#i didn’t want to know that dabi lost an arm and is going to die.

[killsaki]

i feel bad for jjk and mha readers .. those mangaka’s hate us fr

[straightforthefl00r]

the world in a breath

Laid at the base of a mountain of rubble, you could smell the sharp sting of iron in the air. It was a wasteland.

You could feel the even sharper stab in your side.

The hero you were fighting was just a little too fast; you were a little too slow and a little too cocky for once. Dabi always told you not to be so full of yourself. You always replied that he loved it, really. He always rolled his eyes then. However, it was too late when pain bloomed above your right hip.

You let out a breathless chuckle. You swear you saw him fighting close by you, but, now, he was nowhere to be found. What you would not give to hear his voice bantering with yours. You could imagine what he would say if he saw you like this.

“Well… I told you so, didn’t I? I said that if you don’t pay attention and actually - you know - think for once, you would end up like this.” 

Even in your imagination, he was an insufferable fuck. You let out a breathless chuckle. Oh, the good old times. You missed him.

After you escaped the hero, your wound had split and climbed. There was now a long tear in your flesh, running diagonally across your stomach. You could picture the trail of hot blood you left in your wake. Long cold by now.

You groaned in pain.

Too much blood. You have lost too much, haven’t you? Will you die? Are you finally tired of fighting? Heroes against villains and the likes, who cares anymore? A ringing noise that you did not hear before started to deafen your other thoughts.

Your head killed. Maybe you should have been more prepared. Maybe you should have told him. Time, after all, was never on your side.

Cotton started to numb your senses. It never felt so gentle before.

Closing your eyes, you fell into the softness.

You could have been laying there in a pool of blood hours, dipping in and out of consciousness, before you smelt the familiar smell of smoke. It always lingered around like a shadow, but it was stronger now.

“What the fuck happened to you?” An alarmed voice called out.

If you were not so tired, you would have replied with something drenched in sarcasm (“ I wasn’t stabbed at all, clearly,”) but you stayed silent.

“Oi, get up.” He sounded so far away, despite his close presence.

“Open your eyes!”

He was trying to lift you up now, You could not help the weak hiss that escaped your lips. Your eyes fluttered open.

Dabi was always sharp, as pointed as glass and as unforgiving as his flames. Seeped in the ways of a true cynic, he never cared. He held his secrets so close that they were stitched into the very fabric of his being. Dabi was an ass. He was never considerate and he never talked simply. His words were always cryptic and scathing.

“Touya.” You breathed. Your vision was blurred, but you could make out the cloud-coloured hair. He held you so urgently, as if you were the world that was about to slip from his fingertips.

“Thought I was going to need to kiss you awake.” He joked, voice trembling.

He touched your cheek; you were cold in his arms — frightfully so.

“Let’s get you back to base, okay?”

He tried as delicately as he could to pick you up bridal-style, careful not to jostle you too much. Your blood stained his clothes and dripped onto his arms, mingling with his own. He started to run.

He had just finished burning up a hero and left to look for you since you had run off. Dabi was not worried about it — he would never let himself be — but Touya was. He was nauseous when he saw you lying there surrounded by rubble. The mask he tried so hard to curate and keep up was now shedded.

You gazed hazily up at him. Touya’s face was contorted into one worry and concern. Your normally animated face was still and there, in place of it, was a small frown. It looked as if you were trying to burn his face into your memory. Your eyelids started to flicker; you were getting awfully tired. You wanted to sleep.

“Hey, idiot. Keep your, fucking eyes, open.” His voice raised slightly, panting.

“I-I don’t think I can.”

He could barely hear your voice. You sounded so fragile, after all this time knowing you, you were never fragile, far from it.

“Abso-fucking-lately you can.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Listen to me for once!”

He slowed down. You let out a breath and breathed in again

In and out.

“Okay, doll. You don’t want to open your eyes fine. Fucking fine, but keep breathing.”

In and out.

“Yes, that’s it. We’re almost there, in and out.”

Your breathing began to slow. Touya was so soft and warm, you leaned your head closer to his chest — so warm.

You tried to wrench your eyes open. He looked so pretty and red. Your frown deepened. Touya was never red, always blue. You lifted your hand to touch his cheek. Blood. Your heart sank. He cried blood.

“I love you.”

It was so quiet that Touya could hardly hear it.

His eyes darted back down to you again, shock was evident in his eyes. Your hand was freezing against his cheek.

He was not about to let you go. You could not just do this.

It sounded like goodbye.

“Fucking save your breath,” He muttered almost as quietly as you, “Don’t say that.”

“I love you…”

“Stop!”

Your eyes were shut again, breathing even slower and weaker than before.

In and … out.

“I love you too, you hear me?”

Nothing.

“Get those eyes open now!”

Touya stopped in his tracks, shaking and praying to any god out there, begging to anyone for you to still be there. Your body in his arms was a cold comfort. He could barely gather his strength to look down again.

You were still.

So, utterly, still.

He looked down, eyes lingering over your features one by one. He saw you breathe in, then out.

In, then, out.

And then, you did not breathe in again.

Touya dropped to his knees, feeling light headed and like the earth had just collapsed on him. His bloody tears dripped onto your face. He wiped them off of your beautiful face, his other arm still clutching you. He could not help but stare. He stared and stared at you.

He thought of all the times you smiled at him, a beaming smile, as bright as fire. Teeth and all. He thought of all the times you frowned at him for overusing his quirk, the pained sighs you made as you stapled him back together. His chest was heavy with all the memories he had of you. He thought that he was being crushed by the weight of everything.

He was in agony.

He screamed.

The world in a breath.

Gone.

[kkusuka]

You know the “What’s good, shawty? Yo man still around?” Tiktok. Rather than it be a prank, can I have headcannons of Bakugo, Shinsou, Hawks, and Dabi react to some scrub hitting on their girl (who told him multiple times that she’s taken)?

BAHAHA i love this<3

Bakugou Katsuki<3

Five seconds he leaves you alone

Five fucking seconds and some douchebag is taking over you like a fucking animal

“Sir, I already told you. I’m taken.”

“And I told you, I’m a better catch than any loser you’re with.”

Aaaaaand, any resolve Bakugou had was promptly lost and instead, a raging fireball was released in the bitches direction

“What the hell!?”

Motherfucker had no idea what was coming, he was about to unleash hell upon this man’s soul

“You wanna fucking die, Loser!”

Just as he was about to knock one into the guy, he felt your hand on his shoulder

“Katsuki, it’s alright. Anyways, as I said I am taken and you are most defiantly not even close to a better catch than him, Good day.”

Shinsou Hitoshi<3

Sometimes his resting bitch face is his favorite part of his appearance.

Now what made this guy come up to you, and talk to you no less, with Shinsou right next to you- he’ll never know

He tries not to toy with people all that often, but watching this guy make a fool of himself was too funny to stop

So instead he sat back for a minute, you immediately notice that he was leaving you to let the guy down- before Shinsou does something he’ll later come to regret.

“Look, as you can see I sitting with my boyfriend-”

“This pest? Forget him, baby-”

ok, he was totally over this

“A pest? Me?”

“Yeah, that’s what I sai-” and the blank look he loved so much crossed his face, which was much better than whatever other faces he was making.

“Walk away.”

Villain quirk or not, he would use it over and over again to get random guys away from you.

Hawks/ Keigo Tamaki<3

Man’s  is in a full-on banter with this guy

Stubborn ass wouldn’t leave you alone, ordering food had never been so hard

And Keigo understood, you were the most beautiful thing to ever grace the planet, but only he got to flirt with you about that

He would let it go, but the guy actively ignored you, and eventually him, o he really had to step in, for his sanity of course

“Dude, get the hell out. She’s taken!”

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it, Birdbrain?”

Before he could respond you grabbed your order and his arm turning to leave the establishment

“As I said, I am taken. Jerk”

Dabi/ Touya Todoroki <3

The joke is really on you for thinking that anyone would even come up to you while in public

Dabi doesn’t let you out of his sight 99% of the time

And he wanted to keep everyone away but, the one time he was being a good boyfriend- throwing away the empty Dango carton- some dick starts flirting with you.

Now, if he really wanted to he would have burned the entire festival to the ground, only after burning the scum to the ground, but he knew it would make you angry, so he just listened

“C’mon baby~ you’re boyfriend cant be all that if he left you all alone.~ ill show you a  real good time! Better than any little twink boy you waiting for.”

“Twink boy? I’ll have you know sir-!”

He was happy you were standing up for him, but the happiness lasted about a second before he realized that the guy had grabbed your arm

“Hey man, I’d get my ass out of here before I beat your ass.”

“Oh really or wh-” he didn’t even finish the sentence before Dabi’s fist met his face

And from the way you just stood beside him, not telling him to stop, he knew he was in the right.

“You split your staples open.”

“It’s no worries, the other guy got off much worse, Honey.”

tags: @diamond-3 @rinsangel @heyheyitsne @angelalje @monisi @crystal-lilac

[bakugotrashpanda]

Bakugou x Reader, Dabi x Reader

!!: generic drug mentions, slightly heated makeout session, little bit of angst

A/N: Finally got around to making a part 2 for this!

Part 1

A cacophony of phones ring around the room. Sidekicks shout to each other over cubicle half-walls. It’s chaos everywhere you look – at least if you were looking around the room. As it stands, you’re chasing your fiancé around the office much to his chagrin.

He hadn’t returned the night after your hospital stay, or the night after that. Part of you wondered if he worked through the nights nonstop. Another part of you wondered if he slept at the office on the uncomfortable sofa in the break room, or at Kirishima’s place. And an even smaller part of you wondered if he was simply avoiding you.

Sidestepping someone lugging around three boxes of case files, you struggle to keep up. “Please, can we talk about this?!” you beg.

“What’s there to talk about?” Katsuki grits his teeth and keeps pacing.

You grab a hold of his arm and try to slow him down. “Katsuki, stop walking away!”

He spins around and shakes your hand loose. “You came to my work and wanted to talk?” he growls, “I’m trying to track down your ex right now.”

“Can you tell me why this is such a big deal?” you ask exasperatedly. He straightens to all six-foot-five-inches and stonily stares at you. Stalking off to one of the conference rooms, he ushers you inside with a sharp tilt of the head and closes the door.

“A big deal?” he says and starts drawing the shades that let the rest of the agency see in. “You know those weekly therapy appointments I have? Your ex is the reason I go.”

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” Not wanting to hear tainted ‘news’ and opinion pieces from the media on what happened eight years ago, you waited for Katsuki to come home and talk to you. Except he didn’t.

“And what? Bring up stories from high school?” His voice latent with sarcasm and mockery turns higher in pitch. “Remember that one time in high school when you were kidnapped and brought to the League of Villains for recruitment and you thought you were going to die? Remember when All Might showed up and then you were transported away through a disgusting black sludge and met All for One and basically killed All Might? Remember all the problems that came with All Might’s disappearance and how society lost faith in heroes?”

His voice returns to normal and his eyes search yours. All you can do is stand there in mute horror. So even in private, the already closed-off Dynamight has parts of himself that he doesn’t want to share. “Is that what you want to hear? Because it doesn’t erase the fact that you were willingly with him. I would’ve rather heard you cheated on me than find out that you dated Dabi.”

His words are like a punch to the gut. He would rather you betray him, betray your relationship. You reach out for him, to offer comfort? To be comforted? Your fingers barely graze his bare forearm and he pulls away.

Garnet eyes stare at the ceiling. “Go home. I need time.” He leaves you alone in the office before you can reply.

There are multiple endings to his statement ‘I need time’. I need time to think. I need time away from you. I need time to decide what will happen to us.

He needs time, and you need answers.

Curious stares follow you as you walk out of the conference room. Alone. You pointedly ignore the heaviest glare on your back as you wait for the elevator.

The crowds on the streets swallow you up. Just another body in a sea of people. No one knows you as Dynamight’s fiancée here; you’re as inconspicuous as everyone else.

Pulling out your phone, you dial a number you know by heart. “We need to talk.”

“Well, well, well,” Touya’s voice crackles through the speaker, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Cut the crap Touya,” you snarl, “You just threw a live grenade into my relationship and walked out.” Something isn’t sitting right and you’re the only one who will talk to me.

“All in a day’s work,” he laughs. You pull the phone away from your ear and let him finish reveling in your misery. Looking both ways before crossing the street, you try to keep your conversation somewhat private.

“What the hell?!” you hiss, “I think I deserve some sort of explanation!” There’s silence on his end, and you almost check to see if the call is still active when Touya’s gravelly voice cuts through.

“Fine. You really want to talk?” he says, “I’m sending you an address. Don’t keep me waiting.”

The seedy bar Touya asked you to meet him at is nearly devoid of people, and you can see his spiky hair peeking above the edge of a booth. Taking a deep breath to calm the butterflies in your stomach, you walk over and slide into the booth with the man who single-handedly almost ended your relationship.

“You’re looking well,” Touya says and gestures to the half of your body that looks like it rubbed against sandpaper for too long. Thanks to your association with Katsuki, doctors were able to speed up the healing process with a couple quirks, but you left the hospital in pain.

“Am I though?” you offer him a tight-lipped smile. “I’m not here for small talk.”

“Straight to business then,” Touya raises an eyebrow, his amusement quickly dying.

“I thought… you were a dealer. An importer. I only remember you talking about those things, not the…” Your voice trails off. Not the kidnapping. Not the murder. I feel like I would’ve remembered that.

“What else do you remember about our time together?” Touya presses. Glacier blue eyes watch you like a hawk. You try to think back to your relationship with him, but that was three and a half years ago, and most of it is obscured by an accident you were in.

“We… We were together for two years. And you didn’t want me near the drugs,” you recount. Blurry memories race by you. You try to grab them in your mind’s eye, but none of it makes sense. Snippets of people you don’t know are there one second and gone the next. The last clear memory you have is- “And I got hit by a car…” Your eyes widen with the memory. It’s how you met Katsuki in the first place; he was the first one on the scene. “And you left me. You fucking left me to die!”

“I knew you wouldn’t die,” Touya shrugs and leans back in the booth. He almost looks… disappointed that you can’t recall more, but you also haven’t thought about him since you started dating Katsuki. “You’re stronger than that.”

“Oh so like how you hit me the other day?” you snort.

“I never expected to run into you like that,” Touya cracks a smile.

“Was that a joke?” you squint at him, “Are you trying to be funny right now?”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist.” He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a cellphone. “I have something to show ya, Doll. It will probably clear up a lot of your questions.”

“What?” you snap. Knowing him, he would probably show you a dick pic to break the tension. Were you dating, you could blow it off. As it stands though, you haven’t seen him – or his package – in quite some time. All you want are answers, but you swear you’ll throw his phone across the bar if it’s anything else.

Touya unlocks the phone and slides it over to you. He leans back and crosses his arms, his lips in a thin line. You hesitantly reach out and pick it up.

What you don’t expect to see is a paused video of you.

Press Play?

Push the phone away?

[glassartpeasants]

That ending was a stab on the heart from beginning to end I'm gonna steal bob 🏃🏾‍♀️

The One That Got Away

Shigaraki x GN!Reader

Warnings: Angst, cheating, death

A/N: Don’t threaten Bob

~~~

The bed felt different after that night.

2 months ago you had caught Shigaraki cheating on you with someone random woman. You stood in the doorway just watching, trying to find the words to say but nothing came out. It’s only when you dropped your groceries and your present to him is when he noticed your presence.

*flashback*

“Shit! (Y/N) it’s not what it looks like-” He tripped over his words. You said nothing as you just looked at him, knowing that no matter how much you loved him that there was nothing that could ever make you forget this.

“Fuck just say something!” You were still silent as you dropped the groceries you were holding. It just wasn’t clicking for you. How could he do this to you? what had you done wrong?

“What did I do wrong?” Your voice seemed to echo throughout the room. Nobody said anything. Until she spoke up.

“Oh my god, Im so sorry! I didn’t know he was taken! Please forgive me.” The girl spoke as she jumped outta bed and started putting her clothes on.

“It’s okay. I forgive you.” Those words spilled from your mouth before you could actually say anything you meant. The girl had hugged you before saying she was so sorry a final time. Flipping off Shiggy on the way out.

“(Y/N)...i promise we can talk about this.” You just kept looking at him. Those eyes seemed to burn into his soul. He doesn’t think you noticed the tears spilling from your eyes. He was about to say something to you but you started to walk towards him. Thinking he was gonna get hit he just stood still before feeling your part of the bed dip.

He turns around to see you laying there, eyes still open with tears rushing down your face, your clothes of the day still on your body.

Shigaraki tried to put his arms around you but you had hit his hands back. and used your feet to push him to the edge of the bed while you laid clung to the wall.

*flashback over*

Thinking back on it you don’t know why you didn’t just walk away. Maybe you were to tired from being busy and running errands for him all day? Did you want it to be a bad dream and hope to walk up to realize nothing ever happened? Whatever the reason was, you weren’t sure but a part of you wishes that you left that night.

Now you sit at the bar, sitting far away from what use to be your boyfriend, not even taking a glimpse of him and he knew it. You just sat in the corner drinking and looking on your phone until a familiar smell approached you. 

“Oh hey Dabi.”

“Hey there (Y/N), why aren’t you hanging out with crusty over there? He keeps staring at you and the tension in here could be cut with a knife. It’s been two months and apparently everyone said i should ask what's going on.”

“Im not going near him at the moment. We’re on a break per say.” this seemed to peak Dabi’s interest as he leaned closer.

“Oh? Did crusty do something?  Your secret's safe with me, i swear on my soul.” What did it matter if you told Dabi? He already doesn’t respect Shigaraki so why not, plus, so what if that fuck didn’t want anyone knowing, he shouldn’t have cheated when everyone else was sleeping in the base.

“Don’t tell anyone I told you but, 2 months ago I caught Shigaraki cheating on me...” You felt small tears prickle the corner of your eyes. Bringing your hand up to your face you rub it away, hoping to ignore the pain that was banging against your chest.

“What a dick, wanna make him pay?” You look up at Dabi who had a huge grin on his face. You thought about it for a good few seconds before shaking each others hand.

“Once Shigaraki goes out on that mission today, we’ll talk more.” Dabi said before getting up from his seat and grabbing a drink from the bar.

You didn’t know what Dabi had planned but you hoped it would bring Shigaraki the same pain you felt that fateful night 2 months ago.

~~~

You sat on the ground in Dabi’s room as he paced back in forth, coming up with revenge plans. All of them sucked or ended up with you guys might going to Jail.

“New plan, everytime Shigaraki wants to hang out tell him you had plans with me and leave the room. You can go somewhere and i’ll go somewhere with you. Effectively ditching him.” Thinking, you try to come up with all the pros and cons this proposal Dabi shared with you. But soon your hurt over ruled the logical side of you and you agreed to it not a moment later.

“Great! Now all we need is for Shigaraki to ask to hang out with you. Don’t know how long that’ll take though...”

“I usually ignore him after what happened but sometimes he asks to hang out with me whenever its a slow day at the base or if he’s bored.”

“ Well guess we have to wait tell then huh?” Nodding your head, you get up before putting a thumbs up in his direction. You walked out of his room and see Shigaraki sitting at the bar. He must have finished his mission early. You rolled your eyes before sitting on the other side of the bar counter. You could feel shigaraki look at you through father.

“Hey....”

“.....”

“Look im sorry, a-and i know that doesn’t excuse what I did but please-” You got up before he could finishing his sentence as you walked towards your shared bedroom. Going in there use to give you comfort but now everytime you step into that room you see that fateful night over and over again.

You sat on the bed before hearing Shigaraki’s footsteps coming towards the room. Furrowing your brows, you ignore him as you put your shoes on. You needed a little bit of fresh air so you were planning on going to the local park to relax a bit. You weren’t a villain like the rest of them, you were just a simple civilian. Not that you minded really. It was peaceful not fearing for your life everyday and having the fear of failure not on your shoulders.

You didn’t really have a quirk so you just ignored the questions when people asked you if you had one. 

“Can I talk to you?” You were dragged back to reality when Shigaraki’s voice rang through your ears. Annoyed you just answered hoping that the conversation would be short. 

“What do you want?” You voice was snappy and you could feel the venom dripping from it.

“I understand that your mad. And you have every right to be but your not even giving me a chance to redeem myself and-”

“Redeem yourself? Why the hell would I do that? YOU cheated on ME. LIke hell im gonna forgive you so easily.”

“It’s been two months! What happened was in the past!”

“It was in the past my ass. How would you like it to see your lover in bed with another?!”

“I-”

“I felt like my soul died that day. I thought I was your only one! Only to find out that you slept with her! Was she a one time thing or were there more hookups?!” You stood up from the bed as your fists turned white and your anger slowly erupting.

“.....”

“TELL ME DAMNIT!”

“Three...there were three different occasions...” Now the tears were kicking in. You were hoping that it wasn’t true. What if there was more and he was only saying three just to ease your heart?

“Why? Why would you do this to me? What did I do to deserve this?” Your questions were like knives stabbing into Shigaraki’s heart. He wanted to tell you the truth, but he didn’t want your heart to hurt more than it already was.

“Im not going to ask again Shigaraki. You either tell me the truth or I will walk out of this base and never come back.”

“The...the first time it was a drunk accident, the second time Dabi had brought her to the base and one thing led to another. The last one was the same as the second one.”

“Did...did Dabi know about the affair?” You were begging, no pleading for him not to have known. You didn’t know if your heart could take it.

“Yes...” That was it. That was the thing that broke you. Walking up to Shigaraki you pushed past him before flipping him off and saying one final line.

“I would rather die that ever be with you again.” And with that, you left the hideout. You speed walked through the alleys to get to you parked your car. Your friends house was pretty far and you didn’t feel like walking in the dead of night were criminal activity was more active. 

Getting in your car, you turn on the radio and start breaking down. Your tears were blurring your eyesight as you put the car in drive. 

The streets weren’t busy except for the occasion car with some college students. Or drunk people walking along the sidewalk. The sound of the radio blasting songs that were supposed to be happy barley brightened up your mood as you drove down the dark highways.

