#m.touya

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WAAUUUGHFHFHFHFHFHHHGG HES SO PRETTY

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and if I kms……

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OHHH MY FUCKING GOD NOBODY TOUCH ME

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yes yes touya is experiencing a ‘slow death’ if by slow death you mean being 32 years old and unemployed and living in his successful happily married younger brothers spare bedroom

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whenever I remember that touya uses first names for his family to distance himself from them but still calls rei ‘mom’ I feel like walking into the ocean never to be seen again

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Todoroki Shouto has been your skate partner for many years now. His father paired you together in early childhood, and over time a pleasant friendship quietly blossomed as you endured rigorous training and competitions together. Even after he broke away from Enji’s iron grip and sought a new coach, you followed right behind him.

Growing together led to spending time with his family, too. You were steadily integrated, little by little, until it was entirely normal for you to have a set of spare keys to his mothers house. His eldest brother, Touya, was a taciturn presence amongst the siblings that ironically demanded the most attention. Rough around the edges and quick witted. All long limbs, lithe muscle and a narrow waist, you easily recognised a subtle gentility in his movements that can only be attributed to skaters.

The topic of Touya’s dead skating career was off limits. You learned that very quickly.

He always waited until the rink was completely empty to show himself. You’d feel the sharp pressure of his gaze rooted at your back as you glided across the ice, intertwined in Shouto’s capable hands, moving together like two enraptured swans. Sometimes your balance would waver as you stretched your neck to look through the stands; to look for him, find his keen blue eyes and search for what thoughts lie behind them.

Watching him warm up in solitude, you couldn’t help but think the world had laid him to rest before his time. He shed his form and became one with the ice. Your ears prick at the sound of the blades as he slides, his loose white t-shirt billowing with the quick turn, flashing slivers of pale skin and scar tissue. The muscles in his thighs strained in the confines of his leggings as he took off to jump, wing span broad and beautiful, body suspended in the air.

There’s a lump forming in your throat. It didn’t matter if he was out of practice, or that his step sequences were unrefined. Touya burned on the ice with passion — he threw away his shame and took every leap without fear, because he was determined to do it. Because he knew he deserved better.

Poised like a prima ballerina, Touya grabs the edge of his blade and bends his leg high, changing the trajectory of his spin. For a few short minutes he is a soft blur, and then he deftly alters his footing, pushing off into another lap of the rink.

His speed increases. Though you’re meant to be hiding, curiosity urges you forward towards the front of the stands. Your hands grip the railing, sucking in a sudden breath as you recognise what it is he’s trying to do.

A quadruple axel.

Touya lands hard and barely maintains his balance, forcing a stunned gasp from your lungs. It was clumsy and amateur, yet perfectly imperfect. The bright fluorescent lights reflect on the ice, exaggerating the mottled pink cutting across his cheeks, and the expression on his face can only be described as serene. Your heart hammers with excitement as if you were right beside him.

Maybe you should feel some modicum of guilt. It was a little too easy to envision yourself there with him. Shouto is a wonderful partner, a man hard to come by. He skates like he was born for it.

But figure skating is brutal, a dangerous and painful sport that is cleverly masked by its elegance and beauty — just like Touya. As he sinks to his knees with his head tipped back, releasing a loud, exhilarated laugh, you can’t help but think:

Touya skates like he’s in love with it.

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getting into a petty argument with touya and him holding ur favourite plushie over the open flame in his hand like it’s a public execution

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hey can y’all watch him for me I gotta go do smth

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the loves of my life. look at them. and then look again

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dabi does this fight or flight thing where he tries to convince you he’s a big bad monster that I shouldn’t love and it’s like… is the monster in the room with us right now

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dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi dabi

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pls your honour he is just little guy he has never done anything wrong in his life he was only expressing his feelings </3

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in absolute agony over my mans suffering but also over his ridiculously narrow waist

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dabi looks like this to me. pov you just told dabi you love him

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shouto stands outside touya’s cell window with his face blank and arms arcing over his head into a heart and in the distance there are two pale scarred hands pressed against the bars with their middle fingers up

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Un-Follow Me Now, This Is Gonna Be the Only Thing I Post About For The Next Week. Ive Wanted This For Years Fuck. What The Fuck