#it makes me wonder if anyone has ever taken care of Touya in this way

[brwnskin-bunnyteeth]

CRYING

what do you mean no one found him??? he was fighting a villian?? and no one thought to check up on him??? 😭😭

that’s so sad tho, like what do you mean your quirk will just “incinerate (you) into nothing” ???? makes me so sad like yeah…this is what would’ve happened if touya had stayed.

he’s so nonchalant about it, his self destruction has only gotten worse under the tutelage of Endeavor. Endeavor doesn’t have the hindsight of his eldest child “dying” to be even remotely concerned or aware of the limits of his children’s abilities.

and even worse then, as a hero the pressure to be #1 or to have worth would be tenfold compared to that as a villain. at least Dabi gets to acknowledge that his upbringing was abusive. Dabi gets time away from Endeavor, he’s not under his dad’s thumb. Dabi has growth, but Touya would remain stagnant.

and ya know what? he’s right for saying that we wouldn’t get it. GOD IT HURTS.

you find pro-hero touya naked on the sidewalk.

face down, ass up, and completely unmoving; it's a little after 5 in the morning, which is maybe why no one has found him or offered him any clothes. or finished him off.

it's nearly december, but all the ice around him has melted into a slick and dangerous sludge, and snowflakes are sizzling when they make contact with his back. skin a tender pink and baby-smooth; another reason you know he's still alive, aside from all the heat he's generating on such a frozen morning.

"hey," you nudge him lightly with the toe of your boot until he grunts and begins to stir. "i don't know how your quirk works, but laying in the cold like this can't be good for you."

some kind of nonsense noise fumbles out of his mouth as he squints up at you, frown etched so deep that it looks like it hurts. it almost feels like he's mega-wasted and is burning off a hangover, but you squat next to him and don't smell alcohol or weed or vomit or even nicotine. just ash, as the early morning wind stings the inside of your nose.

"c'mon man," you scoff when he turns his back to you, like a teenager not ready to get out of bed. "don't make me leave you out here."

pro-hero touya has tattoos everywhere — or at least in his most visible spots, with his costume. piercings, you're not so sure about; the last time you saw his face up close on a big screen, he might have had a vertical bar through his lip and several in his ears, but you vaguely remember a tabloid article about him almost getting his mouth ripped off during a high-speed chase. you know there's something though, a bunch of metal in his face and head.

this touya has nothing. none of it; born fresh right here, in the muck and the ice.

of course the first thing you think is: clone-touya.

some evil ne'er-do-well has obtained pieces of his dna and is trying to create a super weapon to destroy the city, and in a cruel twist of fate, you get to be the one that finds him. responsible, suddenly, for the could-be end of the world. least you can do is offer him your coat.

you try again at nudging him, with the side of your foot this time so as to put more weight into it, and, surprisingly, he complies rather easily, rolling completely over until he's flat on his back. exposed and bare to the elements.

"whoa," you mutter, eyes shooting up to the windows of the department store he's in front of. trying, at least, to offer him the small courtesy. "you're gonna get a public indecency charge at this point."

this is not the first time you've seen pro-hero touya's dick against your will; two years ago, some sex tape he made leaked and your co-worker was so excited to have it in her possession that it had been shoved into your face, sound and all, in the middle of your shift. there had been metal there, too, but this clone-touya is brand spanking new.

only one of his eyes is cracked open, a thin sliver of his icy blues peeking at you through a veil of snow-heavy lashes. something about him sprawled out on the concrete like a sloppy angel makes your heart squeeze, even if you don't particularly care much for him or his heroics.

"alright," you sigh, shrugging out of your coat to drape over his hips. "don't move, i guess."

it's lucky that he's half-alive right outside your job; in the following twenty minutes, you use your key to get back into the building and pick out a simple set of clothes from the men's section that you'll deduct from your paycheck later. when you come out of the back to find him again, he's at least pushed himself up into a sitting position and is coming to against the wall. in his lap, your fluffy jacket is damp and soggy and drooping and now useless.

if someone would have ever told you that one day you'd be here, helping to dress pro-hero touya like a toddler out of the bath, you — don't know what you would have said. laughed, maybe, eyebrows raised, totally lost. you feel much the same now.

a creeping unease has started at the base of your spine at his silence. finally dressed, he simply watches you, hazy, with half-lidded eyes, and you don't know what you're expecting from someone like him, but the cold shoulder is not it. it sucks that he's actually handsome because you didn't think you were the type of person to get caught up in him, but — all his features are sharp, like they've been carved by careful hands.

shorter in person, and, funny enough, that gives you the confidence to poke him in the cheek, like a brat.

"you okay in there?"

pro-hero touya doesn't retaliate to your impishness — which furthers your concern — only swallows and smacks his lips, squinting into the coming day as it dawns.

you take that as a no.

when you loop your arm through his, he lets you, and offers no objection to being led down the sidewalk. he's — warm, which you knew, but winter is sinking through your thin sweater and the plethora of heat rolling off him nearly has you purring. easy to sink in to, to your surprise, more than pliable in this fugue state.

there's a breakfast place not far from the department store and you think maybe he just needs to eat, or something. drink some water. you've been up since late last night with inventory and the thought of a fat stack of syrupy, buttermilk pancakes is motivation enough to hurry him along.

this early, there are very few people out to gawk at him on the street and you're glad for it, because you don't know how you'd explain this to your coworker if you were to end up in some tabloid. the most attention he garners is when you wrench open the doors to the cafe, and even then, the overtired, middle-aged woman just chews her gum and gestures to a table at the back.

when she brings water, you order a breakfast plate for him and yourself, and the first thing clone-touya says to you, after she's gone, is:

"i don't like pork."

you try not to make a big deal about him finally joining you in the physical world, settling for a shrug. "then don't eat it."

he snorts, still a little disjointed as he stares at the fading pattern of your table. you watch him take it all in: the salt and pepper shakers, the napkin container, the dead flies in the window pane, his tall, sweating glass.

all at once, he drinks it down so fast that some of it slips from the corners of his lips and down his chin, and when he wipes a limp hand across his mouth, you just scoot your glass across to him. and he does it all over again.

despite the weather, he wets a hand to run over his face. "what day is it?"

"thursday."

for some reason, he laughs once. huffy and short, scratchy. with a shake of his head, he turns towards the window, leaning into it like he needs to remember where he's at.

you don't think he is, but you still ask: "y'okay?"

his eyes cut to you, alive, and he considers you for a long moment. "you know who i am?"

you shrug, unable to tell if he's asking because he doesn't know, or if this is some kind of intimidation tactic. "think so." and then when he doesn't respond immediately, you tack on: "don't look right, though."

it makes him laugh, sharp and sudden. "yeah, right?" he shoves up his sleeves to trace the bare skin of his arms, rubbing his thumb over his wrist before making crescents with his nails. clone-touya goes silent again, and he doesn't look up until the food arrives.

before he can complain, you snatch the pork sausage off his plate and the quick action brings him back to the physical world again. back to the table and back to you.

he smiles like a ghost, mouth haunted on the pale, untouched skin of his face. "i have to work really hard at keeping my temperature regulated, or else my quirk will just—" he shrugs before downing another glass of water. when he finishes, he wipes a hand over his mouth, sloppy, and then takes an over-large bite of his pancakes. "eat me up."

you — don't really know what to say. this isn't a conversation topic you ever expected to have with him, not that you ever could have expected one to begin with, but you think he might just be — talking. to you, sure, but not to be polite.

"and if i just keep going and going and going," he speaks with food in his cheeks, and you're a little surprised at how bad his table manners are. but maybe he's just really hungry. "it'll just incinerate me into nothing."

so casually he says it, eyes far out the window, trained on the day as it wakes. you want to say that your clone theory is really coming together — how could he know all that, if he didn't actually incinerate himself into nothing? — but you take in his inkless arms and unpunctured nose and your stomach twists.

"so...then what?" when you speak up, his eyes cut across the table again, expression unchanged. his answer is a lazy gesture to himself with his fork. "you just...come back?"

"good news is," he laughs, insincere, "if i get a tattoo and hate it, i can just start all over again."

you don't know how to feel about that — well, you do, but you think your pity will only annoy him, so you say, "sounds like a waste of money."

clone-touya shrugs and you can see the food get caught in his throat, too large of a bite that has him stealing your water again. "got enough of it."

“your time, then?”

he doesn’t bother to look at you, as he shake his head; it feels rude, like some sort of dismissal. “what’s that fuckin’ matter?”

“okay,” you grit your teeth as he chews on your ice, and try to remember your own manners. maybe he’s grouchy because he just woke up from some kind of ash-nap. “what are you gaining from it?”

and that — has his jaw stilling, nostrils flaring as he finally, finally takes you in. whatever he finds in your face isn’t enough, and you’re reminded, again, that you really aren’t a big fan of this guy. he leans close as he whispers, “you wouldn’t get it.”

and you lean in just as close. “so explain it to me then.”

against the nearly empty plate, his cutlery sings when he drops it, suddenly. with food still stuffed into one side of his cheeks, he sits back in the booth and crosses his arms. childishly, you feel like you’ve won something, and your smile makes his eyes narrow.

“and who are you, anyway? some civilian?” clone-touya — or real, angry touya; you’re not sure anymore — doesn’t bother to keep his voice down, not even when the only other table in the cafe turns to look at him. “y’wanna know what it’s like to be daddy’s prized possession? fine. how much time you got?”

you shrug, crossing your arms as you lean into the table. hugging yourself, making yourself warm against the frost outside, and in his eyes. “what’s that matter?”

[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.

[palbabor-writes]

Adhesion

Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT/18+ only, unbalanced/unhealthy relationships, TA/student dynamics, tw.mild drug use, tw.bribery, tw.recording without consent, tw.dubcon, brat taming, fingering, cucking 

Words: 8,915

You can feel his gaze; can tell he’s watching you from hooded eyelids and you do your best to resist his pull, not wanting to be drawn in by that eerie blue of his eyes. It’s not that you don’t like his eyes; no, if anything, you like them a little too much. They’re a beautiful shade of shifting cerulean and possibly the only positive thing about the man. 

“You sound upset, babe,” he taunts, taking another drag on his silver vape.

“I’ve told you a hundred times, don’t call me that. And me? Upset? You’re a real Sherlock, you know? What fucking gave that away? Oh, maybe the fact that I pay this university good money for these classes and I could actually use some support. But what do I get instead? A lazy TA who can’t be bothered to do anything more than the bare minimum. It’s a goddamn miracle I’m passing, and it’s certainly no thanks to you,” you snarl, twisting back to your work, ignoring the sound of his chair, gliding ever closer.

Notes: i bribed @libiraki and this fic is my part of the bargain. you heard it here folks, full stop, i am trash. 

this story falls under the University AU that i’m working on: Licentia Docendi - the first fic is Practicum & is all about Professor Shigaraki. For Adhesion, Dabi is a TA: Teacher’s Assistant in a college chemistry class. 

my reward for completing this is User 433 by libiraki. go read it, it’s killer & i’m so fucking pleased my nefarious deeds have paid off.     

Adhesion ad·he·sion /ədˈhēZH(ə)n/ noun the molecular force of attraction in the area of contact between two unlike bodies that acts to hold them together

What time did he say this was supposed to start at? There’s no way you’re late. Did he tell you the wrong room number? You paw into your low slung backpack and wiggle out the [Teacher’s Assistant (TA) handout for Organic Chemistry II]. Nope, you’re not in the wrong room, so it looks like he’s the one who’s late. 

Not too surprising, judging from his appearance. 

You’d only caught a glimpse of him that morning. He’d sauntered to the front of class when the professor had finished with the preliminaries of the syllabus and introduced the lanky man with inky black hair and some of the scruffiest clothes you’d ever seen, as nothing other than, DABI. No last name, no other credentials, just a simple, ah, here’s the TA for this class; he’ll give you a handout on meeting times and be sure to follow his lead with the labs. This Dabi fellow hadn’t even grunted out a hello. He’d merely waited, hands tucked firmly into his jacket pockets, and dropped down from the raised platform once the professor finished his brief introduction. 

You tend to avoid the TA sessions. They’re usually just reviews and endless reminders on the readings, and study prep has never been a weak spot for you, but this semester is different. You’re a junior and you’ve got to push through six classes this term if you want to graduate on time. You haven’t slacked off, haven’t taken less than a full course load. No, it’s just bad luck that they only offered organic chemistry during the Fall term this year.

Thanks to the addition of Organic Chemistry, now all of your classes are heavy sciences. Ick. Well, it’s the price you’ll have to pay for your pharmaceutical degree. It’s not that you don’t like the classes. Honestly, they’re fascinating, chock full of information and techniques that you love to dive into. Nah, it’s not the material of the classes themselves, but the course load and labs that’ll be your downfall if you don’t keep pace. 

So, here you are, waiting in an empty room in the library’s basement for the errant TA of organic chemistry to show. You’re a little shocked that no one else has come to this session. Maybe they’ll try for the other times, or they might be under the blissful impression that they can score the ‘A’ with no outside help. Who knows? 

You’re twiddling with your phone and debating leaving when the study hall door opens. His dark hair is the first thing you notice. It gleams in the bright light of the fluorescents, and you’re distracted by the sheen. It’s almost a little too black. 

It’s not that it doesn’t fit him. If anything, it makes the angled features of his face and neck stand out and draws your eyes to his pale patches of skin. They’re patches because his collarbone and lower neckline are wrapped with spiraling whorls of tattoos; they’re everywhere. How had you missed that? Was his jacket zipped up when he stood in front of the class?

“What’s up?” he calls out, tilting his chin at your wide eyes. He pauses beside the table you’re sitting at and regards you frankly. His eyes are half hidden by his fringed mop of hair, but you can see that they’re a vibrant blue. It’s a haunting color, almost otherworldly. You don’t particularly like the coldness that’s reflected at you, so you focus on the rest of his face instead. He’s got a few nostril piercings, three little studs that shine out when he wrinkles his nose at your bewildered expression. 

“You hard of hearing or something?” Dabi scolds, crossing his arms and glaring down at you. You shake your head and loosen your heavy tongue, finally pulling your gaze away from him. 

“I-I’m here for the TA session.”

“No fucking way!” he mocks, a barked laugh escaping his quirked lips. “Alright captain obvious, let’s get you set up so I can go about my day. Sign this and I’ll give you the power point slides for this week.”

He yanks his backpack forward and tosses a few mismatched papers your way. One is so badly crumpled you have to iron it out with your arm, ignoring the slight stick that clings to one side. Ah, it’s a sign-up sheet. But, hang on, isn’t he supposed to poll the class on these meeting times? He can’t just pick the times himself, can he? You’ve never seen that before. What’s going on?

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to ask which time works best for us before you set the schedule?” you question, sliding the paper back to him. 

His long fingers catch the sheet before it can tumble off of the narrow table and he gives you a wolfish smirk. “Ah, you’re gonna be one of those,” he grumbles, pulling back one chair and flopping into it, splaying his long legs out in front of him. 

“Tch, what do you mean by, ‘one of those?’ I’m not some green freshman, I’ve been to TA meetings before. You ask us for the times.”

“Hmph, okay. Let’s put it this way then, you’re here now, right?”

“Yeah. I–”

“So it’s fair for me to assume that you can make this time?”

“I can today, but what if it’s a one-time thing? What if I have another class or a job?”

“Do you?” his voice drops as he lingers on that ultimate word, lacing his fingers together and leaning forward, blue eyes watching you closely. 

“N-no, I don’t personally have any objections to this time. But what if others–”

“Others?” he scoffs. “I’m sorry, do you see anyone else in here? We’ve been talking, what, five minutes? And I was, eh, almost fifteen minutes late? That sound right? Hate to say it, but I think it’s just gonna be me and you babe.” 

“Ew. Don’t call me that! It’s (F/N)(L/N). Gross, who does that? Babe? You don’t even know me,” you sputter, leaning away from his hunched gaze, earning yourself another clipped chuckle. 

“Ooh, so sensitive! Alright, miss. “I’m not a freshman,” if there are no more objections from the peanut gallery, go ahead and sign this so I can conclude this session. Don’t particularly like chatting with you either, since you’re taking years off my life with these pointless questions.”

“Yeah, well, you’re a dick,” you bristle, crossing your arms and glowering down at the crinkled sign-up sheet that Dabi’s pushed back toward you. 

“Damn, we’re already talking about my dick! I usually reserve that kinda thing for the third week, but I’ll let it slide. Now, be a good little girl and sign that paper for me.”

A month in this whole TA arrangement hasn’t gotten any easier. 

Half of the time Dabi doesn’t even show up, opting to text you the notes and study guides, waving you off with some vague excuse, or promise to make it up next time. The days he appears for the session, he’s always late and glumly sits beside you in the vacant study hall, tinkering with his phone and doing his best to avoid any kind of work. 

But today? Today takes the cake. 

He’s got his booted feet on the table and is taking quiet hits on his vape pen, exhaling long breaths of clear steam into the study hall. “Dabi,” you hiss across the room, aghast at his cavalier attitude. “You’re not supposed to smoke in here! Wait. Oh, my god! Is that weed?”

“Shhh, Jesus. Keep your voice down, mom,” Dabi sneers, puffing a wisp of smoke your way. “Why don’t you try focusing on your work, huh? You’ve got twelve more molecules to stabilize and your functional groups are a mess; you don’t have time to worry about me. Come on, chop, chop. I’ve got places to be.”

“Ugh. Places to be. What a load of bullshit. You know what? I wonder what might help me speed things up? Oh! I know! What if you did your job instead of getting stoned out of your mind?”

Dabi swivels around in his rolling chair, lowering his legs from the table and cocking a dark eyebrow at you. He’s foregone his tattered jacket today, and the sleeves of tattoos that lace up the chorded muscles of his arms are on full display. He’s done that on purpose, the bastard; likely noticed that you like to stare at them, your eyes engrossed by the shadings and designs. Not your fault you like some of the artwork. You’re not looking at him, not admiring any kind of twist or pull of his forearms. Not thinking about how nice they look when he wears a low cut shirt, or rolls up his sleeves. Nope, you promise yourself, careful to keep your eyes down and on your notes, it’s not that.  

You can feel his gaze; can tell he’s watching you from hooded eyelids and you do your best to resist his pull, not wanting to be drawn in by that eerie blue of his eyes. It’s not that you don’t like his eyes; no, if anything, you like them a little too much. They’re a beautiful shade of shifting cerulean and possibly the only positive thing about the man. 

“You sound upset, babe,” he taunts, taking another drag on his silver vape.

“I’ve told you a hundred times, don’t call me that. And me? Upset? You’re a real Sherlock, you know? What fucking gave that away? Oh, maybe the fact that I pay this university good money for these classes and I could actually use some support. But what do I get instead? A lazy TA who can’t be bothered to do anything more than the bare minimum. It’s a goddamn miracle I’m passing, and it’s certainly no thanks to you,” you snarl, twisting back to your work, ignoring the sound of his chair, gliding ever closer.

“Such a fucking sour puss. I bet you’d look a lot prettier if you’d wipe that scowl off your face every once in a while. Lemme see what you’ve got,” Dabi snorts, sauntering out of his chair and bending over your work. 

His tattooed arm braces itself beside your shoulder and the exposed skin brushes against you, making you unconsciously scoot awkwardly to one side.

“Don’t get so close,” you chastise, doing your best to ignore the pull of his cologne. It’s got a hint of patchouli and oranges, and it mixes so well with the cloying sweetness of his lingering vape smoke that it makes your head swim.

What’s he doing? This… well, it’s not like him. He never “checks” your answers, he usually just tells you to submit it to his email and he’ll get back to you later, which he never does. You don’t like this. Nope, not one fucking bit.

He takes his time studying your work, one long finger etching its way across your scribblings. His skin is warm; almost too warm. The heat of it against your clothed side makes you shiver and you duck your head at your unbidden reaction, balling your hands into fists and scrunching them against your tense thighs.

When he finally replies, he dips his head close to your ear, keeping his voice low and steady. “Not bad, (L/N). Nice to see you have some capacity for development after all.”

“What the hell does that mean?” you huff, whipping your head to his.

Oh, that’s right; he’s close.

The lazy smirk he gives you stretch his lips over his teeth and his eyes fall to a half mast as he leans closer, ghosting his breath over your face. “It means, you did a good job, babe. I’m impressed.”

You must be gaping at him; there’s no way that you’re not, but you can’t fucking think, not when he’s so close. If he wanted to, he could close that gap and he’d be against you. His lips look nice from here, smooth and pink, and you suddenly have a wild urge to see what he tastes like. Heart pounding, you feel yourself tilting your chin upwards, your lips parted, tongue dancing across the open plushness, dampening them, waiting, hoping that he’ll just…

“Practice your Lewis structures. Some of those compounds look fucking ridiculous,” Dabi replies, pushing himself off of the table and peering down at you, eyes gleaming with poorly concealed mirth. “But, you’re on the right track. Finish this shit up. Gotta go.”

“W-what?” you sputter, trying to quiet your pounding heart and steady yourself, upended by his short-lived…seduction? What exactly was that?

