#hero dabi

[tofumilkbread]

Look me in the face and tell me UA student!Touya WOULDN'T spread false dating rumors of you and him JUST so that he could tease you and accuse YOU of spreading them like the fucking asshole rich kid he is.

[mymhameme]

IDK, a role swap!au I guess with Hero Touya and Villain Hawks.

Not sure if these would be the final designs, my computer broke before I could get too far with them.

Wip.

[thesakuragarnet]

The Boy Born With Everything

Summary:

It had been five years since the war ended. Five long years that Touya had spent in an asylum of a hospital, watching from the other side of a glass tube, occasionally being let out to prevent his muscles from completely atrophying once the surgeries gave him range of motion…or to eat soba with his youngest brother. Once again, his body wasn’t supposed to last a month, much less years. Touya thrived on proving other people wrong…and he’d done it again.

Now, he finds out that, not only is he allowed to go back home (albeit with an ankle monitor), but also, his old hookup has nominated him for the new villain rehabilitation program.

After all these years, Touya will be able to fulfill his dream...he'll be a hero.

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

Word Count (first Two Chapters Posted): 8,212 words

AO3 link

Tags: Fix-It Fic, Hero!Dabi, DabiHawks, LOV redemption, MHA 426 coping (everything after it has been retconned probably with this), swearing, explicit s3xual content, Final War Arc Spoilers, drinking, making out, fluff, angst, smut, hurt/comfort, Touya has Both Quirks (Post-Quirk Awakening)

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Chapter One: Prologue || Before The Betrayal

One week before X day. 

Merging with the Meta Liberation Army had its ups and downs…but this could definitely be shelved in the list of ups. Compress whistles as he rolls the dolly cart into the rec room of the Gunga Mountain Villa, and everyone’s heads turn to stare at the crate full of alcohol. It was a gift from Trumpet for the exponential increase in new recruits. Dabi, Toga, Spinner, and Twice had finished their meetings for the day, and they've been waiting on Compress to return with their “reward for cooperation”. Dabi’s eyes scan the bottles as excited murmurs bubble in the room. 

Alcohol affected his body differently. His fiery Quirk processed it, burning it up almost instantaneously, resulting in him getting shitfaced quickly but also sobering up in the same hour. If Dabi wanted the buzz to last, he had to keep drinking. He was going to have to hoard a bottle for himself. Compress opens the crate with flair, brandishing each bottle as he sets it on the center table. There’s vodka, sake, whiskey…plenty of options. 

“Oh, please can I have some!” Toga beams broadly, reaching for the bottle of vodka, but Dabi snatches it, opening it with little effort. 

“ No ,” Dabi hisses firmly, annoyed at her puppy-eyed stare as Toga pouts, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“What’s the point in being a villain if you can’t break the rules and do what you want?” She grumbles, and Dabi rolls his eyes. 

“It’s for your own good,” Dabi sighs, hating that he sounds like a parent…but he doesn’t want Himiko drunk around this compound of complete strangers. The liberation members come from everywhere…the last thing he wants is for someone to take advantage of Toga when she’s vulnerable, whether that be by stealing the little wad of money she kept in her A-line coat or…he doesn’t even wanna think about it. It comes down to the facts. It’s for her own good.

“C’mon, Dabi . You’re such a letdown . Nah, Toga, he’s right,” Twice replies as he drinks directly from a bottle of sake. Compress rolls his eyes, muttering something about Twice acting like an animal as he snaps, turning the two marbles in his hand into glasses before handing one to Spinner. 

“He’s right, my dear. You should stick to tea,” Compress sniffs as he sits down in one of the armchairs, crossing his legs as he pours whiskey for himself and Spinner. 

Dabi takes a breath as he puts the bottle to his lips, gulping it down, barely registering the ever-so-dull burning sensation running down his throat. The liquor starts filtering through his system the moment he pulls away from the bottle, sighing as the walls around his mind begin to dissolve, letting the real Touya come to the forefront. He found it harder to keep the mask up when he got intoxicated, acting a little more smiley and talkative than usual. He leans back onto the couch, sinking into the textured fabric as he unceremoniously props his leather boots up on the table. 

“C’mon. You guys are so lame !” Toga groans, staring at her fellow League members drinking without her as she kicks her feet in the air on the beanbag. 

“Dabi’s just lookin’ out for you,” Spinner explains, turning to Himiko as he sips his glass. 

“Am not,” Dabi scoffs, trying and failing to keep up his front; in truth, he’d grown to view Toga as a little sister. He felt protective over her; it was incredibly irritating. Dabi starts slugging the vodka, gulping with a comical force that clearly shows he’s trying to get as wasted as possible. 

“If you throw up, you clean up,” Spinner says flatly, but Dabi ignores him, draining the bottle until there’s only half of it left. 

“Fuck, that’s nice,” Dabi huffs; his vision blurs for a moment and his body feels lighter. 

“Guess I’m late to the party,” A familiar voice chuckles from behind Dabi, nearly scaring him out of his skin while simultaneously putting his heart at ease. Dabi never realized how much he enjoyed Hawks’ voice before; he never noticed how it was sweeter than honey beneath the shit-eating grin and the charismatic facade. Dabi would be lying if he said he never found Hawks attractive; embarrassingly, he’s had a little bit of a crush on him for a while. It was infuriating. Hawks has everything Dabi’s always wanted…and it makes his blood boil. He’s got the world’s eyes on him as the number two hero, always watching with overwhelming adoration. He’s got fans, he’s got fame…he’s got the approval of the number one hero…Touya’s father. It almost makes him sick how easy Hawks has it…to be beloved so easily. It’s not fair. 

Dabi stares at Hawks through his thick upper eyelashes, eyes tinged with lust but mouth drooping in a jealous frown. Hawks is too pretty for his own good, Dabi decides the longer he stares at him. Surely that’s not just the alcohol talking. 

“Hawks!” Twice gasps, leaping up from his seat on the floor and wrapping his arms around the hero in a vice-gripping hug. “You made it! I was hoping you’d be hit by a plane on the way here!” 

“Jin, always a pleasure,” Hawks grins, patting him a little less than condescendingly on the head before squirming out of his hold. 

“Care to partake with us?” Compress beckons, flourishing with another glass that practically appears out of thin air. 

“No thanks. Can’t drink and fly. Don’t wanna get a ticket,” Hawks winks, and Dabi almost gags at the terrible joke. But if the dumb bird turned him off that much, why were his thoughts swimming with ideas involving Hawks? Why can’t he stop staring at his lips like he wants to kiss them? The idea of kissing Hawks makes his head spin…makes something stir deep inside that he thought was long dead. Lust? That had to be it. To think it was anything deeper was crazy; the alcohol was just probably making him horny. It was a silly coincidence, regardless of how often he thought of Hawks prior…which was daily. He’d become a little obsessed with his double agent, finding it hard to keep him on a longer metaphorical leash. He enjoyed his company…enjoyed talking to him…it was fucking weird. Sure, Dabi was well aware of his own abandonment issues and attention-seeking habits, but…why did he unconsciously latch onto Hawks ? He pretended to play dumb with himself, shoving any urges or ideas deep back from where they came from in his chest. But now, the alcohol is making them float right back up to the surface. 

Dabi takes another long drink from the bottle, swishing the liquid in his mouth absentmindedly as Hawks makes eye contact with him. The hero looks mildly amused before he leans over the back of the couch, whispering in Dabi’s ear:

“Hey, Dabi, I need to talk to you. Can we take a walk?”

His husky voice and the heat of his breath totally don’t send something that can only be described as arousal pulsing through Dabi’s lungs. He hates it. It’s stupid. It’s just because he’s drunk. He’s clingier than usual…and Hawks is objectively attractive. That’s the only explanation. 

“Mkay,” Dabi slurs, finishing off the bottle before slamming it on the table as he swallows a hiccup. He leaps to his feet on swaying legs, the room spinning ever so slightly and making him marginally nauseous. 

“Fuck,” He whines under his breath, regretting chugging so much alcohol in a short period. Granted, he’d planned to just chill out on the couch all night, but, apparently, that was no longer the case. 

“Back later,” Dabi murmurs sloppily to anyone who cares as he follows Hawks out of the room and into the hall. 

Dabi is in another world; he’s hearing Hawks’ voice but not processing anything he’s saying at all. He’s mumbling and nodding, the illusion of paying attention, but he’s too captivated by the faint glitters in the hero’s irises. His gaze falls onto Hawks’ lips…they look so soft. Soft enough that part of Touya wants to reach out and touch them, even though he knows he wouldn’t be able to feel them. His senses are so fucked up…it cuts him viscerally to the core how much he wishes he could feel things again. Every sensation is dulled except his emotions, ironically…which have always been the strongest to begin with. His emotions are still as real and passionate and reactive as they were before his accident at Sekoto Peak. 

