#fuyumi todoroki (wants/desires)

[delawaredetroit]

There's that theme of eyes/gaze again that has been part of the Todoroki Family Subplot since "where are you looking?"

In the manga overall, the Todorokis that invoked this concept the most were Endeavor and Touya. Endeavor wanted society to watch him be the strongest and later wanted his family to watch him become a better person in Act Two. Touya deeply desired to have Enji's eyes on him again like when Endeavor was training him as his successor. He created a bigger and bigger spectacle as Dabi until it was impossible to look away from him any longer.

Natsuo, however, never caught Enji's eye. Even in these panels, Enji was not looking Natsuo in the eye while speaking to him. Natsuo was uniquely ignored in the Todoroki family, more than any of the other children. Touya and Shouto were potential successors. Fuyumi was born out of Rei's desire to have a normal family. Endeavor was satisfied with Touya as a successor at the time Fuyumi was born, so it's reasonable to assume from Fuyumi's existence that Endeavor played along with Rei's wish for awhile. It's not out of the cards that he was a passable father to Fuyumi for the first two to three years of her life.

But by the time Natsuo was born, Endeavor had already discarded Touya and was at least nine months into a renewed obsession with surpassing All Might with his ongoing eugenics experiments. And Natsuo was the only one to fail in his purpose from birth.

There is also something thematically interesting in Enji refusing to look into the eyes of the only one of his children who fully inherited Rei's eye color per manga canon. It's something he and Rei have in common. When Rei was spiraling, she was particularly disturbed by Touya and Shouto having the same eye(s) as Enji. But because she was trapped in that hellish home with no support, she couldn't run away from the eyes she feared in the way Enji ran away from Rei's gaze in Natsuo.

[ghoularaki]

w3lc0me t0 th3 fr3aksh0w <3 | 3

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

↠  word count: 11,960

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

still coming over?

from: ice prince (≧◡≦) ♡

sent 7:13 PM

on da bus 2 u

from: my princess

sent 7:21 PM

get here safely

from: ice prince (≧◡≦) ♡

sent 7:22 PM

hmm ill think about it, feeling like causing an accident

from: my princess

sent 7:23 PM

don’t be annoying, brat

from: ice prince (≧◡≦) ♡

sent 7:24 PM

;P

from: my princess

sent 7:24 PM

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Until you take the hint.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n!” Your boss called to you.

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

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

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

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

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

Your feet faltered.

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

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

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

Keigo raised his brow with a hum.

Sighing, you continued, “Master.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is there anything you recommend?”

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

“I really like the chocomint-”

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

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

“That sounds lovely.”

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

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

“What do you say?”

“Huh?”

His voice was underwater.

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

“What do you call me, Y/n?”

Gulping, you stuttered, “Master?”

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

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

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

“Miss!” A voice called for you.

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

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

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

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

“Anything else I can get you, master?”

Suspiciously, he only smiled, “Not yet.”

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

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

“Right away, masters!”

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

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

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

“Miss?” A voice cut in.

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

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

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

“Cash.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Clearing your throat, you lifted yourself back up.

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck?” You barked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seething, you bobbed your head in agreement.

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

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

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

“Nah, I think you’re done for today.”

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

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

“I need to get changed,” You muttered.

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

“Don’t even think of running.”

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

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

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

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

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

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going back to my dorm, Touya.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Booting up your laptop, a message already awaited you.

hey gurl!!

from: killerkiko

sent 3:23 PM

hiii. can i vent to you ; (◞‸◟)

from: psychokitty

sent 4:56 PM

what happened :(

from: killerkiko

sent 4:57 PM

you know the crazy ex i told you about?

from: psychokitty

sent 4:56 PM

that psycho? what he do this time

from: killerkiko

sent 4:57 PM

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

from: psychokitty

sent 4:56 PM

oh… ?

from: killerkiko

sent 4:57 PM

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

from: psychokitty

sent 4:56 PM

wait, what pictures ?

from: killerkiko

sent 4:57 PM

oh um this is so embarssing but they took panty shots

from: psychokitty

sent 4:56 PM

gurl wtf can you tell its you

from: killerkiko

sent 4:57 PM

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

from: psychokitty

sent 5:00 PM

you should get back at them

from: killerkiko

sent 5:01 PM

wut? how????

from: psychokitty

sent 5:01 PM

i’m sure you have dirt on them too

from: killerkiko

sent 5:05 PM

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

from: psychokitty

sent 5:06 PM

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

from: killerkiko

sent 5:08 PM

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

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

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

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

did i do something stupid?

from: psychokitty

sent 5:48 PM

haha did you actually do it

from: killerkiko

sent 5:56 PM

yeah….

from: psychokitty

sent 5:56 PM

good on u gurl you feel better ?

from: killerkiko

sent 6:01PM

am i a bad person if i say yes lol

from: psychokitty

sent 6:03 PM

no youre not

from: killerkiko

sent 6:04 PM

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

from: psychokitty

sent 6:05 PM

night <3

from: killerkiko

sent 6:05 PM

night <33

from: psychokitty

sent 6:06 PM

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

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

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

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

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

Watch yourself.

from: Mr. Todoroki (flaming cunt)

sent 6:00 AM

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Toga shrugged cutely, “Well…”

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

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

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

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

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

“What the actual fuck was that?”

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

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

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

Toga and Shigaraki spared each other a quick side eye.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you in class right now?”

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

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

“No, don’t, I can just take the bus.”

“Princess?” He softly called.

“Yeah?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

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

“Good girl, I’ll be there soon.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A dam was about to burst in your stomach.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah I did.”

“Geten-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your brows furrowed, “Bubaigawara’s coming?”

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

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

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

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

“Let’s go get a room.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t even know the half of it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Saving room for Jesus?” Dabi snarked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck off.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

did you get there safe?

from: ice prince (≧◡≦) ♡

sent 9:46 PM

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

“He’s such a loser.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Toga questioned you, “Are you sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Finally,” You huffed.

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

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

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

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

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

“Get off me!” You screeched.

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

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

“Give me something to gag her with.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is Daddy making you feel good?”

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

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

Keening, you shook your head no, again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Could you guys please keep the noise down?”

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

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

“Ugh, that bitch totally ruined the mood.”

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

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

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

“G-go away.”

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

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

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

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

Dabi glanced over to Keigo who just shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s got your panties in a bunch?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Open wide,” He cooed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re going to regret that.”

“Get bent.”

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

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

“What’s so fucking funny?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Geten’s didn’t respond.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[kenzdolls]

SHOTO TODOROKI RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS .

⌗ pairing: shoto todoroki x gn! hero! reader

⌗ tags: shoto x reader, shoto todoroki x gn! reader, mha x reader, bnha x reader

⌗ side note: this was renovated to align with my new theme.

FIRST TIME MEETING:

▹he probably notices you studying in the common room, always meticulously organized. he respects the dedication.

▹ if your quirk is related to warmth or fire, he's automatically wary but intrigued. he'll observe you carefully, trying to understand how you control it.

▹ accidental encounters are his weakness. bumping into you in the hallway, dropping his soba… he'll apologize profusely, then retreat into himself.

▹ he appreciates directness. if you're the one to initiate conversation, he'll be surprised but relieved. small talk isn't his forte, so dive into a topic he can actually discuss.

▹ if you're good at reading people, you'll notice the subtle shift in his eyes when he acknowledges you. it shows he's paying attention, even if he doesn't say much.

▹ he is most likely to have met you because you were partnered up in class together for hero training. he was surprised you weren't afraid.

▹ he first thinks you're pretty when he sees you smile; he hasn't seen you smile, though, but he believes your smile is worth protecting.

▹ he finds himself having to protect you in class a lot, but you're strong for yourself.

HIM FALLING IN LOVE:

▹ he doesn't understand the warm feeling in his chest when you are near him. he wonders if he’s sick so he asks recovery girl but she just gives him a knowing look and tells him to ‘rest’.

▹ he wants to understand your quirk better, not just from a strategic point of view, but because he wants to understand you.

▹ soba dates become a 'thing' because it's a comfortable, neutral ground. he's happy to share his favorite spot, and secretly pleased if you enjoy it too.

▹ if you tease him, he'll get flustered and look away, a slight blush creeping up his neck. it's adorable.

▹ he starts using his fire side more in training to impress you, but he's also scared of hurting you.

▹ training with you becomes something he looks forward to. he really enjoys analyzing your fighting style and strategizing with you.

▹ he starts noticing the little things about you – the way you laugh, the way you concentrate, the little quirks that make you you.

▹ he secretly asks fuyumi for advice on how to be a better friend, making her extremely happy.

▹ if he sees others being rude or disrespectful to you, a flicker of cold fury passes over his face. he'll step in, but subtly.

▹ he starts spacing out in class and ends up getting in trouble.

▹ he asks you to show him your quirk again.

▹ his resting face is now soft when he is around you, and it makes everyone notice.

HIM AS A S/O:

▹ dates are quiet, thoughtful, and often involve food of some kind. he likes taking you to hidden ramen/soba shops or quiet parks.

▹ physical affection is something he's still learning. he might start with gentle touches like holding your hand or putting an arm around you.

▹ he worries constantly about his father. he will never be a man like him, and he is afraid you will think he will be like him.

▹ he loves cuddling you. he's warm and cold at the same time, so you're always at the perfect temperature.

▹ he'll open up about his family, but it takes time and trust. be patient and listen without judgment.

