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A New End: The End

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

This series contains: gn/afab reader, angst, violence, mentions of blood/injuries, cussing, smut, spoilers. i think this is the longest part but it moves fast with the assumption you’re familiar enough with the manga, a lot was taken out to make it readable and non repetitive.

previous - this is part 8

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|\/\/\| the end |/\/\/|

Tomura is once more learning what it's like to have your quirk. All week, he’s been struggling to keep things from people for the sake of not changing how they feel and thus altering your chosen future. You, on the other hand, are learning a bit of what it's like to be him by having to make sure you never touch anyone without thinking and accidentally share that information with them yourself. 

Fortunately for you both, league members have been pretty scattered, working on their own projects and tasks while a few people recover from their injuries. Tomura included. 

Tomura, he’s been spending a lot of time attempting to be somewhat restful while still managing the planning process. It’s nice being around him again, especially after spending a month and a half mostly apart while he was fighting Gigantomachia. Still, he has a lot of sleep to catch up on while he recovers so your hangouts are typically short and low energy. 

He’s proven himself to be a good boyfriend, in his own way. Now that you know you’re together, you notice the more subtle details. How he tries to do nice things for you, having never been given a framework for what that should look like. Things like staying up a bit later just to spend a few extra minutes around you, even if he's groggy and trying to hide a bad mood. Grabbing your favorite drink and bringing it back just because he saw it. and thought of you. 

Today, he has some free time and decided to spend it laying around listening to music together.

“Is having your quirk always like this?” Tomura asks, while laying side by side with you on the almost too comfortable bed in your room at the mansion. 

“Not always, but yeah. Sometimes.”

“How do you handle that, knowing something bad will happen to someone and letting it… just happen?”

“You saw the alternatives. It's that or let them die,” you roll onto your side, propping your head on your elbow to face him.

“Yeah. It's just hard,” he mumbles quietly. “I knew I’d have to make big decisions in this but it doesn’t always sit right.”

“Wait,” you exclaim, sitting upright. “You care about everyone. Don't you?”

“No,” he grumbles defensively, looking away. “I just think they should be able to make their own choices. That's all.”

“Because you care about them. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have picked this plan,” you move into his space more than you have all week. With your face hovering so close to his that your noses are almost touching, you continue. Whispering, “don't worry. I won't tell anyone the guy who hates everything likes his friends now.”

“Shut up,” he groans. 

“Make me,” you say without thinking. 

And he does. Pressing up the tiniest amount, he catches your lips with his. Biting your bottom lip to pull you back to the bed with him, he continues to kiss you so sweetly that you almost forget about everything else. 

 |\/\/\| five days before the end |/\/\/|

A few months pass, allowing you all the time to rest, heal, and grieve in ways that you didn’t know you needed. With the exception of a few bandages and lingering limps here and there, you’re all in much better shape than before.

Which is why it’s time to move forward.

For a while now, you and Tomura have been referring to the plan he came up with as. "The End," because, in a lot of ways, it's the end of many things. The name is understandably lost on nearly everyone else, in a way that's concerning to some of them.

As a group, you gather in a meeting room to send messages to prisons, hospitals, and the hero commission. Threats. Anonymous tips. Awareness of loopholes and security oversights. With the resources of the Paranormal Liberation Front at your disposal, this is quite easy. They’ve been tracking things like this for ages. Now, there's finally a reason to use that information. 

“So,” Toga asks, “why are we sending them tips on buffing up their security if we want to destroy hero society? Isn't that the opposite of what we want?”

“It is, but we have to because it’s the only way to get them to move high profile prisoners to another location,” you answer.

“And that is important because…?” Spinner asks.

“You’re the Stain simps, you tell me,” Tomura grates over the table, awkwardly sealing an envelope while still not used to the prosthetic fingers. You nod in agreement. Toga’s eyes grow as she hurriedly finishes a letter. Spinner eyes him skeptically, but continues to work.

Tomura looks to the end of the table at Twice, “tell that hero you’ve been talking to that we’ll be attacking UA through the forest nearby as soon as the sun goes down on April third.”

“That’s not the right location?” Twice scratches his head, “Or is it?”

Dabi heaves a massive sigh before pinching the bridge of his nose, “that’s the point, idiot. If he shows up there and he brings heroes with him, he is playing you. It’s a test.” He mumbles under his breath after, “and it’s one less hero to worry about either way.”

“Ohhhh got it!” Twice exclaims, continuing to mutter to himself as he pulls out his phone and starts texting. 

Everything feels pretty normal again, the seven of you working together. The plan has been reiterated so many times by now that most of the group works quietly. Eventually someone offers to put music on, but no one can agree on a genre. You land on chill hop which no one has any strong feelings about.

While not everyone trusts the idea, most of them are glad to have a direction and something to do. It’s progress and it feels right.

Eri’s tutor brings her to join you all in the assembly room when she finishes her schoolwork for the day. One perk of being here is she can get some formal education, even if it's not the most robust program. Her eyes brighten as soon as she sees Spinner, running to show him her good grade. Sneakily, he slips her some candy under the table before she sits in the seat next to him playing Stardew Valley all afternoon.

It's nice for a bit, you'll think back on times like these.

|\/\/\| the night of the end |/\/\/|

A few days later, you all set off to your designated locations. A PLF van drops you all off in the middle of the city. Everyone will be within six blocks of each other, so you walk together at the start.

The sun has only barely begun to set, but you’re not worried about being caught. Not yet. Any heroes that would usually be in the area are all chasing nomu at the edge of the suburbs. You should have at least an hour before anyone shows up, depending on how things go on Dabi’s end.

“So,” Spinner says as you come to a five-way intersection, “this is it.”

“This is it,” Tomura agrees, “everyone knows their mission plans?”

The group nods, quietly.

“Then let’s do this.”

You look closely at everyone’s faces, trying to memorize the details. Taking in the moment as it is. After tonight, it’ll be different. A few mumbled good lucks and well wishes can be heard as everyone splits off in their own directions – Dabi, Spinner, and Eri go up one street. You watch as Dabi, dressed all in black, puts on Eri’s pastel purple unicorn backpack full of supplies to carry it for her. Compress helped you pack it earlier today.

Toga and Twice go up another road. Compress begins to walk a different direction before stopping to wait for Tomura, who is frozen in front of you.

Your hand reaches out for his, brushing over his knuckles. The two of you linger here for a moment. His eyes meet yours and you know if there was ever a time to say what you’re thinking, this is it. Parting his lips slightly, he begins to speak before you. 

“I l–” he breaks off, biting his lip. “You better not do anything stupid and die.”

“You better not either,” you reply. He nods, turning to catch up to Compress.

With a deep breath, you continue up the middle street on your own.

Spinner, Dabi, and Eri arrive at the base of a large tower. With minimal effort, Spinner scales the side of the building, dropping the fire escape ladder for the other two to climb up. Dabi spots Eri until pulling onto the metal landing himself. After the ladder, metal stairs switch back and forth all the way up. They ascend until they feel tired, and then they go up some more. Finally, they reach the 29th floor. After breaking through a window, they’re in. 

It’s easy. 

Almost too easy, they think while piling in through the opening out of breath. 

“We need to find the control room to change the transmission,” Spinner says, ushering the others along with him. “We can go live, but it helps to have that video you arranged earlier queued up. The moment we switch all the channels being broadcast from here to our own transmission, every hero will be alerted to our location. I can give you three minutes of live screen time like promised then I’m changing it to your pre recorded video so we can get the hell out.”

Dabi nods, gesturing at a doorway down the hall. 

Meanwhile, you walk towards your designated spot to wait. It’s a calm night, no one else is out here but you expected that from the business district. It feels reminiscent of every other nightly walk you go on, pavement under feet, moving one foot in front of the other. Instead of visiting ruins, tonight you’ll be watching them being made. Still, you wish Tomura was here with you.