The two keep walking down the hall, Hawks dawdling on about whatever “intel” he’s managed to obtain and how many copies of the Liberation manifesto he’s disseminated. Dabi loses his balance for a moment, nearly stumbling and falling on his face, but Hawks catches him, arm lurching forward and clutching his chest. Dabi blinks as he stands up straight, turning to look at Hawks. The hero seems… concerned . Why the fuck should he be concerned about him ? Hawks has zero reasons to give a shit. His eyes dart to the hero’s lips again…and lust undoubtedly pools in his gut. 

Dabi just wants to feel something…anything at this point. Anything other than the raging anger and desperation that’s always bubbling beneath the surface of his cold and callous facade. Hell, just his imagination is enough to set his shriveled heart ablaze. The concept of another person…of Hawks touching him intimately…it’s ethereal. The temporary drunk confidence makes him completely interrupt Hawks as he slurs:

“Doyouwannamakeout?”

“Dabi. You’re drunk,” Hawks snorts, caught off guard and probably flustered with the sudden spray of pink that dusts his cheeks. 

“I’d make out with you sober, too. And other things. If you wanted,” Dabi mutters bluntly, pointing his finger at Hawks and poking him sharply in the chest, “I don’t really wanna talk business with you right now.”

Hawks raises an eyebrow before taking a look around. 

“Right here in the hallway?” He smirks in disbelief, but Dabi roughly shakes his head before grabbing Hawks’ wrist. 

“My bedroom.”

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…

The door slams shut behind Dabi, and he hears the click of the lock as the dam breaks and his inhibitions go up in azure flames. As soon as Hawks turns back around, Dabi’s hands cup his face and pull him into an overwhelming kiss. Kissing Hawks is just as heavenly as he’d imagined it. It’s perfect even in the haze of alcohol. From Hawks’ point of view, it’s suffocating; Dabi’s clearly never kissed anyone before. 

Dabi drunkenly moans into Hawks’ mouth, panting weakly as Hawks’ tongue slides against his. Hawks takes his gloves off, throwing them on the floor in a rush before running his hands through Dabi’s hair, fingers combing through the cheaply dyed fluffy locks. 

In the back of Dabi’s brain, he knows this is probably empty; Hawks is probably seducing him for intel to get closer…to gain Dabi’s trust. That’s why he agreed so quickly. There’s no logical reason he’d actually be interested in his disgusting patchwork mug. But…part of Dabi wonders if he does feel something for him…if there’s a chance that he’s actually wanted by someone…for once in his miserable fucking life. He shoves the thought back into the recesses of his mind, focusing on the faint sensation of Hawks’ lips as they suck and bite and lick Dabi’s troubles away. Dabi’s hands drop to rest at Hawks’ waist, gripping tightly beneath his jacket as his fingertips slide along the sides of the hero’s belt.

“Top or bottom?” Hawks grins slyly as he breaks the kiss. Dabi’s mind reels; not only was he kissing Hawks, but they were gonna have sex. It’s highly suspicious for the hero to want to move so fast; the Commission probably ordered Hawks to get information by any means necessary, but who knows when he’s going to get another chance like this? It’s not like Dabi’s even had sex before…and now…the number two hero is going to be his first time. 

“Don’t care- hah -just want you,” Dabi huffs, greedily pulling Hawks in by the front of his shirt for another filthy kiss. Hawks melts into the gesture, hands delicately reaching down to unbuckle Dabi’s belt. Dabi breaks free from the kiss with a gasp, looking through his fuzzy vision to watch Hawks slip the belt off him with ease, tossing it to the side before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Dabi blinks, and he’s on his back on the bed; Hawks tugs the villain’s pants down enough to free his half-hard cock from his gray boxers. Dabi’s eyes widen as he watches Hawks climb onto the bed, kneeling down to press a gentle kiss to the tip of Dabi’s dick. The villain gulps, chills rolling beneath his skin as he stares at Hawks; the Pro kisses up and down his shaft, maintaining eye contact beneath his winged eyeliner, seamless and sexy. 

Dabi chews his scarred bottom lip, imagining what it would be like to fuck Hawks’ throat. Imagining what it would be like to fuck him…to be fucked by him…to succumb to mutual pleasure. The concept of feeling good was foreign to him, much less in a sexual manner, but this whole situation stirred his insides from his brain to his balls. If he was going to die in the war in a week, he might as well not die a virgin, even if he was so drunk he might fall asleep before aftercare. 

“You taste sweet. Not what I was expecting,” Hawks sneers as he laps up the beads of precome slowly dripping down. “But I’m not complaining.”

He’s doing this on purpose. The soft whisper of his voice and the deep intonations send vibrations up Dabi’s spine. Hawks is completely giving his all to seduce him right now. Dabi doesn’t care. He doesn’t care that he’ll probably be even clingier after this hookup. The war was in a week. And he would be dead. This wouldn’t matter. What does matter is for fucking once he’s giving in to his inhibitions…to an experience that he’s never had…one that might reward him in the end. His dopamine pathways must function somewhat . 

Hawks presses his lips to Dabi’s tip before slowly taking him into his mouth, sucking his length inch by glorious inch. 

“Fuck,” Dabi borderline whimpers, his other hand reaching down to run through the hero’s blonde locks. He was pretty sure he was getting off more on the idea of everything that’s happening than what he was actually feeling, but, regardless, it felt euphoric. This was a high he’d never felt before; it made his head feel floaty and his stomach feel warm and his heart pound with a violent fervor. 

Dabi’s head falls back onto the pillow, arm coming up reflexively, hiding his eyes as his back arches and his jaw drops. His voice comes out in a raspy groan, low and long and rising in pitch the more Hawks’ head bobs up and down. Dabi mumbles something unintelligible, panting heavily as he resists the urge to buck his hips. The lewd noises consume Dabi’s bedroom, the slurping and sucking of Hawks’ lips perverting the quiet and mixing with Dabi’s weak gasps and hums of pleasure. 

“You like that?” Hawks murmurs, knowing damn well that he’s skyrocketed the villain to cloud nine. Dabi can only manage a weak nod as he risks looking down at the depraved scene between his legs. It sends another jolt of pleasure through his body when he realizes that Hawks is naked from the waist down…and fingering himself. He can barely make it out in the darkness, but it’s clear the way Hawks bites his lip. 

“You ready to fuck me?” Hawks taunts, and Dabi’s absolutely sure he isn’t, but he wants to get on with it anyway, so he nods. 

Dabi nearly chokes when the tip of his dick catches on Hawks’ rim; the noises pouring from the hero’s throat are like forbidden fruit, kissing Dabi’s ears and filling his chest with butterflies…or maybe it’s just the alcohol. 

Hawks’ hands grip Dabi’s pecs over his thin white V-neck T-shirt, thumbs tracing over perky nipples and making Dabi groan.

Hawks sinks down until he’s sitting fully flush in Dabi’s lap, eyelids fluttering as he bites his lip to hold back a moan. 

“Dabi, you feel so good ,” He cries out, voice strained and breathless as he grips at Dabi’s shoulders. Dabi stares up at him, alcohol boiling in his blood as the hero begins to ride him, rolling his hips in a way that makes his dick twitch. It’s all in his head. He knows he can’t really feel it, but… goddamn if sex with Hawks isn’t more intoxicating than the vodka. He looks like a Greek god, stripped down, heavily muscled, and haloed in the dim sunset from the window. He’s never looked more attractive; it’s too good to be true. There’s no way the number two hero is riding his dick right now, and yet, the brutal sounds of skin slapping against skin and Hawks’ needy moans suggest otherwise. 

“ Hawks ,” Dabi pants, wanton and delirious, cock throbbing inside as Hawks bounces up and down and up and down. His throat feels tight…like how it used to before he would start crying before his accident. Dabi starts rolling his hips, thrusting up into Hawks, and the hero gasps, wings flaring out as his face contorts into pleasure. Curses fly from his lips, involuntary and jumbled together as his breath hitches. Dabi’s mind is on fire; desire bubbling in his lower back and making drool pool on his tongue. Heavy breaths fill the air as the bed beneath them creaks from their rampant movements. Hawks brings his own hips down with every upward rut of Dabi’s, getting as much friction for the both of them as humanly possible. Hawks doesn’t realize Dabi’s only getting off on the raw emotions and intimacy of what’s happening over any physical pleasure. 

Dabi sits up, hands moving to Hawks’ hips to get a better grip when he sees the hero’s leaking cock, hard and untouched. Before Hawks can say a word, Dabi wraps a hand around it, coating his fingers in precome as he starts to jerk him off. Hawks twitches, Dabi’s name on his lips, sweat beading on his brow. 

“ God ,” Dabi moans like a bitch in heat, head fuzzy and speech garbled as the high reaches an almighty climax. He can feel something happening when he watches Hawks writhe in pleasure. “Gonna come.”

“Me too,” Hawks grunts, moans pitching higher in tune with Dabi’s rasps as they both let the euphoria consume them. 