▹ he wants to protect you and keep you safe, but he also respects your strength and independence.

▹ he’ll bring you small gifts – a flower he found in the garden, a limited-edition soba flavor, or a book he thinks you'll enjoy.

▹ he listens intently when you talk and remembers everything you say. he shows he cares by paying attention.

▹ comforting him after a nightmare about his past might involve a hug and a promise to stay by his side.

▹ he burns himself on purpose in order to feel something other than the burning desire he has for you.

▹ he will do his best to be your partner despite his anxieties and worries. he will make sure to put you first.

▹ he will always cook soba for you, and he will always ask you what he can do to be better.

▹ he will be flustered when you kiss him, but he will kiss you back.

▹ his favorite thing is listening to you ramble about books that you love.

▹ he gives his whole heart to you and trusts you will take care of it.

▹ he'll get jealous, but he won't show it... just expect extra cuddles and attention to you that day.

▹he's very protective of you and makes sure you're comfortable in every situation. he will be your safe haven.

▹ he loves to hold your hand, especially if you're nervous or scared. it's his way of grounding you.

▹ he will make sure to show how much he loves you.

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[writeriguess]

Will you omega reader x alpha toya who is protective over reader so much so he doesn’t let anyone come near her and his family doesn’t even know he has an omega until he invites them over while reader is in labor in their room and he decides to introduce them after the baby is born and he lets shoto hold the baby after him and his omega do.

Hidden Bond

Toya Todoroki never liked sharing. It was a trait he’d had since childhood, only worsened by the years of neglect and suffering he endured. So when he found his omega—his mate, his precious secret—he vowed to keep her to himself. No one would know. No one deserved to.

His family had lost their right to his life a long time ago. His father’s obsession with strength and power had driven him to the brink of madness, and even though Toya had clawed his way back from the edge, he had no desire to let the Todoroki name taint what he had built.

He and his omega had been together for years, hidden away from prying eyes. No one knew she existed. No one knew they were bonded, that she carried his scent, that she was the one thing in this world he cherished beyond himself. He never let anyone near her, not even the League. She was his, and his alone.

And now, she was in labour.

Toya paced in their bedroom, his hands shaking at his sides. His omega lay on the bed, her face twisted in pain, sweat dampening her hair. The scent of distress filled the room, mixing with the overwhelming aroma of their bond.

“Breathe, baby,” he murmured, kneeling beside her, brushing his fingers over her clammy forehead. “You’re doing so fucking good.”

She gritted her teeth through a contraction, gripping his hand with surprising strength. “I—I want to go to the hospital—”

“No.” His voice was firm, but not unkind. “We planned this. You know I can’t let anyone else near you.”

Her eyes glistened, but she nodded. She understood. She always did.

Toya had taken every precaution, bringing in a trusted midwife who worked exclusively with hidden omegas. No hospitals, no paperwork, no risks. His paranoia wouldn’t allow anything else.

He kissed her forehead as another contraction wracked her body. His heart clenched. She was so small, so fragile, but so damn strong. Stronger than anyone he’d ever known.

He had never been more afraid in his life.

Hours passed. Pain, sweat, and cries filled the dimly lit room. Toya never left her side. He let her crush his hand, let her sob into his chest, whispered soft reassurances even as panic clawed at his throat.

Then, finally—finally—a new sound pierced the air.

A cry. Small, desperate, alive.

Toya’s breath caught as he looked down at the tiny, wriggling bundle now in the midwife’s hands. He didn’t even realise he was shaking until she carefully placed the baby in his arms.

His child.

His and his omega’s.

His mate was crying, exhausted but radiant, reaching out weakly for their baby. Toya lowered himself beside her, placing the tiny infant against her chest.

“You did so good,” he whispered, pressing a reverent kiss to her temple. “You’re amazing, baby.”

She let out a tired, breathless laugh, nuzzling against him. Their child squirmed between them, tiny fists waving in the air.

A son. Their son.

And, for the first time in years, Toya realised something.

His family deserved to know.

The Todoroki family wasn’t sure why they were summoned.

When Toya—Dabi, as they knew him—sent a message demanding they come to his home, none of them knew what to expect.

Endeavor didn’t come. Toya had made it clear he wasn’t invited. But Rei, Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Shoto arrived, wary but curious.

They were led inside by an older woman who said nothing, only gesturing for them to follow. The house was quiet, the air thick with the unmistakable scent of an alpha’s territory. A scent none of them recognised.

Shoto was the first to notice it.

“There’s an omega here,” he said, glancing at his siblings.

Rei’s eyes widened. “But who—?”

Before they could speculate, the woman stopped in front of a closed bedroom door. She knocked once before stepping aside.

The door opened.

Toya stood in the doorway, looking more tired than any of them had ever seen him. His white hair was tousled, the dark circles under his eyes more prominent than usual. But there was something else—a softness to him they had never witnessed before.

And then they saw her.

An omega. Lying in bed, bundled under thick blankets, exhaustion evident on her face. And in her arms…

A baby.

Fuyumi gasped. Natsuo swore under his breath.

Rei covered her mouth, tears brimming in her eyes.

Shoto, however, just stared. His sharp eyes flickered from the baby to his brother, something unreadable in his expression. “You never told us.”

“No, I didn’t.” Toya’s voice was calm, but guarded. He stepped aside, allowing them to enter. “I didn’t want anyone near her. Near him.” His gaze flickered to the child in his mate’s arms.

Rei stepped forward hesitantly. “Toya…” Her voice trembled. “May I…?”

Toya tensed instinctively. His omega glanced at him, a silent understanding passing between them. She shifted slightly, holding the baby closer.

Then, to everyone’s surprise, Toya turned to Shoto.

“You first.”

Shoto blinked. “Me?”

Toya exhaled sharply. “You’re the only one I trust enough.”

Shoto hesitated before stepping forward. Carefully, Toya took the baby from his omega’s arms, cradling the tiny bundle against his chest for a moment before reluctantly handing him to his younger brother.

Shoto held the baby awkwardly at first, clearly unsure of himself. But then, as he adjusted his grip, something in his expression softened.

“He looks like you,” he murmured.

Toya huffed. “Poor kid.”

Fuyumi laughed tearfully. “He’s beautiful.”

Rei wiped at her eyes. “I can’t believe you kept this from us.”

Toya’s jaw clenched. “I had to.” His voice was low, defensive. “I don’t trust people. I don’t trust the world not to take them from me.” His hands curled into fists at his sides. “But… I trust you. At least enough to let you be here.”

Silence filled the room. A heavy, unspoken understanding passed between them.

Shoto looked down at the baby, his expression unreadable once more. Then, after a moment, he spoke.

“What’s his name?”

Toya hesitated, then glanced at his mate. She smiled tiredly and nodded.

“…Rei,” Toya murmured. “His name is Rei.”

His mother gasped, her hands trembling. “You—”

“It’s not about him,” Toya cut her off before she could bring up Endeavor. “It’s about you. You were the only good thing we had.”

Rei sobbed openly, clutching a hand to her chest. “Oh, Toya…”

For the first time in years, Toya let his mother hug him.

And for the first time ever, his family saw him for what he truly was.

A mate.

A father.

A protector.

[cherryblossombankai]

My Love is Mine All Mine - Part Two: Happiness is a butterfly

Part One Pairing: Enji Todoroki x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.2k Summary: Your relationship with Enji has been blossoming in secret, but new developments will force you to tell his kids the truth. Warnings: pregnancy, interrupted smut, fem!reader, family drama, age gap romance, family trauma Tag List: @pixelcafe-network, @actuallysaiyan, @sweet-chocolate-sweet, @helloiamadrawer, @satorustar, @missmadness123, @keiva1000, @copolite01

Enji couldn’t believe a love like this truly entered his life. After all he’s done, the family he threw away, he doesn’t believe he deserves it. In the days following your heated kitchen confessions, he began to realize you made a mistake and kept waiting for you to realize it too. 

He’s old enough to be your father. He’s a broken-down hero and a shell of a man. Every morning when he wakes up next to you, he’s surprised you’re still there. He relishes being here with you, having his hands on you and being able to kiss you. He greedily takes all he can get in fear that one morning you’ll wake up and realize you’re throwing your life away for him. 

But it’s not this morning. No, this morning you’re waking him up with your lips on his neck. You’re biting down gently, leaving a fresh mark on top of a recently healed one. Your gentle fingers are toying with his fiery red pubic hair and teasing the base of his cock. He tilts his head towards you, his neck stiff. His arm is a little numb from you sleeping on it. 

“Mm, good morning,” you purr against his ear before leaning down to kiss his chest. Your hand moves lower to wrap around his morning wood and you begin stroking him. 

“Good morning to you too,” he smirks before leaning in to kiss you. You nip at his lip playfully. 

“Fuyumi are coming over today, right?” you ask softly. 

“Mhm.” 

“But later, right? We have time?” you giggle. 

“We have time,” he pulls you in for a deep kiss. 

Despite the passion growing between the two of you, the love that had blossomed, you’d been discreet. Nobody knew about your relationship. Enji had been honest with you about his past, and his desire to rebuild his relationships with his family. You’d agreed to take your time, to keep things quiet until he was ready to tell them. It was hard to keep it a secret and act like nothing was happening between you every time they visited, but you wanted to be good for him. He deserves to be able to take his time. 