You arrive at a plaza and begin looking around. Finding an area behind some bushes in the generic “garden” area in front of a massive commerce building, you settle in and try your best to relax given the circumstances.

It’s the only way, you remind yourself repeatedly until it becomes a mantra.

The anticipation is awful, not just because you’re unsure if everyone will stick to the plan, but because you know what happens if they do. You've seen it before and soon, you’ll have to see it again.

Now, you just have to wait and hope no one makes any unexpected changes on their own. Soon, you think, it’ll be over. And you won’t have to wait anymore.

Down the street in the other direction, Tomura and Compress find themselves at a vastly different building. The security on this one is considerably more heightened so sneaking in took some extra consideration. With the PLF hacking into the security system, they found that the building is not only quirk-proof but attempting to destroy any part of it results in heroes being immediately notified of the location and quirk. So, a different plan was made.

After jumping from an adjacent parking garage, each of them land on the roof with a thud.

“First you, then me?” Tomura asks to clarify, brushing himself off.

“Yes,” Compress confirms, as they stand in front of the thin slats at the edge of the ventilation system on the roof. As expected, the openings aren’t big – but you can fit a hand through if you angle it right. 

“And be careful, I don’t want to be decayed while stuffed in a marble.” Tomura only glares at him.

Using his quirk on himself, Compress disappears into a small sphere to be dropped into the vent. Tomura throws him in, not so gently after that last comment. Within seconds, a clang rings out as he resumes his full form. His mask can barely be seen behind the slats as his gloved hand slips back through. 

“Ready?” he asks, more as a statement than a question. Without waiting for an answer, Tomura’s world contracts and he’s… rolling on the ground? Just as quickly as before, everything expands and he hits his head on the metal duct. 

“Oww, fuck!” he groans, feeling the bump on his scalp.

“Come on, we’re running low on time,” Compress urges, “hover over my hand more this time.” Tomura does so, still rubbing the aching spot. The world compacts, and before he knows it he’s spit out inside of the large ventilation channel. Once more, he hits his head.

“What the fuck,”  he grumbles as he regains composure. Not much time, he remembers before dwelling on it too long. Pulling up a hand drawn map on his phone, they begin crawling through the small space, following the maze they set out for themselves.

Back at the broadcasting tower, Spinner switched the outgoing signal to one of their own with a small camera set-up in front of a makeshift presentation area for Dabi. It’s a blank wall with a light pointed at it, but it’ll work as well as anywhere. He stares down at his phone, waiting for 9:04. It's the exact time you told him to begin.

“You’re on in three, two,” Spinner gives Dabi a thumbs up to start talking. He tells his story in detail, highlighting the parts where heroes failed him until his turn is up. Spinner counts him down on his fingers while looking at the stopwatch on his phone before gesturing for Eri to take over.

Nervously, she replaces him in front of the camera.

With a lot of prompting from the other two, she speaks about her experiences. About what Overhaul did to get her blood for his bullets. About the amount of people who walked past her covered in bandages every day, but almost no one said anything. And when they did, nothing ever came of it. Sure, it’s one thing to hear an adult say how the system failed them – but hearing it from a child feels different. She gives a very real face to the cracks in society overlooked by the hero system, one a little less scary than Dabi’s. A minute and a half isn't nearly enough time to tell her story and the responsibility of it shouldn't be on her in the first place. But the effort she puts in in the time she has should be enough to sway some people. Who can, in turn, help others. Her life is the price of the average person’s choice to sit and wait for someone else to handle it. It's time that changes. 

That's the theory, at least. You weren't able to see that far ahead. 

“Time’s up,” Spinner says. Eri waves bye at the camera and the transmission ends. He then switches it to the pre-made video Dabi arranged over the past few months.

As they walk out the door, Spinner continues. “It’s set up to receive more transmissions from my phone whenever we find a safe place to send them. We’ll have to keep this room blocked off somehow, at least until we find Shig and Compress to share the next part.” 

“Easy,” Dabi says, heating the door until it turns red and the metal melts into the frame. “No one’s getting through that for a while.”

They make their way to the stairwell, this time staying inside the building as they make their way down.

In the ventilation duct, Tomura and Compress find themselves in the ceiling space above their target room. A big 'x' on the map marks the spot.

“This is it,” Tomura says before decaying a section of metal and ceiling tiles below him then dropping through it to the thinly carpeted floor. Compress follows. The room is huge, open, and filled floor to ceiling with cabinets. A nearby street light casts a faint blue glow through the window.

“This seems very…traditional,” Compress comments, “I didn’t realize any organizations of this size still kept paper files like this.”

“It’s the old heroes,” Tomura replies, “you can’t expect them to do their paperwork online. They’d all get confused and quit.”

“Wouldn’t that make our jobs easier,” Compress laughs.

Each of them start on a different end, prying the locks open in their own ways. They rifle through files, dumping most on the floor. The mess won’t matter anyways.

“Here it is,” Compress points at a specific container. They begin sifting through the folders – taking what they need, what they think will be important.

Back on the street, you watch a group of UA students walk past you and to the hero commission building a few streets down. They struggle at the door, one trying to blast it open with the others joining in with their quirks and making absolutely no progress on it. Before long, the door is covered in scorch marks and scratches. They've mostly pulled back to reassess, but you're pretty sure one of them is still trying to talk the lock into opening itself.

Well, the heroes have definitely been notified now. Still, there's no reason to believe they'll be looking for any of you. As long as everyone lays low, the plan is still on track.

You give Tomura and Compress a heads up.

Receiving your message, Compress takes his leave. Disappearing into the shadows as planned. 

Eventually, the UA students manage to break-in when a red and white haired straggler arrives with what you would assume is a stolen keycard. There's no reason a student would be issued access for the Hero Commission headquarters. They rush through the door and out of your vision. 

In the distance, you see a guarded line of vans making their way towards you. Perfect timing.

A few minutes later, a flash of light burns across the sky and lands in the street near the broadcasting building. You alert the group to no response. Thus far, your quirk hasn’t flared up a single time tonight so you have to assume it’s still okay.

Everything's fine.

Spinner, Dabi, and Eri make it seven floors down before heavy footsteps echo from below. Spinner pulls Eri through the closest door, running down the hallway while Dabi stays behind. He waits for the steps to grow closer before filling the stairwell with blue flames. 

Much to his surprise, they’re met with flames in return.

“Dad?” he calls out, voice echoing.

“Touya??” he hears in response. 

Perfect Dabi thinks while running down the stairs to meet his fate.

In the file room, the students catch up to Tomura, most barely recognizing him without the hands they’d seen in news photos. 

“How did you find us?” he calmly asks the group, tossing a random file onto the growing heap of them. The green haired one named Izuku Midoria speaks up first, Tomura recognizes him.

“The pros all think you’re attacking UA right now. We knew you wouldn’t do that, not again. You’re not stupid enough to do that,” he gulps, trying to hide his nervousness of the situation. “Plus, they’re all spread thin chasing nomu around the outskirts. If you map the locations they were called out to, that leaves a huge gap in coverage with this building right in the middle.”

“Smart,” Tomura muses, “but what was your plan after that?”

“Kill you, duh!” yells Bakugo, who Tomura also recognizes. 

“No, wait Kachan. We aren’t killing anyone. I can save him. I can save,” Izuku looks across the room, “I can save you!”

Tomura laughs.

“No, you can’t. You’re a fucking kid, it’s not your job to.” A haunting smile creeps over his face. “And right now, you need to save yourself.” With that, he presses all five fingers into the wall behind him.

Fire.

