#pro hero dabi fanfic

[thesakuragarnet]

The Boy Born With Everything

Summary:

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

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

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

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

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

AO3 link

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

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Chapter One: Prologue || Before The Betrayal

One week before X day. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Doyouwannamakeout?”

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

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

Hawks raises an eyebrow before taking a look around. 

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

“My bedroom.”

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…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BZZT! BZZT!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 2: Home

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No one else brings things for him.

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

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

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

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

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

“A lot…before Sekoto,” Touya admits. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

…

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

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

Ker-CHICK!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Touya!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey.”

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

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

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

…

…

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

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

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

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

“Can we slow down?” Touya blurts. 

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

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

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

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

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

WELCOME HOME :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

The sound echoes through the household.

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

“He’s early!” Fuyumi gasps. 

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

‘Fastest Pro alive? Wait…’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Touya?” 

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

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

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

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

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

‘The Commission?’

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

“Touya! Language!” Rei hisses. 

Touya mumbles a half-hearted apology. 

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

Touya’s heart monitor whines again. 

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

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

Touya swallows. 

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

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

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

“Okay.”

…

…

“Keigo.”

“Touya.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot

A/N: this piece was commissioned on my ko-fi page by @unhinged-bratty-boy - I hope you'll like it!

Pro hero Dabi - headcanons PRO HERO DABI & INTERN!BAKUGO A warm welcome - pro hero!Dabi - headcanons NSFW MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

When you apply to pro hero Dabi's agency, the warnings come pouring in - friends, colleagues, even strangers with opinions. Todoroki Touya, they say, is all trouble. The kind of guy who throws boundaries out the window, a real-life storm of late-night parties and scandalous headlines. His reputation practically writes itself: messy nights, wild flings, his name splashed across the front pages more times than you can count. But you don’t care. All you see is a man with an appetite - for success, for pushing limits - and something about that drive hooks you. It doesn’t hurt that he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on, either.

It only takes a few weeks before you notice the way his gaze lingers on you a bit too long, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips when you catch him watching. To everyone’s surprise - including yours - you’re suddenly the apple of Touya’s eye. He’s dropping casual flirtations that could almost pass as jokes, but there’s a glint in his eye that says otherwise. You can’t put a finger on what’s shifted, what’s drawn him so close, but you don’t mind. Not one bit. Before you know it, the two of you are something - a thing, as he so casually puts it - and that intensity, the heat, becomes something you both can’t let go of.

Every time you have a photoshoot, pro hero Dabi secretly arranges for prints to be delivered directly to his office. He claims it’s “for agency publicity” whenever anyone catches a glimpse of the high-quality photos stacked on his desk, but everyone knows better - especially you. You’ve walked in on him once or twice, perched back in his office chair, idly flipping through the photos as if they’re nothing more than paperwork, but that dark glint in his eye tells a different story. His fingers linger over each image, tracing lines and curves as if committing every detail to memory. There’s no hiding the desire he has for you, and he doesn’t even try to mask it. One day, you step in for a mission briefing, catching him red-handed with your latest set spread out like artwork on display. Your boss raises an eyebrow as he notices you eyeing the photos, that cocky smirk creeping up as he leans back, wholly unbothered. “What?” he drawls, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Can’t a guy appreciate the beauty when he sees it?” He lets the words hang as his gaze drifts lazily from the photos up to meet your eyes, that mischievous spark lighting up as he takes in your slightly shocked expression. “Besides, you’re my sidekick. It’s my job to keep tabs on all your assets.” Heat creeps up your neck, and you can tell by the satisfied look on his face that he’s savoring every second. With a languid stretch, he stands, one of the photos in hand as he strides over, holding it up, letting his gaze flick between it and you like he’s comparing the real thing to the masterpiece. “The photos are nice,” he murmurs, leaning in close, “but seeing you in person? Nothing beats that, princess.” He slips the photo back onto his desk, his fingers grazing yours as his voice drops while he holds your hands, rubbing their top with his thumbs. “You know, if you’re ever up for a private photoshoot, darlin’, I’ll personally handle the camera,” Touya grins wryly, “And,” letting go of one of your hands, pro hero Dabi brushes a thumb along the edge of the photo, “this one? Definitely deserves a frame.”

Pro hero Dabi has a knack for making every training session feel a little too hands-on. When he strides over, all casual confidence, you know exactly what’s coming - his classic move. He’ll slide up behind you, so close you can feel the warmth radiating off him, murmuring about your form in that low, easy drawl. His hands settle at your hips, adjusting you with slow, deliberate movements, fingers pressing a little too firmly, lingering just a second too long. There’s a ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips as he makes a show of correcting your posture, and you can almost hear the satisfaction in his voice as he says, “Not bad, not bad…” His fingers slide lower, trailing along the back of your thigh as he adjusts your stance, his touch warm and unhurried. “But maybe you’re in need of a little more practice.” His eyes flick down, smirk widening as he feels you tense up under his touch. “Can’t have you losing your balance now, can we, rookie?” And then there are the moments where he tests your reflexes out of nowhere, moving in quick, unannounced ways that make you jolt and pivot instinctively - only for his hand to fortuitously brush over your ass. You give him a look, one eyebrow raised, but he just chuckles, the sound rich and infuriatingly pleased. “Oops,” he says, the corners of his mouth quirking up as his eyes spark with unhidden amusement. “Guess that’s on me.”

Fighting side by side, seeing you, his sidekick, completely in control as you take down villains one after another, stirs something primal in pro hero Dabi. The fight's barely over, but Dabi’s eyes haven’t left you since it started. Watching you work in that tight costume, landing punches and taking charge with an intensity he can practically feel under his skin - it’s got him all wound up, every move of yours tugging his restraint tauter until he’s gritting his teeth, aching. He’s still got a villain groaning at his feet, but all he can focus on is how you look right now: fierce, defiant, that spark in your eye making it impossible for him to think straight. The rush of adrenaline, the danger - it makes him so hard he has to grit his teeth just to keep his focus on the fight instead of the ache in his dick and balls. It becomes a struggle to keep his mind on the mission, especially when you send one of the villains flying with a well-placed hit, flashing him that nasty glance you master to perfection. Every time you land a move or finish an opponent, it takes every ounce of Touya’s control not to pull you into a dark corner and fuck your sweet pussy senseless. You catch his gaze as you toss one more villain to the ground, giving him that cocky, dangerous smile he knows you wear just for him. His jaw tightens. Just one look, and it’s over. The moment the last thug hits the ground, he’s stepping in close, his breathing ragged, grabbing you by the hips and tugging you flush against him with a force that’s more raw than gentle. He’s hard as hell, and he makes sure you know it, pressing himself against you until there’s no space between you and he’s got you right where he wants you, his lips grazing the column of his neck and he doesn’t give a fuck who’s watching. Touya growls, one hand moving to cup your ass unpretentiously. “Do you even realize what you’re doing to me, rookie?” he growls, “Seeing you like that - makes me lose my damn mind. My dick’s been throbbing since the second I saw you take down that first guy.” 

With you as his sidekick, pro hero Dabi finds himself constantly on edge, craving you in ways he can barely restrain, and most of the time, he doesn’t even try. The thrill of stealing moments, sneaking touches, and giving in to his desire in forbidden places only fuels the fire. It’s a rush, knowing he could get caught but not caring because, when it comes to you, nothing else matters.

Some days, just seeing you in his office, leaning over his desk as you discuss mission details, is enough to drive him wild. He’ll circle the desk, fingers trailing over your back before pulling you close, pressing you down against the smooth wood. There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pushes up your skirt, gripping the plushy flesh of your thighs. “You fucking brat,” he chuckles loudly. “Well, well… aren’t you a filthy little whore? No panties in the workplace, huh?” And before you can protest, Touya lifts you onto the desk, and spreads your legs to find a beautiful pussy waiting for him, glistening with wetness, flushed with blood, a clit begging for attention. He dives in and immediately savores your sweet taste, and his tongue and lips swallow all of you. Seconds later, the situation changes. That’s the thing about pro hero Dabi - when he wants something, he doesn’t care who sees or what rules get broken. And right now, that something is you, straddling his face with your skirt hiked up, your fingers wrapped around his cock that you fished out of his hero gear. His fingers dig into your hips, a silent warning - a struggle between needing more and being totally, utterly overwhelmed. Each pass of your hand along his shaft is slow, deliberate, your thumb pressing into the sensitive tip, teasing the slit leaking precum before sliding back down, your grip tightening each time, your other hands massaging his heavy balls. Touya gasps, and the sound is swallowed by the press of your thighs around his face. He eats your pussy in earnest, his hot tongue nudging your slick, swollen clit, only to flick back to brushing against your pussy lips and entrance. You arch above him, moaning, hips rolling forward just enough to coax another groan from him as you grind your wet cunt over his face. Your boss’ nails dig in harder in your thighs, leaving crescent marks as he fights to keep himself together, hips bucking up feverishly into your hand, seeking any relief he can find. You feel him throbbing in your grip, his cock pulsing with every stroke. And when he finally loses it, it’s with no apology nor hesitation. His cum spills over your hand, streaking down your wrist and onto his exposed abdomen. His head falls back against the desk, lips parted as he drags in a breath, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looks up at you with a reckless glint in his eye. “Hell of a fucking show,” he murmurs, voice still thick and unsteady, but cocky as ever. “Hope someone did walk in to see you workin’ me over like that, princess.”

You mewl and lean forward to lick his cock clean while slipping your hand between your parted legs to rub your neglected clit.

Touya spanks your ass, leaving a handprint on your buttock. "Yeah, yeah, princess. Let me make you cum in my mouth."

Interviews are supposed to be professional, just another part of the job for pro hero Dabi, but when you’re seated beside him, he’s anything but composed. You know he has trouble keeping his hands to himself.  Under the table, his hand finds your thigh, strong fingers slowly kneading your muscles, his touch starting innocently enough before turning into something far more possessive as he pushes his hand right between your thighs, massaging your mound through your hero costume. As the questions go on, his thumb traces slow circles over the wetness that is forming, and every squeeze and stroke makes it nearly impossible for you to focus. Dabi’s gaze is fixed on you with that unmistakable, dark intensity, the kind that says he’s mentally stripping you right there in the room. His eyes are a smoldering blue, roaming over your face, lingering on your lips, your neck, dipping down to places he wishes he could reach under different circumstances. Each time he glances at you, his pupils dilate, and the barely-there smirk on his lips lets you know exactly what he’s thinking about. It’s maddening, the way he rubs slow, teasing circles over your swollen pussy lips through your gear, applying just enough pressure to send a pulse of heat through you, all while keeping that perfectly cool, laid-back demeanor for the cameras. You bite your lip, trying to maintain your composure, but every touch makes it harder to keep your expression steady. When the interviewer turns to him with a question about his latest mission, he doesn’t even hesitate, keeping his eyes on the reporter, but his hand already slips inside your pants, dragging just over where he knows you’re most sensitive, his thumb grazing in tantalizing little movements, gently tapping your slick, swollen clitoris. “The mission?” Touya replies casually, voice smooth and confident as ever. “It was handled without a hitch. Nothing we couldn’t handle together.” His fingers poke your entrance and before you know it, they’re inside your slick wetness. “My sidekick here,” he adds with a sideways glance at you, “She makes every mission a lot more interesting. She keeps me on my toes.”

[serotonins-stuff]

He snapped at you during an argument ~bnha

(post argument)

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~Bnha boys

~Includes : Bakugo, Izuku, Todoroki ,Denki , Sero, Kirishima, Hawks, Aizawa,Shigaraki ,Dabi

~warnings : just fluff

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Class 1A

Bakugo

Regrets everything he said after having some time to cool down

Decides to get you food he can give you as an apology

"Listen.... I didn't mean what I said before"

If you're still being pouty he'll offer pick you up and put you on the kitchen counter, hold your hips and tell you to forgive him already

Izuku

Apologizes immediately

Gets frustrated with himself for losing his cool

Mumbles incoherently

"I'm sorry, you didn't deserve that"

Holds and rubs your arms soothingly while he apologizes.

Shoto

Gives you a bit of space to try and figure out the best way to apologize

Might even ask Fuyumi for advice.

"That was out of line, I'm sorry"

holds your hands in his to look down at your face while he apologizes

Sero

Immediately realizes he messed up and curses himself out about it.

Gives himself a pep talkin the other room before apologizing to you

"Ok, you're gonna go in there and apologize to her for being a douche ok?" he says while looking himself in the mirror.

"I shouldn't have said that....I'm sorry"

Cradles your face with one hand while the other stays on your hip

Denki

Puts his face in his arms while resting on the bed

"What am I doing?" he'll groan with frustration

Nervously stands in the bathroom wandering if you even want him around anymore

"I just,-I"

Fumbles with his words and hand movements nervously.

"I'm sorry"

Kirishima

Apologizes right after saying those words

"I didn't mean that.....I just"

Might even get teary eyed thinking about hurting your feelings

"I'm so sorry"

Gives you a big hug and cuddles you afterwords

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Pro hero's

Hawks

Sighs deeply while craning his ead at the ceiling, closing his eyes shut and ruffling his hair.

His wings droop at the thought of you being mad at him.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you like that"

He looks at you with such hope that you can't even stay mad at him forever.

Hoists you up by your thighs and nuzzles his face into your neck.