You pull away from his kiss and begin kissing your way down his chest. You drag your tongue over one of his nipples before moving down further and kissing his tummy. He still exercises a bit, but retired life has made him soft. He’d been embarrassed the first time you were fully naked together, but you were all over him immediately. 

“Spoiling me this morning?” he asks as you settle between his big thighs. You kiss his thighs softly before kissing the tip of his cock. 

“Well, you did spoil me last night,” you giggle. “I just want to return the favor.” 

He reaches down to run his fingers through your hair, his eyes are gentle on your face. You suck on the tip of his cock, lapping up the precum leaking from it. You stroke him as you begin taking him deeper down your throat. He rests his prosthetic arm at his side. 

You’re almost deep-throating him when his phone rings. You start to pull away, but he holds you in place. 

“Don’t stop. I’ll let it ring,” he says. 

You hum softly around his cock, and continue taking him deeper down your throat. He arches his back when he bottoms out down your throat. You moan for him, and you move up and down his cock. He’s a moaning mess, but then his phone rings again. He glances over and sees it’s Fuyumi calling. 

“Fuck, she’ll keep calling if I don’t answer,” he sighs. 

You pull off his cock with a soft pop. “Then, answer.” 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he smiles sheepishly before grabbing his phone off the nightstand and answering Fuyumi. 

You crawl out of bed and pull on his t-shirt from last night. It falls past your thighs. He watches as you saunter off to the adjoining bathroom, but you’re careful not to make too much noise as you begin your morning routine. After washing your face, you head downstairs to start breakfast. 

Enji sits outside on the porch talking to Fuyumi on the phone. You smile softly as you watch him. He’s patient and gentle. Even though she’s chatting away and he doesn’t enjoy phone calls at the best of times, he never grows weary of talking to her. 

He’d be a good father now, you think. Although he’d probably shrug off the idea of starting over. The thought then leads to a spiral…When was your last period? 

“Shit,” you run to the bedroom and grab your calendar out of your purse. You count back the days and realize you’d skipped a period. You’re not surprised you didn’t notice. It was just another week of amazing sex you took for granted. 

Enji comes to the bedroom just in time to see you throwing on your clothes. 

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” he asks when he notices how frantic you seem. 

“I just uhm, need to go to the store,” you explain. “I’ll be back soon.” 

“Should I come?I can drive you,” he offers. 

“No, no, it’s okay. Really!” you sit on the edge of the bed and pull on your shoes. “Is everything okay with Fuyumi?” 

“Ah, well, that’s something we should talk about. My son, Touya, is ready to come home.” 

You pause between shoes and look up at him. He’s apprehensive to show you just how thrilled he is about this news. Inside you’re panicking. It’s too much, isn’t it? Touya coming home is wonderful, and he deserves this time with his father. To have Enji’s eyes on him like he always wanted. If you’re pregnant, it could ruin everything. A pang of guilt hits your stomach. How could you let this happen? You thought you were so careful with your birth control. 

“He wants to stay with me,” Enji explains. “So, I was thinking maybe it’s time we tell everyone about us. He might feel differently if he knows, and maybe you will too now.” 

“Enji,” you stand up and place your hands on his shoulders. “I have to go. I’ll be right back.”

And there it is, he watches you leave and he can only assume this is the last time. He sits on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. The moment when you awaken and realize he’s not what you want. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

When you come back to the house. Fuyumi’s car is already in the driveway. Luckily, you’d picked up more than just pregnancy tests so it’ll look like you’re just arriving for the day. You come into the front door, and Enji’s eyes immediately meet yours. He’s shocked you’re back, but he tries to keep calm in front of Fuyumi. 

“Good morning, sir,” you smile sweetly and bow your head. “Hi, Fuyumi!” 

“Hello!” she greets you back cheerfully before disappearing into the second bedroom. 

“She’s getting it ready for Touya,” Enji explains. He waits until she’s busy again before coming over to you. He takes your hand in his. “Are you alright?” 

“Y-yes, I’m just a little queasy,” you smile softly. You kiss his cheek. “I love you.” 

His heart lightens when you say those three little words. He kisses your temple quickly, “I love you too. I better go help Fuyumi.” 

“Alright,” you smile. It fades into a worried frown when he leaves the room. You grab the pregnancy tests and take them to the bathroom. Your hands are shaking when you open the boxes to read the instructions. 

You finally get up the nerve to take one, then the other. You cap the stick and leave them on the counter to wait for the results. The next few minutes are the longest of your life. You pace back and forth, chewing nervously on your thumbnail. The time on your phone goes off, and you get the nerve up to check the tests. 

A pair of little pink plus signs stare back at you. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Fuyumi leaves that afternoon with promises of coming back in a few days with Touya. Enji watches as you clean up the kitchen. He can tell you’re tense about something, but he has no idea what. 

“Sweetheart, come here,” he calls for you. “Come sit with me.” 

You smile softly at him and come to sit on his lap, careful not to sit on his bad leg. You wrap your arms around his neck, and you kiss him deeply. 

“Talk to me,” he says gently. “Tell me what’s going on with you.” 

“What? Is it that obvious?” you blush. 

“Mm, just a bit.” 

You lean against his shoulder and hold his hand in yours. Your fingers delicately trace over his knuckles. You’re so nervous to say anything, but you know you have to tell him. 

“We’re…Uhm…Well, I’m…” you trail off, unable to find the words. Tears sting your eyes because you’re so certain he won’t be happy with what’s next. 

His brows furrow with concern as he watches you struggle. He wraps his arms around you, “Baby, whatever it is, you can tell me.” 

“I know, I just…” you shake your head. “Maybe I should just show you.” 

You get off of his lap and you go to the bathroom again. You get the pregnancy tests out of the drawer you’d tucked them away in. The plus signs are still as clear as day, cheerfully pink as though your future wasn’t hanging in the balance. 

Enji is sitting on the sofa, dazed and confused by what’s going on with you. Finally, he looks up at you. Instead of saying anything, you hand him the pregnancy tests. He stares at them dumbfounded and then looks up at you. 

“P-pregnant,” he says softly. For a long time after uttering that word, he sits in silence. The tests look tiny in his large hands, and he stares at them. 

“Please, say something,” you plead. 

When he looks at you again, his eyes are full of tears. His bottom lip trembles, and he wants to say something but he’s so afraid to say the wrong thing. To hurt your feelings, or worse to make you feel any pressure to go through with the pregnancy, would be a nightmare. He cups your face gently in his hands. 

“How do you feel?” he asks softly. 

“I feel—” you hesitate, and then a smile breaks out across your face. “—excited! Yeah, I feel really excited!” 

“In that case, this is wonderful news,” he whispers. 

At those words, your entire body relaxes. You laugh as tears of joy well up in your eyes. You look up at him, seeing your happiness reflected in his eyes. He leans down to kiss you deeply. He’s gentler with you now, his hands are tender. 

“I’m so relieved,” you say when he breaks the kiss. He rests his forehead against yours. 

 “You should’ve told me sooner, baby. I would’ve sat with you while you took the tests.” 

Your heart races, “I’m sorry. I just wasn’t sure how you’d feel, with your son coming home and everything. I was so nervous about how you’d feel.” 

“I know, I know,” he sighs softly. He sits down on the bed, holding your hands in his. There’s so much to worry about, to think of. He wants to lose himself in this good news, but there are things that need to be done. 

“We’ll work it out, together,” you say sweetly. 

“Just like that, hm?” he smiles softly. 

“Yep,” you lean down to kiss him again. “Just like that.” 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

‘Just like that’ wasn’t as easy as you’d hoped. The reactions to his news were mixed at best. Shoto was surprised to learn of the relationship between you and Enji, but even more so had seemed a little grossed out at the thought of his father making a baby. Natsuo was annoyed by the whole thing, and mostly worried how this child will be raised. Fuyumi felt betrayed that she hadn’t been made privy to the relationship sooner, and now there’s a baby on the way. You might as well have eloped without telling her. 

Then, there was Touya. Enji had gone to the hospital to see him a couple days before he was set for release. You’re not sure how that conversation went, but when Enji came home he locked himself in the bedroom. When you pressed your ear to the door, you could hear him crying.

He came out of the bedroom a while later, his eyes red and puffy. You come to him, standing up on your tippy toes to kiss him softly. He’s quick to wrap his arms around you, and he leans down to kiss you back. 

“Is everything okay?” you ask him. 

“I’m alright…Just visiting Touya today…it got to me, but it was between us.” 

“I understand,” you stroke his cheek. “Can I help somehow?” 

“Just let me hold you a little while, yeah?” 

You nod eagerly and grab his hand to drag him to the sofa with you. “I get to pick the movie.”

[laarbybarbtbox]

Natsuo is NOT like Endeavor.

Okay, so I’ve posted about this before, but I also just saw another interpretation pop up recently about the character of Natsuo Todoroki, and how he has similarities to Enji (Endeavor) beyond his appearance. And while these interpretations are valid, I also personally don’t really see them.

First and foremost, people tend to bring up the fact that he has a lot of anger and resentment towards Enji, and how that could make him a lot like Enji due to how much anger and obsession Enji had, but I think this feels like an odd thing to say when the reasons and circumstances for these emotions are completely different.

Like, we all seem to agree that Natsu’s anger as a whole is completely warranted and justified, but some people seem to take it as a way to say that his anger towards Enji will inevitably make him LIKE Enji, which I just don’t see. Whenever we see Natsuo get angry in canon, he really doesn’t ever seem unstable or angry in a way that he would hurt someone close to him unintentionally.