It’s everywhere as Spinner rushes Eri out the window and back onto the fire escape. 

“Hold on tight,” he says, throwing her onto his back to rush down the metal stairs faster.

Inside, Dabi is making up for lost years with his dad. With the flames burning out of control, he moves in. 

“I ruined your career. Since you found me here, I’m assuming you already know that.” The man says nothing in return, so Dabi continues, “only thing left to do is take you out with me.” 

His blue flames grow brighter, hotter. Finally, the red-haired man speaks up.

“You don’t have to do this, Touya. Just come home. We can be a family again. We can–”

“It’s too late for that!” he yells, shoving him through the concrete wall in a blaze of flames. 

From your vantage point outside, the hero commission building collapses into a pile of rubble. Stray papers fly from the dust with no signs of life. A scream rings out from the parking garage next door. Simultaneously, a blue and orange swirl careens from the broadcasting building and explodes onto the street. 

Right on time, the prisoner convoy was making its way down the main street. Now, it’s stopped, stuck between the two damaged buildings with nowhere to go. The hero escorts climb out to investigate the damage. 

You expected this, it’s the only way. That doesn’t stop your heart from pounding in your chest at the sight of it all. 

“it’s time,” you text Toga and Twice.

Receiving your message from a few blocks away, the two of them excitedly jump into action. They’ve been waiting all night for this.

Two teenage girls walk from the parking garage towards the remnants of the building, trying to look inconspicuous. If you were to guess, they were keeping watch for the other UA students. One has long green hair tied behind her head, the other medium length brown hair. Both look frantic. You don’t blame them, you would too in their situation. For a moment you feel bad, but know it’ll be okay. You've seen it.

This is all supposed to happen.

A few more heroes show up to the area, probably now realizing the attack on UA was not about to happen. You notice one with red wings among them, Twice isn’t going to be happy. A group of three approach you, questioningly. 

“What are you doing out here so late?” a large one with a yellow jacket asks, “don’t you realize you could’ve gotten hurt?”

“No, it’s okay.” Another chimes in, “we went to UA together. Until…” he trails off, before looking you over in a way that makes you nauseated. Suddenly, his words are saccharine sweet. “Feel like playing hero and helping us out tonight? We’re pretty understaffed.” 

He flutters his eyelashes in a way that you would imagine usually gets him somewhere with most people. Not with you though, you remember him. This is one of the people who led to you being kicked out of school in the first place. Now he has the audacity to ask you for help?

“Not today,” you reply blankly, “you know I could get hurt out here all on my own. It's late. Better head home.”

“Well, okay then. Thanks for your time,” says the larger one, “better get home safe!”

Just as they turn to leave, a swarm of league members surge down the street. It’s bad timing, truly. Seeing a few copies of you among them, the heroes turn their attention back to you.

“Stay right there!” one yells.

You run, drawing them down a secluded street away from the others. Fortunately, none of them are particularly fast. Unfortunately, they know the area much better than you do. You realize this as soon as your quirk flashes in front of your vision, too late.

The one you went to high school with cuts you off in an alleyway, shoving you into the ground. Your head hits the street with a bounce, making you nauseous. You try to press up to assess the damage, but his hands shove you back down. The concrete is cold and rough against your cheek in contrast with the warmth of your forehead where it hit the cement. Your arms are yanked behind you with more force than necessary and you feel the quirk canceling handcuffs over your hands. Not that it matters if you can use your quirk or not, you couldn’t reach for your phone to warn the others of anything you see if you wanted to. 

“Hey, easy!” yells the large hero from earlier. Suddenly you’re engulfed in something warm and squishy while you’re transported back to the main road. It would almost be comfortable, if you didn’t feel trapped. Police vans line the sidewalk a few blocks down, they were likely surrounding the prisoner transport and got stuck. The hero stops in front of one, leaving you with a few officers.

From the corner of your eye, you see Tomura’s all too clean white hair popping out of the wreckage of one of the buildings as you’re shoved into the back of the van.

In the commotion, Tomura and Compress calmly walk towards the smoldering broadcasting tower in search of Spinner. The former, still a bit stiff from being unaccustomed to the affects of getting pulled in and out of a marble all evening. With the sea of them rushing through the street like a tidal wave, there’s no reason these two particular villains should stand out any more than the others. That’s the point.

Little do they know, they in specific are being followed.

Spinner and Eri have taken refuge on a balcony of the building next door. The other two spot them, step through the smashed out glass doors, and head up the stairs. As soon as they make it outside, a voice calls out behind them.

“Stop!” 

Tomura knows that voice. He also knows that feeling, the one that makes his fingers tingle a little less and drops a weight over his shoulders. With Tomura turning to distract the hero, Compress takes Spinner’s phone and begins uploading photos of the documents they took. Botched missions, casualties, quirk mishaps. Information previously withheld from the public. Even if only a few people are still tuned in, it’ll be all over the internet by the morning.

“Wait,” the voice says, looking around the balcony, “it’s you?”

Eri peers out from behind Spinner, big red eyes staring up at Eraserhead. 

“Let her go,” Aizawa says, she hides further behind Spinner’s leg. “I’m bringing her in to safety.”

Spinner opens his mouth to speak but Tomura cuts him off.

“We’re not holding her hostage or anything, just taking care of her. She can go with you if she wants to.” Quietly, he adds, “she should go.”

"But," Spinner looks devastated, “why would you say that?”

“She’s a kid, she can’t be in any of this. She needs to learn to use her quirk and be around other kids,” Tomura tries to reassure his friend. “We have to let her go. It's for the best. For her.”

“I know,” Spinner whispers, “it’s just– it’s just so hard. How do we know we can trust him anyways?”

“His best friend raised me,” Tomura shrugs. Spinner looks him over skeptically, wondering how that makes it any better. 

“Look,” he continues, “y/n’s quirk showed her happy this way. This is good for her. It’s–it’s the only way that’s good for her. She’ll get hurt otherwise, or end up down some really dark paths. I saw it all.”

Spinner has more questions but simply nods, his glossy eyes beginning to overflow. A tug on his sleeve draws his attention down.

“Here,” Eri holds up his switch for him to take, “do I really have to go?”

“Yeah,” Spinner whispers, “if you go with him, you’ll have a good life. And here,” he says, moving the switch into her backpack. “This is for you, all of your saves are on it.”

“But what about yours?”

“I can catch up,” he smiles.

They continue saying their goodbyes as Tomura addresses Aizawa.

“Her–” he struggles to get through the words but presses on, “Her belongings are all in there. In marbles. And there’s an envelope too. That’s for you, it’s important. Take care of them.”

“Them?” Aizawa begins to ask when the ground cracks between them, creating a rift in the balcony. It would appear that one of Tomura’s doubles touched that side of the building. Erasure uses the capturing weapon around his neck to gently wrap Eri in before they swiftly make their way to safety. The other three all jump as well, mostly landing neatly on the sidewalk as the building behind them crumbles into huge pieces. Before Aizawa can think of apprehending them, all three have disappeared into the sea of chaos.

A few minutes after you were placed in custody, Twice (or one of his doubles, you aren’t sure and neither is he) is thrown in the van with you. In the seconds you can see out the door, it looks like absolute chaos in the street. A slew of doubles overtake every hero around before splashing into a puddle at the first good hit. The company is nice, but you’re still nervous. From in here, you can’t see anything and have no way of using your quirk to make sure everyone’s still on track. 

After what feels like ages, the door of the van flies open and you find yourself face to face with Endeavor. 

Then, he giggles. 

“Toga, it’s great to see you!” yells Twice, while she unlocks the handcuffs, “what took you so long?”

He runs off, immediately getting pummeled by a hero and dissolving into liquid. 

“Huh."

