. Raw and consciously chilling.

“You’ve figured it out, have you?” and Shouta must have let something slip from his carefully curated mask because the villain’s head falls back in a cackle, “Well, no wonder your students talk so highly of you! My own father didn’t even recognize me — practically had to shout it in his ear!”

Shouta doesn’t know what to say.

He’s always known Endeavor was a particularly gruff man and so, Shouta has tried to keep a close eye on him whenever the hero would make his presence known. However, having a secret villain son was definitely not something Shouta could say he suspected.

Shouta clears his throat, “You told the officers you have information. The kind that I, specifically, would like to hear. I’m here now.”

“Hey, now,” Dabi — ‘Do I address him as Touya? Todoroki?’ — unclasps his hands and lays one flat on the table, “Good things don’t come for free. I’ll tell you everything I know, on my terms.”

‘Ah, negotiations,’ Shouta leans back in his chair and watches the man across him closely. Dabi’s forehead seems to be untouched by scarring so his eyebrows are quite expressive, furrowing into a serious valley, all playful demeanor now lost.

“And what are your terms?”

Dabi raises a thin eyebrow and sits up straighter, blue eyes boring into Shouta with an intensity that makes his skin itch, “I want immunity,” and Shouta represses a scoff — ‘of course’ — until, “For the original League members. I don’t care what you do to me, but I want a guarantee that you will take public legal action against the murderer I name today. If you don’t accept my terms, or if something happens to me, I have people in every corner of Japan who will release everything I know. Your precious Number One Hero will fall and your society will be reduced to shambles,” Dabi slides over a piece of slightly crumpled paper to Shouta, “These people will be under the law’s protection.”

Iguchi Shūichi

Okuta Kagerō

Bubaigawara Jin

Sako Atsuhiro

Shigaraki Tomura

Toga Himiko

Shouta’s eyes widened, “That’s completely out of the question. No amount of information erases the crimes the League has done.”

Hooded and ice-like eyes look up and down Shouta’s body, slowly. The gaze looks lazy, nonchalant, maybe even on the wrong side of vulgar — but it makes Shouta feel like the roles have been completely reversed, like he is the one being watched, studied, profiled.

“Your friend, the one whose body is occupied by Kurogiri — what was his name?” Shouta’s spine stiffens, “Shirakumo Oboro?”

Shouta doesn’t answer, couldn’t answer, not with the way his throat tightens at the memory of seeing his old friend trying to pry his way out of whatever monster they’ve stuffed inside of him.

Shouta says nothing, but it’s exactly the confirmation Dabi needs.

A cadaverous smile stretches its way across the villain's face, “Don’t you want the bastard that did that to him? I’ll give him to you — lead ya straight to him ‘n turn a blind eye when you get your hands on him.”

Shouta tries his best to keep his face emotionless, but his palms ache at the indents his nails have pressed into the skin, “One arrest does not equate to the liberation of six dangerous criminals.”

“Ha! You think that’s the only information I got? Please, that was just a tease,” Dabi rolls his eyes, “Six people are not going to destroy the world. But over a hundred thousand?” Dabi tongues his cheek briefly, “They might have a shot, at least at taking over Japan.”

Shouta’s chest tightens, ‘Over a hundred thousand? Has the League really grown so large? Are there really… over a hundred thousand people who believe in the League’s cause?’

The mere idea feels ludicrous, “Immunity for a single individual is already hard enough to get approved. But for six major villains? Have you lost your mind — Bubaigawara Jin is an S-ranked criminal and Toga Himiko is an A-rank!”

Dabi snaps, “She’s fucking fifteen!”

Shouta’s eyebrows raise at the outburst, “So was the boy you kidnapped. Or did you forget that? You didn’t seem to care about him being fifteen.”

Dabi gives him a disbelieving look, “Oh, you mean the same boy you chained up to a pole and muzzled for millions of viewers to watch…?”

Shouta doesn’t have anything to say to that.

He remembers seeing that terrified look in Bakugou’s eyes when the Commission’s employees held him down and chained him up, the humiliated flush on his face, threatening tears Shouta knew had spilled the moment the boy was alone. He’d vehemently protested afterward, but it didn’t matter by then — the damage was already done, and even his colleagues begged him to drop the matter. He had felt so ashamed of himself.

Dabi speaks up again, and this time, his expression has softened — gone is the sneer, instead replaced with a neutral look, “He was also the strongest one.”

“Fifteen.”

Dabi’s slender finger points at Shouta, “Pot,” then at himself, “Kettle.”

Shouta grits his teeth, “This isn’t helping your case.”

He doesn’t need a lecture from a villain of all people, and he especially doesn’t need said villain to actually make some fair points.

“Look, All For One was after the strongest ‘n the angriest. Out of all your precious students, it was either Bakugou or Shouto. The choice was a no-brainer, and I’d do it all over again. There're only so many people I can give a shit about. ‘M not a hero,” Dabi huffs, looking away from Shouta and crossing his arms.

“No, you are not.”

There’s a moment of silence.

Dabi purses his lips and scratches at the seam of his left wrist.

Shouta speaks up again, “Bakugou told me about the conversation you two had during that time.”

“Don’t really classify that as a conversation.”

Shouta hums, “Yeah. I’d almost call it a ���lecture’.”

Dabi quiets for a moment, a thoughtful and faraway look on his face, “… What’s his home life like?”

Shouta tilts his head, furrowing his eyes in suspicion, “Why do you ask?”

Saddened blue eyes meet his own, and Dabi says with the utmost sincerity, “I recognize something in him. It’s the same thing that’s in me,” and then that look is gone with a blink and a click of the tongue, “Better check up on that.”

[ 7 months ago, August

Shouta likes to think he’s an observant teacher.

He notices the ways in which Bakugou has changed since Kamino. The boy is not as loud anymore, sticks himself to Kirishima Eijirou whenever he can, makes an effort to actually speak to his classmates instead of straight-up ignoring them, and leaves Midoriya Izuku alone, for the most part.

Shouta also notices the way he constantly tugs at the school-issued tie of his uniform loose at the knot, no longer in rebellion but as if to free himself of some kind of restraint, seeming to breathe a bit easier when his neck is left untouched.

Today, Shouta notices the way Bakugou loiters at the entrance door of his classroom, waiting for everyone to leave until it’s just the two of them alone.

“Sensei?” Bakugou fidgets with the backpack strap on his shoulder, shoulders that are practically hitched up to his ears, “Can I… fuck.”

Shouta tries to make this a bit easier for the boy, “Close the door, take a seat.”

Bakugou does, slipping into his usual seat and looking at his shoes. His vulnerable behavior strikes a chord in Shouta. He knows his students are supposed to soon be the protectors of the city, but he can’t help being reminded that they are still children. Growing, frightened, confused children whose brains haven’t even fully developed. Children who are being thrown into traumatizing situations without the proper facilities to patch their hearts back up.

Shouta clears his throat, “You’ve been… quieter, lately.”

Bakugou picks at a nail, the distraction seeming to help the young boy in loosening his tongue, “Can I ask you something?”

“Always.”

Bakugou puts his hand down, “Is it… Am I fucked-up for being, for thinking — ugh, shit. I don’t know how to say this,” Frustrated hands run through blond spikes.

“Start with the easiest thing,” Shouta says in what he hopes is a gentle enough tone to assure his student that he’s safe and heard.

The boy scowls, his hands fisting and unfisting on the desk table, “I… I’ve been re-evaluating. Coming here…” Shouta’s eyebrows furrow in confusion but he waits for Bakugou to finish, “Bein’ a hero used to mean I was strong and important and, fuckin’ — I don’t know, worth a damn. And, now, all of that, it just feels like a pile of shit.”

Shouta hums in understanding, “Seems like a lot of pressure you’ve put on yourself, placing all your worth on the title of a hero.”

Bakugou lets out a bitter chuckle, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. He’s still not looking at Shouta, and the walls this boy has around him make Shouta’s heart ache.

“Yeah, well. You’ve met my mom. I think bein’ a hero is the only thing she wants from me. After all, it’s me who wasn’t strong enough to prevent — ”

“Bakugou,” Shouta stops the sentence before the boy has a chance to finish it, his voice firm. He will not have his student blaming himself for getting kidnapped.

Bakugou finally looks up and Shouta sees the tears in his eyes.

“You cannot blame yourself for getting kidnapped.”

Bakugo’s chin starts to wobble, “But I-I was the only one. They targeted me because I reminded them of — of their own fucking selves!” Both his fists slam down the desk, and thin twin rivers stream down ruddy cheeks, “I act like a villain, people don’t think I belong here! And… and they were right.”

“No, Baku — ”

“Sensei,” Bakugou begs.

Shouta stops to listen. He tells himself to calm down and reminds himself that his student has more to say and needs someone to listen.

Bakugou takes a breath to calm himself down. He’s been doing that more often — trying to self-soothe, ground himself back to reality, mentally shoving bare toes into the roots of the earth and feel this city’s humidity on his skin, constantly trying to stay present with the company he keeps, “They were right. The way I acted, before… I didn’t realize it until now but, I have so much anger and-and fucking hate just building in me, and I thought I could just work it away, and get stronger and make myself better, but it didn’t change anything.”

The revelation makes the teacher in Shouta proud, but he’s honestly confused about how his student got to this point. Shouta has, admittedly, not had many conversations with Bakugou ever since the kidnapping, but he knows All Might has, “May I ask, then, what has changed?”

Bakugou laughs shortly, bitter and disbelieving, “Is it fucked up to say getting kidnapped changed me for the better?”

Shouta shakes his head, “Bakugou… You didn’t need to go through trauma to change for the better. Trauma doesn’t build inner strength like that. It’s a misconception taught in action films and distasteful hero-propaganda.”