“Already told you, got some place to be. Send me the screenshots, if you wanna’, but I’m prolly’ not gonna look at them until after the weekend. Well, see ya’ around, (L/N).” And, with a last wave, he snatches up his backpack and saunters out the double doors, leaving you alone.

“So what are you thinking? Just go up to the dean’s office and ask to file a report against him?” your boyfriend questions, his voice hazy and distant through the filter of your earbuds. You’d called him a few minutes ago, once you had a good signal and filled him in on, well, most of the details. 

After Dabi left, you’d gathered up your things and paced the floors of the library, debating your next move. He’s not doing his job. That much is a fucking given. You’d even talked with a few of the other students in your class the other day and they all said the same thing: He’s lazy and he can’t be bothered to help. Apparently, you’re the only student who had one on one sessions with him, but the group meetups sound worse. They told you he usually just opened the textbook and asked them to copy down definitions, and those were the days when he showed up for the meetings.   

“Yeah, and today he really outdid himself. The jerk basically… well… he’s not doing his job,” you flounder at the omission of Dabi coming onto you. If you’re honest with yourself, he hadn’t really done much, and you’d been the one who was surging forward, suddenly tempted by his closeness, his scent, and those rippling sets of tattoos and bright blue eyes. No. Stop it. It’s the last straw, you remind yourself, shaking your head and refocusing on the familiar tone of your boyfriend’s voice.

“I’m sick of it. Midterms are coming, and I’m not about to let him hold the fate of my GPA in his stupid hands.”

“Go get em,’ love! You’re totally right, you’ve worked so hard and you shouldn’t have to put up with some middle-aged asshole’s antics. It’s been a crazy week for you, so dinner’s on me tonight. Wherever you wanna’ go, name the place and I’ll make sure we get a smile back on your face!”

That… that’s so like your boyfriend. He’s always so sweet and caring. Always looking out for you, ready to pick you back up and dust you off each time you feel you’ve fallen short. He’s perfect. He’s all you want, all you need… right?

Goddamn it, you think after you hang up your phone and hop on the elevator that will whisk you up to the dean’s offices, you’d almost kissed your TA. Here’s your boyfriend, being the most supportive and loving thing in the entire world and all you can think about is how fucking good Dabi’s cologne had smelt has he leaned over you. Some partner you are. 

The dean’s office is emptier than you expected. There’s a single secretary, who is sitting behind a low desk, twirling a dark lock of hair and skimming over the pages of a magazine. She looks up when you clear your throat and a practiced smile lifts her lips. 

“Hey there! How can I help you?”

“I uh, need to file a complaint against someone in the College of Sciences,” you explain, dropping your heavy backpack from your shoulders and scratching at the back of your head balefully. You’re likely not the first one to file a grievance against the Dabi, so why are you suddenly bothered by the idea? It’s not going to get better. Just remember all the shitty, half-baked sessions he’s made you sit through (Y/N) and get this over with. 

“Oh! I’m sorry to hear that! Let me grab you the registry of TA’s and adjunct professors,” the secretary chirps, pushing her rolling chair across the wooden floors to snatch at a heavy binder on a shelf. 

“I can, um, just tell you his name. If that makes it any easier,” you quietly reply, one foot tapping agitatedly against the other. What is this uneasy feeling that keeps zinging through your mind? It’s going to be an anonymous complaint. It’s not like he’ll ever see it. He likely won’t even know it’s you. Some of the other students had discussed the idea. He could think it’s one of them, not you.  

“No, no,” the secretary replies, sliding the binder across the glass counter of the desk. “It’s no trouble at all! Just search for their name and fill out all the particulars on the university system. Doing our best to reduce waste! Gotta keep that paper trail down! We’ve got a little kiosk outside, close to the elevators. It’ll help you with all the details, just click on the form and it will file it into our online system. The dean’s office closes in fifteen minutes, so be sure to bring the binder back as soon as you’re done!” 

“Uh, ok,” you mumble, hefting the thick book into your hands. “Do you want me to take it with me, or just look it up here?”

“You can take it out there! It’s sorted by department, for ease of use, so it shouldn’t take you long to find them.” 

Great. 

You lug the binder to one of the many empty tables outside the sliding doors of the office. Slipping your backpack into a vacant chair, you flip through the lists and sections. Chemistry, chemistry… ah! Okay, you’re in the right section. Now to find Dabi, should be easy enough.

Yeah, no. There’s no one in here listed as “Dabi.” What the hell is this? Some kind of elaborate scheme? Is he just a random student who’s fronting as a TA? It would explain some of his general disinterest, but he knows more about molecular chemistry than anyone you’ve ever met, and that skill isn’t exactly a common parlor trick. 

Oh? My secret talent? Well, I can tell you about isotopic labeling and the exact timing of the reaction speeds! Wanna hear more? 

No. No one does. Plus, the professor had introduced him to the class on the first day. He knew him and Dabi’s not exactly inconspicuous. There’s gotta be something you’re missing. 

You close the heavy book and make your way back into the office, fingernails tapping out a disjointed pattern against the plastic of the binder. “Hey, um, sorry to bother,” you begin, tilting your head and biting your lip at the secretary’s beaming face.

“No bother! Did you find them? Everything work okay in the system?”

“No. I, uh, couldn’t find their name? He said his name was Dabi, never gave us a last name so, um, that’s all I have to go on,” you explain, placing the binder back on her desk and praying she’ll give you some kind of explanation.

“Ooh! Dabi! Sorry about that, he’s a special case, since he goes by his nickname. He’s under the adjunct section. I believe his last name is Todoroki,” she twists the book toward herself and flips through the pages at an alarming rate, eyes skimming over the names. 

“Here he is! Touya Todoroki! They don’t put nicknames, or preferred names, since it’s an official listing. He’s a brilliant man and one of our brightest junior professors. I know the university is hoping to snap him up this coming semester, get him on track for a tenured position. 

He’s a little unconventional, but he’s a super nice guy and… oh! Wait a minute, you wanted to file a complaint against him, right? I’m so sorry, here I am, running my mouth! You want a pen and paper? So you can jot his university number and info down? Lets me keep the book in here. Four minutes to closing after all, might as well save you the trip back.” She whips out the procured sheet of blank printer paper and a university stamped pen, holding them both toward you, a friendly smile still crinkling her eyes.

“Thanks,” you sigh, a little bewildered by her chatter. From the sound of it, Dabi’s got some university backing and is a ‘nice guy’. Coulda’ fooled you. Doesn’t matter, you think, crossing the t’s of his first and last name; he’s likely just skimming by on the promise of tenure, and the sooner the school knows about his lackadaisical attitude, the better. 

You’re typing in Todoroki, Touya when the secretary closes up the office of the dean, flicking off the lights and waving a goodbye to your tensed expression. A few minutes later, the elevator swallows her up and the only sound that fills the empty space is the clacking of the keys as you finish typing out your complaint. 

Alright. Got most of the minor points out of the way. 

Inattentive to the lessons, frequent absences, missing materials, smoking in the library; you’ll leave out the mention of weed, it’s not like you can claim innocence on that charge yourself and you’re not looking to have the guy arrested, just stripped of his TA status. You could mention the near kiss, but it feels too vague, and it’s not like he made a move on you. No, all that shifting forward rests squarely on your own shoulders. Damn it, stop thinking about that! You’ve got a boyfriend, someone who loves you, who’s going to take you to dinner! Hit complete and get the fuck outta’ here, before someone–

“Whatcha’ doing?”

His voice makes you jump half a foot into the air, your right knee contacting the protruding keyboard of the university kiosk. “Fuck,” you hiss, twisting around and hunching over at the bright spots of pain that flash across your vision as you rub your fingers over the hurt. The soft footfalls of his approach snap you out of your dazed reverie and your head snaps up, eyes widening at the sight of him.

He’s got a loose fitting white shirt on and you can see the coiling of his tattooed muscles under the thin fabric. His chin is lowered and his eyes are distant pinpricks of blue flame in the low lights. Booted feet take a few more steps toward you, but he pauses beside the table that your backpack is sitting on, hands sliding into his dark jeans, waiting for your response. You gulp back your nerves and lift your eyes to his, hoping some of your ire and defiance will shine through. “I’m putting something into the system,” you reply, your voice holding steady as you re-straighten your spine. 

“Can see that,” he counters, head tilting, dark hair falling to one side of his soft jawline. “Why are you doing it up here? This is the College of Science’s dean’s office. Most people don’t come up here to adjust their university login. So let me ask you again, whatcha’ doing, Ms. (L/N)?”

“Filing a complaint,” you snap, fingers curling into tight fists, shoulders rising and fall with your quickening breaths. That’s right, asshole, and it’s a complaint about you. How do you like that? Not much you can do about… about it now…. oh, shit. Fuck.  

You haven’t hit the enter key. 

The fucking e-document is just sitting there, unattended and completely vulnerable. He might not have seen that you haven’t sent it through and if you could just step a few feet to the right, then you can slip one finger against the keypad and hit that all important “enter.” 

You look up at him again, praying he won’t notice you scooting your shoes backwards, doing your best to keep him wholly focused on your face. “What did you expect?” you taunt, eyes narrowed, arms wrapping around your back, fingers unconsciously stretching out, feeling for the lift of the keyboard. “You’ve been shit. Midterms are in a week and half of the class says you’re not showing up for their sessions. Don’t look so shocked. This can’t possibly be your first run in with something like this? No wonder you go by that silly name, Dabi. What’s the matter? Upset that I know your actual name now?”

As you ramble on, his face has dropped all pretense of blank civility and now his entire body is hunching forward, shoulders curving, hands pulling free of his pockets and coiling outward, reaching, palms tilted upward. 

“So much fucking talk (Y/N). Looks to me like you forgot that last step. Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing,” he begins, a wicked grin twisting across his lips, not quite reaching the glare of his narrowed eyes. “Ah, babe. Why you gotta be this way? Make you a deal, huh? Walk away now and I’ll forget the whole thing. No repercussions, no questions asked. Never even saw you up here, scout’s honor.” 

The keyboard is close; you can hear the hum of the monitor, buzzing as it holds the screen with your complaint against Touya Todoroki steady, waiting for your inspection, for that final command. Dabi is close, his looming form heavy against your wide eyes, but it’s now or never. You’ve got to turn around, got to let the predatory lumber of your ill-appointed TA slip from your mind, you have to do this. It doesn’t matter what kinda promises he’ll make to you. That changes nothing, absolutely nothing. 

Now! Do it now!

You whirl around, hands shaking as they search for the right keystrokes, the right submission link. It feels like minutes have passed, not seconds. Even though you’ve pressed all the buttons and heard the computer chime, a sent message alert into the sudden, reverberating silence, you can’t take your eyes off the burning gleam of the screen. Not until that thank you pops up. 

He’s still behind you. You can hear his boots as they click across the wood. His movements have slowed, but he’s still advancing. It’s too late for you Dabi, you think, watching as the submission page fades to a pleasing orange, the school mascot waving a large “Thanks!” as it dances, close to the bottom of the page. You did it! There’s nothing he can do. Nothing that–

His powerful arm drapes across your stiffened shoulders, his wrist popped beside your face, fingers dangling lazily into the open air. “Ahhh,” he sighs, leaning over you, resting his head beside yours. You half turn your face to see him, aghast that he’s so close again, that he’s touching you, holding you in place with his weight. His muscled side presses against your back, leaning heavily into you as he gives you a rakish smirk. “Well, looks like we get to do this the hard way.”

“What the fuck? The hard way? What does–hey! HEY!” He’s stepped away from you, and that arm that was braced over your shoulders shifts to the back of your neck, ramming your face down into the keyboard, mashing out a random string of commands. Your nose stings from the impact and your eyes wince shut, protecting themselves from the threat of the black letters. 

“Warned you about sending that,” he replies, and you can hear the grin in his voice. He’s stroking a hand down your head, tangling his long fingers in your hair, pulling at the strands until you’re groaning in pain. “Now we have to do this another way. Gotta even the score, don’t we? Need to make sure you’ve got some kinda blemish on your record, too! I know that secretary filled you in on my upcoming tenure. No way she didn’t. She’s a fucking leaky faucet and I know you had to ask her about my name to fill out that complaint. No, no. We gotta fix this, babe.”

His voice has dropped into a terrifying lower octave, his words sharp, barbed, lancing into your mind like a showering of sticks and stones. He fucking sounds like he’s seconds away from losing his goddamn mind. The hand that’s wrapped around your hair is tugging against you in earnest, jerking your neck away from the threat of the keyboard, forcing you to look up at his leering face. The pupils of his eyes are blown, the black eating away at the shine of the blue until there’s almost nothing left. His teeth are bared in a grimace and his cheeks are pinched, making the silver of his piercings stand out against his flushed skin.

You do your best to gasp out another set of questions, but he’s yanking you back, holding you against his broad chest and wrapping those ink sleeved arms around you. They coil over your stomach and across your breasts, digging into the globes and heaving them under his forearms. His lips are tracing over your arched neck, teeth nipping against your bared pulse. 

“You always smell so good, babe. What are you wearing? Hmm?”

“W-what… get off me! You sick fuck! Why are you… ow… damn,” you whimper as he sucks a bruise into your skin, gnawing and pulling until you’re writhing in his arms. You keep attempting to slip away, to shift your feet forward, but that mouth of his won’t let up. Each time you shake yourself free from those quick pants and hums he’s dashing across your neckline, he moves to another spot, or his hands cup and squeeze at your heaving chest and shivering waist, distracting you. 

“Mmm, this is unexpected. Looks like you just might enjoy what’s about to happen,” Dabi teases, licking a wet line under your jaw. “Come on, let’s go somewhere a little more private, shall we?”

You exhale a shuddering breath and remain perfectly still, hoping your feigned submission will lull him. Thankfully, it works. He chuckles and spits something out about being a ‘good girl,’ but when he moves back, his arms unlacing from you, you stumble forward, one heel raised, cracking down over his booted feet with as much force as you can muster. 

Dabi hisses out a string of low curses, his body coiling over itself protectively. You do your best to squirm out of his grasp, but one of his broad hands reaches out for you, snatching at your leg and forcing you back to him. The sudden shift jolts you off your feet and you tumble to the wood, your palms skinning against the uneven surface. 

“Stop it!” you shout, kicking your feet, trying to dislodge his iron grip. 

“Kick me again and I’ll knock you out,” Dabi threatens, lowering himself to your level and jerking you underneath him, trapping you, bracing his knees on either side of your hips. 

“Fuck you,” you screech out, bucking upwards, trying to dislodge his weight.

“That’s the idea,” he croons, long fingers curling under your clenched chin, forcing you to look up at him. “Can’t say I didn’t warn you and stop acting like you don’t want me. You were practically salivating for me this afternoon. I bet you’re already wet. Let’s find out, hmmm?”

His other hand drifts to the clasp of your jeans, flicking past the barrier of your button and dipping his hand into your pants. His touch lingers around the elastic band of your panties, yanking and teasing at the seam as he works your zipper down. Unconsciously, your traitorous hips roll under him and he gives you a sharp grin, blue eyes blazing. “There you go, babe, just relax. Don’t worry, I’ll make it good for you,” he whispers, his voice catching as his touch slips downward, tapping across your curls and snagging against your slippery folds. “Maybe… ahhh… look at that,” he moans, a satisfied grin lifting those tempting lips of his. 

His middle finger brushes between your quivering flesh, gathering droplets of your arousal onto his finger pad. You choke back a staggered breath and your head flops weightlessly against the floor as you arch pitifully into his hand. One of his nails digs into your clit and faint stars pulse over your eyes. “S-stop it,” you stutter, unable to control the shiver that echoes up your spine.

“Tch,” Dabi scorns, adding the pressure of another finger. “Figures,” he continues, his mouth dropping into a pleased smile as you writhe under him. “I thought you liked being difficult. You’re so fucking cute when you’re mad, you know? So what happened to all that vigor, (Y/N)? Not gonna struggle anymore? I’m disappointed, I was hoping you’d keep it up.”

“You’re disgusting,” you snap, your fingers lifting from your side, grabbing the loose collar of his shirt and jerking him to your waiting lips. You can feel the lift of his grin, but he allows the caress, sharp nose digging into your upper cheek. This is wrong. So fucking wrong. But, if you have to endure it, it’s only fair you get a little bit of enjoyment out of this sick power play, so you nip at his lower lip, giving him soft presses and sharper pulls. Dabi, for all of his earlier barbs of prowess, is a bit taken aback by your sudden interest, his hands cupping at the back of your head, urging you on each time you maneuver away from his open-mouthed kisses. 

“You want to fuck me here? Right in front of the elevator?” you question breathlessly, fingers coiling into his dark hair, carding through the rough strands until he’s groaning above you. 

“Nah,” he pants, pulling away from your lips and leaning back. His fingers are still working their way against you, but it’s not enough friction and you wriggle under him, slipping him from your clit. “The fuck are you doing, babe? You gonna try and make a break for it again?” he laughs, pulling his hand from your pants and licking at the faint sweetness that you’ve left for him. 

“Why bother?” you reply, twisting your neck, your head dragging over the grains of the flooring. “You’re just going to catch me. I don’t know my way around this part of the building, so even if I got away, you’d only find me and I don’t really like being tossed around. Not good for me, you know? Why do you care? I thought you said you were gonna fuck me?”

“Oh, I am,” he assures you, one hand snagging under your chin, forcing your eyes to lock onto his. “Just wanted to know what changed.”

“Nothing,” you barb, tugging your chin free and fixing him with a pointed stare. “This whole thing means nothing. I’ve got a boyfriend, and he’s buying me dinner tonight, so, just get through this and I’m free to go, right?”

“A boyfriend,” Dabi muses, knees tightening around your hips. “Should we call him? I’d hate to think how he’d feel about all this. Knowing that his girl is letting her TA take advantage of her this way.” 

“Hmph,” you snort, arms bracing under you, pushing yourself upward, doing your utmost to level this shitty playing field he’s laid out for you. “Like you give a shit.”

“You’re right,” he affirms, hands snatching under your arms and pulling you out from under him. “I couldn’t care less.”

His office is small. 

You keep a sharp eye on the door, watching to see if he locks it. Fingers crossed, he’ll get himself off and that’ll be the end of this. But that tone he’d shifted into, when he’d told you that you’d need to fix this, to erase the complaint, to walk it back, that made your spine tingle and skin prickle. There’s something else, something he’s not telling you, he’s a smart guy, there’s no way it’s this simple. He’s paced behind his desk, fiddling with something in one drawer, his eyes lifting to observe you each time you shift on the couch he’d gestured for you to sit on.

“What are you doing?” you ask, your voice a dull monotone. You don’t care, you remind yourself, hands wrapping around your stomach. No matter how good he looks, or how skilled his fingers are, you don’t care (Y/N) and it’s pathetic that you have to keep reminding yourself of that.

“Just making sure everything is ready,” he answers, eyes flicking over you. “Take off your pants and shirt, but leave your bra and panties on.”

“Huh?” you question, shoulders tensing as you glare up at him. “Why?”

“Does it matter?” he responds, closing his desk drawer and stepping back to you, kicking his boots and socks off as he gets closer.

“I-I guess not, but I don’t understand why you–”

“Don’t worry, I’ll explain it all when I’m finished,” he reassures you, kneeling on the floor and propping an elbow against his tattered couch. “You can make a show of taking your clothes off, I won’t mind.” 

“You’re revolting,” you snarl, curling your fingers over the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric up. 

“Mmm,” Dabi agrees, one palm rising to run over your exposed skin. “Whatever you say.” 

“Ugh,” you grunt, popping your hips up and yanking your jeans down your long legs, not wanting to give him too much of a viewing as you pull them along your calves and onto the floor.

“Cute,” he murmurs, one finger racing along the lace of your panties, curving around your hip and onto the soft skin of your ass. “Oooh, did you wear these just for me?” he asks, cupping a broad hand under your soft skin and tugging it into his palm. “Love a girl in a thong,” he murmurs, fingers pressing and lifting into the plush flesh.

“Stop it,” you groan, lifting your hips up, depriving him of his lecherous grip. “I’d never do anything for you.” 

“Always such a stuck up little thing, let’s see if I can’t change your mind,” Dabi laughs, pushing you back and splaying you against the haggard cushions. His long fingers hook under the band of your thong and steadily work it over the curve of your hips and down the line of your calves. Instinctually, you clamp your thighs together, rubbing against the ache that’s budding between your clenched legs. 

“Come on,” Dabi encourages you, slapping his hand against your round thigh, smoothing his palm over the redness that he’s left behind. “Open up babe, let me see you.” 

“Don’t, ah—” you bite out, leaning away from his ravenous gaze and bracing yourself on your elbows as Dabi leers over the sight you’ve been forced to open for him. He glances up at you for a single moment, the blue of his eyes ensnaring your attention and leaving you gaping against the cushions. Seconds later, he’s diving between your spread thighs, his curious tongue lapping over the exposed folds of your cunt.