At most, he slams his fist against a wall, but he otherwise just yells or says something passive-aggressive, and then just removes him from the room.

Like… I really don’t see how that makes him someone who’s at risk of harming others or being anything like the man we see Enji become.

If anything, I’d say that he’s proven to be quite different, with how he’s basically built an entire life for himself outside of the family.

That leads me to point two. Specifically, his treatment of Fuyumi. This essay in particular seemed to imply that Natsuo put his own desires before his sister’s, mainly referring to his behavior during that family dinner. However, I consider this to be a very surface level reading of him, since we’re not factoring in Fuyumi herself. Specifically, that she’s not really in the right either. It’s made very clear that her desire for a “normal family” is a coping mechanism. But what some people don’t understand is that Fuyumi can be unfair to Natsuo too. And even Shoto to a degree. There’s a very notable panel of her trying to convince Shoto to go through with some of her plans, and I’ve seen some people refer to it as “guilt-tripping.” Now, I don’t believe that Fuyumi was intentionally guilt tripping Shoto and Natsuo, but it’s worth noting. Especially since it’s shown that Natsuo feels obligated to be part of the family dinner, or to give Fuyumi this “normal family” that she wants. It’s clear that they don’t always see eye to eye, and yes, there are times when Natsuo handles things unhealthily. But people don’t realize that Fuyumi also handles things unhealthily too. So this isn’t a matter of Natsuo specifically being in the wrong.

Another point made by this specific essay is that Natsuo “abandoned” his family when he went to go to college and left Fuyumi and Shoto with Endeavor. This frankly isn’t a point that I’ll entertain for too long since it comes off as extremely unfair (more so than some other points). We know that Natsuo is 19, so he most likely moved out at an early age, so to say that a child leaving an abusive household is him “abandoning” his family just feels wrong. Especially since we have very little implying that he didn’t look back or consider this himself. If anything, Natsuo’s willingness to come back to Fuyumi proves otherwise.

Now, another thing people like to bring up is the fact that Natsu goes off on his own to marry his girlfriend, and that can symbolize him continuing the cycle to a degree since Enji did that, but I would say that’s an oversimplification. Enji started a family for the purpose of succeeding in his own endeavors, while Natsuo just seemed to do it to finally move on from Enji. If this was meant to be an intentional parallel, then I frankly just don’t see it, as a lot of this is circumstantial. As far as I can see, Natsuo just made a proper step in improving his life and healing more. Like, obviously his trauma isn’t going to go away because of that, but some people seem to be under the impression that him doing this might just cause him to spiral similarly to Enji, which I frankly just don’t see, especially since he doesn’t seem to be against the idea of getting the proper help for himself (studying medical welfare) Plus he really doesn’t show many signs of having a more traditional life like his own upbringing. Now, granted, we don’t see any of this life outside of the family (likely because it’s not super relevant to the main plot), but from what we can gather, it seems pretty healthy.

One last point that I saw is that Natsuo’s decision to cut Endeavor out of his life was bad because it would hurt the family more on account of gatherings and meetings where both he and Endeavor would both logically be involved. And the issue here is that I think it demonstrates a misunderstanding of how family relationships can play out. There are many families around the world with members that don’t like each other, but they still go to gatherings and such, simply making the decision to not interact or to remain at different places at the gathering. There are many ways that families can plan around these things if they acknowledge everyone’s feelings.

All in all, I just don’t see how Natsuo’s behavior and actions would lead to the situations that I’ve seen people bring up. At most, he has a lot to heal from, and it won’t be an easy process. But like, that’s just kind of a given.

[todorokistheories]

Why I'll Never Forgive Endeavor - An Analysis

tw: abuse, domestic violence, dehumanization, and everything you expect to come with talking about the todorokis

Endeavor was right in calling Shouto a masterpiece, because that's all he ever was to him. Just a canvas to imprint whatever beliefs he had onto. Shouto was never made to be a person. He was made to be an object, an immovable force, something Endeavor can sculpt to his desire.

We see this through Shouto's demeanor. His inability to show emotions the way others do to that extreme of a level is usually a trauma response. He's purposefully blank, lest he face the wrath of Endeavor noticing the stain on his perfect painting.

Dabi even mentions this.

Endeavor wasn't the only one who saw Shouto as a means to an end. Dabi did too. He calls Shouto a puppet and trophy son throughout the series genuinely does not seem to consider that he has feelings at all. He wants to break him, because Shouto was given the life he was promised, but he can't see past what Endeavor told him to be like class 1a did.

Dabi's plotline was never about reconciling with Shouto, it was about destroying everything Endeavor thought made him great.

Endeavor controlled every moment of Shouto's life from the day he was born. Training, probably diet, every single second of every day was planned to expect max power and effort. He wanted a machine that he could show off, like fucking Tony Stark or some shit.

This is why when Midoriya says "it's your power," it's so impactful. He essentially told Shouto "you don't have to be what he made you to be." He was finally given permission to choose, something no one in his life (not even his mother) gave him. When you're a kid like that, you don't have the perspective that you can change. Midoriya believed that he could, so Shouto did.

Shouto wanted his father to see him as valuable outside of what he could do for him. But he never gets that. That is why the ending is so important for Shouto.

Shouto's arc is, at a base level, finding purpose outside of what his father expected.

You know who was given the freedom to do that from the get go?

Touya.

Let's get into the meat of the issue. Endeavor genuinely cared about Touya. In his eyes, he gave him permission to be great and expected that of him. This lasted until Endeavor eventually told Touya that there is more to his life than being Endeavor's 'mini me' and refused to compromise for Touya's sake.

He didn't do this with Fuyumi or Natsuo, but I think at this point he would've been willing to care about them if they offered something he thought was valuable. Because at the end of the day, even if Touya wasn't going to be a hero, Endeavor believed he'd still do great things. That he would bring honor to their name.

Endeavor only started caring about how he treated his family once he saw what it did to Dabi. His wife's mental breakdown didn't do it. The disfiguration of his youngest didn't do it. Breaking his child down until all he was was just another puddle of vomit on the floor at the age of five didn't do it. Not even the death of his beloved child did it.

But seeing how he ruined Touya's potential did.

Endeavor's change only came from the knowledge that he was his own ruin. His apologies come from a place of selfishness and it destroyed his family.

The thing that both Shouto and Dabi had in common is that they both just wanted to be enough for Endeavor. And at the end of the day, and the manga, I truly don't think that was ever achieved.

And that is why I can never forgive Endeavor.

[lvoryingrid]

Embers of Sorrow Chapter 1

Hawks x fem! TodorokiReader

Synopsis: Years after her family's trauma, lawyer (Y/n) Todoroki visits her ailing mother with Fuyumi. On her way home, she is attacked by a villain but is saved by Hawks, the No. 2 hero.

Years had passed since that fateful evening, and (Y/n) Todoroki had carved out a life for herself that was distinctly separate from the oppressive shadows of her family's tumultuous past. Now a formidable lawyer dedicated to putting villains behind bars, she had vowed never to follow in her father's footsteps, choosing instead to pursue justice through the law. Her fiery red hair, now a striking cascade of waves, blazed like a beacon, drawing the eye and commanding attention wherever she went. Her turquoise eyes, once innocent and wide, had hardened into mirrors of steely resolve, each glance reflecting a spirit that had been tempered by years of struggle and unwavering determination.

Though she had distanced herself from her father and his overbearing presence, (Y/n) had remained deeply connected with Fuyumi and Natsuo. The three siblings had woven an unbreakable bond from the threads of their shared pain, each thread a testament to their resilience and their collective desire to forge a brighter, kinder future. Together, they had become each other's sanctuary, a living proof that even in the darkest of times, family could be a source of strength and hope.

However, her relationship with Shoto was a different story. Strained and brittle, it bore the scars of their father's relentless and unforgiving training regime, a regime that had left little room for the nurturing of familial bonds. While she admired Shoto's strength and resolve, the emotional distance between them was a chasm she longed to bridge. Each interaction was tinged with the unspoken weight of their shared history, and despite her efforts, the ghost of their father's influence still loomed large, casting a shadow over their attempts to reconnect.

One brisk autumn afternoon, (Y/n) sat in her office, the golden hues of the setting sun casting a warm glow through the window. She was deep in thought, her brows furrowed in concentration as she reviewed a particularly challenging case file. It was about a civilian who had accidentally activated his quirk, resulting in injuries to several bystanders. His claim of not being able to control it seemed genuine, yet the incident's severity demanded careful scrutiny.

Her phone buzzed, breaking the intense silence of the room. She glanced at the screen and saw Fuyumi's name flashing. A small smile tugged at her lips despite the gravity of her work. She picked up the phone, and before Fuyumi even spoke, she could sense the soft, comforting tone in her sister's voice.

"Hey, Fuyumi," (Y/n) greeted, her voice tinged with warmth and a hint of relief.

“(Y/n), how are you doing?” Fuyumi began, her tone genuine and carrying a hint of happiness at the chance to talk to her older sister.

"I'm good. How are you?" (Y/n) replied, slowly putting down the case papers she had been engrossed in. She turned to gaze out the window, her eyes tracing the familiar skyline of the city.

“I just left work and I'm heading to the hospital to see Mom. Do you want to come with me?”