“Shit, Sensei, no, I don’t mean it that way,” Bakugou pinches his nose in frustration for a moment before his carmine eyes settled back onto Shouta, “Gettin' kidnapped ‘n bein' held captive by them was fuckin’… It wasn’t that. It was what he told me.”

“He? Who?”

“That patchwork piece of shit,” Bakugou grumbles, “I thought he was tryin' to convince me to join them but it felt more… Like a warning. Kinda like one of your lectures, but he said it in a way that made me wanna shit my pants.”

Shouta leans back in his chair and hums in curiosity, “Can you tell me what he said?”

And so Bakugou did. ]

“You’re not a very good recruiter.”

“Eh, it’s just my day job.”

A loud metallic bang! resonates through the room, shocking the two men and making them whip their heads at the intrusion.

As if Shouta’s day couldn’t get any weirder, he most certainly would have never, not in his wildest dreams, expected to see Number Two Pro-Hero Hawks, frantic and panting, with none other than his student, Todoroki Shouto — ‘who should be in class’ — in tow.

Shouta mentally resigns himself to the fate of six espresso shots, already mourning the lost hope of any potential blissful naps.

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[ashboy-3]

You're Mine

Written for Dabihawks week 2023 day 2 Prompt: Arranged Marriage Fandom: Boku no hero academia Characters: Todorkoi Family, Hawks, Dabi, Endeavor Words: 1470 Summary: The Hero Commison think that Enji's popularity poll is falling too low for the number one hero, so to up his status they have arranged a marriage between him and Hawks. Like hell, Dabi is letting that bastard take his bird away!

“Hawks, do you understand what you have to do?” the woman and leader of Japan’s most powerful organization asked the number two hero as if he was still a child.

“Yes madam president I understand,” Hawks responded, clenching his teeth.

“You will be brought to the Todorkoi residence tomorrow night. Be dressed and ready. If this dinner does not go well you will be punished accordingly,” the glare in her eyes was a silent promise.

“Yes, madam president,” Hawks responded again, never changing his tone, just clenching the file within his hands that explained his latest mission.

“Then you are dismissed,” she waved her hand, giving him the full cue to leave. 

The flight back to his apartment was quick, as was the side trip he made to the liquor store, making sure he had enough to make the commission disappointed in him.

Throwing the file on his counter he bought his bags over to his coffee table, putting on something boring on the tv, not bothering to pay attention as he chugged the first drink, tossing it aside to grab the next one. He saw his phone vibrating on the table, but he honestly didn’t care, finishing the second drink and grabbing the third.

By the time he had finished the last drink in his first six-pack there was a knocking on his window, thinking it was his drunk imagination, he decided to leave it, only to hear the knocking again, this time accompanied by a voice.

“Damn it Hawks! Let me in! It’s fucking freezing out here!” Dabi’s voice rang throughout his ears.

Seeing the blue fire user with his blurry vision he got out from the couch, falling instantly when his mind made him see doubles, but he had to let Dabi in or risk replacing his windows. Stumbling to the doors, he opened the door, falling into Dabi’s arms.

“Drinking alone hero?” Dabi asked, a smirk on his face.

“Last day of freedom. Wanted to enjoy it,” Hawks told him, getting out of the fire user's arms to trip back over to the couch.

“Well, you smell like a bar. Have you eaten anything?” he asked, holding up the bag in his hands.

“Don’t want to,” Hawks shrugged, using a talon to open the next bottle.

“I’ll make you something, but you have to eat it,” Dabi ordered him as he walked over to the kitchen, noting the file with the official hero commission symbol on it.

“Birdie what’s this?” Dabi asked, opening the file fully to read it, instead of the worrying glances he was getting.

“My new cell,” Hawks answered, finishing the drink, and opening the next one. Dabi was going to have to stop him soon.

Hawks's official mission. The number one Hero Endeavor has been losing popularity in polls recently. Society can not officially deal with the loss of another top hero. To fix this delicate situation you are to have dinner at the Todorki’s residence where Endeavor will propose. You will say yes and move in, making the two of you an official couple. Listen to everything he says.

Dabi wasn't able to read the rest as the file burned in his hands. It was all starting to make sense to him. The damn commission arranged a marriage between his bird and his father. That is not fucking happening.

Quickly finishing the food he walked over to Hawks. Taking the drink out of his hand and replacing it with food.

“Hey!” 

“Eat,” was Dabi’s response as he grabbed the rest of the alcohol, replacing it with water as he picked up the empty bottles.

“Don’t wanna,” Hawks shook his head, tears in his eyes.

“I know why you don’t want to and that’s okay. Everything will be fine. I’m not letting that bastard have any hold of you,” Dabi promised.

“How can you promise that?” Hawks asked, tears in his eyes, tears Dabi was amazed the hero was actually showing him. No acts, no playing for either side, no lies, just pure tears of sadness and loss of hope.

“You’re mine birdie and no one else can have you,” Dabi promised, the plan forming in his head. After making sure he finished his food and drank at least two glasses of water Dabi laid him down in bed, setting some Tylenol on the side for him.

The next day Hawks woke up with a killer hangover and a feeling of dread in his stomach. Going through the motions it was time for his car to arrive, dressing nice like the commission asked he walked downstairs and saw the car door already opened for him.

“Don’t look so down Hawksie!” a familiar voice said, making Hawks do a double take and look at the two in the car. The first looked like a normal driver, but there was a second in the driver seat, covered head to toe, but he could see the scars poking out from underneath the mask.

“What are you two doing!” Hawks panicked.

“I promised I wouldn’t let him, have you. The commission may be able to order you to do a lot of things but they cannot force you to marry someone, especially a man who is already married,” Dabi glared in the mirror.

“Dabi promised me we were going to cause some mischief! I just have to wait till he tells me I can push the button!” Toga cheered getting in the car, and the two drove to the Todorkokir residence.

“Ready crazy?” Dabi asked, changing his clothes into something more professional, that doesn’t hide his face very well.

“Absolutely!” Toga gave the two a thumbs up as Dabi got out of the car, opening the door for Hawks.

“What if someone sees you!?” Hawks panicked, looking around.

“That’s kinda the idea,” Dabi laughed, helping the hero get out of the car before walking up the house, not ringing the doorbell before dragging Hawks inside, looking back towards Toga to make sure she pushed the button.

It didn’t take five minutes before the two youngest Todorkoi were yelling for their father, a panicked Fuyummi trying to calm everyone down and a confused Hawks wondering how Dabi knows his way around the man’s house so damn well.

Walking into the room where everyone was attention was finally brought to Hawks and Dabi.

“What is he doing here?” Shoto accused pointing a finger at the villain.

“Well heard dad was getting married, had to come to see the news for myself,” Dabi smirked as Hawks looked between the family and Dabi.

“Dad?”Hawks asked, ignoring the confused faces around him, there was enough confusion in his head from just him.

“You die one time and everyone thinks you’re dead for good!” Dabi grumbled, getting a cigarette out, and rolling his eyes.

“Touya!?” Fuyumi asked shocked.

“Who else would it fucking be? The tooth fairy? Damn to think Crusty figured it out before any of you is just pathetic,” Dabi lit the cigarette.

“But it’s not possible,” Endeavor looked towards him.

“Oh yeah, it is. Completely ruined my plans to kill you, but it was worth it because I caught on to the fact that you’re trying to steal my bird. It’s fine I killed your reputation instead. About right now Toga just sent a copy of the official report to every news source about the Hero Commission forcing the public’s favorite number two hero into an unwanted marriage with the number one. Not only that but files on everything you’ve ever done to this family. Now Let me make one thing and one thing clear. Hawks is mine and you do not get to look, touch, or talk to him ever again,” Dabi glared at the man.

“You’re still going to kill him right?” Natsuo asked, a dead look on his face making Fuyumi glare at him and her youngest brother look up to Dabi with hope in his eyes.

“Not yet. Let’s let him face some consequences first,” Dabi smiled, hugging the two younger brothers before finally looking at Hawks.

“You good birdie?” the fire user asked.

“You- You’re a Todoroki?” Hawks asked.

“Yep is that a problem?” Dabi asked.

“No. I just love you so much more than I thought!” Hawks said, jumping into the villain’s arms.

“Ready to go home?” Dabi asked.

“Yeah I’m ready,” Hawks smiled as the two walked out the door to get back to Toga, but not before Dabi gave his siblings his contact info. Escaping just in time for the police to come knocking on the door.

“Thank you,” Hawks said one more time, crying once they got back to his apartment.

“Like I said you’re mine. No one takes what’s mine,” Dabi promised as he kissed the bird, the two quickly moving to the bedroom for an exciting night.

[lunabunry]

DabiHawks Child Week 2020

Baby / Family

Quirk

Dating / High school

Vigilante 

Hurt

[beeethle]

So here's my DabiHawks lovechild to ignore the fact that my ship sinks further every chapter 🙂

Note: I had to make him look like a delinquent bc he is two assholes in one? 😂 And yes, i indulged myself with his hero costume plus he has heterochromia bc why not? 😂

[bluefuckboy]

Pencils and Pining

Day 1 Prompt of sfw DabiHawks Week: college au. Also up on ao3

WC: 4574

CW: none. Mentions of sex talk.

A/N: this is fluffy I don’t know where it came from. Unedited cos I ain’t got that kinda time

Keigo Takami had always gotten what he wanted. It was effortless. His natural charm and refusal to ever back down from a challenge meant there was little he couldn’t do. He’d gotten into a prestigious school full ride on just a sports scholarship, and he wasn’t even all that good. Sure he could get the ball from point A to point B. But it wasn’t like he was some sort of rugby god. He knew it was thanks to his personality that he got in.

He was the perfect poster child for the college’s team, The Raptors. Their mascot was a bird of prey that could have been a hawk or possibly an eagle. No one really knew, which is why they generalized it into Raptor. Their school colors were red and gold, which complimented Keigo’s flaxen hair perfectly.