Aizawa

Trys to cheer you up

Makes you a coffee with smiley face marshmallows

Kisses the top of your forehead

"Im sorry for the way I acted"

Definitely rubs your back slowly while sitting you on his lap

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Villains

Shigaraki

Genuinely thinks you'll leave him

Puts on your favorite multiplayer game so you can play together

Holds you by the waist

"Im sorry about earlier"

Dabi

Takes a long time to apologize but realizes he might lose you if he doesn't

Sits you on his lap if you're still pouty

Rubs you back, while you lay your head on his chest

"Look, I'm sorry alright?"

[angel-eclairs]

Pool Party!

Description- You, Dabi, and Hawks are roommates but soon to become more than that...or not.

Word Count: 995

MHA!Hawks & Dabi x f!reader

Warnings: Choking, begging, degrading, and praising

Release Date:

Old Account - 07-15-2021

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It’s a hot summer Saturday, you and your roommates are in your backyard pool. You’re watching your roommate Dabi swim while talking to your other roommate Hawks. While you’re talking you feel hawks move his hand onto your thigh. You had always been stuck in a love triangle with both your roommates not knowing which one to choose.

Hawks traces his hand up your thigh and then… Dabi calls him of course nothing got further than that it never has. You never get your chance. You sigh as you come to realization that life just hates you. Hawks and Dabi get done talking and you see Hawks leave to go to the bathroom.

Dabi swims over to you and says “How are you doing today princess” you look at him and say “I’m okay” he comes closer and looks you up and down. He says “That’s good”. You guys are face-to-face and not talking it’s kind of awkward.

As soon as you’re about to turn away, he grabs your face and your waist and pulls you in. You’re face-to-face with him again and he’s leaning in to your face. As soon as your lips are about to meet, Hawks walks out of the house.”

He sees you and Dabi meeting eye to eye like you’re about to kiss. He comes over and gets mad. Him and Dabi start arguing and you don’t know what to do. They’re going at it and you see Dabi make a move like he’s about to hit Hawks and you stop him.

“Both of you stop!!” you yell. They both look at you. “Why don’t you choose princess?” Dabi says. “Yea, which one of us do you want?” says Hawks. Stuck between the two you can’t do anything but say the truth. So you tell them “I can’t stand to see you two fight like this” they both look confused. They start coming towards you “NO!” you yell “Don’t come near me, want me to tell you why” they both look like they wanna know.

You don’t want to expose yourself for the sake of them not fighting. But you hate seeing them fight so much. So, you expose yourself and say “Because I like the both of you as more than friends or roommates” both of them come towards you.

“Finally” Dabi says, “Finally?” you question. “Yes, finally me and him both like you too but we weren’t sure if you felt the same way so we faked it”. You look at them confused “Me, why me” Hawks looks you up and down and says “Do you know how sexy you are?” they both surround you.

Dabi picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. You look at both of them and say “Wait, what are we doing here?”. They look at each other and smile. Hawks looks at you and says “You don’t know how sexy you are so.. we’re gonna show you”

Hawks lifts up your legs and Dabi goes up by your head. They both pull out their dicks, both of them are rock hard just for you.

Hawks pulls down your pants and starts rubbing your clit. “

Hey Dabi, I think our princess is enjoying herself. She’s so wet already.” he smirks.

Dabi smiles and says “Why don’t we all have a lot of fun.” he lifts your head and puts his dick in your mouth. Hawks touching you feels like heaven you can’t help but moan. Even with Dabi’s dick in your mouth you couldn’t help it. Hawks was so good at what he couldn’t. Before you notice you couldn’t help the urge but to cum all over Hawks fingers. At the same time, Dabi squirts his hot cum into your mouth forcing you to swallow it.

They both laugh, Dabi takes his dick out of your mouth and bends down, he grabs your chin and kisses. “Would you like to have some more fun princess?” Dabi says. You were enjoying yourself so of course you say “Yes, I would love to have some more fun.”

Dabi replaces Hawks. Dabi spits on your pussy and rubs your clit.

He puts his dick inside of you, he’s so hard. You feel the his dick on your pussy walls, he’s pumping in and out of you. He’s so deep. Meanwhile, Hawks is sucking on your boobs, and playing with your nipples.

They know exactly the right things to do to pleasure you. Dabi is deepstroking, while Hawks is choking you and sucking your boobs. You’re thinking to yourself how earlier you guys were regular roommates and one thing led to another and here you guys are.

Roommates to lovers, you couldn’t but take back your thought earlier. That life hates you because you’re having the time of your life. Hawks gets up and puts his dick in your mouth, Dabi pussy fucking you. Hawks throat fucking you. It was almost like a dream.

Dabi and Hawks thrust into you at the same and both squirt their hot cum into you. They sit you up and look at you, and say “Did you have fun?” you nod your head yes. “Im kind of tired though” you say. They say “We’re going to get cleaned up, you can rest here.” so you lay down and they leave. When you wake up you find Dabi and Hawks in front of you but… you’re at the pool. Hawks looks at you and says “Look who finally woke up.” he chuckles. Dabi chuckles as well, “What were you dreaming about? You were out for quite a while.”

This moment you thought again “Life hates me.”

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The End

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[touyatakeover]

‘japan's sweetheart and her special someone.’

dabi x female pro hero reader

japan's new number one hero has been in a very serious relationship with someone for quite some time now. but no one knows that... except her and that “someone.” and who could have ever guessed that that “someone” is supposed to be her worst enemy?

word count: 5.5k words

—warnings and things: hawks appearance (just friends lolz), slight angst (dabi is insecure), arguing for just a second, secret relationship, established relationship, dynamic can be a bit strained (due to the hero/villian thing) but don’t worry y’all are very much in love, he really likes to call you pretty (among other nicknames), teasing, dabi is called "touya" a couple times, reader is referred to as “you” instead of “she,” choking, a lotttt of praise, sub!reader, soft dom!dabi, fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, (semi??)public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cursing/swearing.

if i'm missing some, let me know!

i have a dabi infestation, in my brain. he won’t go away. physically cannot stop thinking about that weirdo.

ok here we go

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a bright smile rested upon your face after you and one other hero took down yet another villian. you looked at the crowd of citizens (that had gathered around the scene seemingly out of no where) before you, cheering you on, screaming your hero name, applauding for you. this part of your job made you feel warm inside. the sight of the people, young and old, big and small, holding so much adoration for you.

you were like a superstar in the hero world, soaring up the ranks at an insane rate. you had just passed endeavor a little under two months ago, making you japan’s brand new number one hero. and unlike endeavor, everyone seemed to love you, even your competitors. not just for your quirk, or your physical strength, but your mental prowess, how quick and creatively you were able to think on your feet, and (the most popular reason) for your personality. you presented as japan’s new sweetheart, mature, well put-together, with a heart of gold (that was especially loved by the country’s children).

you retained a down-to-earth character, despite your strength and the constant praise you received. with the amount compliments you’d hear about yourself, people would expect it to all go to your head. but, you were perfect, in the mind’s of the country’s civilians anyway.

“beautiful job, as always, number one!” you hear the pro hero hawks say from behind you with a smile, followed by a hand on your shoulder. even hawks couldn’t dislike you, even though you had surpassed both him and his idol endeavor in the hero rankings.

you giggle at your friend’s compliment, “thank you, hawks. it was nothing, really! besides, you helped me a ton!”

the blonde scoffs. “oh please, you practically did it all without me!”

the two of you share a high-five, and your conversation is interrupted by a small group of five elementary school children running up to you and hawks.

“hiii!” one of the girls of the group, who appears to be the leader, says. then, they start talking to you all at the same time, saying things like “you both are so cool!!” and “i wan’ be just like you when i grow up!” and “may i take a picture to show my mommy?” among other things.

you stand with your knees bent and hands on your knees to get at their eye level and listened to them carefully, nodding, and smiling, and signing things for them, and taking pictures, and smiling some more.

after signing what you thought was the last of the merch from the children, all of them except one goes to talk to hawks. you noticed, though, the last one of the kids from the group still standing in front of you, looking at her feet, shy to meet your gaze.

you kneel down fully and start softly, “hello, sweetie. what’s your name?”

“m-my… um… my name is… akemi,” the adorable young girl says just over a whisper. she plays with her fingers to ease her nerves as her favorite hero stands over her.

“my gosh, what a pretty name! it suits you.”

“h-how, miss?” she says, wanting to look up at you, but feeling too shy to do so.

“akemi; the kanji means bright beauty. a wonderful name for such a wonderful girl.”

“you think i’m wonderful?!” she finally looks up at you, her expression much brighter, and eyes sparkling. her words are clear and have fully lost their stutter. she’s beaming. she’s bright and beautiful, as her name suggests.

“of course, lovely. i can tell you are.”

your voice is genuine, but for some reason, she looks down at her shoes once more and her voice is back down to a whisper.

“my mommy and daddy… th-they think that my quirk isn’t good enough to be a hero. to be… like you. so, miss, h-how can you think i’m… wonderful?”

you frown a little and you feel your heart sink. she’s just a little girl, and yet her parents are already discouraging her?

you know someone, who’s parents didn’t really believe in him growing up. his hero, his father, constantly discouraging him, crushing his dreams. and you’ve seen the results of that lack of support.

“akemi, i’m gonna tell you a secret, mkay?” you begin.

she nods. “‘kay.”

“my quirk used to give me problems when i was your age, too. i just had to learn how to use it to it’s full potential.”

“n-no way!” her sparkling eyes are back on you. they have a gorgeous blue hue, like the sea. just like that certain someone you know.

“yes way! you’re still young, your quirk must’ve just manifested a little while ago. you, my dear, still have so much time to achieve your dream.”

“but… wh-what if i can’t?”

“i know you can. i know you’ll be an even better hero than me, i can feel it.” you lift your hands and hold the both of her small ones gently.

the girl cracks a smile.

“better than you?!” akemi questions. she thinks that’s impossible to be better than ‘the best hero ever!’.

“so much better than me.”

suddenly the girl traps you in a hug. so cute, you could cry.

she thanks you, and hands you a picture she seemingly ripped out of a magazine of her favorite hero to sign.

when you stand up, she reads the words you added to her picture, right below your autograph:

— to the bright and beautiful akemi, our future number one hero. <3

she grins and gives her thanks yet another time before running off to join the rest of her friends, with an added confidence she didn’t have before.

your heart is full of warmth, watching the girl hold the picture near her heart, hugging it as she walked away.

the group of civilians begin to disperse, after the police show up and take the villian you had conquered to jail.

hawks gathers up with you again, chuckling.

“kids. they’re adorable.”

“they really really are.”

while excitedly engaging in small talk, the smart watch you wear on your right wrist makes a ding! sound.

it’s connected to your cell phone and receives the same text messages and calls that your phone does. you see you’ve received a message from… that certain blue-eyed someone that has the contact name my love on the screen.

‘what a cute display. looks like u made that little girl’s day.’

he’s watching you, from somewhere. he’s waiting for you. as usual. well that’s what you thought. until your watch dings again three times in a row.

‘if you’ve started looking for me already, i’ve already left.’

‘meet u on the roof of ur house.’

‘excited to see you, pretty girl. come to me. quickly.’

“ooo, gotta go keigo! the sun is about to go down soon and i’ve got stuff to do at home!” you half-lie, careful with using his real name until just about everyone’s gone.

“alright, y/n, don’t forget we’re doing karaoke with mirko on sunday!”

for a second you wondered how you ever agreed to that. you weren’t the best singer, but karaoke with your friends sounded fun. a good way to relax from hero work.

“i didn’t forget!! who do you think i am? i’ll see you sunday!” you yell out with a little wave as he ascends slowly into the sky, flapping his wings, preparing to take off.

when hawks is finally gone, you make your way home quickly, thanking god your house isn’t at all far from where you are.

you excitedly stroll down the streets, watching your home get closer and closer. when you arrive home, you don’t even take off your tattered hero costume and make your way up to your roof.

and there, you see it. your certain someone.

him.

he’s laying down on top of a blanket that he's placed over the flat surface of the roof, in wait for you, playing with the small blue flames dancing on his fingertips. a toothy smile creeps up on his features as he hears you approaching him.

“hey, pretty lady.”

he greets you, standing up while extinguishing his flames in an instant and reaching his arms out for you.

you happily wrap your arms around him, inhaling the smell of his smoky and musky cologne.

“hi, you stalker,” you say into his chest even though this is a common occurrence. when he’s not busy he likes to meet up with you in places neither of you can be seen since you’re both one another’s dirty little secrets.

you can feel the laugh he lets out vibrating against his chest.

“‘m not a stalker. just wanted to see what the number one hero was up to, just like everyone else.”

you roll your eyes and separate from your hug, looking him in the eyes as he continues to speak.

“you came just in time to watch the sunset with me, baby.” he sits back down on the blanket, takes off his jacket, and pats the spot next to him. “sit down, pretty.”

and so you sit. you lay your head on his shoulder and look at the sunset. gorgeous shades of orange and yellow paint the sky as the giant ball of heat prepares to sleep through the night. the two of you enjoy the view of the day’s transition into nighttime, exchanging small words here and there.