“Compress told me to give you this,” Toga holds out a small bag. You stare at her. It takes you a moment to adjust, not having seen her quirk in use before. Talking to Endeavor still feels uneasy. You wonder how she got his uniform, but don't want to put too much thought into it.

“Oh, this is perfect. Thanks,” you say, emptying the bag on the floor of the van before slamming the door shut again. She walks to the next transport vehicle and you watch as she releases Stain. He looks confused, understandably. Seeing Endeavor fangirl over a villain is weird for you and you even know the situation. A few seconds later, she transforms back into herself, removes his handcuffs, and wanders back to the parking structure in search of her own clothes.

It’s the same direction you saw the girls from UA go earlier.

Down the street, Tomura opens the back of another van in his own way. The man inside senses his presence as soon as the doors crumble to dust.

“Ah, Tomura.” All For One muses politely, “I’ve been waiting for you. And you have impeccable timing, I can feel that One for All is close by.”

Tomura looks down at the man who raised him. He looks pathetic like this. In a prison jumpsuit, connected to machines that keep him alive. Quirks are the only things that have been holding him together for all these years and now, with the blocking handcuffs constantly around his wrists, he looks like he’s falling apart. He’s a lot “droopier” than Tomura remembers. It’s pitiful, he thinks, but that does nothing to tame the rage that still burns inside of him.

“How long were you planning it,” Tomura’s voice shakes, “to take my body?”

“Take your body?” All For One laughs, “no, I had no plans of the sort. I only wanted to help you. Merge with you to become more than you could ever amount to on your own. Of course, we still could. Let me out and we’ll do this together.”

“That’s not how it works though,” Tomura says softly, but the bite still cracks through his voice. “I don’t need you. I don't need any of this.”

In the many years he’s been alive, All For One never feared anything. He never had reason to. The world always finds a way to bend to his needs, regardless of the situation. Even now, strapped to a chair in the back of a prison transport, he feels confident that Tomura will free him, they’ll talk through the whole thing, and he’ll be back on the top in no time. There’s no way it’ll ever not go his way, it always does.

That is, until he feels five fingers pressing into each of his knees. The feeling leaves his feet as the decay moves up his body slowly.

“S–stop it!” he begs, losing composure. “Cut it off, wh–while there’s still time!”

Tomura watches, flooded by every miserable memory of his life. All the pain and anger. Everything leading to this exact time and place. It feels surreal.

“T–Tomura, I raised you! I took you in!” he pleads.

“Yeah, and who’s fault is that?”

“Please,” he gasps, face contorted in horror. His body crumbles from under the straps all the way up to his face. By the time the dust has settled, all that's left are his hands. 

It’s over now. 

All that’s left of that house and everything that happened in it is what’s left inside of him.

Now that you’re freed, there’s nothing left to do but join in the fight. A few more heroes arrive, but most are delayed by Twice’s doubles on sight.

Your old classmate finds you again and with the help of your quirk you land a few good kicks on him before he’s able to corner you.

“You never were cut out for this,” he taunts, “might as well give up.” In almost slow motion, you watch as three doubles of you tackle him to the ground and drag him back into the alleyway.

It's beautiful. You'll definitely remember this moment forever. You want to savor it, but the onslaught continues.

Tomura climbs out the back of one of the prison transport vans, only to be immediately tackled by two heroes. He decays one with a red cape quickly but the smaller one hits him with a force that leaves the concrete cracked under his landing. You run in, predicting the old man's next move and attempt to shove him off course before he can land another punch. It works, briefly.

Without any time for a warning from your own quirk, the wind is knocked out of you as you’re thrown across the street. Suddenly, you’re reminded of another part of high school: the realization that, while many people’s abilities seem to give them an added layer of super-human resilience, yours does not. 

Which means you feel everything. 

The dull pain of the blow that you’re almost certain broke a rib. The sharp impact of the wall, cracking something in your shoulder. Your head hitting the concrete behind you with a hollow thud, sending the world into a swirl. 

Darkness piles like bricks in your peripheral vision, closing in. 

Across the street, Tomura stands. Staggering slightly as he lunges towards the hero that hit you.

Then everything is black.

a new end masterlist - bnha masterlist

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[ihearttenko]

I love him .he’s so smart, like, yes you tell them, babe

[beargyufairy]

No one mourns the wicked

No, one mourns the wicked

[spinner-moko]

Tomura bimbofication

[fraisaa]

you ever think about how spinner stares at shigaraki's gaming profile that reads "last online: 8 years ago" hoping it will show that he's online again?

because i just saw that on tiktok and i'm actually not okay!!!

[veeepawoon]

Merry Freaky Christmas by your favorite magician 🎩

(Ref used)

[leahrintarou]

hii i wanted to request like enemies to lovers for dabi x fem!reader when reader is one of the villains in league and she and dabi always hated each other, or more like they love each other but won't admit a shit. and also dabi is always this rude, snarky bitch and then one day they get send together for some mission and he gets injured, like somewhere in the chest and reader has to take care of him and patch him up. and like she decides to be a bitch now and she's like paying him back and she's not gentle at all like she's even rougher than needed just because 😆. but then in the middle of the night when she has to change his bandages she just softens because she's actually worried about him and he kisses her and it's like the first time he feels love in thousands years🥺❤️

✩₊˚.⋆ I HATE YOU - dabi/touya todoroki

CW: swearing, enemies to lovers, dabi being an asshole, y/n is stubborn, they lack communication skills but figure something out in the end lol, mentions of wound stitching, injuries, dabi's daddy issues, quirk usage, a lot of arguing. Word Count: 4.7k Author's Note: hii, sorry for taking so long to write this lol. my schedule was busy as hell. i hope you all enjoy it tho! ty for reading and if you have any requests for me to write, send it in!

"hate."

it was a word that held so much meaning and although y/n wasn't the type to feel it for many things, as she looked at the man standing in her doorframe with a bored expression as she laid in bed, it was all she could feel.

"what do you want touya? im tired." she groaned into her pillow. he rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into his pockets. "shigaraki wants us to take care of something for him." he said, making y/n shift to sit up and face him properly. "together?" she questioned. dabi didn't answer and that alone make y/n feel dread in the pit of her stomach. she stood, walking to her door and pushing past dabi to find shigaraki who was sitting in the lobby of their hideout.

"tomura, you seriously sending out touya and i? it's late."

"exactly." he muttered, glancing at y/n as dabi showed up behind her. "given your quirks, i need you two to cause a distraction for me in the city. I've gotta get something from a hero guarded area. it'd be less bothersome if a few of them had to focus a bigger situation."

y/n sighed at that. her ability allowed her to use the quirks others. once she makes physical contact with them, a pill is produced and once ingested, she is able to use their quirk for up to half an hour. "why can't he just do it on his own?"

"because it wont be enough, y/n. just go and don't let you guys' odd relationship fuck anything up."

she glared at shigaraki due to his stern tone and the words he said overall. she didn't speak another words and only walked towards the exit, leaving dabi behind. she began walking off, sighing when dabi caught up next to her.

they walked shoulder to shoulder and y/n reached for his hand to which he pulled away imeedietly. "the fuck is your deal?"

"my deal is that i need your quick. stop bitching."

he gave her a look that almost burned through her being itself. "fine, whatever. just make it quick."

with a swift movement, y/n grabbed his wrist, her fingers just brushing against his skin. she felt the pill form in her palm and quickly swallowed it after placing it on her tongue. for the next thirty minutes, she had full control over dabi's blue flames.

dabi shook off her touch as soon as the transfer was done, shoving his hands back into his pockets. "hope you can handle it."

y/n clenched her fists, feeling the raw power simmering just beneath the surface. "i can handle your little fire tricks just fine."

they continued walking in silence, the tension between them thick, both preparing for the chaos they were about to unleash. the city lights ahead glowed brighter as they approached, a signal that they were nearing their destination. heroes patrolled these streets regularly, and they needed to make their distraction count.