There was little that didn’t compliment him to be honest. The royal red jersey made his aureate eyes pop as he gave winks to fans during matches. His scrum shorts hugged his ass just right. His cleats were even custom made. Gold aside from the trimming, laces and studs. He strutted around the field like a bird of paradise.

Girls had been falling at his feet since first of semester and half the guys on the team had asked him for advice on how to get girls to like them. He liked being the center of attention and was more than happy to give pointers on how to be suave and charismatic. But at the end of the day, no one measured up to his innate charm and carefree personality.

He knew he was the whole package, and yet, one student was never impressed by him. Touya Todoroki, a senior art student who spent most of his time holed up in the art building. Keigo had no reason to be by that part of the campus aside from it being a shortcut to the rugby pitch, which is how he met Touya. Or rather nearly took him out by crashing into him.

He’d been late for practice and decided to sprint from his dorm to get his heart rate up and make up time, two birds with one stone as they say. Practice was after classes but before dinner, so most students studied or got in another nap during that time. That assumption was what landed Keigo on his ass after smacking into the lanky art major.

He’d ran square into the chest of Touya, knocking the wind out of him as Keigo was knocked to the ground.

“Shit! My bad!”

Keigo was on his feet again in the bat of an eye, hovering by Touya, who was doubled over wheezing as he tried to regain his breath. Keigo never paid attention to students that didn’t want his attention, so it was the first time he’d seen this art major, or rather the top of his head as he inhaled raggedly.

He was dressed in mostly black aside from an old and slightly oversized sweatshirt which was zipped halfway over a band tshirt from which Keigo could see the letters ”ED ZEP” in red. Touya’s charcoal jeans were torn at the knees, cuffed at the bottoms to sit above the all black Chuck Taylors he wore.

As he stood up Keigo could see his face, which was set in a scowl. If he weren’t looking at Keigo so murderously, Touya would probably be handsome, if not a little rough around the edges. His hair was an ashen white, sweeping in front of intense turquoise eyes narrowed at Keigo. He had enough piercings to set off a metal detector. Most were on his ears aside from a triple nose stud in his right nostril, snake bites and a bridge piercing which Keigo couldn’t decide if it looked painful or not.

A pair of black painted fingernails snapped in front of Keigo’s face. “Hey birdbrain! The fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Keigo blinked. “Uh. Going to practice?”

“And trying to kill people in the process?”

“No. Sorry I just didn’t see you there man.”

Keigo put on one of his signature smiles, getting a scowl from Touya in return. Keigo put his hands up in a placating gesture.

“Really it was an accident.”

Touya stooped down between them, picking up a pencil that was snapped in half. He held it in front of Keigo’s face.

“You owe me a new pencil.”

Keigo pushed the pencil out of the way with a finger. “Oh come on. It’s just a pencil bro.”

“I’m not your bro and I don’t care.” Touya pressed the broken pencil against Keigo’s chest. “Don’t you dare get me one of those soft tips. 3B or higher, got it?”

Keigo nodded despite having no clue what 3B meant. Touya pressed the pencil harder against Keigo, who brought a hand up to catch it when Touya’s long fingers drew back. The art student gave Keigo another murderous scowl before trudging off towards the dorms, leaving Keigo with a broken pencil and a blush on his cheeks.

Touya was his type and then some. An artsy “bad boy” with blue eyes and gorgeous hands. It was like one of his fantasies had come to life. Except Touya had made it very clear he loathed Keigo. Keigo didn’t blame him as he had knocked the air out of him pretty bad. But all the fuss over a broken pencil? It seemed a tad excessive.

Keigo held onto the pencil, tucking it in his drawstring bag and forgetting about it until he tossed the bag onto his bed later that night. Practice had been a doozie and he was sore as fuck. He flopped down on his bed, pulling the pencil out and turning it over in his fingers.

The tip of the pencil was rounded and worn down, the eraser merely a nub. It was clear it was a well used tool. Keigo’s fingers brushed over teeth marks on the end of the pencil. Of course Touya chewed on his pencils, how could he not. He probably let them hang out the side of his mouth absentmindedly.

Keigo shook his head as his mind began to wander. He hadn’t anticipated being hit in the face with well, a crush? And especially literally. His ass was still sore from hitting the pavement.

He sighed and let the pencil drop to his chest. At least his assignment to replace the pencil meant Touya would have to see him again. But first he needed to figure out what the fuck 3B meant.

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It didn’t take Keigo long to find another pencil. The campus bookstore sold them by the pack so he just grabbed the one that had 3B on it. He tapped the pack against his chin in thought as he made his way to the art building. A couple of freshmen in the lobby gave him odd looks. He supposed he didn’t look like an art student.

He was wearing his varsity jacket and his favorite pair of jeans, which were crisp and a deep denim. He pushed his aviator sunglasses up over his messy golden locks.

“You guys know… uh.”Shit. He had no idea what the guy’s name was. He cleared his throat, “I’m looking for a guy, bout this tall, white hair, blue eyes, looks like he’s trying to bring punk back from the dead?”

One of the freshmen rolled their eyes. “Todoroki. He’s probably on the top floor.”

Keigo thanked the freshman and made his way to the stairwell. His sneakers squeaked on the tile as he rounded the stairs, jogging his way up to the top floor. He pushed the door open, poking his head out into the hall.

It was quiet. He let the door shut, regretting it as it slammed loudly. No one came to chastise him so he made his way down the hall. He peered into the rooms as he passed. They were empty, probably for the best as he knew it would be odd to see someone with their nose pressed up to the glass window in the door.

When he reached the last door he noticed it was open a crack. He slipped inside, taking care to shove the doorstop back in place so the heavy door didn’t shut. The room was full of easels, some with canvases and some without. Keigo peered at the canvases as he made his way further into the classroom.

The canvases that were there each depicted the classic bowl of fruit he’d seen in so many artsy movies. Each piece was a different style. Some were messy, others crisp and clean. One was merely colors where each fruit should be. An easel on the far side caught his eye.

The piece sitting on it was black and white, like an old photograph. Eerily like a photograph. The lines and shading were so precise it looked like someone had just taken a picture and placed it on the canvas. Keigo stepped closer, peering at the differences in shading.

There was an area that was very dark. It looked almost raised due to the amount of layers that made up the shading. Ever curious and obvious Keigo put a hand out, tracing it with his finger and regretting it imminently. The charcoal smudged messily as he heard a voice behind him suddenly.

“Wow you are good at fucking things up.”

Keigo spun around. Touya was standing a few feet from him. He was dressed in the same outfit aside from a fresh tshirt. Keigo put his hands up as though he’d been caught, which technically he had.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t think it was gonna smudge like that.”

Touya sighed. He made his way over to the canvas, producing what looked like gray play dough from his pocket. He took the object and rolled it between his palms a bit, forming it into more of a oval. He put it against he canvas, using it like an eraser to get rid of the smudge Keigo had made.

Keigo’s eyes boggled and he pointed excitedly to the gray lump as Touya pulled it back, “What is that thing?”

Touya raised an eyebrow, but let Keigo inspect the blob and he answered, “It’s a kneaded eraser. Makes it easier to fix mistakes.”

He emphasized ‘mistakes’ and Keigo knew it was a jab at him. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Oh. Right. Uh..” He remembered the pencils. “Check it out! I got you backup ones even.”

Keigo presented the pencils to Touya like they were the greatest gift in the world. Touya took the packet from his hand, inspecting it before handing it back with a tsk of his tongue. Keigo’s excitement vanished and he gave Touya a confused look.

“Those are a shitty brand,” Touya said dismissively.

Keigo put his hands in the air. “A shitty- what? How am I supposed to know who makes good pencils?”

Touya shrugged, and put a hand in one of the deep pockets of his jeans. He fished out his phone, ignoring Keigo as he pulled the bulky headphones round his neck over his head. Keigo stared at him dumbfounded for a moment as Touya started to walk away. Touya made it halfway to the door before Keigo was in front of him again, his arms out as though he were somehow capable of blocking his path.

Touya didn’t take his headphones off as he asked, “Did you need something else? I got another class to get to.”

Keigo bristled with indignation. “What the hell dude? You’re just gonna blow me off like that?”

“Yeah. Bye.”

Touya pushed past him, leaving Keigo gaping like a fish. He’d never been so annoyed and intrigued at the same time. Touya was an enigma and Keigo desperately wanted to know more about it. But it would have to wait till after practice, and maybe some research on what the best brands of pencils were.

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Keigo’s next encounter with Touya was much sooner than he expected. It was only a half hour later, on the rugby field where he noticed none other than Touya sitting in the bleachers. He was sprawled out, one leg resting on the bench in front of him while his arms draped over the one behind him. Despite it being hot as hell, he was still in that blue hoodie.

Touya caught Keigo’s eye as the latter trotted onto the field for practice. He gave a wry smile followed by flipping him the bird. Keigo’s fists clenched angrily. Touya was taunting him now, clearly already aware of how to push his buttons. It was working a bit too well.

Touya’s presence on the bleachers turned out to be a huge distraction for Keigo. What made things worse was that Touya was now ignoring him. He was scrolling his phone, paying zero attention to the practice or to Keigo who kept glancing over to him.

Keigo missed a couple passes, then a few goals, and finally the massive senior in his peripheral. The guy slammed into him like a brick wall, knocking him face first into the turf as the ball rolled from his arms into the hands of the other team.

As he painfully propped himself up, spitting dirt from his mouth, he noticed Touya had finally looked his way. Just in time to see him eat shit and cause his team to lose the practice. Keigo’s cheeks were red from more than just skidding against the pitch as he limped off field.

He wasn’t seriously injured, aside from his pride. His teammates were pissed at him, rightfully so. But he didn’t want them to know the real reason for his distractedness. A hot guy wasn’t an accepted excuse for throwing a game. In the end he faked a headache, excusing himself with numerous apologies.