(Y/n) felt a pang of anxiety twist in her chest. Visits to their mother were always fraught with complex emotions. While Fuyumi and Natsuo seemed to find solace in these visits, (Y/n) harbored conflicted feelings. Touya's words echoed in her mind: "Our family is broken. Dad's a monster, and Mom... she's just as responsible for our fate as he is. We were deemed failures from the start." Yet, there was something in Fuyumi’s voice today that felt different, almost hopeful.

“I’ll be there,” she said firmly, pushing aside her doubts.

“Great,” Fuyumi replied, a note of relief in her voice. “I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

As the call ended, (Y/n) leaned back in her chair, her eyes drifting back to the city skyline. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the buildings and painting the sky in vibrant shades of orange and pink. It reminded her of the countless sunsets she had watched with her siblings, each one a fleeting moment of peace amidst their turbulent lives. They had dreamed of a future where they could escape their father's crushing expectations and their mother's overwhelming despair.

With a deep breath, (Y/n) stood up, feeling the weight of those dreams and the hope that maybe, just maybe, this visit could be different.

(Y/n) walked through the hospital’s sliding doors, immediately enveloped by the sterile scent of antiseptics and the rhythmic sounds of footsteps and distant conversations. She spotted Fuyumi standing near the lobby's large windows, her expression transforming from weary vigilance to jolly relief as she saw (Y/n) approach.

“Hey,” (Y/n) greeted her softly, pulling her sister into a tight, comforting embrace. “How’s she doing?”

Fuyumi’s face brightened, her grey eyes sparkling with a mixture of hope and lingering apprehension. “The doctors say she’s having a good day,” she replied, her voice a soothing balm to (Y/n)'s frayed nerves. “She’s been more and more relaxed.”

(Y/n)’s heart clenched at the news, a tumultuous swirl of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. She took a deep breath, striving to steady herself. “That’s wonderful to hear,” she said, her voice steady but her eyes betraying the storm within. “Let’s go see her.”

Together, the sisters walked down the familiar corridors, their footsteps echoing softly against the polished floors. Each step was a journey through the labyrinth of their shared history, filled with memories and unspoken fears, but also with an unyielding bond of love and resilience.

Rei Todoroki lay in the bed, her once vibrant eyes now dulled by years of pain and medication. The sterile white room, with its muted colors and the beeping of medical equipment, seemed to amplify the contrast between her past vitality and her present frailty. Yet, as her gaze fell upon her daughters, a flicker of recognition and warmth ignited within her eyes.

“Mom,” (Y/n) said softly, approaching the bedside with a mixture of trepidation and hope. “We’re here.”

Rei’s eyes welled with tears, the delicate shimmer betraying the flood of emotions she had long kept at bay. Her hand, though trembling with age and weariness, reached out to grasp (Y/n)’s with a tenderness that spoke of deep, unspoken regret and longing. “My girls,” she whispered, her voice a raspy echo of what it once was. “I’m so glad you came.”

Fuyumi, with her own heart a mosaic of sorrow and solace, pulled a chair close and settled beside their mother. Her expression was a portrait of quiet resolve and tender affection. “Mom, how are you feeling today?” she asked, her voice soothing and filled with genuine concern.

Rei’s frail lips curved into a smile, a gesture that seemed to light up the room despite her physical frailty. “I’m great now that you’re both here,” she said softly, her voice carrying a depth of emotion that transcended her physical state. She held both their hands, her touch a fragile bridge connecting the past and the present, the hurt and the healing.

As the three of them settled into the quiet of the hospital room, the warmth of their reunion began to soften the edges of their unspoken tensions. Fuyumi, always the gentle mediator, took the lead in filling the room with a sense of comfort and normalcy. She chatted with their mother about her work and recent experiences as a school teacher, her voice a soothing thread in the delicate fabric of their conversation.

Rei’s eyes softened as she listened, a smile tugging at her lips. “That sounds wonderful, Fuyumi. I’m so proud of you,” she said, her voice filled with a warmth that seemed to defy her frail state. “You’ve always had such a big heart.”

Fuyumi’s smile widened, and she looked over at (Y/n) with a glimmer of mischief. “And what about you, (Y/n)? How’s the legal world treating you?”

(Y/n) nodded, her own smile touched with a hint of pride. “It’s challenging, but rewarding,” she replied, her voice steady and composed.

Rei’s eyes, though dimmed by the years, lit up with genuine interest. “You’ve always been so driven, (Y/n). It sounds like you’re making a real impact.”

As the conversation continued, (Y/n) observed the interactions between her mother and sister with a sense of detachment. Despite the outward calm she maintained, a storm of emotions brewed beneath her composed exterior. She had never felt particularly close to her parents, and her relationship with them remained strained by the weight of their past. The scars of her upbringing lingered, and while she wore a facade of serenity, it masked the turmoil she felt inside.

(Y/n) turned her gaze to the window, watching the last rays of sunlight dance across the city skyline. She thought about the countless times she had tried to bridge the gaps within her family, only to find herself on the fringes of their emotional landscape. The distance between them was not just physical but emotional, forged in the fires of their shared history and the painful legacies of their upbringing.

Rei’s gaze shifted from Fuyumi to (Y/n) with a soft, inquisitive look. Despite her frail state, there was a genuine curiosity in her eyes. “So, my dears,” she began, her voice tender, “how are your brothers doing? I haven’t heard much from them lately.”

Fuyumi’s face brightened with a playful glimmer in her eyes. She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice with a conspiratorial tone. “Well, Mom, Natsuo has been quite busy lately. In fact, I think he might have a girlfriend.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened with mock surprise, and she let out a soft, amused giggle. “Really now? That’s news to me!" Fuyumi chuckled, a mischievous sparkle dancing in her eyes. “He’s definitely been spending a lot of time away from home. You know how secretive he is about those things"

(Y/n) laughed softly, her earlier tension easing with the light-hearted exchange. “Ah, Natsuo. He’s always been so serious about his studies, so it’s nice to hear he’s got a bit of romance in his life. I remember how he used to turn red whenever I’d tease him about his crushes."

Rei’s eyes twinkled with amusement, and she managed a weak but genuine smile. “It sounds like he’s growing up and finding his own way. I’m glad to hear he’s happy. And what about Shoto? How is he?”

The mention of Shoto brought a subtle shift in (Y/n)’s demeanor. She took a moment to gather her thoughts before responding. “Shoto is... well, he’s still the same as ever. Dedicated to his hero work study and determined as always. We haven’t had much chance to catch up recently, but I know he’s been keeping busy.”

Fuyumi nodded in agreement. “He’s been doing great with his hero duties. He’s always been so committed to his role, and while he doesn’t always show it, I think he’s finding a way to balance his hero work and personal life.”

Rei’s face softened with understanding, though a shadow of concern lingered in her eyes. “I’m glad to hear he’s doing well, even if it’s from a distance. I know he’s had a lot to carry on his shoulders.”

(Y/n) looked at her mother, feeling the weight of her words. “Yes, he does. We’ve all had our own struggles, but we’re managing. We’re a bit of a patchwork family, but we’re making it work.”

The conversation drifted into lighter topics, the sisters sharing anecdotes about their daily lives and their moments of respite amidst their responsibilities. For a brief time, the room felt filled with the echoes of laughter and shared memories, a small island of peace in the sea of their complex emotions.

The hospital room was bathed in the soft hum of the night, a serene lull enveloping the space as Fuyumi and (Y/n) prepared to part ways. The air seemed to hold its breath as Fuyumi, with deliberate and tender movements, leaned in to press a gentle kiss to their mother’s cheek. Her touch was light, but it carried the weight of a promise.

“I’ll visit again soon, Mom,” she whispered, her voice a soothing balm that spoke of unwavering love and commitment.

(Y/n) followed, her heart heavy with the sorrow of impending goodbyes. She brushed a stray strand of hair from their mother’s face, her fingers lingering in a gesture of affectionate farewell. “Take care, Mom. We’ll see you soon,” she murmured, her voice trembling with the ache of her emotions.

With their farewells spoken, the sisters turned away reluctantly, the dim glow of the hallway lights casting a gentle, melancholic hue over their retreating forms. As they walked together towards the hospital’s entrance, the silence between them was a canvas of quiet reflection, each lost in their own reverie.

Fuyumi was the first to break the silence, her voice soft and contemplative as they reached the lobby. “I’m glad we came,” she said, her words carrying a sense of relief and solace. “It felt good to see Mom a little more at ease.”

(Y/n) nodded in agreement, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and hope. She managed a faint, reassuring smile. “Me too. It’s a start, at least.”

They embraced once more, the hug a silent exchange of comfort and shared grief, before parting ways. Fuyumi headed towards their family home, the rhythmic crunch of leaves underfoot marking her departure. (Y/n) began her walk home, the autumn air crisp and invigorating, carrying with it the scent of fallen leaves and the subtle promise of change.

As she meandered down the quiet, dimly lit streets, her mind meandered through the day’s fleeting moments of connection with her mother. Each step felt like a movement through a fragile tapestry of emotions, woven with threads of hope and melancholy. The autumn breeze whispered through the trees, echoing the complex blend of uplift and unease that lingered in her heart.

ost in thought, she was suddenly jolted from her reverie by a rough hand gripping her shoulder. Before she could react, she was forcefully shoved against the wall of a narrow alleyway, the harsh impact knocking the breath from her lungs. Her heart raced as she looked up, her turquoise eyes meeting the cold, calculating gaze of a masked figure.