"you take the east side. i’ll take the west. we meet back here once it's done," y/n said, her voice steady despite the adrenaline starting to pump through her veins.

dabi gave her a lazy nod, his eyes scanning the area.  "don’t burn the place down too fast." she said, voice sharp with a stern tone.

“take your own damn advice,” dabi sneered, turning on his heel without another glance, heading toward his side of the city.

y/n scowled at his retreating figure before focusing on her own task. she approached a crowded intersection, raising her hand as the blue flames sparked to life at her fingertips. they burned cold, unnatural, just like dabi’s. with a sharp flick of her wrist, she sent the fire roaring down the street, igniting everything in its path. cars exploded, storefronts erupted into flames, and terrified screams echoed through the night air.

sirens blared almost immediately. she sighed in frustration. this mission wasn’t the problem; it was having to work alongside dabi. she hated the way his flames felt inside her—too raw, too unstable. she could handle it, but the discomfort gnawed at her.

on the other side of the city, she could see dabi causing just as much destruction. his blue flames lit up the night sky, and even from a distance, she could feel their heat. as much as she despised him, she couldn’t deny the sheer force of his quirk. their fires painted the city in an eerie blue glow, chaos unfolding just as shigaraki had planned. every hero in the area would soon be rushing their way.

but despite the destruction, y/n could feel the strain. her body wasn’t built to handle dabi’s flames for too long, and each second was like a slow burn from the inside out. she clenched her teeth, refusing to show any weakness. not in front of him. never in front of him.

as another car exploded in front of her, y/n felt the flames flare uncontrollably for a moment, forcing her to stumble back. she quickly reined them in, but the effort was draining. she could hear the distant thrum of footsteps—heroes were coming, and they needed to keep the distraction going.

without warning, dabi appeared beside her, his usual bored expression replaced by a smirk that only fueled her irritation. "you’re pushing it too hard," he remarked coldly.

"i’m fine," y/n snapped, her voice sharper than intended, though there was a slight tremor beneath it.

he cocked an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "doesn’t look like it. you’re burning out."

"i said i’m fine," she repeated, venom in her tone. she forced the flames to obey her, though her body screamed in protest.

before he could say anything more, the ground around them rumbled. the heat in the air intensified, and y/n’s heart sank as she saw who had arrived—endeavor.

out of all the heroes, of course, it had to be him.

endeavor’s flames blazed brighter than anything y/n had seen, casting long shadows across the wreckage. his eyes locked onto dabi and y/n, sharp with recognition and disgust. “enough,” he barked, his voice deep and commanding. “this ends now.”

dabi’s expression darkened, but the smirk that stretched across his face was nothing short of malicious.

y/n swallowed, the tension between father and son palpable in the air. she could feel dabi’s flames still swirling inside her, unstable and dangerous. they were running out of time. they needed to keep endeavor distracted long enough for shigaraki to finish the mission, but with the fire slipping out of her control, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold on.

dabi moved forward, the flames on his body flickering angrily as he faced his father head-on. "you gonna try and stop me? i’d love to see you fail. again."

y/n watched as the two squared off, the heat between them almost unbearable. she could feel the pressure mounting, knowing she had to act fast, but part of her was consumed by the sheer hatred radiating from dabi. it was so intense it was suffocating. he wants this fight, she realized.

but right now, they couldn’t afford it. not with the mission still in play.

"touya, focus," she hissed under her breath, stepping up beside him. "we’re not here for this."

he barely spared her a glance, his jaw clenched. “shut up, y/n. stay out of it.”

y/n glared at him, biting back the retort that bubbled in her throat. as much as she despised him, she wasn’t about to let him throw the entire mission away for some personal grudge.

endeavor’s flames flared even brighter, his voice booming as he addressed dabi directly. "you’re not walking away from this one."

"we’ll see about that," dabi said through a sigh.

before either of them could make a move, y/n raised her hand, sending up a barrier of blue flames between dabi and endeavor. the fire crackled wildly, the heat forcing both men to step back.

“touya, get your shit together,” she snapped, glaring at him. “this isn’t about you and him right now. we’ve got a job to finish.”

dabi’s eyes widened with fury, his body rigid with anger. "are you serious right now? stay out of this, y/n. this has nothing to do with you."

“it has everything to do with me,” she shot back, her voice low. “if you screw this up, we’re both dead.”

“i’m not screwing anything up,” dabi growled, stepping toward her, his flames flaring dangerously. “you think I’m gonna pass up a chance to burn that bastard?” he gestured toward endeavor, who stood on the other side of the wall, watching them closely. "this isn’t just about some stupid distraction. it’s him."

y/n’s hands trembled slightly from the strain of maintaining the flames, but she refused to back down. “you think i care about your daddy issues right now? i’m not dying because you’ve got something to prove.”

dabi’s smirk twisted into a sneer, his voice dripping with venom. "oh, now you’re concerned about dying? cute. you can’t even handle my flames, and you want to play hero? don’t act like you can lecture me."

y/n’s temper flared. "i can handle more than you think, but i’m not stupid enough to throw everything away for some pointless grudge! shigaraki will kill us if you mess this up."

“i don’t care what shigaraki does,” dabi snarled, stepping even closer, his body practically vibrating with heat. “you think I’m afraid of him? of you? you’re out of your league, y/n. stay the hell out of my way.”

---

"touya, lets go!" she shouted. a few long minutes had passed by and both dabi and endeavor suffered injuries. y/n thought that it was just her eyes playing tricks on her, but it wasn’t. there on dabi’s chest was a large gash that spilled blood with every movement he made.

dabi didn’t even flinch, seemingly blinded by his rage. his eyes were locked onto endeavor, and the hatred burned hotter than the flames between them. y/n’s heart pounded in her chest. if they didn’t leave now, it would be too late.

“touya!” she screamed again, but her voice was lost in the roar of the fire and the madness of the fight. dabi was deaf to everything around him. his focus, his obsession with his father, drowned out any reason or sense.

just then, her phone buzzed in her pocket. she fumbled for it, hands shaking, and saw a message from

shigaraki: get out of there now. i’m done here.

her stomach dropped. they needed to leave. now.

she looked back at dabi, her gut twisting with panic. there was no way he could handle another attack in his state. endeavor was gearing up for something big—his flames surging brighter and hotter, ready to end this once and for all.

y/n didn’t even think; she reacted. she reached for dabi’s flames still coursing through her and launched herself forward. her body screamed in protest, the quirk tearing through her reserves, but she unleashed a massive wave of blue fire directly at endeavor. it wasn’t just dabi’s quirk she was using—she’d stored another teleportation quirk earlier in the week just in case. with a strained breath, she activated it.

in an instant, the world blurred, and she and dabi were pulled through space, landing back at the league’s hideout.

they collapsed on the floor. y/n's vision swam as the overwhelming strain of using both quirks at once hit her like a truck. every muscle in her body felt like it was on fire.

dabi was up almost immediately, his eyes wild and furious. “what the hell did you do?!” he roared, looming over her, his chest heaving.

y/n didn’t flinch, didn’t even respond. she just sat there, catching her breath, her eyes glazed with exhaustion and a cold, blank expression on her face.

“why the hell would you—” dabi continued, his voice a mix of anger and something else, something more vulnerable. but y/n didn’t care.

she stood, her legs shaking but her face expressionless. she looked him dead in the eye, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with a venomous calm. "hate."

dabi paused, caught off guard by the single word. his eyes narrowed, but he stayed silent.