Keigo skipped dinner at the cafeteria. He didn’t want to have to answer why he was limping and why his face looked like someone had scrubbed it with the rough side of a sponge. His cheeks were ruddy and stung a bit from the astroturf, so he decided to swing by the campus nurse to get some salve.

His stomach growled as he walked out of the office, prompting him to make a beeline for the campus café. It had coffee, snacks to grab, and quick meals for students who had to skip the cafeteria in favor of studying. Keigo rarely went to the café, preferring to visit with his entourage of buddies in the cafeteria at mealtimes.

He tucked his hands into his varsity jacket as he sauntered into the café. There was one other student aside from the barista behind the counter next to the coffee machine. Keigo gave a nod to the student waiting for food as he made his way to the register.

He leaned an arm on the counter, turning on his charm as he asked, “So what’s good here, huh?”

The smile faded from his face as the student turned around. It was Touya, who gave Keigo a small smirk.

“Oh look who it is.” Touya’s tone was mocking as he crossed his arms and leaned on the counter with a hip, “That was some fall, champ.”

He popped the ‘p’ and gave Keigo a shit eating grin. Keigo’s face went redder. He tried to keep his cool, crossing his arms and tilting his chin up aloofly.’

“And who’s fault was that?” he chided.

Touya let out a chuckle. “I take full credit. It was spectacular, and red’s a good color on you.”

Touya gave him a wink as Keigo flushed all the way down to his neck. Of course Touya was also a barista. As if he wasn’t hot enough already. Keigo was losing a game he didn’t know he was playing. Touya had the upper hand and seemed to be a step ahead. It wouldn’t surprise Keigo if he had swapped places with the actual barista just to mess with Keigo further.

Touya leaned forward, his long fingers tapping on the countertop, black painted nails clicking.

“I would say I feel bad, but I don’t. What do they say? An eye for an eye? Guess we can say a pencil for a wipeout, hmm? Lucky you didn’t break your face though. That would have been a real shame.”

Keigo rolled his eyes. “Great. Now we’re even.”

“Not quite,” Touya quipped.

“Ugh. Don’t tell me I have to buy you more pencils.”

Touya waved his hand. “Nah. Just buy me dinner instead.”

“Dinner?”

“Wow you really don’t have anything going on in that pretty head of yours, do you?”

Keigo stood there stupidly until Touya sighed heavily. “I’m asking you out, birdbrain.”

Keigo’s eyes went wide. “Huh?? Really? Wait I thought you didn’t like me?”

“I don’t. But that doesn’t mean you can’t try to change my mind.”

He grinned and Keigo felt a flutter in his stomach. He quickly put his golden boy façade back on, leaning on the counter.

“Joke’s on you. Everyone likes me, eventually?” He gave Touya a smile and put a hand out for him to shake. “Keigo.”

The pads of Touya’s fingers were rough as they brushed against the back of Keigo’s hand. His grip was firm.

“Touya.”

They shook hands like they were making some sort of business transaction. Touya’s pointer finger brushed against the inside of Keigo’s wrist as he let go. Whether intentional or not, it made Keigo’s heart beat faster. He was going to win over Touya one way or another. Even if it meant he had to eat shit on the pitch again.

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Wooing Touya was much more difficult than Keigo anticipated. The other student was hard to read and rarely laughed at Keigo’s quick witted jokes. He’d just raise an eyebrow or let out a dismissive snort which Keigo took as a laugh.

As far as conversation went, Touya never started any. They’d sat in silence for a good half hour the first time they went on a “date.” It was a little coffee shop down the street from the campus. Keigo insisted on paying for the drinks, practically preening as he brought Touya’s coffee over.

When Keigo had finally broken the awkward silence they fell into a conversation with no real direction. Keigo asked the typical questions to which Touya would give one worded replies.

Siblings? Three. Favorite food? Hot soba. Favorite drink? Black coffee. Alcohol preference? Whiskey. Favorite season? None. Favorite sex position? Next.

Keigo was a little disappointed Touya hadn’t answered his last question. But he rambled off his own answers for the questions. No siblings. Fried chicken. Condensed coffee. Beer. Spring. And reverse cowgirl.

Touya had rolled his eyes, but then surprised Keigo with the question, “So bottom then?”

Keigo had choked on his iced coffee a bit, coughing before finally saying, “Uh. Yeah. Usually.”

Touya had nodded and then leaned forward with a vulpine grin to say, “Sounds like we’re a good match. Oh, and it’s doggy style.”

Keigo had spent the rest of the outing trying to fend off seriously dirty thoughts. A good match? Doggy style? Touya just kept getting sexier, and Keigo kept getting klutzier. In his defense, Touya was very distracting. He had a couple habits Keigo had noticed during their dates that always caught Keigo’s attention.

Touya never sat fully still. He was always tapping his foot or fingers, seemingly restless all the time. Even standing he would shift his wight back and forth from one foot to the other. It was endearing for some reason. Touya’s habit of running his tongue along his bottom lip however, was not at all endearing.

Keigo would have to stop himself from staring when the tip of Touya’s tongue would start to poke out of his mouth. It happened when he was deeply focused on something, like his art. He’d let Keigo chill with him a few times while he completed assignments in the top floor of the art building. When Touya got really into a piece, his tongue would occasionally poke out the corner of his mouth, swiping along his lip as he’d walk back to get a better view of things. It seemed like it was subconscious, but it drove Keigo crazy.

Though Touya in general drove Keigo crazy. He found himself wanting to spend more and more time with Touya, even ditching practice a few times to go sit in the quiet art room and watch him work. There was something extremely calming about how Touya sketched. He was very detail oriented and used a ridiculous amount of different pencils to create pieces that Keigo could stare at for hours.

While Touya’s drawings were already beautiful to Keigo, Touya would always tell him these were just practice. Keigo didn’t understand what he meant and kept asking Touya what the finished product could possibly be since he felt the sketches were too good to be merely practice. Touya always told him he’d show him at some point, but Keigo got the feeling he wasn’t quite at that point in their friendship, relationship?

They’d been on established dates and were gradually spending more and more time together but had yet to define what they were. There was definitely flirting, especially on Keigo’s end. Touya would respond though, usually with an eye roll and a bump of his shoulder agains’t Keigo’s or by pulling Keigo’s baseball cap down over his eyes playfully. It was a nice dynamic and part of Keigo was nervous to try and make it something more.

He finally decided to shoot his shot one evening while they hung out in the art building after dinner, almost a usual routine at this point for Tuesday nights. Touya was working on a mid semester assignment that was a big portion of his grade, so Keigo had taken on the role of cheerleader and sustenance runner. It was coffee he was currently trying not to spill as he sprinted lightly up the stairs to the top floor.

He handed Touya his coffee as he took his usual seat near Touya’s feet as he worked. Touya was already immersed in the project as evidenced by the tip of his tongue poking out the right corner of his mouth. Keigo glanced up at the canvas, watching Touya add more charcoal to the depiction of a flame which covered the canvas.

It was a study in values, meaning the light and dark of the piece was the focus from what Keigo had gathered. There were no lines anywhere, just meticulous shading that somehow made a black and white representation of flames licking at the canvas. It was impressive and seeing the process from concept to final product was fascinating.

Touya downed his coffee in nearly one sip, holding the empty cup out for Keigo to take and toss into the trash can by the door. He gave himself a self five as the paper cup banked off the wall into the bin. He’d learned it was best if he was quiet while Touya worked. Distractions tended to throw him off and make him have to get into the right headspace all over again.

Nearly another hour passed and then finally Touya clapped his hands together, shaking off some of the charcoal on them, a telltale sign he was done. As some point Keigo had taken to leaning against Touya’s chair form his spot on the floor. It put his head level with Touya’s waist and in the perfect spot for Touya to drop his arm down and rest his hand atop Keigo’s head.

Keigo perked up at the touch. Touya had used him as an armrest a few times before, but it was the first time those long fingers were touching Keigo’s scalp. His heart nearly burst out of him as Touya’s fingers worked their way into Keigo’s messy locks. It wasn’t exactly a head massage, but it was intimate in a way Touya hadn’t touched him before.

Touya twirled a strand of Keigo’s hair between his fingers as he said, “Guess this is a good as it’s gonna get.”

Keigo tilted his head up slowly to look at the canvas, trying not to move Touya’s hand out of his hair. The piece was gorgeous. A white hot flame that looked as though it would burn if you were to touch it.

“You’re full of shit,” Keigo retorted, “This is amazing.”

Touya chuckled. His fingers slipped lower, lightly caressing the back of Keigo’s neck for a moment. It sent chills down Keigo’s spine and he decided it was now or never. He reluctantly stood up, causing Touya’s hand to leave the top of his head. Touya looked up at him, ever so slightly shorter from being perched on the chair.

“Hey, uh,” Keigo felt anxiety blooming in his chest, but he pressed on, “Now that your project’s done would you want to, uh. I mean we’ve been kinda skirting around, uh, you know, and I, uh…”

The words died in his throat as Touya laughed suddenly. It was a heavenly sound, an actual laugh that echoed through the small art studio. It was the first full laugh Keigo had ever gotten out of Touya. While he wanted to fist pump in triumph, the laugh had been at his attempt to have a romantic relationship with Touya.

His cheeks burned and he stuttered, “What’s so funny?”

Touya wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and stood up. Keigo crossed his arms moodily, waiting for an answer and purposefully not looking at Touya. Touya sighed and his fingers carded through Keigo’s hair again, coming to rest his hand at the back of Keigo’s neck. His other hand moved to cup Keigo’s face, moving it so

Touya could look at him properly.

Touya’s eyes were soft as he said, “You really are a birdbrain, Kei.”

Keigo’s stomach clenched. Touya had called him a nickname. He could feel his cheeks getting hot but then Touya’s lips were against his and it felt like time was standing still.