“Give me your bag,” the masked villain growled, his voice muffled and menacing. The glint of a weapon—perhaps a knife—caught the dim streetlight, adding a tangible edge to his threat.

Instinctively, (Y/n)’s hands moved to protect her belongings, but she remained calm, her mind racing even as her body was pushed to the brink of fear. She could feel the weight of the villain’s threat, but she was also acutely aware of the city’s quiet hum just beyond the alley—a reminder that help could be near if she could buy time.

“Alright, alright,” (Y/n) said, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart. “Just—let me get it for you.”

With careful movements, she reached for her bag, her fingers brushing against the strap as she slowly unfastened it. She tried to keep her movements deliberate and non-threatening, hoping to avoid any sudden actions that might escalate the situation.

The villain’s eyes were locked on her, his grip on her shoulder firm and unyielding. “Hurry up. I don’t have all night.”

As (Y/n) fumbled with the strap of her bag, her mind raced, each heartbeat echoing with fear and the desperate hope for a way out. The villain's menacing presence loomed over her, the blade’s glint a harsh reminder of the danger she faced. Her breathing was shallow, and despite her attempts to remain composed, her hands trembled.

The alleyway felt increasingly claustrophobic, the walls closing in as the villain's impatient growl echoed in the narrow space. Every second felt like an eternity, her anxiety mounting with each passing moment.

Suddenly, a red flash streaked past her peripheral vision. Before she could fully comprehend what was happening, a powerful force surged forward, shoving the villain away from her with an explosive impact. The masked figure was flung against the opposite wall, his weapon clattering to the ground.

Instinctively, (Y/n) ducked, her heart pounding as she turned her gaze toward the source of the intervention. As the dust settled, she saw a striking figure standing between her and the disoriented villain. Crimson wings, like fiery plumes of a phoenix, flared out dramatically behind him, their brilliance casting a warm, protective light. The man’s blonde hair, tousled and wind-tousled, glowed under the streetlights, making him unmistakably recognizable.

It was the No. 2 hero, Hawks.

Masterlist

[newtscamandersbf]

hot take ? unpopular opinion ? idk but anyways i dont agree that endeavors redemption arc shouldnt have happened. that doesnt mean im an endeavor apologist, i hate that bitch; but i think it shows a contrast w other mha abusers. for example overhaul never did apologize to eri, never saw what he did as wrong, and basically stopped thinking about her. on the other hand endeavor finally realised that he was a horrible person and tried to change, apologizing to his family, and accepting all of his familys reactions. mha doesnt even portray a single one of the todorokis reactions as ‘wrong’. horikoshi isnt forcing anyone to forgive endeavor; we’re shown that shouto isnt forgiving nor forgetting but is willing to move forward and aknowledges that hes trying to change, rei aknowledges that hes making an effort to be better but still doesnt want to see him again, fuyumi forgives him and tries to move on due to her desire for a happy family, natsuo is unwilling to accept his apology or the fact that hes trying to change and wants to cut contact w him. but none of those reactions are portrayed as ‘the wrong one’ because ultimately you dont have to forgive your abuser, and its perfectly fine not to. endeavor himself accepts the fact that natsuo wants to cut contact with him, even if he realised he loved and cared about him. me personally ? ive never been abused, and i dont have a right to tell others whether or not they should forgive endeavor. i aknowledge his redemption and still hate him. aknowledging his redemption doesnt mean forgiving him.

[class1akids]

Did you watch the new live action of ATLA ? Recently I've seen the live action and animated version of ATLA and all i can see is that the parallels between Zuko and shoto are insane?!

No, I haven't watched it. I've spent a few years in the ATLA fandom, I love the show, but I have been pretty disappointed in LoK and the comics, so I have no desire to see any further spin-offs and re-thinking and just want to keep the original in my head in its near-perfection.

I think I've written also about Zuko and Shouto - this question comes up a lot. There are a some parallels between them, but I think they come from common literary and manga tropes:

Abusive family

Toxic father / daddy issues

Absent mother / mother issues

Facial scar as symbol of pain endured

Healing arc

Found family

Ruined sibling relationship with a sibling possessing blue fire due to shared abuse / toxic family

Fire powers that unlock with healing

Unconventional use of fire power that symbolizes healing (Zuko's lightning redirect and Shouto's Phosphor)

But if you look beyond these tropes, I think the psychology between them is very different:

Zuko is a "black sheep" / failure character, desperate for his father's approval. In his attempt to earn that approval, he does pretty bad things, betrays his uncle and needs to go on a redemption arc to learn to let go of the need for his blood father's approval and embrace the father who truly raised him - Iroh.

Shouto by contrast is a "golden child" / "masterpiece" character (more like Azula in that sense), but he's never after his father's approval. His arc is about gaining autonomy and sense of self, healing, forgiving and reconnecting with his family. And his ultimate challenge is not to let go of his need for his family, but to learn to accept that in order to find himself, Shouto needs to learn to see and accept his father as a flawed human being as well.

Just think of their endgames. Zuko's endgame is to reject his father and walk away. Shouto's endgame is keep fighting for his family despite every let-down and rejection.

So I think despite the many similarities, both arcs deep down are quite different and unique. In ATLA Zuko and Azula both develop and change, Ozai stays as a static, one-dimensional evil character. In the Todoroki family, everyone is more dynamic. Shouto, Touya and Endeavor all change, but so does Rei, Fuyumi and Natsuo. While Zuko has Iroh’s unconditional love to counterbalance Ozai, Shouto has no “Iroh” character to guide him. Even if you could argue that All Might’s inspiration is the counterbalance to Endeavor’s abuse, All Might is quite a distant figure for Shouto. So his journey in that way is more about understanding and assimilating the human characteristics of both Endeavor and All Might into his own end goal of who he wants to be.

The ATLA Fire family is about Zuko's coming to terms that he'll never get the family he wanted. The Todoroki family is about coming together and reconnecting a fractured family.

[delawaredetroit]

Hello! natsuo becoming the league of villain’s medic is fun concept within fics especially when it’s paired with a side helping of natshig but do you think it’s a concept backed by canon? like would it be in-character for natsuo to join/help or even just be sympathetic to the lov? and what do you think would have needed to happen in order to push natsuo towards the direction of league of villains?

Within the events of canon and somehow Natsuo meets the League: hard no, Natsuo wouldn't be sympathetic to the League.

Natsuo isn't Touya. Touya before his quirk backfired was raised to believe he was better than other people and destined for a higher purpose (of defeating All Might as Endeavor's proxy). He was only cast aside when Touya's body couldn't withstand the flames. Part of why Touya can rationalize the death and destruction he caused was because he was initially raised to believe he was a special person along with the dissonance of reality hitting him in the face of that not actually being the case.

Natsuo was always neglected. He is the only Todoroki sibling that never fit the expectations of either of his parents. Shouto was Endeavor's masterpiece. Touya for a brief time was set up to be Endeavor's successor. Fuyumi was born from Rei's wish for the Todorokis to be a real family outside of Endeavor's schemes. Natsuo was intended to be a replacement for Touya but failed to meet that expectation from birth. And therefore, Natsuo had been conditioned from birth to prioritize other people's needs over his own.

Given that context, there would need to be big changes in canon events for Natsuo to even be sympathetic to the League. The other problem with actually joining was that Dabi was in the League. And to Dabi whose first priority was destroying Endeavor, Natsuo would be more valuable as a hostage or victim than as a medic.

I also couldn't see Natsuo going along with Dabi's goal of killing Shouto unless Natsuo was disappeared before the kettle incident or he and Shouto had some blowup conflict before the Sports Festival where Shouto acted like the spitting image of Endeavor. On the other hand, it probably wouldn't take much more for Natsuo to agree to taking out Endeavor. Some options could be: Natsuo witnessing Sekoto Peak, Rei dying from the consequences of the abuse, or Fuyumi not being there to support Natsuo growing up.

Even if Natsuo could get behind killing Endeavor, Natsuo would probably find the endless destruction the League desired unconvincing. However, there could have been an opening if any of the above events occurred making Natsuo want to kill Endeavor and after society accepted Endeavor as Number One Hero.

Now Natsuo unintentionally helping the League even within canon would be totally plausible. Given how much he detests his father, he probably doesn't follow hero news and wouldn't recognize the League members. He could easily end up patching one of them up if they were looking pathetic and injured in his line of sight.

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Idk what to tell to the people who still don't get that although is okay to teach kids the rules to live in a society (like respect others or don't kill or whatever), Kotaro Shimura, Enji Todoroki and Toga's parents didn't care as much for society rules as they care for the rules that made them feel okay at home.

Which in the end caused the main villain trio to reject authority and society and turn into violence, since they did try to use words as kids and were royally ignored.

Tenko, Touya and Toga tried very hard to be good kids, but in their parents conception it was not enough 'cause they couldn't repress some of their needs: they wanted their dads and moms to accept them as they were, to accept who they wanted to be, to accept the way they expressed love and accept the way they interacted with their surroundings.

In Tenko's case, Kotaro was unable to accept his kid desire to become a hero. His could be the worst case in bnha, given the violence of his tragedy and how misfortune (maybe even something else) played on it ending so badly. Tomura himself said that house rejected his very identity, even tho Hana tried to support him in secret and Nao stood up for him, little too late. For what we saw of him as a child, his only defect as a son was wanting to be a pro-hero, dream that got him beaten up for, grounded in a rather cruelly manner. Kotaro's trauma turned him into an irrational man, his hatred for heroes was both the build up and the catalysis of the tragedy that ended the lives of the people he loved the most.