He slows his licks as he passes by your clit, pausing against the bud before wrapping his lips around the nub, sucking a swift rhythm over you. Your feet rise from the floor to brace against his broad shoulders and you coil your hips upward, urging him on, your head falling into the swath of pillows that rest under your neck. Tense fingers wrench into the cushions and you give a soft gasp, your lips stumbling over his name.

“What was that?” Dabi asks, lifting his head from your curls, lips wet with your slick, his blue eyes watching the contours of your face.

“Fuck you. I-I know… I know you heard me… D-Dabi,” you moan, hissing when he brings a digit against the quivering ring of your entrance. 

“Dabi, huh?” he ponders, letting the edge of his fingernail tease over you. “Don’t know if I like that. I think I’d much rather hear you screaming out my name, my real name.” 

“What?” you question, popping your head up and giving him a blank stare.

“You remember,” he grins, poking out his tongue and dragging it over you, smiling as you buck under his hands. “Come on,” he taunts, sucking at your clit again. “I know you know it. Go on, say it for me.”

“Wha-what’s wrong with Dabi?” you smart, bracing your feet against the couch and forcing him to insert his wavering finger, digging it forward until it hits the second knuckle. 

“Nothing, I just wanna’ hear how the other name sounds. I want to know what it’s like when you’re choking on it, barely able to gasp it out cus’ I’m making you feel so good. Come on, (Y/N), indulge me, huh?” 

“Fine,” you huff, legs trembling as he shoves another finger into you, curling them upward, poking and prodding until you’re squirming. “Keep going. Make me cum all over your mouth, Touya.” 

“Oh, fuck,” Dabi hisses, his teeth catching over your clit. “That sounds real nice, baby.”

His lips seal over you again and he drags another finger into you, stretching you until you feel you’re close to bursting. It’s a low ache he’s working up, but you love the burn. It’s not like your boyfriend can’t do this, but you’ve never worked up the courage to ask. How do you even go about that? Hey, I want you to pin me down and… no. That doesn’t matter, you remind yourself; fingers sinking into Dabi’s black hair, pulling him closer. You just need to get him off and get the hell outta’ here. Don’t think about it. Just relax and get this over with. 

“You need more, don’t you?” Dabi questions, tilting his head and cracking one cerulean eye open, watching as you writhe and cant under his skillful hands. 

“I-I just need…” your voice fails you as he resumes that suction, tugging your engorged clit between his sharp teeth and giving you a few rapid fire nips. “Al-almost, just… keep… oh fuck…” you sigh, thighs tensing around his dark head. His fingers speed up that sinful drag and he wriggles them forward with each push, tapping and stroking over the spongy patch of nerves within your cunt. 

Then, right when you’re breaths away from a mind blowing release, he yanks his fingers from your sopping pussy, laughing as you pant and whine for him. “Ahhh, come on babe,” he sneers. “Why would I reward you when you’ve been such a fucking pain?” 

You openly gape at him, your eyes blinking back dots of frustration and distant flashes of lingering starlight arousal. “What the fuck,” you pant, shifting away from his slicked lips and crossing your legs. “Wh-what what was that for?”

Dabi pushes himself onto his haunches, licking the last traces of you off of his fingers before digging his hand into his jean pocket. He returns with a small remote and waggles it in front of your aghast expression. “Got all I needed,” he informs you, flicking it toward a bookcase. You swiftly whip your head to the shelves and spy the tiny camcorder resting above the topmost set of books. 

“You fucking ASS,” you screech, hands reaching for the dangling remote, not caring that your sopping pussy and half naked breasts are on full display. Dabi hovers the remote above the two of you, cracking that all too familiar grin over his thin lips.

“So, about that complaint,” he taunts, scoffing at your desperation, leaning on his heels to watch you scramble up from the frayed pillows of his couch. 

“Y-you, why… I… give me that! You can’t record me without my permission!”

“Awe, babe,” Dabi barks, his laugh echoing around the small space. “Too bad for you, huh? I don’t need two party consent.”

“That’s for phone calls,” you bite out, finally snagging his wrist, yanking him toward you. 

“Who said the video was on?” 

“You fucking jackass! That’s why you wanted me to say your name!”

“Calm down, I won’t release it if you walk back the complaint,” Dabi counters, letting you pull him closer, his lips teasingly reaching for yours. You dodge his touch and fix him with a pointed glower, nose wrinkling and brow furrowing. 

“This sounds like a well oiled routine,” you accuse, dropping your hold on him and crossing your arms over your exposed stomach. 

“Tch, you jealous?” Dabi sneers, cupping both of his hands under your bent elbows, forcing you to lean into his hold. You shake your head at his accusation and grit your teeth, tilting your face away from his seeking touch. 

“What are you going to do about this part? Where I’m yelling about what a son of a bitch you are?”

“Edit it out,” Dabi informs you, lips latching onto the hollow of your throat, teeth worrying your tender skin between their grasp. “Again, if you walk back the accusation, all of this goes away.”

“What if…” you pause, biting your lower lip and shrugging Dabi off of you. He leans away, bright eyes studying your face, pausing at the dip of your lips, following the pink indentations that your teeth leave behind. “What if I wanna’ fuck you?”

“Oh?” Dabi hums, nose flaring, making those three tiny piercings gleam under the low light of the moon that’s streaming through his window. “Now you wanna’ fuck me? You sure about that? Not that I blame you, I’m pretty good, pretty big, too.”

“Ugh, don’t say shit like that,” you reply, lifting a shaking hand to his neck, tracing your fingertips over the indentations of his tattoos.

“Hmm,” he groans, already leaning into your touch, his skin prickling under the gentle strokes of your fingers. “One condition. I get to record it. This time with the video on.”

“Fine,” you confirm, coiling your hands into his inky hair. “Never know, you might want it for later.”

“For what?” Dabi asks, yanking himself away from your intoxicating strokes to jerk his white shirt over his head. You shake your head at his question, not wanting to think about the ramifications of this situation, distracting yourself with the new patterns and whorls of dark ink that are bared to you. He twists back to the camcorder, hitting a few buttons before tossing his remote across the room, the plastic clattering over the wood.

You can just make out the outline of wisps of blue flames beside his ribs when he kicks his pants and boxers down, finally lowering the curtain on the dip of his hipbones, displaying his straining length to your ravenous gaze. He’s covered in piercings. A silver Prince Albert is gleaming at his tip, catching the drips and bubbles of pre-cum that are hovering against his slit. His cock curls proudly toward his stomach when he releases it from the thin protection of his boxers and you catch sight of the Jacob’s ladder that climbs up his impressive girth. Unconsciously, you gulp in a swift breath and shake your head, not wanting to show him your wavering uncertainty. 

He’ll undoubtedly be the biggest cock you’ve ever taken, and you’re not sure that he’s stretched you out properly. He’d paused too soon and you can still feel the shuddering echoes of your faint brush with release travel up your spine as you gape at him. It’s not enough… it’s not…

“What?” Dabi questions, one black brow arched. “Worried I’m too big for you?”

You’re about to respond when he shoves you down and maneuvers you sideways, stretching you along the cushions, his hand a steady pressure against your windpipe, choking out any reservations that threaten to escape your lips. He’s on top of you seconds later, the sheer weight of him pinning you under him, and you let out a whine when he spreads your legs, popping the brittle muscles of your hips in his rush. 

“I’ll make you like it,” he promises, looming over you, his lips tracing up your neck as his hands dig under your back, unfastening your bra and stripping you of your final defense. “You’ve got a nice rack, babe,” Dabi praises, lowering himself, ghosting over your peaked nipples, tongue lapping out to dip over the puffy areola. 

“Stop saying shit like that, I might think you mean it,” you snarl, throat catching on your gasps of strained pleasure. He sucks one stiffened peak between his lips and suckles, hard. The pressure makes your back bow off the cushions, fingers reaching for him, clawing and scratching your way down the muscled plains of his back. 

“Mmm,” Dabi groans, popping his lips free from the distraction of your nipples. “Do that again, but put some effort behind it.” 

Well, why let him down now? You dig your nails into him, yanking until you feel his skin part under you, splitting from the drag of your touch. “Fuck, yes,” he grunts, his hips jerking into you, blindly seeking your entrance. “I’m gonna fuck you,” Dabi warns, teeth biting the hollow of your neck. “I’m gonna fuck you until all you can say is my name.” 

He blindly reaches for your hips, two fingers searching for your cunt. Once he finds it, he grasps the swollen length of his cock, jerking himself a few times, splashing his hot pre-cum against your inner thighs. There’s no warning, no call for preparation, or a quick kiss, instead there’s just the heady press of his hips and the weight of his length as it splits you in two. Your neck arches off of the cushions and your hips fall away, shying from the keening sting that he’s thrusting into you. A low hiss slips from your lips and your toes curl, legs unconsciously wrapping around his thin waist, heels digging into the soft dip of his back. 

“F-fuck,” Dabi chokes out, hands bracing themselves over the swell of your hips. “You’re fucking tight, babe. Goddamn it.”

“Dabi,” you moan, curling upwards, praying he’ll give you a few more seconds, positive you’ll shake yourself to bits if he tries to move now. Your hand finally lifts from his back and makes its way toward the crest of your thighs, desperate to tweak and roll your pulsing clit. Once you’re inches away, one of Dabi’s hands unlatches from your waist and snatches your seeking fingers away. “Don’t you dare,” he warns, lips rising to suck against the lines of your neck. “Only if I tell you,” he continues, warm tongue dipping and licking over your ear. “Understand?”

You nod, still reeling from the steady stretch of his cock as he tugs it out of your sopping cunt. It pricks and bites and your heels do their best to restrict his movements, pinning themselves to his lower back and grinding down. He ignores your hints and starts a steady push and pull within you, the rungs of his piercings catching on the edge of your leaking pussy. Each thrust snags against a piece of you that sends a scattering of sparks and stars over your vision and you coil yourself forward every time he yanks back, anticipating that ignition, that ache, as he braces himself to slip into you again. 

“How the fuck are you still so tight?” he complains, hands jerking your chin upward, demanding that you kiss him. The bittersweet sting of pain is still too close for you to get into his caress, so he soon gives up, finally settling the pad of his calloused thumb over your clit. “Is this what you need?” he asks, hips lancing into yours, picking up the pace of his ruts. You nod as your teeth chatter, a thin slip of drool escaping your parted lips. Dabi grins at your overwrought expression and his tongue laps at the traces of saliva, nose pressing into your skin, his hisses of exhaled air hot against your cheek. 

“You’re getting real tight (Y/N). Wanna cum? You wanna’ cum on my dick?” he asks, his voice shaking with effort, trying to ignore the insistent envelopment of your slick cunt. “Hey, come on, answer me!”

His deep pitch of exasperation snaps you out of your stupor and you fix your hazy attention on him, closing your swollen lips and giving him a cruel smile. “I don’t think you’ve done enough,” you taunt, a laugh bubbling from your throat. “Looks like you’re gonna cum first. Turns out you’re not as impressive as you think, huh, Touya?”

He’d usually ignore you, keep pressing and teasing until you’re putty in his hands, but it feels too good. It’s too much. Your fucking cunt feels like heaven and he can’t help himself, thrusting and pounding into you like he’s fucking fifteen again, all hormones and no finesse. There’s nothing he can do to stop himself, it’s too good, it’s just too fucking good.

With a half-formed groan he spills into you, his cock pulsing and swelling, hands bracing themselves against the swell of your hips, lifting you to him until those dots leave his vision. “Fuck. Fuck, that was… you were… God. That felt so fucking good.” 

You sprawl under him, your eyes languidly meeting his as you crack a sly grin. “Ahhh, Touya, like I said, you were so close. Too bad. Thought you’d last a little longer. Haha! Maybe next time, hmmm?”

Tags: @spicy-skull​, @xwildskullx​, @evesmores​

notes: editing always takes me so long :((((

[nohoney]

Hi hi! I love your Us series so much! It’s been a while since I came across it and I remembered how much I love it! 💕

2 questions I wanna ask about something’s I’m wondering about and your take on them.

Do you think there will come a time where MC comes to their senses and decides to leave? It doesn’t seem realistic for the series because they are so rooted there, I think it would be extremely hard to leave. They don’t treat them bad but they’re also not healthy for them.

What would happen or more like what would Keigo and Touya do if MC ever decides to leave?

Anyway, thank you for updating and taking the time to write. I really appreciate it 💕

Aw I’m glad you love it, it always gets me all flustered when the us series get appreciation 😖

So to answer...

1. the reader definitely has the sense in her that what she’s in is not exactly something completely ‘healthy’ and she knows when she’s in a particular situation it’s because of touya but then Keigo kinda swoops in to cover everything up until everything feels like it’s calmed down. as much as Touya is the source of her love & devotion, he is definitely the main stressor sometimes when she worries more about his reaction to things rather than her own well-being. And touya knows that he can only do so much to make her stay so having Keigo around offsets the chances of her leaving since he’s more sensitive & gentle with the reader. I think the chances of the reader leaving are very very low...

2. But on the off chance she reaches that small fraction where she does try to put her foot down to leave... i think we all know there’d probably be no way for the boys to accept the reader leaving. She hopes it could go down a peaceful way. So maybe... an honest face to face break up?

Scenario below the cut!

Warning: drug use/drugging, unhealthy relationship, codependence, manipulation, slight dubcon

You just have to be uncomfortable just for a moment while Keigo goes to fetch drinks from the kitchen. Touya keeps a straight face while you speak across from at the dining table, trying to reassure him that you don’t want to part on bad terms and that you just need to do what’s best for yourself, you’re talking about wanting to find your independence again and needing to figure things out on your own and all that stupid crap. Words of conviction that neither of them are going to accept from you, that you don’t know what you’re talking about and you need them.

They could tell immediately when you had started to try to pull away, could see that glazed off look in your eye as your mind wanders. Your smiles more reluctant, your affection waning, that sad look you had looking off into the distance, they thought it was depression at first. Keigo counts himself fortunate to have found you sitting with a friend a week ago on the patio dining of a restaurant, hiding himself just in time before you or your companion could see him. He had leaned in a little closer and his heart broke upon hearing you tell your friend, “I think I need to get away from them... Dabi and Keigo.”

Oh how Touya threw a fit when Keigo reported back to him, having the good sense to take him to an abandoned lot to tell him what he heard. Touya yelled, saying that he’s giving you everything he could give and you have the audacity, the motherfuckin’ audacity to think you could leave. His sanity is all on you and you leaving would make him lose his fucking mind. But Keigo was calm, he hushed Touya who damn near breaks down and is about to punch through the window of his car and tells him that he’s got it figured out.

“She’s ours, she just needs to be reminded.”

Your tolerance had gotten better with what you’re willing to take but that doesn’t mean that being careful is thrown out the window.

You’re banned from mixing ever since that first party where you locked yourself in a room with half a gram of coke and an ecstasy tablet, but Keigo is careful with you because he cares about you, he loves you. Just a sprinkle, like a pinch of salt, added to your drink and Keigo gives you a little extra pour of sweet syrup in your drink.

Ketamine which makes you trip and MDMA which makes you roll, and a trip plus a roll makes a flip. Your first flip ever was molly and coke and you don’t even know that you’re about to get your second; you’re about to have your first kitty flip.

Touya could have been mean and just gave you rohypnol but as angry as he was at you for wanting to break up, he still wanted you to feel good.

You finish half the drink when your eyes get the tranced over look and your voice drifts off, Touya reaching for your cup so that you don’t drink anymore. He drinks from his own cup, just the virgin version of what Keigo served you and he asks, “What were you talking about doll?”

“I uh... I don’t know what I...” you sway a little in your seat and you try to recall what was the subject you were speaking of a few minutes ago. “Touya... I don’t...”

They wait patiently as you struggle for your words.

And Keigo knows exactly what to do, gently cupping your cheek to direct you to look at him. You’re a helpless little doe at this moment and out there are the wolves wanting to feast on you, but not them, not Keigo or Touya... they’re not your predators.

They’re your protector.

“Pretty dove, do you love us?” Keigo asks you, watching carefully how you try to process his question.

“C-Course I do... never said tha’ I stopped, I just’ want...” you slur out as you reach one hand out to touch his cheek, trying to make sure he’s real. He wonders what you’re seeing right now and how he looks in your eyes. “Can I lie down?”

You collapse in Keigo’s arms, whining about some dress you should have bought at a boutique you visited not too long ago and then you stare at your own hands when Keigo lays you down on the floor, though you don’t bother to describe what exactly you’re seeing as you stare into your palms.

And Touya kisses you tenderly, just barely skims the tips of his fingers over your arm and you purr in pleasure. Unlike your first hallucinogenic trip which left you in an extremely anxious state, you seem to be perfectly balanced this time. Keigo is grateful that he mixed the right amount and you consumed not too much and not too little. You crawl to different areas of the room, muttering to yourself and can barely keep a conversation with either of the boys while they keep watch. But it’s not necessary for any conversation to be had, there’s no need for any talking because there’s nothing to talk about.

You ask for kisses, you ask to be touched, you ask if you’re loved, all requests that they’re willing to fulfill but on one condition: “You gonna stay with us (Name)?”

“Y-yeah, wanna stay with... be with ya, just c’mere... ‘M lonely.”

“Oh now you’re lonely? What happened to all that independent talk?”

“I don’t... Not s-sure, jus’ come here now.”

Needy little moans fall from your lips as they touch you, kisses to your neck and further down, despite your glazed eyes your fingers reach for one of the boys’ belts but they stop you. “You’re not getting fucked baby.”

“I want it!” You whine, almost ready to throw a tantrum but all it takes is just a hand in your hair, grabbing at the roots and slowly it clenches into a fist and tugs at the roots. A pleasant pull that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back arches. Just a little hair pull and you’re so compliant. Your reaction is tempting but they know better than to fuck you when you won’t remember it the next day.

They would never.

All they want is for you to stay right where you are.

And you wake the next day in between Touya and Keigo, recognizing the symptoms of a come down but with no memory of the day before and you know that your memory loss has something to do with them. “What happened?”

Your body is exhausted, your brain is fried, you remember sitting down with the boys yesterday and talking about breaking up and then... nothing.

When you try to get out the bed, Touya’s hand reaches out to grab your arm and you’re pulled back down on the bed. He’s awake and making you lie back with them, his hand gentle as the pad of his thumb strokes your cheek so lovingly. Keigo nuzzles right next to you, a soft mumble of, “Stay baby bird...”

“You guys... what did you give-” you start to speak but Touya cuts you off.

“If it were anyone else, you probably would have woken up behind a dumpster ya know.”

Be grateful to us, we treat you better than anyone ever could.

You should be angry at them, furious that they’d violate your trust and lace your drink or food with whatever they gave you, that they gave you the ultimate reason to leave because if you love someone you don’t fucking drug them. And yet you know that whatever they gave you yesterday is a warning, probably the kindest warning you’ll ever get from them.

“Still love us?”

You play it over in your mind, that any other person probably would have taken advantage of your vulnerability but not them. Not Touya and Keigo who love you most ardently and have always looked out for you no matter what. There’s no talks of breaking up, there will be no talks of breaking up, they know you’re smart enough to understand the meaning behind their actions.

So you accept the cage they’ve put you in.

“Yeah... I love you.”

“We love you too.”

[plush-rabbit]

Shimura Tenko - Bullying

A/N:

I think for school AUs, I'm going to keep it as Tenko so I hope you don't mind!! It doesn't differ too much from how I think Tomura would react so yeah!

Kids are cruel. Tenko knows that better than anyone. It doesn't matter how high they rank in class and how well they're praised for being the best behaved- behind closed doors it's a much different story. They're cruel to him- it's like they can sense whenever he's close by and just flock towards him with too wide grins and closed fists.

Life is already rough for him. Home isn't great and school isn't great. He tries to hang out with what he considers friends and you and that makes things easier in regards to his mental health but everything still sucks.

It only seems to get worse once you two start dating. They go up to the both of you, throwing an arm around his neck and tightening their hands around his neck and just embarrass him in front of you by telling lies or mentioning things from his youth. They hardly touch you, maybe give you a push in the direction opposite to them or try to put you close to Tenko while they're telling all these old stories about him.

You do your best to get them to lay off but then they start to tease him how he needs to be protected because he's "too much of a bitch to do anything." If they start to push him around in front of you, he gives you a small shake of his head and you just walk alongside him as the others belittle him in front of you. He probably prefers you not doing anything than coming to his rescue. He'll get frustrated and end up snapping at you so you staying quiet, while awful, is for the best.

The bullies hardly ever hit him. They want a more mentally scarring situation. They want to belittle him and see him cry. It's extra points if he starts getting choked up in front of you. They like to point out how red in the face he gets or how his eyes are starting to water and sometimes they'll forcefully grab his face so he can look at you. That's probably his least favorite thing- to see you look so uncomfortable and tear away from his gaze.

Tenko at least appreciates that you stick by him afterwards. That you hold him and don’t mention what happened and try to change the subject while you stroke his hair. He doesn’t like to talk about- it’s too much and he’s already filled with so much spite and he’s afraid he’ll snap at you or break. He doesn’t want you to see him broken.