All of a sudden a bright light hit your eyes from the right side. Some fuck must have had their brights on. But you had the right away so you went. All of a sudden a huge crash rang through your ears and the world became dark.

~~~

A ring came from Shigaraki’s phone. Looking at the clock he noticed it to be 2am. Annoyed he just decided to answer it.

“Hello, this is (hospital name). You were listed under a emergency contact for (Y/N) (L/N).” Shigaraki jolted awake as his hands reached his neck, standing up and already begun to pace the floor of his room.

“Yes did something happen?!”

“At 12am tonight miss (Y/N) was in a car crash. A hit and run to be exact. Their car was totalled after it rolled about 3 times from the speed that the driver hit them. A bystander of the accident called 119. They were in need of surgery immediately once paramedics noticed that they were crushed and bleeding out quickly due to a shard of glass that was stabbed in their chest.”

“Are they okay?!” The doctor on the other end went silent.

“Im deeply sorry for your lost sir. They died during surgery trying to remove the glass that was lodged in their skin. The police are on the look for the suspect. if you wish to see them were on (blank street). Once again, im sorry for your loss. Goodnight sir.” The phone went silent as the doctor hung up. 

Everything seemed to stop as the feared villain feel to his knees. Tears fell from his eyes as his body shook. He realized that now it was impossible to even try. And the last words you had ever said were ‘ you’d rather die than ever be with him again.’ Crying into his hands as his tears made a puddle on the floor.

I guess you took your words seriously.

[just-a-quirkless-loser]

What Did I Do To Deserve You?

ITS WHAT!?!

Alpha Dabi x F! Omega Reader

Words: 2.5K

Summary: Dabi finds out it’s your birthday

Soundtrack: ‘Safety Net’ by Ariana Grande ft. Ty Dolla $ign

Cuddling with your alpha, Dabi, is always the best. His smokey scent always engulfs your entire being as his strong arms keep you grounded against his chest. He always looks at you like you’re the best thing on this planet. Although, his snuggles are the least of your concern right now. 

Right now, you’re trying to figure out how you’ll survive another minute of the cuddling position he has chosen for this moment. He’s sitting on the couch with you straddling his hips, your body arched into him as he keeps on hand settled on your ass. The other hand is fumbling with a Wii controller, clumsily playing bowling. It’s actually kinda cute how much your alpha loves to play video games (you hypothesis it may be because of how he was treated as a child but, Dabi barely talks about his childhood nowadays). 

The problem, however, is that your alpha has decided to make you suffer. His hardness grinds into your core every time you try to move. You swear up and down in your mind that he does this on purpose to torture you for going to work every day. It’s pure agony laying there, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter after each second. 

Dabi, on the other hand, is having the time of his life. He enjoys the way your core radiates warmth on his dick. Plus, you’ve been at work so much lately that he’s barely had you to himself for longer than an hour before you retire to your shared bedroom and pass out from exhaustion. Your asshole boss has been keeping you in the office longer since you have a big project coming up. 

The alpha within him hates being separated from his omega but, he understands that you need your own independence. Thus, having this Thursday morning with you all to himself has made him incredibly happy. He thinks for a moment that maybe you might be sick (you only ever call out of work if you physically can’t make it) but you show no signs of illness. Then, his mind rejoices at the idea that you’ve finally agreed to quit your stupid job and allow him to provide for you; you quickly shot down this motion and told him you simply wanted to relax for once. He pouts. 

“I’m not giving up hope,” you giggle and kiss his cheek. Kissing him on the lips would be a dangerous game right now. 

“I’m sure you won’t, alpha,” Dabi’s nose flares. Glancing down at you, he runs his tongue along his teeth. Goodness, how have you survived this long in his lap? 

Your starting match with your mate is cut short by your phone ringing. You flick his nose on your way up and yelp as he swats your ass in retaliation. You look back to glare at him but he’s innocently looking at the t.v., looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes. Sometimes you truly cannot believe this same man works for the League. 

“Hello, Momma,” you sigh a bit as you answer the phone. You didn’t expect her to call you. 

“Y/N!!! Happy Birthday, my beautiful girl. How are you enjoying it?” you can hear Dabi pause his game. You silently curse your mother for finally deciding to be attentive to you.

“It’s going good, momma. I took off of work for the day,” by now, Dabi is silently staring at you. His tall figure looms over you as he mouths ‘birthday’ to you. You nod your head, wondering for a moment how the fuck his hearing is so good. 

“You deserve it. It’s such a beautiful thing to turn 17,” you sigh once again. You suppose you were asking too much for your mother to remember your age in addition to remembering the day she pushed you out of her vagina. 

“Momma, I’m turning 20,” you try not to let her ruin your mood. You try to be thankful that she’s at least making an effort. On the other hand, Dabi looks at the phone in disgust. You’ve never really told Dabi about your childhood but, he had picked up over time that you were in the same boat as himself.

“Oh dear, I’m sorry. Time is flying by so fast,” you just shake your head.

“Yeah, it really is. I have to go, ma. I’m getting ready to go do some shopping. I deserve it.”

“Yes, yes you do. I love you, Y/N,” you can tell she feels bad.

“As I do you, momma,” you end the call. You know it must hurt her when you don’t tell her you love her back but, you’ve never been able to tell her that. You care for her but, it’s so hard forgiving her. 

“IT’S WHAT!?!?!” ahhh, yes, you now have to deal with Dabi. It’s actually kinda funny how your birthday has just now dawned on his mind. However, you don’t dare laugh because you already know he feels bad enough for not knowing in the first place. “Omega, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well, I don’t normally celebrate it. My boss normally gives me the day off no matter how much I protest. I just wanted to spend the day with you,” you relish in the warmth of his palm as he starts to stroke your cheek. You stare into his deep, cerulean eyes, feeling yourself get lost. “Don’t feel bad, alpha. It’s not that important.”

“IT IS IMPORTANT,” he snaps a bit, nuzzling your head. “It’s the day you were born to be mine. I don’t know what I’d be without you.”

“You’d be the same, just a bit more aggressive,” you giggle. You have no doubt in your mind that your alpha would be single without you. It takes a special kind of person to deal with your Dabi. 

“That’s beside the point. Why didn’t you celebrate your birthday?” your eyes narrow as he speaks in the past tense.

“I DON’T celebrate it because I never got into it. I never really told you this ‘cause uh,” you rub the back of your neck in embarrassment. You know that you owe it to him to at least give him a good explanation. “Growing up, my parents were on really hard drugs. I mostly tried to avoid being in the house after things got bad so I was out working most of the time, trying to survive. I never really noticed my birthday since, you know, I was too preoccupied with taking care of myself. Then, the years started going by too fast till I just gave up trying to celebrate.”

“Y/N, Omega, look at me when I say this,” he cups your face in his hands, his nose rubbing against your, both of your eyes staring at each other. “Never feel ashamed of your past. Never feel ashamed to tell me things about yourself. I will never judge you. I love you so much, baby. Never forget that.”

“Yes, alpha,” and the matter was forgotten in your eyes. For the rest of the day, Dabi treated you like a queen (although, if you’re being honest, it didn’t really feel any different from how he normally treats you. If anything, he didn’t even let you walk). That night, he cooked you dinner and played with your hair the way you liked as he lulled you to sleep.

Once he was sure you were asleep, Dabi crept out of the bed. He watched you for a moment as you whined, hand-stretched out searching for your alpha. Your hand soon found his scented pillow and you decided it would be your ‘faux’ Dabi. It was adorable. Dabi made sure to snap a few pictures before sneaking out to the living room to make his call. 

“Dabi, this better be fucking good. It’s booty-call hours and I know you’re not calling me for that….unlesssss?”

“Giran shut the fuck up and listen. I want to use some of my money to take Y/N on a small trip for her birthday. Not too extravagant. She hates shit like that,” Dabi was already regretting calling the man. 

“When’s her birthday?” Dabi could hear Giran shuffling around with a piece of paper. He could imagine he was probably writing down information. 

“It was today. She just t-”

“What the fuck, Dabi?!?! How could you forget her FUCKING BIRTHDAY?! SHE’S THE BEST FUCKING THING YOUR SORRY ASS IS GONN-” Dabi had to cool the rage of his inner alpha.

“She just fucking told me, you old, senile bastard. She wasn’t even going to tell me. I found out because her good-for-nothing mother called,” Dabi was pinching the bridge of his nose. He was still pissed you hadn’t shared something so important with him. He was even more pissed at himself for not realizing sooner. 

“Oh...my bad. How soon do you want the plans to be made?”

“As soon as possible. I don’t care how much money it costs to get reservations and shit. I just want to treat her the way she deserves. Also, tell Shigaraki that I’ll be out of commission for the days you book. I mean it. None of you better fucking call me,” his voice dropped an octave. “This is my omega’s time. I’ll let you sorry fucks die if you’re stupid enough to get into trouble while I’m gone.”

“Geez, I get it. I’ll tell the others. If it’s for Y/N, we’ll lay low for a few days,” you had managed to weasel your way into the hearts of the group. Every time one of them had come to your home pleading, you took care of them. Hell, even Shigaraki tolerated you. 

“Thank you,” Dabi meant it. “I’ll let you get back to your sleep.”

Then, he was back in the bed with you. You knew nothing of what had happened and he couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when he told you of the plans he (well, technically Giran) made. 

                                                          ***

“Hell no,” why did you have to be such a difficult omega? “I have a job, Dabi.”

“Baby, it’s only a few days. I know you have more than enough vacation days saved up. Just let your daddy take care of you,” you blushed hard. You had been getting ready for work when Dabi told you he had planned something for your birthday.

“Dabi, I can’t just not show up to work. Plus, I have work to do for this project,” you went to step around your alpha when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his chest.

“No, you don’t. I already asked your boss and he said you can come. It’s only for a few days babe. I promise you’ll love it,” he was giving you his pout. You turned your head to the side knowing that you would cave in to his demands the longer he looked at his face. You must resist temptation. You must...you must...you...have never seen Dabi look at you the way he is now. He seems so excited for whatever he has planned. You can’t bring yourself to deny his excitement. 

“Fine. What do I need to pack?” Dabi rejoiced in your defeat, smiling down at you. 

“I’ve already packed for you,” your alpha pulls a suitcase from underneath the bed. Ahhh, so that’s where some of your clothes had gone. “I’ve already got the car outside all gassed up, Giran said he’ll drop by to make sure the house is taken care of, and I’ve got your favorite snacks waiting to be eaten by you.”

This man truly loves you with all his being. You spend the next hours napping in the car per Dabi’s request. Even though you’d never admit it, it feels so good to have a break from working in your work cubicle. Maybe, you’ll decide to take a few more days off more often. After you wake up for your cat-nap, you eat your snacks like a good girl, giggling at any of the stupid roadtrip games Dabi comes up with. 

Every time you ask about your destination, Dabi just shoots you a conspiratorial grin and tells you to “enjoy the ride like a good girl.” You squint your eyes at him the first few times as you think about reaching over to grab his dick. You decide against it, your self-preservation telling you that idea may not be the best course of action. 

The day is slowly turning into evening but you don’t mind. The day has been immaculate at your alpha’s side. 

Eventually, Dabi tells you to close your eyes. You do so with no argument, ready to see what your surprise is (at this point, you’ve learned there is no point in trying to protest). You hear the car stop and Dabi helps you out, his hands covering your eyes as he walks you somewhere. From what you can feel, you’re somewhere with gravel. That revelation does nothing to tell you where you are. 

“How much further?” you whine. You’ve been walking for a few minutes now, every so often you stumble over a pebble, making Dabi laugh.

“How do you manage to trip and I’m literally guiding you?” you huff.

“Answer my question fool,” you yelp as Dabi gives you a quick swat to the butt. You rub the sting away and give him an imaginary glare. 

Instead of answering, he uncovers your eyes to the most beautiful thing you've seen in your life (aside from Dabi ofcourse). A log cabin stands in front of you, large windows spanning from the ground to the ceilings. It looks like it may be made of pine wood. Everything looks so polished and poised. But, that’s not even the best part. 

From where you stand, you can smell water. Walking a few steps ahead of Dabi, you can see a beautiful lake behind the cabin, the water glistening as it reflects the setting sun. Hues of magenta, tangerine, and candy apple sprays across the sky. Light is giving way to night before your very eyes and you feel yourself beginning to tear up. The sandy beach feels heavenly on your toes, the air feels calm and fresh, the lake still sparkling. 

You can still hear Dabi behind you as you wrap your arms around yourself. You try to cry silently but, you just end up full-on sobbing. No one has ever done something so thoughtful for you; no one has cared enough about you to do anything like this.

Your alpha doesn’t ask you what’s wrong. He just keeps you against his chest as he lets you deal with your emotions. By the look on your face, he can tell he’s done a good job by consulting with Giran. 

“Thank you.”

“Anything for my omega,” you grin. You’ll have to start letting him care for you more often if this is what he comes up with.

You both walk along the beach, laughing at each other when either of you trip on the mounds of sand. It’s another moment of calm that is reserved for only the two of you. 

“So, you do like the beach?” Dabi looks nervous as he holds you.

“I love it.”

“Good. It’s our beach now,” and, although it sounds innocent enough, you look at him with squared eyes.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I bought the beach,” give it some time to set in. Okay, maybe a few more moments of digestion.

“YOU DID WHAT?!?!”

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[villainsandvictimsalliance]

I have this really angsty idea about an bnha / mha end where, in order to defeat AFO, Izuku needs to trust Tomura and give him One For All.

*Edit: Please check this other post after reading this. It's the comfort counterpart of this post, with how things work out in the end and how all the sadness fades into a new light.

The vestiges just need to help holding AFO back, because the mix of the two powers are too much for his body to handle and Tomura plans to decay himself, finally putting an end to what his sensei started.

And what if the news are streaming it happening in live in every screen of Japan? Now everyone is watching how Tomura is giving his life in one of the most painful ways possibles to avoid Izuku or All Might dying, to save the world.

Imagine the reactions of the League of Villains, watching Tomura do everything he can to make their dream come true: a new world, where they are accepted, where they are free, free of AFO and free of the whole "heroes and villians" point of view.

Imagine the reaction of the pro-heroes that never respected Tomura and thought he was just a man child. Imagine them finally understanding that Tomura needed rescuing but none of them gave him the hand he needed. And now there's nothing they can't do to erase the tragedy of a kid that even while he's dying, he won't stop smiling and telling the world everything will be alright.

Imagine class 1-A seeing it all and knowing that it could be Izuku. They could be the ones losing a friend. The are so similar, how could they not see it before? And even if Tomura was a real villain, there's people who love him that are losing him too. He's human. And he's— he's—

Imagine Ochaco and the girls holding Toga back, because she's struggling to go with Tomura. No one have ever seen her crying like that. Why? Why can't she help the man that became like an older brother to her? He promised to never destroy what she loves, but now he's decaying himself like he doesn't matter, like she doesn't love him, like she wouldn't give everything to share his pain one last time.

Imagine Natsuo and Shoto having to pin Dabi to the ground because they know he longs to do the same as Toga. Imagine Rei hugging her son after so many years, holding him in her arms, trying to calm his fire with her ice, whispering whatever she can to reassure him. But what can she do? She heard the story of how that other kid lost his family and she wonders, she wonders about the mother that ran to his child even as he decayed her. The Touya she knew was filled with rage and bitterness and even if he's still there, in the tears of blood of her son now she finds the silhouette of a man that learned to love. And now the man who taught him that, that showed him kindness and mercy, has only minutes left. She weeps for the mother that would never see her child becoming a hero, she weeps for his own kid, a living corpse more than ever, empty eyes, resigned. She weeps for herself. They have Touya back, but she's wondering if the cost of righting those wrongs is too high.

The whole League needs to be held back. They have lost so much, so many times. Over and over again they've seen their friends die. No one cared except them. No one cared for Magne or Twice or Compress arm. Only them, tight together in dirty holes and lonely buildings.

There's nothing the pro-heroes can do.

Spinner is sobbing and screaming that all along Tomura has been more a hero and a human than any of them. Fuck Stain. Tomura fought for them when Stain was too busy fulfilling his selfish wishes. Fuck everyone. Tomura broke himself again and again and proved that he cared about them when no one else did. He was the champion of the fallen, the hero of those who had lost hope. He, the kid that was left to die, the kid that was groomed and manipulated, a living experiment who was even possessed, abused in so many ways, dismissed. If there's someone that should be destroying the world, that's Tomura. He had lived with the greatest shadow on Earth. And there he was, using the quirk that everyone said was for killing to kill their fear, to kill they're sadness, to put at end to the suffering. A light so bright no evil could ever fade it.

Imagine Aizawa and Present Mic being with Kurogiri while he's losing the kid he raised, his loved son. For a decade and a half he watched that kid get taller, smarter, stronger. He saw his anxiety and his traumas, he stayed the nights he couldn't sleep, he went every time Tomura called his name. Imagine Shirakumo begging them to save him,because that's his child. Tomura is to him what Eri is to Aizawa. That's his kid. That's his kid. And he's paying for something he didn't do. A fucking tragedy. And he's dying alone, in the hands of the man that broke him for almost two decades. To save the people that wanted him dead.

And finally, imagine Tomura asking them with his last breath to take care of each other. Imagine Tomura asking everyone who's listening to just stop that nonsense of waiting for somebody else to do the rescue. If only someone, anyone, would have taken him with them when he was a kid, none of that would be happening. Everyone can be a hero or a villian, that's not something quirks determine. Quirk or no quirk, it's not about being strong or fast or smart, it's about doing the right thing because you want to, because you want to make the world a better place.

He apologizes to the League and ask the people to understand and forgive. He doesn't want his friends— No, his family, to suffer like he has. They still has time. They can live now. It's okay. He smiles one last time, so much like Nana... Toshi feels how a part of him dies too as Tomura laughs. "Celebrate for me, would you?"

He has saved them.

And he banishes, no more than dust floating around during the dawn. No more white hair floating like a halo of stars or red eyes like morning suns. No more reassuring smiles or raspy voice. No more.

He's gone.

[kaeyasstarlight]

A Sleeping Beauty(Husband!/Prince!Shoto Todoroki x Wife!/Aurora!Reader)(Royal/Sleeping Beauty AU)

A.N: I hope you will like this scenario and I had fun writing it :D I will probably do more Disney stories like this with other characters and have fun reading! :)

If I made a mistake feel free to tell me! :)

Genre:Fluff

Warnings: Female pronouns(She/Her)

Story Used:"Sleeping Beauty" Disney adaptation

"Daddy! It's time for my bed time story!",your 4 years old kid yells(You can choose a girl,a boy or a non-binary kid).

"I'm coming princess/prince/royal",your husband Shoto responds while smiling at you both's creation.

He thanks you everyday for giving him the most beautiful gift you could have given him, a child of his own.

He goes sit on the bed of his kid and he sees your down expression on your face while you pass in the hallway.

You have been feeling down lately because of work, but you didn't want to show it to your family, but Shoto knows you too well and saw that you were down. An idea pops in his head at this moment.

"Hey Honey? Would like to come listen to the story with us. The one of today is special.", you smile at him

"Of course. I'll go get a blanket and I'm coming."

You then get back with the big blanket and put it on you, Shoto and your kid.

"So, you said that today's story was special?",you look at your husband.

"Yes. I took a story and changed it a bit at my manner."

"I'm excited to see", said your kid with a big grin on their face.

"Ok, so here it is":

Once upon a time, in the Kingdom of (Your Country), was born a beautiful princess named Y/N L/N.

"Just like mommy!", said your kid while cutting Shoto's story.

"Yes just like Mommy, and she was just as beautiful as your mother."

You knew where this was going and a smile popped on your face at his actions.

For the birth of the princess, their parents has organized a big event where all the kingdom and the Kingdom of the king Enji who had just gotten a fourth kid nammed Shoto, was invited. The parents(I made it so it works if you have two moms or two dads), had invited three fairies and they each would give the princess a gift. The first one, Katsuki, gave the princess the gift of beauty. The second one, Tenya, gave the princess the gift of a beautiful voice.

"For now the story works with mommy's description"

"You think so",said Shoto

"Yeah! Mommy is very beautiful and she has a pretty voice when she sings"

"You don't have to say all that",you respond while blushing a bit

"Also the prince has the same name as you daddy"

"Yeah. Imagine the princess and the prince ends up together like me and mommy."

"It would be so cute!"

"Before you continue, does the fairies has the same names as uncle Kacchan and uncle Iida?"

'Yeah, and the third one's name is Izuku just like uncle Midoriya"

"Ohhhhh you can continue"

Shoto continues:

When it was the turn of the third fairy,Izuku, a big amount of smoke appeared. It was the shapeshifter witch Himiko Toga.

"No one invited me to the party? How sad. Well I guess I can also give something to the little girl now that I'm here."

"No! You won't touch her and get her blood you crazy witch!"

"Oh come on! You know I have something better. You didn't invite to the celebration when you know I love parties. You know what? I'm gonna give the princess a gift! She will pick her finger on a spinning wheel on her sixteenth birthday and die!"

"NO!", yelled your parents

Himiko then disapeared in a cloud of smoke. The third fairy hasn't given her gift yet. He decides to give her the gift that instead of dying, she will fall into a deep slumber until someone gives her a true love kiss. The parents of the girl orders that all spinning wheels of the kingdom must be burned and the parents decides to let their daughter live with the fairies in a cottage in the forest.

Many years later, the princess turns into a beautiful and wonderful woman. She doesn't know her parents are the royal family and she thinks she's just a peseant and that Katsuki,Tenya and Izuku educated her after her parents died. It is now Y/N's sixteeth birthday and the fairies wants to organize her a surprise party.

"Y/N? Could you please go gather berries for the dessert tonight?", said Tenya.

"Of course! I'll be back later!"

"And don't forget not talk to strangers!",reminded Katsuki

Y/N left the house and went to go gather the berries in the forest. The girl then decided to go by the river a little while. The animals then gather aroud her. She always had a good relationship with animals and she taught they could understand her.

Meanwhile, the prince Shoto, who has also become a handsome young man, was out with his horse and heard the voice of the girl. He got struck by the beauty of her voice he wanted to know who she was. He tried to follow the voice but on his way, he fell into a pound.

On the side of the river, Y/N is talking with animals about the fact that her godfathers stills treats her like she's a child and she wishes she could meet someone. She then tells them she met someone "Once Upon A Dream". While she tells her dream about her walking with a prince, some of the animals finds the cape,the boots and the hat of the prince and takes them.

(At this part you can listen to the song "Once Upon A Dream" to be more in the ambiance ;) )

The animals acts as the prince of Y/N's dream and dance with her. She is getting directly in the scene and dances with them while pretending she's talking to the prince from her dream. Then at a moment, the real prince Shoto starts to sing. She's surprised at first and tries to go away because he's a stranger. He then tells her: "Don't you remember? You said it yourself, we already met, "Once Upon A Dream"".he then starts to sing again. The princess then gets confidence in him and dances with him like this.

Shoto makes you stand up and puts his hand on your waist. He makes you sway in his arms to slow dance just like the prince with the princess in the story. He starts to sing the song and you get along with it. You both are twirling in your kid's room and having a romantic moment like you never had. Your kid looks at the both of you with amazed eyes and claps at the end of your performance.

"Let's go back to the story shall we?",Shoto says after you both sat down again on the bed.

Y/N invites the young man to meet her godfathers at dinner and he accepts. Meanwhile, at the cottage, the fairies had some trouble to organize the party so they decided to use their magic.