Dabi comes first, completely wrecked and not even sure how it’s happening. His hips stutter, cock pulsing and balls emptying as a pathetic moan bursts from his lips. Hawks keeps riding him through it, sending sparks across Dabi’s vision as his own orgasm hits like lightning down his spine. It gets all over Dabi’s hand, but he doesn’t even hardly notice, haphazardly jerking Hawks off through every spasm.

Finally, the overstimulation is too much for them, and everything stops…stillness pollutes the bedroom, save for Dabi and Hawks’ chests heaving with each intake of breath and sigh of relief.

Dabi’s vision is blurry, the alcohol slowly leaking out of his system as his Quirk finishes processing it. He should be completely sober in a few minutes, long enough for the afterglow to wear off. He vaguely registers Hawks lifting off of him, his own dick falling limp against his thigh as Hawks crawls forward, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Dabi’s lips. 

The villain’s eyes close, letting the blackness envelop him as he moves his lips to complement the hero’s. He can barely taste the sweat on Hawks, but it’s enough to confirm that this isn’t a dream. Dabi lazily wipes the come off his hand and onto the sheets beside him. He’ll worry about cleaning up tomorrow; right now, he wants to live forever in this moment. This moment of temporary bliss with someone who’s making him feel wanted … seen … loved ? That’s probably the wrong word to use, but Touya doesn’t care. The man was so touch-starved it’s a wonder the mere lack of hugs hadn’t killed him, but Dabi didn’t need to reveal that to anyone else. He didn’t need to reveal just how desperate he really was for the attention. They didn’t need to know that he clung to it like a moth to a candle. When he opens his eyes, Hawks is smiling at him. 

BZZT! BZZT!

Hawks’ phone vibrates in his pants pocket, and a feather pulls it out, bringing it to Hawks, whose forehead wrinkles when he reads the message. He sighs as he pushes himself off of Dabi, getting ready to swing his legs over the side of the bed.

“This was fun, Dabi, but, I’ve gotta head out-”

“Don’t leave,” The words come out as a desperate hiccup, embarrassing and full of fear that Hawks has never seen on Dabi’s face or heard on his lips before.

Hawks freezes when he sees the empty expression in Dabi’s eyes, longing for connection…for any sense of security. This wasn’t the villain he was used to spending time with. Hawks expected him to just roll over and sleep without so much as a “thank you” for everything he just did to him. 

“Please, don’t leave,” Dabi repeats, eyes distant and welling with bloody tears. His mask is slipping…Hawks is seeing Touya . It puts a pit in his stomach as the alcohol starts to wear off. He’s being too vulnerable. He needs to shut up and act like none of this mattered. He grits his teeth, tongue heavy in his mouth as he blinks away the crimson beads. Silence…silence is the clearest option. If he takes it back, it’s acknowledging that it happened. 

Hawks doesn’t say a word about it, letting the thoughts stew in his brain as he begrudgingly sinks back into bed beside Dabi, hating that he’s going to have to explain himself to his handler. The villain grips the sheets, staring at the ceiling as the numbness consumes his body, unable to feel the warmth of the hero snuggling next to him. It floods his veins, hardening his heart and reminding him of one simple fact. Everyone leaves him eventually…and he will never be enough for anyone to want to stick around.

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Chapter 2: Home

It had been five years since the war ended. Five long years that Touya had spent in an asylum of a hospital, watching from the other side of a glass tube, occasionally being let out to prevent his muscles from completely atrophying once the surgeries gave him a decent range of motion…or to eat soba with his youngest brother. Once again, his body wasn’t supposed to last a month, much less years. Touya thrived on proving other people wrong…and he’d done it again.

The hospital had thoroughly milked Enji Todoroki dry. Enji Todoroki’s alleged “atonement” involved pouring money into the best doctors and researchers the world had to offer…and…with surgery after surgery, Touya began to look like himself again. Compared to the last time he’d been turned into a burning corpse, the extra two years of rehabilitation and work made a drastic difference.

Within the first year, Touya went from being able to speak only a few minutes a day to holding a conversation for a full half hour. Now, he can yap as much as he did when he was a little kid, which is unfortunate for everyone else’s ears. Shoto, however, doesn’t mind. Touya always manages to fill the silence that Shoto quietly occupies, and he’s more than happy to listen. 

Natsuo was the one who had the hardest time coming around…and, after about a year and a half, Touya began to come to terms with why. The sibling that he had the closest bond with fell into the path of his anger, and Touya himself cringed when he remembered how he bragged about almost having him killed.

The rage still lurks below the surface, but Touya’s taking steps to keep his anger in check. Therapy had worked wonders. Once the doctors realized Touya wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, Rei petitioned for Touya to talk to a therapist to get him to open up more. 

The first session fundamentally shifted the world for Touya because, for the first time since his reveal, someone from the outside actually acknowledged that he was abused. Touya believed no one cared; the public had only given a shit because Dabi was a villain. They hadn’t cared about Endeavor’s sins against his family. To hear someone voice that his pain and anger were real and valid felt liberating. 

When he finally got full control of his motor skills again, Touya wrote Natsuo a letter; he showed up to visit him a few weeks later. It was a rough reunion; there was a lot of yelling on Natsuo’s part. For once in his life, Touya kept his mouth shut.

He knew Natsuo had a right to be angry. All he could do was apologize and explain why he did what he did. Natsuo’s relationship with Touya was going to take time to be repaired; it wasn’t something he could fix overnight. Besides, he had a new life now with his wife. Touya understood. 

Fuyumi always brought such a bright smile with her behind her glasses during her visits. She often came with a basket that the workers would either confiscate or sift through to pick and choose what Touya got. Touya used to see Fuyumi as just another chess piece that got in his way growing up…but…now…it’s different.

No one else brings things for him.

Touya often asks her why she decided to waste her time teaching brats, but she just brushes it off, changing the subject. 

Fuyumi was the first person other than Shoto to learn that Touya had in fact come back to the house. He felt obligated to tell her. After all, he hadn't just left her with the burden of being the oldest sibling once…but twice.

Fuyumi broke down halfway through, sobbing about how she thought she was seeing things when she saw a shadow in his old room that day. One minute, Touya was standing in front of his altar, and then, he was gone in the blink of an eye. A few months later, Touya opened up even more to her. 

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“I’m sorry for calling you and Mom useless.” The throaty rasp echoes from the tube, reluctant and crackly. Fuyumi stands in front of the glass, peering at her older brother through the darkness. 

“When did you do that?” She raises her eyebrow, caught off guard by the sudden apology as she smooths her dress.

“A lot…before Sekoto,” Touya admits. 

“Oh…,” His sister trails off, lips pursed. 

“I don’t think that anymore. Think it was just Dad. His views. Toga and Magne weren’t useless. Changed my mind,” Touya speaks slowly, trying to articulate with his new lips. They’d finally finished the facial reconstruction surgeries, and he’d just gotten the bandages off the day before, just in time for Fuyumi’s biweekly visit. 

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Rei Todoroki held the record for the most visits to Touya Todoroki, the former supervillain known as Dabi. She coordinated with the rest of her children to ensure they still got their time out of the week in the early stages of Touya’s rehabilitation. She didn’t care that Touya could only speak a few sentences; seeing her eldest child alive and breathing was a blessing in disguise. Their first private meeting was tearful, but it gave Rei unimaginable hope. When she saw her son crying real tears, not blood, she knew he was going to survive, and demanded Enji to put as much money into his recovery as possible.

Not that Touya would show a shred of gratitude to his excuse for a father…too little too late. Touya didn’t want to see him, regardless of Enji’s promise to stay by his side until the end of his days. He was a coward, a fraud, and an abusive piece of shit for lack of better words. Touya would see his father in hell, just like he’d promised. Until then, he didn’t care if they breathed the same air on the same planet…at least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

He hated that a part of him still loved his father; he was latched on like a leech, disgusting hope bubbling in his stomach. But his memories were too powerful for him to ignore. Touya couldn’t separate himself from the neglect.

The first few times Enji showed up, Touya ignored him…and it soon became clear that he didn’t outwardly care anymore about his father’s approval. Now, Enji was living in the old Todoroki house with a caretaker where he wouldn’t be a problem, divorced from Rei and mulling over his own consequences. Truth be told, Touya still doesn’t understand why he isn’t behind bars…and he regretfully knows his questions will never be answered. 

His hair had grown back to the same style from when he was thirteen; it's soft, white, fluffy, and always hanging in his face to the point where it's borderline annoying. His tear ducts were fully functioning again, which was simultaneously relieving and irritating; he could easily fall into the trap of being the crybaby of the family again.

His skin was still mismatched like it had been when he’d woken up the first time; after all, Touya doubted they could do a better cosmetic job than Ujiko. However, they had succeeded in restoring the nerve damage after several breakthroughs. Touya finally had physical feeling. 

Once Touya’s doctors assured the staff he was no longer a danger, they removed the metal bindings keeping his limb strapped to his side; they couldn’t restore his right arm, so they developed a prosthetic one. 

The prosthesis felt…alien. An extension of his body made up of alloys and other shit he can’t give names to. He’s gotten along just fine with it so far.