Tenko sits on a bench in the locker room, his white shirt clings to his skin, hair that falls around his shoulders and masks the view to the door that leads to the outside. His shorts are wet, dripping in the sink as he waits for his vision to clear. He can't afford to cry right now, not when the threat of them coming back is too real. He can't give them the satisfaction of crying over something like this. Inside a locker, his phone buzzes, vibrating against the metal in an awful noise that makes him flinch. They even had the audacity to put his phone inside a locker that isn't his. He groans and buries his face in his hands.

The dripping of the faucet is starting to get too much. It's a simple annoyance that gnaws and screams louder in his mind until it echoes and makes him yell out in frustration, standing up to kick at a locker, hissing at the impact.

The door clicks open and he curls his mouth in a snarl, ready to curse at the person who enters but his eyes soften when you pop in. You look taken aback at his appearance, brows knitting together and a frown on your lips.

“I was wondering why you weren’t coming out,” you mutter, closing the door behind you and you lean against it, hands tugging at the end of your shirt. “You weren’t answering your phone, Ten.”

His face burns and he swallows tightly. “Maybe I wanted to be alone,” he spits under his breath, looking away from you.

“I doubt that,” you challenge under your breath. You drop your bag by the door and look at him with sad eyes. "So," you sigh, feet tapping against the tiles in a quick bounce, "what happened this time?" You ask the question like you're asking about the weather, as if this was all mundane and the sad part is that it is. His breaths stagger, wheezing and soft and the tight look on his face breaks into something delicate. Eyes water and burn him as they spill over and he breaks when he hears you say in a soft voice, "Oh Tenko."

He’s a clingy crier. His arms wrap around you in a vice grip, hands that grip onto you and tug at your shirt. Face buried into the crook of your neck as tears wet you. Sniffling into your neck and pulling you close to him, every move that you make is mimicked by him where his arm brushes against yours, face pressing deeper against your neck, his nose brushing and poking against your pulse as he cries. His breaths are ragged, coming out in short, wheezing puffs of air that fan across your neck, hot and short, mixed with his tears.

"Can I touch you?" You ask quietly, head lightly bonking against his. He nods slowly, whispering a harsh "yes" against you. Slowly your arms wrap against him, hands rubbing soft circles against his back, pressing into his shoulder blades and fingertips that dance down his spine and up once it reaches the small of his back. "Do you want to talk about it?" He shakes his head no, whimpering at the thought and pulling you closer to him. "Okay, okay," you shush quietly, threading your hands through his hair, "we don't have to talk about it. We can-"

"They took my clothes." The words pass his lips before he has a chance to process them. He can feel you stiffen, hands that stop moving and a shoulder that pushes against him.

"What?" You ask in a breathless voice.

He swallows and his tears spill and stain the collar of your shirt. "They- While I was changing. They grabbed my shorts and ran them under water and-" it's too humiliating for him to go on, the simple words of what was done is so juvenile that he starts to laugh, his hands tightening in your shirt. His laugh is bitter, sharp and cutting at your throat. It's only until you call his name, pressing your head against the side of his that he calms down. "They locked my phone in one of their lockers."

"I uh, I saw them in the hallways." He feels your lips press against the top of his head in a quick kiss. You stand up, his arms falling limply at his sides as he watches you with watery eyes. "Let me go talk to them-"

"No!" He grabs at your hands, curling over your hands with nails that accidently drag and tug in your soft skin. "Please- Just wait with me. They're almost-" He stops as you peck his nose, mouth kept parted and linking owlishly at you, tears that catch in his eyelashes fall and drip down the curve of his face, aggravating at the cuts still open.

"I'll be right back, I promise." You give his hand an encouraging squeeze, bending down to peck at his lips. You turn and give him a peace sign, immediately pulling out your phone once the door is pushed open. The door shuts close only to be pushed back open and he startles when he sees your body peek through the gap. "I have your hoodie in my backpack, just in case you want it!" He nods numbly and the door closes once again.

He's alone with his thoughts, a hand raising and curling over his neck, scratching absent-mindedly as he waits for you to return. His legs bounce and he shoots a dirty look towards the locker that holds his phone hostage. He spits out a curse and waits for what feels like eternity for you to come through the door.

He wipes his tears with the back of his hand, feeling embarrassed that he cried into your shoulder. He's been through worse. He’s handled much worse even before he started dating you. But now, that’s the issue. You forced yourself into his life and he soon accepted it and now he has someone who genuinely cares for him. You treated him with kindness and now he wants nothing more than to just have that kindness with him at all times. He can’t stand to have you witness him at such a low moment and once his mind is clear and he’s alone, he knows he’s going to regret ever crying onto your shoulder and holding onto you like a child after a nightmare. He wets his lips and stares at the door waiting for you to return.

It’s a few minutes of silence until you come through the door, his clothes in your arms and a bag and something else in hand. He watches as you practically skip towards him, dropping his clothes on his lap and you smile widely at him. “Ta-da!” You exclaim, bouncing in your place. “I got your clothes back.” You turn around as he starts to change, giving him a sense of privacy even if you already have seen him with bare legs. You hold a plastic bag in your hand and walk to the bathroom part of the locker room and he can hear a faint wet splat. Your steps are quiet as you make your way back to him, a plastic bag holding his still wet clothing and your other hand holds something large.

You drop the bag on the bench, giving him a light pat on the cheek. His eyes dart to the bag and then back to your clenched hand. "And that?" He points to the bolt cutters in your hand.

Your eyes widen until you glance down and flash him a cute smile. "Bolt cutters," you answer simply. "Which is the locker your phone is in?"

"Uh," he clicks his tongue and shakes his head, he points an unsteady finger at the locker where his phone resides, "that one." You give a determined nod and turn to the locker, bolt cutters open and shakily placed around the lock. "Wait, what are you doing?"

"Getting," you take a deep breath and press tight against the handles, "your phone- fuck," you groan, squeezing your eyes shut and slowly metal starts to creak, "kinda."

"Where did you- fuck!" He screeches when the lock snaps and falls to the floor. You turn to give him a wild grin and reach your hand into the locker, pulling out his phone. He takes the phone and gives you a gracious smile. "Where'd you get the cutters?"

"Touya," you answer, sitting down on the empty seat as he finishes tugging his pants on.

"Why does he-"

"I didn't want to ask."

He sighs and rolls his eyes. He pulls at his hair, running a hand through it as he stares at your knuckles which are dusted in red, blood still fresh and wounds still pink. "Your-"

"You wanna go get some bubble tea?" You stand and wrap your arms around his neck. "It's important to stay hydrated-" you peck at the corner of his lips- "plus I have to return the cutters to Touya and I want you to come along."

He doesn't miss the way you interrupted his question- how you changed the topic before he even had the time to address the topic. He sighs and rests his forehead against yours, eyes closing. "Do I have to?"

"I'll get you those peach gummies you like if you do," you croon, pecking his lips gently, smiling into the kiss.

"Add a soda and you have a deal." He returns the kiss and pulls away to grab the bolt cutters, a soft grin on his features as you hold his free hand.

[lyricfrost13]

BNHA/Naruto reincarnation au

Ok ok so the trope is that one character is reincarnated into another world, either as another character or as a new insert in the world right?  I had a kind of cracky idea for this one.  

It’s a bit long but basically a ton of characters from My Hero die during the War arc and are reincarnated as Naruto characters, which changes canon timeline but not a ton at first because they all think they’re the only one. Like, literally Minato is All Might, Aizawa is Kakashi - Team 7 is Izuku (Naruto - trust me I know it’s weird, but nearly-adult Izuku in a child’s body is here to cause problems on purpose), Bakugou (Sakura - the temper and eventually the ability to smash boulders? Yes. I know Naruto and Sakura could be flipped but I have Reasons), and Todoroki (Sasuke - evil older brother, fire stuff, kinda stoic) - there’s more under the cut because I don’t have the energy to write an actual entire fic but I need to put it down. Maybe at some point I’ll write the rest. 

Yagi thought it was a dream for a while.  Thought it was a nightmare, some days - but being Namikaze Minato was oddly satisfying in that he earned every bit of his power along the way.  He was proud of it, the strength and speed and intellect. The only person he ever told about his old world was Kushina - and she believed him.  His heart ached when his team fought and died and fought more - he tried to reach Kakashi in his grief, but the boy wasn’t happy. 

Aizawa doesn’t tell a soul that he’s someone else, that he’s a fraud, not a genius.  He doesn’t dare make a friend in Obito or Rin, still aching because all he can think is Mic and Oboro and his fucking class all gone.  Minato’s sunny smiles in the midst of being a deadly destroyer of armies makes him think of All Might and Izuku, the heroes, the best of them.  It hurts when it’s all taken away, and he uses his knowledge of how not to strain eye-related powers to cover his Sharingan when not in use and dives into ANBU to avoid thinking too hard about everything. 

Touya aches. He’s a genius of his clan, blew his first fireball so hot that it charred his throat for a week and glowed blue-white instead of red. This world doesn’t leave him burned beyond repair, and killing isn’t what makes a villain - but he still becomes one, for his little brother’s sake, because while Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Shouto are gone, he still has Sasuke. (Another suicide mission fueled by revenge - only this time it’s him that has to die in the end, not his father.)  Itachi’s new flames are black, not blue.

Hawks is tired of lies.  So tired of being loyal to a system that’s full of false promises.  He might be a shark instead of a bird now, but he still flies the coop and joins up with a group that comfortably reminds him of the League. 

Izuku grieves everyone - of course he does - in the quiet of his little apartment. He’s reminded again and again of the fact that he’s different for whatever reason.  This time, instead of crying, he shouts - he laughs - he pranks the shit out of everyone to just be noticed for something that’s actually under his control.  If he can’t be the #1 hero, then dammit he’ll be Hokage - the strongest leader he can manage to be. 

Katsuki doesn’t know what the fuck to do. One, he’s become a girl - gender didn’t really matter all that much to him compared to strength and intelligence before, but it was still weird. What frustrated her more was his lack of quirk - explosions had defined Bakugou for so long that frankly, she was still going to research Iwa’s explosion corps and do something about that to add to her repertoire. Somewhere along the line Ino attached to her like the limpet Kirishima and Mina always had - getting up in her personal space without caring one way or another, understanding when she refused to speak, encouraging her temper every once in a while. The one annoying thing is that Ino interpreted her need to get stronger than the current projected Rookie of the Year as a crush.  Which - no. Sasuke was objectively good looking for a kid, but he was also intellectually a hell of a lot younger than Katsuki-Sakura, and he always uncomfortably reminded her of Todoroki. 

Shouto thrives at first - glad not to be the only one with expectations, even if he winces at the idea of an older brother shouldering so much responsibility.  He lives for having an older brother to look up to, to get close to.  He’s a little miffed that his clan’s specialty is fire-based, but hey, at least his father doesn’t expect him to be his successor - until he does. Until Itachi starts going on more and more missions, poking his forehead and saying “Another time, little brother,” more and more often. And then the massacre happens, and Sasuke wonders why he ever trusted that things would be so stable and ok.  He’s going to get strong, drag Itachi kicking and screaming back to Konoha, and rip his eyes out so he never does that again.

...

Kakashi is late again. Sasuke was more irritable than usual - after Wave, their sensei had promised to help him learn the Ice Release that Haku had done, and he’d really wanted to have that in his arsenal to have something more familiar. Sakura and Naruto had begun sparring in their boredom, and in the middle of it, Naruto slipped and hit one of Sakura’s sore spots from the mission.  She snarled.  

“Fucking deku, what the hell!” she said.  

Naruto yelped and fell forward, following through too far on a punch, eyes wide.  Sasuke stared, blinking.  

“Interesting,” said Kakashi’s voice behind them.  Sasuke was staring at Sakura in shock, and Naruto looked like he was staring at a ghost.  Sakura’s cheeks were turning pink. 

“What are you looking at me like that for?!” she demanded.  

“Problem children,” Kakashi said.  All three faces whipped to face him, mouths gaping, eyes wide. 

“ . . . Aizawa-sensei?” asked Shouto quietly. 

“What?” demanded Bakugou.  “All of us?  Who the fuck are-Icy-hot? Deku?” 

“Kacchan!” Izuku’s expression on Naruto’s features was - well.  Kakashi cursed inwardly - had things gone well, fuck, he’d be the kid’s older brother figure.  This wouldn’t have gone this far.  But the elation of not being alone was too much, even with that sting of he was right in front of me and I did nothing.  

“If we’re all back here,” Sasuke said quietly, “Who else might be?”

“Well, this changes things for us, but not for anyone else,” Kakashi explained.  “As far as the world knows, we’re the same as we’ve always been.  However, you studying Iwa explosion tactics and you wanting to learn ice release jutsus makes a lot more sense now.”

. . . 

Gaara had always had it in him to destroy.  From dust to sand to death - it was all the same.  The Ichibi raging against a jagged seal had only exacerbated an already damaged mind, one that couldn’t handle the empty space where All for One used to be. Instead stood rage.  

Yashamaru had helped, for a while. Gaara had almost even considered telling his greatest secret to his siblings - that he was once a terrible monster of a human, Shigaraki - but his uncle’s death shattered that thought quite thoroughly.  That was all it took to turn him once again into a monster, until a kid with another tailed beast inside him raged against his pain hard enough to scrape at his most protected secret: He didn’t want to be a monster or a villain. 

Naruto had that blinding smile as he fought he’d only seen a few times before - on Midoriya Izuku. 

. . . 

When Itachi next faced Sasuke, he had expected pain and rage. 

Instead, his little brother created a prison of ice mirrors, Sharingan flashing as he finished the sequence of signs.  His teammates screamed from outside the dome, and Itachi grimaced as he readied a stance - when had Sasuke learned anything about ice?  Why would he - 

“You’re going to give me answers, aniki,” he said.  “One of which is this: Touya, what the hell?”

Itachi stared.  And stared.  

“You-Shouto?”

“Apologies for not having the hair dye remover and livestream set up, but yes,” he replied.  

. . . 

Shikamaru was . . . well.  He wasn’t an idiot.  Talking about reincarnation and heroes and another life was a way to get a trip to T&I and never leave.  It didn’t mean he didn’t use his skills - Aizawa would be proud of how lazy his son had gotten in his next life, he bet. 

So when he saw Team Seven act a lot differently at the beginning of the chunin exams than he recalled, he was on high alert to find out what was going on. Naruto had learned some level of volume control, Sakura had tempered whatever her issue with Sasuke was, and Sasuke had - not softened, but definitely cooled off.  Seemed more attentive to his teammates. 

And Kakashi had certainly become more present, if the way they were presenting themselves with high-quality gear was any indication.  

Chunin Exams, Sports Festival - didn’t matter, he was still going to prove himself. No matter the fact he didn’t have his quirk anymore, he still kept asking questions. 

“Hey, Sakura.  Naruto. Sasuke. You ready for this?”

“We’re going to pass,” Sakura said. “No other option.”  He raised a brow. 

“You sure about that?”

“Sakura-chan said it, so she means it,” said Naruto.  Sasuke nodded. 

“What about you and your team?”

“Well, it’d be a drag to take the exam again. Guess I’ve got to get the promotion now,” he sad, sticking his hands in his pockets. “Gotta scope out the competition - I’m not here to make friends.” 

All three stiffened, and Naruto’s eyes lit up.  

“Shinsou!” 

Shikamaru spluttered. 

“Wh-what?!”

“You’re not the only one,” said Sakura immediately.  “Shoulda figured, eyebags. Would have thought Aizawa would be a Nara too, but it still fits.” Shikamaru was, of course, reeling.  

“Aizawa’s here?!  Wait, who are you three, then, if you know?”

“I’m Deku,” said Naruto, and yeah, that tracked.  

“Who the fuck else?” asked Sakura, and yep, her temper and Bakugou’s were just about the same amount of hair-trigger.  Which left - 

“And you’re Todoroki,” he said.  Sasuke nodded. 

“Kakashi’s Aizawa.  He’s gonna be really glad that you’re here, Shinsou. Talk to him when you get the chance.”

. . .

“You might be a monster, but so am I,” Naruto insisted as Gaara’s wild gaze turned on him. 

“No, no, I was born a monster,” Gaara insisted. “I destroyed everything I touched, it all was decay, I ended a world -”

Oh. Oh. 

“And All for One’s gone now,” he said. 

The Ichibi’s form flickered, and the sand surrounding the boy flailed whiplike and dangerous. 

. . . 

Naruto entered the seal and frowned.  It - his body, his spirit felt different. Somewhere between Naruto and Izuku. The mindscape shimmered, and a blond figure stepped forward - the First Hokage. But another step forward, and he shifted into someone else equally, no, more familiar. Naruto choked. 

“All Might?!” he gasped. “You’re the Fourth?  But - how - how is this?” he was helpless for words. Minato stiffened, staring at how the spirit before him shifted back and forth between a young man with whisker marks and blue eyes and a mop of green fluffy hair. 

“Izuku? You’re Naruto?” he asked quietly. His son nodded vigorously. 

“It seems I’ve bestowed quite the power and burden on you twice over,” he mused.  “Come here.  It’s not every day a father gets to see his son for the first time in over a decade,” he said, arms open.  Naruto blinked.  

“My - my father?”

“Yes,” he said with a sad smile. “I only ever told your mother about my past life. She even believed me!” 

Izuku-Naruto stumbled forward and sobbed into Minato-Yagi’s shoulder, clutching him tightly.  

“It’s not just us,” he said, “Aizawa and Todoroki and Kacchan and Shinsou and - there’s more out there, I’m sure of it. Not everyone, but more. And I’m going to save them all this time.” 

Minato smiled. 

[subliminalhero]

About the last post I reblogged.

Here’s my take on the issues brought up. I didn’t want that reblog to be so long. Here is what I started typing.

There is a LOT I don’t like about how Horikoshi treats the girls in MHA. I’m absolutely not a fan of the little grape bastard either. And before anyone says anything about Kaminari. NO THEY ARE NOT THE SAME. Kaminari May have done a few things that make me want to smack him, but his whole character does NOT revolve around being a pervert. As for Mineta, I see him as waisted potential. Horikoshi is a proud pervert though, so he would never turn his vent character into a life lesson on becoming a better person and learning to respect boundaries. It’s just not something men from his generation were taught. He really could be more responsible about it. He’s old enough to know better. But I can see why he hasn’t.

As for Bakugo and Endeavor. Baku really has had a great story arc. I really want him to reach the point where he can apologize to Deku for how he treated him. In his own Bakugo way of corse. I also want Deku to not be ready to forgive him when he does. Because Deku isn’t written as someone who seems to want to acknowledge what happendoutside of his own head I don’t think we will get that but... I want Bakugo to work for that forgiveness, for that friendship, and prove that Dekus years of admiration were worth it. Not just as a hero, but as a person. I think he can do it. And honestly? I want him to go to FUCKING therapy!!! I also want someone to call his mom out on her bullshit. I will never be over the fact she blamed him for his own KIDNAPPING! I will never get over how the school treated him at the sports festival and how we never hear about his parents (yes both of them) said anything or ever demanded an apology for the treatment of their child. This is a wonderful piece of world building to show just how whacked the system is by Horikoshi but god DAMN. Can we just get some acknowledgement that it was fucked? Ok, done with Baku. Now...

Endeavor. Todoroki Enji. Where to go with that one. I don’t want him to have a happy ending. And that doesn’t seem to be where Horikoshi is taking him any way. Horikoshi seems to be moving Endeavor away from his family as he’s trying to make things up to them. There are a lot of death flags for Endeavor in the mangas recent chapters. But I don’t want him dead.

I don’t consider him living on as the #1 hero as him getting a happy ending. His near death experience made him realize how alone he is at the top. He’s ruined every one of his relationships with all the members of his family with the slight exception of Fuyumi but it seems like she is going to live with Rei in their new home away from him so... she doesn’t even seem to have anything for him to apologize for besides the neglect anyway. She doesn’t seem to be close to any of her siblings either. Yes I also mean Shoto there. Probably because after Rei’s breakdown she had to step up and be the “mom” of the family.

I don’t want Rei to ever forgive him. I don’t want Natsuo to ever forgive him. I don’t want SHOTO to ever forgive him. Having a semi-amiable relationship with him is not forgiving. It is not forgetting what he has done.

I want Dabi to be Touya so much for a few reasons and one of them is that I want Endeevor to know he is responsible for ever life Dabi has taken. For all the distraction he caused. Because Touya would not be Dabi if it weren’t for Endeavors need to be the best. If it weren’t for his blaitant lack of care for his own child.

I want Endeavor to stay the #1 hero and have to live in All Mights Shadow. I want him to spent the rest of his life trying to fill the void he created in his life but abusing his family. I want the weight of the title to slowly crush him day by say the longer he has to hold it alone.

I want him to reap the consequences. I want him to accept it. I want him to change. I want him to one day be able to look into Shotos eyes and be proud of the man, of the hero, he becomes in Spite of what Endeavor did. I want him to offer Rei divorce but leave the decision to her. I want him to step back. I want him to realize he should have never had children. Should have never got married for powers sake. I don’t want him to completely cut contact, but I don’t want him to be a super active presence in their lives either.