"HUH?! Why the hell would you want to make the dress Blue?! It would obviously be better in Pink!(I can't belive I wrote that haha)",said Katsuki

"Kacchan I was just proposing an idea, but I think that the Blue would be better on Y/N",responded Izuku

"Hell nah! I have way better fashion sense than you damn nerd! She would be so much better in Pink!"

While they were arguying, Tenya was trying to make a cake with no big succes the normal way. With magic, it gave a better result and it looked so delicious. Unfortunately, all the magic that Katsuki, Tenya and Izuku were making was leaving traces and it caught the attention of Himiko's sidekick, Dabi. He hides behind the house and Y/N arrives back home. She tells her godfathers that she has fallen in love, but they don't know it's the prince. They tell her that she's the princess and that she's already engaged to the prince Shoto and they will bring her back to the castle tonight. She goes in her room crying because won't be able to be with the stranger she fell in love with.

Dabi overheard the conversation and went to tell Himiko that the princess would be at the castle tonight.

Meanwhile,the prince tells his father he wants to marry a peseant, which the king Enji is not pleased about.

"SHOTOOO! YOU CAN'T MARRY A PESEANT! YOU'RE ENGAGED TO THE PRINCESS Y/N!"

Shoto didn't care about his father and would go to the dinner at the cottage tonight anyways.

Y/N gets all dressed and ready for her birthday celebration and be with her parents again, but then a glow apears in the room. She follows it by curiosity. The fairies then also see the glow when they come to go get Y/N and try to go as fast as they can to stop her. Unfortunately, they came too late and the beautiful princess was on the floor. Himiko laughs at her victory:

"Hahahaa! I did it! The princess is dead and you came too late!", she disapears and the fairies put the princess in a bed in the highest tower of the castle. They put all the people from the castle in a deep slumber just like Y/N. Before they fell asleep, the king Enji and the parents of Y/N were talking and the fairies understand that the man Y/N fell in love with was the prince. When they go back to the cottage, they realize the prince has already been taken to Himiko's hideout.

"So....", Himiko shows to Shoto his princess in a deep slumber.

"Would you look at that. The beautiful princess you fell in love with has been put in a deep slumber. I think I should let her like this until you become old and raged while she didn't age a bit and you won't be together."

"NO!", Shoto yells.

Y/N was one of the only person Shoto trusted and wanted to be with forever and he was gonna lost her. When Himiko leaves the prince alone, the fairies rescue him and give him a sword and a shield to fight the witch.

Himiko tries to stop Shoto to go in the castle by putting thorns around it, but without succes for her, because the prince breaks them in a sway of his sword. She turns into a big dragon to confront him and the prince fights her furiously. At a moment, he throws the sword into her heart to kill her(I'm sorry TwT I love Toga I didn't want to kill her but it's for the sake of the story TwT).

The prince goes up to the highest tower of the castle and finds his beautiful princess on the bed. He goes closer to her to kiss her on the lips. She wakes up and sees her love smiling at her. They go together in the ballroom and Y/N's parents are glad to see her again after all those years. They all go in a hug and Y/N goes back to her prince and they dance together. While they dance, Katsuki and Izuku are still fighting over the color of the dress.

"I told you Pink, you damn nerd!"

"-_- You know what at this point I won't even try Kacchan."

They then got married a few months later and got many beautiful/handsome childrens.

The end.

"Wow! They ended up together just like you two! It's so cool!", your kid says didn't realizing it was you two all along.

Thanks to Shoto, your sad expression of earlier was long gone.

"It was a beautiful story Sho", you say smiling at him

"I'm glad you both liked it", Shoto responds.

Your kid yawns and you tug them in their bed.

"Goodnight my baby",you say to them.

"Goodnight mommy and daddy,I love you"

"Goodnight", you both say to them.

You peek throught the door to see that they are already asleep.

"So.... Many kids huh?", you say smirking a bit at him.

He also smirks at you and says:"I mean I wouldn't mind giving them a sibling.", he goes closer to you to kiss you on the lips and then rub your arms.

"Would you like to?", he says.

"I wouldn't mind either. You want to start now?", you respond.

He responds to you by smirking.

It's gonna be a long night... ;)

A.N: I hope you enjoyed this story. I had fun writing it and I will probably do more scenarios like this with other characters and stories :)

Have a nice day or night and remember to take care of yourselves! <3 (I'm on my period right now so I try to take care of myself TwT)

You are beautiful and loved! <3

See you soon!

[yeahimaloser]

Come Home

I have had no time to write for Dabi but I finally did it :D although it's kinda a mini fic lol

Summary: You’ve always been there for Dabi, loving him and being there for him no matter what. But when he comes home one night that’s when things turn sour...

Word count: 2k

Warning: swearing, angst, breakup, drunkness

. . .

You tapped your foot anxiously against the hardwood floor of your home, checking the clock yet again, although you knew what it would say.

It was two a.m, five hours after Dabi had texted you to let you know he would be home soon. You had been excited at first, you hadn’t seen him in a few days due to a mission he was on, and you knew when he came home he wouldn’t let his hands leave you. He wouldn’t let your lips leave his, he would sit you down on your bed saying; “Dinner can wait, babe, lemme just lay down for a sec ok, then I can help.”

And you would say; “You would just burn it anyways.”

And when you tried to go back to cooking, Dabi would just grab your wrist and pull you to him.

“You can cook when I’m done with my nap.”

“And what do I have to do with your nap?” You would ask coyly.

“You know I can't sleep well without you.”

You loved when he came home.

But that didn’t happen.

Instead, here you were, waiting. Waiting for anything, and no matter what you did, your thoughts always came back to you.

What if he was hurt, what if he was dying? What if you would never see him again? What if he was never coming home?

You shivered at the thought. There was no telling when Dabi would be home, no telling if he would come at all really. You just had to hope, and that’s all you could do.

But the thought of something happening kept crawling back into your mind, the thought of Dabi getting hurt, being on the run, or worse.

You turned back to your tv, checking the news station yet again, waiting for them to announce that something had happened to your boyfriend. Waiting till you got the news he wasn’t coming home to you…

But that never came.

Not the sound of the News Reporter saying anything about your boyfriend, not your phone buzzing with the news alert of the villain Dabi on the run, or captured, not even the sound of the police outside your home, waiting to question you.

Nothing, everything was so silent it almost made you want to scream just to break the glass-like stillness.

But your throat felt constricted, your body felt rigid against your muscles.

You felt like if you moved, everything would fall apart. As if you moved you would be the cause of Dabi’s downfall.

Of course, you knew better. You knew that, if you did move, the only thing that would cause anyone any sort of pain would be your own muscles. You knew it was idiotic to wait up this long, you knew Dabi would be home, with some witty excuse for you. You knew he would give you a silent kiss as an apology.

But still, you held your breath, waiting for anything to shake you out of the stillness you had found yourself in.

Finally, after so long you heard the door open.

And Dabi stumbled through it.

The smell of alcohol hit your nose, and the light blush on your boyfriend's pale face only served to prove your initial thought.

Apparently, while you were at home, worrying and staying up for him, Dabi was out, getting drunk and not even thinking of calling you to make sure you knew he was ok. He didn’t even care to text you back after the more than twenty plus messages you sent him, ranging from, “I hope you’re ok”, too, “Please Dabi just be safe ok,” was it so much to ask of him to give you a response?

Apparently yes.

As you were still getting over your shock of the situation, all Dabi did was chuckle.

“What, did you miss me?” His words slurred lightly, and he stumbled towards you.

But you backed away, “Wha- Dabi, where were you?”

Obviously, you knew the answer, you just wanted to hear it from his mouth, you wanted to hear him say it.

“’S out drink doll, a victory drink babe. You should have come with us, would have liked to have your cute lil’ ass with me,” he smirked at the thought of having you with him, pulling your lips to his, whispering in your ear as you told him to stop because; “It’s embarrassing”.

Of course, though, you had been sitting at home, wondering and worrying about where he was. And when you heard him say that, you lost it.

“Yeah? Well, my ass has been here, worrying about you. But I guess you didn’t need me too, did you?” To be honest, you could care less if the venom in your voice sounded uneven in your tone, you just needed him to hear it.

But you were just met with a confused gaze, “What do you mean sweet cheeks? I texted you.”

Well, at least he thought he did.

You felt rage building up in your stomach, “No, you didn’t. And you know what? Why do I even care, you obviously don’t. God, I can't believe I spent all that time waiting for you, and for what? For you to come home fucking drunk?”

To your dismay, Dabi just shrugged, “Life of loving a villain babe, sorry.”

You felt your muscles tense up with anger, your fists clench hard against your palm, “You know what Dabi? A simple, ‘I’m sorry' would have been enough, but you just come home and act like a dick don’t you? God, what the hell would I even expect from you? You are far off from hitting boyfriend of the year. You don’t even care.”

Dabi felt his gut twist, but he felt the alcohol in his system mess with his line of thinking.

He put a hand to his head, “Look, can we just sleep? You can yell at me in the morning, but I don’t need a bitchy attitude right now ok?”

To be truthful, he didn’t mean to say it so rudely, he just wanted to sleep. Spending so much time away was hard on him, what with his skin condition and all.

He really did mean to come home to you early, he was really excited about it too, thinking about how surprised and happy you would be when he got home, wrapping your arms around him and saying; “Oh you poor thing. I bet you just want to lay down and let me get you something to drink.”

Obviously, you wouldn’t say that, you would probably scold him for being reckless again.

But Dabi knew you would always welcome him home with open arms, no matter what. You were always there for him, always taking care of him, helping him, and loving him. Even if he didn’t deserve it.

Dabi knew he didn’t deserve you, it was as plain as day. Yet, he really did love you.

He vowed to always keep you close to him, not even the league knew of you. It was mostly a safety measure, if he ended up betraying them for any reason, he couldn’t have you being used as leverage against him. Because he knew if he had to, he would give up anything for you.

Plus, if you ever got caught by a hero, he would only have to worry about his neck, not the others.

Not that he would care, though, in fact, he would probably let them die if it meant your safety.

And besides, he liked being the only villain you knew, it added a sense of taboo and suspense to your relationship. Which Dabi was very much a fan of.

But, Dabi knew you deserved better, he knew you deserved a man that would come home to you, that would spoil you in riches and love. Not him, a man that would all too often come home in the dead of night, only to crash against your bed.

Yet, you never said anything, only gently kissed the bridge of his nose before he fell asleep.

God, he didn’t deserve you.

And if he wasn't drunk at the moment he would have never said such vile words to you.

“Bitchy attitude?! All I do is worry and slave over you, and this is the thanks I get?! What the hell Dabi!”

“You knew what you were getting into when you started all this! Don’t act like I forced you into dating me! God, can you stop acting like a victim for two seconds you’re making my head hurt.”

His words kept slurring, and you knew that he couldn’t really think straight at the moment, but a part of you couldn’t seem to care.

You felt your nails dig into the flesh of your palm, you might have been cutting into your skin, but you couldn’t care. An overwhelming sensation of fury overtook you.

“Why the fuck do I even try? All I ask from you is to know where you are but you can’t even manage that much? Do I mean that little to you?” You couldn’t help the shakiness of your voice, although you hated it.

But Dabi could just snarl, “Whatever Y/N you just don’t get it, I’m not some nice guy who’ll whisk you away and promise you a nice life, I’m a fucking villain. And if you can’t get that through your dense fucking skull then maybe you should just leave.”

There it was, that one, tiny, inconsiderate sentence.

You felt your thoughts tighten as your eyes widened, your mind racing as you watched him roll his eyes.

You had put up with Dabi so much, you had loved him through everything, taken care of him, helped him, and held him when no one else would. And maybe that day, that day when you finally found yourself having enough, maybe that’s when you decided you would leave.

“Fine,” you said, although it didn’t come out with as much conviction as you had hoped. “You’re right, I should just leave. You clearly don’t need me anyway.”

Your voice was wobbly, but your mind was made up.

You pushed past him, not caring enough to grab anything, only you and your resolve to leave.

All Dabi did was tsk as you left, not caring to run after you, to beg you to stay with him, all he did was watch you leave, his cold and uncaring eyes set on yours as you opened the door, and left.

[heroloverangel]

Curiosity

The newest member of the League wants to know more about Dabi.

You’re not here to be liked, you remind yourself as you watch your new associate stomp out of the room with a vicious glare at you. Really, it’s a welcome surprise that only one of them hates you, considering where you came from. You were just another underling to Overhaul when the hideout got raided last month, when you helped the League’s members escape the heroes and begged them to take you along. Most of the members accepted you with open arms or bland indifference, but the flame villain seems to truly despise you.

“It’s great to have another girl around since we lost Big Sis!”

You swallow uncomfortably. You never met the woman, but you know what your old leader did to her. “Were Dabi and Magne good friends?” You’ve asked this question before and always get the same answer.

“No, not really. They never spent much time together. He’s kind of that way with everyone.” Toga giggles from her seat on the couch. “I bet he thinks he’s cool when he acts all mysterious and distant like that.” You laugh half-heartedly along with her, distracted by the thought of what grudge he has against you.

It’s a few days later when you finally gather enough courage to investigate. Your quirk isn’t good for offense, but it has its uses. When you put your hands on someone, Flashback allows you to look into their past and watch their memories through their own eyes. The rest of your new comrades thought it was interesting when you explained it, but Dabi had sneered at you like you were a dead rat that a dog dragged in off the street. You have to wonder if there’s something in his memories that could explain his behavior.

The rest of the League is off doing various shady tasks this afternoon, leaving you and Dabi alone in the hideout for the first time. You slip past the creaky door to his room and find him napping on the torn couch, his jacket in a crumpled ball on the floor. You look over his bare arms at the mass of burned skin and second guess your decision to poke around inside his brain, but you power through it. If you take a peek and get out fast enough, he’ll probably just wake up assuming it’s a dream and disregard it. Steeling your reserve, you activate your quirk and very gently rest your fingers against his warm skin.

Pain.

That’s the only thought in your head as the world around you erupts in unbearable blue fire. Your quirk isn’t supposed to transfer any physical effects onto you, but the memory is so strong it feels like your own body is the one burning. The unnaturally hot air around you scorches your lungs with every breath and your heart pounds with the terror that you’re actually going to die here. You’re screaming, the voice unfamiliar to you as you frantically beg for water, anything to help as you’re burned alive in unstoppable agony. You’re alone, there’s no one coming to help, you’ll never-

You snap out of it suddenly and blink back to your own senses to find your wrists held tightly in Dabi’s hands, his grip hard enough to bruise. He’s staring up at you with a look of raw hatred in his eyes and shoves you backwards. You hit the floor with a loud thud and scramble away from him. “I-I’m sorry,” you plead frantically. “I didn’t know...I wasn’t trying to pry...I was just curious…” Your force yourself to your feet and back up until you hit the wall and realize you moved in the exact opposite direction from the door. He stands up slowly and follows you, cornering you and slamming his palms on either side of your shoulders to trap you in place.

“You nosy little bitch,” he snarls, pure venom in his voice. “You were just curious, huh?” He mimics your panicked tone with a cold smile that does nothing to put you at ease. He leans closer, his voice deadly soft and you strain to hear it over the pounding of your own heart. “If you wanted to touch me so bad, you should have just asked.”

“But I-”

You’re cut off as his lips come down on yours, your squeak of surprise muffled as his tongue shoves into your mouth. His hands are moving and you feel the warmth radiating off his body when he rips your shirt open and ignores the clatter of the buttons hitting the floor. Long fingers trace up your ribs to squeeze your breast through your bra. You squirm as his thumb presses against the center of your chest, a small flame burning the fabric open so he can shove the now separated cups towards your sides and get a good look at your exposed body. “Not bad,” he admits. “Is this why that fuckup of a boss kept you around?”

“Overhaul?” You shake your head. “No, he wasn’t interested. That wasn’t even allowed, he would have killed us for doing anything under his roof.”

Dabi lets out a low whistle. “What a fucking idiot.” He circles around one of your nipples and watches it harden under his fingertips. You shiver, he knows he’s got you exactly where he’s wanted you since you showed up like some abandoned puppy. He moves to yank at his belt until it pops open and the zipper’s next, and then a scorching hand wraps around your own and guides it into his pants. “Touch me, slut.” It’s not a request.

You fumble around for a moment before you take hold of his cock and pull him out of his underwear; it’s been awhile since you’ve done this. He’s bigger than you expected from the skinny man, and you’re more than a little relieved to see that at least this part of him remains unburnt. He’s only semi-hard now and you give him a tentative stroke, finding the row of piercings decorating the underside of his dick. You shouldn’t be surprised considering the rest of him, but you glance up at his face and the smirk he’s wearing makes heat bloom deep inside you. 

You’re clumsy at first but eventually find a rhythm that has him growing fully erect and bucking into your hands. Dabi’s never satisfied with anyone else in control, however, and soon enough he’s popping the button of your own pants and shoving his fingers into your panties to tease you. “Wait, slow down,” you ask as he reaches your clit and starts rubbing over it roughly. Your movements stutter and his voice is a growl.

“I didn’t say you could stop, did I?” You have the bright idea to run your tongue over your palm before you resume, and the bit of added lubrication for his cock earns you an approving grunt. “Good girl. That’s it, doll.” He shoves the remains of your shirt off to drop sharp bites along your neck and presses harder against your clit. “Make me feel good, I’ll make you feel good.” All you can do is nod as his teeth sink painfully into your shoulder, you hiss but it only makes him snort out a laugh. “Come on, make it worth my while.”

You swallow loudly but put more effort into it, working over his dick to get a better idea of what brings the best sounds out of him. His fingers slide deeper inside your clothes and one slips easily into your cunt, forcing a moan out of you that’s downright obscene. “Dabi,” you groan for him. “That feels...ugh, you feel good.”

“Doesn’t take much for you, does it?” His smile is vicious as he adds another, stretching you out for him. “Shit, you’re so fucking wet and I barely did anything.” He’s right; it’s almost embarrassing how quickly he’s gotten you squirming. You feel like you’re on fire in a completely different way from before as his tongue invades your mouth again. His thumb strokes faster against your clit and your whimper is still obvious through your busy mouth. “You’re just begging to get fucked, I can feel it.”

You can’t look him in the eye, instead focusing on the cock in your hand and trying to get him as flustered as he’s made you. It’s unfortunately clear that you’re out of your league here, he’s much better at this game than you are, and it only takes him another minute before a shudder runs down your spine and your pussy spasms around him. You bite your lip so hard to keep quiet that you almost draw blood, and he savors every second of watching you come undone for him.

You’ve barely had a chance to recover before Dabi’s fingers slip out of you and he’s yanking your pants and underwear down to your ankles. You stumble a bit as he forcefully turns you around and you brace your arms against the wall for support. You look over your shoulder to see the rest of his clothes fall and you realize he’s not going to be satisfied with the bumbling handjob he’s been getting so far. Some small, rational part of your brain whispers that this may be a bad idea, but you’re too wound up to care. “Fuck me,” you whine, and the grip on your hips tightens.

“Finally you say something I agree with.” The tip of his cock prods against you, the only hint you get before he buries himself halfway inside your cunt. “Shit. How long’s it been since anyone fucked you properly?”

“A-awhile,” you admit. He drags his dick out a few inches to thrust back in, and you can feel each of his piercings rubbing inside you as he moves. You don’t get any time to adjust, as soon as he works himself fully inside you he’s pumping steadily away. He’s not gentle with you, nails digging so painfully hard into your skin that you’d be crying if you weren’t so distracted. Dabi’s temperature always runs hotter than normal, and the heat you feel at your back is enough to make you lightheaded. “Dabiiii,” you whimper between ragged breaths, and he pushes you flat against the wall to keep you steady. 

“I’ve wanted to hear that since you showed up,” he snarls, licking a bead of sweat from your throat. “You don’t gotta go screwing around in my fucking brain to know what I’m about, doll. Figured you’d try using that sneaky shit eventually, but damn. I thought you’d hold off longer. You’re really that desperate for my attention?”

Your movements stutter as you process this. He hated you because he expected you to look into his memories? Well, that sure was a self-fulfilling prophecy. “But I only did it because of how you acted-” you point out, only to earn a sharp slap to your ass.

“Funny how that worked out,” you can hear the smirk in his voice. “Now move your fucking hips, bitch.” He pulls you back to meet his thrusts and you moan, thankful that the two of you are alone. At least no one else has to hear how needy you sound every time Dabi’s piercings brush along a sensitive spot in your pussy and the unmistakable wet sound of his dick sliding in and out of you over and over. One scarred hand presses in front of you, slipping down your stomach to hold you tight against his overheated body. “Fuck, can’t believe I had to wait a goddamn month for this cunt,” he huffs, his pace speeding up.

You crane your head back, trying to capture his lips again but he ignores you in favor of dragging his teeth over the nape of your neck. You cry out and jerk in his grasp, and his laughter is breathless and rough. His fingers slide down your body until he finds your clit and starts teasing it with hard strokes. “Da-ah! Dabi, right there, just like that,” you babble as your pussy twitches around him. “That’s good, you’re good, Dabi, please-” your words cut off with a shuddering gasp. Your mind short-circuits and your body reacts on instinct, moving uncoordinated along with him as you clench over his dick to help him finish.

Once you recover you have to pry your sweaty face away from the wall and feel his throbbing cock still rutting inside you. You can tell from his frantic, jerky movements that he’s on the edge of an orgasm any moment now. This passes through your frazzled mind without a second thought, before a very specific fact hits an alarm bell in your head.

“Pull out.”

“Fuck off, just take it.”

“Dabi, no,” you insist, twisting around to try and push a hand back against him. “I’m not on anything, you can’t-”

He shuts you up with a kiss. Both of you stare at each other, his glare so wicked you think he might finish inside you purely out of spite. At the last possible second he relents, his cock barely out of you before hot cum coats your inner thighs instead. You can’t help your sigh of relief and thank him quietly as he steps away from you. Your legs feel like jelly, refusing to hold your weight and your knees hit the floor a second later. “You had me worried for a second there,” you admit.

“You’d make a real shitty mom,” he shrugs and nudges you with his boot. “The fuck do you mean you’re not on anything?”

You give yourself a moment to catch your breath. “I haven’t had a chance to get back on birth control. Overhaul wouldn’t let me have it, he said it’d just encourage me to misbehave.”

“Figures,” Dabi sneers. You watch him use your discarded shirt to wipe his softening dick clean and tuck himself back into his pants. “You’re getting back on that shit tomorrow. I’m not gonna be so nice next time.”

“N-next time?” You’re baffled, he’s already expecting this to happen again?

He walks out of the room without answering, and you quickly fix your clothes to follow. Your bra is probably a lost cause, but you might still be able to repair your shirt. You clean yourself up as best you can, but you’re very aware of your sticky thighs beneath your pants. If you hurry, you should have time for a quick shower before everyone else returns…

That idea is destroyed the moment you walk out to see Twice and Toga on the floor, hands clasped tight over their mouths to keep from laughing. Your face is hot with embarrassment. “How long have you guys been there?”

“I was just curious! Dabi, please!” Twice repeats your words with an exaggerated high pitch. “Touch me, slut,” his other personality adds.

“You nosy little bitch,” Toga chimes in, her voice as low as she can manage. Both of them collapse into giggles. “Hey, I think he likes you!”

You slam the bathroom door behind you, more humiliated than you’ve ever felt in your life. She does have a point, though. The next morning you wake up to a news report about a pharmacy burning to the ground, along with a large box of pills next to your bed. Your curiosity is piqued; you wonder how soon next time will be.