“i wonder what kind of spell you put on me to make me keep meeting up with you like this, instead of just killing you. you got some secret second quirk or something?” he smirks at the circumstances.

you offered him a small smile in return, looking over at him. "nope... not to my knowledge. but... maybe that would explain why everyone likes me so much. even you."

when the two of you had first crossed paths nearly two years ago, it was when he was sent on a mission to assassinate you. at the time you were (and still are) considered the league of villains' biggest threat. you were climbing up the ranks quickly, as the announcement that you were the 4th highest ranked hero of that year had just came out. the league just had to make sure they eliminated you, so they sent dabi. and he thought it would be an easy, one-and-done, sort of thing; fully prepared to kill you.

but... when you had looked menacingly into his eyes after slamming him down into the cold pavement of the alleyway that he had tried to ambush you in... he started to understand your... appeal.

everyone loves you after all, now including him.

since that day, even though he couldn't admit it to himself at first, he was awestruck by you, despite your initial dislike for him. but your sour attitude didn't deter him.

after a few more "attempts to eliminate you" that he purposefully failed, a forbidden relationship of polar opposites began to bloom.

whenever you had to fight the league of villains, you always mysteriously turned out to be unharmed, especially when you went toe-to-toe with the arsonist himself. naturally, shigaraki eventually began to question him on how you keep miraculously slipping through the league's fingers, and dabi was always quick to come up with thorough lies to deter his own friends from the truth.

to this day, because of those lies, they have yet to find out he's been warning you before every "surprise" attack the villains were planning.

and now, here you are. together. even though you really shouldn't be. watching the sun's descent on the roof of your home.

you were so relaxed beside a villian?, eyes closing as the sun almost completely disappeared. he couldn't help but stare at your face, thoughts running through his mind.

“y/n, baby?”

you hum in response.

“do you… really believe that girl you spoke to will be a hero one day? better than you?”

“if she truly wants to do that, then i believe she has the potential to do so,” you answer seriously, eyes opening and landing on the man beside you, noticing he was already peering over at you.

“ha, answered just like a perfect little hero,” is what he says, resting one of his hands on your face.

“oh, shut up,” you whisper, shuffling closer to him. you press your lips against his and he closes his eyes. he loves to kiss you. he loves the way you taste like sweet spearmint gum, due to your habit of chewing gum all the time.

you notice his tight grip on you was tightening even more, so you break the kiss and ask him “what’s wrong, baby?”

he doesn’t wanna admit it, that his cold heart warms up whenever he sees you interact with children that look up to you.

but when it also leads him down a train of thought that makes him frown. he wonders if one day he could give you children, since you like them so much. he grimaces at how he probably wouldn’t be able to be around and raise them with you, because of the fact he’s a villain.

he. is. a. villian. he’s always known that, but those words hold more weight now since he’s been dating you. you don’t deserve a villian. you deserve someone as sweet and pure as you are.

he could have been that. could have. he could’ve been a functioning part of society, just like the rest of his family, if only they payed attention to him. you managed to pay attention to a random girl on the street, and change her outlook on her life through a single conversation, and yet his own flesh and blood couldn't do that for him when he was a child. and now, he's this. burnt and battered and broken. damaged goods, even though you deserve the best there is to offer. you deserve so much better than him.

he doesn’t want to admit those things to you. he doesn't really want to feel vulnerable.

but, when his eyes meet yours, he can’t resist sharing a piece of his thoughts.

“was a cute kid you talked to earlier. the way you spoke to her it was… i don’t know," he trails off. he has a hard time expressing emotions like this at times, but he continues to try, for you. "you’re always so encouraging. you’re… a sweet girl. man, i don’t know i just… wish i knew someone like you growing up. maybe i wouldn’t have turned out… like this.”

you give him a look of bewilderment, not expecting him to pour out his heart. and really not expecting his last sentence.

“turn out like what, dabi?”

“turn out… like dabi.”

if someone just looked at him then… the way you look at him now, like his existence actually means something, he wouldn’t have ever become dabi.

he could’ve been kind like you. someone who helps people, not an evil-doer who hurts them.

he could’ve stayed touya, the dreamer. or been touya the hero, or touya the teacher, or touya the singer, or touya the artist, or touya the athlete.

but instead of all of those potential forms of touya, he is the worst possible option: dabi the murderer, dabi the arsonist, dabi the terrorist, dabi the wicked evil heartless villain. he is dabi.

“you tur—“

he groans before you can even get the sentence out of your mouth. his arms are now crossed against his chest.

“come on, y/n, don’t give me that shit. wouldn’t you rather be with a clean-cut guy that isn’t a criminal?”

“baby, please.”

he keeps going, despite your plea. he knows you don’t like when he talks like this, but these thoughts have been swimming in his mind more than usual ever since you became number one.

“wouldn’t you want a little hero, just like you? a little goody-two-shoes who can walk in the street with you, and hold your hands in public, and kiss you in front of people, and meet your family, and take pictures in your little hero magazine photoshoots with you, and take you to those restaurants you like?! give you the things you fucking deserve?!!”

he lists off things at the speed of rapid fire, his voice getting louder as he goes on.

“no. no the hell i wouldn’t.” the words leave your lips firmly.

he grabs your shoulders now and holds them tightly, but not tight enough to cause you any pain.

“don’t you ever lie to me like that again. you cannot tell me you wouldn’t pick a guy like that over someone like me; some sick homicidal asshole who has to meet up with you in fucking alleyways?!!”

you can hear his voice breaking. his words are coming out strained while he bites back the bloody tears that want to escape from his eyes. the sorrowful tone of his voice upsets you. naturally, you don't like it when he's sad, especially when it's due to his far-from-true insecurities.

“i am not lying to you! i don’t care about any of that shit! the thing i care about the most is you. it’s always gonna be you. i love my job, i love being a hero, but i’d leave it all behind. i would leave all this shit, if it meant i could be happy with you. i could never love anything or anyone else in the way that i love you, not even being number one. i tell you that all the time and i mean that.”

he knows you mean that. he knows every word you speak is truth from the bottom of your heart and it makes his head hurt. he is not worthy of this affection. why would you give up everything for him when he's nothing?

“you sound ridiculous, y/n! 'm a fuckin' sinner and you're... an angel.”

“it’s you that sounds ridiculous. we are opposites. but opposites attract, don’t they? and i fell in love with you just the way you are right now. no one could possibly make me feel the way you make me feel. i didn’t fall in love with a hero, or a 'goody-two-shoes,' or some other guy you think would be better for me. i fell in love with you."

he can't argue with that, and he can't argue with the way you look at him with so much devotion in your eyes. the adoration emitting from your gaze overwhelms him, and he looks away.

he's silent now. so you continue.

"so you think i'm an angel," you grab his face with your right hand to make him look at you. "but i'm your angel, aren't i?"

his eyes dilate when your words hit his eardrums. your voice, velvety and smooth and sugary sweet, feels like it just wrapped around his body and encased him in a hug. you always know just what to say. his eyes search yours and his mind fills up with nothing but the same three words over and over again:

i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you.

he loves you and you love him. and that's all that matters.

his lips part to let out a shaky exhale, "yeah." followed by a shaky inhale, then yet another shaky exhale, before he whispers, "my angel."

the space between the two of you becomes non-existent when he brushes his lips against yours. he groans into the kiss, yearning to feel more of you, all of you.

the kiss turns from small pecks to slow, deep, sensual open-mouthed kisses, with the both you aching for the other.

he grabs your frame and brings you into his lap. your hands rest on either side of his face, physically demanding that he comes closer to you.

“hah, are you gonna conquer me too, little hero? like you did with that villain from earlier?” he whispers against your lips. the feeling of his breath against your lips makes your body tingle under his touch.

“mmyeah? that’s what you want? but i thought the villian was supposed to try and take down the hero?” your thumbs stroke his cheeks, back and forth against the textured skin. through your eyelashes you look at him with a sly smile.

“i have a track record of not being very good when it comes to taking you down. but, if that's what you want, i’ll gladly take you down, hero. in more ways than one.”

your lips meet one another’s again, this time with much more force and fervor. his hands are all over your body, stroking and grabbing at different parts under your tight hero costume. he swirls his tongue around your own, pulling a moan from your mouth.

a gasp leaves you when he snakes a hand up your body and wraps his fingers around your neck. you both know he has no intention of hurting you, not in the slightest, but the mere threat of danger makes you feel warm in the pit of your stomach. and, you don't even realize it makes you start rolling your hips on top of his.

your breaths are heavy as you stare at each other wordlessly, the air other of becoming filled with tension and the sounds of both of you panting.

"look at you, my pretty lady," he coos. you can feel him start to make his hand around your neck warmer and warmer, hotter and hotter. it doesn't burn, doesn't hurt, but he... has the power to make it hurt. and you can't quite figure out why that turns you on. but it does. it really, really does. you grind against him a little rougher.

"do you know the way you're fuckin' lookin' at me right now? it's not how a hero is supposed to be lookin' at someone like me. look like you wanna devour me, baby. or... do you want me to devour you? i can't quite tell." he keeps his words to a whisper, knowing the sound of his own voice makes you crazy.

you only let out a breathless sound, not really knowing the answer to that question yourself.

"dabi, are... are we really gonna do this? here? now?"

"no one will see us, number one. the sun is down now. 's just you 'nd me." and he was right. the sun had finally completed its full descent, with its friend, the moon, making its appearance in the now black sky. the stars reflecting off of your lovedrunk eyes is what pushed him to keep teasing you.

"c'mon sweet girl. do you want me?"

you mewl and give him a slow nod, paired with a "mmhmm."

once, then twice, then three times does dabi deliver quick smooches to your lips, strongly resisting the urge to stick his tongue into your mouth.

"tell me, y/n. tell me you want me."

and just like that, nothing else matters. not the fact you were on the roof on your home, not that you were a hero with a reputation to uphold, not that you were allowing a villain to have control over you like this while you sat in his lap. no, not anything at all.

right now you were no longer the number one hero, no longer the new symbol of peace, no longer japan's sweetheart, no longer the girl that everyone likes. you were just... you. y/n. dabi's girl.

"i want you. touya, i need you. please."

it's not very often when you say that word to refer to him, but when you do, he melts inside.

suddenly dabi moves one hand to the small of your back and another hand to your torso to brace you as he pushes you down onto the fluffy blanket below you both. his body towers over yours while his head dips down to groan "love you"s and "need you too"s and "my baby"s into your mouth.

after pulling his own shirt above his head, dabi practically rips your hero costume off your body, which you would normally curse him for, but don't, since it was already tattered from the day you'd had.

he wastes no time rubbing his hands on your inner thighs, savoring the feeling of your soft skin against his rough hands for just a second. his hands grabbed at your panties, taking them off from around your hips.

"so fuckin' pretty."

the pads of his fingertips glide up and down the folds of your puffy pussy. and his expression becomes almost crazed when the sound of you finally moaning for him hits his ears. your toes curl and your eyes snap shut when his fingers rotate around your clit, hips jolting at the stimulation.

"no, no no no, look at me pretty. eyes on me, yeah?"

a long, loud high-pitched whine escapes from your throat when he puts more pressure on you. then, you slowly peel your eyes open.

"aww, there she is. there's my girl."

and when your eyes fully open again, you have to fight back the want to shut them again at the view above you. dabi's eyes look almost glazed over and his lips are parted, holding back his own little noises from just looking at you. he is completely entranced, absolutely nothing could take his blue eyes off yours.

not breaking eye contact, you don't even notice he's about to bring the middle and ring fingers from his other hand inside of you.

"baby!!!" you cry out, both of his hands now working on you at the same time. you almost forget you're outside, where your neighbors may or may not be able to hear you. but your neighbors don't seem to matter too much when your back arches up off of the fabric below you as your hips begin to instinctually grind against his hands.

through his daze he starts sputtering words to tease you while curling his fingers up to push on the bundle of nerves that made you cry out again.

"imagine the fuckin' look on your sweet little citizens' faces if they knew you run home just to break so easily on a villains fingers."

"wonder how your little hero friends would react if they knew i had you creaming on the roof of your own house."

"hah, if only they knew japan's sweetheart isn't as sweet as they think she is."

your hands claw at his arms and he smiles down at you at how your muscles involuntarily clench around his fingers, the threat of your dirty little secret being found out making your body feel hot. you want to look away out of embarrassment, but you can't. your eyes can't look anywhere else but at the man above you.

set on hearing you whine even more, he takes one of his hands from your clit and replaces it with his lips, tongue flicking your clit up and down, and round and round. he hums against you in delight when you squeal,

"mmmgo-god, touya!!! feels too--! 's too much!!"

you're breathless despite your constant gasping underneath him. your hips can't decide if they want to chase the feeling of his mouth on you or if they want to buck away from the overstimulation. his rhythm of his tongue on your clit and fingers inside you start to get faster, making you start to tremble. you grasp your lover's dyed black hair, calling out his name, as you fall apart completely under his touch. you were gushing, squirting on his tongue with him happily licking you up and telling you how you 'taste so good, baby.'

when you're finally able to catch your breath, you mindlessly reach for his belt and start to unbuckle it, readying yourself to suck him off, but he stops you.

"always such a sweet girl. don't worry about me right now." he tells you, and you don't protest because you were really starting to crave the feeling of something longer than his fingers inside of you.

dabi quickly discards the clothes on his bottom half, revealing his hard and leaking cock that you couldn't help but stare at. you watched as the precum that had accumulated at his tip began to leak all the way down to his base; he was oh so eager to be inside you. and so were you.

"my eyes are up here, baby." he smirked when you rolled your eyes. "come on, hold on to me."

his heart was pounding against his ribcage at the sensation of the bare skin of your arms and legs wrapping around his multi-textured body. he's reeling at the feeling of the softness of your breasts, pressed up against his chest. he takes a second to look at you before pushing himself inside you with an unstable exhale. his eyes rolled into the back of his head as soon as he made contact with the warm wetness of your cunt and the feeling of you sucking him in deeper and deeper and deeper.

"fuck! take me so fucking well, my gorgeous fuckin' girl."

he starts to give you shallow thrusts, biting his lip, hips slapping against yours. your nails found their way into his shoulder blades, needing him closer than humanly possible.