I want his family to accept his apology but not forgive him. I want him to spend the rest of his life with regret.

That’s the only way I’ll be satisfied with Endeavors arc.

[leagueofidiots]

People keep referencing the one chapter of you're NNWM, what happened??

Shigadabi, but my subconcious was shipping Spinnerdabi on main in retrospect/ Magnetmagic briefly

Song fic for Billie Eillish's Listen Before I Go

Last two chapters, needs a little context, but all the important stuff is explained

I'll also include the chapter after because I'd feel bad if I didn't

WARNING!! I'M VERY SERIOUS!! THERE IS A SUICIDE ATTEMPT HERE!! I EVEN TRIGGERED MYSELF WHILE WRITING THIS, AND THAT IS VERY RARE!! BE SMARTER THAN ME, AND MAKE SURE YOU'RE NOT SITTING ALONE IN A DARK HOUSE AFTER SKIPPING TWO MEALS!! HUG A PILLOW!! GET SOME WATER!! BE CAREFUL!! 💜

•Take me to the rooftop•

Tomura's asleep next to me, face still turned up to the stars. We've been up here for about two hours, but he finally fell asleep.

The promised celebration was nice. We had it as soon as I was well enough to be close to normal as I could, which only took about a week. They learned how to make a few things from what Hawks gave us before the battle, which I ended up eating some of to make them happy.

They did end up having to take me to Ujiko. My burns spread, now uneven again. He says he'll bring my aesthetic back next time I go in to get my staples fixed. I agreed. There will be no next time, after all.

•I wanna see the world when I stop breathing, turning blue•

After Tomura brought me up here, we simply talked. No unnecessary emotional dumps. No tears. No drama. Just simple things.

And now he lies next to me, a bandage he tied around his pinkie allowing him to grasp my hand in his own. It's nice, I'll admit. Breathing in the cool air as I sense his every small movement.

The stars are beautiful tonight. We snuffed the flame of our lantern, though that was nice too, just to see them better. The city lights make it so there aren't many, but it's still a good night for the sky.

•Tell me love is endless, don't be so pretentious•

Careful not to wake him, I carefully pry my hand from my boyfriend's. I'll do what I need to do, but I'd rather him not be awake for this. It's my time, no matter what.

I'm ready for the end, and apparently whoever it is that decides my fate agrees. All I can hope for is that Tomura doesn't blame himself when they find me dead on the sidewalk tomorrow.

What will they do? At least I'm not their leader, but I do still have an influence on the league. Even as useless as I am now, surely they'll still react.

Standing at the edge. It's coming. The end of it all. I'll never have to think about any of it ever again. The brutal training my father put me through. My mother going insane. Burning. Ujiko's experiments. The streets practically eating me alive. Giran's guidance into crime. Killing my father only a week ago.

•Leave me like you do•

The news has been all over the case. Endeavor and Hawks found dead. Witnesses say it was Dabi that killed them. Both burnt to a crisp, Hawks with half-grown-in wings.

Dabi's body hasn't been found, not even a trace. They think he might have burned too, that the black and purple flames seen from outside the wall of blue may have consumed him entirely, taking even his ashes with him.

•If you need me, wanna see me•

And they're right. Dabi's dead. Lost in the flames. Dabi carried rage and purpose, and all he stood for was taken with my piercings and my skin.

Touya died with his innocence, along with his weakness. And now Dabi has followed with all of his anger. Everything that fuelled him, that kept him going, is gone now. So now I am nameless.

•Better hurry 'cause I'm leaving soon•

I wonder what they'll do when I'm really dead. Will the news care? Or will it just pass by like anything else?

They certainly care about the rest of the Todorokis. The thoughts of my mother and siblings make more sense to me than my own at this point.

Rei Todoroki. Wife of Enji Todoroki. Recently released from the mental asylum. Deep in grief. She's planning the funeral for a month from the day of his death. Their deaths. She's set up a shrine for her late husband next to the front door, though reports say it's more for his identity as a hero than the shrine for her son.

•Sorry can't save me now•

Fuyumi Todoroki. The daughter of Enji Todoroki. She says she can't grasp that her brother is dead. She says she feels it in her soul that he isn't. That it's freeing, her father's death.

•Sorry I don't know how•

Natsuo Todoroki. The son of Enji Todoroki. He's avoided all reporters. Hasn't left his room since getting the news. His family says that he and Touya Todoroki used to be close, and Natsuo was elated to hear he wasn't dead. All that is gone now. That his only consolation is that his family is safe from the pro hero.

•Sorry there's no way out•

Shoto Todoroki. Son of Enji Todoroki. He's been busy with school, so not a lot of reporters have been able to talk to him, but his grades are suffering. UA is considering making him take a year off to focus on his mental health.

•But down•

The family as a whole is in general agreement. It's a tragedy to them. Both deaths. And while Endeavor may have had a negative influence on them in life, and they feel safer with him gone, they still mourn his death.

And while it's a painful blow that Touya has died again as Dabi, it is also a good thing. He had turned villain after all. It's for the best.

Well, I guess they'll really get what they wanted. Touya, Dabi, and whoever I am now are about to be long gone.

•Down•

What were my last moments with each of them? I want to think of each of them before I go. I at least owe each of them a thought.

•Taste me, these salty tears on my cheeks•

Start easy. Eri and Butt. They were together on the couch, weren't they? Yeah.

Eri was tired. Once it hit around nine, she lay down on the couch, calling up the dog to curl up next to each other. There was almost a smile on her face as she drifted off, and Compress carried her in.

•That's what a year-long headache does to you•

Hawks. He had done things, after all. And it was my fault he was gone. Even if he was a traitor, he still did the best that a pro hero could do. It's not him I'm mad at. Was mad at.

His last moment was spent trying to get Endeavor to stop. For legal reasons, surely not because he cared at all. And then my father just had to burn him up, like everyone else in his way.

•I'm not okay, I feel so scattered•

Compress. Where had he been?

His date with Magne had been postponed once I ended up injured. He'd said I was more important. Like I had any importance. After he'd taken Eri to her room, he'd gone to bed, saying he wanted to rest for the date.

I wonder if they'll move it again when they find me? I hope not.

•Don't say I'm all that matters•

Kurogiri. Tomura was right, he really is good.

His last action towards me was pretty simple. Before he went to bed, he gave me a pack of beers that we'd ended up taking to the roof. Told me not to drink too much.

I probably should have respected that wish more. I'm on my fifth can. I don't regret it though.

•Leave me, déjà vu•

Spinner.

His last action hadn't been anything much. Just said good night. Still, before that he'd told me off to the side how proud he was of how much of their food I'd eaten.

•If you need me, wanna see me•

Magne. Bless her, I wish I'd said goodbye to them.

Tonight she was having problems with her stomach, so she spent her evening in her room. The last I saw of her was her smile as we did each others' eye liner.

She was very helpful during my healing process. Brought me the closest to normal out of anyone.

•You better hurry, I'm leaving soon•

Toga. What will Toga think of me when she sees? Will she hate me?

Toga spent most of her time singing karaoke with Jin. My final memory of her is the sound of her cheery voice as she spun around, nearly forcing her hairbrush down her throat as a makeshift microphone.

What was the song? I wasn't listening. I wish I had been so I could hum it to myself now.

•Sorry can't save me now•

Jin. I'm a terrible person.

After most people had gone to bed, he'd pulled me aside. Asked if I was okay. That it was okay if I wasn't. And you know what I did?

I lied.

And he'd smiled. Like I'd said something amazing. And he spent the next five minutes saying how happy he was that I was happy.

He'll definitely hate me when he finds me.

•Sorry I don't know how•

And Tomura.

Tomura.

Before he'd slept, he'd looked me straight in the eye, my hand closed gently in his, and he'd said he loved me. That he needed me.

I'm so selfish.

His red eyes shone beautifully as he'd said it, filling me with butterflies. They'd died as soon as he broke eye contact, but it was the first thing I'd felt since the attack.

I'd told him that I needed him too.

•Sorry there's no way out•

I'm glad I saw them all. That I can recall what our final words were. Their last smiles at me. That I can picture them all in my mind. It'll help me when it's time.

There's no way I'd be strong enough without it. Even now, a foot away from the ledge, I'm scared. The end.

•But down•

The end has always been a comfort. Something to look forward to. Whenever my head got dark, and I couldn't see a way out, I just reminded myself that there was an end that drew closer with every second.

•Down•

And here it is. Waiting for me a short drop and a few seconds away. Since getting up has already felt like an eternity, but the six steps from where I started aren't that far compared to the path of life I've been lost on for so long.

•Call my friends and tell them that I love them•

The league helped me find it. Find life. They showed me where I was, and they've led me to this point. I'll have to thank them when we all end up dead and I see them again. If I see them again.

•And I'll miss them•

Even before Shigaraki bribed us with those dumb gifts to stay in the bar and treat it like a home, I considered them a safe place. Safer anyway.

•But I'm not sorry•

And they kept me on the path I needed to be on. Kept me alive. For the most part, kept my additional burns to a minimum.

The streets never did that. They left me to defend those younger than me, even if only by a few years, at the cost of my life if need be.

•Call my friends and tell them that I love them•

If not for the league, if not for seeing that newscast when I did, Endeavor would still be alive and active as a hero. Life would still be a spiral with no clear end in sight.

•And I'll miss them•

I step onto the edge of the roof, looking down at the end. Like in storybooks. The villain dies, and they all lived happily ever after.

The End.

•Sorry•

I drape one leg over, closing my eyes. I'm ready for it. My ending. I lean forward.

And just as my eyes snap open and a feeling of paralyzing panic fills me with regret, it happens.

A hand, one finger bandaged, reaches out and grabs my wrist, leaving me dangling by a foot and an arm off the roof of the bar.

Shigaraki's arms feel strong. So strong compared to me. After he caught me, he didn't waste a second getting me down from the roof. I can't say I wanted to stay up there.

My whole life led up to that moment. Everything I went through was just to end it all. And then I didn't want to. Right at the last second. Is that weakness?

Shigaraki's heavy breathing of panic and sobs managed to wake somebody up, and eventually they've all filed out to the scene of the two of us sitting on the floor, Tomura holding onto me tightly, my sight fixed firmly into the distance.

"Shiggy, what's wrong?" asks Magne, rubbing her eyes. 

He doesn't answer, still clutching onto me, and I can't find it in myself to answer. "Be careful of Dabi's burns," warns Kurogiri.

I can't feel them. Even if I could, I don't think I'd care. He's anchoring me, and right now I desperately need that hold on reality. Still, he loosens his death grip.

"Did something happen?" asks Spinner, his hair cascading around his face.

"Well obviously something happened. No, they look peachy!" Jin plops down in front of us. "Dabi, did you…?"

I finally snap my gaze to him, staring at his masked face. "I'm sorry, Bubaigawara, I just---" 

His arms wrap around me too, pressing my face into his shoulder. "You don't have to be sorry," he says in a broken voice. I wait for his contradiction, but it doesn't come.

I hear Compress kneel behind us, pressing his hand on Shigaraki's shoulder. "He's okay, Tomura. We'll look out for him."

My boyfriend's body shakes, his available fingernails digging into my chest through the front of my shirt. "Dabi, please don't, please, you said you loved me, please don't leave me," says his quiet voice.

I feel awful. I hurt him for nothing. And Jin. And I can feel in the air that the rest of the league is slowly figuring it out too. It didn't even come to anything but hurt.

"Dabi, I swear, you need to stop being so blind," says Toga, sitting behind Twice. "You know that we love you, right?"

"I know," I whisper. "I know. I'm sorry."

Kurogiri sits to the side of me Tomura doesn't take up. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, you know. You just wanted the easy way out of your suffering. There's nothing so terrible about wanting it to stop. I just hope you'll learn someday that we can help you end it in a way that will let you keep going after that."

I nod, reaching up one of my hands to place over Tomura's. Geez, I'm crying. Again.

"And even if it's selfish of us," says Magne, sitting herself next to Shigaraki. "You're good to have around. And not just for your quirk, either, so don't start that nonsense again."

Tomura grabs my straying hand. "Don't you ever pull that crap again."

I squeeze his hand. "I won't. I swear. Thank you for catching me." And I mean it. There's something in me now that I think I've been stuffing down.

I love these people. And while it does scare me because of all that's happened with those I've loved and trusted before, I don't think it'll end like that this time. I love them. And I want to keep going, even if for a while it's only because I have them, that's okay.

I love them enough that I want to keep living. To keep trying. Past all the pain.

"I wish you'd told us before now," says Spinner, tying his hair back to keep it out of his eyes. "Maybe we could have helped before it got to this."

"No, I knew," says Twice, face still pressed into my shirt, dampening it with his hot tears. "I knew, and all I did was give him a little slap on the wrist. You people are just blind!"

"No," I say, bringing my other hand to his back. "It's not any of your faults. If anything, you guys already helped a lot. Please don't blame yourselves for this."

Magne ruffles my hair gently. "It's nobody's fault. Sometimes things are just like that. What's important is that you're still here with us, and nobody got hurt."

"Did you want to talk about it?" asks Kurogiri.

I shake my head. "Nothing new. I just had it set in my mind as the only option. It got to be too much a while ago, and that's what I decided, so then once Endeavor was dead...I just sort of went on auto-pilot."

Toga smiles at me faintly. "Well, don't worry about it. Just a week ago I killed a guy on a whim; we all do weird stuff sometimes. That was a bad example, huh?"

Shigaraki grunts. "It kind of was. I'm in a weird mood though, so I'll allow it."

The next hour is spent in silence as Tomura cries the rest of his feelings out and we simply sit in the bar. It's not the same, but it's good. I feel lighter.

The next day brings awkwardness and hangovers, but it really doesn't matter. We're all just sort of happy to be around each other. Grateful.

Magne and Compress do end up going on that date, and they end up having a lot of fun apparently. Whatever Sako did must have been very impressive, with the amount of blushing Kenji was doing when they came back.

Tomura and I go on an official date too, a few days later. It's very nice. I really do love him.

And now, it doesn't really matter what we're doing as a group, or where or next mission will take us, because regardless of whatever it is, we're doing it together. And really, that's all I've ever wanted in a family.

[ryunyaz]

This is... a fanfic of a fanfic ! 

Wrote this for @lumilasi‘s writing contest. They write really great fics, and nearly all of them are among my favorites in the Shigaraki fandom, so I’m really happy to write about one of them. 

Featuring Crossroads!Tomura + Dabi and Izuku.

(Not beta’ed so I apologize for any mistakes.)

....

Being the heir of a villain lord’s empire was surprisingly very little time-consuming, especially if the position was half-heartedly embraced, as it was the case with Tomura. Not that he minded: it left him all the time in the world to spend time at his favourite bar, hang out with Dabi, and stalk his newly-acquired little brother. Of course, there was the occasional mishaps from his underlings he had to fix, or other villains interested in him, but otherwise, he had a lot of downtimes.

It was during one of those long afternoons he spent at Dabi’s place, lazily lying on the couch and cushioned by his personal heater, that he got a phone call from Izuku. It was a bit unusual since the green-haired boy always asked first by text if Tomura wasn’t busy and if they could talk, but maybe he got overexcited about something, like he often tended to do, or it was an emergency.

With that in mind, Tomura answered the call quickly.

“What’s up?”

“Hi, Tomura… Are you free right now?”

Tomura looked back at Dabi, who was half-falling asleep on his shoulder, lulled by the background sound of the television.

“I’m not doing much,” he answered with a little smirk.

“Then, could you pop by my room? You know, with your teleportation quirk,” Izuku said, relief clear in his voice, before hesitating for a bit. “I have something I would like to show you.”

Tomura frowned at the request and straightened against Dabi, carelessly disturbing him and waking him up.

His relationship with Izuku had always been peculiar: they were brothers, but also hero and villain, and as such, they didn’t really meet up like ordinary people. Their interactions consisted mostly on late-night texting, with Izuku wanting to know more about his brother and Tomura teasing him about his crush on the Todoroki boy.

So why would Izuku ask to see him now?

“Who’s that?” Dabi mumbled behind him, but Tomura hushed him, gesturing to him to go back to dozing off.

“You want me to come to your house?” Tomura wanted to check.

Izuku gave him an affirmative hum, then seemed to realize something. “Ah, but don’t worry, it’s not a trap or anything, I swear.”

Tomura snorted, because he never thought that. He knew Izuku by now, and anyway, he would have sensed it if there was any kind of foul play. “I know, but still, why?” he insisted.

Izuku let out a nervous chuckle. “Can’t you just come and I’ll tell you? It’s kind of a surprise.”

Now Tomura was getting really curious about this. “Alright, but you better not waste my time.”

He hung up the phone halfway through Izuku’s protest that it wasn’t going to take long, and extracted himself from Dabi’s embrace. He was only wearing boxers and a t-shirt, and while last time it didn’t prevent him from showing unannounced in Izuku’s room, this time he had time to put on some pants.

Before teleporting, he checked back on Dabi, but the fire-user seemed still a bit drowsy, so Tomura let him be. They’d stayed up late, after all.

When he appeared in Izuku’s room, the boy was sitting on his bed. He startled at his brother’s sudden arrival, but otherwise smiled at him with genuine warmth.

“Hey,” Tomura nodded to him, and took the chair from Izuku’s desk to sit in front of him. “Everything’s okay?”

“I’m fine. Mom’s fine too. Everything’s fine.”

The boy seemed clearly nervous to Tomura, but not in a bad, angsty way. It was just how Izuku was.

“So, what can I do for you?”

“Ah, yeah… You see,” Izuku cleared his throat, clearly having no idea how to begin to say what he wanted to say. “At first, I didn’t really know what to choose, because we don’t know each other that well yet, and of course some things were obvious, but too obvious to be really meaningful so it wouldn’t do. So I asked All Might, because despite everything that happened between you two he is good advices and know you a little, well, at least more than anyone else I could turn to, and so we managed to figure something out.”

Tomura held back a bit of annoyance at the mention of the former number one hero, because even if it was still a sore spot, he had decided that he was done caring about it. Instead, he sighed at the lack of clarity in Izuku’s speech and interrupted him before he could go further. “I didn’t get a single thing you just said, so shut up and get to the point.”

The green-haired boy opened and closed his mouth, apparently confused by the contradictory demands, but then he just smiled and reached toward his nightstand. He opened the drawer, and suddenly Tomura got a sense of foreboding.

Sure enough, what his little brother retrieved from the drawer was a present, clumsily wrapped in a package that was fortunately not All-Might related.

“Happy birthday, Tomura,” Izuku grinned, looking so happy it could have been his own birthday and not Tomura’s.

So that’s what it was all about.

“How did you know it was today?” Tomura asked with a frown, not making a move to take the gift even though Izuku held it out for him.

The hero-in-training smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head. “I asked Touya-san. But don’t be mad at him! I was really persistent.”

Tomura sighed, making a note to himself that he needed to annoy Dabi latter in retaliation for this huge betrayal. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why were you interested in my birthday?”

A bit of sadness flashed on Izuku’s face, but was quickly replaced by determination. “Because that’s what families do. They celebrate each other birthday because they are happy to have each other. I know that we’re not the most conventional of family, but you’re still very important to me. Besides, you got me something for mine, so even if you weren’t my big brother, I would have gifted you something back, it’s only polite,” Izuku ended in a mutter.

The kid’s cheek were red, but he was looking at Tomura with earnest eyes and the part-time villain couldn’t help but be a bit moved, even if he wanted to argue that the gift he got Izuku (a t-shirt with written ‘Don’t mess with me, my big brother is an edgy villain overlord’ that Izuku obviously couldn’t wear) had been nothing more than a joke, and not anywhere near as well-thought as Izuku’s gift seemed to be now that his first rant had more context.

“Come on,” Izuku whined. “Open it!”

He was obviously excited, even if a little nervous around the edge, so Tomura gave in and took the package.

It wasn’t that he was against celebrating his own birthday. It was more the fact that he never did. Not when he was with his father, not when All for One took him in, and not even when he got his independence. He had told Dabi once, on a drunken night at the bar, because they were talking about their zodiac signs, but he really hadn’t expected the fire-user to remember it.

Slowly, he weighted the present, but couldn’t figure out what it was. He was tempted to just decay the wrapping, but he didn’t want to accidentally destroy what was inside, so he carefully tore it apart. He found himself with a little wooden box and he opened it to find a pair of gloves inside.

Not any gloves: they were Nana’s.

“Where did you find that?” he asked Izuku, bewildered. The last time he saw them was quite some time ago, since they had been taken along with all his belongings when the heroes raided his place.

“All Might gave them to me. We thought that maybe you would want them back.”

Tomura slightly nodded, looking at the gloves. They were as he remembered: yellow and of medium size, worn and even bloody in places.

The silence stretched for a while, and Izuku fidgeted a bit. “So…” he cleared his throat. “They must have some meaning to you, obviously, since she was your grandma but… All Might and I were kind of wondering how you got them.”