[boytouya]

𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 / 𝙇𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙎𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜

warning: short mention of t-shots/needles, slight angst

words: 1.1k

request: “Hi Cloud! I hope you’re having a great day :) Could i request Dabi with a black, transman boyfriend who is attempting to subtly ask Dabi to marry him and Dabi catches the hints but just… doesn’t want to be the one proposed to first (if that makes any sense) so he keeps acting oblivious for like months and eventually reader has had enough and just pins him down, slides to his knees and is like, “Dabi, I’m gonna die if you don’t marry me” and Dabi’s just a blushing mess because… why is reader on the floor crying with desperation for him? He didn’t think people could want him, let alone so badly. -🌨”

a/n: this has been sitting in my inbox for so long but i finally got to it! i’m so sorry for the long wait. still experimenting with my writing style... so i’m sorry if it’s wonky. i don’t proofread or have anyone to beta read my fics, so some words may be out of place. i’m sorry!

Dabi never considered himself unlovable, he was just unsure whether he had the potential to be loved. To cherish another being, nurture their soul and protect them from the raw, frostbitten anger of the world till his every last breath; he wondered if he had the ability to do that. So he continuously plays dumb, pretends to never fully understand what you’re asking because, quite frankly, he’s afraid. He’s afraid his love for you will overflow. Afraid the flames separating your bond from the cruelty of the universe will set the bond itself aflame and burn it into ashes and stardust. Then all he’d have left are the pieces of you, the ashes he can’t seem to wash off his skin.

Yet he holds your hand anyway. Admiring the contrast in your skin, pressing his hand into yours for as long as he can-to get as much contact as he can- feeling your thumb run over his knuckles and the tips of your ring finger tracing along his jagged skin. You hold his hand like it’s nothing. You know he could burn you whenever he pleases, if ever. But here you are. The sweat on his palm feels like thick layers upon layers of gasoline. But here you are.

You ask him again and again, with so much subtly it’s almost painfully obvious. Like clockwork, his mouth already on autopilot, Dabi’s lips part and his voice (which suddenly sounds so foreign to his own ears) escapes before he can actually consider it. He’s afraid he’d accept a million times over if he gave himself time to think. Truly, he does love you. His love for you has his heart full until it pops. And you see it every day, you hear it everyday. It explodes in the middle of the night, when even the stars expose their vulnerability, when he holds onto you and expresses his gratitude through whispers, dreams, and sleepless nights.

And maybe he wants to be in control of the situation. He wants to hear you say yes, watch you nod with stars in your eyes when finally feel how the universe revolves around you. How the Sun makes it its mission to land on you. And it does it so beautifully, the way highlights your skin just right, and browns your skin further.

“Dabi,” You begin, slotting your right hand above your boyfriend's shoulder and the other on its opposite. He has nowhere else to look but at you. He leans his head back against the wall, staring through the curtains of loose strands of jet black hair. Straight into your eyes and naturally curled eyelashes, nowhere for the eye to travel besides the expanse of skin, hair, and full lips. Those of which he’d kissed a million times before, and if it weren't for the thigh you had slotted between his own, he’d lean in to kiss you. An exasperated sigh sounds from that very area, making the villain snap his gaze back upward. “I’m begging you. If you don’t marry me right now, I’ll die.”

There’s so much desperation laced in your voice, and although Dabi is doing his best to mask the trembling deep within his bone marrow with a sly grin and lidded eyes, he can’t help but flush over the small amount of healthy skin on his cheeks. Cherry red and pairing with his purple scars beautifully, blending up and outward into small freckles and silver staples. He’s always been so beautiful.

He whistles, relaxing his shoulders so they melt into the wall and his body slumps against the thigh keeping him upright. In all honesty he doesn't know how to respond, opting for the safest sound he can make. Of all people, you want to be with him? He was never anything special. There would always be someone better than him. But you didn’t want someone better, you wanted Dabi.

You wanted to place a ring on his finger, you wanted to wipe the windows of his soul clean and use nothing but your blood sweat and tears to do so. You wanted to love him until separated by death, but you knew, even after that, you’d still be smitten. You wanted his everything. His heart, which had never belonged to anyone else. His lips, which you’d kissed a thousand times. His eyes, the same ones you often found yourself lost in, and mind. You never understood what was going on in that head of his, but it didn’t matter. Even if he was spiraling out of control, he’d always find a way to come back around to you.

His heart pounds against his chest, as if the adrenaline coursing through his veins sent his heart plummeting from a dangerous height into a field of flowers. Flowers bloomed because of you, flowers you planted and loved until they grew strong and stable. Stable enough to keep his heart from breaking on impact. Okay, shit. He really, truly does love you. And clearly you feel the same way toward him. He wanted to wake up and see you by his side, with a sleepy grin and disheveled head covering halfway off your head. He wanted to burn down cities with your hand in his, light up the sky with blue flames that burned ten times brighter around you. Of course, it would be an unconventional marriage with unconventional people and even weirder traditions. But that’s exactly what he wants, he wants to be with you.

He wanted to be with you when you’re sitting hunched over on the toilet, a needle in your hand as he helps you take your first T-shot. He wanted to be with you when you had bad days. He wanted to be with you when you had good ones. He wants to help you wash your hair, he wants to spend hours staring at you while you go about your daily life. You were his boyfriend, the light of his life, the one person he saw himself devoted to. You, you, you….

“Alright, you win,” Dabi says finally, shimmying through the confines of your arms and pulling something out of his back pocket. His lips stay pursed up into it’s finally out and on display. A ring, definitely stolen, with a custom band and large diamonds around its perimeter. The band was clear, but the ashes molded into it looked almost like marble. His lips twist into a sly grin, the dimples of his cheeks deepening as he slowly shifts the ring between three fingers. It’s beautiful, definitely worth more than your yearly salary, and you can tell Dabi asked for it to be made especially for you before stealing it. “I’ll marry you. But only if you marry me first.”

[keilemlucent]

i am your salvation

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: ~13k

For years, Keigo had trained his body, fucking perfected it’s abilities. Every part of him was honed and forcibly designed to be the winged-hero, Hawks. But, now? He was the defunct number two, ‘Hawks’ and at home— reality? He was the comically broken Keigo Takami who struggled to do basic physical therapy.

Only you know him like that.

warnings: manga spoilers, suicidal ideation, abuse, ANGST with a capital A, just sad :^(((

this piece is hellish, enjoy ;^))) beta’ed by the lovely @keiqos, bless u

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Keigo was fucked.

He was so beyond fucked.

He was dead.

Basically.

He was half-alive in a hospital bed. An IV drip in each arm, pumping him full of god knows what. He didn’t care to ask. All he knew was that he fucked up.

He’d gotten sloppy.

Stupid.

Pompous. 

And now his wings were fried off his back.

(By fucking Dabi no less.)

 The first conversation he’d had with his doctor upon waking at the HPSC hospital was one where he legitimately contemplated suicide for the first time in a long while.

  “Hawks... There’s no good way to say this. There just isn’t,” The doctor began, looking through Keigo’s chart, sighing deeply. There was something so grave about the way he moved through the sterile hospital room.

The doctor handed him a handheld mirror. 

Hawks slowly raised it up with weakened arms, knowing what he’d see. 

A gruesome burn tore down the left side of his face. It puckered the skin around his eye, narrowing his field of vision (thank god he still had any vision at all). The soft flesh around his eye was so angry and blistered, pockets of puss gathering beneath the surface of his skin.

But what was worse than the scar, so much fucking worse, was the absence.

The complete absence of his wings.

No stubs, no nubs. Just nothing. 

His back ached against the hospital bed as he handed the mirror back to the doctor.

The doctor sighed again. He spoke to Hawks like he didn’t think the hero already knew what he was going to say, “Your wings are gone. Fully. The scans we’ve taken show that the... well, roots of them in your flesh are still present, they’re encased in scar tissue. Even the sections that the feathers grow from are cauterized. In our professional opinion, we don’t think that they’ll ever grow again.”

His heart fell in his chest. 

It fell so deep.

So far.

He didn’t let himself cry.

Instead, he contemplated how hard it would be to overdose on morphine they were undoubtedly dosing him with. 

The doctor continued as Keigo stared sightlessly at his lap, “As established, the muscles that control the roots of your wings are still intact, yes. But, they’re heavily damaged in a way that will affect your everyday life. Even without your wings, the recovery to stabilize your injuries is going to be strenuous.”

Who fucking cared.

Hawks had spent the vast majority of his life training to be a hero and now the very thing that made him the best was literally burned from him. It felt unholy. It felt awful.

Fire wasn’t cleansing, it was putrid. Desecrated was his body as well as his mind.

  He didn’t listen to much else of what the doctor said. He let himself go blank, wishing tears would fall. 

 ...

 That was yesterday.

Today, he was allowed visitors. His PA came, informing him that the Commission was putting him on extended, indefinite (thankfully, somewhat paid) leave in exchange for media appearances. They also informed him that half of the top ten were dead after the war with the PLF. Ryuku, Miruko, Edgeshot, Kamuiwoods, Crust, all lost. And countless others, too. Even some students. It seemed that there was no clear winner of the fight that took so many and changed so much.

One of the most hard-hitting pieces of news was that Endeavor was in a coma, on life support, with a brain injury that would most likely kill him. At best, he’d be a vegetable. 

Keigo felt nothing but hollow as he laid in his hospital bed. He was half machine, based on all of the tubes and monitors that he was hooked up to. He felt truly mechanical and falsely alive. Truly, he was used up. He wanted to die. He was sure of it. 

Keigo wanted to ask his PA to smother him.

He didn’t.

 The next person to visit him was you. His PA had informed him that they were legally obligated to see him first, otherwise, you would’ve been clawing his door down.

You.

Keigo didn’t want you to see him like this. All the reasons you had fallen for him were gone. There was no confidence, no lip, no charm, no drive, no stunning scarlet wings— nothing. He even had the bonus deterrent of a nasty scar covering half his face. He was so sure that you’d take one look at him and turn right out the door. 

Leave him for good. 

Maybe spit on him for good measure.

The old muscles of his wings twitched as you walked through the door. It burned like an old hell. 

You’d clearly been crying, face and eyes puffy. 

But you were strong for him.

You pulled a chair up next to his bed wordlessly. You sat, laying your head on his antiseptic smelling sheets and mattress. Your eyes went half-lidded, just barely looking up at Keigo’s terrified expression. You reached out, grabbing one of Keigo’s clammy hands. You squeezed it.

“I’m here, Kei’,” Your voice was so quiet. “It’s alright. I love you. I’ve got you.”

It made him break.

The machines that he was reliant on screamed as he desperately grabbed at you, dragging you up with the little strength he had. You pushed him down, moving to half kneel on his bed. You didn’t make Keigo work for your touch. 

You cradled his head to your chest as his scarred hands fisted your sweater. He screamed into your sternum. Keigo wailed and cried with everything he had. He was losing himself, raging for far more than just his current injury.

 He bawled for every single time he couldn’t in his hero training, forced to be broken by the demands of the Commission. He sobbed for every casualty and death that was on his hands, righteous or otherwise. And, selfishly, he cried for himself. He let tears fall in mourning for the version of himself that died by Dabi’s hand. 

He let himself shatter in your arms for the burning muscles and scars of his back, the ache of his face, and the emptiness and vulnerability that his lack of wings graced him with.

You more than let him; you encouraged it.

You stroked his hair, matted with sweat and grease. You whispered soft adorations, validations and love into his ears. He can hear your tears too, but it didn’t stop you.

“I love you, Keigo.”

“I’m here.”

“You’re safe.” 

“I’m not leaving.”

“I’ve got you, Kei’.”

“No one else will hurt you. I won’t let them.”

 You were far too late on the last one. But, you were quirkless. Powerless to stop the destruction that ravaged his body and now, his mind. 

Additionally, Keigo was relieved you didn’t say that ‘everything will be okay’. 

He knew it wouldn’t be.

You let him crumble against you for hours. 

Finally, he was spent, falling back in his bed, and letting you slump back into your chair. You took the liberty of finding a warm towel to wipe his face down with.

The rest of visiting hours, you laid your head on his mattress, holding his hand as he drifted in and out of sleep. Nurses came and poked and prodded him. They didn’t bother making conversation with either of you. 

They understood, to some degree. 

You were both together in mourning. 

A nurse came by later, night had fallen, telling you visiting hours were over. 

Keigo audibly whined.

You shook your head, running a thumb over Keigo’s knuckles.

“It’s alright,” You soothed both him and the nurse. “I’m not leaving.”

The nurse didn’t fight you, merely exited the room.

Keigo watched, awed. You retrieved a decently sized duffle bag and pillow that you’d brought (he hadn’t noticed). You set up a blanket and the pillow on a couch in the corner as a makeshift bed.

“Y-you’re staying?” Keigo asked, voice raw. 

You, somehow, smiled. So gentle and precious, nodding, “As long as you’d like me to. I told you, I’m here.”

Keigo relied on you for comfort in the past, sure. But not like this. Not like you were his anchor, tethering him to his existence now that his pride and preen were plucked from him. You were his salvation in that hospital room. You were the ground that he desperately and necessarily needed to learn to walk on.

 You both fell asleep quickly, dreaming of better things outside of your waking nightmare.

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 Keigo was discharged two weeks later.

It is thoroughly confirmed that, unless by some medical miracle, his wings were truly toast. Gone for good.

The Commission brought in at least a dozen folks with spectacular healing quirks. Truly, the best the country had. Turns out, the Commission was clawing for hope too, in the wake of everything.

The efforts were in vain, of course.

Nothing stuck. 

The scar tissue wouldn’t shrink. The damage was too severe. The cauterization was so intense, it altered him. Forever.

 You stayed with him the whole time.

You went home, just a bit, maybe an hour a day. You showered then, changed clothes. 

You’d come back and do what you had been the whole time.

Just being there.

 You didn’t make him idly chat or make him watch shitty, hospital cable. You let him ruminate, stew, and simmer. You let him be crushed.

You were smart enough, empathetic enough to know that nothing you could do or say would lift him right now. 

He just needed you there.

And so, you were. 

 After being discharged with several prescriptions, orders to limit activity to allow for his other injuries (and concussion) to heal, the two of you went home. 

 Your first task was Keigo getting properly washed. 

At first, Keigo resisted.

“N-no, I’m fine, I’ll take one tomorrow,” Truthfully, he wouldn’t probably, not without your help. He just didn’t want you to see him so intimately in this state.

You shook your head, speaking as you brought several plush towels into the bathroom. You turned to Keigo who had wrapped his arms around his frail-looking form, looking at the floor.

You brought him into your arms, rubbing at his neck, not wanting to aggravate the injuries on his back, “I know you don’t want to, but it’ll feel good. Let me take care of you, please.”

You spoke so earnestly, it made Keigo fall apart. He hated being so helpless. 

He nodded against you.

You sat him on the toilet seat while you ran a bath in Keigo’s spectacular tub. You poured in epsom salts and some lavender bubble bath, filling the room with a familiar, herbal scent.

You helped him strip, mindful to not linger on any part of his body. Carefully, you lowered Keigo into the water. He could help but be surprised by the strength in your body to do so. Perhaps foolishly, he had never taken you as physically strong. After stripping yourself, you got in as well, across from him, so you wouldn’t see his scars. You were perhaps a bit too considerate.

The water burned his wounds, yet calmed his muscles. It was a different sensation than the ones he’d had for the past weeks. He welcomed it.

Keigo sagged in the bathwater, looking somewhat relaxed for the first time in so long. You knelt in the water and suds, lathering up his hair and body. So carefully did you wash away the sweat, smells, and lingerings of the hospital and the war that preceded it. You went through his hair with your own conditioner, figuring that the familiar smell might help keep him calm. Keigo didn’t say anything, just let you do as you needed. You carefully untangled any and all knots from his tresses, rinsing him down.

You dried him off, putting a few scented body oils on his dry patches of skin, parched from his time in the hospital. You still didn’t look at his back.

He felt ashamed and thoroughly disgusted. He smushed his face into your shoulder, gripping onto your like if he wasn’t, he’d die.

You find him fucking repulsive, right?

 “Kei’,” Your voice quiet still, “You okay?— Wait, don’t answer that.”

You chuckle at yourself. Keigo would’ve laughed too if he could. 

Keigo dressed himself, a semi-self sufficient act that made him feel better. Though, you picked out the clothes. Some of your own, soft, old garments that Keigo had seen you in a hundred times. 

It was only before he put on a shirt that you gave his back the quickest once-over, “You can put your shirt on now, Kei’. I just wanted to make sure it looked okay. It’s okay, you’re okay.”

Even that much sight and contact of the old roots of his wings made him feel so ashamed. It burned the corpse of his ego like the hot fire that crisped his wings. 

Despite those nasty feelings, the simple act of wearing your shirt made him feel better. It felt so good, so good, to be surrounded by you instead of the sterility of the hospital. 

 You had been kind enough to leave the hospital for a bit longer than normal the day prior to go shopping. You bought Keigo a large, fluffy, ivory blanket. You even washed it, so it smelled like home (and you) too.  

After you helped him to the wide couch, custom made to accommodate Keigo’s now torched wings. It was a small burn (ha) to his psyche, but he tried to let it go as you got him comfortable.

You gave him your special pillow. The one Keigo loved to steal and take naps with. You covered him in the new blanket.

“Is that okay?” You asked, tucking him in. Keigo would normally be embarrassed by something childish like that, but he couldn’t make himself care. It felt so good to be comforted. 

 So softly, he replied, “You made it feel like home already.”

You let a sad smile drift to your face, massaging Keigo’s scalp as he sobbed into his new blanket. 

He was so glad to be surrounded by you, no matter how rotten he felt. 

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 The first week home was the hardest. Sleeping was painful, even next to you. Eating was a fucking labor as he had no appetite. Nothing interested him in the slightest other than staring at walls and pretending he would wake up from this nightmare soon.

An at-home physical therapist was brought in. He had to retrain the muscles in his back to relax, now that they weren’t carrying the weight of his wings. The constant tension in his back would cause long term damage (not like he wasn’t already riddled with chronic injury), least of all tension headaches. 

Your job let you work from home. Thank god.

...

Keigo hated his exercises. They hurt so bad.

For years, Keigo had trained his body, fucking perfected its abilities. Every part of him was honed and forcibly designed to be the winged-hero, Hawks. But, now? He was the defunct number two, ‘Hawks’ and at home— reality? He was the comically broken Keigo Takami who struggled to do basic physical therapy. 

Only you knew him like that.

 Keigo’s fists slammed against the floor as he strained with his PT exercises, the therapist themselves long gone for the day. You worked from your laptop on the couch. You weren’t supposed to aid him with his exercises unless necessary, as the therapist had instructed.

“Do you want me to help you?” You asked, almost coaxingly. 

Keigo beat his fists once more, crying out almost like a petulant child, (he hated himself for it oh my god—), “I don’t want to fucking do this! I can’t do this!”

And Keigo sobbed into the floor with abandon.

You moved from the couch to haul him into your arms, pressing his face into your neck. You said nothing, you just let him scream and die against you.

“I can’t do this!” 

“I hate this!”

“Make this fucking stop!”

“Just make this all fucking stop!”

“JUST FUCKING KILL ME ALREADY!”

This got you to speak, not shushing him, but just trying to soothe—

“IF YOU REALLY FUCKING LOVE ME, THEN YOU’LL SLIT MY THROAT IN MY SLEEP AND LET THIS FUCKING NIGHTMARE BE OVER!—”

 You froze. 

He didn’t.

Keigo kept begging you to kill him. 

Incessantly so.

He didn’t know what to do.

This was a tantrum, maybe. More like a breakdown. It felt dramatic. But, his thoughts were real. He’d be happy to die, especially by your hand. Then you wouldn’t have to take care of him and he wouldn’t be able to feel as awful as he did. 

You kept holding him, squeezing him harder and harder still. 

Finally, Keigo tuckered himself out and sagged against you. 

 You reached up to the side table, grabbing your own glass of water, and offering it to him. You still hadn’t spoken.

Part of him thought to apologize, crack a joke even. But he couldn’t make himself do either. Instead, his shaking hands grabbed the glass. You didn’t fully let it go, just guided it to his lips where it dribbles down his chin. 

Keigo sputtered a sob.

He couldn’t stand being so weak.

 “Love,” You spoke so softly as he sipped. “I will never hurt you like that. I won’t let anyone else, either.”

Keigo suddenly started fucking laughing, for the first time in so fucking long, ripping the cup fully from your hands and throwing it across the room. It shattered in a wild display of raining glass and water. He hadn’t laughed in what felt like months. He let it loose, grabbing your face and directing it right at you, breath curling over your cheeks.

He knew it was cruel, to take it out on you. He hated himself for it even as he was doing it.

“How the fuck do you think you’ll protect me?” Keigo cackled into your face, horror beginning to overtake your features. He didn’t care. It felt good— “You’re just some stupid, weak, quirkless civilian— how the fuck do you think someone as powerless as you can protect me when I can’t even protect me—!”

 He kept laughing, but he was crying. He couldn’t tell which was which. Keigo could only tell he was hysterical.

 This whole time, since he had woken up in the hospital, you had been nothing but the perfect partner. You had been so kind, asking for nothing in return.

And yet, he’d verbally strike you like this for no other reason than his own hurt.

How fucking cruel.

 You let Keigo go, unable to disguise the pain in your expression. You didn’t say anything back to him. As you left the room, you were covering your eyes with your arm. Keigo caught one of your sobs as you fled to the bathroom, almost slamming the door. 

 Keigo heard your muffled cries for hours until you fell asleep on the bathroom tile as his old burns and guilt ate him alive. 

 He tried his exercises again. 

 -------------------

 That night, Keigo was too deep in sleep to hear you enter your shared bedroom. Part of you didn’t want to sleep next to him. You thought about returning to the bathroom or moving to the couch. But, you couldn’t make yourself. 

Keigo’s words hurt so bad. 

Partially because they were cruel. They gnawed at your insecurities, the fears you were desperately suppressing for him. 

Partially because you hated the fact you couldn’t do more, despite already doing so much. 

Partially because you knew that Keigo would never say things like that to you if he wasn’t being eaten up on the inside. 

Partially because the love of your life asked you to snuff his life out. 

It all hurt. Stung. Ached. Burned. 

 There was a small detail that hurt in a different way.

He called you quirkless.

You weren’t quirkless.

Your quirk was so weak and so taxing, sure. It was basically unusable. For fucks sake, you never even bothered to tell Keigo directly as you never used it. He had access to citizen quirk records, and you figured he checked in the several years the two of you had been dating. Apparently not.

But, you did have a quirk.

You stood next to your bed, Keigo covered in the comforter and soft white blanket you’d gotten for him. You could see the peakings of his back. His skin was marred with burns, cuts and scars that looked unimaginably horrible. You’d been avoiding looking at it, for him. You’d seen how it made him cringe.

But now with Keigo sleeping so deeply? You took it all in.

You looked at the nearly black scarring where the roots of his wings were. The fanning out of puckered, red skin from the burns. His back, which once rippled with the muscles that controlled his crazily powerful wings, was now a charred plain. 

...

You had an awful, far-fetched, fucked up idea. 

You sat, sinking into the bed as you contemplated your idea.

You brought your hands to your face, concentrating on your fingertips. 

Small, tiny vines and green shoots left your fingers.

There’s absolutely no way that this will work.

But, you’d hate yourself if you didn’t try.

 Life reclaimed life, you supposed. 

You drummed up a half-assed plan. It was a weak, frail idea— it would need a lot of support. Even then, you didn’t want to give yourself false hope. You couldn’t give Keigo false hope. It would ruin him.

...

You’d have to fix your diet. Eat lots of nutrient-rich food. Take more vitamins too.

You slotted yourself next to Keigo who, in sensing your warmth, turned into you, pressing into your front. His head nuzzled into your chest, an arm wrapping around your waist. 