Tenko didn't become a villain because he was an evil kid. He became a villain because AFO wanting it so and because Kotaro inculcated in him such extreme hatred.

In Touya's case, it's a bit more complicated. I don't believe Enji's obsession was completely evil in nature, although his actions were truly selfish and it became later abusive, when his desperation blinded him to the point he was unable to understand how bad he has turned out to be. Like in Tenko's case, the mother is at fault only in yhe sense that their lack of intervention allowed the situation to escalate 'til they couldn't prevent it anymore. Touya's case differentiates itself in the fact that he was older than Tenko, his behavior declining over the years into extreme violence, unlike the way Tenko exploded in murder glee when Kotaro hit him one last time.

The lack of proper attention from both Enji and Rei allowed Touya's behavior to become a tragedy. Their negligence, Enji's focus on his work and Shouto (as a project not a son) and Rei's role of a caretaker yet not a mother, combined with the incapacity of Natsuo and Fuyumi to understand what Touya was going through (really, only Shouto could, but at that point Touya hated him too much and Shouto was way too young)... Well, it didn't end well for a kid that didn't want help anymore but attention on his own terms. He was tired of adapting, the same way Tenko rebelled in his insistence of acting the hero way.

The same house rule ( YOU CANNOT BE A HERO ) sent them both to AFO's hands, one way or another. They were kids who couldn't act the way their dads wanted, so fuck them I guess.

That part is compatible to Toga's case. Kinda.

Toga's parents are by far the most twisted of the bunch, which is a lot to say considering that Kotaro hit his kids and Enji even hit his wife. Yet, without having to touch a single hair of their little girl, they inflicted damage so deep she preferred to become a runaway criminal than to stay at home one more day.

At least Kotaro and Enji valued at some level Tenko and Touya's existence. Toga's parents didn't care about her at all. She was as good as a broken doll, an imperfect piece of their furniture, something they wish wasn't related to them at all. Enji was at least worry about his son and he loved him at some degree, the same way Kotaro worry over Tenko was born out of his fear of losing his family. Nothing of it excuses what they do and let it be said that Enji and Kotaro did saw Touya and Tenko as monsters at some point (when Touya tried to kill Shouto and on his Dabi era, when Tenko killed his family and turned to Kotaro). Yet it doesn't compare to the way Toga's parents immediately erased her from their lives, even denying any affiliation. They sent her to that therapy like a car needing to be repaired. She was a sign of status, she was an object that they failed to produce, she was an aberration and a freak, she deserved to be put down.

From the three od them, Toga was the one who struggled the most to fit in socially, not to society standards tho. To her parents.

If all these parents had cared for their kids more than they cared for his own stupid rules maybe things would have been different. But that's the core of their problems, they don't need the whole world to accept them, they need to treat the internalized traumas their parents left them with, the self-hatred and the feeling of inadequacy and the need for acceptance (of themselves) and recognition.

That's why Toga, Izuku and Shouto are the key for their recovery. Acting as mirrors, they are meant to provide the closure the villain trio desperately need. It's not just a sibling or a nemesis bond, but a recognition of the self through the other situation.

If they can accept themselves and correct their ways and get free from their parents absurd rules, if they can move past the child need for their parents validation, maybe they can finally exist in a less painful way.

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What do you think of Shouto/the whole Todoroki family? Like their resolution and stuff

It's better than what I expected lol. I think Endeavor becoming crippled and having to retire from being a hero is a solid conclusion to his character, considering he fucked everything up because of his desire to become the top hero in the first place.

I genuinely thought when Endeavor protected Natsuo in that one scene, that the latter would eventually come around. But in the end he told his father he doesn't want him to be a part of his life with his girlfriend. That was... nice. Because usually everyone is expected to come around.

I don't like that Rei is still with Endeavor/Enji. But oh well. I also don't like Fuyumi has the role of the "peacemaker", mostly because she's the only daughter and it feels sexist/stereotypical that of course the girl is the passive/nice one. If this role was given to one of the boys it would bother me less. Because it definitely is one type of coping mechanism due to trauma.

The family's confrontation with Toya/Dabi was pretty good. I liked Shoto's part with Toya the best. I think it was sweet. I would have preferred if Dabi stayed alive (in better condition) for longer. They could have still visited him in prison.

Basically I would summarize "I feel iffy about some things, but it was better than what I expected, and my expectations were low".

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I feel like Fuyumi should've saved Natuso, instead of Endeavor and the trio. But, like, in the worst way possible.

Ending and Natuso are actually in a even fight. Endeavor, the trio, and Fuyumi arrived from the commotion. Natuso gets distracted, Ending lands a heavy hit, and Fuyumi panics. Fuyumi goes for a "full power, no control" move (basically Snowgrave) and Ending is frozen in a block of ice with lethal hypothermia-level temperatures.

The Todoroki children have minimal screentime so I wanted to establish a few things. First, their quirk capabilities, so it seems like less of an as**pull later. Second, the more unhealthy side of Fuyumi wanting to keep her family together and safe.

And third, if possible, more of an explanation regarding civilian quirk control. Like, more Endeavor going "we need to keep Ending alive because my daughter will be arrested for murder by a non-hero," less "we need to keep Ending alive because I'm such a good guy and it's technically ok if we fail."

Actually I really like this idea and rewrite.

The todoroki kids specifically natosu and fuyumi lack screentime therefore they lack development but they, unlike rei still feel like actual characters with real flaws and realistic reactions.

The series clearly establishes both natosu and fuyumi's feelings and dynamic to their dysfunctional family.

Natosu is the rightfully angry one who tries to continually distance himself from enji and rightfully both despise him and blames him for everything like touya's death (which happend due to his neglect)

Fuyumi is the one who wants to ignore all of it so she just tries to pretend that it's not true and that she does have a happy perfect family. Fuyumi tries to live up to the image that the public expects of a hero family but she also deeply cares for her family and a part of her deeply longs to make those thoughts a reality.

It is exactly that reason that we see fuyumi trying her best to connect everyone and keep a brilliant image when todoroki invites izuku and bakugo over.

However, reality hits fuyumi hard and there are a lot of things she feels when she isn't pretending to uphold the image of a perfect daughter of a perfect family. One of the feelings being an attachment and close relationship with natsou. heck if we are being realistic I think that their relationship could be explored in an unhealthy way for example the series could show us that fuyumi and natsou are so close that it may effect their relationship with other people and its something that they slowly learn to develop out of as they trust and meet more people.

Every time we see natsou on screen fuyumi will be mentioned or be present and the same applies for fuyumi. The narrative introduces them as an inspereable pair even from early on in childhood where we see fuyumi covering natsou's ears to both of then visiting their mother and more.

Having fuyumi be the one to save natsou establish and help emphasise a lot of thing within the narrative like:

Fuyumi's strong desire to keep her family together and uphold the image of a perfect family

The ice powers that the himura's have

More world building within quirk use and heroes wanting to keep their reputation spotless at all cost

This also helps shine the dangers of being a heroes child or family member and how it can put them in danger

Also if the aftermath of the fuyumi vs ending fight is dealt correctly it can show the more corruption side of heroes specifically enji

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Thoughts about mha new chapter

I'm going to be honest, I forgot that there was a new chapter and when I remembered I looked for the 425 leaks and I got confused, apart from this I don't have much to say.

I think in previous posts I said that the chapter was going to be about the todoroki and a closure for their plot. Liking or disliking this chapter will depend on each person, but the truth is that it was an ending and honestly there are 4 chapters left to close everything. The next chapters will surely be about Spinner, Toga and with some luck Horikoshi's mediocrity will allow Izuku to have a minimum reflection on Tomura but who knows.

However, speaking of the leaks of this chapter in general, for me the most important thing would be:

1. Touya is possibly going to die at some point.

2. Natsu is going to cut off contact with Endeavor permanently. Here I’m going to clarify something, the truth is that I liked the dynamics of Todoroki children, many praised Natsu for maintaining resentment and hatred towards Endeavor while Fuyumi received a lot of hate because she wanted a united family, Shoto was an intermediate point, he resents his father but still maintains some type of relationship without cutting off contact completely. I think that the reactions of the three children regarding their family story are a representation of reality, there are people like Natsu who will cut off all contact with the abuser regardless of whether they seek redemption, Fuyumi wanted to keep the family together (we saw it with the scenes of them trying to eat together). Although we don’t know if this attitude changed, Fuyumi possibly still maintains contact with Endeavor at the end, Shoto is more difficult to say, he may follows Natsu's path or  consider maintaining contact like Fuyumi but more distant and limited way. The positive thing is that Shoto has emotional support in his UA classmates.

3. Tied to point 1, Endeavor seems determined not only to assume all responsibilities but to give Touya all his attention while he’s still alive, from the few posts I saw I know that there is some criticism that Endeavor still plays such a leading role here, and how Shoto and Touya should have more argumentative importance for their relationship. However, Endeavor is the unifying factor between them, beyond Shoto's desires to save Touya because they’re family, much of Touya's attention to Shoto It focuses on how Shoto was the perfect child that Endeavor always looked for, the one who was born to replace him because he was damaged merchandise, without Endeavor their relationship wouldn’t have the weight it has because Touya wouldn’t have been interested in Shoto as he was.