“It was one of All for One’s trophies,” Tomura recalled, and Izuku raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“He kept trophies? That’s so sick…”

Tomura hummed, agreeing. It was indeed sick to keep reminders of the people you killed to gloat. However, he hadn’t realised what it really was when he found All for One’s collection the first time around. He was barely nine, and sneaky through things he wasn’t supposed to. But when his mentor died, nothing prevented from going through his things again and that’s when he realised whom the gloves belonged to.

“Ever since I found out about her, I’ve been mad at Nana for abandoning her son to become my fucked-up dad, and yours as well, but I wanted to keep the gloves as a reminder of what could have been,” Tomura explained to Izuku. “I considered wearing them but I would have had to cut one or two fingers so I decided against it.”

“She was a great hero, and she would have made a great grandma,” Izuku nodded with a tiny smile. “Ever since I was little, it has always been my mom and me, so I would have liked to have her around.”

Tomura thought it best not to mention that if Nana had lived and decided to raise her son correctly, Izuku probably wouldn’t have been born.

“Anyway, thank you, I guess,” he smiled a little, ruffling his brother’s green hair with four fingers. “I didn’t really think about them much, but it doesn’t hurt to have them around. Won’t you and All Might get in trouble for stealing evidence?”

Izuku frowned. “All Might told me he used his influence.”

“Right, he totally stole them,” Tomura deadpanned. “Not very heroic, in my books.”

“Well, he is retired, and it doesn’t hurt anybody, so stop criticizing,” Izuku pouted a bit, making Tomura laugh.

They chatted for a bit about mundane things, before Izuku remembered something and went downstairs to give Tomura some of the cake his mom made for him when Izuku told her it was Tomura’s birthday. It was good, and the villain took some for Dabi as well.

When he teleported back to the apartment, the wooden box in one hand and a plate in the other, Dabi wasn’t on the couch anymore. Since he could sense him in the bedroom, he guessed that the fire-user had relocated his sleeping activities on the bed. Tomura himself was feeling a bit tired, so he set down what he was carrying in the living room and made his way to the bedroom.

“You awake?” he whispered while approaching the bed.

The sheets rustled a bit and he saw Dabi’s peeking from under them. He was squinting, since Tomura had the delicacy to turn on the light.

“I was,” Dabi grumbled, but he made an inviting gesture, showing that he wasn’t really mad.

Tomura took off some layers then slipped next to him. “I heard you’ve been naughty,” he whispered to his boyfriend’s ear.

That made Dabi laugh. “Is it about the birthday thing? You never told me it was a big secret, so I’ve done nothing wrong. In fact, I would even say I’ve helped,” he said with a confident grin that Tomura wiped off his face with a kiss.

“Well,” Tomura mussed. “I got a gift and a cake, so it’s not that bad I guess.”

“See?”

They kissed some more, before Dabi propped himself on one elbow, towering a bit over the other man. “Want another gift?” he raised an eyebrow suggestively.

Tomura snorted. “So original.” He added an eyeroll.

Dabi flicked him on the forehead. “Don’t be a brat and let me treat you nicely. Happy birthday, babe.”

Tomura gave him a flat look and opened his arms.

.........

In earlier chapters of Crossroads you have this scene with All Might finding Nana’s gloves in Tomura’s things, and I was wondering what was up with that, so I made up this thing. 

Hope you liked it :)

[lilover131]

CCS Clear Card Crack Theory

So I know there have been a lot of theories being thrown out there as to what is happening in the Clear Card arc, and knowing CLAMP…we’ll all be wrong. But I’m gonna try and take a crack at this with my wild guess. I’m very likely wrong, but I like to think there might be some things that line up here. I’m going to be using information that we know up to Chapter 22 of the manga and Episode 12 of the anime, which as recent as we have at this point in time on both ends. 

Under the cut due to length and spoilers! 

So first off, let’s list off what we know so far, and I’m only going to list things that I feel are relevant to the plot. 

Sakura, the Clear Cards, the Dream Key, and the Dreams

Cards cannot be sensed by anyone other than Sakura

Sakura senses something weird about them, but hasn’t quite stated why. 

Some of the cards seem to be the equivalent to Sakura cards she used to have. (Gale/Windy, Aqua/Watery, etc.)

Sakura received the key through a dream and woke up to find her Sakura cards completely transparent and unusable. 

Sakura is frequently having dreams of a mysterious cloaked figure (aka MCF), who appears either on clock gears or on top of the dragon’s horn. 

MCF seems to want the key. 

Akiho Shinomoto

Does not have any magic that can be sensed

Has some sort of connection to Sakura. Her name, appearance, and personality are very similar to hers. 

Has a book called called “Alice in Clockland”, which have clock designs similar to the ones Sakura sees in her dream and it is written in a strange language that Akiho was taught to read. 

Seems to be unaware of Momo being alive and frequently carries her with her.

Was taken care of since she was young by Kaito and likely has romantic feelings towards him. 

Has dreams of watching someone (likely Sakura) and wanting something from them, and recently had the same dream as Sakura. 

Confirmed that the robes that MCF was wearing in the dream she shared with Sakura are hers, passed down from her family, thus leading us to come to a thought that she is very likely MCF. 

Is well traveled, having been to England, Germany, Italy, France, and Hong Kong. 

Her family supposedly travels to different parts of the world and collects books, and she is in Japan to look for one in specific. 

Living with Yuna D. Kaito in Eriol’s old house 

Yuna D. Kaito

Has been serving Akiho since she was young

Carries a pocket watch with a similar design to the ones Sakura sees in her dreams, and Akiho has mentioned it is very important to him. 

Was part of a magic association in England, and the ‘D’ in his name is a status symbol for the strongest magician. He likely draws his magic from the moon. 

Likely chose their location of residence due to it’s usefulness in hiding magic (it’s also where Clow used to live)

Knows about Momo and seems aware of whatever is happening to Akiho and Sakura.

Recently discovered, it turns out the magic association in England excommunicated him a year ago because he lost a powerful magical item, though most believe he stole it. 

Left England before he could be punished, though it’s said he was so powerful, that no one would have been able to anyways.

Syaoran 

Is back from Hong Kong so that he can be here “when the time comes.” The reason he went back in the first place is shrouded in mystery. 

Is performing some sort of spells in his apartment, insinuating that he ‘needs to hurry’. 

Often is too busy doing something to spend time with Sakura

Cannot tell Sakura what he is up to, likely for very important reasons. 

Communicating back and forth with Eriol as he learns new information and seems very concerned about Kaito and not so much about Akiho. 

Performing strange and powerful spells that seem to take out the Clear Cards in one hit, but seems guilty afterwards. 

Touya

Seems to know that strange things are happening again, despite having given his magic up to Yue/Yukito

Says there is something new that he can do now, but has yet to tell Yukito what it is. 

All right! Now that we have those out of the way, let’s try and connect it all, or at least some of it! 

First off, let’s talk about this dragon:

 I first started drawing connections to Syaoran and the dragon the moment it popped up in Sakura’s dream in chapter 2 of the manga and episode 1 of the anime. I did this because the long, snake-like body is very Chinese in style, and seeing as we still don’t know the reason Syaoran got suddenly dragged back to Hong Kong, my assumption was that perhaps the dragon had something to do with it. Perhaps Syaoran or his family are connected to it in some way.

 It goes without saying that dragons are huge in China, but they don’t have the negative connotation behind them as they do in parts outside of Asia. Although they can be destructive (balance of yin and yang), in Chinese culture, they are generally wise and benevolent and most strive to ‘be like the dragon’. We see that the MCF (mysterious cloaked figure) is always standing on the horn of the dragon in these dreams Sakura has, which leads me to believe that the MCF has some control over it. Perhaps it has corrupted a dragon and is using it for their own gain, or the dragon may be ‘protecting’ MCF.

 We know now (even though it’s not been specifically stated) that MCF is Akiho, though she may not know it or have control of this other persona. All she seems to be aware of is that she is having dreams of watching someone from up high and that she wants something from this person. Akiho seems particularly interested in finding a book of some sort (maybe the Sakura card book, but that’s debatable), but as MCF in the dreams, she also seems to desperately want the key. She has the book that only she can read, and I imagine it’s probably some sort of spell book. It’s all very peculiar, but another strange fact about Akiho is her list of places she has visited. She is well travelled for someone so young, having been to Italy, England, Germany, France, and Hong Kong. It was specifically mentioned that she came to Hong Kong before coming to Japan, which means she was in Hong Kong at roughly the same time as Syaoran, and I doubt CLAMP would have mentioned such a thing if it didn’t have some sort of importance. 

 Now, let’s talk about her companion, Yuna D. Kaito. This man kind of worried me from the very beginning, since he seems very mysterious. I wondered what exactly his involvement in all this was, but as more information about him develops, I find him more and more worrying. Red flags were certainly raised upon his and Syaoran’s first meeting, since Syaoran sensed powerful moon magic from him and his affiliation to the magic association in England was not exactly working in his favor either. Eriol stated that this clan Kaito was from did not have all good rumors, and that the ‘D’ was a title for the most powerful magician. It was also stated in this conversation that the location of residence (Eriol’s old home) had likely been chosen for specific magical reasons and that he was likely so powerful magically, he didn’t feel the need to hide his name or even his magic for that matter. Someone of magic that powerful undoubtedly would be able to conceal it, much like Eriol did in the Sakura card arc, but he didn’t feel it necessary in a time where strange things are happening in Tomoeda and there are few answers as to why. To me, this seems like taunting, as he wants Syaoran to know that he is powerful, who he is affiliated with, and to probably send a simple message to Syaoran: You cannot do anything to stop this. This also implies that he knows that Syaoran is working in the shadows without Sakura’s knowledge.

 In the recent chapter that came out, chapter 22, we learned quite a bit more, and I find myself more concerned than ever before. We learned that Eriol and the Li clan investigated further as to who Kaito is, and they discovered some shocking news. Kaito, as it turns out, was excommunicated from the magic association in England a year ago due to the belief that he lost, or more likely stole, a very powerful magic item. Kaito left before he was able to be punished, though Eriol also mentioned that it’s thinkable no one would have been able to take him with how powerful he was anyways and that this magic association feared that item being in his hands.

 It would make sense for Kaito and Akiho to be running away to multiple different countries if he indeed stole this item, but wouldn’t someone who is in hiding, well…hide? He’s made his presence known to Syaoran, so that doesn’t seem to be the reason he and Akiho are travelling to multiple countries. It’s been pointed out by some of the fans that Kaito’s name also means ‘thief’, so what if the reason they are going to all these different countries is to steal things?

 I don’t find it a coincidence at all that Akiho and Kaito were in Hong Kong at the same time as Syaoran, and I also find it interesting that Kaito was supposedly excommunicated about a year ago, which is around the same time that Syaoran received the mysterious call from his mother and rushed back to Hong Kong.

 Now we come back to the dragon. Where does the dragon come into all of this? Well, when Syaoran first used his strange spell in chapter 13, I was fascinated by the little ball of light he pulled forward. What is it? What does it do? And what was he saying that CLAMP purposely blocked out his dialogue bubble? Seeing as I had a feeling there was some sort of tie to him and the dragon, I did a random google search to see if I could pull up any sort of mythology, since CLAMP seems to be fond of folklore and mythology in their stories. And I found a little story called “The Dragon’s Pearl.”

 The story tells about a boy who tries to provide for himself and his mother, and he discovers in the ground beneath a lush patch of green grass by the river a brilliant pearl. With this pearl, he and his mother discover that whatever it touches seems to multiply. For instance, they put it in jar of rice, and the next morning, the jar was full, and the same thing happened when it was placed inside a money box.  The story I read also mentioned that one of the neighbors discovered the pearl and tried to steal it. To stop them, the boy who found it swallowed it and became a dragon. This intrigued me, and I wondered…well, couldn’t the same be done for magic? If one had such a thing, theoretically, it could strengthen one’s magic, right? Syaoran doesn’t seem to be doing much that seems particularly different from his usual spells. In the manga, he seemed to just summon wind that was stronger than his usual spells, and the same thing seemed to occur in the most recent episode of the anime (episode 12) with fire. Same spell it seems, but with a little more kick. But there are some differences. His magic circle does not appear beneath him and in the anime, he instead has a golden circle beneath him. Also, from his hand comes a small ball of light, which seems to activate the magic when his sword touched it.

 He seems particularly guilty after doing these mysterious spells, which tells us that whatever tool he’s using he has some sort of negative consequence. If he was using a new tool or had simply learned new spells while in Hong Kong, he probably wouldn’t feel the need to hide such things from Sakura, but he specifically keeps her in the dark with these, and in the anime and manga, he had a look of dread on his face that even alerted Sakura, who is normally not so observant.

 At first, I thought maybe the story I read about the Dragon’s Pearl was a stretch to bring into CCS. But when I research Chinese dragons in particular, there is a lot of imagery with what is called ‘the flaming pearl’, where the story stemmed from. The dragons are usually depicted chasing after it, and it is said to be able to grant wishes but is also a symbol of spiritual energy, wisdom, prosperity, power, immortality, thunder, or the moon. I can very much imagine Syaoran using such a tool to try and increase his strength if he felt as though his own magic was not adequate for the situation. But what kind of repercussions might one have with such a thing? I looked very closely at the screenshots of the magic Syaoran used before with his usual spell and then again when he used his new spell, and what I found was rather surprising.

 A dragon…

 Never before has such a thing appeared with Syaoran’s magic, and the animators certainly didn’t point this out. This was not something you would have seen unless you paused the screen at just the right moment. So here is my guess. I think that Syaoran might have had some sort of magical tool, perhaps the pearl, which is multiplying his powers and strengthening them. Or maybe he is summoning dragons by luring them with the pearl. I imagine using such a thing could be dangerous or have serious consequences, and I can’t help but wonder if the dragon we’ve been seeing could be a result of this or if maybe Syaoran intends to fight a dragon with other dragons? What if he becomes the dragon? Or what if Kaito is the dragon?

 If not a pearl, I imagine the Li clan probably has multiple magic items stored in their vault, and Syaoran mentioned in the original series (during the Erase card capture) that they have several books written by Clow himself. I imagine a magical family that travels and collects books would love to get their hands on something like that. Perhaps Kaito already took something and discovered texts about the Clow Cards. Surely if someone stole a text about the cards, Syaoran would be alerted right away, seeing as it has to do with his precious Sakura.

 As for Sakura, there seems to be many ties to her and Akiho. It’s been pointed out on multiple occasions their similarities, and this is no coincidence. Recently, Sakura’s mother Nadeshiko appeared before her and told her that “anything more than this, and there is no turning back.” She also seemed concerned that Sakura was able to see her, which to me shows an increase in her strength. The more Sakura uses this magic, the more worried the people around her seem to become, and I’ve noticed it’s a common theme in CLAMP series that people with extraordinary magical abilities (like Watanuki in XXXHolic or even Clow Reed) tend to reach a point where they are so strong, they are no longer considered human or they lose control of their powers. One thing that Eriol praised Sakura for at the end of the original series was that she would not have the problems Clow did with seeing the future. He told her she’d be able to see it, only when she wanted to, but everything lately is out of her control, and I believe Syaoran and Eriol want to keep her from reaching that point.

 In regards to Akiho, I believe she is what CLAMP commonly refers to as a “Dream Seer.” In the CLAMP universe, all dreams are connected, and Dream Seers are able to not only see the future, but can also travel into other’s dreams and the dream world at will. It’s possible she has been tapping into Sakura’s dreams, or perhaps Sakura is tapping into hers. Either way, they are connected this way, but I think there is a stronger reason for this. Sakura, in the newest chapter, was given a beautiful necklace with a clock on it by her great grandfather Masaki, who claims it was a object brought back from England by him and her great grandmother.

 It belonged to Nadeshiko and was treasured by her. It’s interesting where it came from, because this develops some sort of tie to Sakura’s family and England. Nadeshiko undeniably had some magic when she alive which allowed her to see spirits and more, and Touya inherited that from her. As it stands, we know very little about where Nadeshiko’s magic came from in the first place, and that leads me to consider that the Amamiya family maybe had some ties specifically to the magical association in England that Akiho and Kaito are from. Maybe Akiho is related to her in some way (though probably distantly), which would make sense in a lot of ways with their likeness 

 Now, where do the cards lie in all this? MCF, or Akiho, seems to want the key, but what about the cards? I think the strange feeling Sakura is having with these cards may be that they are indeed the same cards, but they are be shaped and reincarnated to someone else. What if Sakura is being used to capture these cards, her cards, only so that they can be given to someone else? Maybe it is believed that it is Akiho’s birthright to own them, much like Syaoran once believed, and Kaito is helping to move things along?

There are many things to think about, but one thing I’m sure about is that when the news does eventually all come out, it’s going to be a DOOZY. 

[nohoney]

Tell Me (When You’re Ready) - 4.1

notes: Part 4 of the Us Series also on ao3

Us Series Masterlist

warnings: 18+, drug use, polyamory, low key manipulation, toxic relationships, cheating

summary:

He’s never been involved with anyone else the way he’s been with you, you’re all he thinks about and wants to have. It’s more than just liking you, this instinct to care for you, this obsession and desire he feels over you, he calls it love, it must be love. 

4.1 ✧ 4.2 ✧ 4.3 ✧ 4.4

At first glance, Touya didn’t really think much of you the first time he had seen you.

You were just another random party goer to him, one of many he saw whenever he attended those kinds of things, easier to just sell to his clientele if they conglomerated in these kinds of functions, though with the slightly older ones they have to blend in better since they’re technically crashing a house party. University students, upcoming freshmeat, recently graduated alumni and some of their plus ones or more, it’s so easy to tell who the veterans are versus the greenhorns.

The ones who can hold themselves together versus the ones that need to be carried, the ones who can hold there liquor versus the ones that need to be babysat, the strong versus the weak.

And you were that in between, walking around cross faded with eyes that looked lost in space but when someone put a hand on your shoulder then you would come back to earth, but not with your feet touching the ground. Like your feet just barely skimming the surface but still wanting to float in the sky, streaming through a pleasant haze just a bit longer until the high ends and you’ll have no choice until it’s time to walk amongst the animals again.

You sat on the couch with a few girls, talking amongst themselves and no doubt grouped together to protect one another from the predators; who could resist drunk and weak girls, especially the ones who looked the most broken. The eyes of the boys on your group and hoping to try to break into the circle and pick off the weakest to break away the pack. They get especially eager when the group wants to drink more, but you and two friends decide to go outside to smoke a joint instead.

“I’m drunk, I need’a go outside.”

The first words he ever heard you say, though not the first he’s heard but it sounded cute the way you slurred them out.

His eyes followed you briefly, holding hands with a friend as you made your way to get to the outside for a smoke.

“Yo Dabi! Good to see you man!”

He passed discreet little baggies, pink and blue tablets, little pills, he always gets a pat on the back from the boys and winks from the girls.

The girls like him, more than a few offering a little something extra when he makes a successful sale. Two of his whores are at this party, the decent flings he goes back to every so often when he wants to get his dick wet and when they want his goods.

Good dick and good drugs, it’s nice to get a two for one sale.

The second time he sees you at the party, he’s just leaving a room and fixing his belt while you sit at the top of the stairs with a friend. You and your friend are engrossed in your conversation, more than likely a similar talk happening somewhere inside the house party because you talked about your regrets of the way you and your ex broke it off, just more drunk girl talk. “It was so… so fuckin’ stupid dude, I was drunk and he showed up. We fucked but whe’ I woke up the next day, I fuckin’ left and just didn’t talk to him again.”

The second thing he ever heard you say but Touya literally passed by three girls half an hour ago that had a similar conversation, yours was nothing special.

Touya always denies drinks, offers of lines and other things when he goes to these kinds of functions, he needs a clear mind when he deals. He’s not dumb as fuck when he’s high or when he’s on, he can handle himself quite well and could sell just as well even if he were, he just doesn’t want to be relaxed around people that he doesn’t know that well or trust. It would have been nice if Keigo tagged along but the fucker’s Adderall hadn’t worn off in time to accompany him. Keigo gives him a good break from the others, kinda resets him and then he goes back to his business.

But Keigo isn’t around so Touya settles for plowing girls in random rooms of the house to give him a brief recess and then he’s back out there.

The third time he sees you, you’re leaning against the body of a young man just a little taller than Touya but nothing in the way he holds you shows that he has any ill intentions towards you. It feels rare sometimes to see two people having a platonic friendship, especially between two people of the opposite sex. Touya’s already sold your friend whatever he wanted but sticks around to make conversation, though it’s an excuse because he can’t help but note the way you’re being held in your friend’s arms. He tries to not make it obvious as he talks but truthfully, Touya wanted to just look at you. It’s obvious that there’s nothing romantic in the way your friend holds you but for some reason, it doesn’t sit well with him.

Even with his eyes up on your friend, he can see how you cling to your friend’s body with your arms wrapped around him so securely and with so much trust. Touya notes how you’re practically purring as your friend pets your head, sometimes massaging the tips of his fingertips against your scalp and then rubbing your shoulder in comfort. And he can see how you peeked up at him a few times, your curious eyes on him but Touya recognizes the cloudy way you look up at him. It’s not out of interest in the way you looked at him but probably just wondering why he was around.