You heard him wince at the motion, flinching in his sleep.

You had to try. 

One of your hands went to his back, brushing down the comforter to reveal the particularly gnarly scars where Keigo had lost part of himself. You laid your hand flat on the fire-flayed skin, praying you don’t wake him. You concentrated, watching small greenery go from your fingers to his flesh, desperately trying to repair the damage that had been done. 

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 Keigo apologized to you the next morning. He clutched your chest and told you how sorry he was. He told you how he knows he’s acting out, he’s just so fucking sad—

You told him that he didn’t need to justify himself. Not to you. Though, you accepted his apology and asked him to not say those kinds of things to you again.

“I’m trying my best, and I know it's not enough sometimes... but it's all I’ve got,” You speak to him in your own small voice. One that portrayed a weakness that you hadn’t shown since Keigo had been injured.

He felt even guiltier. 

 But, the second week was better.

His exercises were getting easier. Eating came a little better too. You started cooking more, not getting as much takeout. Part of him missed the comfort of familiar street foods, but another part of him craved the home-cooked meals you made so much more. They helped him feel better too, packed with veggies and lean proteins. 

Keigo didn’t notice, he was far too out of it, but you were already looking more haggard. 

It came with using your quirk in general, let alone to the extent you were pushing it. It was a pitiful quirk and you’d never strained it half as far as you were then. 

It had a price. 

To heal others, even something as small as a paper cut would take from your own body.

And, you were dedicating at least thirty minutes a night to attempting to ‘heal’ (read: reconstruct) the tissue of Keigo’s back. You had to start so deep in his muscles; it hurt to push your quirk that far down. Within the first five minutes, that first night you tried, you were silently crying from exertion.

But, you didn’t relent.

Each day, it was a little easier.

Sure, you had bad nights where it was extra hard. You blamed it on not eating well enough, using up too much of yourself during the day. 

It was a shitty excuse, notably. Your quirk was weak and self-destructive, it was beyond your bodily capabilities. There was no way to tell if it was even working to heal Keigo’s body. It was a gamble. 

And your wager was your health and body.

Even eating optimally and taking a bevy of new vitamins each morning before Keigo awoke, you could tell your physical health was suffering. You were losing a bit of fat already. Dark circles were punched under your eyes from the exhaustion. You had developed the slightest shake when you moved.

And the worst part was, you knew that you’d only get weaker from here on out.

So, you upped your calorie intake. You kept careful track of the foods you ate, the same with Keigo’s. He didn’t seem to mind the delicious meals you now coveted crafting, no matter how tired you were. If he was eating better, it would probably help you too, right?

You could only hope, resting it all on a long shot. 

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 Week three was good, but hard. 

The HPSC commission forced Keigo to do a media appearance. He told them, bluntly, that he couldn’t fake it right now. Probably, forever. 

They told him to suck it up, get out there, and put some hope into their society that was being pulled apart at the seams.

Keigo refused to let you come. He didn’t want to think about how you’ll look at him when he’s all dressed in his hero uniform, wings absent from his back, forcing him to bear the two empty slots of his jacket. 

When he mentioned it, you offered to sew them up.

Keigo felt horrible, but he just gave a nod, handing you his jacket without looking at you. 

You stitched the slits shut for him. Keigo requested red thread for the stitching and you obliged him.

 (You made note that Keigo truly had no hope. You couldn’t tell him a thing about your quirk usage until you were positive that it would have results.) 

 The media appearance went okay. Not great, but okay. ‘Hawks’ was dead, and Keigo was not a performer like he was. Though he still went by his hero name, his real name only known by himself, the Commission, Dabi (may he rot in hell), and you. He coveted that you had the intimacy in knowing his identity, but it felt dirtier now that Dabi (Touya?) had that name in his throat as well.

 When Keigo came home from the media appearance, he was keyed up. He flitted around the apartment while you made dinner. There was an anxiousness in his movements.‘Hawks’ would’ve taken to the skies to fly off some of this fractious energy. Keigo just had to wait for food to be ready and pray that the feelings went away. 

Just before dinner, he decided to try exercises outside of the one his physical therapist assigned him. He was feeling energetic enough, right? Might as well pull out some of the easier moves from his hero training. 

Keigo moved to his now seldom-used at home gym. He picked up a dust-covered five-pound weight and proceeded to try and curl it. The moment Keigo brought it above his head, his back tensed and burned something fierce.

The weight fell from Keigo’s hand, half-thrown, luckily missing any and all of his toes and feet. 

He cried in frustration, stuck staring at himself in the wall of mirrors. 

Keigo truly thought he looked pitiful.

He was still wearing his hero uniform sans the jacket. He’d lost a lot of muscle mass with his more sedentary state. His hair was too long. He had gotten more pale, losing his few freckles. His eyes were bloodshot and his teeth curl over his lips in a snarl—

“Keigo?” You opened the door to the gym, eyes wide with shock, but your tone didn’t change. He just glowered at you from the mirrors. You spoke again, staring him down with an almost scarily neutral poker face. “Dinner’s ready. Would you like to eat? Otherwise, I can save it for you.”

Keigo didn’t reply. He went back to trying to pick up the weight, screaming each time and hating how his back burned so intensely.

You left without saying anything. 

 ---------------------------

 Week four was hard because you and Keigo’s relationship is beginning to suffer. Or, it had been, but it was reaching a fever pitch. 

Keigo’s lack of human contact, lack of physical activity, and general cabin fever were getting to him. He was lashing out more and you, kind as you were, were having trouble dealing with it.

Your own run downstate was eating you alive, literally. No matter how much you put into your body, you needed more to heal Keigo. You were up to two hours a night of working at Keigo’s tissue with your quirk. By the end of your ‘sessions’, you would simply pass out and fall into listless slumber. You were losing a lot of sleep each night, but you were determined to keep going. 

Your exhaustion, in general, was making you a bit more prickly towards Keigo’s increasing frequent outbursts.

It all came to a head on a Sunday night.

The two of you were curled up on the couch, half-cuddling and half-watching TV.

A notice for breaking news showed red on the screen.

Both of you tensed. Before Keigo’s injury, he’d be rushing to throw on his hero gear and fly to help. Now, he just sat next to you, stiff as a board with pin-pricked pupils.

A picture, pre-PLF injury Endeavor flashed on screen.

“The Hero Public Safety Commission has just made the press release the former number one hero, Endeavor, is no longer in comatose.”

You watched a real, happy smile, spread on Keigo’s face. For a moment, there was a sliver of hope—

“But, he still remains in critical condition. Due to injuries affecting his central nervous system, he is reported as being in a state of paralysis. As of now, his life still hangs in the balance, though he is lucid.”

Keigo stiffened again.

There was rage painting his face. 

And pain. 

You stiffened with him.

You did not have it in you that night to deal with one of Keigo’s explosive moments. 

“Endeavor has left us all with this message—”

The camera flashed to an old video of the old ‘number one hero’, healthy and strong with a fist raised in the air.

You braced for impact as Keigo stood, shoulders hunching over.

Endeavors voice washed over your living room,

“Go Plus Ultra!”

And Keigo, honest to god, shrieked.

He fell to his knees and beat the floor beneath him. He slammed his fists in the hardwood over, and over, and over again. You slipped to the ground with him, trying to grab at his fists.

“Keigo, you’re gonna hurt yourself—” You tried to tell him. You managed to capture one of his fists, urging it to stay down-

But, you looked up to see Keigo giving a feral look with a frenzied, white-hot sneer all for you. 

 And his free fist flew towards you. It connected hard and solidly to your jaw.

You hadn’t been expecting it. Keigo had never struck you before, not even close. For fucks sake, he had never even raised his voice at you before his injury.

So, how could you expect to brace yourself for it?

The force of Keigo’s blow knocked you back. You jolted, falling onto your side and turning your head to the side, away from Keigo.

You brought a hand up to cup and shield your face, your jaw and eye socket throbbing. 

All you could feel was shock.

And sadness.

And horror.

And anger.

And terror.

 Keigo snapped out of it.

The news report was still playing, but he couldn’t hear it.

There was only the rushing of blood in his ears.

His mouth turned bone dry.

He had watched you move with his strike, falling more to the ground, hiding yourself—

“Oh my g-god, (Y/N),” Keigo’s voice was slippery and warbling. “I-I d-didn’t—” 

“No,” You stood up, still holding and hiding your face from him. His heart was crumbling in his chest.

You looked at him with only fear and heartbreak.

Keigo scrambled up, trying to apologize, hold you, mend this before it got worse—

But you put the hand that wasn’t cupping your face out, just barely touching his chest. You refused to let him any closer. 

“H-hey Kei’?” Your voice sounded so, so shaky. It’s hardly there. You were holding back tears and it was so obvious. It made every part of Keigo burn with shame. “I can’t today. Maybe another day, I could deal with this, y-ya know? But not today, okay? Have a g-good night.”

You walked away before he could say anything else.

 You dashed off to the guest room, shutting and locking the door before falling against it and breaking. You cried and rocked yourself as you tried to self-soothe your shattered body and mind. 

The month prior had been so hard. The person you love was hurt so deeply, and though you were trying with everything you had to help, it didn’t seem like enough. You were getting verbally beat up semi-frequently and now Keigo had fucking hit you. 

You were scared. You were terrified that this would become the norm. That Keigo’s outbursts would continue to worsen, as they had been, and you would become a physical punching bag for him.

It especially hurt because you were trying so hard to help Keigo. 

You weren’t delusional enough to think you could really fix him, were you? 

The fact that you were secretly and silently trying to regenerate Keigo’s body with a quirk he didn’t even know you had struck you bluntly in your mind.

“I’m just so fucked up, aren’t I?” You laughed and sobbed to yourself at the same time, slamming your head backward on the door, relishes the pain that floods your skull. It was a reprieve from the bruises blooming across your cheekbone. 

You eventually managed to cry yourself to sleep, literally. You curled up in a ball on the floor next to the door, worn down to the bone.

 In the early morning, far before dawn, you pulled yourself into half-wakefulness. 

You were relentless and you were coming to hate yourself for it.

You needed to work on Keigo, no matter how you shitty felt.

You crept into the master bedroom, trying to be silent. You didn’t want to wake him. Only when you were fully in the room did you notice a soft lamp is still on despite it being early, early morning. 

Wide awake and upright, Keigo looked horrified to see you. He looked at you, shaking and half-sobbing into a pillow he clutched to his chest.

You both seemed shocked to see each other. 

You sniffled as you turned off the lamp, stripping down to just a t-shirt and panties before climbing into your side of the bed.

You refused to face him while he was awake. You got as comfortable as you could (which wasn’t much). 

There was half an hour of disgustingly awkward silence. It coated the room, bearing the two of you who refused to sleep. 

“I’m s-sorry,” Keigo had yet to move. He was frozen in place as you were turned away from him in the dark. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

Silence.

Your mouth felt dry and your mind parched. 

“Keigo,” You spoke like a being empty. You truly felt like it too. “If you ever touch me like that again, I will do worse than just leave you.”

It was a threat.

You let yourself have it, in all of this. You deserved one low blow. 

Keigo slowly slid down into the covers, babbling apologies and beginning to cry again. 

“Stop, Kei’,” You finally turned towards him, cupping his face. He blinked at you, eyes wide and glassy. “I love you. Just stop. Apologizing doesn’t make something like this better. I can’t do this if you keep hurting me, you know that. Just be better.”

Keigo winced at that. He knew it was true, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t painful.

You fell asleep on each other that night. You let your headrest nestled up against Keigo’s chest. He breathed softly above you, arms wrapped securely around you, holding you tightly like he was afraid you’d leave. You wouldn’t. You made the decision to stay at the beginning of all this. Your threats would always be empty. 

Idly, you had an arm thrown over Keigo’s waist, snaking up the back of his shirt to press your fingertips against his scars. Your roots and greenery didn’t have to go as deep now, as far as you could tell.

But, it had been a month with no discernable progress, visual or otherwise. 

But, you held onto hope. 

Because you had to hold onto hope that Keigo would get better. 

All of him.

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      The second month was... different. 

Keigo tried with his whole heart to earn back your trust.

You flinched at him for the first week or so. 

He hated himself so fucking much each time you did. But, he never blamed you. He couldn’t.

(Even as you twitched away from him in the daylight, you tirelessly worked on his scars in his sleep. You couldn’t give up, no matter how awful you felt). 

Keigo did his exercises several times a day. He made a few more media appearances but refused to be seen with Endeavor. He (and truthfully, the Commission) knew that he could not psychologically handle it.

You were rapidly getting weaker, but you didn’t care. You ate more, slept when you could, and pushed on. You were up to three hours of healing a night. Tears rolled down your cheeks the whole time.

You were clinging to the prayer that you could unburn Keigo’s back like it would save you from your personally made hell. 

This was despite the fact he was already crawling out of the pit himself. 

 Your existence was eased slightly as Keigo was starting to help out more. 

Keigo wasn’t anywhere near normal— normal Keigo was dead in a disintegrated building, miles from your shared home. But, he was getting better.

 His muscles felt better. He wasn’t sure how, but they did. His PT exercises must’ve been working. The outbursts he had thrown so often during the first month pittered out to maybe once or twice a week. They were calmer now. You were still his anchor, of course, that was undeniable. But, it was mostly crying and clutching and not screaming and breaking.

It was a welcome shift.

Most of the time, Keigo would pull you into his lap and wrap you in his embrace. Softly, he’d sway and rock the two of you, like he was trying to lull and calm not just himself, but you in tandem.

A lot of the time, this was true. 

Your flinching subsided and Keigo had no more close calls with any physical violence towards you. In a few high strung moments, he still snapped at you. He’d apologize, and do better. At least, you told yourself that. That’s how you saw it anyways. 

Keigo was thoroughly traumatized. His mind was an open nerve and that had consequences. You were so endlessly tired. What kind of wounds and trauma were you incurring?

You forced yourself not to think about it. 

 Part of you, during this month, wanted to simply pack a bag and leave without a trace. 

But, you stayed with Keigo. You stayed determined. 

(Or, you stayed out of spite. On your bad days, you really had trouble figuring it out.)

Your body looked like shit. You were endlessly glad Keigo still wasn’t in a position to be having any sort of sex because he probably would’ve noticed how fucked up your body was getting.

You shook constantly, always quaking like a leaf in a rainstorm. Your skin bruised with almost any contact beyond light touch. Your eyes, once vibrant and expressive, had sunk in. 

Your body, no matter the several thousand extra calories you forced yourself to eat a day, still ran through your fat reserves. It was leeching muscle from you. It made your joints feel raw. 

 It almost hurts that you noticed how Keigo is so pained, but he didn’t notice you falling apart.

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      The third month was when shit hit the fan.

It was near the end of the month. 

You were doing so badly. You stretched yourself far beyond your body's abilities. 

You felt particularly sick, but you needed to get groceries. Keigo couldn’t himself for a host of reasons, which made it your job. You kissed him on the cheek as you left for the market.

Meanwhile, Keigo’s physical therapist dropped by for a check-in appointment. 

Keigo did his exercises beautifully. He had to admit, his muscles didn’t ache in nearly the same way they used to. They only really hurt when the weather changed, like he was some old, arthritic man. 

“Wow!” His therapist gasped, watching him complete his exercises. “It’s looking great, Hawks. It looks like you’ve gained back a lot of strength.”

The small amount of praise made him beam as he sat up. 

“I just want to check the actual wounds around your back, if that’s alright? Just feel the scar tissue,” The therapist asked. Keigo bit his lip, slowly pulling off his tee-shirt. He didn’t like the idea of anyone’s hands being that close to the intimate roots of his dead wings. 

But, it was necessary.

Keigo faced his back to her.

All he got was an audible gasp as the therapist’s hands traced at his spine.

“The progress back here- Hawks this is insane,” The other was alight, pressing a thumb somewhere near the root. It hardly even hurt. “The scar tissue— it’s not gone, but it's a lot more tender than it should be. Like it's actually healing.”

“Is that why it doesn’t hurt so bad?” Keigo asked, letting a few slivers of joy light him up from the inside out. During his initial prognosis, multiple doctors had said that he was going to be on fire for years, not months. 

The therapist nodded, “Looks like it. Even the scarring on the surface looks pretty good. Must have some damn good genes to be healing like this.”

The two laughed, Keigo feeling more lighthearted than he had in months. 

 You, on the other hand, were greatly struggling. 

You were so, so fucking cold; yet another bi-product of your overextension. You were wrapped in an oversized cardigan on top of one of Keigo’s mock necks. You couldn’t stop trembling as you try to shop as quickly and effectively as possible. Anything to get you home as soon as possible. 

You had a great deal of difficulty doing this, though.

If you moved too fast, your vision blacked out. It had been like that for a while, a week or two. You’d lost track. You figured it was your iron, maybe blood pressure. 

It was an easy thing to hide at home, but much harder in public.

You reached for something high on a metal shelf, tossing it into your cart. You needed another item, on the bottom shelf. You dropped to your knees, your body aching and rolling.

Almost done.

So close. 

Then you can go home and rest.

You stood up too fast. Your vision went black ringed for a second. You stumble, trying to catch yourself as you lost sight. 

You felt weightless for a moment, spinning, Though your limbs felt weighed down, impossible to move. As your vision returned, its field wouldn’t move, pointed up at the ceiling of the crowded market. 

There were people speaking, shouting around you.

Alarmed.

Speaking to you?

You didn’t care.

You were so, so tired.

You let your eyes slip shut.

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 Keigo had been waiting for you for several hours longer than it took to go grocery shopping, sure. And, to have you gone from the apartment so long made him itch too. It had been eating him, making him pace around. You hadn’t been answering your phone either. He figured you had made a detour and let your phone die.

 When he received a call from the local civilian hospital about you, he feels his blood freeze in his veins. 

“You’re listed here as (Y/N)’s emergency contact as a partner, yes?” The nurse asked. “They collapsed at a local market. They’re stable, but we’d recommend coming to the hospital as soon as you’re able to.” 

Keigo nodded, head swimming.

You’re hurt.

You’re safe, but you’re hurt.

...

Keigo was whisked to the back of the hospital in a poor disguise. He gets recognized, given some extra security. The scar that marred his face was enough of a marker even if he didn’t have wings. He hardly cared. He couldn’t. 

Your door opened to a very dark room, soft beeps and hums filling it. 

He imagined that he must've been feeling close to how you felt, seeing him in such a similar position those few months ago.

The nurse enters ahead of him, clicking around on a tablet to pull up your chart.

Keigo could hardly pay attention. He felt like he was going to die, seeing you like that.

You had an IV, pushing fluids into your thinned arms. Your face was hollow looking, sockets sunken, especially with your eyes closed like they were. You had several blankets on you, piled over you. Yet, you were still visibly shivering.

The nurse whispered, “They’ve been asleep for a while now. A doctor will be in soon. Just sit tight.”

She left the room while Keigo pulled a chair up to your bed. 

The smell of the hospital burned his nose. It reminded him far too much of his own time. All that pain. 

The ache in his back flared, but he figured it was somatic.

 Keigo reached out as he sat, holding one of your frail-looking hands in both of his own (had you looked this purely death stricken this morning? Keigo couldn’t recall either way, and he hates himself for it).

Your eyes slowly opened.

 Keigo met your gaze, breath caught in both of your throats.

Neither of you got a chance to speak, not a moment of fucking comfort, before a doctor barged in, flipping through your chart with a bored look on his face.

“We finished up your testing. Lucky for you, no concussion or fractures from your fall,” The doctor nods. He doesn’t even seem to notice Keigo, or rather, Hawks. “The rest of your results aren’t looking so great though.”

Your hand stiffened violently in Keigo’s grip. Your face went from worn and exhausted to filled with terror and... guilt?

 You were fucked.

The doctors and nurses had mentioned to you that they were fairly certain that all of your symptoms came from quirk overuse. You started weakly crying at that, your nurses looking confused. You didn’t elaborate then. You knew, the moment you woke up in the hospital that you were going to have to confront your own damage to your body.

You were going to be forced to explain it.

To Keigo.

The doctor continued. 

“Low levels of nearly all essential vitamins and minerals. Particularly low iron, magnesium, and potassium. In general, your test results and physical state would lead me to think you’re suffering from malnutrition. But, your panel shows that your metabolic rate is actually going abnormally quickly in a way that could only be linked to-”

Wait for it.

“Quirk overuse-”

Keigo barked out a laugh, letting go of your hand, “I’m sorry, but what? They’re quirkless, it has to be something else.”

 You didn’t say anything. Your eyes, glassy and unfocused, are trained on your lap. You’re taking sharp, quick breaths.

You’re going to have to tell him everything.

 The doctor flips through your chart again, shaking his head and bringing it over for Keigo to look at, “I apologize if this seems out of turn, but they’re listed in the public files as having a quirk... It’s marked as a weak healing quirk, but all the same, any strength of quirk has overuse.”

Keigo is stone still.

There’s tension so thick in the air of the room that the doctor excuses himself. 

 Keigo, for months now, had been in a traumatized stupor. His normally sharpened senses, aided by his wings, were the key to so much of his cunning. Both his physical and mental states were affected, which had made him less observant.

It had caused him to disregard so much. 

 But now, in your stupid, acrid hospital room, he was quickly putting it together. 

His back burned again. 

 You felt frozen. You couldn’t force yourself to move. You couldn’t do anything other than look at your lap and roll in your head. Your body hurt so bad, your head hurt too, and so did your fucking heart.

 “Can I clarify? Because I think I have an idea of what’s going on.”  Keigo had physically moved away from you. He leaned back in his chair, staring down with a mix of expressions you couldn’t suss out. It made you feel even sicker.

You nodded.

“Breath, (Y/N),” Keigo reminded you. He watched you take a massive inhale, followed by tears beginning to gather. You still wouldn’t meet his eyes. 

 “Have you been... using your quirk on me? Without me knowing?” Keigo asked, trying to keep his voice firm, but truthfully, it wanted to waver and bend so badly. “Please be honest.”

You nod, breaking down to rub at your eyes. 

Keigo doesn’t stop the instinctual way he moved towards you, leaning over your bed and wrapping his arms around me.

With his cheek pressed to the top of your head, he broke the illusion:

“Please tell me what’s going on. Please.”

And so, you did.

It came out tearfully, you spilling and cracking as you did. You felt stupid and guilty and awful, but at least you were out of this fucked up lie. 

It all poured out of you. Your fear and your desperation were all laid out and Keigo was reading the cards.  

You explained that your quirk has always been weak in addition to taxing on the body. Hence, you had seldom, if ever, used it as an adult. You were effectively quirkless and you were okay with that. Keigo had never asked so you never told him. 

You tell him, voice shaking, what happened the night Keigo had pleaded with you to kill him.

“I-I, Kei’,” You push out, pressing your face into his shoulder. “I didn’t know what to do. You were so hurt and so sad and I had this stupid fucking idea that maybe, maybe I could use to my quirk to heal you.”

Keigo’s breath catches. He doesn’t say anything for a moment before asking, “Why didn’t you tell me? Ask me?”

“I didn’t know if it would work. I still don’t know if it does. It didn’t wanna... I didn’t want to get your hopes up. E-especially since it would’ve been coming from me.” You pressed harder into him like you’re scared of him disappearing. “You were already so crushed.”

Keigo didn’t know what to say. There was a swirl of emotions bubbling and writhing in his body and mind and he didn’t know what to say for the first time in a long time.

 So he didn’t say anything.

Keigo sat back in his chair, putting his elbows to his knees, using folded hands to rest his head on, parsing through his own feelings.

“K-Keigo?” You asked, wiping a tear away. As much as Keigo hated seeing you like this, he also recognized your state was by your hand. 

Right?