Touya’s lips were soft and warm. Keigo wanted to melt into the floor as Touya swiped his thumb over his cheek as he kissed him. There were little fireworks going off in Keigo’s mind, making it hard for him to reciprocate. Touya separated their lips for a moment and Keigo quickly grabbed Touya’s hoodie, yanking him back into a near bruising kiss.

They were both breathing a little harder when they finally separated. Keigo’s hair was messier than usual and there was the hint of a blush on Touya’s cheeks. Keigo felt drunk, floating on a cloud as he stayed pressed against Touya.

When they parted a bit another small laugh came from Touya. “Shit. I got charcoal on your face.”

“Huh?”

Keigo reached up to his cheek, pulling his fingers back to see gray smeared over them. He snorted, but didn’t make a move to wipe the smudge away.

“Maybe I should be your next art project…” he teased, smiling with his tongue between his teeth.

Touya smirked and tucked a strand of hair behind Keigo’s ear and Keigo continued, “You’re gonna draw me like one of your French girls, right?”

Touya laughed again, a sound that was quickly becoming Keigo’s favorite.

“Maybe,” Touya mused before picking up a charcoal pencil that was almost a nub, “But first you gotta buy me a new pencil.”

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Light As A Feather

Summary: After secretly dating for half a year, Toya is finally ready to give all of himself to his more experienced Pro Hero partner. (Another oneshot in my Civilian Social Worker Toya X Pro Hero Hawks AU timeline)

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Non-Spicy Tags: smut, DabiHawks, Civilian Social Worker Toya X Pro Hero Hawks, swearing, making out, fluff, secret relationship, hella intimacy

Word Count: 3,671 words

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Spicy tags: k!nkt0ber fic, virgin Dabi, loss of virginity/first time, a n a l s3x, gay s3x, a n a l f!ngering, bottom sub Dabi, soft dom top Hawks, praise k!nk, aftercare, explicit consent, service top Keigo/pillow princess Toya, n!pple play, feathers & featherplay

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Five hundred and eighty days. That’s how long Toya Todoroki had been friends with Keigo Takami. The last two hundred and something of those days, they’d been dating in secret. Finally, Toya’s ready. 

Keigo has been overwhelmingly patient, respecting even the most strict of Toya’s boundaries. Keigo had plenty of experience…Toya had next to none…primarily because he refused to allow himself to be vulnerable…but also because he tended to push away any sort of romantic relationship in the past. Keigo was different. Their connection was just…different. Toya couldn’t articulate it properly any other way. He was just simply different. There was no pressure. No unnecessary dramatics. No guilting. Keigo was willing to go at whatever pace Toya felt most comfortable. They didn’t go past making out until three months in, and it was still a lot to get used to. No one had ever touched him in this way before. No one had ever seen Toya in an intimate light before. No one had ever made him feel so fucking alive. 

He’d be lying to himself if he said it all came so easy. With his parents’ rocky relationship, Toya never had any real role models in the romance department…or even intimacy and love at the bare minimum. Keigo practically introduced him to another world. A world that Toya thought he’d never be a part of…that he didn’t deserve to be a part of. Before Kei, his life was his work… a social worker at the Musutafu Child Safety Services Agency, getting kids out of situations that they should never find themselves in. Since he couldn’t be a hero, this was the option that made the most sense. Funny enough, now he’s dating the Number Two Pro Hero of Japan…albeit in secret. His whole family, other than his sister, was still unaware that he had a partner; he shivered at how his Dad would react. Thus, Hawks only ever snuck over to Toya’s apartment, managing to outwit the press and the paparazzi. But…for tonight…Hawks invited Toya over to his place. After spending months exploring one another’s bodies, Toya told Hawks he was ready to have sex. Not blowing each other. Not jacking each other off. Sex sex. Or, at least, that’s how he embarrassingly phrased it over the phone to Toya’s own chagrin. Hawks never seemed to acknowledge his awkward way of explaining things. He just simply smiled and nodded without a care in the world. 

Part of Toya wonders if this whole thing is a fluke. Some stunt with Endeavor’s eldest rebel who takes Quirk meds so he doesn’t turn himself to ashes in some PR turn. But…if that were true…he wouldn’t have kept Toya’s promise to keep their relationship out of the public eye. It’s been long enough. Toya’s doubtless…and hopelessly down bad. He’d sell his soul for the Pro if he asked at this point…though he knows he’d never put him in that position. They were planning on going public soon. After all, Toya was introducing him to his parents in a week. 

Toya stands in front of his steamy bathroom mirror with a towel wrapped around his waist and a toothbrush in his mouth, water still dripping from his hair. He’s so nervous that he can’t even tell anymore if he’s shaking or not. The phone call that started all this had been relatively short. It took Toya all week to finally decide he was ready; he’d been on the edge about it, sleeping on it, talking to himself in the mirror to psych himself up for the conversation…and, of course, Keigo brought up a point that he honestly hadn’t considered. 

…

Earlier.

“So…uh…I hate to phrase it like this, T…but… how do you wanna do it?”

“What do you mean?”

Awkward silence. 

“Kei? You still there?”

“Who is fucking who?” Keigo blurts, and Toya blushes beet red. 

“Uh-I-I don’t care really,” He stutters, running all his words together, and he can practically feel Keigo’s eyes narrowing in his tone. 

“T…this is your first time. Don’t bullshit me,” Keigo says flatly before sighing, “I just want to make you as comfortable as possible. Personally, I don’t have a preference.”

‘Does that mean he’s done both?’ Toya’s mind wanders for a bit before he vigorously shakes his head. He has a bad habit of comparing himself to Keigo’s past lovers…even though, truthfully, he has no idea who they were. 

“We still don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. Please, don’t feel pressured, babe. You can always change your mind,” Keigo reassures through the phone. Toya takes a deep breath. 

“Could…could I bottom?”

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The flight to Kyushu by plane was about two hours, but Hawks had apparently pulled some strings, so much so that Toya had a fucking limo pick him up. Toya’s heart is practically beating out of his chest. He’d worn his nicest black button-up that he could find with slacks and the shoes he normally wore to the office, but something in his mind was still nagging. What if he did something wrong? What if Keigo suddenly changed his mind? He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, trying to divert his attention from his anxious thoughts. It’s just sex. It shouldn’t be so complicated. Right? 

The car slows to a stop, and Toya’s heart skips a beat. He thanks the driver as he steps out, and, suddenly, he’s face-to-face with Hawks’ impressive Hero Agency. He looks around, his mouth suddenly dry, but little to no one seems to be out this late. Granted, it’s eight o’clock in the evening on a Sunday. Part of him was worried Hawks’ fans would be swarming the front, but there’s only a few people going about their business up and down the sidewalks. Toya runs a hand through his snow-white hair as he steps forward and walks in the front door. 

Instantly, the lobby atmosphere changes on a dime. It’s flocking with sidekicks and interns shuffling papers and going over schedules, but, when Toya walks in, the door closing behind him, all eyes are suddenly turned in his direction. Toya blinks, internally panicking. 

“Endeavor’s son is the reason for the NDA?” One of the sidekicks whispers within earshot, and a chill runs down Toya’s spine. 

‘He had his sidekicks sign an NDA?’

The white-haired man gulps as he walks toward the golden elevator that Kei told him to use, feeling extremely uncomfortable under the starry-eyed stares. He steps into the elevator with legs that feel like jelly before he presses the button for the top floor. The doors close, and faint Taylor Swift plays over the speakers, putting Toya at ease as he shakes his head and laughs to himself. 

Ding!

Toya straightens up as the elevator comes to a stop, and the doors open, revealing a small hallway with a simple blue door at the end. 

“Okay…okay…I can do this,” Toya mutters under his breath as he strides toward the door. He inhales sharply before raising his fist to knock. Before he can make contact, the door swings open. 

“ There’s my handsome boyfriend,” Keigo sings sweetly, cupping Toya’s cheek with his hand and wrapping the other around his waist. Before Toya can blink, Keigo’s sweet lips are pressing against his, and he melts into the familiar embrace. The kiss is innocent but deep and full of passion. It ends almost as quickly as it began. Keigo pulls back, looking his boyfriend up and down with a soft, genuine smile. 

“You look nice,” He beams, gesturing to Toya’s outfit. Toya takes in the scene before him. Keigo isn’t dressed up like he is…not by a longshot. He’s wearing gray sweatpants that leave little to the imagination and a black compression T-shirt that shows off every rippling curve of his muscles… so many muscles. 

Toya tries to tear his eyes away from his lover’s bulging biceps as he puts his hands on his hips, subtly flexing them, but his attention is brought elsewhere when the scent of cinnamon and roses reaches his nose. Keigo steps to the side, moving his broad crimson wings out of the way and folding them inward. A soft gasp leaves Toya’s lips. His penthouse is incredible. There’s a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling above a glass table with a red velvet couch. The floors are marble, and the walls are painted a very pale sky blue. Several small caramel-colored candles sit on the table, tiny wisps of flame burning brightly and making the sweet scents sift throughout the room. The lights are dimmed, shrouding the darkened penthouse in a soft amber hue mixing with the flamelight. Toya’s heart stutters in his chest when he sees the trail of rose petals behind Keigo, leading down the hallway…most certainly to the Pro Hero’s bedroom. 

“Shall we?” Keigo smirks slyly, flashing his brilliant white teeth as he holds his arm out for Toya. Sweat beads on the back of Toya’s neck as he tentatively clutches Keigo’s arm, kicking his shoes off at the door, and the Pro leads him down the hallway. 

“So…what…how is this gonna go?” Toya stumbles over his words, his heart pounding so hard against his ribcage that he’s worried it might fracture. Keigo grins, his golden eyes sparkling in the dimmed light as they stop in front of his closed bedroom door. 