“it’s what you live for, isn’t it?” she continued, her voice as cold as the flames she had just wielded. “but it’s going to kill you. and you were too blinded to see it.”

the silence between them was suffocating, tension hanging in the air like the weight of all their unresolved fury and pain. dabi’s lips twisted into a bitter sneer, but he didn’t respond. he couldn’t, not with the truth staring him in the face.

y/n finally turned her back to him, her voice distant as she walked away. "i’m tired, touya. i don’t care anymore."

he didn’t respond and that was unlike him. and although she didn't want it to, she turned around to glance at him. he was clutching the wounded area of his chest, the blood coating his hands. y/n stopped in her tracks and watched as he held her gaze with a heavy glare. "what?" he groaned with less heat in his voice.

"nothi-"

"they got you good." shigaraki said as he entered through the front door. dabi remained silent and y/n let out a sigh. "told you this plan was stupid." she muttered. shigaraki shrugged, holding up some sort of vile in a glass tube. "got what i needed though. thanks."

y/n shook her head and walked over to a table in their hideout where a first aid kit remained. "come on, touya." he never said a word despite their previous argument and the heated tension that remained between them and only followed behind y/n. this was surprising to her and even shigaraki. instead of questioning it though, she just decided to let it be, grateful for the silence.

they got to a nearby bathroom in the hideout, and y/n motioned for dabi to sit on the edge of the sink. "take off your shirt," she ordered, her voice flat, though she couldn’t help the slight irritation lacing her tone. dabi raised an eyebrow but said nothing, peeling off his tattered shirt to reveal the nasty gash on his chest. the wound was deep, the blood still seeping through the cracks of his burned skin.

“so fucking reckless” y/n muttered underneath her breath as she grabbed some antiseptic and gauze from the first aid kit. she didn’t wait for a response before starting to clean the wound, her hands rougher than necessary. dabi hissed in pain but didn’t pull away.

“watch it,” he growled, but there was no real heat in his words. his eyes, usually filled with spite or disinterest, softened for a brief moment as he looked at her. something shifted in his expression, like an apology he wasn’t quite ready to say aloud. instead, he settled for his usual sarcasm. "you don’t have to be so damn rough."

"oh, i’m sorry," y/n replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she pressed a little harder than needed on the wound. "is the fireproof bastard too delicate for a little first aid? if you didn’t want to get patched up, you shouldn’t have gone toe-to-toe with endeavor.

"i didn’t ask for your help, did i?"

"no, you didn’t. but here we are," y/n snapped, stitching up the wound with more force than was probably necessary. her fingers worked quickly, efficiently, but there was no gentleness in her touch.

dabi’s breath hitched as she tugged at the stitches. "you’re enjoying this way too much."

“maybe,” y/n replied, not looking up from her work. “or maybe i’m just pissed off because you almost got yourself killed. again.”

the room fell into a tense silence, only broken by dabi’s sharp breaths and the sound of her sewing needle pulling through his skin. but when y/n finally looked up, she caught dabi’s gaze. his eyes were softer now, not filled with the usual defiance. instead, there was something different in them, something almost… regretful.

“what?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. "you’re staring."

“nothing,” dabi muttered, but he didn’t look away. his voice, usually laced with sarcasm or anger, was quieter now. he held her gaze for a moment longer. it wasn’t filled with the usual hate or resentment, but something else entirely. it almost looked like an apology, unspoken but there. maybe he realized just how close he’d come to death, and for once, wasn’t pushing her away.

after the final stitch, y/n wrapped the wound tightly, her hands no longer rough but steady. she didn’t say anything for a moment, just focusing on her work, and when she was done, she stood back, her eyes meeting his again. the air between them felt heavy, like there was something unspoken lingering just beneath the surface.

“you’re a reckless idiot,” she muttered, shaking her head, though her voice was softer, the anger dissipating into something more resigned.

dabi’s expression faltered, and for a moment, he just looked at her, his usual sharp retorts gone. "guess i am," he said quietly, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. "but you still patched me up, didn’t you?"

y/n crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes. "only because i wasn’t going to let you bleed out like an idiot. someone’s gotta keep you alive."

there was a beat of silence before dabi let out a breath, leaning his head back against the wall. “guess i should thank you.”

y/n scoffed. “don’t bother. just… try not to get yourself killed next time.”

dabi’s eyes flickered to hers again, and this time, there was no sarcasm or sneer, just a tired acceptance. “i’ll try.” his tone was surprisingly sincere, catching her off guard. she blinked, taken aback, but instead of saying anything, she just grabbed the bloodied cloths and turned to leave. "get some rest," she muttered, not looking back.

for once, dabi didn’t argue.

---

it was the middle of the night, and despite the quiet that had settled over the hideout, y/n couldn’t sleep. no matter how many times she turned over in bed, sleep evaded her. the events from earlier kept playing over in her mind, along with the way dabi had been uncharacteristically silent after she patched him up.

with a frustrated sigh, she finally gave up on resting and pushed herself out of bed. maybe checking on dabi would settle her thoughts. his injuries needed to be looked at again anyway, and the bandages likely needed changing. she grabbed the first aid kit and padded softly down the hall toward his room.

when she got there, the door was slightly ajar. peeking inside, she saw him lying on the bed, his defined back rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep. for a moment, she hesitated. dabi was never one to sleep deeply, always waking up at the slightest noise or movement. but his bandages had to be changed, and she didn’t trust him to do it himself.

quietly, she slipped into the room, closing the door softly behind her. she approached the bed, taking a seat on the edge as carefully as she could to avoid waking him. he was still, his usual guarded expression replaced by something softer in sleep. for a brief second, she allowed herself to just watch him. he always seemed so hardened, so untouchable, but like this... he looked almost human.

gently, y/n reached for the blood-stained bandages wrapped around his chest, her fingers working carefully to undo them. she peeled the old wrappings away, revealing the wound beneath. she grabbed fresh bandages from the kit, preparing to rewrap him, her movements slow and deliberate.

just as she began to wind the bandage around him again, dabi stirred. his eyes snapped open, instantly alert, and his hand shot out to grab her wrist before she could move any further. “what the hell are you doing?” he growled, his voice low and raspy from sleep.

y/n froze, meeting his gaze, her heart skipping a beat. "relax, it’s just me," she said quietly. "im checking to see if your stitches held and I've gotta change your bandages."

he blinked, still groggy but releasing her wrist. his grip loosened, and he leaned back against the pillow, eyes narrowing slightly but without the usual hostility. "im not a child. i can do that myself,” he muttered, though there wasn’t much bite to his words.

"i know, but you looked like you were going to bleed out earlier so forgive me for double-checking." she retorted, continuing to wrap the fresh bandages around his chest. her touch was gentle but firm, and dabi didn’t stop her this time, watching her work in silence.

"always playing the martyr, huh?" he mumbled after a long pause, his voice quieter now. "not a martyr. just realistic. you're reckless and you know it."

dabi was silent as she finished up. he sat up once she was done and watched as she placed the items back into the first aid kit. "why are you up so late anyways?"

"couldn’t sleep." she shrugged. dabi raised a questioning brow and she shrugged. "you expect me to sleep after everything that happened today?"

"causing chaos isn't something that you haven't done before though." he hummed, watching as she compiled all of the used bandage together to throw away. "but watching you almost get yourself killed was."

"you really care that much?"

y/n lowered her eyes at him and shook her head in pure disbelief. "no shit, touya. why would i have teleported us home? stitch up your wound, and even hours later, i come back to check on you. you sound so fucking selfish right now." she stood up, turning to walk away, but dabi reached for her wrist.

he caught it just in time, letting out a small groan from the swift movement. "what the fuck, touya. be careful." she said, placing the first aid kit down and a hand to his back. "im not selfish."