They’d been working on it since they realized Touya wasn’t keen on dying, and he’d gotten to test it out for the past year whenever he’d be released to spend time with Shoto. He’d exploded his right arm on purpose during the fight, opting to keep his dominant hand. It seemed like a fantastic idea at the time…but…then again…he hadn’t planned to survive. He hadn’t planned for anyone to survive.

Touya feels like every day is whiplash. His heart is under constant monitoring; the doctors are worried it’ll freeze solid or melt at a moment’s notice.

His body isn’t used to harboring both sides of the family Quirks, and he’s still having trouble believing that he has both. Since his Quirk Awakening, the facility kept him doped up with Quirk suppressants, for his safety and for theirs…mostly theirs.

The chest strap of the heart monitor still feels uncomfortably tight…something he’s going to have to get used to.

Feeling was something he was going to need to get used to. 

…

…

“Todoroki Touya,” The worker’s voice bellows, and Touya steps forward, zoning into reality. He’d been lost in his own thoughts all day, mulling over the fact that he’s finally being released.

One of the first things Touya wanted to do when he got out was get new piercings… that was something the doctors hadn’t prioritized, so his helices and triple high nostril were missing from his new flesh. He’d have to find some seedy place to get them later this week; today is his coming home party that his family hasn’t been able to shut up about. Originally, it was supposed to be a surprise, but Shoto hadn’t gotten the memo. 

Ker-CHICK!

Touya’s jaw drops in a silent gasp as they shoot the tracker implants into his neck. Pain was another thing he was going to have to get used to. He hadn’t felt physical pain in so long…it was weird. 

“Protocol,” The guard huffs, and Touya shrugs, staring beneath thick eyelashes. He didn’t blame them. The guard nods toward the end of the hallway, and Touya walks past, still handcuffed and lucid. 

Touya can’t wait to get out of these gaudy prison scrubs. Fuyumi and his mother had shown him some outfits online and let him pick out something that he could change into when he got home. He feels like it’s silly to be chomping at the bit for soft clothes, but these thin itchy scrubs have been the bane of his existence since he regained feeling in his skin.

He wonders if the others were given such a shitty wardrobe? Touya hadn’t been allowed to ask any questions about his fellow League members; he’d been answered with cold silence whenever he tried…and Shoto said he wasn’t allowed to disclose anything. 

‘I just hope they fucking made it…,’ Touya thinks to himself, remembering his ragtag found family after so many years of living alone on the street. Now…he’s going to be with his blood family. He wouldn’t be lounging around a bar, drinking his troubles away while laughing about petty arson. He’d be sitting at a table, eating dinner with his mother, his youngest brother, and his little sister.

Maybe he could figure out a way to get in touch with Himiko…he finds himself worrying about her the most. She was a total psycho, but she was his total psycho, his unspoken little sister.

He’d let her paint his nails when she begged incessantly. He’d helped her draw faces and insults on the other members with lipstick while they were sleeping. He’d helped her fix her hair the way she wanted, pulling it in those tight space buns that would have been nearly impossible if Touya hadn’t been adept at dissecting YouTube tutorials. Toga was just as much his sister in his eyes as Fuyumi. 

Touya waits patiently at the door at the end of the hallway, turning his wrists and wincing at the tightness of the cuffs. The green light above the door illuminates, and they slowly swing open, allowing two staff members to walk through. One stands directly in front of him, brandishing a taser. Even though they’re letting him out, they don’t trust him. Typical.

The other man walks behind Touya and begins clicking through the cuffs to unlock them.

“You’ll be able to get your belongings at the front. Remember to take the Quirk suppressants as instructed. It’s medication, so it’s important to follow the instructions. You’ll have to wean yourself off of them or you won’t be able to-”

“Control my Quirk. Yeah. Got it. As if I was good at that before anyway,” Touya scoffs sarcastically, flexing his hands once the cuffs fall free from his wrists. 

The staff member falls silent, lips pulled into a thin line that proves he’s stopping himself from reprimanding Touya’s smartass comment. People are still afraid of him. Touya isn’t sure if he’s happy about that or not. It’ll mean people will leave him alone, sure…hopefully. 

Touya brushes past the two workers who eye him warily, following the signs toward the discharge station. This facility had grown to replace Tartarus in the past few years, and it felt like a new maze every time he was allowed to roam the halls. It isn’t long before he stops at the final set of doors.

Touya takes a deep breath before raising his prosthetic arm. The silver glares from the overhead lights, making him squint as he pushes open the door, recoiling at the harsh lighting of the lobby area. 

“Touya!”

When his eyes adjust, he comes face to face with his mother. His heart twists. This is the closest he’s seen her; he was only allowed out of his holding tank or cell when Shoto was the visitor.

Her scar is gnarly up close, slicing across her face and spreading like fire; it makes a pit hollow out in Touya’s stomach. He put that there…whether he meant to or not. The flames of his supernova-like predicament from the final fight had consumed everything…if it hadn’t been for Rei, Natsuo, and Fuyumi…he would’ve died in that explosion. 

Her hair had grown back to just below her shoulders just like Fuyumi’s. Touya’s sister jumps up from her seat in the lobby and rushes forward with a bouquet of flowers to Touya’s chagrin. 

“What’s with those?” Touya mutters pointedly, trying to withhold any cutting remarks. She’s trying…the fact that his family is trying speaks volumes to him. It’s no longer empty words and promises. 

“Oh, I figured we’d brighten up the house! Mom and I fixed up your new room!” Fuyumi smiles before covering her mouth with her hand, “Oh, shoot! That was gonna be a surprise!”

“It’s alright, dear,” Rei smiles warmly. 

“Hey.”

Touya spins around at the sound of Shoto’s voice, and notices he's holding a duffel bag. 

“I got your things. I wanted to make sure they actually gave back all of your stuff,” He admits, the corners of his mouth pointing upward softly. Touya’s heart skips when he realizes Natsuo didn’t show up. It made sense.

He has his own life and his own family now. Rei, Shoto, and Fuyumi are the only ones living in the new house…and now…Touya’s going to be living there too. He’s not really sure what his next steps are going to be yet. It’s not like he can just get a normal job after being one of Japan’s most feared villains of the generation. Hell, he doesn’t even have proper education past middle school.

…

…

The car ride home was less than ideal, primarily due to Touya’s motion sickness. He managed to survive the car ride without incident, but only after he begged Fuyumi to drive ten under the speed limit.

Touya’s breath is taken away just by the outside of the house as they pull up to the property. Rei planted Rindou flowers all along the outside garden, creating a sea of cerulean. Fuyumi parks in the garage, and, finally, the car stops. 

Shoto hops out of the car, grabbing Touya by the wrist and pulling him outside. Touya takes in his surroundings, squinting in the fading sunlight as Shoto leads him around the side of the house through a door.

The living room is enormous, and the largest television Touya’s ever laid eyes on is mounted on the wall. He doesn’t get much time to look around as Shoto continues to drag him along as soon as they kick off their shoes. Shoto opens another door, leading to a hallway with art pieces adorning the walls. The colors blur as Shoto pulls him up a staircase leading to the second floor. 

“Can we slow down?” Touya blurts. 

“On a schedule,” Shoto mutters, making Touya raise an eyebrow. 

“Schedule?” Touya echoes, but Shoto appears to ignore him, his grip tightening on Touya’s wrist. Finally, they reach a door…with a crude sign that reads “Touya-nii” on it. 

“Here,” Shoto releases his grip on Touya’s hand and unceremoniously flings the door open, stepping aside for Touya to walk in first. 

He inches into the room, socks sliding against the hardwood as he takes in the space. Fuyumi and his mother set up a desk for him in the corner, decorated with an empty vase (probably to be filled with the flowers Fuyumi bought), a picture of the family from many moons ago (with their father quite obviously cropped out), and Touya’s old comics and Pro Hero books. Shoto sets the duffel bag in the middle of the desk while Touya keeps exploring. He stops when he sees the bed. 

The thin mattress is covered by his baby blanket; the yellow and blue stars are faded with age. It looks incredibly tacky, but it makes warmth bloom in Touya’s chest. He can’t believe they even kept that. There’s another handmade sign leaning against the back wall that reads:

WELCOME HOME :)

The only other aspect of the room that stands out is the bookshelf littered with Touya’s old belongings…he recognizes them from his altar in their old house. 

Touya flinches for a moment, the memory of praying in front of his own altar flashing across his vision. 

“Do you like it?” Fuyumi’s voice sounds hopeful as Touya turns around to see them standing by the desk. 

“Your new clothes are in the closet! I’ll go start dinner!” Fuyumi grins cheekily as she leaves the bedroom.

“You just get settled in, sweetheart,” Rei whispers, walking up to Touya and kissing him on the cheek before she slips out of the room, followed by Shoto, who closes the door behind them. 