Eventually you stop looking at him and choose to shut your eyes, concentrating on your friend petting your head instead.

“You want to try anything (Name)? Dabi’s got the best shit I’ve ever had, pretty fucking primo.” your friend had offered but you shook your head and said no. And goddamn if it wasn’t the cutest no that Touya’s ever heard in his life, the third thing he's ever heard you say. “Girl’s been pretty curious about wanting to try coke but she hasn’t worked up the nerve to actually give it a try. You know what, lemme buy a half off you too and maybe this’ll be the night that she finally gives it a try.”

Touya went home wondering if you lost your cocaine virginity that night.

That question wouldn’t be answered until a couple month’s later after you and him shared a philosophy class together. Touya remembered you very clearly but for some reason, his gut twists a little when you spoke to him the first time and it’s clear that you didn’t remember him from the party. He decides to forgive you for not remembering him because he feels like he can’t stay mad at you, not with that cute face you have.

But it’s just like at the party, you don’t seem particularly interested in him but Touya’s interested in you so he decides to seek you out more. He starts to crave your attention but he doesn’t want to look like a fool if it’s a one-sided attraction so he lays the charm on you, calls you pretty names that he’s never used on other girls. At first Touya thinks that you can just be girl number nine, hopefully another easy hole for him to use when he has an itch to scratch.

Now Touya’s fucked a lot of girls. He’s taken innocent girls virginities before and he’s had some pretty wild sex with the campus sluts, but there’s something different about you. You’re not a prude, not in the way you flirt back and insinuate wanting to take a seat on his face sometimes, but you’ve got some untouched parts of you that he wanted to lay a claim on. He’d show you new things and hold your hand over what you’d be too scared to do on your own or with others, he’ll watch over you. Imagine his giddiness the first time he ever cut lines of coke for you, it turned out that your cocaine virginity belonged to him this entire time.

"Oh... it's not that bad!"

You took that line so good, how about you take my cock next?

You tease him, playing coy one moment and then acting like nothing happened next.

And normally with bitches that do that shit with him for too long, Touya drops them pretty fast and moves on to the next. A little flirting and teasing is fine but he’s not looking to play a long term game with that kind of bullshit, it’s either happening or it’s not.

But with you it’s different.

You’re different.

Touya starts to obsess over you so slowly that he doesn’t even recognize it at first. All he knows is that he has to have you, he ghosts four of his whores in favor of being with you even though there wasn’t a guarantee that he would get in your pants. He just dropped the ones that he sought for sex only, the other half are still his clientele so he keeps those ones around, plus they're still decent lays. Keigo notices it, the way his friend talks over some girl that he hasn’t even fucked yet and letting go of four of his side whores has him thinking, ‘Wow, she must be something to get Touya’s attention this bad.’

The semester starts to come to an end and he still hasn’t bagged you yet, he calls you his doll but you haven’t let him play with you. He places one of his whores face down and ass up after she does a few lines, imagines that it’s you underneath him and what you might sound like and its your ass he’s grabbing. Touya can imagine it, you weak underneath him and begging for his cock but when the bitch under him whines out ‘Dabi’, he almost loses his boner. He tells her to shut the fuck up and bite the pillow, doesn’t want to hear her stupid sounds because he wants to envision you instead.

But even imagining you calling him Dabi feels wrong, Touya rolling off your pretty lips as he paints your insides white… it blows him over the edge.

In his mind that’s what he wants, but you don’t get the right to call him by his real name. He doesn’t know you like that so you’re just like everyone else for now, referring to him as Dabi. At some point he figures that this fixation he has on you will burn out soon. And yet Touya finds himself drawn further to you, wanting you more and more, doesn’t want you to wander too far away from him and wants to know who you’re with when he’s not by your side.

And he wanted to fuck you too, so fucking bad.

His first try was with a night cap at his place, the first time Touya ever had a girl over in his space. But it seems you know your limitation on alcohol and don’t let him pour you an extra drop, wanting to be able to drive yourself home and be in decent shape for your lectures. He smokes you up one day and it goes in a good direction, you were relaxed and sending him some good signals that lead to the two of you making out. It didn’t go further because he got a phone call from his mother that he couldn’t possibly ignore, but you thought ‘Oh a mama’s boy, that’s so sweet.’

It’s the third time that he finally gets you, playing music in his car that gets you in the mood and that gets you naked in his backseat. He doesn’t know what made you ready all of a sudden but he didn’t stop to ask as you fervently sucked him off. You were more riled up than him, so excited to get his dick and that eager look in your eye when you commanded him to blow your back out. And he sure did not disappoint, he never disappoints when it comes to his dick.

And a relationship persists forward to the surprise of both of you, liking each other more than you thought you would but there were no labels yet, Touya wasn’t used to having a girlfriend so he didn’t want to call you that at first and you weren’t sure if you wanted him to be your boyfriend. Neither of you really spoke about what you were to one another despite the attraction and the lazy build of emotions that neither of you were aware of in the beginning. All Touya knew was that he wanted you to be around him more and be waiting for him when he returned back to his apartment.

It’s difficult to say when mutual attraction turned into the of you catching feelings for one another. You and Touya were hooking up for a couple of weeks after the end of the semester of the one class you shared together, and while he was aware that you were a little disgruntled at him fucking the girls he sells to, he didn’t think it was that big of a deal at the time. Didn’t he make it obvious that you’re different from them and that he only cared about you? So what if he got his dick wet from other girls aside from you? He’d been doing it before he started seeing you but he always came back to you afterwards, so why were you so pissed?

“It’s just business doll.”

It wasn’t official between the two of you yet so there wasn’t much you could say at the time. You just figured that if Touya liked you so much then he would stop and Touya figured that since you liked him just as much then you would understand.

But Touya remembers that night when he left to go sell at another house party, trying to spend time with you before he had to leave but you wouldn’t let him. He knew you were mad again because he just came back from selling to one of his whores which meant that, ‘Yes, she offered her pussy when I got there so we fucked.’ He honestly did not understand where your jealousy was coming from. You were there, sitting in his apartment and spending nights in his bed, he was doing shit with you that he’d never done with anyone else and you were still getting mad at him.

How did you not get that you were different from the rest of them?

But Touya wasn’t going to put more effort into making you feel better when you didn’t want to be cheered up, so he left to do his usual thing.

And when he came back to his apartment earlier than expected, which was only one in the morning, he found that your car was not in the guest parking and therefore you were not waiting for him inside his home. He tried ringing you to find out if you went back to your place but it went straight to voicemail so he goes to your home in hopes that you would have been there instead. But you’re not there when he arrives and you don’t answer his texts and phone calls still don’t go through."Fucking bitch! Where the hell are you?"

Touya can stay up until three in the morning at most if he’s not on anything but that night was the only night he had ever stayed up by just being angry alone. He was riled up and emotions all over the place, hands shaking so bad that he needed to punch something, almost considered putting his fist through his wall. He was fucking furious because he knows immediately that you went out to be with someone else, went to get fucked by some scum because you wanted to be a vindictive little cunt about what happened earlier.

He had practically barged into Keigo’s place and shook him awake in his bed because he didn’t know who to turn to.

“She’s out getting fucked. I fucking know she is!”

“Wha-? Touya…” Keigo groggily sat up in his bed and brushed off Touya's hands off his shoulders, blonde hair a mess from tossing and turning but he gives his friend his undivided attention. He hadn’t met you yet, had only seen pictures and nudes of you that Touya shared with him, but he’s pretty shocked over how outraged Touya is. He’d never seen his friend get so worked up over one girl before, so it speaks volumes to him to see Touya so unhinged. “What makes you say that? Maybe she’s out with friends or something. Just because she’s not back in her place doesn’t mean that she’s getting with another dude.”

But Touya’s gut said otherwise and he insisted that it was right.

“Okay man, I’m going to put some things in perspective for you. I don’t know this girl but it’s obvious that you’re into her… like a lot, but I can’t really blame her for going out to be with someone else if that’s what she’s doing right now. She can still go do what she wants just as much as you can. If you guys haven’t defined what you are to one another, especially with how you operate, then you don’t have much of a right to be telling her what to do.”

Touya was livid when you returned to your apartment, angry that you had the audacity to be so spiteful with him and furious at the thought of you underneath someone that wasn’t him. It fucking hurt him because he didn’t fuck the whores to make you angry, they didn’t mean anything to him compared to you. But in the aftermath of hatefucking turning into lovemaking, he still mulled over Keigo’s advice, deciding that maybe it would make you happy to call you his girlfriend if it meant that you wouldn’t go behind his back again. You're his favorite, his number one, his only one, if reassuring is what he has to do then he'll put up with it as long as he doesn't have to say it too often. And fine, if it really bugged you that much then he decided to make it fair by giving you permission to sleep with who you wanted provided that you always came back to him the same that he did with you.

Except that after he put it out there, he immediately regretted putting the offer out but knew that a fight would surely begin if he decided to take it back. Once again the thought of you being with someone else had got his teeth grinding and gave him anxiety. You’re his fucking girl, his precious doll that deserved to be put on a throne and be given whatever you wanted. Touya wanted nothing more than to protect you from assholes who didn’t appreciate you like your dumbass ex-boyfriend.

“(Name)’s really great, I’m glad the two of you are together. Though are you sure you’re okay with her seeing other guys too? I know you said it to be fair to her but I see you get bent out of shape if she’s even around just one of her guy friends.” Keigo puffed on cigarette, tapping some of the excess ash off the tip before returning the filter to his lips. “You really going to be okay if she decides to get picked up by another dude?”

Touya let out a frustrated sigh as he lit his third cigarette in a row; you’d be pissed if you found out but he was fortunate that you would be out for a few hours so he had time to clean away the evidence. “They’re gonna treat her like shit, I know the assholes out there would but if I take it back, she’s going to get pissed. She didn’t even fucking apologize for fucking someone else behind my back. I don’t want her to be used by someone else, she’s not a whore.”

“Correction, you mean she’s your whore.”

The only one who understood his way of thinking was Keigo.

There’s a night where you sleep in your own apartment while Touya and Keigo sit outside your complex, leaning against his car and just looking at the balcony that they know is attached to your place. A six pack of beer sits on the hood of the car, two slots empty as they each hold a bottle in their hand. Keigo quietly admits to him, “I think I might like (Name) Touya. Like I think I like her a lot, more than just wanting to fuck her and more than just as a friend.”

Touya quietly takes in Keigo’s confession and just nods his head, still looking up at your balcony and hoping that you’re sleeping well. He’s never been involved with anyone else the way he’s been with you, you’re all he thinks about and wants to have. It’s more than just liking you, this instinct to care for you, this obsession and desire he feels over you, he calls it love, it must be love. He hesitantly admits back, “… I think I love her.”

“Wow…”

“Yeah, wow…”

“You really think you love her?” Keigo asked after polishing off his first beer. “What about that whole arrangement thing? If you tell her you love her, she might question you since, you know, you’re still fucking other girls. If you love her then she’ll expect you to be monogamous with her.”

“If she still takes me up on that arrangement, I don’t think I can handle it. Only people who love her should be allowed to fuck her.” In other words, only he should be the only one to have you. No one else loves you like Touya does, he’ll fucking kill any asshole that thinks they can use you as their fucktoy. When Keigo asks again about the other girls, he growls at him and tosses his bottle onto the concrete. “I’m fucking working on that, alright. I just… don’t know how to fucking commit. It’s too fucking hard to do this by myself.”

Keigo just pops the cap off another bottle and hands it to Touya. “Would it help if I joined the relationship? I’m sure we can work something out with (Name), provided she’s willing.”

Touya would observe you and Keigo together, you oblivious to his friend’s flirtations at times and mistaking it as him just being very friendly. He could see golden eyes wandering down your body, already knowing what you looked like without any clothes and how pretty you look when you’re gagging on a dick because Touya’s shown him your nudes and recorded videos of you. Keigo can try to hide and put up a front that he’s just lusting over you but Touya can see that his friend has got that little lovestruck glint in his eyes when he looks at you; and honestly, he’s not even upset about it. The vision of you and Keigo together, it makes him comfortable rather than the anxiety he feels when he thinks about you with someone else. They obsess over you together, you blissfully unaware of how tortured Keigo was sometimes that he couldn’t plow his cock into you because you saw him as just a friend.

So he takes up Keigo's offer.

He was hoping that the transition to introduce Keigo into the relationship would go smoother, but it only comes up after a fight when he brings you with him to a house party for the first time.

God, Touya didn’t mean what he said to you that night when you and Keigo rolled together; he was just frustrated because he didn’t know what he could do to show you that you meant more to him than you knew. No matter how much he reassured you, you kept on letting your stupid insecurities get in the way!

“C’mon man, one minute you’re telling me you love her and now all of a sudden you’re breaking up with her?” Keigo scolds him, unaware that you leave the both of them behind and duck into the house.

“I’m not trying to break up with her! I’m just— fuck, she just doesn’t get that… fuck!”

He’s at a loss of words, he doesn’t want to be mad at you but you couldn’t get over your hangups over the side whores. They weren’t his other girlfriends, not his side bitches, or anything like that. Touya literally only sees them for probably twenty minutes max on the occasion they hit him up, nothing compared to all the time dedicated to you. They can claw at his dick however much they want, that’s all they want from him anyway aside from the pills and powders he sells to them. If it gets them to shut up then fine, but Touya will never spend a second longer with them when he’s finished using them. He doesn’t give a fuck if they whine about not cumming, he never promised them an orgasm when he gives the whores his cock.

He obsesses over you, not them; he cares for you, not them; he only wants you, not them.

Stop being jealous, it's just you!

Keigo finally talks him down but they realize that you’re not around.

Touya searches the outside perimeter of the house while Keigo searches inside. You’re rolling, barely able to take care of yourself and they have no idea where you are. All the worst case scenarios run through his head like you wandering into the night and getting kidnapped, hit by a car while walking down the road, he wonders if you’re still at the house and possibly getting raped because you can’t fight back if someone forces themselves on you. He drives himself crazy with his own imagination and you won’t answer your fucking phone!

To his relief Keigo informs him that he found you locked inside one of the bedrooms, having mixed cocaine, ecstasy, and alcohol because you were upset about what happened. He’s a veteran, Touya’s mixed plenty of times within his boundaries of tolerance but you’ve never done it before so he worries instantly for your wellbeing. The only thing that he can think of what to do to help you is to bring you a fresh bottle of water, you’re probably dehydrated as hell.

He feels awkward as hell when he arrives to the room, standing off to the side as Keigo fusses over you. He’s able to comfort you with the right words in your state of mind, adding in kisses and sweet caresses to your body to help calm you, something that Touya feels unable to do at the moment. But Keigo fixes you up and nods for him to approach you, a little hurt that you whine for Keigo to stay.

But he has to admit his mistake, that he should have been more attentive to you when he brought you with him, even if he trusted Keigo to look over you the entire time. You’re upset, of course you’re upset with him, and he doesn’t want you to be mad at him anymore. So he decides to give you a right he should have bestowed to you a long time ago, you’re not allowed to call him Dabi anymore. It’s the only way he knows to make it up to you and show you that you’re important to him.

Don’t be mad at me anymore babydoll, I’m yours.

You’re a stubborn little thing at first, still insisting on calling him Dabi but he made you come around. His name falling from your lips just sounds so perfect, it sounds right as you choke up on pleasure and come undone with a scream of his name.

Touya imagines that night you went behind his back because you were mad at him, freezing for just a quick moment that you would do the same thing the next time you became angry with him, except now he had given you full permission. You hadn’t taken advantage of the arrangement and didn’t seek anyone out so far, he’s thankful for that, but he has to lock down Keigo into the relationship so that he can secure you.

Touya literally walked out of the house earlier to find you and Keigo making out, surely you can’t believe you can do that on ecstasy and still believe that everything is platonic. He has to put the truth out there, you deserve to know it, no one else would treat you so good like they would.

“He thinks you’re adorable. I talk about your pussy all the time with him. How fucking cute it is, how tight it gets when you get choked, and when you cum all over yourself. He wants to fuck you open so bad.”

“Touya, don’t say that! He’s just a friend!”

“A friend who wants to fuck you.”

He probably could have been more eloquent with his words but he gets his point across to you regardless.

“I gave you permission to fuck who you want doll, Keigo is not the worst person you could choose. In fact, I’d like it if he were the one to keep you warm for me.”

And he can see how realization hits you, Keigo further supporting the claim by coming onto you as well. What you used to perceive his actions as friendly, you thought otherwise now. It’s a truth that you can’t unlearn now that he’s put it out there, but he hopes that you fucking take the bait. If you reject Keigo coming into the relationship, he truly won’t be able to handle the possibility of you seeking someone else out.

He’d fucking go crazy.

That is not an exaggeration.

Everything goes smoothly though, you returning hand in hand with Keigo with that cute, embarrassed look on your face when you asked where the ‘proper threesome’ should take place. He doesn’t know what Keigo said to you or what you said to him in order to reach the desired conclusion but he doesn’t care, it doesn’t matter because he got what he wanted.

You’re right where Touya wants you.

It feels good to know that when he’s out, Keigo is there to be with you in his place.

Everything feels perfect when he’s with you, he won’t lose you to anyone, you’re so fucking good for him, so fucking loyal to him and Keigo that even when you have your own doubts, you fall in line with what he wants anyway. He knows what’s best for you, what you need and what you don’t need. You don’t have to worry about anything because you’re watched over and cared for. He cares for you all the time like when you’re drunk, high, rolling, cross faded, sick, depressed, and everything in between.

But admittedly there are moments when his own anxiety gets the best of him, sometimes Touya looks at you and suddenly wants to run to the hills. He pops a few oxys to try to calm him down sometimes but they’re not always effective. When the pills don’t help, he hopes one of the whores hits him up to ask for a pill or a baggy and he can pretend that he’s living his old life before you came along because that’s what he’s most familiar with. He thinks you’re too good to be true at times and he follows the instinct to self sabotage by still returning to the whores. And every single time without fail when he returns to you, he feels his chest constrict as soon as you’re in his sights.

It’s no secret to you when he goes out to see them, he comes back smelling like artificial fruit or sweet candy, and he sees how you bristle when he tries to come near you. You’re angry at him but choose to remain silent because it’s an argument that’s long exhausted, he feels guilty that he still can’t commit himself to you fully but swears that one day it will happen. One day he’ll defeat that monster inside him that tempts him to ruin everything he’s built with you. But until then, Touya wants to make it up to you every single time. Food and drinks are an easy way to placate you but his favorite is when you agree to house roll with him because no matter what you end up gravitating to him during the roll and lean on him during your come down.

Sensual make outs while on ecstasy when you’ve reached the peak and then comfortable silence during the come down as you wallow together in a brief period of depression, it’s when he feels the closest to you.

And you don’t know this because he hasn’t been ready to say anything, but he’s already told you that he loves you.

The first time he says it, it’s past the six month mark of the relationship and just a little after Keigo is inducted into it as well. Nothing special in particular had happened to make him say it, you went to bed early because you stayed up way too late the night before and you just needed the extra hours of rest. He smoked a joint to relax, hopped in the shower to clean up, and he tip toed quietly in the room to make sure he didn’t disturb you. You barely flinched as he turned on the light in the room, unaware at how much Touya stared down at you as you slept. He took in your features and marvels at how peaceful you look when you’re asleep.

“I love you.” he says for the first time to you out loud.

You shift a little and emit a quiet, nondescript sound and he panics briefly that you might have heard him. Relief floods through him as you simply mumble and nuzzle the pillow, continuing to rest and none the wiser to the confession that Touya spoke into the air. But a weight is off his shoulders as he climbs into bed with you and is ready to sleep alongside you.

So he tells you he loves you when he knows you can’t hear him like when you’re deep in slumber, when you have your headphones on and just blast your music, or just right when you walk out the door after kissing him goodbye. He’s brave enough in those moments to say it but not brave enough to actually tell you just yet.

There’s one night where he thought you were going to say it first, and if that was the case then Touya would happily reciprocate it back.

You were hanging onto him for dear life as Touya rammed his cock into you, your hands clutching his shoulders and the back of your head digging into the mattress with your back arched off the bed. Touya had been mean to you all night by edging you, pulling out just as you’re about ready to burst and relishes in your desperate cries. You promise him you’ll do anything he wants but please please please, don’t just leave you like this. It’s only when you’re at your most desperate that Touya decided to give you the orgasm he’d been denying you.

“Such a desperate fucking whore. Were you thinking about my cock the entire day you were out?” Touya growled into your neck before nipping down on a sensitive spot as he jackhammers his dick into your pussy. “You were fucking drenched in your panties when you walked through that door. You love my dick so much that you think about it all the time huh?”