"really?" she deadpanned. "y/n, you've hated me ever since i joined the league. understand me when i get confused on whether or not you actually give a fuck when it comes to me." he ran is palm down his face, trying to fight his exhaustion.

"i can say the same for you." y/n spoke.

"i only return the attitude that's given to me." dabi said, staring at y/n as she tried to read his features but he gave her nothing to work with other than an emotionless expression. "i don't hate you."

"so what do you feel, y/n? you're not making sense."

she stared at him and they held eye contact. y/n let down whatever guards she had up in hopes that dabi can read what she was trying to tell him. he was good at that whether she liked it or not. "say it." he finally said. y/n figured that he got the idea in just mere seconds.

"no." she shook her head with a scoff. "i hate the fact that i feel it for you anyways. I'm not going to speak it into reality."

dabi’s grip on y/n’s wrist loosened as he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “you really think not saying it makes a difference? you’ve already given yourself away, y/n.”

y/n’s eyes flashed with irritation. “you don’t get it. saying it makes it real, and i can’t deal with that right now.”

dabi scoffed, leaning back on the bed, his eyes narrowing as he looked up at her. “oh, spare me the drama. you think i don’t know how you feel? you act like you’re the only one here who’s conflicted.”

y/n glared at him, yanking her wrist free. “conflicted? you? you barely even acknowledge when people care about you. you’re reckless with your life, like nothing matters, and you think i’m the one being dramatic?” her voice rose, frustration bubbling over.

dabi sat up straighter, his gaze sharp and unyielding. “don’t pretend like you’ve been so open about your feelings either, y/n. you’ve spent most of your time pushing me away or acting like you couldn’t care less. and now, when it actually matters, you wanna play the martyr?”

her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “i’m not playing anything, touya! you’re impossible to deal with. you push everyone away, you never let anyone in, and now you have the nerve to act like i’m the problem?”

dabi’s expression hardened, his eyes flashing with anger. “you really think you’ve got me all figured out, huh? like you’re the only one who’s allowed to have their guard up? newsflash, y/n, you’re not as mysterious as you think.”

y/n’s frustration boiled over as she crossed her arms and shot him a withering glare. “then what do you want from me, touya? huh? what is it you actually want? because all you ever do is act like nothing gets to you!”

dabi stood up abruptly, towering over her as the tension between them thickened. “you think it’s easy for me to be like this? you think i enjoy pushing people away?” his voice was low, dangerous, his eyes blazing with a mix of frustration and something else y/n couldn’t quite place.

her heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to back down. “then stop doing it! stop acting like you don’t care about anyone or anything!”

“i care more than you think!” dabi snapped, taking a step closer. “but you—you’re always so busy pretending you don’t want this, like it’s all some burden for you!”

y/n’s pulse quickened, her frustration and confusion mounting. “i never said i didn’t want—”

before she could finish, dabi’s hands shot up to either side of her face, pulling her in roughly. his lips crashed against hers with a sudden, fierce intensity that stole the breath from her lungs. the kiss was aggressive, meant to shut her up, and y/n’s mind went blank as every thought evaporated under the force of it.

her body reacted before she could process what was happening, her hands gripping the front of his shirt, pulling him closer even as her heart raced with the shock of it all.

dabi’s lips moved against hers, demanding and relentless, and she found herself kissing him back just as fiercely, pouring all her pent-up anger and frustration into the kiss. it was heated, messy, and full of everything they couldn’t say out loud.

he pulled back for a brief moment, their breaths mingling as he muttered, “you talk too damn much.”

before she could respond, he kissed her again, cutting off any retort she might’ve had. his hands slid from her face to her waist, gripping her tightly as if he couldn’t stand to let her go. the anger between them melted into something else entirely—something raw and consuming.

y/n’s heart hammered in her chest as she kissed him back, her hands finding their way to his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. the argument, the tension, all of it faded into the background as they lost themselves in the intensity of the moment.

when they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. dabi’s grip on her waist remained firm as he stared down at her, his expression softening just slightly.

“maybe i don’t want you to shut up,” he muttered, his voice low and rough, “but you make it hard to think.”

y/n’s lips parted, still swollen from the kiss, her breath coming in shallow bursts. “then maybe you should start listening,” she whispered, her voice shaky but steady.

dabi let out a low chuckle, his thumb brushing lightly against her hip. “yeah, maybe.” his voice dropped even lower as he added, “but that doesn’t mean i’m done shutting you up.”

with that, he pulled her back into another kiss, this one slower but no less intense, as if he was determined to make sure she knew exactly how he felt, even if neither of them were ready to say the words just yet.

she pulled back for a breath, her forehead meeting with his shoulder as she closed her eyes.

"i hate you, touya."

"then hate me more."

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Screaming, crying, sobbing, wanting to die

Edit: HOLY CRAP I’VE NEVER GOTTEN THIS MANY LIKES BEFORE THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!!!

[fluff-n-cookies]

So I was watching Hazbin Hotel (which is streaming on prime video) and I was thinking how hilarious it would be if the pro heroes Fatgum, Aizawa, Mirko, (or Hawks) had a S/O who has a quirk like Nifty (which by the way, is my favorite character in Hazbin hotel😅) she is kindhearted, but there are times that she says messed up shit to freak out the heroes and the LOV love her for it🤣

Guess who's back! I was on break for writing my book, so sorry for the delay. and once again, I don't do romance but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. also, this is so short, I'm so sorry, I don't really do senarios for this one reason.

for my poor boy fatgum, it's gotten to the point where he has to keep you on a leash!

but he's actually quite indifferent to it, rather opting to let you let hell loose on whomever you want to.

sometimes he does get a tad bit fed up with your antics but at the end of the day, you're one of his favorite people ever. not because you're useful or powerful, it's just that he holds you dear for being who you are.

a monster.

y'know, at first Aizawa used to actually think you were high on coffee and monster energy so he was actually quite suprised when he learned that... you're just like that.

but no seriously, he had you take multiple drug tests to be sure, lord knows what's in your veins.

but as long as you can shut up when he wants to sleep, he acutally quite likes you.

as a primarily night patroling hero, it's nice to see someone with so much energy and kindness.

in the end, he quite likes you, he probably kill for you.

NO BECUASE SHE ACTUALLY HAS THE POWER TO KEEP UP WIHT YOU SSTOOOOP.

chases you around town when you try and make a run for it

hypes you up whenever you get excited

MATCHES YOUR FREAK LIEK THE GODDESS SHE IS

ha sand will again kick someone to the moon if the DARE judge you.

he is actually a mix of Fatgum and miruko.

while he does indulge in your little freaky stunts he also known when to be professional and act differently.

and he will always introduce you as "my favorite weirdo."

he's just happy to be with you.

takes you out on late night fly's whenever you get that burst of energy during the night.

sweet bird boy.

BONUS! LOV!

has kidnapped you 8 times now with the sole purpose of recruiting you to the LOV!!!

they genuinely think you're a villain (maybe you are!) and that you're secretly on their side and are playing around with the hero's just because.

no seriously, try and tell them that you're not a villain they say something like "yeeeeahhh, sureeee. *wink* *wink*"

but they actually really enjoy you're company, you're invited on their weekly schemes and they always hope that you'll come.

Toga loves you the most but the others really like you because you always think a way to irk their most hated hero's.

[memeshnik]

[smelliemelly]

The LOV's type !!

Shigaraki loves himself a weird partner. Any "weird" person is perfect. Your obsessed with anime, fnaf, any other fandom? Cute. If you like to read fanfiction, draw, write, so on so forth, you definitely got a chance! Bonus points if you have that cute weird style even more bonus points if you have glasses. He doesn't mind if you're clingy, as long as he is able to have his own space at some point then honestly? Perfect match. He loves a person with humor, especially dark humor. He just wants a partner who is pretty much free when it comes to being themselves.