Touya walks to the closet, jerking it open to see a pair of black cotton drawstring pants and a simple, soft gray sweatshirt with a black cat on it. He reaches up inside the sleeves, temporarily indulging in the gentle sensation of the fabric rubbing between the pads of his fingers. It definitely is going to feel better than these stupid jailhouse scrubs.

Touya never realized how much of the world he missed when his tactile senses were numbed.

He strips out of the old clothes, tossing them into the corner of the room before he slips on the new outfit. He sighs in relief, feeling the itchiness fade before walking up to the mirror.

It fits. Good. He was worried he’d told Fuyumi the wrong sizes.

He turns his attention to the bag on his desk…his belongings from the facility. 

Touya opens up the duffel bag, his heart stilling when he sees the fireproof synthetic fabric spilling out. He lifts the jacket up, examining the stitching and conductor cuffs; it’s his jacket from the first war. They must’ve raided all of the hideouts.

It’s the jacket that he was wearing during his vision…dissociation…whatever it was before he practically exploded. The image of himself as a hero with his family was burned into his brain…but…Shoto wasn’t in that fantasy.

Over the past few years, Touya had grown to realize how much he appreciated his little brother, and it made his heart pang that he directed his anger at him for so long.

Touya walks over to the closet, putting the jacket on a coat hanger before walking back to the duffel. The boots and stitched leather pants are the only other notable things in the dark void besides his clear bag of medications. 

Touya pulls out the bottle of Quirk suppressants, reading the instructions on the side of the bottle.

TAKE 1 PILL EVERY 12 HOURS FOR 1 WEEK. THEN TAKE 1 PILL EVERY 24 HOURS FOR 5 DAYS. THEN TAKE AS NEEDED. REFILLED UPON REQUEST. 

Touya sighs as he opens the bottle, shaking a pill out into his palm. He puts it in his mouth, letting the pill dissolve on his tongue and swallowing the bittersweet taste. 

‘I should probably see if I can help with dinner…might as well make myself useful,’ Touya thinks to himself as he walks out of his room. He gets to the top of the staircase when-

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

The sound echoes through the household.

“Oh dear,” Rei’s voice sounds strained. 

“He’s early!” Fuyumi gasps. 

“He used to be the fastest Pro alive, and you didn’t think he’d be early ?” Shoto bluntly replies. 

‘Fastest Pro alive? Wait…’

Touya’s heart races as he slowly makes his way down the staircase. 

The last time he was face-to-face with Keigo Takami, he was trying to charbroil him for murdering his friend and breaking his heart…for being a lying traitor…for confirming everything Dabi already knew but didn’t want to face.

The sex meant nothing. The kisses meant nothing. Keigo was playing with him like a toy to be used and cast aside. 

He’d talked to his therapist about Keigo…about how he thinks that’s the first time he felt romantic love for another person. The burning devotion turned to seething hatred the moment Hawks murdered Jin Bubaigawara.

He’d fully mourned Jin during these five years, processing the death, wondering why Keigo had chosen to target Dabi for intel.

Dabi wondered if he meant anything to Keigo, even though he knew he probably didn’t. He knew Hawks probably didn’t think about him…knew he was probably glad he was locked up for so long. 

For a while, Touya wrestled with whether or not he was upset that he failed to finish Hawks off. He felt so many conflicting passionate emotions toward him. It felt chaotic…unstable…nuclear, even. Sometimes he felt consumed with regret for hurting him, and others he found himself reliving the betrayal.

When Touya finally reaches the bottom of the stairs, he sees Keigo standing in the living room. He’s wearing a suit with a katana bag strap draped across his chest.

Keigo Takami looks up…and his golden gaze meets Touya’s turquoise. 

Touya’s heart monitor beeps twice, giving himself away by signaling an elevated heart rate. He needs to sit down.

For half a second, he wonders if he’ll just black out and get concussed on the stairs like an idiot. Instead, he slowly sinks to sit down on the final step, loathing how weak he must appear. 

“What are you doing here?” Touya manages to squeak out, his chest feeling tight. 

Keigo opens his mouth to speak, staring at Touya in disbelief. His eyes scan over the skin grafts before falling to his prosthetic arm. Touya feels naked.

“Hawks! Come help me in the kitchen!” Fuyumi materializes, whisking Hawks out of sight without a word. The heart monitor keeps beeping. 

“Touya?” 

His mother’s voice kisses his ears, soothing his erratic heartbeat as Touya zones back into the real world, pulling himself out of memories as she puts her hands on his knees. 

“Why is he here?” Touya’s voice sounds pathetic, leaving his lips in a broken mumble. His mother seems shocked that he doesn’t sound angry. Tears well up in Touya’s eyes, and he hurriedly wipes them away.

He can’t let Keigo know he’s crying over him. 

Rei’s eyebrows furrow when she notices the tears, but she chooses not to bring attention to them. 

“He’s here to discuss…Hero Commission business with you, Touya.”

‘The Commission?’

“Didn’t he lose his fucking Quirk to All For One?” Touya sniffs indignantly. 

“Touya! Language!” Rei hisses. 

Touya mumbles a half-hearted apology. 

“Hawks is the HPSC President now,” Rei explains. 

Touya’s heart monitor whines again. 

‘Why would he do that? After everything they put him through? Why the fuck would he ever accept that position? After they groomed him to be a glorified brainwashed soldier to do their dirty work?’ 

Touya shouldn’t care…he shouldn’t care what Keigo does. He shouldn’t care how it affects him or his past. Keigo has no affiliation with Touya. They had a one-night stand. He was an old situationship.

Touya swallows. 

“He couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” He groans. 

“He wants to talk to you about this as soon as possible, honey,” Rei sighs, “I had a long talk with him. I think…I think it’ll be good for you.”

‘Keigo talked to my mom ? What the fuck did he tell her? Did he tell her about us ? Us…what am I thinking? There was never an us…’ 

“Okay.”

…

…

“Keigo.”

“Touya.” 

The two sit in tense silence on opposite sides of the table, facing one another with an unspoken uncertainty. The rest of the family remains in the kitchen, trying not to eavesdrop, but most definitely hanging on to every word the two speak. 

“So…do I call you Mister President now or-”

“Keigo is fine,” He admits, straightening up in the chair. He looks tired, but he’s still as annoyingly smiley as ever. 

“I’m,” Keigo takes a deliberate breath, “I’m glad you were able to recover smoothly.”

“Me too…,” Touya trails off, slightly disgusted with the awkward small talk. 

“I have a proposition for you,” Keigo clears his throat, and Touya raises his eyebrow. 

“Oh?” He huffs mockingly. He hates that Keigo is speaking with such formality. It’s unbecoming. It’s unlike Keigo.

It’s another mask for Keigo Takami. Touya can see right through it. They know each other more intimately than this. This is stupid. 

“Well…you’re allowed to say no…you need to know you’re allowed to say no and that will be one hundred percent acceptable.”

“Spit it out,” Touya scoffs, curiosity suddenly piquing. 

“I’ve consulted with a number of members of Class 2-A of UA and the higher-ups. And…you’ve shown considerable progress mentally and emotionally…and physically, obviously, but. Based on your psychological evaluations…and…and your…um…past aspirations. I’m-”

“Cut the shit, what is it?” Touya taps his foot impatiently. 

“You’re eligible for the program I put together. The new villain rehabilitation program…we’re making former villains into heroes.”

[crimsondreamprod]

A little BONUS! My Villain Hawks x Hero Dabi/Touya through the years. The first time I drew them in 2020, then 2021 and finally this year, 2023, for the holidays!

Hero Dabi/Touya & Villain Hawks (2020)

Hero Dabi/Touya & Villain Hawks (2021)

Hero Dabi/Touya & Villain Hawks (2023)

[hawksinacup]

Au where Keigo ended up like his father, whilst Touya ended up a pro hero. Keigo had the villain name of Hawks, and Touya had the hero name of Dabi. Hawks was considered un-stoppable, as no one could catch him. One day, after a bank heist, Hawks got into a scuffle with Dabi, in which the fight led to an allyway. Hawks was winning until Dabi pushed himself and exterted too much blue flame at Hawks. Hawks managed to dodge and laughed at Dabi's attempt, only to stop as he realizes that Dabi hurt himself. Hawks lands and moves near Dabi, visible concern on his face. He asks if he is alright, to which Dabi rebuttles about the fake sympathy. Hawks retorts about how he is a villain, not a heartless monster, and proceeds to leave the bags of money he stole and secretly wisks Dabi away to his secret hideout to patch Dabi up. Dabi realizing that Hawks never keeps the money he steals and that Hawks uses the money on necessities such as food, clothes, etc. After patching up Dabi, Hawks gives him the option to arrest him. Dabi thanks Hawks for patching up his burns, with his lips. Dabi doesnt arrest him, but instead secretly provides for him by letting Hawks move in with him, in which Hawks becomes domesticated and turns into a lethal house husband.

[double-m-b]

Hero Dabi design someone commissioned me for

Details about choosing the hero name:

I basically looked for something that was the opposite meaning of "endeavor" in the way that Toya wants to defy his father and prove he is a good hero.