“Sweetheart, I love you—” Keigo stopped himself, sighing deep in his chest. “But, I can’t... I just need some time.”

 You nodded, tears coming back to drip down your face.

Keigo just watched with a neutral expression.

 -----------------

 Despite not being able to handle talking to you, Keigo was more than willing to help you out of the hospital. You were discharged with a prescribed diet and vitamins as well as a followup appointment in a few weeks. 

“And, most importantly,” The doctor made eye contact with you. “Don’t use that quirk of yours until further notice. Honestly, with it being so destructive, I can’t understand why you would in the first place.”

You burned with shame.

The night you came back from the hospital, Keigo took incredible care of you. He didn’t talk much during it, not to you anyways. He was nearly constantly speaking under his breath, all unintelligible. From his tone and myriad of expressions, you guessed he was verbally processing. 

Keigo gingerly gave you a bath, scrubbing away the smells and stickiness of the hospital. He managed to cook you one of the nutritious recipes you had shown him a few weeks ago. You sheepishly had to ask for another portion, explaining how your metabolism burned so quickly.

“Have...” Keigo finally spoke while making you another plate. “Have you always been eating this much?”

You nodded, sipping your water, “For a long time, yes.”

He hated himself for not noticing such obvious things. 

 Keigo kept carrying you from place to place, no matter how much his back hurt. He didn’t care. He couldn’t.

He laid you in bed at some point, sliding in next to you. He still hadn’t spoken much since you’d left the hospital. 

You had tried to babble apologies and beg for forgiveness, but selfishly, Keigo wasn’t listening. He was trapped in his own head. Even when you clung to him in the bath, he could hardly make himself hold you up from sliding too far into the water. 

It almost hurt to touch you.

 It was late when Keigo finally verbally, directly regarded you. 

“Why?” Keigo asked. You’re both turned away from each other. The bed had been vibrating with your harsh breathing and crying for an hour or so now. “Why did you do all this?”

You stop shaking, but only for a moment.

Your voice is so soft, weak, “Please don’t blame yourself. It was my choice.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Keigo could hear the anger in his voice. “Why. Did. You. Do. This?”

You’re silent for a moment. 

And then you’re sitting up, yelling.

“Because I didn’t know what else to fucking do!” You gripped your hair at the roots, pulling. “You asked me to fucking kill you, Keigo! You begged me to!”

Keigo sat up, staring you down. He felt so much anger and rage in him, it was bubbling up, “That doesn’t mean you had to hurt yourself like this for me!”

“I didn’t want to hurt myself! I wanted to help you! Using my quirk was all I could do!” You looked over at him, digging your nails into your exposed thighs. “What else was I supposed to do!”

“Exactly what I thought you were doing, helping me!” Keigo screamed back at you. “You were doing so good at it!”

“You wanna know why I could even help?!” You shouted. You grabbed Keigo’s shoulders and brought him inches away from your face. “Because, every night, I got to give myself just a shred of hope that you would get better. That maybe, maybe your wings would come back and you’d smile like you used to instead of yelling at me, and hitting me, and asking me, begging me, to slit your fucking throat!”

 You couldn’t stop crying. Your body was so run down, so depleted, but it still musters up the energy to drip tears like a flooded creek. You wanted to run and leave the bed, retreat to the bathroom where you can break down on the tile in peace, alone where Keigo wouldn’t have to watch. You’d done it enough prior to know he wouldn’t check on you.

 Keigo stared at you with wide eyes. 

He didn’t know what to say at first

He was feeling so much—

 Keigo didn’t know what to do or say.

So, he just twisted the knife, one could say.

 “You should’ve just left if you were really that miserable with me.” Keigo regretted it the moment it left his lips. You tense up, looking at him with a gaze he could only call broken.

 “No,” You grabbed your shoulders, rocking yourself. “No, Kei’, I couldn’t, I won’t—”

“Then stop complaining.” Keigo shrugged. God, this was awful, wasn’t it? Why wouldn’t he just shut up? “You’re the one who stayed and tortured yourself. That’s on you.”

“So you’d rather have that I... left?”

“Duh,” Keigo laughed, staring down your crying form. You’re so decrepit in your current state. He hated looking at you, purely because he knows he was at least a portion of what led to this. But, he’d never admit it. “Fuck, (Y/N), you didn’t have to kill me, and you didn’t have to kill yourself either.” 

 He’s splitting inside as he watches you break in front of him. Some fucked up, sadistic part of him relishes it. The other, muted, more sane part is screaming at him to stop fucking talking-

“You really got yourself hospitalized for overusing a quirk on me that I didn’t even know you had. You were so desperately trying to get me my wings back, all while acting soooo supportive of me trying to live without them?!” Keigo bellowed at you. You cowered, bent legs beginning to slide off the bed — “Do you realize how fucked up that is? That, behind closed doors, while I was fucking asleep, you were trying to fix me? Well, guess what, (Y/N), I’m broken beyond fucking repair, and no cute little shit you pull is going to fix me!”

Keigo shrieked his last words.

You fell off the bed, slamming onto the floor. A sickening crack filled the room as your head, basically unsupported, met the hardwood.

 “Stop it!” You were screaming yourself silly from the floor. Your head hurt so badly. Maybe you were bleeding. You didn’t care. “Stop it!”

You knew you couldn’t handle this.

You were raw. You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t confront any more than you had already that day. Your body hurt so badly and your mind hurt too. Everything Keigo said just rubbed salt in the wounds he helped to create.

“Keigo, just fucking stop it!”

Your vision spun. You thought that maybe you were hyperventilating. You couldn’t feel your hands, numbness beginning to pull at your extremities. 

“I’m fucking sorry!” You wailed. “What would do if you were in my position, Keigo?! Just watch me suffer and not do anything even if you could?!”

Keigo leaned over the bed, giving you the most empty look you’d ever seen him wear. 

“I would’ve just fucking left, (Y/N),” He spoke in a monotone, eyes like dead coals. “I would’ve just left.”

You stared up at him.

This horrible feeling had filled you from toes to top and you couldn’t escape it.

 Keigo didn’t say anything else as you panicked on the floor. He simply got up, left for the guest room, and slammed the door.

 Neither of you ever felt as awful as you did that night.

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 Keigo didn’t sleep that night.

Neither did you.

 He figured (he hoped) you’d be gone by the morning. Maybe you would just pack your dusty suitcase and get the fuck out.

...

Truthfully, not a single fragment of Keigo wanted you to leave. No piece of him wanted you to go out of his life. God, if he really thought about it, the prospect of not being side-by-side in this world together threw him into bends of anxiety and pure grief. 

Truthfully, as Keigo silently, tearfully, examined your actions, he felt his anger ebb away.

He understood. 

Why you did what you did.

But it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt. 

Guilt was eating him, too. For all the horrible things he had said. The things he’d done that hurt you without regard for months now. The fact he never noticed you deteriorating. And all the nights you crept back into your shared room, for comfort and to keep trying to help him, though perhaps cruelly. 

 It was dawn when Keigo exited the guestroom. He figured that you were either gone or would be soon.

He was clearly mistaken.

Keigo stopped when he saw you at the kitchen table, head down, and resting on your folded arms. You were wearing a huge sweater, one of his, and a blanket around your shoulders.

Keigo had, incredibly selfishly, somewhat forgotten your physical state.

He ached.

 “I made coffee,” You said quietly. You looked up, meeting Keigo’s gaze with bloodshot, puffy eyes. “It’s still warm.”

“Why are you here?” Keigo asked, heart starting to beat too fast again. “Why haven’t you left-?”

“Do you really want me to leave?” You asked with an unfamiliar edge to your voice. It’s not anger or malice, but something different. You stand, bracing yourself on the table, wobbling. Keigo wanted nothing more than to scoop you into his arms and apologize. But, he doesn’t. 

 You looked at him with this edge of fierce determination, asking the penultimate question, the core of this all, “Keigo, do you want me to leave because of my actions, or do you want me to leave because you don’t think you deserve help?”

There was a poignant quiet over the apartment. 

The birds of the new day interrupted it from outside, chirping with the eos of dawn.

“I don’t think... I—” Keigo was speechless again, stuttering. “You shouldn’t have hurt yourself so bad.”

“That’s been established, I went too far. I should’ve told you, offered and asked, and go from there. It ultimately was a complete breach of boundaries and for that, I’m sorry. Fuck my good intentions, it was selfish.” You squeezed the edge of the table, eyes low. Your gaze turned up sharply to meet his, that edge of determination and fierceness in it that Keigo was unfamiliar with. “My question is, do you want me to leave?”

Keigo stared at his feet. His head was swimming, “You should leave.”

“I asked if you want me to,” You asked again. You were being more firm than you had ever been. You sounded unbreakable. It was that stubbornness that kept you there with him, right?

Keigo met your eyes with a sharp glare, “You should’ve left the night I asked you to kill me.”

You sighed, shaking visibly, but still keeping yourself so strong, “Please just answer me. Do you want me to leave? If we’re going to break up, let’s just call it that, and get it over with, okay Kei’?”

Oh, hearing you say ‘breakup’—

That broke Keigo. 

Having to truly think and reckon with a reality where you weren’t with him and you weren’t facing the horrors of the world together was purely the stuff of nightmares. 

The stupid little facade Keigo had so carefully crafted broke. The burns on his body started to ache anew, somatically. The scar over his eye twitched as tears were gathering anew. 

“N-no,” Keigo hugged himself, shaking his head. “N-no— I don’t want you to go—” 

You didn’t say anything, just watched him with a sad expression.

“Then I won’t.” You sat back down. “Keigo, I know that this is all fucked beyond belief. I know. But, I won’t leave. I really, really don’t want to. I won’t, not unless you want me to go.”

And Keigo was breaking for you again. 

He somehow stumbled next to your chair, managing to fall to his knees and rest his head on your cold, cold thigh. He pressed his nose into your flesh, trying to fucking absorb your smell like you could disappear any moment. 

“Why did you do it-” Keigo sobbed into your skin, nails biting in the flesh of your calves. It made you jerk in your seat. “WHY DID YOU HURT YOURSELF FOR ME!”

You didn’t have a good answer for him, so you didn’t reply. 

Keigo’s grip on the flesh of his leg started to break skin as he wailed into your leg.

You just looked down at him with this expression of pure remorse,  melancholy coloring your eyes.

You grabbed his clawed-hands, recalling the last time you tried a move like this with a twitch. You held his hands in your own, pulling him up, “You can’t do that, Keigo. You’re hurting me.”

“All I DO is hurt YOU!” Keigo crushed you into a tight hug, knocking the wind from you. You jolt forward into his death grip. 

 “It was my choice,” You remind him, so much weakness in your choice. “A very, very selfish one. If I was going to try to heal you, I should’ve asked.”

You started crying with him. 

You both were just torturing yourselves, truthfully. 

 At his core, Keigo was a fucked up man who was so thoroughly repressed and manipulated, it was hard to see his psychological shortcomings. They were all so meticulously hidden. 

But not then, not after losing his wings.

“I’m so fucked up,” Keigo kept crying into you as you had his hands locked together. “I hate myself for being this upset at you when you were trying to help me.”

“Love,” Your voice was so soft, releasing Keigo’s hands to pet his hair. “It wasn’t right for me to try and do what I did. You can’t help how you feel.”

“I could before I lost them!” Keigo muffled himself with your flesh.

Them being his wings, obviously. 

You hauled him upwards, forcing him to sit in your lap. Keigo had always had a bit of size on you, but in your shrunken state, it was even more pronounced. 

“Then you weren’t feeling,” You pressed your face to Keigo’s chest, wrapping your arms around his waist. He entangled himself with you, and you both just held each other for a long, long time.

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In the following six months, a many very important things happen.

Keigo got a place for you for two entire months, just so you two have some separation. After actually having a calm talk about your relationship dynamic since Keigo’s injury, it was comically apparent there were so many fucked up things that had happened and that you both needed a bit of time to collect yourselves.

It was a hard separation, but you still see each other at least half of the days of your time apart, and even a few that you snuck over for the night to stay over. Keigo was so, so thankful. Being wrapped in each other was a different experience, something actually healing. 

You both got therapists, next. A couples therapist too. 

Thank God. 

Keigo had oodles of trauma to sort through, and you had your own shit to deal with as well. Not to mention the whole ‘Keigo being a dick to you because he was hurt doesn’t justify it’ kinda broke your brain for a second. Also, Keigo having to process ‘he was capital A abusive to you after he got hurt, and your only stability being the hope in healing you is much more complicated than just them trying to ‘fix’ you’ was a case of note. 

It was weird, really. 

 When you moved back, fully, to Keigo’s (you weren’t sure if you could call it ‘your’ apartment anymore), it was nerve-wracking. It was under the understanding that you could move out if you needed to, that separation and an ending were just a corner away.

It made you feel more unstable than you had in months, but you kept up with it. 

Keigo noticed, much more observant than he had been. About two weeks into you returning to the apartment, he asked the question, “What if we moved?”

You had been quietly eating your breakfast, but this startled you, “Move? Why?”

“I mean,” Keigo sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. His gaze flickered to the living room, recalling the times he broke down and was so awful to you. It shifted to the bedroom door where you broke boundaries over and over. “A lot of bad stuff happened here. If we’re going to have a fresh start, might as well live somewhere new, right?”

You mused on it for a moment, then nodded, “Yeah, that would be good.”

The next few weeks were the most healthy and productive that you and Keigo ever had, pre- or post-injury. Apartment hunting turned into purchasing a two-floored, highrise, insanely nice condo across the city. Keigo suggested buying a house, but you refused. You both liked the views too much to live somewhere so close to the ground.

You packed your things, mutually. You both threw away plenty, bits and bobs that had been relatively unused for a long time. Lots of old memories were thrown out to make way for new ones. Though it was sad and there was plenty of grief in it, you actually had each other this time. 

When you found Keigo sobbing, clutching an old picture of him and Touya, one of the only of him from his childhood with the Commission, you held him and rocked him. You cried with him, not just settling for ‘dealing’ with him anymore. 

When you cleaned out the kitchen, you found the two dozen extra vitamins and extracts you had been taking while healing Keigo. You stared at him, idly, for ten minutes, somewhere far off in your head. Keigo came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you. Softly, he pulled you back from your mind. He helped you throw away each bottle, talking reverently to you so your gaze and mind would stay in that moment, and not those past and unsavory.  

You helped each other, or, were learning to.

 You and Keigo both had to agree that shopping for furniture was probably the most fun the two of you had in a while. With a facemask and a beanie on, Keigo appeared a lot less like his former self, allowing for the two of you to covertly search for new homewares without prying crowds.

The old apartment had originally been Keigo’s from his early years of being a hero. You simply moved in with him, adding yourself to his space. This time, you were making it together. 

 “What do you think of this one?” You turned to Keigo, next to you. Both of you laid on top of a fairly nice mattress, the store relatively empty aside from the employees and the two of you.

“I think it's good, it’s not too soft,” Keigo turned and smiled at you, speaking from behind his mask. 

You couldn’t help sitting up, tugging the cloth mask just a bit lower to drop a sweet kiss on the side of his mouth, “Get out the credit card then, babe.”

 The condo was sorted within a few weeks, full of furniture and slowly being decorated. 

You also had the opportunity to christen the mattress, if you will.

...

How long had it been since you and Keigo had laid together like this? 

Your bodies were sticky with sweat and cum, several rounds having passed throughout the night. Your new mattress was going to need a fresh change of sheets after this.

“Hey, angel, come over here,” Keigo tugged you closer to him, laying your head on his chest. You smiled softly, pressing closer. You missed it, truly, the warmth of his body and the feeling of his skin on your own like this.

“Alright, check-in,” Keigo pressed a kiss to your damp forehead. “You feeling okay?”

“I feel great,” You hummed, throwing a leg over his waist. “I can honestly keep going.”

“Should you?” Keigo raised an eyebrow and chuckled, nudging a knee between your legs. You flinched, knowing how sore you’d be in the morning already. 

Though your body had recovered somewhat, you weren’t fully back to where you were before Keigo’s injury. You didn’t mind, though. Keigo had taken to doting on you a bit more than he used to. 

You shrugged and Keigo just chuckled, bringing you ever-closer. 

“Are you okay?” You straddled Keigo’s hips, cocking your head to one side. 

Keigo was silent for a moment, stormy almost. He bit his lip, tracing hands and eyes over your figure, finally landing on your face. His softened hands cupped your jaw. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” His thumb rubbed over your lips. There’s something so melancholic about him. “I just missed you.”

You knew exactly what he meant by ‘miss’.

 It was a feeling beyond sex, but rather intimacy. Sure, Keigo had been balls deep in you for the first time in months and that was ecstasy you wouldn’t trade the world for. But, this feeling Keigo regarded was different.

It had been so long since the two of you had been so softened around each other.

Guards, after months of being raised high, had begun to fall.

  Thank God.

 Your eyes watered as you lowered your face to his, ghosting your lips over his, “I missed you too, Kei’. I missed you so, so much.”

 How many minutes of hell had your both endured? And how many were there still to go? Thoughts of fear and anguish constantly swirled within the two of you for so long. They certainly hadn’t stopped, but they were lessening. Therapy helped. Being in the new place with a fresh start did wonders for the two you. Keigo’s passion for cooking continued to grow and you had taken up a few new hobbies of your own. 

It was the mundane, you supposed, that was the stitching for broken relationships. The real healing of proverbial flesh and bone was intimacy, vulnerability, and love.

“Hey, Kei’,” You kissed him breathless, once, twice, three times. “I love you, you know? A lot.”

“Yeah?” Keigo giggled, something high and light that he wouldn’t have released a year ago. “I love you too. So much.”

 The night continued in tender fucking, the two of you visibly watching wounds begin to grow smaller and scar, no more fire, and no more forced stitchings. 

Salvation came from time and small things, you supposed, half-asleep and nestled neck to Keigo, feeling better than you had in a long time.  

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     You supposed, some time later, that karma gave the two of you a small gift. In the eyes of all things, it must’ve been just a spec, but God, it was something. 

     ...

They had come back over a year and half from when you had tried to heal Keigo. 

The attempt wasn’t forgotten, no, but it certainly wasn’t at the forefront of your minds like it used to be. Except the one morning that Keigo got up before you, sleepily yawning his way to the bathroom.

You heard his sharp gasp, loud exclamations in your half asleep state.

“Babe?” Your voice hoarse with sleep, you spoke. “You okay?”

Keigo jumped onto the bed, straddling over you and the comforter. 

“(Y/N)!” Oh, his eyes were wet. Soft, gooey tears were streaming down his face as he shakily grabbed your wrists. He pressed them to the scars of his back.

Your eyes went wide as your hands brushed against small, soft feathers. 

“Keigo!” You shouted, sitting up, urging him to turn around so you could take a better look. 

Keigo trembled as he bared his back to you. 

Your breath caught as your hands trailed down his marred flesh.

The scars, old and worn now, had faded a great deal. The charred plain calmed with time, perhaps by your own touch and very much so by Keigo’s own cells and flesh.

But, in the center of his back, where the roots of his wings once were, was something growing anew.

Small, burgundy feathers were growing from spindly looking, down-covered bones and skin.

They were small, nothing like his old wings. More aged, with their darker color. The feathers felt softer as you ran your hands along the largest, no bigger than your hand from wrist to tip.

Keigo shuddered.

“Do... Do they feel like they used to?” You asked, transfixed.

Keigo shakily shook his head, “N-no, they feel less sensitive I think. They feel different.”

...

 As Keigo had healed and changed, so had his body.

His wings never grew to their own old size and power, not even close. They couldn’t support his own body weight, so Keigo never flew again. But, the feathers, wine-colored and almost bruised looking, could be sent to do small tasks, much like his old ones.  

At first, it seemed cruel. After so long and so much, his wings grew back but in such a decrepit form. For days, the two of you waited and waited to see what the final form of his regrowth would be. In the end, at their best, they stretched out to about the span of Keigo’s arms. The feathers weren’t symmetrical either, even at their peak regrowth. Some grew in fluffy and rounded, while others were jagged, sticking out awkwardly from the rest of his form. 

Over time, the inherent disappointment and despondence turned into appreciation.

Because they had come back, it just took time. 

...

With enough time, Keigo wore them proudly, no matter how oddly they stuck out from his marred skin. Keigo’s body was still too damaged to do hero work proper, but he still was kept around.

At the end of the day, the feathers colored like dried blood represented something far larger. If the completely destroyed number two hero could come back to even a fraction of his former, angelic glory, that was something, right?

It was like in the eyes of all things, you were both awarded a physical manifestation of healing. The gnarly wings that grew from Keigo’s body may have been off-putting to some, but to the two of you, it was a testament to it all.

It just took time. 

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You Promised pt. 4

Here’s part 4 everyone!! A lot of angst, one cute fluff scene at the end hehe. Let me know if you’re enjoying this so far :) 

This fucking picture dude.... SO HOT OHSOAHGOHGDOIDG

Art @kuroamme on twitter!! 

Shigaraki POV:

Things had happened too fast for me to keep up with. 

I had been standing for over an hour watching pathetic Midoriya wander around, fangirling over the All Might merchandise in one store, and almost making me throw up in my mouth. 

He had just returned to the bench to play on his phone when I heard Y/n scream. Scream for me. It was just enough warning for me to jump to the side, avoiding the crushing fist of a low class mutant villain. 

You fucking idiot! I wanted to scream at the villain, but I was already turning to try and find Y/n amongst the crowd. 

When I spotted her, I felt a level of terror I had never experienced before. Behind her, a man was ripping and expanding into a massive beast, ready to kill everything in its path. Y/n had been too focused on warning me that she hadn’t realized the danger right next to her. 

Something in my chest broke as the monster’s fist slammed into her, sending her flying into a pillar, and I heard an audible crack. 

“No!” I roared, lunging at the monster who smashed stores and civilians a few yards away. As my hand connected with his shoulder, he let out a high pitched shriek and crumpled to dust. 

I sprinted across the mall, aiming for the second monster, shoving screaming civilians out of the way. I would kill it, kill him for touching her. 

When I got close enough, I jumped as high as I could, aiming for his head. He was faster than his friend, spinning to avoid me, but I had been training with highly skilled fighters for months, and I easily twisted in the air to land on his shoulders. 

My hands closed around his face from behind, crushing him as he screamed. The people around me were all running for the exit or helping their injured, so no one noticed me or my quirk. 

The monster wasn’t even fully disintegrated before I lunged for Y/n. She hadn’t moved from her spot on the floor, her limbs bent awkwardly and eyes closed. Blood--so much blood--had pooled out around her, and her skin was sickly pale. 

“No, no, no…” I hissed, scrambled towards her, hands slipping in her blood. 

I reached for her, needing to stop the bleeding, get her to safety, save her somehow--but my hands…

“I can’t--I can’t touch her!!!” I screamed desperately looking for help. I didn’t care if I was arrested by a hero, I just needed them to save her. 

I pressed the button that hung for my waist band furiously, signalling to Kurogiri that we needed an escape portal, and I bent over Y/n to check her pulse. My hands shook violently, but I pressed down on her neck with two fingers, needing to feel something. 

Please, please, please. 

There was a weak, slow pulse beneath my fingers, almost nothing. She was still alive. Relief hit me like a train, but I knew that it wouldn't last long. She was holding onto the last thread of life, but she had lost way too much blood. 

I heard heavy footsteps behind me, and whirled to see Toga and Dabi sprinting towards us. 

“Y/n! Oh god, no no nono…” Dabi slid on his knees, immediately reaching for her and scooping her limp body into his arms. “How did this happen?” He snarled at me. 

I could barely see past Y/n’s pale face, which rested against Dabi’s shoulder. I wanted to pull her away from him, hold her close to me instead. But I ran the risk of accidentally disintegrating her. 

“Two fucking villains,” I snapped, clutching my hair. 

“We’re villains !” Dabi yelled. 

At that moment, a shadow portal opened, leading to the bar. No one hesitated to run through, Dabi still carrying Y/n’s limp body in his arms. 

She wasn’t going to die. I wouldn’t let her. 