“However you want it to. I figured we’d just snuggle up and watch that pirate show you won’t stop talking about,” Keigo offers calmly, giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek. 

“ Our Flag Means Death ? That’s all you wanna do? Watch that?” Toya mutters absentmindedly, staring blankly at his partner. Keigo shrugs as he puts his hand on the doorknob, and Toya blurts:

“Aren’t we fucking tonight?”

Keigo pauses. “Let’s just see where things go. I’ll let you tell me what you’re ready for when you’re ready for it.” 

“I thought that’s what my phone call to you was for,” Toya grumbles.

“T…It’s your first time. I don’t see any need to rush into anything. I want this to be good for you, okay?” Keigo sighs as he pushes the door open. Toya’s never seen Keigo’s bedroom. Not in its entirety at least. He’s seen glimpses through the pictures Kei has sent him before, but it’s absolutely incredible. The bed is huge ; probably to accommodate Hawks’ wings when they’re fully spread. It’s at least a California King with a fluffy silver comforter that looks so delicately smooth and soft. The pillows are the same shade as Kei’s feathers, neatly arranged in a U shape angling out from the dark mahogany headboard, almost like a nest. An enormous flat-screen TV hangs on the wall opposite the bed. The room smells just as divine as the rest of the penthouse, and the lighting is soft and romantic. Toya’s palms feel overwhelmingly clammy as he walks past Kei, who closes the door behind them.

…

…

“OH MY GOD!” 

“OH MY GOD!” 

“THAT WAS SO GOOD!”

“HOW LONG UNTIL THE NEXT EPISODE???”

“Kei, you haven’t even seen season one,” Toya laughs as he closes out of episode three of season two.

“I DON’T CARE! THAT WAS SO GOOD!” Keigo Takami squeals, wings fluttering as he holds his hands against his cheeks. Toya can’t help but feel warmth bloom in his chest when he sees the sparkles in his lover’s eyes. Time seems to slow for a few minutes, and the room is silent save for the sound of their breathing. 

“Well…,” Toya mumbles, voice lilting off into a faded whisper as he interlocks his fingers with Hawks’. “What do we do now?”

The Pro Hero’s smile turns from ecstatic to a sly smirk, and he squeezes his partner’s hand. Hawks climbs on top of Toya, looming over him and placing his hands on either side of his head, palms flat against the headboard. Toya feels his heart skip a beat, and then, Kei is kissing him. It’s achingly intentional, their lips fitting together like a perfect puzzle piece. Toya’s eyelids flutter shut, and he feels Keigo’s feathers caress the sides of his face, cupping it the same way his hand would. It tickles slightly, but the soft vanes feel tender and intimate on his skin. Toya hums softly in satisfaction, and he shudders when Keigo’s tongue gently prods against his lip. He opens his mouth enough for Keigo to French kiss him, and a groan rumbles from his throat as their tongues teasingly play with one another. His hands reach up to run through Kei’s blonde locks, combing through the tangles with ease and silently begging for more passion. 

“I love you,” Keigo whispers, pulling back just enough to get his words out before sloppily connecting their lips once again in a heated kiss. 

“I love you, too,” Toya echoes just as passionately between hasty lip locks. He feels Keigo shifting in the bed, putting his legs on the outside of Toya’s and slightly sitting on Toya’s thighs. A weak moan muffles in Toya’s throat through the intense kisses, and he feels lust stirring deep within. Finally, Hawks pulls back, a string of saliva still linking their lips before he practically pounces, sinking his teeth into the side of Toya’s neck. 

“ Fuck ,” Toya gasps, his voice low and raspy as he cranes his neck for Keigo to get a better angle. His breath staggers when he feels Keigo’s hands at his chest, frantically unbuttoning his shirt until he’s fully exposed. Suddenly, warm calloused hands are massaging his pecs, and Toya has to stop himself from moaning like a porn star at the unexpected touch. Keigo sucks on his collarbone, tongue tracing against pale flesh as he firmly rubs slow circles on his lover’s chest. He thumbs at Toya’s nipples, and the white-haired man practically dissolves. 

“ Kei ,” Toya moans, flexing into the touch. Keigo’s lips slowly travel down his neck, past his collarbone, between his pecs, and Toya shivers in pleasure. Keigo’s tongue drags across his skin, giving Toya goosebumps. Toya sighs in an uncharacteristically high-pitched whimper as Hawks kisses his body, traveling lower past his ribs and down his stomach. Toya’s uncomfortably hard in his pants now, and his face turns beet red when Keigo shifts so his face is level with his clothed erection. 

“Let’s both get comfortable now, shall we?” Keigo quips with a sultry grin, his eyes devilishly glinting as he rolls to the side and starts stripping. Immediately, Toya shrugs off his unbuttoned shirt and starts fumbling with his belt. Within a few moments, they’re both completely naked on Keigo’s bed. 

“Where was I?” Keigo hums flirtatiously as he puts his hands on Toya’s knees, spreading his legs as he looms over him. Toya gulps, his eyes glued to Hawks’ golden gaze as the Pro Hero leans down, kissing his waist and traveling closer to the mostly-shaved white happy trail leading to Toya’s stiff, leaking cock. A flurry of red feathers separates from Hawks’ impressive wings, rummaging in the nearby nightstand before zipping back with a bottle of lube. Toya’s cock twitches at the sight. 

“We’re gonna go nice and slow…okay? We’ll only do your comfort level. The second and I mean the second you feel too uncomfortable or painful or have any second thoughts, let me know…and I’ll stop everything. We’ll go at your pace, okay?” Keigo mumbles as he tenderly kisses Toya’s tip, making him whimper and nod vigorously as the Pro starts coating his fingers in lube. 

“I’m gonna try to work you open more than usual so it won’t hurt as bad. It’s your first time…so it might hurt a bit. Is that okay?”

“Please,” Toya begs, almost embarrassed at the desperation in his words. Delicately, Keigo reaches between Toya’s spread legs, rubbing slow circles against the tight ring of muscle. Toya closes his eyes, groaning as he lets his head fall back into the pillow, focusing on the feeling of his boyfriend’s touch. He gasps, back arching slightly when he feels the first finger slip in. 

“Relax, baby,” Keigo croons as he carefully massages his insides, curling his finger just enough for Toya to feel it. 

“ Mmmmngh~Kei~ ,” He sighs, breath coming out heated as his heart pounds in his chest. Keigo feels the tissue give, prompting him to slip another finger in. Before long, he has him stretched out to four fingers. 

“Ohhh~ Keigo ~,” Touya moans loud and long, eyelids fluttering. 

“You alright, T?” Keigo checks in, pupils practically swallowing his irises as he looks up at the dumbstruck look of ecstasy on his lover’s face. 

“ Ah~! Ah-eh-ah-ohhh, fuck, ” Toya wails in response, rocking his hips against Keigo’s fingers in an attempt to get even deeper stimulation. Kei’s done this before, but not four fingers. The stretch feels good …even though it probably shouldn’t. There is a dull pain, but there’s so much lube that it’s nothing compared to the pleasure. Toya’s completely lost, especially when Hawks intentionally taps at his prostate every so often. 

“You’re doing so good, baby. Just a little while longer…and then I’m gonna fuck you,” Keigo sighs, getting off on seeing his boyfriend a moaning mess…all because of him. His own cock pulses between his legs, but Kei is surprisingly patient…at least when it comes to this. 

“Fuck me, Kei… pleeeease, oh , god ,” Toya begs, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he practically drools. Carnal need stirs in Keigo’s gut, and he tenderly slips his fingers out. Toya gasps at the empty feeling, heart stuttering and dropping, but Hawks quickly starts lubing up his cock, ready to fill him up even more. Tears prick at Toya’s eyes as his emotions start going into overdrive; he needs Keigo. 

“It’s alright, baby. You just relax,” The Pro says calmly, grunting as he slowly starts pressing into his lover. Toya’s eyes go wide, jaw dropping and hitching on a wordless scream as he’s stretched. Keigo’s a little bigger than what he’s used to…enough for him to really notice. Hawks’ eyes soften, and his breathy sighs are peppered with quiet moans as he pushes all the way inside. 

“I’m gonna leave it in for a bit, and you tell me when you’re ready for me to move. Your body’s not used to it yet. I want it to hurt as little as possible,” Keigo murmurs. 

“Y-you don’t have to explain everything,” Toya cracks a half-hearted smile as he tries to focus on his own breathing. The pain is more noticeable with this than with his fingers. Minutes feel like hours to Toya, but, eventually, his body gets used to the feeling. He nods, and Keigo begins to rock his hips. The shock of pleasure is like lightning.  

“ Fuck , you’re tight,” Keigo mutters harshly under his breath, keeping a steady, deliberate pace. He’s so turned on, he could come at any moment, but he’s trying to get Toya to come first. 

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop !” Toya cries out, hands turning to fists in the sheets. Keigo tightly grips Toya’s shoulders, rutting up into his guts in a steady rhythm. One of his longer and more pliable feathers parts from his wings, flexibly wrapping around Toya’s throbbing cock. Toya screams, shocking himself at the intense pleasure surging through his veins as Keigo indirectly jerks him off while fucking every thought out of his head. 

“That’s it. That’s my good boy; lemme hear how much you’re enjoying this,” Hawks demands, his voice rough but full of devotion. 

“Ohhhh… soooo goooood ,” The white-haired man groans, and Keigo’s feathers stand on end. Every exhale is a horny moan. 

“Gonna come soon,” Keigo rasps in warning, and Toya finally lifts his head to lock eyes with Keigo.