"m-more! honey-- ohh god-- honey, please! please, my love, please, my baby, pleaseeee! please please please please pleeeease, yes!" you beg into his ear. he moans back at you, his resolve to hold anything back anymore now being completely gone.

he sinks his cock into you as deep as he can go, pulling out loud, broken moans from the both of you.

he began to murmur sweet nothings to you, telling you how good you feel, and how perfect you are, and how you're like his pretty princess. you pressed hot kisses into his shoulder, voice reverberating against his skin.

you lifted your hips slightly to meet his while he fucked you, clawing at him, and he lets out a near-pornographic moan at much more intense the head of his cock felt against your insides.

"shit! o-oh there you go, sweetheart, fuck me back, yeah? you love fucking your man back, don't you? hahhhh, shit!-- give it to me, give it to me baby!" he tells you, and so you do exactly that. you try to focus on meeting your hips with his, letting out moans in time with his thrusts.

"touya, i'm... 'm close... s-so close, honey," you whisper in his ear, your words coming up slow and a bit slurred. and instead of thrusting into you with more vigor he actually slows himself down, hips rolling into yours slow, deep, and deliberate. every roll of his hips tugged cry after cry from you. your nails somehow dig further into his skin, but he doesn't mind. this is a type of pain he actually likes, even if you might have broke through skin and how hard you're grasping him.

"i've got you, my baby. hmmmfuck, i love you. god, the way you're squeezing me... 'm gonna cum, i need to give it to you. you want me to cum in that perfect pretty pussy, hm sweetheart?" he asks, his forehead now pressing against your own.

it's astonishing to you how his hips seem to be moving slower, but the pleasure you feel is building up, and up, and up, more and more.

all you can manage to get out is "god please... please... with me."

knowing your tendency to get loud when you're about to cum on his cock, he kisses you, loving the feeling of your moans being sent into his mouth. your legs press into him when you both cum, whining out for each other. his cum fills you and some drips down the meat of your thighs.

the two of you stay in the same position, breathing each other in under the light of the moon. soon enough, you giggle. "on the roof. never done that one before."

"it's good to try new things, isn't it, little hero?"

you hum in response. "it is. now, that may have been very fun, but i'm not falling asleep out here. you've gotta bring me inside, i don't think i can take myself downstairs."

he gives you a fake surprised look, even though he was already planning on bringing you off the roof anyway. "i have to? why should i?"

you pout at his question, "please? 'm tired."

"just messing with you, pretty. lets go," he murmurs. he puts on his underwear, wraps you up in the blanket and lifts you into his arms.

he leaves your hero costume and his outfit on the roof. you can worry about that in the morning. the only thing that matters is you and him, your secret special someone.

☆ ☆ ☆

first ever fanfic on here! it took me a few days to write; hope u enjoyed :0

—— TOUYATAKEOVER! ⭐️

[scythe-daddyy]

Snippet Sundayy

glad to know about this now. i think I'll make it a regular thing. i feel like it keeps me motivated to write if i have something to post every week.

what's this? a My Hero fic?? who am I? that being said I'm pretty excited to be writing a full-blown something again after so much radio silence.

i'm no better than a cicada, emerging from the earth to scream indiscriminately into the ether before returning underground for another 17 years.

anyway (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

The doors slid closed with a solid and final whunk, startling Keigo out of his thoughts. He turned around with the hope of catching one last glance at his mother, forgetting the seat beside him on the drive over was achingly empty. “C’mon kid,” the man in the suit said in a rumble that resembled the weather outside. Keigo turned away from the entrance, leaving the city to bleed into the rain on the windows. The lobby of the Hero Commission was large and blindingly white: from the blank, starched walls to the marble tiles, to the horrific fluorescent lights that were starting to make Keigo’s head hurt. All the adults wore black suits that seemed so stiff it surprised him they weren't just really realistic wax sculptures, and everything–everyone–was spotless and sterile. Keigo felt out of place, in his wrinkled Endeavor shirt washed and worn so many times the screen-printed hero was now more of a suggestion than a statement, and his wild hair a tangled nest from minimal brushing, but the adults kept insisting that this was his home, and how lucky he was to call it that. Keigo didn't feel lucky. He felt sick.

dropping this chapter on later this weekend hopefully. look out for it on AO3 <3

tagging @bcbdrums @mellancholy-morose

[berrybanana-arts]

“Hawks has no one to blame but himself.

He can’t say all the things he wants to say. That he's sorry, that he never meant it to get this far, that not all of it was a lie — no, every single moment they have stolen together like this has been painstakingly real. It wouldn’t hurt so badly if it wasn’t.

He wants to tell him he’s sorry for falling in love with him.

But that would be just another lie, because despite all the hurt, he can’t bring himself to regret any of it.

Gravity holds, he thinks to himself as he rolls over and pulls Dabi on top of him, his legs coming up to hungrily wrap around the other man’s hips, but I never had a chance of staying in one place when it came to you.

I was always going to let myself fall.”

- Gravity’s Burn by seabhactine on AO3!

A little bit of fanart by me for an insanely good fic :)) 2 variations because I’m indecisive <3 Mayyyy redraw at some point but for now, have this! ^^

[creative-crybaby]

My Hero Academia Masterlist

🤍=SFW   💛/💜=NSFW   🖤=Dark Content

Pro Heroes

Takami Keigo (Hawks)

💛 Phantom Limbs

💛 Turning Tables

💛 Make Love to the Camera

Usagiyama Rumi (Miruko)

💛 Slow and Steady (Wins the Race)

💛 Greener Grass

Villains

Todoroki Touya (Dabi)

Nothing yet

[bkdk-fan4ever]

DabiHawks | Amnesic!Dabi/Todoroki Touya | Dabi doesn’t remember being touya | League Of Villains |

Area Cryptid Upset No One Bothered To Inform Him Of His Tragic Backstory by crimsonseekers

“My life is a nightmare,” Dabi muttered blankly.

“Nah, this is hilarious,” Hawks said, and while he wasn’t explicitly laughing, Dabi knew that those weird little chirps he was letting out were pointed at him. “Imagine if we go through all this effort and you don’t even have some sort of dramatic background or tragic backstory to justify you being this emo, you’re just a hot topic junkie or something.”

“That’s fucking worse.”

Or,

Dabi has amnesia and keeps reading conspiracy theories about himself in an attempt to figure out who he is, gets the League in on it, and they dismantle organized crime, revolutionize society, and ravage the hero system in the process. Hawks suffers

[thesakuragarnet]

Playing With Fire: A Pro Hero Dabi AU (Future AU) Chapter One

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY!!!!! (Tags below Keep Reading Button)

Summary: Toya Todoroki was groomed his entire life to be his father's successor, only for it to backfire in Endeavor's face. Ranked in the top ten alongside his two closest friends, Hawks and Mirko, the 26-year-old BlueFlame Hero: Dabi is the bane of Endeavor's existence. For half a decade, the trio has been the topic of several scandals involving drugs, alcohol, and promiscuity as they splurge their fortunes on ridiculous parties. Pampered with support items and his family's fortune, Dabi is widely known for his impulsivity and douchebag attitude. However, after meeting his match in a random club, Toya Todoroki has no idea where his life is headed, other than that he wants to spend the rest of it with Sakura and their future children. Now, a year has passed since class 1-A graduated from UA, and, per the Commission, they all serve as sidekicks to various hero agencies (primarily those of Dabi, Hawks, and Mirko).

TL;DR Between pissing off his father, competing with his friends/rivals, trying to start a family, and running his own agency, Toya has absolutely nothing under control, especially his tendency to drink his problems away.

Word Count (of Chapter One): 2,552 words

AO3 link

Tags for fic: Hero!Dabi, Dabi X OC, Bakusquad, Dekusquad, swearing, explicit s3ggsual content, drinking, drugz, Dabi & Hawks & Mirko are best friends, alcohol!sm, implied s3ggsual content, romance, add!ction, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, smvt, sw!tch Dabi, trying for babies

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Chapter One: The Introduction

The BlueFlame Agency was conveniently placed right across the street from the Endeavor Agency. After years of hard work, Daddy’s money, and not giving any fucks, Toya Todoroki AKA BlueFlame Hero: Dabi had built his own empire. He had been lucky enough to have Support Items that compensated for his complicated Quirk. With a body built for ice and a Quirk of raging fire, Toya Todoroki was the embodiment of self-sabotage. Here he was, twenty-six years old, in the top ten, with only two real friends: Hawks and Mirko. They were rivals that actually gave a shit about each other. Their agencies were all in the same city: Musutafu. It was a town with a large population, which meant more crime and villain activity. The three of them lived like Hollywood celebrities; they partied, they drank, they slept around, and the cycle repeated. They were always trying to outdo one another while simultaneously always having each other’s backs. 

When his little brother’s class graduated from UA, they were forced to be sidekicks instead of Pros first. The Commission wanted it that way. They were running out of reliable sidekicks, and heroes that gave their sidekicks respect. By training them as rookies and underlings first, they would have the humility and appreciation for their Pro standings as they rose through the ranks. Toya was offended when he found out Shoto chose Mirko’s agency over his own, but he was glad that he hadn’t signed up for Endeavor’s. In truth, Shoto insisted he only applied because it was where his friends were going. The main contenders of the famous “ 2110 Class 1-A” were split between Mirko, Hawks, and Dabi. The BlueFlame Agency housed Katsuki Bakugo, Mina Ashido, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari, Ejiro Kirishima, and Kyoka Jirou. Meanwhile, the Hawks Agency boasted Fumikage Tokoyami, Yuga Aoyama, Neito Monoma, Momo Yaoyorozu, Tenya Ida, and Mezo Shoji. Finally, Mirko’s sidekicks were Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya, Ochaco Uraraka, Tsuyu Asui, Koji Koda, and Mashirao Ojiro. It had been a year since they first began their careers as sidekicks, and many of them were becoming anxious and antsy, wanting to step it up a notch.

…

“He’s late for rounds…again,” Katsuki Bakugo snarls, drumming his gloved hands on his elbow. The sidekicks stand in line awaiting the arrival of their fearless leader: Dabi. They referred to him as many things amongst each other: Hot Topic, Dipstick, Daddy Issues, Shoto’s Psycho Older Brother. He was almost always hungover at every single rounds meeting, and it had been that way since day one. It was no secret that Toya Todoroki had a slight drinking problem that likely started during high school. He, Hawks, and Mirko had made several tabloids very wealthy with their luxurious, salacious parties. Toya had been in several interviews for being an openly neurodivergent Pro, but he hated every minute of them. Once he got away from his father, he stopped taking his ADHD medication. Mina thinks the real reason he stopped taking it was so he could drink as much as he wanted whenever he wanted, but no one really knows. One time, they all came back from a mission to discover him and Hawks contemplating snorting a line of coke, and it was unclear who was trying to encourage or discourage who. 

“I know he’s here. I saw his car out front,” Kirishima frowns, his brow furrowing as he stretches. 

“Maybe he passed out? Should someone go check on him?” Jirou pipes up as she takes off her headphones. 

CRASH!

They all immediately look toward the ceiling, where the sound came from. The floor above them housed Toya’s office. 

“OH SHIT!” Kaminari shouts, preparing to sprint up the stairs. Suddenly, more crashes echo from upstairs…followed by a distinct, high-pitched repetitive noise. 

“Oh…Oh God, really?! ” Sero cringes as he covers his ears. 

“OH NO! OH FUCK! SOMEONE GIVE ME SOME COTTON FOR MY HEADPHONE JACKS!” Jirou panics, her face paling as she squeezes her eyes shut. 

“Aw maaan. How did she slip past us?!” Kaminari whines, and Kirishima jabs him in the side with his elbow.

“Not manly thirsting over a taken woman, bro,” Kirishima shakes his head, and Denki shrugs. The noises get louder and louder, and, suddenly, it’s apparent that there are two separate voices: one raspy and deep, and one smooth and feminine. 

“Screw this. Again?” Mina huffs, her face turning red as she struts over to the stereo and turns the music all the way up. Unfortunately, it does next to nothing. Bakugo is the only one in the room with a blank, uncaring, unfazed stare, and everyone else looks wildly uncomfortable. It’s painfully obvious…Sakura’s here. 

…

The noises coming from both parties might as well shake the walls, and they can hear the sounds of shuffling furniture in the ceiling.

Inside the Pro Hero’s office, Toya shoves all his papers, keyboard, and phone line off the desk and unceremoniously shoves his wife on it, lying her on her back as he continues to thrust into her. Sakura’s unable to keep quiet as she scratches at the back of his leather jacket. 

“Watch the claws,” He grunts through his gasps as he continues to rapidly pound her. 

“Shut the hell up,” Sakura growls between euphoric moans as her eyelids flutter. Toya smirks and deliberately gives a particularly harsh thrust, making her wince. 

“You gonna keep being -ahhh- ah- a fucking brat ?” He groans, blinking hard to distract himself from the building arousal. He’s determined to break her first, or, at the very least, at the same time. 