~~~~~~

The first night was the worst twelve hours of my life. I paced up and down Y/n’s room, unable to do anything but clutch my hair and scratch my neck until my skin bled. She was so unbelievably pale. 

Twice and Spinner had kidnapped a healer from a local hospital, and we forced her at literal gunpoint to do anything in her power to save Y/n. 

The entire League stayed up into the night waiting for news. Toga sobbed for hours, Dabi sat motionless, head buried in his hands, and I just couldn’t stop pacing. I felt like a wild animal, needing to kill something. 

By the time the sun started rising into the sky, the healer was half dead from exhaustion and the strain of using her quirk for so long. Y/n was still unconscious, barely breathing, and I just couldn’t focus. 

The healer turned to me, eyes wide and desperate. “I need rest, food, water, a break if I’m going to keep healing her. Please!” 

I felt my hands begin to shake, glaring at her in fury. “Will she live?”

“I don’t--”

“Will she live?”

“Five of her ribs were crushed, a lung was punctured, a small piece of her spine fractured, and her skull was cracked. That’s not even including the damage done to her muscles, skin, and nerves. The damage is extremely extensive, and I’ve done my best, but I need fuel if I’m going to save her!” 

My whole body was shaking now, and I slammed the woman against the wall by her throat, careful not to put down all five fingers. “You will eat, and then sleep for an hour. If she dies, I will kill you slowly.” 

The woman choked, face paling as she blubbered out a reply. 

I released her, calling for Kurogiri to get everything and watch over her to make sure she didn’t escape. 

When the room emptied except for Toga, Dabi, and I, Dabi finally lifted his head. 

“This is your fault,” he growled. Even though I knew he hated me, I was shocked at the venom in his voice. “If she dies, I--” His fingers curled in his hair, glaring a desperate hole in the floor. 

I knew it was my fault. I was supposed to be watching her back, protecting her, and she had been the one protecting me. What would I do if she died? I hadn’t let my mind consider it. 