4. Nagant is fine, my heart takes a little happiness at this and although her being in prison is not my particular taste, I like that it’s of her own will and because she still doesn’t trust about them becoming her into a weapon again, I like that she is well.

5. Gentle and La Brava are good too.

6. Hawks and his new position (I'm not very interested in his character)

7. Spinner appears and possibly the next chapter will focus on him. Here we will see what will happen to him, so far Horikoshi seems to be getting rid of the villains in one way or another, Tomura dead (for now if nothing changes), Touya on his way to death, Spinner could have serious neurological damage from the quirks given by AFO. If I'm honest, the one who is in the best condition is Toga, although she gave her blood to Ochako, she didn’t have deep wounds and with some luck beyond the blood loss given to Ochako, she’s the one who has the best chance of recovering.

But back to Spinner, someone enters to his hospital room, the question would be who the person is? We have options and they are all possible, Toga, Izuku (who has a message) or Shoji. I’m more inclined to these last two than Toga because Midoriya still has to talk about Tomura and Shoji would be the closure of the heteromorphic discrimination plot. On this point I'm going to say that the plot was very sloppy, the confrontation between Spinner and Shoji will be seen in retrospect and I'm sorry but Shoji's words to Spinner at that moment were shit, I hope at least if Shoji and Spinner talk again the advice isn’t to be good because then they will stop discriminating against you.

Well, it seems that I actually had quite a bit to say, but I think I touched on all the points that I consider important, I don't consider the chapter to be either bad or good, it’s just a closing of the plot.

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Touya Todoroki: Hogwarts AU

Touya Todoroki is a Pureblood wizard (Lycanthrope) that was born on the 18th of January 1961 and started attending Hogwarts on the 1st of September 1972, being sorted into Slytherin house.

He has a Blackthorn wand with a Dragon Heartstring Core.

His Patronus is a Hebridean Black.

His favorite subject was Defense Against the Dark Arts and his least favorite was Ancient Runes.

Touya was very energetic and boisterous as a child, and he wanted to learn as much as he could from his father. Because his father, Enji, had emphasized that he would be the one to surpass Toshinori Yagi since childhood, Touya became obsessed with fulfilling that dream, becoming just as stubborn as his father to become the Head of the Auror's Department. This drive to surpass Yagi was so great that, despite Enji telling him to abandon this goal and focus on something else, Touya refused and continued training, burning himself in the process. Touya described his goal as a fire that his father lit within him that would not go out and that he could not bring himself to ignore, highlighting how his childhood dream became an unhealthy obsession. Rei, however, construed that Touya simply yearned for his father's acknowledgment and proof that he wasn't a failure, something that became more apparent following the birth of Shoto, who had inherited the magic and strength that Touya lacked.

Touya's obsession would go on to make him further unstable, becoming indifferent to the damage his training was doing to his own body and also shrugged off concerns from his sister and mother, stating that his younger siblings lived in a different world than him. At one point, Touya even lashed out and attacked his mother and an infant Shoto with his accidental magic when his father refused to look at him. Being aware of the arranged marriage of his parents, Touya grew bitter towards his mother when she tried to dissuade him from training, claiming that she held just as much responsibility as Enji for why he was born, words that shook Rei to her core. Despite this, he wasn't completely callous towards his family as he had a reasonably good relationship with Fuyumi and Natsuo while growing up, and he also expressed regret for trying to attack Shoto while admitting that he was wrong.

After feeling abandoned by Enji, who became focused on Touya's youngest brother Shoto, Touya went through an existential crisis and would cry out of frustration every night. Nevertheless, he continued to train despite the harm he would suffer, hoping to surpass Shoto and gain his father's approval. Touya even cried out of pure happiness when he saw his magic evolve and become stronger. However, when his father didn't meet with him to see this discovery, Touya broke down emotionally and lost track of time, which led to him getting attacked by a werewolf and was nearly mauled to death. Even after surviving and escaping from the werewolf pack that kidnapped him 3 years later, however, Touya still went home and wanted to see his father again, yet also desired to make amends with his family for attacking Shoto and his mistreatment of them. After seeing that nothing had changed and that Enji was still obsessed with training Shoto to become his successor, Touya psychologically broke, taking this action that all he ever was to his father was a failed and discarded attempt at reaching his selfish ambitions. This mental breakdown caused Touya to completely abandon his old self and become Dabi, a murderous and pyromaniacal werewolf obsessed with ruining his father's reputation and paying him back for all the suffering he went through.

After renaming himself Dabi, he became a stoic, aloof, confident, and focused individual who rarely shows emotion. While rather crude and violent, he's cautious, choosing to retreat when Rumi Usagiyama arrived to aid Enji and made sure not to divulge too much information to Keigo Takami about missions because of the infancy of their relationship. Overall, Dabi is a highly enigmatic individual who trusts no one, preferring to do things alone and in his way. He also gives off the impression of knowing more about certain people than he lets on.

Despite his usual expressionless behavior, Dabi finds joy in establishing himself as a dark wizard fighting what he believes to be corrupted ministry workers, an ideology proposed by his apparent inspiration, Stain. Dabi is dedicated to Stain's mission and desires to destroy the society where Purebloods supreme, sharing his belief that one person with the necessary conviction can do so. He is shown to share Stain's sentiment that aurors are hypocritical and unworthy of their title, but unlike Stain, he does not seem to seek a society with better aurors, believing that true kindness don't exist. Despite his devotion to the Ministry Killer's creed, Dabi does many things that Stain would not, such as attacking innocent bystanders and helping the League get revenge against Kai Chisaki, while also being motivated by his vengeance against Enji. In the end, Dabi only uses Stain's ideals to cover his motives and justify his crimes against the wizarding society.

Dabi takes pleasure in taunting heroic figures, students, and aurors alike, sadistically enjoying the pain he inflicts on others, including those he murders. Sometimes, Dabi engages in psychological warfare to unnerve whoever his opposition is while also allowing himself to cool down from his magic's effects. Very pragmatic in battle, he is rather savvy about how aurors operate and will exploit their natural tendency to rescue others. He is not afraid of causing collateral destruction, rarely holding back, even if it puts his allies at risk.

Dabi is intolerant of most people and can be very derisive, rude, and condescending to everyone with whom he interacts. He insulted Tomura Shigaraki immediately after meeting him and constantly does the same to his allies and enemies but doesn't always do it with the intention of being rude. While the League would go on to develop a strong sense of camaraderie, Dabi has remained distant from them for the most part. He has admitted that he doesn't care for Tomura or the rest of the League and that the value he puts on them comes mostly from their ability to bring his ambitions into reality. This selfish way of thinking establishes Dabi as an extreme sociopath.

However, Dabi appears to at least be capable of feeling some remorse. While he had no problem killing a respected auror, the latter's words appeared to have resonated with him, implying that Dabi has sympathy for those that have lost family due to dark wizards, as well as the loved ones of those who he has killed. Yet, this remorse does not extend to his family, as Dabi has frequently contemplated their deaths for revenge against Enji. He also appears to have specific standards, as upon seeing Fumikage Tokoyami arrive to save Keigo, he was surprised and disgusted by how the ministry were more than willing to bring Hogwarts students into battle, although he could've just been looking down on them for having to rely on wizards in training.

Dabi even displayed some semblance of kindness when he burned down Himiko Toga's family home while she was feeling distraught over it, though he claims he only did it to twist the knife for the ministry. Despite admitting that he held no care for the other League members, he did encourage Jin Bubaigawara to do his best for the League during the war, even hi-fiving him as he ran out to join the battle and took the time to encourage Himiko that they should continue fighting for their cause. This personality aspect shows that Dabi cares enough about his allies to support their morale when needed, even if only for pragmatic and self-serving purposes.

Following the reveal of his identity and his article in the Daily Prophet revealing his childhood, Dabi unveils his far more sadistic and unhinged side, expressing a maddened and gleeful expression upon confronting his father and youngest brother. With his sadism and vengeance fully renewed, Dabi thoroughly relishes any pain he can cause Enji, shown when he attacked Nejire with his long nails and gloated that Enji's flames had burned another child's future. The article in the Daily Prophet has also shown his steadfast belief about the people working for the ministry: they use their good actions to hide and justify all their sins and use the public's admiration of them to keep it that way. He ridicules his father for believing that he could atone for his past abuse of his family and his attempts to change into a better person and does the same when revealing Keigo's father to be a serial criminal who his father had sent to Azkaban. Although he had previously discarded his birth name, he resumes using it after his duel with his father.

Dabi is also aware of his madness and doesn't seem to be against the idea of suicide if it can kill his father or hurt him more, as shown when Dabi attempts to immolate both himself and Shoto in the War. He also expresses how he can't feel anything anymore, not even towards his family, further cementing Dabi's apathy and showing how far he has fallen. He later confirms to Shoto that he's fully intending to go down while taking out Enji, knowing that his vengeance would lead him to death from the start and that killing his father while destroying everything he holds dear will be how he leaves his mark on the world. Upon confronting his father again in the final battle of the Fourth Wizarding War, Dabi intends to use his magic to self-destruct and destroy everything around him. As a result of this, Dabi's loss of sanity causes him to regress back to his childhood thoughts before he starts to explode, as seen by him telling his father to look at him like he did as a child, having completely lost himself to his desire for vengeance.