“Come inside me- fuck -come inside me, please !” Toya stutters, voice pitching higher and higher and getting louder and louder with every thrust. His words alone are enough to send the Pro over the edge, and he comes with a strangled gasp as he empties into his lover. Frantically, the feather squeezes Toya’s cock in just the right ways, and, within seconds, he’s gushing all over it. Hawks’ name is on his lips as the last of his seed drips onto the feather, which limply releases its grip and flops onto the bed beside them. Without warning, Toya reaches up, wrapping his arms around Keigo’s neck and passionately kissing him, harsh breath hissing out of his nose. Keigo kisses him back, hums of satisfaction rumbling in their throats as they come down from their highs. 

“That might’ve been the strongest orgasm you’ve ever given me,” Toya laughs sheepishly as he pulls away, a purely blissed-out expression spreading across his face. 

“You’re welcome…now…I’ve gotta pull out. Just breathe,” Keigo hushes, gently cupping the side of Toya’s face in an attempt to keep him grounded. Toya winces at the sensation, and, when they finally separate, it feels like a part of him is missing. A quiet gasp leaves his lips, and more tears prick at his eyes again. 

“Shhhh. Shhhh, I’m right here, love,” Keigo hushes, pecking him on the cheek before wrapping him up in his arms and crimson wings. 

“It hurts,” Toya whimpers, curling up into the fetal position and twitching at the soreness between his legs. 

“I know, baby. It’ll feel better when you’re used to it,” Keigo murmurs reassuringly, squeezing him tightly as he presses loving kisses to his sweaty forehead. “What do you say we get in the shower and then go to bed, hmm?” He offers, and Toya thinks it over before nodding wordlessly. 

…

…

“Better?” Hawks chuckles as he holds his boyfriend under clean silk sheets, running his hands through his damp hair. 

“Mhm,” Toya mumbles, nuzzling into Kei’s bare chest. “Tired.”

“Your first time was that exhausting?” Kei sneers cheekily, and Toya grumbles something sarcastic under his breath.

“I love you, too,” Hawks snickers as he lets his eyelids flutter shut.

[angelamajiki]

[ study date - part two ]

PARING: Bully! Yandere! Hawks x Reader x Bully! Yandere! Dabi

CW: quirkless college au, yandere, noncon/dubcon, mindbreak, dacryphilia, boot licking, boot humping, humiliation, degradation, cum eating, spanking, physical abuse, verbal abuse, scumbag dabihawks

AN: finally part two is here!! sorry about the long wait. mind the tags and enjoy!!

PART ONE

The situation was all too suspicious. You couldn't put your finger on it, but you knew the two of them had something to do with it. They always have something conniving up their sleeves, inventing new ways to torment you.

Not less than a day ago did you receive that dreaded phone call, and of course, the pair of them were there to witness your breakdown because of it. Because of your failing grade in chemistry, your scholarship was revoked which meant that you lost your housing privileges for the campus. And those two seemed all too happy to watch you crumble and sob in front of them like a child.

“Sounds like you're down on your luck, princess. What's a girl to do?”

Touya was all too pleased about the situation, the smug bastard. A warm hand made a place for itself on your lower back as it rubbed circles of faux sympathy. Sobs dribbled from your mouth as his hands moved lower to grip your hips from behind.

“Now, now, Touya. Don't tease her like that.” Keigo tutted, leaning against the wall next to the two of you. “Perhaps we coulda let our girlfriend come stay with us.” He sighed dramatically, quirking his brow at you before looking away.

So that was it. They wanted you to grovel at their feet and beg for mercy if you wanted their help, just like last time.

“Too bad we don't have one, doll. Ya made yourself pretty clear that you just aren't interested in us. Such a shame, we coulda been a real big help, ya know.”

Touya patted you on the back before walking off down the hall with Keigo, leaving your tear-stricken face all alone.

“W...Wait!” It came out more desperate than you could have hoped. The two of them stopped but refused to turn to look at you. The silence was deafening. “I’ll go out with the both of you. I'll be your girlfriend.”

Admission alone should have been good enough for them, but your constant denial had left them greedy for more.

“And just how do we know you're not looking to mooch off us, babe?”

Rats, they were right. You had no way to prove you wouldn't just use them, abuse them, and lose them.

“Touya, I thought I said to stop teasing princess.” Keigo chuckled, turning to look at you with narrowed eyes. “Of course, we’ll go out with you; nothing would make us happier to call you our girl.”

Taking your hand, he helped you up off the bench and swiped the tears from your eyes. Humiliation flushed your face as you struggled to look anywhere but his hawk-like eyes.

“C’mon, doll. Let’s go clean out your dorm and head back to our place.”

»»————-　　————-««

Back in your apartment, the boys made quick of boxing up your things and loading them into Keigo’s pick-up. The poor distraught thing you were, the bathroom is where you holed yourself up and cried your heart out. The fact that you had to stoop as low as to live with your bullies to survive? And you thought you couldn't be more humiliated than the last time they offered helo. It’ll be temporary; you tried to convince yourself. You'll stay with them a few weeks and be on your merry way, finding someone else to stay with. Hell, you’ll couch surf if you have to. Anything was better than staying with those demons.

“Hey, doll!” Touya rapped his fingers on the door thrice before opening up to your crying form. “Hey, hey, hey. No need for tears. Your boyfriends are here to help.” His wolfish grin said otherwise.

“Bird brain and I finished packing your shit. Let's hit the road.”

A rough hand yanked you up from the floor, tugging you along. A yelp flew from your mouth before you could stop it as you pushed up against the sink, pinned in by Touya’s hips on yours.

“On second thought, I can't let my pretty girl feel so down, now can I? Let me give you something that’ll cheer ya up.”

A hard tent nestled its way up your skirt as he ground his hips against you.

“Let your man take care of you, huh? I’ll give you something good to cry about.”

Keigo was content to watch from the doorway as his partner continued to make you squirm under him.

“Besides, we haven't discussed payment. Rent ain’t free, princess.”

God, were these men cruel to you. You can't really expect any less from the men who were content to bully you in the first place.

“All my money was from the scholarship; I don’t-”

A hearty laugh came from the blonde, eyes narrowing in on your pinned form.

“Who said anything about money?” He quipped, sauntering over to you and took your chin in his hand. “You can pay us back with your obedience. We want a well-behaved slut that we can come home to, not some brat we have to take kicking and screaming.”

What choice did you have? They had you pinned in a corner, like a mouse caught by two feral cats who were just a bit too hungry to have any kind of patience to play games.

“I-I understand.” You swallowed, nodding in Keigo’s palm.

“Really now.” Touya drawled out, taking Keigo’s spot in the doorway. It was apparent they didn't want you to bolt on them. “I’m not convinced. You gotta prove yourself to us first, little girl.”

The bare mattress creaked under his weight as he took a seat in your room, legs spread as he motioned you towards him with his finger. Keigo, although reluctantly, let go of your face and locked both doors as he took a seat in the corner, seemingly content to watch the display.

A throaty chuckle left the man as you stood in front of him.

“Strip.”

The command left you shivering under his predatory gaze, a low whistle coming from his mouth as he fucked you with his eyes.

“Kei, put on some music.”

“Yes, sir.” He purred, using his phone for tunes and snatching yours from your purse before pocketing it in his jacket. Girls, Girls, Girls by Mötley Crüe filled the walls of your dorm, both men gratified by watching your little dance for them.

First went your shirt, tossed off onto the floor as your face flushed with shame. Tears welled in your eyes before you screwed them shut while swaying to the music.

“Hey! Eyes open and on me, little girl.” Touya snapped, spanking the side of your ass as punishment. You hiccuped, sucking in a breath to hold back the tears. The stress of the situation weighed you down, bursting you at the seams as you openly sobbed while removing your bra. Music blaring and laughs all around from Touya; you looked to Keigo for help; he always seemed to be on your side. Head thrown back against the wall, he jerked himself to the sound of your cries, winking and whistling as you looked back at him.

“Hurry it up; you're not very good at dancing, doll. You're stiff as a board.”

“She’s not the only one who's stiff.”

Cackles and guffaws filled the room, piercing your ears to the point where you thought you would go deaf at the next sound of their voices. Mindlessly, your clothes were haphazardly thrown off before you crumpled into a ball on the floor, shaking and sobbing.

“Aww, is baby having a bad day? Come to daddy.”

Touya helped you up off the floor before placing your bare cunt atop his left boot. “Why don't you relieve some stress, huh?”

The boot jerked under you, pressing up against your clit as you yelped. Getting the memo, you started to grind your hips down against his boot. Your cries quelled as you rocked your hips into a steady rhythm, biting your lip when you felt pleasure began to pool in your gut. How depraved were you? Getting off on your bully's boot while the other one got off to watching you. It was enough to make you sick, forcing you to cling to Touya’s thigh and rest your forehead there. A collection of moans and classic rock music blared in your room, bouncing off the walls so loudly that it made you even hazier.

As much as you wanted to deny it, the man had a point. You might as well submit and let yourself feel good; there's no getting out of it. Gasps and moans left your drooling mouth as you ground your hips on the tip of his boot with enthusiasm, letting yourself get lost in the pleasure slowly crescendoing in your core.

“Atta, girl.” Touya growled, gripping your hair from the scalp as he made eye contact with you. “Look at when you cum.”

Incoherent responses left your lips as you began to cry again, only that it was from pleasure this time. He continued to sustain eye contact as he fisted his cock, letting go of your hair in lieu of sticking his fingers in your mouth and choking you with them. Warbled cries fell onto his fingers as your hips increased in speed, thighs sputtering and shaking as you came close to creaming yourself on his boot.

“Cum on my boot, slut.”

His cock was aimed at your open mouth as you grunted and moaned, eyes cloudy as they rolled back into your bed. You came with a cry, squirting all over his patent-leather boot as your body shook with the sheer force of your orgasm.

Touya was not too far behind you, moaning your name as he shot his seed into your waiting mouth, covering your nose after finishing.

Like the obedient whore they needed you to be, you swallowed. His foot kicked up into you, knocking you off his leg.