I liked "Futile" too because it has a double meaning of when he's fighting villains, he's so powerful that he quickly overwhelms them and so to the villains, fighting Touya is "futile" while at the same time, Touya is still majorly hurting himself if he fights too long or too hard so in the end, being a hero is a futile venture because he still gets left with burns and pain

[causeproblemsonpurpose]

Hero Dabi would be such a bad hero. He's the equivalent of that asshole cat who would look the hero commission in the eye as he bats a glass of water off the table.

Like yea, he patrols regularly, helps old ladies cross the road, started campfires for the unhoused, things of that nature. He probably has a pretty good fan base of disenfranchised people and goths, and is generally pretty respected by his community.

Like "Yea, that Dabi, he helped my niece move into her new apartment, what a lovely young man. He even refused the pastries we tried to give him in thanks!" So humble that boy.

I bet this kid donates his time and fire to the local food bank all the time.

And the hero public safety commission just despises him.

Dabi would definitely be a rogue agent they can't get rid of. He's not part of any hero agency, he tarnished Endeavor's good name, he refuses any and all offers of promotion by the commission, he will not play by the rules, and by god is he disrespectful.

This kid is never where the commission want him, and they are furious.

[yorakashi]

flying towards perfection (let’s embrace our flaws together) - chapter 3 !

A dabihawks fanfiction

Pairing: Todoroki Touya | Dabi / Takami Keigo | Hawks

Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Hero Dabi | Todoroki Touya, League of Villains Are Not Villains, Protective Todoroki Touya, Hero Public Safety Commission Bashing, Hawks Has an Eating Disorder, Todoroki Touya Has BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder)

Summary of the fanfiction: Todoroki Touya enters his second year at UA, stuck with Hawks, the most perfect person he can’t stand. But as the school year unfolds, Touya finds himself drawn into Hawks’ hidden struggles, uncovering secrets that make him question everything he thought he knew.

Extract of this chapter:

“Yes, you're ridiculous!" shouted Hawks "I really don’t have time for your crap. You’re constantly hovering, like any of this concerns you. Back off, or you’ll regret it.”

Touya held his ground, surprised but unwilling to back down. “Oh, the golden boy’s threatening me now? Guess I hit a nerve. Maybe I’m onto something.”

“Or maybe you should learn to stay in your own lane.” Hawks shot back, a bitter smile on his face.

Touya didn’t flinch, his own smirk just as sharp. “But my lane is right here, birdie. I know you are hiding something. And I'm gonna to find out.”

For a long moment, Hawks just stared at him, and he smirked. “You’re such a stupid loser, you know that?”

Touya's breath hitched. Since when did Hawks smirk like that? The expression was so out of his character, so playfully mischievous, that it caught him off guard.

“What? You’re gonna just stare at me now?” Hawks’s voice pulled Touya back to reality, the challenge in his tone undeniable.

Touya scowled, shaking his head slightly, as if to clear it of those pesky thoughts. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m just wondering how someone who looks so perfect can be such a mess.”

“Perfect?” Hawks echoed, an eyebrow raised. “Is that what you think? You think I’m perfect?”

The way he said it made something twist in Touya's stomach. He opened his mouth to retort, but the words caught in his throat. Instead, he just rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You’re just a facade.”

Hawks stepped even closer, their faces inches apart, his wings creating a sense of enclosure that made Touya acutely aware of the space between them. “And what do you know about "facades", Todoroki?”

Touya felt his cheeks heat up as he met Hawks’s gaze, but he pushed it aside. “Whatever. At least I’m not pretending everything’s fine. I see through you.”

“Is that so?” Hawks leaned in, and for a split second, it felt like the world around them faded away. The tension between them crackled like static, and for a heartbeat, Touya almost lost himself in the moment.

But he quickly shook his head, frustrated with himself. “Back off. You think you can intimidate me just because you have wings and a pretty face?”

An another smirk danced on Hawks's lips. “Pretty face, huh?”

“Oh shut up, you know what I mean.” Touya shot back, though the heat in his voice was a mix of irritation and something else—something he couldn’t quite place

[bakerinator]

Be a Hero with Me

"I just want to be loooooooved! By him!" Touya screamed. Blue flames covered his body.

"I just want to be his chosen one." Touya fell down to his knees and cried.

"I just want to be a hero.."

"You want to be a hero?" An unknown voice said.

"Who's there?!" Touya looked around but he couldn't see anyone.

"Up here."

Touya looked up. There was a young(around Touya's age) blond boy flying above him. He had big red wings on his back.

"I heard that you want to be a hero. I also want to be a hero."

The boy landed on the ground and stomped a flame out. He then looked at Touya. "I'm Keigo."

"Touya."

"Want to go back to my hideout? We can be heros together!"

"My dad... He might... come back."

So they waited.

And waited.

And waited.

But none of Touya's family came.

Nightfall was closing in.

"Want to take up my offer?"

"Yeah.."

Touya looked at a treehouse(?) in front of him.

Keigo flew up to the top and landed on the roof. "This is my hideout! I have a birds eye view in case something comes near!"

"But you have wings." And the treehouse wasn't high enough to go over the trees, but he wasnt gonna say that.

"Yeah but being high up is always good."

"Why are you here? What about your parents?"

Keigo sighed. "Truth is... I ran away."

"Oh."

"My dad was kinda shitty, and mom never cared. So yeah."

Keigo flew down and struck a heroic pose in front of Touya. "They were stopping me from my dream, to be a hero! And save people in need!"

Keigo looked back at Touya. "I'm assuming yours were as well."

"Yeah."

Keigo put his arm around Touya. "We don't need 'em! We're runaways to heros!"

Touya smiled. "Yeah."

"Is it okay if I ice your burns?"

"Sure."

Keigo put ice on his arm. His whole arm started healing. Huh?

"That's not how my wounds heal. Maybe you have a healing quirk?"

"But the fire is my quirk."

Touya put ice on his leg, and sure enough it healed.

"Looks like your cooler than I thought!" Keigo smirked.

"Birdbrain." Touya huffed.

"Want to practice training? We're gonna need to to become heros." Keigo asked.

"Uh sure."

"Okay. Try to hit me with your fire."

"What?! No I'm not doing that!"

"C'mon you're gonna need to learn how to use it. And my feathers grow back."

"Okay fine but I'm going real small."

"Okay."

Touya summoned a small fireball in his hand. He threw at Keigo.

It fell on the ground a few feet in front of him.

"Wow that was.... "

"Its harder when you're trying not to hit someone!"

"Its ok, how about we try training with trees instead?"

"But I might burn the house."

"I'll make sure that doesn't happen."

And so they trained.

For years.

"Ever thought about what you want your hero name to be? Mines gonna be Hawks!"

"Because you're a bird."

"Am not! I have wings."

"Like a bird."

Keigo pouted.

He's still so cute.

Wait what? Touya shook his head. This is Keigo, not a girl. He was a boy, boys weren't cute.

But Touya still couldn't help his growing feelings for Keigo even if he lied to himself.

"Hawks my daughter is trapped in a burning building!"

Hawks flew out to find her. Flamefrost(Touya) by his side.

"I'll go in and save the girl!" Flamefrost said.

Flamefrost landed and walked into the building. There was fire everywhere. After searching for a bit, he found the girl. She was trapped in a corner surrounded by flames. She was not small, like he thought, she looked like she was late teens/early adult age. She was around his age. He approached her.

"Hello, I'm here to bring you out."

She cried out, he assumed it was because she was happy. He picked her up and jumped out the nearest window. He lessened the fall by using his flames to float.

"There you go we-"

He was stopped by her grabbing his face and kissing his cheek.

"Thank you for saving me." She said and was brought into an ambulance.

He was suddenly pulled along by Keigo. His grip was strong.

Touya blushed slightly. Why was Keigo being so forceful? And why did he kinda like it?

Keigo eventually stopped in front of a restaurant. Touya thought they were gonna go in but then he was yanked into a dark alleyway.

Touya stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Keigo?"

He didn't answer. He just stared at Touya.

"Keigo what-"

Keigo grabbed his shirt and pulled him in to kiss him. Touya's brain shortcircuted.

They were kissing hungrily. And it lasted for a while, until Touya ran out of breath.

He pulled away. They both sat there, panting.

"What the fuck." Touya eventually said.

"Mine." Was all Keigo could force out.

Touya wondered if he suddenly stumbled into a different universe. The universe he lived in, Keigo didn't like him that way.

He pulled Keigo into another kiss.

Keigo smiled into the kiss. Touya felt assured. This was his Keigo. He didn't know what they were now, but he assumed more than friends.

Keigo pulled away first this time.

"Touya."

"Please be my boyfriend!" Keigo said very loud.

Touya laughed. "Yes, birdbrain."

Keigo smiled. He snuggled into Touya's arms. "I love you."

"I love you too Keigo."