“ Y-you’re the f-f-uuuucking brat,” Sakura spits back at him as she grabs a fistful of the black leather, pulling him to her and smashing her lips to his. He digs his fingernails into her exposed shoulders, and it takes everything in him not to rip off that beautiful purple dress she’s wearing. He’d love nothing more than to burn it right off and leave her completely naked, but they had a meeting to attend. It had to be quick. They’d been going at it like rabbits for the past five days ever since they got married. After all, that was the plan that his father placed on his shoulders. Find a strong girl with a strong Quirk. Get hitched. Have a kid. Carry on the legacy. That was his duty as the eldest Todoroki son. It only just so happened that he was actually head over heels for this warrior of a woman. Unlike his father, he married for love and lust rather than for power. They had dated for three years and were engaged for two. It was just by chance that they met. He was drunk off his ass at Hawks’ party, planning on just having a one-night stand with the first sexy bitch that took interest. But then, he locked eyes with this toned, sleek woman with flowing brown hair on the dancefloor. And somehow…he knew. It was only her from then on, no one else. 

Sakura and Toya’s tongues tease each other as the desk screeches back and forth with every motion. Sweat drips down both of them as his hips snap back and forth in fluid, calculated motions. 

“Are you ready for it, baby?” His voice is a gravelly rasp in her ear, and it sends a chill down her spine. 

“Twelfth times the charm,” She sighs with a teasing smile on her face. He would kill to see that smile every waking moment of his life. 

“Fuck…Fuck, I’m coming. Oh, I’m fucking coming ,” The moans tumble out of his mouth as his thrusts become erratic, and he sharply inhales as Sakura’s walls clench around him. Her back arches as he harshly bites his lip and empties into her. Sakura’s legs tremor before they both go still, breathing hard and covered in sweat. Like something out of a movie, they both grab each other’s faces and sloppily kiss one another, overwhelmed with the afterglow. 

BEEEEP! 

“Dabi. The Commission is on Line Four,” Jirou’s voice sounds monotonous and irritated through the phone that Toya shoved to the floor. He growls and rolls his eyes as he breaks away from the kiss. 

“Duty calls, princess,” He sighs before slowly slipping out of her, a breath of relief bursting from the both of them as they separate. Toya shakes himself back into his pants and zips them up, wiping Sakura’s juices off of the outside seams. He leans down, picking up the phone and putting it on the desk as he pulls up his rolling chair. Sakura slowly starts to sit up, scooting to the edge of the desk as she prepares to jump off and grab her panties. Swiftly, Toya stops her, smoothly inserting two fingers inside her, keeping any of the release from seeping out. Sakura freezes as he goes to pick up the phone, and he winks at her before making a “Shhh” gesture with his other hand. 

BEEP! 

He presses the button on the landline and picks up the phone, keeping his fingers still deep inside Sakura. 

“BlueFlame Hero: Dabi, speaking. AKA The Toya Todoroki AKA The Amazing Son of Number Two Hero Endeavor AKA The Number Six on The Chart. What’s up?” He leans back in the chair, flexing his finger once and giving his wife a sideways glance as she squirms, desperately trying to be quiet. 

“Yes, Dabi. Are you aware of the Summit this weekend in Hosu City? You haven’t gotten back to us about your attendance,” The voice crackles through the telephone.

“Mirko and Hawks might’ve mentioned it,” He yawns, uncaring. 

“We’ve been sending you and your staff emails for the past month,” The woman explains, and Toya snorts. 

“Oh, yeah. Those,” He mutters in boredom. 

“So? You do understand that you are expected to attend if you wish to keep that Number Six placement, yes?” The woman deadpans, making Toya’s eyes narrow. 

“I’ll be at your stupid summit. Don’t worry your pretty little head. I wouldn’t miss a chance to embarrass my Dad for the world,” He chuckles before he starts pumping his fingers in and out of Sakura, making her tightly grip the edge of the desk and spread her legs wider. He looks over his shoulder at her, a devilish grin spreading across his face as she looks at him with pleading eyes. He can’t tell if she wants him to stop or keep going, and he loves that. 

“Alright, then, wonderful. We’ll be sending details to your sidekicks promptly. We look forward to seeing you there!” The voice says with faux grandeur. 

“Oh, oh. One more thing. The Summit. It’s a whole weekend, right? So, are we getting fancy hotels? Is this like a just me thing, or am I allowed to bring my beautiful wife along? You know, Draconic Hero: Firebrand. Sakura Todoroki. Sister of Ryuko Tatsuma. I’m sure you’ve heard of her,” Toya winks, and the voice at the other end sighs. 

“Yes, you will be staying in a hotel with all of the other Pros invited. The purpose of the Summit is to promote teamwork and set a goal for the year in terms of capturing villains and stopping the drug rings…” The woman continues to speak, but Toya ignores her, mouthing the words “Blah, blah, blah” and rolling his eyes, making Sakura laugh. Her laugh then dissolves into an involuntary loud moan as Toya intentionally curls his fingers around her G-spot. 

“Did-Did you say something?” The woman suddenly stutters, seemingly flustered. A cruel smirk spreads on Toya’s face. 

“Oh, nothing. I’ll be there. We done?” Toya brazenly asks. 

“Y-y-yes Mister Todoroki- I mean, Dabi, sir. Yes, that’s all I needed. Goodbye,” The Commission employee stammers before the phone line goes dead. 

“N-not cool,” Sakura’s voice lilts, and she glares at Toya as he slides his chair closer to her, his fingers still flexing against her sensitive spot. He pushes in deeper so his thumb can run small circles over her clit, and she sharply inhales. 

“Baby girl, we both know I’m cold as ice,” He smugly replies before slowly pulling his hand out of her, making her shudder. He stares at his fingers, noting the dripping mix of their fluids, and grabs a tissue from the box on his desk. He roughly wipes off his hand before throwing the tissue in the trash bin at his feet. 

“I had to make sure it got all the way inside. Can’t get a kid in you if it all seeps out, now, can we?” He chides before picking her panties up off the floor and handing them to her. 

“Now. I believe these are yours?”

...

“Morning, team,” Toya yawns as he runs a hand through his messy white hair. 

“You’re ten minutes late,” Katsuki snaps, and his friends give him a nervous look. 

“To my own meeting? You can’t start without me anyways. Not like you punks have anywhere else to be,” Toya scoffs, crossing his arms. 

“We didn’t  have  to pick your agency, you know,” Bakugo mutters under his breath, and Kirishima touches his shoulder. 

“Cut it out,” He whispers to his best friend, but Bakugo flinches away. 

“Listen, you’re my favorite, so I’ll give you a pass on the attitude alright. I’ll be on time for the rest of the week, I swear. I had something…important to do,” Toya smiles to himself absentmindedly tapping his foot. Kaminari snickers, and Mina and Jirou simultaneously smack him on the back of the head. The clicking of leather boots echoes in the stairwell behind Toya, and Sakura slowly emerges into the doorway, walking up behind him. She  clearly  is struggling to walk. 

“I’ve got the reports printed out,” Sakura says flatly, handing a folder to Toya. He cracks open the folder and walks up to each sidekick, handing them a sheet of paper. 

“These are your patrol zones for the day. Remember, our goal is to outdo your little friends at Hawks’ and Mirko’s agencies. If you see them, feel free to team up, but be the better hero. If you need me, just call. I’ll have my phone on me all day. I’ve got a meeting with Team Lurkers this afternoon, though. So, I probably won’t answer after four-ish. Got it?” He drones on like a tired drill sergeant. 

“Yes, sir!” They all shout back, except Bakugo, who only gives an annoyed nod. 

“Oh, and whoever can get an embarrassing picture of Shoto fucking up gets a dollar raise,” Toya sneers. 

“What about Deku?” Bakugo raises his eyebrow. 

“The Number One’s prodigy? Ehhhh, maybe like twenty-five cents,” The Pro concedes, making Bakugo smirk. 

“In the bag,” The chaotic sidekick mutters under his breath as he follows his friends out of the automatic doors, leaving Toya and Sakura alone. 

“You…you don’t have a meeting with Team Lurkers at all today,” Sakura points out, raising her eyebrow. 

“Right.  We  are going to a rave with Keigo and Rumi tonight. But, don’t worry. I already promised you, no more hard drugs. But I can’t promise I won’t be doing shots with Keigo,” Toya snickers, grabbing her by the waist and kissing her on the forehead. 

“In the meantime, I think we should pay dear old Dad a visit, considering he didn’t bother showing up to the wedding.” 

[doumadono]

Babyyyyy! Congratulations 💙🧡💙🧡 I am so happy to see you thrive 💗

Can I get some mint and raspberry ice-creams served in a cone, with some maple syrup on top? 😚 (pro hero au with pro hero Dabi)

Warnings: smut w/o plot, fem!reader, pussy fingering/eating, p in v, dom!Dabi

A/N: thank you very much for your support, sweetheart! I hope you enjoy these headcanons ♥

5k FOLLOWERS EVENT MASTERLIST MY HERO ACADEMIA Pro hero Dabi - headcanons PRO HERO DABI & INTERN!BAKUGO Sidekick!Reader - pro hero Dabi headcanons (NSFW)

Dabi, the renowned pro hero, returns home after a day of saving lives and battling villains. His muscles are tense, his spirit is high, and his desire is burning like the blue flames that dance at his fingertips as he get inside his spacious apartment. His eyes are dark and tired at first, but there's a spark that ignites as soon as he looks at you, his lips curling upwards in a wry grin.

You've been waiting for him for hours, eager to provide some much-needed relief. You missed your boyfriend oh so much.

Dabi's strong hands grip your waist, pulling you close. He leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

You can taste the smoky remnants of his quirk on his tongue as it dances with yours. Your hands reaching up to grip his broad shoulders. You break the kiss, panting. "Touya," you breathe, your cheeks flushed.

"Yes, darling?" Dabi's fingers trace the hem of your shirt. He smirks, knowing how much you love it when he takes control. He tugs the fabric up and over your head, exposing your lacy bra. Dabi's gaze lingers on your body, and you feel a thrill run through you.

You rub your thighs together to ease the tension and wetness building within your pussy. "I-I want you," you stammer, your cheeks flushing with desire as you ran the tip of your tongue over your upper lips to moisture it.

He palms your breasts, teasing your nipples through the lace. "Oh, I know you do," he says, his voice dripping with confidence.

You gasp again, arching into his touch. "Touya…"

Dabi's mouth finds your neck once more, leaving a trail of hot kisses that make you tremble. He continues his exploration, slowly unhooking your bra and letting it fall to the floor. Touya's fingers pinch and roll your nipples, eliciting a moan from your lips. His other hand travels down your body, reaching the waistband of your pants. He deftly unbuttons them and pulls them off, leaving you in nothing but your lace panties. Dabi's eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you. He hooks his fingers into your panties, leans forward and kisses you roughly, pushing his tongue in your mouth as he tugs the panties down, letting them pool at your feet.

You step out of them, feeling vulnerable.

Dabi's hands explore your body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touch. One of them slips between your thighs and he growls lowly. "Fuck, doll, you're dripping," he claims, bringing his hand up to his lips, licking his index and middle fingers off your juices. He lifts you up effortlessly, like you weighted nothing, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom. He lays her down on the bed, his eyes raking over your body hungrily. He removes his own clothes, revealing his muscular form.

Touya positions himself between your legs, his fingers tracing the wetness between your thighs. He teases your entrance, making you squirm with anticipation. He takes his time, enjoying the power he holds over you in this moment, kissing all over your tummy and gradually coming down. Finally, Touya's mouth descends upon your aching core. His tongue flicks and teases your clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. He doesn't shy away from sucking your lips into his mouth.

You cry out, gripping his snow-white, spiky hair as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. "O-Oh! Touya!"

Just as you're about to reach your peak, Dabi pulls away, leaving you gasping for more. He smirks, knowing the torture is part of the fun. He slowly pushes one finger inside, then another, stretching you in preparation for what's to come while his tongue flicks your clitoris.

You moan and arch your back, the sensation of his fingers combined with the anticipation driving you wild. "Oh, God!" You whine, rolling your head back to the pillow. "Fuck me already, tiger, I can't wait any longer," you beg, your eyes glistening with tears. "I don't want to come yet, please!"

He likes to take his time to play with you. He loves seeing you whining so pathetically, practically begging for his cock to be stuffed in your little cunt. When Dabi deems you ready, he positions himself above you, his turquoise eyes locked on yours. He smirks, his hand reaching down to grip his cock. He guides it to your entrance, rubbing it against your wet pussy. "Fuck, you're so wet," he groans, his hips thrusting forward. With one powerful thrust, he enters you, filling you completely.

You cry out, the feeling of him inside you overwhelming.

Dabi begins to move, his strokes deep and steady. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, and you cling to him, desperate for more.

"More, more more…" you plead desperately.

Dabi's hand finds your clit, rubbing small circles as he continues to pound into you. "You like that, don't you?" he growls, his hips thrusting harder.

The combination of sensations is too much, and you find yourself teetering on the edge of release. "Yes, yes, yes," you chant, your body moving in sync with his.

"Come for me then," Dabi growls, his voice low and commanding. A frown crosses his forhead as his cock throbs painfully, so ready to spill his seed deep within you. Soon, his own release is triggered by the feel of you tightening around him rhythmically.

With a final thrust of his, you shatter, crying out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you; your pussy clenches around his cock making it impossible for him to pull out.

Finally, Touya collapses onto the bed, his body spent.

You curl up against him, your body still trembling. "Welcome back home, handsome," you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed.

He smiles, his arm wrapping around you, slowly rubbing the curve of your waist. "Thanks for such a warm welcome."

[felidlycanthr0pe]

pro touya simps come get y'alls juice <3

[lackyghost]

Todoroki Touya is seated on a wide leather sofa in his two-bedroom apartment, the TV on in the background, the lights of it shining off the man’s snow white hair and the silver cuffs that line his ears. His skin is crisscrossed in little scars and burns, marks he’s gained over his years as a Pro Hero, and his turquoise eyes are lidded as he stares up at the younger man perched on his lap.