Dabi would love to have a person who's able to understand him. Most people would think Dabi goes for those silent sarcastic mean types but not really.. he likes quiet people don't get him wrong, but sarcastic and mean types? That's his job, he wants someone who is pretty sweet, someone who is easy to talk to, and someone who has good communication skills. He wants a serious relationship not some highschool 4 month relationship. He wants to have a genuine connection, someone he can love forever until death. He loves someone who can take care of him when needed, and bonus points if you're able to top him.

Toga loves someone who is also themselves. Someone who is super kind, someone who cares. Someone who doesn't judge her. I feel like if you are able to accept her for who she is she'll definitely develop an innocent crush on you. If you're able to show that you support who she is, that would be even more amazing, she'd probably be your best friend and also your partner. She wants someone to be super silly with, someone to have fun, someone to be chaotic with. She doesn't have much to give you of course but she'll give you all she can in order to show how thankful she is of you<3

Twice pretty much wants the same as Dabi and Toga. He wants someone who cares, someone who can understand him, and someone who can take care of him when needed. Of course just like Toga and Dabi he doesn't have much to give but he'll try his hardest to do anything for you. He loves someone with humor, and loves someone who is easy to talk with. Also bonus points if you're able to reassure him when he's overthinking

Spinner loves someone like Shigaraki, a weird person❤️ Now when I say weird for these two I don't mean someone who is like.. really.. suspiciously weird. I mean weird in an endearing way! Pretty much everyone in the LOV finds weird endearing, ESPECIALLY Spinner and Shigaraki. Just as long as you don't judge him for who he is he'll cherish you forever.

Mr.Compress loves himself any person who is classy and dramatic. If you're a baddie he's already got his eye on you. He loves curves, and I mean LOVES THEM. Also nobody in the LOV judges bodies, but Mr.Compress WORSHIPS bodies. He absolutely loves your hip dips, your small, medium, large biddies, he loves it all. He'd love a person who has talent. Doesn't matter what type, singing? Drawing? Painting? Literally any talent. Just gave some sort of talent and he's head over heels.

Kurogiri loves to have a classy partner. Not dramatic, but more like a classy, demure, kind and gentle person. He loves when his partner can make a good tea, or give good life tips, or even is somewhat of a mother figure to others. He loves someone who is mature, responsible, humble, so on and so forth.

Anyways I hope these weren't trash<3

[ihearttenko]

I love how despite Tomura being able to kill without hesitation he still has enough empathy to actually care for what other people want and actively remember those things — like when compress wanted sushi in season 6; or Himiko who didn’t want to have a villain name; I know this is like basic knowledge but it makes me happy we can see him being simply human

[call-me-chips]

Okay, random thought, but Shigaraki's parents died when he was a wee child.

New headcanon I have just unlocked: Shigaraki was never told that Santa wasn't real and Kurogiri didn't have the heart to tell him, so Kurogiri bought extra presents every year and signed them as "Santa". The lov went along with it to keep Shigaraki happy, but Shiggy found out the truth the year Dabi joined

Just like,

Dabi: Do you seriously still believe in this shit?

Shigaraki, writing his letter to Santa: . . . believe in what??

[beargyufairy]

No one mourns the wicked

No, one mourns the wicked

[deadhands69]

*❆ Candy Cane ❆*

MDNI

Loser!Shigaraki x gn Reader

loser!Shigaraki gets a cute Christmas present after you tease him at the tree lighting not explicit, just strongly suggestive [quick read; wc: .9k]

“Didn’t wanna be here,” Tomura Shigaraki’s voice is muffled under the layers of scarf wrapping his face. 

“Oh come on,” you quip, grabbing his arm to pull him along with the group, “you'll live.”

If you were anyone else, he would have fought back. Anyone else and he wouldn't be so nervous, tensing under your touch. 

But you're you. 

So he follows. 

Admittedly, you were finding that you don't really want to be here either. Since when were tree lightings so boring? 

You find yourself standing in front of a dark tree with a long countdown. Listening to the same music you've heard for weeks now, watching the crowd shuffle around you. 

There's not even the thrill of being caught in public, when you're all so bundled up no one could possibly recognize you.  You've accepted that the evening peaked when you all bought hot chocolate and candy canes. Now, you just have to get through it.

“Who's idea was this anyways,” you ask from under the balaclava covering your face, “to show up this early?”

“If you don't show up early, you don't get a good spot,” Spinner asserts. “Plus, not everyone here has done something like this. It'll be a better experience for them.”

He's right, you think to yourself. Suck it up for them. Toga and Dabi both had such limited childhoods it’s hard to deny them these fun new experiences. There's probably still some magic left in Christmas, for Toga at least. You doubt Dabi cares too much. 

Shigaraki groans next to you. He still looks grouchy. Hands stuffed under his arms for warmth, closing himself off from the world. You know he's probably never been to anything like this either but you can't imagine it means anything to him. Holidays never do, yet even he showed up for everyone else. 

Maybe you should reward that and make this a little fun for yourself. He's cute, in a bumbling way, and teasing him had become your biggest hobby lately. 

Shuffling slightly to your right, you lean into his arm. He assumes it's a mistake. That you've accidentally bumped into him because what else could it be? He steps to the side, giving you some space that you immediately fill again. Eyes staring into his, half pouting.

There are at least eight layers of clothing between the two of you, but that doesn't matter to him. Your sleeve is touching his. 

You're close. 

On purpose.

The countdown hits a minute and the crowd begins to shift their attention forward. Well, everyone but Tomura. 

His eyes are locked on you. Breathing, forced to appear regular but you know he's an absolute mess in his head. 

Through the two thick layers of pants he's wearing, you can still see a bulge beginning to form. 

This is too good. 

Leaning in even closer, you whisper in a voice you know only he can hear. “Is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

It's cheesy, absolutely. You know that. But it does the job, his face glowing more red than the lights that just filled the tree in front of you. 

Upon returning to the LOV headquarters, the group is determined to keep the party going. Bottles of champagne and sparkling cider are being popped. Jackets are strewn across the chairs and table while everyone peels off their outer layers. 

Tomura wanders down the hall, not pausing for a second. He'll come back to the celebration but you know that first he needs to tend to the raging boner you gave him just by standing too close. 

You follow him. Something about his demeanor struck a nerve in you. After months of this, you can't deny that watching someone so powerful become so pathetic doesn't do anything for you. Especially when you're the reason for it. 

No one notices as you run down the hallway around the corner, catching him just before he disappears to his room. As he turns to see who came after him, you shove him into the wall with a thud. 

“That's dangerous. Sneaking up on me. I could have touched you, you know.” 

“Tomura, you have three layers of gloves on. What were you going to do?” you laugh. 

Reaching towards his face, you begin to unwrap his scarf. 

“What are you doing?” he barely whispers, the tent in his pants becoming increasingly obvious. 

“Just because it's Christmas,” you answer, making him wait for what that means while you pull the last layer of scarf from his face. 

“...and just because you get so cute when you're flustered…” you trail off, bringing your face closer. One of your hands cups his jaw while the other runs through his unruly hair. You can feel his breath on your skin before your lips connect with his. 

His lips are sweet and sticky with peppermint. He's obviously never kissed anyone before, moving clumsily but still returning the kiss more than you expected him to. 

In something between a groan and a whimper, he bites your lip. Gasping for air while he clutches your shoulders for support. 

“I… sorry,” he mumbles before turning to lock himself in his room in embarrassment. 

Merry Christmas to you too. 

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I love canon Shig but there's something so fun about someone so powerful absolutely losing their shit over you sooo I'm gonna keep writing these