[armybratz123]

Dearly Loved AU: Dabi

Dabi as a hero in my au. I had a lot of fun drawing him. I hope you guys like it. Touya Todoroki is throwing the bird at Endeavor by becoming one of the best and popular heroes, while roasting and throwing down Endeavor at every turn possible.

Fun Fact about his outfit! The light blue lines are actually what helps keep Dabi cooled and stable while he uses his quirk. And the entire suit is fireproof protecting him from his fire. I head cannon that the palms of Dabi’s hands are the only fire resistant part of his body. It’s why they are almost never burned no matter how much he used his quirk.

Hipe you liked the drawing! There will be more drawings of new character(s)/different version of them in this au.

As the series progresses, I don’t mind taking requests to draw any scene or thought for this series.

Be Your Best You! Bye~!

[moodyvoid]

DEADPOOL MAKING A DABI REFERENCE

[taeggukxiie]

this art will always make me want to bawl my eyes out because what do you mean we could have pro hero touya and health assistant toga only if they had decent parents??

(I hate mha society so much)

[mymhameme]

Some more concrete designs for hero Touya and villain/vigilante Hawks.

Check below for more details.

All I've got so far is that Endeavor sent Touya to the HPSC to train with them to become a hero since he wasn't going to stop no matter what they said. He figures this way, Touya will be safer and preoccupied so he can focus on Shouto. With the Commission's training and support equipment, Touya made leaps and bounds, but none of it seemed to matter to Endeavor who never appeared impressed of interested in his progress. Touya kept at it despite feeling as if he was completely thrown away in favor of Shouto. He began to resent Endeavor instead of idolizing him and worked hard to become an even better hero than both Shouto and their father. After his debut, he quickly rocketed up in the hero charts climbing to the top ten by 20 and settling in at number four by 23.

After Shouto's class was attacked by the LOV, he begins looking into the group in order to capture them on HPSC orders. Shouto asks to intern under him instead of Endeavor, eager to know his brother and not have to deal with their father. He declines, irritated, but the Commission demands he take him in so they can gain more information. Touya does as he is told but is an asshole the whole time, always rushing ahead and not bothering to actually talk or teach his brother anything. Shouto doesn't let it dissuade him and continues to chase after his tail. It's infuriating to Touya since Shouto is actually very good at being a hero to no one's surprise. It almost seems effortless to Touya who had to fight every day and struggle to get where is he now only for Shouto to already be this close to his level.

If it wasn't bad enough, Shouto is attacked again by the League and the HPSC demands he try infiltrate the organization. His contact ends up being Keigo. Touya struggles with trying to balance overtaking Endeavor's new place as number one, still being a hero, a spy, and training Shouto during his internships.

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Keigo's father was never arrested an eventually he and his mother began demanding Keigo go along to commit crimes, seeing how his quirk would be perfect for being a villain and getting them money for drugs and alcohol and anything else they wanted. Keigo refuses and his dad begins screaming at Keigo in public, about to hit him when Endeavor shows up. He asks what is going on and Takami tells the truth, that he's just trying to get his son to do what he's supposed to do. He's trying to look out for his wellbeing, but he just won't listen. Endeavor (who doesn't know there is a warrant for his arrest and frustrated with both Shouto and Touya) tells Keigo he needs to be a better son and do as his father asks; he's just doing what's best. With that, he leaves, completely shattering Keigo. Feeling defeated, he does as he's told and follows his father into a life of crime, hating every second. He's very successful and Japan begins to know of him. It leads to his father becoming more unstable and paranoid, demanding they get into more lucrative crimes that are worth the risk. Keigo does as he's told like always but gets an idea. By doing these things, he's able to get information and access to people who get off on the suffering of others.

He begins working as a vigilante, being very careful to cover his tracks so no one suspects the villain they're all working with to betray them. This leads him into the LOV after they attack the USJ, eager to see where the nomu come from and take them out from the inside. He plays along like he has for the last few years as a vigilante, getting cozy with the members. It's going well until he is found by Touya who insists on joining the league as well. He spins a sad story of his dad playing with eugenics and throwing him away and how he only became a hero to make him proud. Touya says it was all for nothing so why not just tear it all down and expose the hero filth from within? Keigo doesn't buy a second of it but once again, plays along. It would be good to have someone else on the inside trying to take these guys down besides him, especially since doing anything too drastic would fuck up his chances of continuing his vigilantism in the future once this mess is cleared up. As tests, he makes Touya dig up dirt on other heroes so he can expose them later.

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Fucking Christ. Okay, so that's all I've really gotten so far.

If you made it to the end of this, I applaud you. Thanks!

(side note- If Endeavor seems stupid or out of character for what he says to Hawks, it's based on a similar situation that happened to me as a kid- so it's not impossible. Especially for a guy who looks away at the own harm he causes for what he wants and thinks is best.)

[thesakuragarnet]

Bring Me To My Knees

Summary: Pro Hero Dabi chases after his situationship with Talons only to fall right into his clutches.

DabiHawksWeek2024 Prompt One: Yandere

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

Word Count: 2,275 words

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Tags: DabiHawks, heavy smut, DabiHawks Week 2024, yandere, hero!Dabi X villain!Hawks, swearing, enemies to lovers, forbidden love/secret relationship, praise k!nk, subt0p Dabi, Power b0ttom Hawks, light dom/sub, n33dles, sedatives for "kidnapping", light bdsm, light angst, making out, no aftercare, doomed lovers, explicit s3xual content

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Pro Hero Dabi curses under his breath as he stares out over the twilight skyline. He’d been trailing his on-again-off-again lover, S-tier villain: Talons, formerly known as Pro Hero Hawks before his defection. He stares out over downtown Musutafu, taking in the way the lights of the city glow and glitter in the darkness, sending shades of neon lights through the inky black and obliterating shadows. He could’ve sworn he saw the familiar figure in the sky, gliding through the cloud cover. He knew the shape of those crimson wings better than the back of his own hands. Touya sighs as he leans against the brick of the rooftop, squinting into the heavens as he chews his bottom lip. He would be in for an earful when he got home tonight; Mirko, his best friend and roommate, was gonna be pissed to no end that she didn’t get invited to go scouting. Something just told Touya that he needed to hunt for Talons tonight; he felt like he’d been being watched all week. He felt the villain’s presence; it was overbearing and unignorable. He needed answers. Talons was insufferable. He was dangerous. Most of all, he was alluring… intoxicating even. They had an unavoidable and undeniable connection…one that Touya loathed with a part of his soul. Talons was…sweet…well…he could be sweet. Touya had experienced real and raw intimacy with the villain…as cold-blooded and ruthless as he was. Keigo Takami had a soft spot for the eldest Todoroki son…at least…that’s what Touya believed. 

“The fuck are you, Takami?” Touya grumbles to himself, blue eyes glowing in the moonlight, looking for the shadow of his lover in the gloom. Nothing answers him but the empty silence…at least for a few minutes. 

“Isn’t it just beautiful, firefly?” Talons whispers, lips brushing Dabi’s ear, and the hero freezes up, chills curling in rivers down his spine. He didn’t even hear the villain land behind him, and now, Keigo Takami’s razor-sharp talons are dancing along the fabric at Touya’s hips, fingertips exploring as his hands slowly grip. 

“What the fuck are we doing, Keigo.” Touya’s question sounds like more of a statement, anxiety and uncertainty riddling his tone. 

“Whatever you want, baby,” The villain trills, a wide smirk plastered on his face, highlighting his glinting fangs. Touya feels Keigo’s teeth pressing into his neck and, the moment he gasps, he feels a needle in his arm, slowly pumping a sedative into his veins. Touya panics, realizing that he’s been duped as his vision starts to go blurry; his legs feel like jelly. 

“Let it happen, darling,” Keigo chuckles darkly, wrapping his arms around the hero to stop him from falling to his knees. It isn’t long before he goes limp in the villain’s arms. Touya’s eyelids flutter shut, and Keigo clicks his tongue as he peers at his face in the darkness.

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Touya slowly regains consciousness, head spinning and throat dry as he blinks his eyes open. The overpowering smell of Talons’ cologne fills his nostrils, the cinnamon scent coating his lungs and making him wistful. Touya’s hands and feet are tied with red silk rope, keeping him in a starfish position on a king-sized bed. The sheets are smooth and soft, and Touya’s body sinks into the mattress effortlessly. He cranes his neck, attempting to take in his unfamiliar surroundings; usually, they just hook up at Touya’s agency, Touya’s apartment, Talons’ club, or any regular alleyway. This…this place is different. The walls are painted a darkened shade of scarlet with black gothic accents swirling in columns along the corners of the walls. Touya’s blood runs cold when he turns to see Talons at the side of the bed, hovering over him with leering golden eyes. Touya feels like he’s practically undressing him with his intense gaze, staring at him like he’s prey ready to be devoured. 

“You gonna kill me?” Touya snaps, knowing full well he could unleash his Quirk and break free with ease.