Ash blonde spikes surround Bakugou Katsuki’s head in an explosion of chaos, and his scarlet eyes are burning in their intensity as he pants against his boyfriend’s lips. He moans softly as he grinds down against Touya, their covered cocks rubbing together through the cotton of their pajama pants.

“Do you know what today is?” Katsuki asks as he starts nipping along the older man’s jaw.

Touya hums. “Tuesday?”

“No, you idiot,” Katsuki says, rolling his eyes, not that the other can see. “Two years ago today, your dumb ass asked me to be your boyfriend.”

“Oh, fuck,” Touya says, and then groans as Katsuki rolls his hips down. “I didn’t realize it’d been that long.”

“I wanna celebrate,” Katsuki says, and then sucks lightly on his pulse point.

“Ha-ah, yes,” Touya says, smirking as he slides his hands from the man’s hips to his ass, grabbing the plump globes. “You want me to eat you out, hmm?”

“I wanna go on a date,” Katsuki says, and Touya’s playful mood drops.

“You know we can’t do that, we can’t be seen together,” Touya says, and Katsuki sighs, continuing to kiss along his boyfriend’s neck so he can hide the hurt expression on his face.

“I know we agreed to do this fucking secret shit, but this fucking sucks,” Katsuki says.

Touya groans in annoyance and pulls back, bringing his hands up to Katsuki’s face, forcing the younger man to meet his gaze. “I don’t like it either, but Enji is obsessed with carrying on the Todoroki legacy. He would never accept me being with another man.”

“But he’s got other kids,” Katsuki says, trying not to sound like a petulant child—he’s twenty, for fucks’ sake. “Natsuo just got engaged to that Doctor Hana chick, Fuyumi and Tensei are expecting their first kid, and Shouto is dating that Illus-o-Bitch now. Those assholes can make a fuckton of shitty heirs.”

“Katsuki, stop,” Touya says firmly. “I couldn’t handle my dad being disappointed in me, okay? I’ve spent my entire fucking life trying to make him proud.”

“What’s there to not be fucking proud of, hah?” Katsuki says, scowling. “You’ve been in the top five for the past five fucking years, you came in first last year, you’re a fucking badass, Touya! Everyone knows that the villains are fucked when Dabi rolls onto the scene.”

“Enough,” Touya says, his annoyance high enough to make his erection droop. “I really don’t want to fight about this again, okay?”

Katsuki sighs, but nods, leaning in to press their lips together. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Touya says, humming into the kiss.

—

As they do every time they happen to have a day off together, the unofficial ‘Baku-Squad,’ as Mina and Denki had drunkenly declared them after sneaking whiskey into the dorms in their second year at UA, all head out to the Kiyashi Ward Mall.

Jirou Kyouka is leading the group; short and thin, with angular purple hair and black eyes. She has one arm looped around the elbow of her much taller girlfriend, Yaoyorozu Momo, whose curvaceous form towers over Kyouka’s. Momo’s long black hair is up in a high ponytail, black eyes warm and kind. They’ve been together since the end of their second year at UA.

Kaminari Denki is behind them, golden blonde hair styled perfectly to display the black lightning bolt in his bangs, falling intentionally across his forehead, above his golden eyes. His boyfriend of just over a year, Shinsou Hitoshi, is at his side; lavender eyes lined in heavy bags, violet hair as disheveled as always.

Kirishima Eijirou is taller than all the rest of them, his red hair no longer spiked the way he wore it back in their UA days. It’s longer now, pulled back in a loose bun, the strands pulled away from his crimson eyes. His massive hand engulfs his girlfriend’s pink one, her copper eyes bright against her black sclera, ivory horns poking up from her pink curls. They’ve been dating since middle school, which shocked everyone in Class A back in high school, because they’d managed to hide that fact until graduation day.

Katsuki has to fight back the urge to scowl as he trails behind them all, seventh-wheeling with only Sero Hanta at his side. The tall, slender man is single, black eyes not showing even a hint of jealousy and Katsuki feels himself growing more annoyed at that fact.

“I fucking hate this shit,” Katsuki grumbles out—because if he has to be miserable, he might as well bitch to the only one of his friends who figured out his relationship.

Hanta is eerily perceptive, and the first time he’d seen Katsuki and Touya in the same room, he had immediately figured it out. He’d waited until he and Katsuki were alone though, having also picked up on the obvious factor of them keeping it a secret. It’s something he’s been thankful for, because every once in a while it just feels like too much and he hates it because he fucking loves Touya, and he wants to tell everyone.

“Have you tried talking to him about it again?” Hanta questions, and Katsuki groans, dropping his head back.

“So many fucking times,” Katsuki says, and then scowls, eyes darting up to their friends before looking to Hanta. “We just had our two year anniversary, and do you know what we did?”

“What?” Hanta asks, cocking a brow.

“We made out on the fucking couch and then had sex before passing out in bed, and then I woke up alone because he had to go back to his room just in case someone came over for a surprise visit,” Katsuki says seethingly, his voice radiating with anger and hurt.

Hanta hisses sympathetically at that. “Shit, man.”

“And I fucking get it, okay?” Katsuki says, barely refraining from yelling. “At first it was fine, it was even kinda fun, but it’s been two years and I don’t know how much more I can fucking take. I hate feeling like I’m a fucking mistress, like I’m a dirty fucking secret.”

Hanta frowns as he looks over his dejected expression. “If it’s making you this miserable, then maybe it’s time for you to lay it all out for him. Let him know that if he wants to continue the relationship, things need to come out of the shadows. And if he isn’t ready for that, maybe it’s better for you to go your separate ways.”

Katsuki gives him a bewildered look. “You want me to give him a fuckin’ ultimatum?”

“You don’t have to do it,” Hanta says, and then sighs, running a hand through his shaggy black mullet. “But you shouldn’t be stuck feeling like this, man. You deserve to be happy.”

Katsuki scoffs and looks up at their friends just as Momo swoops down to kiss her girlfriend’s cheek. Katsuki swallows thickly and lets out a long sigh and then drags a hand down his face as he mutters out a low, “Fuck.”

—

Touya has on his hero costume—his black pants, black sleeveless trench coat, the tail of it lined in blue flames, and a pale blue under-suit covers him from ankle to neck to wrist. The bodysuit is the most vital piece to his costume, as it regulates his body temperature, something he literally couldn’t survive without, as his own blue flames can easily grow hot enough to burn his own skin, something he’d unfortunately learned as a child.

Meeting with fans is always something Touya has enjoyed doing; he’s a charismatic guy, and the chance to chat up various people is something he rarely turns down. One of his dad’s ex-sidekick-recently-turned-Pros is with him today.

Burnin rolls her copper eyes, mane of green flames crackling with her annoyance as she plants her hands on her hips. Touya just snickers at her though, having always considered the woman to be a sort of older sister.

She sees the mirth in his eyes and huffs out a small laugh, knowing he’s drawing out this particular fan session just to be a little shit.

“It’s Endeavor!”

“Who’s he with!?”

“Is that the Rabbit Hero!?”

Touya curiously looks over, grinning when he sees his father walking in his direction with none other than Mirko, whose white bunny ears stick up from her same colored hair, contrasting with her dark almond skin. She catches Touya’s gaze and a smirk twists at her lips, red eyes amused.

“So nice of you to hop your bunny ass on over here,” Touya drawls as he makes his way over to them.

“Someone has to check on the riffraff,” Mirko teases. “Good thing I did too, looks like someone needs to remind you that heroics isn’t about how nice your ass looks on the cover of a magazine.”

“Sounds like someone’s jealous,” Touya says, smirking widely.

The snarky little reunion is ruined as soon as Enji opens his mouth. “Ah, is this young love?”

Touya and Mirko both grimace heavily, but fortunately Enji’s earpiece goes off, the call from his secretary loud enough for them all to hear the woman shrieking about how his newest UA intern locked themselves in the training room. Enji’s nostrils flare and he looks to Burnin, who rolls her eyes, but nods.

“Apologies,” Enji says to Mirko, and then jets himself up into the air, taking off toward his agency.

“Don’t stay out past curfew,” Burnin says, and Touya flips her off, which only has her cackling as she takes off after her ex-boss.

“Oof,” Mirko says, looking to Touya and raising a brow. “You still haven’t said anything to the old man?”

Touya gives her a flat look. “I can’t.”

“Right,” Mirko says, rolling her eyes. “I forgot that not being a little bitch is hard for you.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Touya snaps, forcing back the desire to burst into flames as his anger boils up. “I fucking hate having to hide this shit. I don’t want it to be a fucking secret, but if he found out, it would ruin everything I’ve been working for.”

The look Mirko gives him is so full of apathetic pity that it makes him want to punch her in the face. She can clearly sense that, and her ears twitch as she scoffs, crossing her arms, cocking her head at him.

“I’m only gonna say this once, and only because you’re my friend and I give a fuck about you,” Mirko starts, and Touya narrows his eyes. “You need to reevaluate your priorities.”

“Fuck off,” Touya says, turning his back to her.

—

The sound of the apartment door closing has Katsuki sighing from his spot in the kitchen. He looks down at the sink, eyes lidding as he stares at the last of the dirty dishes as he languidly rinses it off. He’d told himself that he was going to wait until after dinner, until Natsuo left and he and Touya were alone.

“Fuck,” he whispers as he places the bowl on the drying rack.

He tugs up the sink plug and dries his hands off slowly before turning around and looking out through the sliding kitchen door. He swallows thickly, hating the way his throat feels tight and his chest aches, but he needs to do this. He can’t stop thinking about Hanta’s words, and as much as he hates the idea of an ultimatum, he doesn’t see much of a choice.

With a heavy sigh, and a hope that he’s wrong about how this is going to play out, he steps through the kitchen doorway, looking around the open living room, at the end of which sit three doors—the bathroom in the center, Katsuki’s bedroom on the left, and Touya’s bedroom on the right.

Touya is seated on the couch, the TV is off, but he’s scrolling through social media on his phone. When he hears Katsuki’s light footsteps approaching, he puts his phone down and smiles at him as the blonde sits next to him, reaching out to wrap his arm around Katsuki’s trim waist.

“What do you wanna watch?” Touya asks as he leans forward, using his free hand to grab the remote from the coffee table.

“Touya,” Katsuki says, his tone gathering all of his boyfriend’s attention. “My birthday is next month, and I want to go out and have dinner with you.”

“Katsu,” Touya says with a sigh, leaning back as he frowns. “I hate this as much as you do, but we can’t.”

Katsuki’s eyes flick up as he tries to resist the desire to cry; unable to meet Touya’s gaze as he puts his own heart on the line. “I love you, but I can’t keep doing this.”

“What?” Touya says, eyes wide.

“This fucking secret dating thing,” Katsuki clarifies, forcing himself to look at the white-haired man. “Either we go public with this… or I’m—fuck—I’m done.”

He is trying so hard not to cry as he watches Touya’s face contort in various emotions, flickering from shock to anger to hurt to incredulity to a messed up conglomeration of them all.

“That’s not fair,” Touya finally says. “How am I supposed to choose?”

Katsuki barks out a harsh laugh at that and licks his lips as he nods once. “Yeah. That’s… kinda what I expected.”

“What the fuck do you want me to say?” Touya asks, his chest aching as his anxiety squirms to the surface of his brain.

“I want you to say that I mean more than your childhood fantasy,” Katsuki says, reaching behind himself to grab Touya’s hand, pulling it from his waist before standing up. “I’m tired of feeling like you’re ashamed of me, tired of feeling like I’m not important enough. I get that you want to be daddy’s number one, but I’m not gonna hide in a fucking closet so you can chase Endeavor’s shadow.”

Touya’s jaw drops, and he is utterly frozen as he watches Katsuki make his way over to the bedroom on the left. Katsuki wipes at his eyes as soon as he’s out of sight and goes to his closet, opening it up and pulling out his already packed suitcase. He had tried to hold onto hope for this day going differently, but he knows that Touya is a stubborn bastard who won’t back down for anything.

He should’ve known better than to think he could ever take the number one spot in Touya’s life. It’s probably selfish for him to want to be more important than anything else, but he can’t help the way he’s fantasized about having a life with Touya—getting married, adopting a child, moving into a nice house near a good school.

He steps out of his bedroom and his eyes land on his ex-boyfriend, who hasn’t moved a muscle to even attempt to stop him from leaving, and his heart plummets further. He makes his way over to the front door and swaps out his slippers for his shoes, and then pulls out his keys and slowly slides off the one for the apartment.

He sets the little golden key down on the small entryway table, opens the door, and walks out, shutting it behind himself with a soft click.

Touya stares blankly at the door, too stunned to move as he mentally replays the visual of the love of his life leaving him. He doesn’t even realize that tears have fallen down his face, too lost in the knowledge that he fucked everything up.

—

Two unconscious men are sprawled out on either side of hero Shouto, who’s navy blue suit further offsets his mismatched appearance; his hair red and white, split down the middle, with a gray eye on the right and a turquoise on the left. He’s shockingly limited on scars for a pro hero, sporting no severe injuries, though his dual Quirks certainly help with that.

He’s got a furious glower on his face, though it’s not aimed at the villains, but rather at his eldest brother, who is wiping his bloody knuckles off on his pants. The blood is from one of the villains, who he had undoubtedly given a concussion when he’d knocked the man out before lurching to kick the gut of the other, following up with a karate chop to the carotid.