“Disgusting. Clean up your mess, bitch.”

Nodding, a small whimper left your mouth as you began to lick your juices off his boot. Kitten licks and long strokes alike made their way around the leather, whining when he would shove his foot roughly in your face at times.

“Y’know, I’m still not convinced, sweetheart,” Keigo called out from behind you, taking a fist full of hair in his clutch as he pulled you up from the floor. “Beg for my forgiveness, and I’ll know you’re not trying to run a game on us.”

With a still tight reign on your hair, he threw you to the bed face down, ass up while discarding his own clothes. A harsh spank thwacked on your ass as he gripped the reddening flesh right after.

“Damn this ass is gonna be the death of me. Ain't that right, Touya?”

“Sure is; it's all she's good for.”

Neither of them really meant those nasty things they spewed at you, but it just felt too good at the moment to pass up seeing you cry. The sooner you learn that submission is the way to their hearts, the easier you'll have it. Sure, you were a whore, but you were their whore.

“Hope this pussy’s ready for a pounding cause Daddy is coming in.” He chuckled, groaning as he sank his length into your tight, unprepared vice. Whimpering and squirming beneath him, you attempted to grip the bare mattress for purchase as you felt the sting and stretch of his cock thrusting inside you. The pain wasn't terrible, but it was still there. You wiggled your hips, hoping to get some friction before another spank was administered.

“I haven't heard any begging yet.”

“P-Please fuck me, Keigo.”

“That’s not what I’m looking for, sweetheart.”

Oh? Oh.

“Please let me be your girlfriend! Please, I need to be yours; I need you!”

A slew of curses flew out of him as he pinned your hips down, thrusting deep and slow inside you. The pace was agonizingly slow as you tried to move your hips.

“Please, please, please!” you babbled. “Keigo, Touya. Let me be your girlfriend; let me be your obedient whore. I need to be yours!”

Humiliation hardly fazed you anymore as you let yourself, babbling and crying out begs and pleas for your two bullies.

Keigo happily increased his thrusts, pounding into you as a man possessed. Growls and snarls spat from his mouth as he savored the way your tight pussy fluttered around his painfully hard cock.

“Such a good girl for us, good girl.” The blonde moaned, pressing a sloppy kiss to the back of your neck. He lapped at the sweat there, leaving bite marks and blood for you to find later.

Your moans and cries were music to their ears, the most hypnotic melody they had ever heard. Touya stroked himself off in the corner, pleased with your earlier performance and giving his partner space to hit the nail into the coffin.

You, on the other hand, were being fucked out of your mind as Keigo dicked you down good. Good enough to make you forget your worries, your troubles, your life ripping apart at the seams for even just a moment. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled your senses as you felt the pleasure come at you full speed.

“T-Tell me you love me, that you love us.”

“Oh, someone’s feeling bold, birdie.”

Strings of “I love you”s flowed freely from your mouth as you chased your high, wanting to feel pure and utter relief, albeit it is just for a moment.

You came with a cry, spasming on his cock as he came deep inside you. A bright, white sensation filled your senses as you grasped onto your clarity for as long as you, not wanting to come down from your high.

Toned arms rested on either side of you before enveloping you in a warm hug.

“Good job, princess.”

A sweet whisper filled your ears before a kiss was placed on your cheek. Silence fell over the room, save for all of your panting and breathing. In your post-orgasm clarity, you couldn't help but realize something.

Wasn't Touya’s father dean of the school?

[thyandrawrites]

Butterfly effect chapter 11 [early release, ko-fi supporters only]

Hello! As the title says, this is an early release of chapter 11, available to all one-off supporters of my ko-fi page! The full chapter will also be released fully on my ao3 in a couple of weeks for those who don't want to support me this way, so worry not!

Fandom: my hero academia

Rating: M

Pairing: dabihawks

Word count: 9955

Chapter-specific warnings: canon-typical violence, implied/referenced past child abuse, hurt/comfort, mentions of ableist language in the last scene

Chapter summary: Dabi regroups with the League, confronts his old family and finds his place in his new one, and the todofam plus Rumi are done with everyone's bullshit

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[munchcorner]

Parenting (DabiHawks/TouKei)

Touya and Keigo are both lenient parents, but sometimes Touya needs to become the bad cop. Keigo easily agrees to everything their son says, and sometimes Touya has to stop to it.

One time, their son Akari felt his wings tingle, which excited Keigo. He wanted to stretch his wings which were fine until the eight-year-old boy saw a bird kick its baby out of its nest to learn how to fly.

Akari turned around to look at Keigo with sparkling eyes, "Papa, I wanna try,"

Keigo beams, "really? you wanna do it at the Hilton Fukuoka Sea Hawk?"

Touya's jaw drops after hearing what Keigo said, "you can't be serious,"

"What? It's a good opportunity for him to learn to fly," Keigo says with a shrug, but he immediately stiffens when Touya gives him a smile that says, 'take that back,' accompanied by the smell of smoke.

Keigo gulps and chuckles, "On second thought, I don't think that's a good idea, little bird,"

Akari pouts and stretches his wings, "then can we please just fly outside the house or somewhere,"

Keigo turns to look at Touya for permission, "sure, but don't kick him off a goddamn building, understand?"

Keigo nods and lifts their son off the floor before taking flight off the balcony.

The night proceeds with peace, with Touya checking in on them by randomly calling. It sounded like Keigo kept his promise of not kicking their son off a building to teach him how to fly. But he was wrong.

The show he was watching was interrupted by a sudden news flash of Pro Hero Hawks kicking a child off a building. Touya immediately sits up straight and watches with his heart in his throat how their son was falling off the fourth tallest building in Fukuoka.

"Come on, spread your wings," Touya whispers repeatedly and releases a relieved sigh when Akari opens his wings and starts to fly.

Touya watches as Keigo jumps off the building and chases after their son, who's expertly flying around the night sky. He can feel himself seething when Keigo smiles and waves at the camera before landing in front of the news crew with Akari in his arms.

"What are you guys doing out here? There aren't any villains around or any fights to report," Keigo asks while Akari flaps his wings in his arms, "Woah, calm down, buddy,"

"We actually made the emergency broadcast when we saw you kick a child off the building," The news anchor informs Keigo making his face go pale.

"I was teaching my son how to fly," Keigo answers, "do you mean you broadcasted this on national television?"

The news anchor answers, and a wave of horror flashes through Keigo's face as he mutter, "please don't watch," like a mantra.

"Who are you talking about, Hawks?" The news anchor asks, but Keigo just answers by shaking his head, saying, "It's nothing. By the way, it's time for us to go. Someone's waiting at home,"

"Wait, Hawks-" The news anchor calls out, but Keigo had already taken flight.

Keigo flies to their home with his heart pounding fast, hoping that Touya isn't mad. But as he slowly arrives, he sees Touya's figure standing on the balcony with his arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed, looking like he was ready to yell at Keigo.

"So, you weren't going to do it, huh?" Touya asks the moment Keigo's feet touch the balcony.

"I'm sorry, Akari really wanted to try it, and I couldn't resist," Keigo answers.

Touya glares at Keigo while Akari just stands between them, too busy with his tingling wings to listen to his parents.

"Well, if you couldn't resist, then maybe you won't mind sleeping in a hotel tonight because I couldn't resist this growing urge to burn your wings tonight," Touya says and ushers Akari inside their home.

"But-" Keigo tries to reason, but Touya already has his back on him, "good night, Keigo," and with that, Keigo's left with no choice but to sleep in a hotel.

You'd think Keigo would learn his lesson after that incident, but no. One evening, everyone was gathered on the living room couch when a commercial for fast food played. Akari's stomach grumbled and says, "can we have chicken nuggets for dinner?"

Keigo ruffles Akari's hair and smiles, but before he could even answer, Touya speaks, "we can't,"

Both turn to him with wide eyes and asks in unison, "why not?"

"Keigo, why are you even asking?" Touya asks in annoyance, "you should know why,"

Keigo stares at him cluelessly and blinks, making Touya roll his eyes, "Akari, we don't know if your body would be the same as daddy's or papa, so you have to eat your vegetables and stay healthy,"

"But-" Akari tries to reason, but Touya lifts him up, puts him on his lap, and explains, "Daddy can't do a lot of things because he has a weak body. We don't know if you'll take after me, so we have to eat healthy to make sure you grow up healthy,"

Akari pouts, but he still nods his head, "okay, daddy,"

Touya smiles and pulls Akari into a hug, "I'm sorry for denying you your chicken nuggets, but we have to make sure you're healthy,"

Akari nods and stares at Keigo with pleading eyes. Keigo tries to avert his gaze, but the stares were burning his conscience, so he detaches a feather and tries to sneak a call.

"Keigo, don't even try, or you'll sleep on the couch tonight," Touya threatens, making Keigo stiffen. He retracts his wings back and mouths, "I'm sorry bud. I don't want to sleep on the couch tonight,"

But after Touya had fallen asleep, Keigo calls a delivery and asks Akari to eat with him in the kitchen.

"Don't make any noises, Akari. We don't want to wake daddy, okay?" Keigo asks, and Akari nods while zipping his mouth.

Keigo and Akari were silently eating beside each other. They'd whisper random stories from time to time, and when two hours passed without Touya coming out, they started to talk more casually.

After another hour had passed, Keigo tucked Akari in his bed, told him good night, and enters their room with Touya reading, leaning on their headboard while reading a book.

"So, how were the chicken nuggets?" Touya asks and smiles.

"I'll sleep on the couch tonight," Keigo says as he tries to avoid an argument.

"Make that a week for sneaking behind my back," Touya adds. Keigo turns around to plead, but Touya said, "try to negotiate and make that a month,"

"Okay, I'm going to sleep. Good night, Touya," Keigo says and sleeps on the couch.

But despite all these incidents, Keigo never learned his lesson.

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