“Finally decided to take you home. Felt like you deserved it,” Talons sneers, lips curling as he runs a hand through Touya’s snowy white hair. Touya almost flinches before Keigo gently scratches his scalp, washing relief over his body. Keigo knows all of his weak points, and he only uses them for Touya’s benefit. 

“Y’know kidnapping isn’t exactly romantic,” Touya slurs out, his tongue still feeling heavy from the sedative. 

“It’s not exactly kidnapping if the so-called captor is enjoying it,” Keigo teases, brushing a few strands of hair out of Touya’s face. Touya pulls against the ropes, but Talons tied them purposefully, and a devilish grin slowly spreads across his face. He climbs onto the bed, straddling Touya as he bends down and sweetly connects their lips. Touya’s breath catches in his throat as he kisses his lover back, falling under the villain’s spell almost immediately. 

“Missed you so much, firefly,” Keigo whispers into Touya’s mouth, his voice coming out husky and wanting. Touya’s heartbeat skips in his chest; he knows this is wrong, but he can’t get enough of it. 

“You finally gonna keep your favorite toy locked up?” Touya hums patronizingly, and Keigo runs his tongue around his fangs as he pulls back from the kiss. 

“We both know you can leave any time you want, princess,” Keigo rasps, his hand resting softly against Touya’s neck, thumb rubbing across his jugular. Touya gulps, his pulse drumming against the pads of Keigo’s fingers; Talons, power-drunk and aroused, lightly wraps his hand around Touya’s neck, squeezing just barely. 

“You are mine . My pretty little hero,” Talons croons, taking one of his sharpened claws and tracing Touya’s jawline. Touya practically crumbles, eyes widening and lip trembling. He’s choking on the want boiling in his veins. The first motion of Talons’ hips sends sparks across his vision; the villain drags their clothed cocks together, gently grinding with deliberation. 

“ Fuck ,” Touya groans, cheeks flushing as his erection grows in the pants of his Hero Suit. His body betrays his morals…if only the Commission knew. 

Keigo’s hands find their way to his utility belt, unhooking it and tossing it somewhere in the room. Touya grows desperate, skin smoking as the heat rises up to the surface, threatening to incinerate his bindings. 

“Lemme touch you,” Touya whines, eyes wide and pleading as he stares up at Talons. The villain smirks, and, in a single swift motion, slices the ropes with his feathers. Touya practically leaps up, arms wrapping around Keigo as he crashes their lips together in an amorous kiss. The last of the sedative seeps out of his system, processing with his Quirk as the lines in his Hero Suit start to glow brilliant cerulean. Touya’s hands roam Keigo’s back, finding the cutouts in his leotard where the muscles in his shoulder blades practically bulge out, grabbing tense flesh like his life depends on it. Keigo’s fingers find the zipper in Touya’s jacket, yanking it down and exposing his soft pecs. Touya nearly cries out when he feels Keigo’s calloused hands massaging. Who knew a few weeks was enough to make him a sniveling mess for Talons to touch him. A few weeks without feeling his strong embrace. A few weeks without his lips on his skin. A few weeks without his arch nemesis making him see stars. 

“Fuck…you’re so hot,” Talons groans, pulling away from Touya’s spit-slicked lips to drag his tongue down his neck. Touya clings to his lover, mouth hanging open and breaths coming out labored as he focuses on Talons’ fangs sinking into his flesh. His cock throbs, aching as Talons grinds down on him, pulling moan after moan from Touya’s throat. Feathers swirl and surround them, twisting and curling to pull off their clothes, taking care not to rip like they tend to. Low rumbles vibrate in their throats once the raw sensation of skin-to-skin contact hits the lovers. 

“Want you…,” Touya breathes, pausing before the words leave his lips in a rush, “Wanna be inside you.” 

Talons pulls back from the kiss, eyelids growing heavy before he starts aggressively kissing Touya again. So far, Touya’s been the one getting fucked during their trysts. A change of pace sounds…fun isn’t the right word. Whatever it is, it seems suitable that Keigo’s first time bottoming is in his own bed. He’s already prepped for it, waiting for Touya to make a move. Their hands roughly caress one another and Keigo pushes Touya down onto the bed, hands squeezing his shoulders with more attention than a fuckbuddy but with the hastiness of a hookup. 

Keigo drags his bare erection against Touya’s leaking cock, and the hero’s toes curl, back arching as his hands drop from Keigo’s back, turning to fists in the silk sheets. The villain keeps grinding, dicks sliding against one another, slick and rock-hard as the men pant. Gracefully, Keigo rises up, positioning himself so Touya’s tip lines up with his hole. 

“God, Kei ,” Touya moans lewdly, swallowing the urge to buck his hips and slip inside as feathers squeeze cold lube on his cock. Keigo grins suavely, noting his twitching muscles before he begins to lower himself down. Talons gasps softly as Touya presses inside, eyelids fluttering as Dabi’s length stretches his walls, tenderly working him open. 

The white-haired hero bites his bottom lip, muffled curses threatening to tumble out as Talons takes him all the way inside, sitting fully flush in Touya’s lap.  

Touya sighs, staring up at Talons…at the way the lights halo around him…so sexy and angelic and ethereal as he looms over him. The villain stares at the hero with such reverence it should be blasphemous. 

“Y’know,” Keigo grunts as he bends down so their lips are inches apart, “I’d tear the whole damn world down for you, Touya.”

Touya crumbles; he still can barely handle the feeling of being wanted so viscerally.

Their lips lock, messy and rushed and absolutely over-the-top. It’s like he’s trying to steal the breath from Touya’s lungs as the hero’s hands tangle in dirty blonde locks, gripping and pulling as the soft sounds of lovemaking filter through the air. A thousand unspoken “I love yous” threaten to spill from their lips like forbidden sins, silent and terrified, yet so cacophonous through sounds and actions. Touya breaks the kiss first, head tilting back with a gasp of pleasure as his hands drop down to rest at the villain’s waist. He twitches with a strangled cry as he starts bucking his hips, fucking into Keigo as he bounces up and down; the friction is electric, and Touya knows he’s not gonna last long. 

“Easy,” Talons huffs, hands squeezing Touya’s pecs as subtle wisps of smoke rise from the hero’s body. “Breathe, baby. Don’t catch fire now.”

Touya slows his rhythm, closing his eyes for an embarrassing moment to clear his mind. The last thing he wants is to turn those beautiful wings to ash…or ruin the mood. He feels the flames within ebb and subside, and, before he can open his eyes, Keigo’s mouth is on him once again. Touya hums into the kiss, desperate and deep, focusing on the tight heat of Keigo wrapped around him. 

“You feel so fucking good, Touya,” Keigo mumbles between kisses, making Touya’s eyes roll back into his head at the praise. 

“Such a good boy,” Keigo repeats over and over, letting the words stick in Touya’s head, dragging through and obliterating anything else. Touya’s movements become haphazard as he sloppily thrusts into Keigo’s guts, wanton moans pouring from his mouth, jaw slack and forehead sweaty. It isn’t long before the familiar coils of pleasure stir in the pit of his stomach, but he’s determined to make Keigo break first. Touya sits up, rocking his hips as his hands wrap around the villain’s pulsing cock. Talons swallows a whimper as Touya bites into his neck, and, suddenly, his orgasm comes rushing through his body all at once, painting Touya’s abdomen. The moment Touya feels the warm splash and the spasm of Keigo’s body, his whole body shudders, and he empties into his lover with a low groan. The two cling to one another, the room silent save for their ragged breathing. Touya, as usual, is the one to break the quiet.

“I’d...I’d do anything… for you.”

“Except join the cause,” Keigo bites, bitter even in the afterglow. Touya’s fingers twitch against the crimson feathers. Their bliss is polluted with those damning words…the inexcusable truth. Touya’s heart feels like a stone in his chest, weighing on his soul as he holds the life that he can never allow himself to have. He collapses on his back on the bed, staring up at Talons as the villain slowly lifts off. Keigo sighs as he manages to stagger to his feet to get dressed, climbing off Touya and leaving him feeling empty. Before the hero can say anything else, he tenses up, feeling a needle in his arm once again. Feathers push the sedative back into his system.

“Sorry, babe. But I can’t have you finding me. I’m the one that finds you ,” Talons murmurs as he looks over his shoulder, making eye contact with Touya’s broken-hearted expression. The hero can’t speak, and his vision is starting to go in and out. He feels a warm rag cleaning the come off his stomach, and he can barely make out Keigo attempting to dress him through the flashes of his vision. The last thing he remembers is Keigo whispering into his ear:

“We’ll see each other again, firefly. You’re the drug I can’t quit.”

[crimsondreamprod]

Got a special Sinday Sunday today! A request for Villain Hawks and Hero Dabi from my first fan comic! It's great to see how much I've improved over the years, and with spicy stuff no less! Full & uncensored on the 🐦 app, �� H-VE, blue 🦋 sky and pay 🌲 on!

[queenofcandynsoda]

I can actually hear Endeavor shouting “TOUYA!!!”~