“You need to stop using excessive force,” Shouto says, usually flat tone laced in annoyance.

“Shut the fuck up,” Touya says, sneering harshly at him.

“I don’t know what caused your awful mood lately, but it’s only gotten worse over the past couple of weeks, and I’m not going to put up with it much longer,” Shouto says, crouching down to place cuffs on the villain’s wrists.

“Mind your own goddamn business,” Touya bites out.

Shouto lets out an annoyed grunt. “If I put in a refusal to work with you, you’ll be on your own, Dabi. Everyone else has already filed complaints against you.”

“Good,” Touya says, scowling angrily. “I’m fucking sick of everyone telling me what an asshole I am, as if I didn’t already fucking know that I’m a piece of shit.”

Shouto gives him another flat look. “I’m taking the villains in. You need to submit your paperwork by the end of the day.”

“Fuck off,” Touya says. “I’ve been doing this a hell of a lot longer than you.”

Shouto rolls his eyes at that, reaching down to grip the cuffs of the villains, using them to hold onto the men as he raises them up on a pillar of ice, and then starts sliding along it toward the police station. Touya glares after him for a moment before growling under his breath and turning away to march off in the opposite direction, looking for someone else to pummel.

Misery and self-hatred is what’s been fueling him for the past two weeks since Katsuki dumped him. He’s laid on the bed in Katsuki’s room every night, even though he can hardly fucking sleep because his brain is so consumed repeating his mistakes, reminding him what a bastard he is.

He’s tried to apologize to Katsuki, but the man has blocked him on every social media platform, on his cellphone, and he immediately blocked the fake account Touya made to try to message him online. He’d even attempted to send messages via the ‘Baku-Squad,’ but they refused to answer him.

When he’d seen Chargebolt and Red Riot out on patrol a few days ago, he had rushed to them and casually asked where Katsuki was, but it was clear in the anger on their faces that the man had told them about what happened. Touya has never seen Red Riot truly angry before, and he had to admit that the man looked positively menacing when he had warned Touya to stay away.

Touya is so lost in his own head that he doesn’t hear the person stepping up behind him; completely misses the sounds of their skipping.

As far as he’s concerned, he’s just suddenly in an empty black void; numb to the feeling of his body hitting the ground, of the hands that grab his wrists to drag him into an alleyway.

He looks around the darkness, and jumps backwards in his headspace when a woman pops up in front of him with a cheery, “Hello!”

She’s fairly short, with lightly tanned warm ivory skin. Her mint green hair is straight, draping just past her shoulders, the top of her head covered by a bright orange bandana. Her dark teal eyes are wide and a bright grin is plastered on her face as she waves one of her orange-gloved hands at him.

Her torso is covered with a black sleeveless turtleneck and teal and orange puffy shorts go from her waist to her upper thighs. A black corset lines her waist, which sports little yellow smiley faces all the way around. Black boots are on her feet, the only normal looking part of her entire ensemble.

“Who the fuck are you?” Touya spits out.

The woman giggles loudly, hands flying to her midsection as she laughs. The longer it goes on, the more annoyed Touya becomes, until his nostrils are flaring and he moves into a fighting position—which she notices and snickers at.

“I’m Ms. Joke!” She finally declares, and the name tugs faintly on Touya’s memories, but he can’t quite connect the dots. “My Quirk is called Fool, and it allows me to see a person’s regrets.”

Touya’s entire body goes still and he narrows his eyes at her. “Are you blackmailing me, bitch?”

“Of course not!” She says, waving one hand nonchalantly. “But I am gonna make you live through variations of your biggest regret for the next 24 hours. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine when you wake up—maybe even more clearheaded.”

She giggles again, and her body slowly fades, until only her head remains, bobbing tauntingly in the air. “It’s April Fools’ Day, and you are the fool.”

—

“Ugh, I’m hungry,” Denki whines as he walks down the road, pouting dramatically as he clutches his stomach. “My tumbly is all rumbly.”

Mina snorts from his side, both of them decked out in their hero costumes. “We can stop by that takoyaki stand, it’s at the end of this street.”

“Shit, yes,” Denki says, his golden eyes brightening up. “We should get extra…”

He trails off when his eyes land on a set of legs poking out from behind a dumpster down the nearest alleyway. He sucks in a sharp breath and hurries over, Mina hot on his heels.

It’s not until they round the dark green dumpster that they realize it’s Touya.

“Fuck,” Mina says, dropping down as she checks for a pulse, sighing in relief when she feels a strong one, though his chest is moving fairly shallowly.

“This can’t be good,” Denki says as he pulls his phone from his pocket. “I’m gonna call it in.”

Mina nods, looking down at Touya’s unconscious face for a long moment as she contemplates her options, though she knows what she has to do. No matter how badly the unconscious Pro Hero hurt her friend, she knows that Katsuki needs to know what’s going on.

—

Touya wakes up feeling warm and content and he blinks his eyes open, finding Katsuki in his arms, the man’s sleeping face tilted up toward him in his slumber. A soft smile pulls his lips and he leans in to place a soft kiss to his cheek before carefully maneuvering his arm out from under him.

He slides out of bed, carefully moving the orange blanket and smoothing out the black pillowcase, knowing he needs to ensure it doesn’t look like he was there. He can’t risk anyone coming in and catching them like this.

He silently makes his way out of the room, going to the next door over and walking into the bathroom. He turns on the shower in the corner and while he waits for the water to heat up, he brushes his teeth. When he’s done with that, he pulls off his sleep pants and boxers and chucks them into the hamper before stepping into the shower, sighing contentedly at the hot spray.

The door opens a moment later and he opens his eyes, locking gazes with Katsuki as the man starts to brush his own teeth, unashamedly checking Touya out. The older man wants to be turned on by it, but all it does is send a pang of anxiety down his spine, and he frowns.

“You know, we could save water by showering together,” Katsuki says teasingly and Touya blinks, hit by a sudden wave of déjà vu.

He shakes it off though, and forces a smirk to his face. “No can do, Doll. Natsuo is coming over for lunch, and you know he likes to get here early.”

Katsuki’s shoulders slump slightly and he sighs—and then suddenly, it’s like the day speeds up, everything playing at triple speed as he gets dressed, pouts as Katsuki scolds him for adding too much water to the rice cooker, and then he’s opening the door for Natsuo, sitting at the table and eating, laughing when Natsuo cracks a joke about how Touya needs to buckle down on finding a girlfriend before dad pimps him out for his genes.

It doesn’t calm down until Natsuo leaves and Touya half collapses on the sofa, feeling like he’s just run a marathon. He groans, rubbing a hand over his face before pulling out his cellphone and pulling up the Hero News Network to see what’s been going on.

He hears Katsuki’s light footsteps and puts his phone down so he can look up at his boyfriend, giving him a smile as he sits next to him. He immediately reaches out to wrap an arm around his waist as he bends forward to grab the television remote.

“What do you wanna watch?” He asks.

“Touya,” Katsuki says; his tone sending dread down to Touya’s toes as he turns to look at him. “My birthday is next month, and I want to go out and have dinner with you.”

A horrible feeling builds up in Touya’s guts, mixing with the déjà vu. “You know that we can’t do that.”

“I can’t keep doing this,” Katsuki says, averting his gaze. “This whole… secret dating thing. Either we go public with this… or I’m—shit—I’m done.”

“That’s not fair,” Touya chokes out.

“And it’s not fair that I have to feel like you’re ashamed of me,” Katsuki says, turning back to him, red eyes wet.

“What do you want me to do?” Touya asks, his chest tightening painfully.

“I want you to choose me,” Katsuki says, his breath hitching as he stands up. “But I should’ve known that you wouldn’t.”

“Wait,” Touya says, reaching out for him, but the blonde doesn’t look back.

He is frozen in his spot as he watches the love of his life walk into his bedroom, walking back out far too quickly, wheeling a black suitcase behind him as he goes to the front door. He pulls his keys from his pocket and slides the one to the apartment off, setting it on the entryway table before opening the door and leaving.

—

Touya blinks his eyes open, gasping lightly when he finds Katsuki in his arms, the man’s sleeping face tilted up toward him in his slumber. He lets out a relieved breath and leans in to place a quick kiss to the blonde’s cheek before carefully maneuvering his arm out from under him.

He slides out of bed, fixing up the blanket and pillow before quietly making his way out of the room, going into the bathroom. He turns on the shower in the corner and while he waits for the water to heat up, he brushes his teeth. When he’s done with that, he places his toothbrush back into the holder and pulls off his sleep pants and boxers and chucks them into the hamper before stepping into the shower, sighing at the hot spray.

The door opens a moment later and he opens his eyes, watching as Katsuki steps up to the sink and starts to brush his own teeth, unashamedly checking Touya out.

“You know, we could save water by showering together,” Katsuki says teasingly, and Touya’s entire body goes rigid.

—

Katsuki slows down outside the hospital, panting lightly, his chest tight both from the exertion of having run all the way from his house and the panic coursing through his body. He gulps down a lungful of air and forces his breathing to calm down before he steps up to the automatic doors.

He goes straight to the nurse’s desk, tapping his fingers impatiently on the counter. “Where’s Todoroki Touya?”

The woman gives him a flat look. “You need to sign in.”

“Seriously?” Katsuki says, cocking a brow.

“Everyone has to sign in before going to the Quirk Ward, Pro Hero or not,” she says, and Katsuki scrunches his nose up, but he takes the clipboard from her when she holds it out and messily scrawls his name down. “Go through the doors to your left and follow the signs to get to the Q-Wing. He’s on the second floor, in room 216.”

“Right,” Katsuki says, turning to walk off quickly.

“Visiting hours are nearly up,” she calls after him, but he just waves a dismissive hand over his shoulder.

He moves as quickly as he can, following the appropriate signs and doing his best not to break out in a run. He bypasses the elevator in favor of taking the stairs, bolting up the two flights and shoving the door open, nearly smacking into Utsushimi Camie, who squeaks in surprise.

“Oh, damn, babes, you scared me,” the tall, shapely woman says, flicking a strand of her long blonde hair over her shoulder before planting her hand on her hip.

“The fuck’re you doing here?” Katsuki snaps out, crossing his arms and putting on his best annoyed glare.

“Came with Shou,” she says, her thick lips pulling into a frown as she looks at him, deceptively innocent brown eyes seeing straight past his illusion of calm. She steps closer to him and lowers her voice. “Here’s the tea—they think he got hit by Ms. Joke’s Quirk. She’s knocked out, like, eight people today.

“The chick who knocked out twelve people last year in Kyushu?” Katsuki asks, furrowing his brows, eyes darting over her shoulder to ensure they’re still alone.

“It’s the only day she does it, according to Tsukauchi,” Camie says, nodding sagely. “He said it’s like, a Groundhog Day thing, I guess? It lasts 24 hours, and they’re stuck in a loop where they relive the worst regret of their life. Supes rough, ya know? Apparently it gets harsher and harsher each time until the 24 hours are up.”

Katsuki nods, his brows knitting together. “What happens when he wakes up? S’ he gonna be okay?”

Camie raises one brow, a small twitch at the corner of her mouth. “Ya know, if ya don’t tone it down, I ain’t gonna be the only one to unravel your secret, babes.”

“Fuck off,” Katsuki snaps, growling lowly. “It’s over anyway. Doesn’t fucking matter.”

Surprise flashes across her face, and she clearly wants to ask for more information, but she holds herself back. “He’s gonna be fine. Everyone else was okay, just had yucky nightmares for a while.”

Katsuki nods, feeling his shoulders relax slightly, though all the tension in his body immediately comes back when a familiar voice calls out, “Camie, are you ready to go?”

Katsuki looks up, meeting dual-toned eyes, and Shouto tilts his head curiously as he walks over. “Bakugou? What are you doing here?”

“Really, Shou?” Camie says, giggling as she kisses his cheek. “You can be so silly sometimes. Of course he would come to see if his friend and roommate is okay.”

“Oh,” Shouto says, easily accepting that while Katsuki does his best to mask the way the words lance through his fucking heart. “If you would like to go in, that’s fine, but visiting hours end in eight minutes. Seven now, I suppose.”

—

“No!” Touya shouts.

His arms are firmly wrapped around Katsuki’s middle to stop him from standing and getting off the sofa, sobbing as his fractured heart breaks impossibly further. He doesn’t know how many times he’s replayed through the moment Katsuki breaks up with him. Each time varies a little, shifting in the tone, the expressions, and every time it hurts more than the last.

He looks up at the blonde, meeting his red-eyed gaze. Katsuki’s gorgeous eyes are full of tears, but he still shoves him off harshly, quickly scrambling away from the couch. Touya chokes on another plead and Katsuki wipes at his eyes harshly.

“I can’t fucking do this anymore,” Katsuki says, shaking his head as he licks his lips. “You act like I mean nothing to you.”

“You mean everything to me,” Touya says, reaching out for him again.

Katsuki steps away from him, his shoulders hunching in. “I told you so many fucking times that I didn’t want to hide anymore.”

“We can go on dates,” Touya blurts out, but the blonde simply shakes his head again.

“It’s too late,” Katsuki says, turning to walk for the door, skipping the usual trip to grab his suitcase this time.

Touya jumps to his feet and rounds the couch to follow after, reaching out as Katsuki opens the door to step into the hallway. He turns to look at Touya again, and then a massive blur slams into him—a man who looks to be made up of a pile of gray stones. He knocks Katsuki to the ground, but he doesn’t stop, raising his heavy foot carelessly and stepping down.

Time slows down for a moment as the stony foot crushes Katsuki’s skull, and then speeds back up as the heavy feet continue racing down the hall.