Your hands clutch onto his shoulders and Touya’s hips move to fuck you until you pass out from cumming so hard. You’ve been fucked stupid plenty of times and you just blearily look up at him as he utterly uses you to his satisfaction. There are plentiful memories of when you’ve told him you loved his dick in the frenzy of the moment, nothing but praises for his cock and how good he rams it in and out of you. It’s so fucking cute when you’re dick drunk and you slur out all your words. But Touya swears that you say it a little bit differently, straining his ears to make sure he heard you right. His hips don’t falter in their pace but he wants to know that he’s hearing what he thinks he’s hearing.

“I love… it…. cock… I love… yo…” shaky breaths leave your lips, shuddering gasps as your whole body trembles at what is sure to be an earth shattering orgasm. “S’fucking good… love ih… Love… yo— ahhh!”

Your whole body tenses and your back arches off the bed as high as your body allows, toes curling as you cum all over Touya’s cock and he cums alongside you. But even in the wreckage of your orgasm, you’re still choking out those breathless words that he was straining to comprehend just a few seconds ago. He wanted you to enunciate more, he should have slapped your cheek and made you speak clearly otherwise he would edge you again but the idea comes much too late now that you’re a boneless, brain fucked mess beneath him with his cum leaking out of you.

He fucked you too good, you’re asleep within seconds after Touya pulls out of your pussy and he’s a little disappointed that he couldn’t draw those words out of you.

Turquoise blue eyes look down at you, so vulnerable and pretty right before him. You look perfect and so comfortable in his bed that for a few seconds he’s inconceivably happy. You’re completely unaware of the power you have over him, how easily you could kill him without even trying. He’ll break if you leave him and he’ll break you if you try to leave him.

Don’t leave me.

You stay curled up in the bed and snuggled into his pillow even though you have your own on your side of the bed. A few minutes have passed and Touya thinks it’s safe to say it again, confess his heart into the silence of the room and while you’re unconscious to avoid being vulnerable; he’s just not ready yet. It would make his life so much easier if you said it first out loud but he also thinks that it would make you really happy if he were to say it first.

He knows you’ll be happy once the words are put out there, whether he says it first or you do.

Until then, he says it quietly and in the safety of his room while you rest peacefully.

“I love you.”

[nohoney]

I Just Want It To Be Us - 1.3

warnings: 18+, threesome, rough sex, slight dubcon, slight drug use, toxic relationships, angsty-ish

summary: 

“Say his name dove, call out his name.” Keigo’s voice is much more gentle compared to your boyfriend’s. “Touya, say it.”

Touya, Keigo says it so easily. You remember the frown on Dabi’s face when professors would call him by his real name for attendance, clear as day that he hated being addressed by it. No one outside his family calls him Touya except for Keigo… and now you.

1.1 ✧ 1.2  ✧ 1.3

Come downs fucking suck.

You, Dabi and Keigo stay at your apartment to rest up after leaving the party. You feel disgusting being up for so long, you wash up first in your bathroom followed by Dabi and then Keigo. You lend Keigo spare clothes that your boyfriend leaves behind in your home, Dabi already comfortable grabbing what he needs from the drawers you cleared out for his stuff. They tend to you, fuss over you, smother you in affection when you want it and give you space when you’re irritated. You’re not as used to rolling like the two other veterans so your come down takes a little longer compared to Keigo who still popped the other half of his tablet of ecstasy that same night and sobered up much quicker than you did off the two quarters you took.

They press ice packs to your neck and back, trying to cool you down, and get you to drink as much water as you can. Keigo hands you sticks of gum, once again reminding you to unclench your jaw and to focus chewing on the gum while Dabi massages you up and down. You’ve been up for more than 24 hours, your appetite still hasn’t returned yet, but you’re at least feeling half way normal enough where the boys deem it safe for you to sleep off the rest of the come down.

The bed in your room was too small for three people to lay in together, so Dabi flattened your sofa to make it into a bed to fit all of them, a feature you had no idea your sofa could do until he messed around with it one day. Keigo grabs the pillows and blankets from your room to make everyone comfortable. You settle in between them, Keigo on your left and Dabi on your right, and they both send you off to sleep with kisses and saccharine words to lull you.

By the time you wake up, you feel almost normal. You’re craving slightly for more ecstasy but you know better than to ask for more and you still have to remind your body to not clench its jaw so hard. Your teeth ache so much and you wonder what sounds good to eat, probably something soft what with how your jaw feels at the moment.

“Morning doll.”

Dabi’s awake, muting the television and looking down at you, still looking all disgruntled from staying up all night and your body struggling to sober up. He still thinks you’re cute though and he leans over to peck your lips.

“Hm… Keigo?” you ask, stretching your body beneath the blankets.

“Still sleeping, he’s right next to you.” Dabi points out.

True to what he says, Keigo is sleeping comfortably with one hand folded behind his head and the other on his stomach. Even when he’s sleeping, he still poses like a cool guy.

You shimmy over to Dabi, settling your head on his chest and humming in appreciation as he pets the top of your head. It feels like what happened at the house party was so long ago but it only happened just a few hours ago. Your sense of time was really fucked at the moment, feeling like you were in another year and in another dimension. It might be the come down that’s fucking with you too, the mix of alcohol and ecstasy and cocaine is not exactly a good combination. You’re not sure how Dabi and Keigo have been doing this and still function the way they do.

Dabi is silent as he unmutes the tv so he can continue watching his show but his hand hasn’t stopped petting your hair.

The conversation at the party comes to mind.

“Dabi.” you call him.

“Touya.” he quickly corrects you.

So he was serious after all.

“Touya.” you say this time, looking up at him expectedly.

“Yes doll?”

You take a quiet breath before asking, “You really meant what you said, about me being the most important to you? Does being called your girlfriend actually carry any merit to you?”

Dabi sighs through his nose, hating to have this conversation again, but he does it for you.

“It’s been that way this entire time doll. I told you before, you’re my favorite and my number one, the things I do for you I haven’t done for anyone else before. If I didn’t want you around me then we wouldn’t be doing this right now, wouldn’t have invested all this time and energy on you. You should see how the whores beg me to stay after I’m done with them but I don’t ever. They’re jealous of you doll, they think that buying more from me is going to somehow make me leave you. They’ll OD first before that ever happens.”

You bite back the question that wants to leave your mouth.

But do you have to fuck them while they buy from you?

It’s a legitimate question to put out there but even if you do say it, Dabi won’t relent and he’ll say the same thing all over again just like that first fight you ever had about it. You hate knowing that he has side whores, customers, whatever the fuck they are to him. You hate knowing that he’s not going to stop, even if you ask. You hate it so much and yet you can’t bring yourself to just break it off with him.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Dabi pulls the blankets off your body and makes you lie flat on your back, whispering more sweet words how you’re so fucking perfect for him, that he doesn’t want anyone else the way he wants you, that he’s never let any of his side whores ever call him by his real name, only you get that privilege. He kisses at your neck, his hands easily pulling your pajama bottoms down along with your panties and tossing them aside. His fingers gently play with your clit, making you whine and turn your head to the side, Keigo still sleeping peacefully next to you.

“Dab-” you stop yourself just in time and address him properly in a harsh whisper, “T-Touya, Keigo is right next to us! Just take me to the bedroom!”

“Relax doll, it wouldn’t be first time Keigo’s seen me get my dick wet. Besides, it’d be pretty rude of us to have him wake up alone. If you want him to keep on resting then you better keep your cute voice down.” Dabi chuckles as he sinks two fingers into your pussy, knuckle deep and so achingly good. He pushes your legs open and palms his cock with his other hand through his jeans, the big bulge straining against the fabric. You eye it hungrily, anticipating the way he’ll stretch your pussy and really make you whine for him. Every single time without fail, every time Dabi fucks your pussy you’re tight at first and then his cock leaves you gaping open by the time he’s done with you. You’re left a quivering mess but you ask for more, beg for more, you beg for Dabi.

His fingers curl into you just the way you like, the way that makes you a babbling mess, the intensity building so much so that you realize-

You grab Dabi’s wrist to still him, eyes pleading up at him. “Don’t make me squirt! Not here! Not with Keigo here!”

A quick dart to the side and you see that Keigo still hasn’t moved or stirred at all.

Dabi tuts in annoyance but acquiesces nonetheless, though not without giving you a penalty.

“Alright doll, prep yourself then. Make yourself nice and stretched out for my cock to rail you.” he commands you.

You widen your legs, careful to not brush them against Keigo, and reach one hand down to finger yourself while the other stimulates your clit. You’ve masturbated plenty of times by yourself to make yourself cum, knowing what you like and where you like it. But it’s different when your lover does it for you, its different when their fingers are longer and fatter, reaching places you’re not able to on your own or without a toy. It’s different playing with yourself with those intense turquoise eyes set on you, it’s different with that long cock just right there in the palm of his hand and your pussy quivering and leaking at the sight of it.

You bite down on your bottom lip and trying to keep all your sounds in. You don’t want Keigo to wake up to how horny and needy you sound for Dabi and you beg once more to be taken to the bedroom.

Dabi just chuckles at how pathetic you sound and slaps your hands away from your pussy, lining himself up against your sweet hole. He slowly pushes him and you arch your back at the fucking stretch of him inside you. “Would you really hate it that much if Keigo saw you like this (Name)? Whining like a bitch in heat and spreading your legs like the little slut you know you are? All those people at the house party probably thought you were a slut, feeling each other up, sitting on his lap and then making out with him before getting switched over to me.”

“We were rolling! I wasn’t-” you try to explain yourself but Dabi hushes you.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me doll, I’m not mad about it. I thought it was cute that you were all over him. I know the two of you were rolling, ecstasy makes us all extra lovey with each other, but you know that he wants to fuck you too?” Dabi tells you, pushing himself in until he’s balls deep. “He thinks you’re adorable. I talk about your pussy all the time with him. How fucking cute it is, how tight it gets when you get choked, and when you cum all over yourself. He wants to fuck you open so bad.”

Your body quivers as Dabi slowly moves his hips, his cock dragging inside your pussy until he leaves just the tip and thrusts back inside you. “Touya, don’t say that! He’s just a friend!”

“A friend who wants to fuck you.” Dabi snickers at your expression, shocked and embarrassed at the revelation. “I gave you permission to fuck who you want doll, Keigo is not the worst person you could choose. In fact, I’d like it if he were the one to keep you warm for me.”

You can’t believe that your boyfriend is telling you all this while he’s fucking you silly with his closest friend literally asleep beside you.

You don’t want to hear anymore about Keigo, you can barely keep your mind focused as Dabi rails you and you’re trying to keep your sounds in. Dabi won’t muffle you with his hand, he’s loving seeing you struggle to contain yourself. He pushes your shirt up, tells you he wants to see your tits bounce while fucking you. You try to keep in your whines as he shamelessly gropes you, still keeping the rhythm of his thrusts without issue. His hands feel good, one groping your breast while the other plays with your clit. It feels so good and you beg for more as you open your legs for Dabi, your hands holding the back of your knees and splayed open for him.

“You starting to feel good doll? Finally losing your mind over this cock?” Dabi asks with that trademark snarky smirk of his.

“Ugh yes, feels good Touya… I love it! I love your cock!” you whine as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Now you’re losing it, awash in the pleasure that Dabi is generously bestowing upon you when he feels like being nice. Most of the time he likes to bully you a little and really work you up until you can’t take it anymore. You figure it’s not the case this time considering the fight you had not too long ago, so he’s just trying to make it up to you this way.

He really did suck at apologies.

You hate having to keep quiet like this, you wish that you could just moan out loud but you can’t! Dabi’s fucking you hard and fast, like he’s really working to make you lose your composure but it’s already embarrassing that you didn’t fight Dabi hard enough to fuck you in the bedroom. You yelp when you feel a hard pinch to your nipple and you open your eyes to whine at Dabi but you look down to see an extra hand groping your other breast.

Your head snaps to the side to see that Keigo is awake, fisting his cock with his other hand while the other one is reached over and plays with your tit. Surprise does not even begin to describe what you feel, you’re embarrassed that were caught but you quiver in arousal as well.

“Hello dove, hope you don’t mind but I just wanted a little touch.” Keigo beams a smile at you that leaves you flustered. He’s acting like you just caught him raiding your fridge, so nonchalant like he usually is.

“K-Keigo?! Wh-When did you-! Ohhh, fuck!” your hands drop the back of your knees as your back arches and clench your fists.

“Oh damn, she just came… hard.” Dabi is surprised himself, so much so that he even stopped moving inside you. But the shock doesn’t last long and a laugh bubbles out of him. “I think she fucking likes having you around Keigo.”

“Aw I’m flattered.” Keigo laughs and gives the tit in his hand a little squeeze.

“Y-You two…!” you whine in the condition you’re in and hide your face in your hands.

Dabi just pats your head and looks over to Keigo, nodding his head towards you and asking,”Wanna have a go?”

You clench around Dabi when he offers you to Keigo but he doesn’t say anything of it.

Keigo takes his hand back and waves it nonchalantly. “I think I’m cool with just watching, do your thing Touya.”

“Suit yourself.” Dabi says with a shrug as he reaches for you shirt and pulls it off your body and then throwing it over his shoulder. Next he grabs your wrists, holding them together in one hand and pinning them above your head. He’s left you completely vulnerable and open in this position and normally you’d love it, the power he holds over you and making you helpless mess before him. But it’s different with Keigo right there, his honey colored eyes watching you with an intensity that you weren’t used to seeing on him.

It’s pretty obvious on your face that you’re uncomfortable with an extra set of eyes watching you. You start to squirm as Keigo moves closer to you, sitting on his knees and looking down at you with his hand still jerking his cock. You’re shy now with him so close by, turning your head away and clenching your eyes shut.

As if they’d let you shy away from them.

Keigo grips your chin with his free hand and forces you to look up at the both of them. You can’t shake him off and Dabi holds your wrists tight in his hold; you’re trapped and helpless but it makes you shamefully horny for the both of them.

“Don’t turn away, little dove.” Keigo coos to you.

“Come on doll, look at us.” Dabi grunts as he resumes moving his hips into you. You groan beneath him and still try to wriggle free from his his hold, whining quietly from how powerless you are in this moment. “What are you holding back for (Name)? Keigo’s awake now, you don’t have to keep in your sounds anymore. That was the whole point of you keeping quiet from before.”

Keigo grins at you and tenderly rubs his thumb against your cheek, his hand still holding your chin to keep your head straight forward. “How considerate of you dove, trying to keep in your noises so that I could sleep. Well as you can see I’m wide awake so there’s no need for you to hold back anymore.”

No, no! It’s still too embarrassing! You’re barely still registering Dabi’s words from before, telling you that apparently Keigo has been wanting to fuck you this entire time! Everything is happening too fast and your mind is spinning.

Dabi won’t stand for you to hold back though, when he tells you to stop holding back, you better do as he says. So he puts power into his thrusts, fucking his cock into you so rough and fast that you’re left breathless for a few seconds before finally moaning out loud. Your cries are so sweet to their ears and they encourage you even more, praise you for sounding so cute and being so good for them.

The hand that was holding your chin releases you and once again grips one of your tits, roughly squeezing and adding to the onslaught of pleasure that you can barely withstand.

“I can hear you cumming from here (Name), you sound so fucking wet.” Keigo tells you, fisting his cock even harder. “Are you cumming a lot?”

“Yes, yes! I’m cumming so fucking much!” you cry out as your toes begin to curl in pleasure.

“Who’s the one making you cum so much (Name)? Fucking say it.” Dabi orders you, his thrusts becoming more harsh and the grip on your wrists tightening. He’s getting ready to cum but he needs you to be the one to trigger it. “Say my fucking name!”

“Say his name dove, call out his name.” Keigo’s voice is much more gentle compared to your boyfriend’s. “Touya, say it.”

Touya, Keigo says it so easily. You remember the frown on Dabi’s face when professors would call him by his real name for attendance, clear as day that he hated being addressed by it. No one outside his family calls him Touya except for Keigo… and now you.

“Say it doll, say my name!”

His command is punctuated with a sharp slap to your face.

You’ve always called him Dabi from the very first time you met him. He’s always been Dabi to you, now he tells you that you’re special enough to address him by his birth name, his true moniker.

Dabi.

Touya.

Dabi.

Touya.

Dabi.

Touya… Touya, Touya, Touya…

“Touya!” you cry out. “Touya, Touya, I’m cumming!”

It’s so sweet how you cry out his real name, it makes him all the more enthused as he ruts into you. His cock desecrates you, leaves you in ruin as he jams himself one last time into you, balls deep as he cums so deep inside you and so much spilling out from him that it overflows and leaks out of your abused pussy.

At the same time Keigo spurts his cum all over your breasts, groaning alongside you as well.

It’s a real bonding moment you didn’t expect.

You’re left exhausted once again, this time for completely different reasons. Your wrists are released and you stretch them out languidly, flexing your fingers briefly before bringing them down to your chest. You gather some of Keigo’s cum on the tips of your fingers and bring it to your mouth to sample the taste, humming in pleasant surprise that it’s not that bitter.

Two fingers swipe at the cum leaking out of your pussy and is presented in front of you. You open your mouth and taste the familiar essence of your boyfriend in your mouth, less pleasant than Keigo’s but it’s not unwelcome.

“Looks like you could use some more rest. Go ahead and sleep dove, we’ll take care of you.” Keigo assures you before leaning down and giving you a lingering kiss.

“Rest up doll.”

You hum absently and moan lightly when you feel Touya’s hand caress your cheek, curling into his touch and falling asleep.

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Touya offers his joint to you after he takes a hit but you decline, waving it away from you and leaning against his shoulder. The breeze carries the smoke your way but it doesn’t bother you much, you just don’t feel like taking anything right now. “I need a fucking detox, I still feel like I’m trying to sober up from last week.”

“You didn’t even do that much doll. You got halfway through the gram and only had a half of the tab I gave you from the day before, it’s not much. I say you took it easy on yourself, you could have done more.” Touya tells you, reminding you once again that he has a longer history of drug use compared to you.

You roll your eyes and playfully shove at his shoulder. “I’m still a baby when it comes to this stuff alright. So stop making fun of me, it’s not nice.”

It’s best not to mention that you honestly could have finished up the rest of the gram of coke and the rest of the tab of ecstasy if you hadn’t gotten upset and had that fight with Touya.

Your boyfriend puts his arm around your shoulder to pull you close, his lips pressing tenderly against your forehead before leaning down to peck you on the lips. You get the feeling that he’s still playing the role of the extra nice boyfriend, seeing as he hasn’t gone out as much when his customers hit him up, still trying to make it up to you from what happened at the house party. He hasn’t said an actual ‘I’m sorry’ to you, you’re not sure if it’s even in his vocabulary.

Apparently it’s just easier to just give you the extra special princess treatment rather than vocalize an apology, though you won’t complain about it too much for now.

You’ve let it go for now, Touya pretty much swept the fight under the rug for the time being. He didn’t offer an apology, as he usually doesn’t. He once again just had to assure you that the other girls mean nothing to him, that you’re so special and dear to him that you get to call him Touya while to them he’s just Dabi; it’s just you he allows in his bed and he always goes back to you when he’s done with them. He tells you how sweet his name sounds falling from your lips and it wouldn’t be the same if it were anyone else. It’s not an actual fix to the issue, you’re very aware of that, but you can’t help but swoon how Touya really did make you feel special by giving you the privilege of addressing him by his real name.

“I’m going to go to Keigo’s, his Adderall finally wore off so he’s done studying for midterms.”

“I don’t see why Keigo takes it, he’s already a good student when he’s sober. He’s almost got a perfect grade point average.” you point out.

Touya finishes his joint before tossing the roach and grinding his shoe into it make sure it’s out. “It’s just that extra boost he needs whenever he needs to buckle down, I know he doesn’t look it but he actually fusses over his studies a lot. I’m heading over now, come with me doll.”

The last time you saw Keigo was when your come down was finally over. Touya stayed behind with you but Keigo had departed your apartment with a quick kiss to your lips before heading out the door. You still think about Touya’s words from before, about Keigo’s apparent interest in you but you don’t think you’re quite ready to bring it up just yet. In the meantime you can pretend like he never told you anything and give yourself a bit more time to think over what your relationship is with Keigo.

Keigo being an option for you never really crossed your mind before…

Your phone rings from your pocket and you pull it out to see that you’re getting a call from your mother, you haven’t spoken to her in a while so you know that you should answer it. “I’ll just see you back at your place Touya.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, turquoise eyes set firmly on you and you can see that he wants you to reconsider.

The phone continues to ring.

“Yeah, I’m sure."

He nods his head and kisses your cheek before walking off.

When he’s far away enough, you finally answer your mother’s phone call. She’s wondering why you haven’t called her lately and you apologize to her. You’re just busy with school, work isn’t being too hard on you, you’re eating just fine, and nothing is really wrong at the moment. She asks you if you’ve been on any dates recently, wants to know if you’re seeing a nice man who’s studying in a good major and has a bright future.

“You deserve a good man to take care of you sweetie.” she tells you and you hum in agreement, your eyes looking in the direction where Touya was walking, already long gone from your vision. “A nice man to take care of my dear girl.”

She’d be disappointed if she saw you with Touya, but she’d be more disappointed in you for choosing him.

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Part 2: You and Me (And Him)