I would continue like always to kill All Might, I told myself, but somehow I knew it wasn’t true. How could I continue on as if she hadn’t existed?

~~~~~~

Dabi POV:

It took three days for Y/n to open her eyes. Three days of utter hell, when I could barely sleep or eat. The rest of the League was restless, unsettled without the familiar sound of her music echoing through the halls, or her sarcastic insults following them. 

I couldn’t believe how much I missed her. I had known her for a single month of my life, and yet I missed teasing her, watching the way her mouth flattened in annoyance, or how her cheeks would redden even as she rolled her eyes at my compliments. I always spoke sarcastically when flirting with her, too afraid of her rejection to actually be serious. But now...I wished I had told her how her smile quite literally took my breath away, or how I looked forward to our practice fights just to be able to be close to her. 

I sighed, leaning back in my chair as I clicked through my phone. It was almost 5pm, and the rest of the League were busy with dinner. I could hear their muted voices echoing through the walls of the building, unusually sober like they had been for the past three days. 

Toga was asleep in the room over, exhausted from staying up all night watching over Y/n and the healer. I had finally forced her to rest after noticing her swaying on her feet, eyes drooping. Like everyone else, she looked like she was falling apart. 

My eyes moved across the room to the only other person who might have slept less than me. Shigaraki’s shoulders were hunched, his blue hair veiling his face as his head hung low. He looked thinner, but the energy radiating off him warned everyone to stay the fuck away unless they wanted to be turned to dust. He had barely left Y/n’s bedside. 

I wondered if he loved her, and I wondered why it bothered me so fucking much. 

“You should eat,” I grunted, glaring at him. 

Shigaraki’s head shifted slightly, his dead gaze meeting mine. Dark circles under his eyes made him look like a skeleton. 

I tried again. “When she wakes up, she won’t want you to look like you’re about to drop dead yourself.” 

Shigaraki made a low noise of anger in his throat, telling me to go fuck myself without actually speaking. 

I stood up. “If you don’t fucking go get something to eat right now, I swear to god I’ll burn this whole place to the ground.” I felt the familiar rush of power blazing to my fingertips, and blue fire sparked in my palm. 

I watched the blue haired villain’s eyes blaze dangerously with fury, and his fists clenched. At least he was showing some emotion. It was better than blank deadness. 

“You wouldn’t hurt her,” he growled, eyes flickering to Y/n’s pale face. Her skin had regained some color over the course of a few days, with the help of the healer’s constant support. Her most serious injuries had been fully healed, as well as some of the nerve damage, but apparently her body had reflexively entered a coma to try and save strength. Whether or not she ever woke up was out of our control. 

When Shigaraki had heard that, I thought he was going to tear the building to bits. He had almost killed the healer on the spot, but I managed to stop him before he ruined our only source of information. Not that she was much use anymore. The constant use of her quirk, the exhaustion, lack of food and water, and the threat of a dozen villains ready to tear her apart had worn on her mind, and had reduced her to a blubbering mess. She sat dazedly in a chair in the corner now, her wrist chained to the leg. 

I crossed my arms as I answered Shigaraki. “Wanna risk it?”

He slowly uncurled his fists, clearly trying to stop himself from leaping at me. “Fine,” He snarled. “Watch her, I’ll be right back.” 

I rolled my eyes. As if I would leave her alone. “Take a shower while you’re at it!” I shouted after him. 

The door slammed shut behind him, and I sighed. My eyes found Y/n’s face, and I gently brushed a bit of hair away from her forehead. “Please wake up soon. I can’t handle him acting like this anymore.” 

I felt every muscle in my body clench as her eyelids fluttered slightly. Was it possible...

“Y/n...Y/n--” I said desperately, clutching her arm. Please be awake. 

Her eyelids fluttered again, and she let out a soft breath. “Wha…” Her voice was so weak, I could barely hear it. But--

“Holy fuck,” I covered my mouth with my hand to stop a sob of relief. She was awake. 

“Dabi?” Her eyes opened slowly, and she blinked wearily at me. “What…” “This is going to take a bit of explaining, gorgeous, but you’ve been asleep for 3 days.” I murmured, my eyes scanning her face. I would give it to her straight; there was no point honeying my words. 

“I what?” Y/n lurched up, eyes wide. Before I could tell her to lay the fuck back down, she clutched her stomach and her face turned slightly green. “Oh god…” 

I lunged for the trashcan, barely managing to get it to her before she puked the feeble contents of her stomach up. She hadn’t eaten in three days, so the vomit was a strange, semi hard mix. I gagged at the sight of it. 

Y/n wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. “What the hell happened? Where is everyone? How did we get back here?”

“Take a deep breath,” I ordered, shoving the trash can into a corner. “You were attacked in the mall, and got some pretty critical injuries. We managed to get you back here in time, but…”

Y/n crossed her arms, awake for two minutes and already looking annoyed. “Just spit it out.”

I paused. “You were minutes away from death. We got a healer to work on you for the last three days, but you’ve been in a coma this whole time. We weren’t sure you were going to wake up.” 

Y/n let out a breath, leaning back on the pillows. “Well damn.” 

I gaped at her. “That’s all you have to say?” 

“I’m alive, aren’t I? What more is there to say?”

I ran a hand through my hair. She had no idea how hard it had been watching her edge the line of death, being unable to do anything about it. Before she could stop me, I jolted forward and crushed her into my chest, hugging her tightly. 

She patted my back gently, looking a bit confused when I pulled away. “I’m happy you’re awake,” I murmured, and she blinked. 

Before she could respond, I got to my feet. “You’re probably starving. I’m going to go get you food and water--stay put, ok?”

She laughed a little at my serious expression, but nodded. “I won’t go wandering off.” 

I practically ran down the hall, bursting into the bar where a few of the League sat. “She’s awake!” I yelled.

Mustard and Muscular jumped up, eyes wide, while Mr. Compress gasped. “Can we see her?”

I paused at that. Shigaraki wasn’t in the room like I had expected, and I was pretty sure he’d want to see her first. “You can see her in like an hour. I want her to recover a bit before everyone swamps her.” 

The villains looked disappointed but sat back down. 

“Do you have any extra food?” I asked. 

Mustard nodded, quickly getting up and scooping some chili Magne had made into a bowl. I filled up a pitcher of water and balanced everything in my arms before striding back down the hall.

When I reached the door to her room, I paused, hearing voices from within. The door was cracked a bit, and I leaned closer to see who was already there. My stomach dropped slightly as I recognized Shigaraki’s blue hair. 

The villain clutched Y/n’s face in a gentle grip, his fingers wrapped so he didn’t hurt her as he spoke in a low voice. Her eyes were intent on his face, one of her hands wrapped around his as she listened to him. As I watched, he circled his arms around her and clutched her tightly, burying his face in her neck as if she was the only thing that mattered. Her skin flushed red, but she hugged him back tightly, hands curling in his shirt. 

My fingers tightened around the bowl I held, but I slowly backed away. I had seen enough to know when I wasn’t wanted.

Y/n POV: 

I felt like Toga hadn’t let go of my hand since I had woken up, and that had been two days ago. She held it tightly as if afraid I was going to disappear, no matter the number of times I told her I wasn’t going anywhere. Even now, at our meeting, her fingers were clamped tightly around mine under the table. 

I sighed. I felt enormously better from when I first woke up, after I ate and drank. My body felt sore, aching, but I didn’t have any major issues. My injuries had been almost fully repaired by the healer. Unfortunately for her, the woman had seen too much and Shigaraki didn’t hesitate to dissolve her now that I was awake. 

Shigaraki stood up and faced the League.  “Our plan to attack the Quirk Training Camp is still in motion. Does everyone still feel ready to do it?”

We all nodded, but Shigaraki’s eyes fell on me. “You’re not going,” he said flatly. 

I blinked in shock, jaw clenching. “What do you mean? Of course I am.” 

“You almost died two days ago. There’s no way I’m letting you go on that mission.” I gaped at him, eyes wide. “You’re kidding right? I’m alive and I won’t be the only one left behind here. What’s the point of me staying here when I can help?” 

Shigaraki’s fists clenched. “Why do you always want to throw yourself into danger?”

“I can take care of myself. And I’m not going to be in any more danger than everyone else! We’re all risking it for the League. That’s our job!”

He glared at me, not speaking because he couldn’t argue. 

He turned, looking at Dabi. “If she goes, you protect her, got it?” 

Dabi nodded, eyes more serious than I had seen. “Yeah, I will.” 

I opened my mouth, wanting to punch both of these overbearing villains in their stupid faces, but I felt Toga’s hand tighten on mine. 

“Don’t argue, Y/n. We all just want you to be safe,” she murmured in my ear, and I felt some of the anger drain out of me. I wasn’t used to people caring. 

I nodded slowly, and Shigaraki sat back down. “Ok then.” 

        ~~~~~~

The next week and a half passed faster than I could have imagined. I worked on regaining my strength, training every day for at least two hours with whoever was available. I didn’t go on any more outside missions, leaving that to the other villains. I didn’t want to push Shigaraki any more than I already was. 

The blue haired villain seemed to be avoiding me. The first few days after I had woken up he had been almost unbearably sweet, staring at me all the time as if he couldn’t get enough. 

But ever since I had convinced him to let me help invade the training camp, he had barely spoken or looked at me at all. Was he upset that I was going? What else could it be? 

I found him sitting cross legged in the living room, the only light coming from the large television that he stared at. I was expecting to see the white fuzzy screen and hear the cold voice of his Master, but instead, it was a basic video game. He wiggled the controller expertly in his hands, making his avatar within the screen jump off a large building and shoot someone in the air. 

“What are you playing?” 

Shigaraki almost jumped out of his skin. “Jesus fuck!”

“Oh sorry.” I covered my mouth with my hand. 

“Ugh, you made me lose my kill streak,” he said, not looking at me. I narrowed my eyes. I knew directly confronting him about what was going on wouldn’t lead to anything; he’d just shut down and refuse to speak. 

Instead, I sat myself next to him on the floor, gazing at the screen. “What game is this?”

Shigaraki was more into video games than anyone else I had ever met, playing them constantly in his free time when he wasn’t busy planning the downfall of the heroes. I had watched him spend hundreds of dollars on different power ups, skins, weapons, and gear within his games using League money, not caring when we all complained that we were going to starve without it. 

He gritted his teeth, clearly fighting with himself on whether or not he should keep ignoring me. I pressed my lips together to contain a triumphant whoop as he told me the title of the game and started going in depth about the lore and the good and bad things about it, as if he couldn’t help himself. I listened happily, glad to have him talking again. 

He paused during a particularly tense moment when three different gunmen came at him at once, and I gasped as I watched his avatar duck and roll, shooting them one after the other in quick succession before sprinting towards the nearest building to get out of view of any snipers. 

“Can I try?!” I cried, excited after the intense display. 

Shigaraki glanced at me, his eyebrows raised. “Hm...let me finish this round.” 

He ended up winning with almost three thousand points, which made my jaw drop when he told me the average score. 

“Ok, give it to me,” I said, and Shigaraki handed over the controller a bit reluctantly. He showed me what each of the buttons meant, but as the game started, I continuously slammed into a wall, unable to get my avatar to move around it. “What the fuck!!! No no, AHHH--” A shooter came up from behind me and shot me in the head. 

Game Over: 0 points. 

“WHAT,” I practically yelled, outraged. Shigaraki was shaking with silent laughter, and I glared at him. “It was my first try, ok?” 

I ended up playing three more rounds, all of them ending in under five minutes. The most points I got was 120, but I still bragged about it endlessly, dancing around the room in excitement. 

“A literal child could have done better than you,” he snapped, but his lips were twitching. 

“No one asked your opinion.” I stuck out my tongue. 

“Do you want me to show you how it’s done?” He stuck out his hand for the controller, and I took the perfect opportunity. 

“Yes actually,” I smirked, marching over and plopping myself directly in his lap. I heard him make a noise of surprise and shock, and I looked over my shoulder up at him. “Can you show me how?”

I grinned in satisfaction as I saw his face flushed red, his eyes wide, but after a long moment, he relaxed as his long arms slid around my waist. His hands (which were wrapped in my shirt) were gigantic compared to mine, and easily enveloped my fingers as he held the controller with me. I leaned back against his chest, and I felt him shudder slightly. 

“Um. You just--” he cleared his throat, and I tried not to laugh. 

We ended up winning with significantly less points than his first round, but it was still ten times the amount I had gotten on my own. 

“I think I’m getting the hang of it,” I grinned, leaning my face back to find him only an inch away. 

“Yeah you—you’re improving.” His eyes flickered to my lips, and I felt my heart stutter.

Before I could catch my breath, he jolted to his feet, making me flinch back. 

“I-I have to go…” he muttered, practically stumbling away, out of the room. I stared after him, mouth open. What was that?

Chapter 5

Chapter 3

[backtobackbakubabe]

Speak Easy Part 6

Bakugo x Reader, Dabi x Reader

Words : 4954

Masterlist

Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together?

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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You had attempted to rush off to your room, but you hardly made it back into the house before your knees gave out. It wasn’t even because your legs were tired. If that were the case, you would have gladly crawled just to get away from him. No, you fell because your head was spinning.

You couldn’t seem to catch your breath as the world spun around you. You curled up on your side and let the tears silently stream down your cheeks. You didn’t know how to make it stop because you didn’t even know what was happening. Were you having another panic attack? Was it a side effect of drowning? Was this what it felt like to break Cogernot’s quirk?

Regardless you did as Dabi taught you. You closed your eyes, you took as deep of breaths as you could manage, and you counted.

You heard him step into the house and you could feel the heat radiating off of him as he sat next to you. He made no attempts to touch you or say anything. Which was probably for the best because you could feel yourself on the verge of a mental break.

This was going to be the thing that pushed you over the edge. The whole time you’ve been here you’ve kept your shit together. In all fairness it was mostly due to Dabi’s strict routine. He didn’t give you time to wallow of feel sorry for yourself. From day one he focused on your recovery. But it wasn’t until now that you realized you never talked to him about what happened to you. It was almost as if he thought if the two of you didn’t talk about it, you would just somehow magically forget it ever happened. You bottled it up and pushed it away, but it was still there. Threatening to explode all over the progress you had made. Today just might be the day.

“I know you want nothing to do with me right now… but –“

Your eyes shot open to see him reaching a hand out to you. You smacked it away. ~Don’t touch~

Dabi visibly flinched. Why had you just signed at him? Had he not just broken you free of that shitty quirk? Had he failed? Was this all for nothing? He almost started to panic himself but then he remembered you HAD spoken. Even if your words dripped with hatred and your eyes cut him to the bone. You spoke… out loud…

He desperately wanted to pull you into his lap. To calm you down. To praise you and comfort you. But he knows he can’t. He’s lost that privilege. You don’t even need him anymore. You’re starting to walk just fine on your own now. You don’t need him… and he was the one who helped you get there.

The thought upset him more than it should have. He didn’t even want you here to begin with. How had you managed to crawl under his skin so much? You had wormed your way into his life and now every thought was consumed by you. Taking care of you, feeding you, making you strong again.

You slowly stood up and gave him one last glare before storming off to your room. Well in your head you stormed off, but in reality, it was more like a drunken wobble. You were still soaked to the bone and you were starting to shiver. You had made a puddle on the kitchen floor where you had been lying, and because that was just the kind of day you were having you slipped right through it.

Dabi was on his feet and hovering behind you. His hand gripped your elbow to steady you. You activated your quirk and let him feel the rage bubbling inside you. You wanted him to know how angry you were, how hurt and betrayed you felt. At first he gripped you tighter, but eventually your emotions overwhelmed him and he had to let go, just so he didn’t have to feel them anymore.

You ripped your arm away the second he dropped it and continued towards your room. You threw the door open and slammed it behind you. You slumped to the floor and did something you had needed to do for weeks now. You screamed. You let all of it out. Your anger, your fear, your heartache. You screamed until your throat was raw and your head pounded.

When you were done you took a deep breath, picked your head up, and let the numb wash over you. You stripped out of your wet clothes and hoped into a warm shower. The whole time the only thought in your head was ‘Why?’

The next few hours passed in a blur. You managed to get out of the shower and get into bed, but you couldn’t sleep. Your adrenaline was pumping. You couldn’t convince your body you were safe enough to sleep. It remained in fight or flight. You sat there in silence hugging the pillow to your chest.

It was so quiet that the creek of the floorboards outside you room made you jump. “Y/n… I know you’re mad at me… but you still need to eat something.” You heard him shuffle around a bit. “I’ll just leave it out here by the door. I’ll be in my room….”

You didn’t move from your spot on the bed until you heard his door close across the hall. Part of you knew that you needed to eat. But a larger part of you just… couldn’t. You didn’t understand. The food was right there, you just needed to open the door. But for some reason you just couldn’t make yourself do it. So instead you rolled over and pulled out your journal.

There was something ironic about you didn’t really need it anymore, yet now was the time you were most desperate to write in it. So you did. You poured your thoughts out page after page. Everything you wanted to say to Dabi, everything you wanted to say to Katsuki, to Izuku, to Todoroki and Kirishima. You started writing down memories of what had happened to you, in as much gory detail as you could remember. You wrote and you wrote and hours passed as you hunched over your notebook just looking for the right words to take the pain away. What would it take? What did you need to do to make yourself feel better?

It wasn’t until there was a soft knock on the door that you realized how deep into it you were. “Y/n… Be mad at me all you want, but don’t take it out on yourself. You need to eat something. Please. I made lunch. I’ll leave it here.” You heard the scraping of a plate being put on the floor outside your room.

How was that man capable of being such a monster, and yet so soft? He literally tried to kill you and now here he is worrying over you because you’re not hungry? Funny how dying tends to fuck with a person’s appetite.

You began to really think about Dabi. His motivation in all of this, what did he gain from helping you? Was he just doing his little brother a favor? Sometimes he treated you like his bratty little sister, and then there were nights like last night… You felt your face heat at the memory of you riding his thigh. It had felt so right at the time, but now it makes your stomach twist.

“Y/N! Can you at least say something, so I know that you’re fucking alive?”

The audacity of this fucking man. He wants to make sure you’re alive… after he almost killed you….

You picked up a cup that had been sitting on your nightstand and threw it at the door. It shattered on impact and it had felt to fucking good. There, that should be enough confirmation for him.

“GOD DAMNIT! ENOUGH Y/N! I’ve let you have your pity party. I don’t care if you’re mad at me. I don’t care if you want to throw a fucking tantrum. But you WILL eat something. This is getting fucking ridiculous.”

You picked up the lamp and threw that next. It was sturdier than the cup had been, so it wasn’t as satisfying but it got your point across none the less.

“Y/n… open the door please. We can talk about this.”

He had to have known your door wasn’t locked. It was one of the laws. It was one of your laws. Yet he made no attempt to open it. He remained on the other side with your uneaten food.

“Well if that’s how you want to be then fine. I guess I’ll just have to sit here and talk to the door then.” You heard him slide down the door as he sat down, leaning against it. “I’m sorry. I fucked up. I need you to know that. I need you to know that I realize how fucked up what I did was. I don’t want to make excuses, but I do want to explain. And I want to do it when you can look me in the eye, so you know I’m not lying.”

Again, he was met with radio silence. He sat there for a long time. Finally, after what felt like hours he stood up, “I guess I’ll go start dinner then…”

You looked at the clock on the wall and was surprised to see how late it was. Usually around this time you’d be finishing up with the pool, you cringed. Yeah safe to safe you won’t be getting back in, probably ever.

Dabi forced himself to leave your door, carrying your second uneaten meal of the day with him. He woke up his laptop and started up the video for today’s lesson for sign language. He watched it as he cooked, but he didn’t absorb anything. He was too focused on trying to find a way to fix this.

His hands kept clenching and unclenching. He knew what he needed to do. But it was going to suck. If it would get you to eat though then he didn’t care.

He wasn’t an idiot. He knew you wouldn’t die from not eating for a day. He was more worried about the psychological part of it. When he got out of the league, he had started messing around this hot shrink. She had a real savior complex, but the one thing she got right about him was his need for control. After being abused for so long he had to have control over every situation. Which sometimes when he really felt helpless included his eating habits. When everything else felt out of control, at least he could control that. At least he could decide when and if he ate. He was nervous you were pulling the same shit. He didn’t want to see you waste away because you were desperate for something you could control.

He’d swallow his pride. He’d do this for you.

A knock on the door had you groaning.

“Hey dork. It’s me. Dabi called and said you weren’t feeling well. I made some spicy ramen with pork… You gonna let me in before it gets cold?”

You jumped to your feet and ran to the door. You cracked it open at first to make sure it really was Katsuki and that he was alone.

He smirked at you through the small gap, “Don’t worry he’s not with me, now let me in before I kick the door down.”

He opened it enough for Katsuki to enter and then quickly shut it again. He waited and followed you over to you bed and took a seat at the foot of it. “So, Scarface was a little vague on the details, but he said you were mad at him and refusing to eat.” He placed the warm bowl of ramen into your hands, “Want to talk about it?”

Your stomach started to rumble at the familiar smell of Katsuki’s cooking. You couldn’t deny yourself any longer. You took a huge bite and almost moaned at how good it tasted. You quickly took a few more bites before wiping you mouth on your sleeve and sighing. You needed to talk about it, but was Katsuki really the best option for that? The chances of him blowing up the house was pretty high.

You reached a hand out and put in on top of his and released a calming feeling. “Uh oh…must be bad you’re already trying to calm me down.”

You gave him a halfhearted smile, “Uh… well…” The sound of your own voice made your skin crawl. It sounded wrong, even though you were pretty sure that’s how it always sounded. It made you pause for a moment to collect yourself.

In that brief pause Katauki’s eyes almost bugged out of his head, “Wait a fuckin minute! You’re talking again? Since when? Holy shit!” You could feel his excitement bubbling up along with pride and admiration. It was sweet, and it gave you the boost you needed to keep going.

You played with a strand of your hair, “Since…. Now…. I guess.” You averted your eyes embarrassed, “Or well… since I… well I kind of drowned… briefly.” You looked back up and saw fire behind Katsuki’s eyes and anger was coming off of him in waves.

“And where was Dabi when this happened?”

You knew you were practically signing Dabi’s death certificate but telling Katsuki this, but you weren’t going to cover for him either. “He was there….”

Katsuki’s fist clenched, “Don’t tell me the bastard watched you almost die and didn’t help you.” You bit your lip. “Y/n… what are you not telling me?”

You put both hands on him now desperately trying to overwhelm him with calm emotions. “He was the one who held me under…”

His hands tore away from yours as they crackled with a very real threat of explosions. He stood and stomped towards your door, not even bothering to ask you to elaborate. You knew you needed to stop him, there was no scenario where this ended well for anyone. “Katsuki stop.” He ignored you as he reached for the door. “Katsuki… please.”

He froze with his hand hovering over the doorknob. His voice was dark and oddly low,“Y/n… there is nothing you could possibly say to me right now that would change my mind about killing the mother fucker.”

You couldn’t believe you were actually about to defend Dabi, but it wouldn’t be fair if you didn’t at least tell Katsuki the whole story. “Even I told you he did so I could talk again?”

He turned to look at you and signed as he spoke, “I still don’t care! You were learning sign… you were communicating just fine.” He threw his hands up in exasperation, “Why was him drowning you even fucking necessary?”

Katsuki was starting to take that familiar condescending tone with you and you honestly were not in the mood for it. He had done this a million times growing up. He’d make up his mind about something and make you feel dumb until you agreed with him. “Look I’m not saying that what he did was right. I’m not saying I’m not furious with him. Me not speaking was because of some guys quirk.” You stood and made your way over to Katsuki and began pushing him away from the door. “Dabi knew the guy and said if my brain thought I was dying it would somehow reverse the quirks affects.”

He stopped walking and it was like pushing against a brick wall. “You could have fucking died y/n!”

“Do you think I DON’T KNOW THAT?” You pushed on him again, “Do you think I’ve just been sitting here all day twiddling my thumbs? Today has been fucking awful! I don’t need you to talk sense into me. I don’t need you to kick the shit out of Dabi. What I need if for you to just sit down with me, and just- just let me be. I don’t know!” You gave him one final hard shove which lead to him sitting back at the end of your bed.

His eyes were a mixture of sadness and hurt. “I’m not trying to make this harder on you, I promise. But he put your life at risk and that’s not just something I can just be okay with.” His hands reached up and cupped your cheeks and brushed away a tear you hadn’t even realized was there. “I don’t know if you’ve realized this yet, but I would kind of prefer you to stay alive… you aren’t allowed to die before me. Especially at the hands of some ugly sociopath.”

You leaned into his touch, “Please, for me. Just let it go for now. Let this be between me and Dabi. Be mad all you want, believe me I’m pissed, but you don’t need to get involved. I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”

He pulled you towards him and moved one hand to cradle the back of your head and pulled you into his arms. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Only because you said please. But I hope you know this means I’m coming to check on you more often now.” His fingers carded through your hair. “Actually… if you’re not comfortable here anymore… You could always come stay with me.”

“I thought that was too dangerous, what with heroes and villains alike apparently looking for me.”

He chuckled, “I’d love to see someone try. They’d have to go through me.”

“Yeah, but you can’t always be around… you have a job to do. An important one.”

He gave a sad sigh as his grip on you loosened enough for you to pull back and look at him, “Yeah… I do.” There were a few tense moments when your eyes connected, and you could see the way his eyes drifted to your lips as he licked his own. Ever so slightly he started leaning in closer to you.

Your breath hitched in your chest, as your brain went a mile a minute. Sure, you always had a feeling things might end up this way between you and Katsuki. There was a time when you went to bed every night fantasizing about the moment he would finally break down and admit he liked you. You had known him since you were children and there was always this feeling that if ever given the opportunity the two of you would end up together. But, for some reason it felt… off.

You leaned your forehead against his. “I don’t think right now is the best time for this.” You watched his eyes close as he tried to school his emotions. “It’s not that I don’t want to, because believe me I’ve thought about it. But right now, my life is in shambles. It’s not your job to fix me. That’s my job. And I need you to let me do it. Okay? I need you to let me do this on my own.”

He groaned but nodded as he pulled his head away from yours. “I don’t like it, but I get that I have to respect it.” His thumb rubbed soothing circles on your thigh. “I don’t want you to have to do this alone. I’ve always… Fuck.” His cheeks tinted the lightest shade of red. “I can’t stand to watch you struggle. It sucks knowing you’re out here stuck with him, dealing with so much shit that you should never have to deal with.” He hung his head low, “I just wish I could fight your demons for you. I wish I could lock you away and keep you safe from all the evil of this world.”

You pulled his chin up to make him look at you. “Katsuki you have always been there for me. There hasn’t been many problems in my life that I haven’t solved leaning on you for help.” You saw a glimmer of pride in his eyes. “But this isn’t something you can punch away. It isn’t something you can yell at until it stops hurting. I have to do this on my own.”

Tension was thick in the air. You knew there was so much he wanted to say. You could tell he was ready to fight you on this. But he surprised you by nodding and untangling himself from you. “I need to get going. I have a lot of work to do.” You could see the subtle sting of rejection in his eyes but he quickly covered it with his trademark smirk. “You say you don’t want my help but I’m going to anyway. I’ll help by locking up every single shithead that anything to do with your kidnapping.” He stood up and gave you one more, quick hug. “And that’s a fucking promise.”

You followed him as he left your room, intent on walking him to the door. You wanted to make sure he actually left instead of picking a fight with Dabi. But luck never had been on your side. You exited the main hallway and Dabi was sitting in his normal recliner. He looked up eyes cold as they landed on Katsuki, much softer when they found yours. You tried to give Katsuki a push in the direction of the door, but he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Oi! When I gave you the fucking list of things to do to help her with her period, I don’t remember drowning her being on it!”

Dabi’s eyes returned to Katsuki’s agitated one and for a while you thought he wasn’t going to answer. “Did you get her to eat something?”

“Don’t avoid the subject. You’re fucking lucky she begged me not to hurt you. Otherwise your ass would be dead.”

You something like surprise flash in Dabi’s expression. “Bold of you to assume that I am the lucky one here. It seems to me she was just trying to protect her little pet Pomeranian from getting hurt.” He grinned at the way Katsuki’s hands popped in anger. “But thank you for getting her to eat. She had me worried.”Bakugo lunged at him but you quickly stepped in the way and put a hand on his chest. You looked him in the eyes shaking your head and have him a shove towards the door.

Dabi could feel his stomach sink at the fact that the only words he had heard you say was “fuck you” He knew you had been in your room chatting away with man boobs and it stressed him out. Even now you refused to speak in his presence, and it killed him. He was the reason you could speak again and yet you refused to speak to him. That idiot Bakugo had nothing to do with it and yet gets to reap the benefit of Dabi’s sacrifice.

Dabi’s blood began to boil. He knew Bakugo would never in a hundred years have the balls to do what he did. He wouldn’t have the nerve to go through with it. Dabi did what he did for you, even if you refused to see it that way. Does he hate that he had to do it? Yes. Is he sorry, of course. But does he regret it… not really.

He watched as you pushed until Bakugo was successfully out of the house. As soon as the door was closed you turned and started to run back towards your room “OH NO YOU DON’T!”

He stood up and chased after you. “We are talking about this weather you want to or not. You can’t hide from me forever. You can’t mope around all day, not eating and expect me to just let that go. Law number seven we eat three full meals a day!” He got to your door just in time for you to slam it in his face. He had been so patient with you today. Not once had he forced himself into your room even the door was unlocked. He respected the fact you needed space. However, when he reached down and noticed that you had locked the door, he didn’t feel so bad about what he was about to do.

“Law number six! No locked doors!” His pressed his palm flat against the wooden door and burned straight through it. He burned a hole big enough for him to reach his hand through and unlock it from the inside.

He carefully avoided all of the broken glass on the ground from earlier. And stomped over to where you were trying to ignore him. You went through your dresser, picking out what you planned to wear to bed. You took a step towards the bathroom, but he stepped in your way.

“Y/n. Can we please talk about this?” You tried to step around him, but he just moved to block you again. “FINE! We don’t have to talk about it, but you will listen to what I have to say!”

You crossed your arms over your chest stubbornly and avoided making eye contact with him.

“I know what I did sucked. But I HAD to DO IT!” His voice was steadily getting louder. “You had to think you were dying. What did you want me to do? Hold your hand, tell you everything was going to be fine, and then pretend to drown you? It wouldn’t have worked!” He leaned over you and grabbed your chin forcing you took look at him. “I knew you’d be mad. I knew it might fuck up all the progress we’ve made. But I did it anyway! I did it for you!”

You slapped his hand away. “You DID IT FOR ME!? YOU ALMOST KILLED ME!”

There it was. Your voice. It hit him like a truck and it was enough to spur him on. “Yes for you! So you could talk again! So you could start to take back what those fuckers took from you! I decided you liking me wasn’t as important as you being able to talk again. Go ahead and hate me, but I need you to understand why I did it! What I was willing to sacrifice!”

Your eyes bore into his and it honestly almost sent shivers down his spine. “I understand just fine! You see me as this sad little broken girl. You thought I was so broken that you were willing to risk my life to fix me. Let that sink in Dabi… you gambled with MY life. What the hell were you sacrificing?”

“YOU!” His voice dripped with emotion. “I was sacrificing any chance I had with you so that one day I could watch you take back your life and get revenge on the people who hurt you.” He ran a hand through his white hair. “I would literally burn every single one of those monsters and piss on their ashes if I thought it’d help. But I know it wouldn’t! That’s a privilege that only belongs to you and I’d do anything to be able to watch you do it. Because I know you’re not broken! You’re a badass who doesn’t need anyone’s help. You are one strong bitch!”

There was pain in his eyes “I didn’t gamble with your life y/n, because I was so sure I wouldn’t let anything happen to you I was so sure nothing would go wrong.” He reached a hand out to touch your cheek, and surprisingly you let him. “Go ahead and activate your quirk. Feel what I feel. Feel what it was like to think I killed you. Feel what it was like to think that I am the monster everyone thinks I am…”

You activated your quirk and was hit so hard with anguish that you practically choked. He was grieving, even now, and somewhere buried under all his pain was something else entirely. But you weren’t ready to address that. “I hate what I did to you, but I don’t regret it, because it worked. It made you stronger. And in this fucked up world, only the strong make it out alive. So yes, Y/n… I did it for you.”

You felt you heart pounding in your chest. This was either the most fucked up or romantic thing you had ever heard, and you couldn’t figure out which one it was. Your hand came up to his that was still on your cheek. For a while you just stood there. Absorbing each other’s presence, then out of nowhere his lips cashed to yours.

Some animalistic instinct took over as you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer. He leaned over cupping your ass in hands and picking you up until your legs wrapped around his waist.

His lips pulled away from yours to start kissing down your neck nipping at your ear before returning to your lips. You squealed when his hand lightly slapped at your ass.

He made his way to the bathroom and sat your ass on the counter, his hands sliding up your thighs as he pulled back to look at you. “Law number thirteen?”

Part of you wanted to say no. You were still furious with him, but all your brain could think about was the orgasm you had just from riding his thigh. Your body was aching to be touched and from the look he was giving you, he was aching to touch you.

You slid your hand under his shirt and so lightly he almost didn’t hear it you muttered, “please.”

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Chapter 294 reactions

I have a message to every character in this arc so please, listen:

GO HOME.

It’s over. Everyone is injured and tired. Just. Go. Home.

At this point, I am ready to call an uber for the villains. That’s how tired I am.

Aizawa is being evacuated? When did that happen?

And if they can send doctors, ambulances and other, WHAT ABOUT SENDING THE ARMY TO END THAT FIGHT DEFINITELY?

HAHA, I TOLD ALL OF YOU THAT GRAN TORINO WAS ALIVE.

So, the explanation is that Manual and Rock Lock grabbed the injured and escaped brought them here.

I should probably judge them for not taking the kids with them and leaving them fighting against the villains but... Well, I am still going to judge them but I acknowledge that I wouldn’t want to grab Midoriya while he is in rage mode. He bites and everything.

So, Best Jeanist is saying that the anesthetic worked because of everyone who tired down Gigantomachia.

We are then shown Mount Lady who didn’t have a chance to beat Machia but hanged on to him and slowed him down like crazy, proving how much she has grown since chapter 1.

Midnight, who is the one in charge of the whole anesthetic plan and who asked for the help of 1-A.

Endeavor, who stood there, not moving for ten whole minutes, punched Gigantomachia, and promptly passed out. Yes, I am going to roast him for it.

And Izuku...

Izuku?

What did he do against Gigantomachia to be put on the list?

Now, since I am apparently a very optimistic individual, I am still going to cling to the idea that the “This feeling again!” thing Izuku had last chapter right before Machia lost his strength is the Fourth’s quirk doing something (Lifedrainingquirklifedrainingquirklifedrainingquirklifedrainingquirk) and I need more Izuku to verify my hypothesis but that’s his only appearance in the whole chapter. 

Kudos to IIda for saying this mouthful every time he talks to Bakugou.

You know it’s serious when Bakugou of all people can’t talk.

Nejire, please, don’t be like that. I need at least one of you to have some self-preservation instinct.

I see that the translators are having fun again.

But that’s the thing: none of you have dreams. You have no idea of what you’re doing. You’re just attacking kids and causing destruction.

Dabi is the only one who has something close to a dream and it’s pretty much burning himself alive while murdering his brother just to emotionally break his dad. Even you must see the problem with that. 

Best Jeanist is DONE. You’re all going to sleep. 

We are getting closer to reality but I have seen the spoilers and I think someone is annoyed that he is getting upstaged.

That. Was. Not. Necessary.

That man gave an arm and half a butt for the League. When will it end?

See, all the people who wants Izuku to lose an arm to learn about consequences? Horikoshi just proved that it does absolutely NOTHING to curb self-destructive tendencies.

Compress: “I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING IN THIS FAMILY.”

Escape and deception are your only strengths? My dude, you can bisect anything and anyone with your quirk. Stop underestimating himself. You’re the new Kurogiri: if you’re not there, the League will either get arrested or will go back to dumpster diving.

Okay, that’s actually interesting and the reason number 346 why I need a spin-off about the Dawn of Quirks.

I am now wondering if Oji Harima knew All for One.

Did he have a laugh when he saw Compress in the League?

1. People need to stop being mean to Shouto. 

I also adore how we can’t see how injured he is, so I guess I will have to wait five more chapters to stop freaking out about it.

2. Dabi, as the ultimate theater kid, is unable to motivate himself unless he has a public.

3. DABI, COME ON. THIS MAN SACRIFICED HALF OF HIS ASS TO RESCUE THE LEAGUE. CAN YOU GET ON WITH THE PROGRAM???

I need to know about this rectification. I need an entire chapter about it.

This is the whole problem about it. This is an incomplete reveal, rushed and you know there is so much more to discover about it but Compress is going through this because he doesn’t think he will survive. The most mysterious character in the LoV is revealing one of his secrets because he doesn’t want to be forgotten after today.

He wants to matter.

...

EXCUSE ME SIR BUT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE OLD? AND NOT TO LOOK LIKE THIS???

WHAT KIND OF GENES DID YOU INTRODUCE INTO THE FAMILY WHEN YOUR ANCESTOR LOOKED LIKE THAT?

Horikoshi, filthy liar that he is: “I can’t draw hot characters.”

Us: “BULLSHIT.”

Poor Compress, it’s so sad he will never know that he sent about half of the fandom in simping hell.

Also, he is missing not only half of his butt but some details like ribs and part of his lungs. And his shirt, I don’t know what happened to it, but I don’t care. It’s been a long arc and that’s the only victim I will accept.

I know that everyone in-universe is convinced that this is a fatal injury... but so many characters survived a wound at this same place, so I am not really worried for him. (All Might, Best Jeanist, Endeavor, and so on in case you’re wondering.)

And by that, I mean that Compress is too pretty to die.

I also appreciate how Compress expects Shigaraki to wake up and end the fight, as if the guy hasn’t been napping for the five last chapters. He is done. He didn’t wait for his uber. Stop counting on him.

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lov: adoption!au headcanons

mtha thots: it’s a quirkless au (for now) where you adopt the lov when theyre children. kurogiri may or may not be a possible love interest. i’m not sure yet, but that’s not the point. it’s a rough outline of some fluffy stuff and these might not be coherent but i’ve fallen into the suken place and there’s no getting out. also no beta, we die like hot girls

warnings: none

when you first met tenko on the sidewalk, you didn’t know this frightened and anrgy little boy would turn into the most precious thing in your life

he had been on the street for nearly the entire day and you were the first to reach out to him with tenderness in your eyes

he latched onto you and cried his little heart out 

and you knew you right then, you couldn’t let this boy go

despite the intial trust, it was a difficult adjustment for you and tenko 

his past was a horror story and it would take patience, love, and A LOT of therapy to heal from it, but you never lost hope

but with each soft touch, warm smile, and patient gaze, he grew more relaxed in you presence

when things get better, tenko brightens into this hopeful and giving young boy who wants to help everyone!

he’s also upfront about his thoughts now (bc he feels safe enough to speak his truth) and it shows when you tell him it’s time to put cocoa butter on his skin so it won’t dry up 

he’ll stomp around for a second and say, “but i dont wanna!”

but just give him “the look” and he’ll drag his feet over to you 

bc yeah youre nice but he knows better than to push it

besides, tenko secretly loves it anyways bc then he feels all warm and soft and you always give him the biggest hugs afterwards so it’s worth it

the first time he called you mama/papa/baba was when he crawled into your bed after a nightmare 

before he fell back asleep he whispered, “i love you, ___”

you held him tight and cried the entire night 

time goes by and tenko starts going to school 

it’s also a difficult adjustment bc he’s a little shy around new people 

you figure taking him out to the park for ice cream and to play with other children would help

you turn around for TWO seconds to pay for it and this boy is gone

you all but panic until he reappears with another kid in hand 

tenko doesnt let you get a word in before he goes, “mama/papa/baba, this is dabi. he’s 10 and he hates his dad too! can we take him home?”

that’s when you learn that your son had a knack for picking up stray children

and in the end, you end up adopting them bc, well, you fall in love w dabi, then toga, and spinner

just as you did tenko

and a couple of years pass and somehow, you’ve winded up with a quartet of children in your apartment who you’d die for 

they all come with their separate issues, quirks, and baggage, but their hearts shine brighter with each day 

dabi is a tsundere that scares off bullies and totally DOES NOT like it when you kiss his forehead

toga is basically attached to your hip, like she doesnt walk 40% of the time when youre around 

spinner creates huge houses and sculptures on minecraft dedicated in your name and gets super flustered when you make a bg deal out of it even tho he likes it hehe

tenko tries to be “all grown up” around you but aboslutely melts when you hold him and rake your fingers through his hair 

it’s all nice but you’ll admit, it’s tough

between working, taking care of them, and holding up the house, you barely sleep

there was one time you came home from work and just collapsed on the couch, 100% knocked out 

you wake up the next morning, horrified that you slept for that long

however, you’re delighted to find a blanket over you, a bowl of soup on the table, and all four of your children hapazardly curled up on your chest and legs, fast asleep

you nearly pass out from how cute it was!

somehow someway, the lov (in this au called the league of outcasts lmao) find themselves together

their always over having sleepovers, playing video games, or just gossiping about lame adults 

one day, when kurogiri drops off sako, magne, and jin, they see a small blush form on his usually stoic face

and all hell breaks loose

they come up with an ingenous plan to get you two together so they can actually be a real family

im not sure about the details but it’s a lot of “coincidental” meetings 

tenko, spinner and jin bring him up a lot to you

magne, toga, and sako try and give kurogiri hints about what you like

dabi “accidentally” tripped you into his arms once 

it’s a whole mess

but it might be working???

who knows 

but regardless, you all have found solace in one another when at one point, it didn’t seem like you ever would 

it came with it’s trials and tribulations but finding tenko was the best thing that couldve happened to you

it led you to your new family

and guess what? they all feel the same way about you