Touya’s legs wobble as he steps closer, his entire body numb with shocked horror, his knees finally giving out when he reaches the doorframe. He can’t even properly process the gore in front of him, but his stomach lurches and he falls forward, his hands landing in sticky crimson as he vomits.

—

The soft sound of the hospital room door opening up has Katsuki looking over, finding one of the nurses. He already knows what she’s going to say, and he slowly stands up.

“I gave you an extra five minutes,” the nurse says, giving him a small smile. “I know it was hard getting some one-on-one time when his whole family was in here.”

“Thanks,” Katsuki says quietly, stepping over to the door. He pauses in the doorway to look back at Touya; the only part of the man that’s moving is his chest, which isn’t nearly as comforting as the soft, steady beating of the monitor clipped to his finger.

“Do you have some concerns?” The nurse asks.

“Can…” Katsuki trails off, turning to look at her. “Can I… stay? Just to make sure nothing bad happens?”

The woman blinks once, but she looks over his face, at his somber expression, the emotion he’s tried so carefully to conceal for years. She sighs through her nose and steps into the room, quietly shutting the door behind herself.

“How long?” She asks softly.

“It’s not…” Katsuki starts, but then raises a hand to rub the back of his neck. “It’s uh, it’s over… two years of being secret just… I couldn’t keep doing it.”

They fall into silence, Katsuki looking back at Touya while the nurse’s eyes trace over his features. She frowns, looking over to the unconscious man as she considers her words.

“My daughter is eight years old,” she says, and Katsuki grunts to show he’s listening. “I had always wanted children, but… my girlfriend was scared of taking that step because she knew her family wouldn’t approve.”

That gathers the hero’s full attention, though the nurse continues looking at Touya. “I think we were together… oh, maybe two and a half years before we decided to move in together. We asked our families to help us move in, though my family already knew, Gods know I could never keep a secret from my mother.”

Katsuki huffs a soft laugh. “Yeah.”

“But when her parents showed up and realized the apartment only had one bedroom, it became a war zone,” the woman says, though she chuckles shortly.

“Right,” Katsuki says, looking down at his feet.

“We still don’t ever see them,” the nurse says, bringing a hand up to rest on Katsuki’s shoulder. “Her worst nightmare came true by telling her parents, but twelve years later, we’re happier than ever. She still misses them, of course, but she realized that she had to choose between the exhaustion and fear of lying for the rest of her life, or face her parents and be true to herself.”

Katsuki grunts softly, his eyes lidding as he looks to the floor. “He… didn’t choose me.”

The nurse is silent again, pursing her lips before letting out another soft sigh. “I’ll talk to the doctor.”

—

Touya wakes up with a gasp, bolting up from the bed. He looks around and sighs in relief when he sees the darkness through the window, the sky rolling with stormy clouds. He runs his hands through his hair as his gaze falls to the blonde on the bed, who is giving him a bewildered look.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” Touya says, leaning over to kiss Katsuki.

“Love you too, idiot,” Katsuki says with a huff.

“Please don’t leave me,” Touya says, and Katsuki makes a surprised sound in the back of his throat.

Touya leans back, looking down at the blonde, eyes wide as his gaze slides all over his face. Katsuki blinks twice and then his expression slowly morphs into melancholy. Touya shakes his head, leaning in to kiss him again, but Katsuki pushes him to the side and sits up, throwing his legs over the bed, facing away from Touya.

“I can’t keep doing this,” Katsuki says before standing up.

“No no no, please,” Touya says, crawling across the bed.

“It’s too late,” Katsuki says, turning to look at him.

Touya goes up on his knees, reaching out to grasp the blonde’s shoulders. “Please, I will do anything, Katsuki.”

A loud crack sounds from outside, the window behind the blonde shatters, and then something wet splashes across Touya’s face. He winces back in surprise, looking down and going rigid when he sees the branch extending through the window, speared directly through Katsuki’s chest.

—

Katsuki holds Touya’s hand, rubbing his thumb lightly over his skin. The hospital is almost eerily silent this late, and it’s definitely past his usual bedtime, but he just can’t seem to convince himself to go to sleep.

“I remember when we first met,” Katsuki says, his voice soft, though it still seems so loud in the empty air. “I was excited to work with Endeavor’s Agency, the number one hero. I was so pissed when he took Shouto and left me to do my fucking training with this fucking wannabe J-pop star.”

He huffs a small laugh. “You were just as pissed as I was. I remember you told me you didn’t have time to babysit a fucking brat, and I told you that I shouldn’t be stuck with some technicolor knockoff Endeavor.”

He clears his throat, sniffling lightly, his chest tightening. “I fucking hate this—how fucking badly this hurts, how fucking lonely it is. But what sucks the most is that I realized I’ve felt lonely all the goddamn time, even when I was with you. I put everything into loving your stupid ass, and I know you loved me, but it was never enough, and I fucking hated that. I wanted to tell people, to show you off and be shown off, but—fuck.”

Katsuki takes a calming breath, which comes out in a shaky exhale. His eyes trail down to the stark white bedsheet beneath Touya, and he suddenly remembers the time Touya commented that he hated blank white things. He said it was like an unfinished project—blank canvases being left around.

He sighs and leans in, pressing a kiss to the back of Touya’s hand. “Wonder what your biggest regret is. Probably that time Endeavor said he didn’t like the tie you wore to the Hero Awards, hah?”

He laughs bitterly, sniffling again before shifting to lie against the bed, resting his cheek on top of their joined hands, looking up at Touya’s face. Katsuki’s own expression is somber as he trails his eyes around the man, just soaking in how utterly gorgeous he is.

—

Touya wakes up with a small groan, lying flat on his back. He opens his eyes and looks up at the ceiling, wondering how many times he’s going to have to live through this. It has to have been at least thirty replays now, and he’s certainly learned that no matter how broken his heart is, the pain can always get worse.

He reaches out for Katsuki, but his hand only meets empty sheets and he turns to look, blinking in confusion. He’s never woken up alone in the bed before, not during this nightmare, anyway.

He sits up slowly, brows furrowing, feeling a sense of uneasiness churning in his guts at the silence in the apartment. Now that he’s focused on it, the lack of anything aside from his own breathing has him feeling cold.

“Katsuki?” He calls out as he slides out of bed, but there’s no answer.

He makes his way out of the bedroom, looking around the empty living space. He takes a few steps over to peer in the kitchen entryway, but that’s clearly empty as well. He frowns and walks over to his own bedroom, but that’s just as vacant.

He goes to the bathroom, leaving the door opened a crack, and his eyes land on a piece of paper folded neatly on the counter. His name is scrawled across the front in Katsuki’s familiar sharp, elegant handwriting. Touya’s hands tremble, anxiety pricking his skin as he slowly opens it.

Touya, I love you so fucking much. But I can’t take this anymore—hiding from the world. I know that if you had to choose between me or your father’s respect, I would lose. So I’ve decided to take myself out of the equation.

Touya drops the paper, not finishing the rest of the long note. His head snaps up, and he catches the reflection of Katsuki’s water bottle sitting on the corner of the bathtub. He’s frozen for a moment before turning around and taking slow steps across the tile floor.

The first thing he sees as he approaches the deep tub are eight pill bottles and their discarded lids. A couple stray pills are on the white floor of the tub, and another step closer reveals one sock-clad foot, and then a second.

Touya pauses for a moment, his lower lip trembling as he takes another step, his heart lurching up into his throat as he forces himself to look down. A low, distraught moan falls from his lips and he nearly falls forward, barely catching himself on the edge of the tub as he looks down at Katsuki’s body, curled up like he’s sleeping, his form stone still and drained of color.

—

Katsuki yawns, exhaustion hitting him out of nowhere and he sits up, pulling his hand away from Touya’s, deciding that it’s probably time for him to go home and get some sleep. Touya lets out a small whimper and Katsuki’s head jerks up, shocked by the sound. The man hasn’t moved a millimeter or made so much as a sharp inhale since Katsuki arrived.

He looks at the clock, seeing that it’s nearly 1am, and after a quick internal debate, he grabs his phone and sets an alarm for 7am—an hour before visiting hours start. He yawns again and sniffles, his eyes feeling dry, and he carefully climbs up onto the bed, squishing his back against the safety railing.

He places a soft kiss to Touya’s cheek and then lays his head down on the man’s shoulder, wrapping one arm around his middle. He closes his eyes, letting himself soak in the thick, smoky scent that always clings to the man, allowing the familiar comfort to soothe him to sleep.

—

Touya sucks in a sharp breath when he wakes up, his eyes flying open and landing on Katsuki’s sleeping face. His heart aches in his chest and he sits up, shifting under the blankets to straddle the man’s hips.

He lightly slaps his hands over the blonde’s face, startling him awake. Katsuki blinks up at him, but before he can ask what’s going on, Touya dives for his mouth, kissing him hard, forcing all of his emotions into his ministrations, not stopping when tears begin rolling down his cheeks.

When he pulls back, he gasps for air and looks down at Katsuki, whose eyes are wide and face riddled with concern as Touya’s tears drip down onto his collarbones. Touya just looks at him for a long moment, leaning in to give him another quick kiss before tearing himself away.

“I love you more than anything else in the fucking world,” Touya says, his eyes flicking between Katsuki’s. “But I can’t keep doing this.”

Katsuki’s eyes blow wide. “The fuck’s that mean?”

Touya kisses him once more and then climbs off the bed, standing beside the blonde. He trails his fingers down Katsuki’s cheeks, along his lips, and he smiles softly as he trails the back of his index finger along the blonde’s adorable little nose.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Touya murmurs, and Katsuki’s cheeks flush pink. “I love you when you’re flustered, when you’re cocky, when you’re angry… when you’re sad.”

“What’s going on?” Katsuki asks hesitantly.

“I can’t watch you die again,” Touya says, huffing out a broken laugh. “Not after… not after you taking yourself out. Just… I can’t.”

He turns and makes his way out of the room, not stopping when he hears Katsuki scrambling out of bed behind him, shouting for him to stop. Touya plants himself in the middle of the living space and holds his hands up as he activates his Quirk, coating himself in blue fire.

“Stop!” Katsuki shouts, panicked. “You’re not wearing your regulators, you moron! Your body is gonna overheat!”

“I know,” Touya says, cranking up the temperature. “I’m the one who fucks everything up anyway. If anyone needs to be removed from the equation, it’s me.”

“Stop!” Katsuki screams, tears now trailing down his face.

Touya closes his eyes, doing his best not to scream as his flames go beyond the limit his body can handle and his flesh begins to melt, the fire searing him down to his very bones.

—

Katsuki steps out of the bathroom attached to Touya’s hospital room, feeling a little better now that he’s washed his face with some water, the cool temperature soothing his stinging eyes. He crosses the space, going to the little round dining table at the far end of the room, where he’d placed his phone earlier, checking for messages. He only has one and he opens it up, blank faced.

Illus-o-Bitch: Yo, heads up, boi Fuyu just texted Shou to say the whole fam is gonna get there at 8

A loud gasp startles him and he whirls around, staring wide-eyed at Touya, who jolts upright, the heart monitor beeping wildly as he looks around. Katsuki drops his phone and cautiously walks over.

“Whoa, calm the fuck down,” Katsuki says, and Touya’s head snaps to him.

“Katsuki,” Touya croaks out, trying to pull himself over the railing.

He nearly falls from the bed, but Katsuki rushes to catch him, both hands firmly gripping him under his biceps. “Oi, knock it the fuck off.”

Touya wraps his arms around the blonde’s middle and buries his face in his chest, getting a deep inhale of the man’s caramel scent, the one Katsuki has never been able to hide beneath musky cologne, despite his best efforts. It solidifies Touya’s mind in reality and he tightens his hold, sighing heavily.

Katsuki swallows thickly and rubs slow circles into the man’s back, trying not to melt into the embrace. It’s hard, and he wonders if coming here was a mistake, because he’s never going to be able to get over this man, and the solidification of that fact is like a slap to the face.

“I love you so much,” Touya says, and Katsuki’s breath hitches, his eyes stinging as his hand falters where he’s rubbing the man’s back.

The door opens and Katsuki looks up, his eyes widening when he sees a doctor and two nurses step inside. He pulls away from the embrace, but Touya’s hands fly out, grabbing one of Katsuki’s and holding it like a lifeline.

“I’ll call the family,” one of the nurses says, quickly leaving the room.

“It’s good to see you awake, Todoroki-san,” the doctor says as he steps up alongside the bed. “You were hit by a Quirk, but I wonder if we were wrong on the perpetrator because no one else has gotten out before the 24-hour window.”

“Excuse me,” the still present nurse says, trying to get around Katsuki to take Touya’s vitals.

“No,” Touya gasps out when Katsuki tries to pull his hand away, tugging the blonde closer and holding his hand tighter, looking at Katsuki pleadingly. “Don’t go.”

“Okay, Touy,” Katsuki says, and the older man relaxes slightly.

“Do you remember anything?” The doctor asks.

Touya nods, though he frowns, the memories suddenly feeling hazy. “It’s… hard to remember.”

“Do you know who caused this?” The doctor asks next as they pull a pen from their lab coat pocket.

“Ms. Joke,” Touya says immediately.

“You’re sure?” The doctor says, blinking, and Touya nods. “Alright. Some people affected by Ms. Joke’s Quirk experienced fluctuations with the memories, though they were unspecific on the reason why. Most forgot everything within two weeks.”

The door suddenly bursts open and the entire Todoroki family spills in.

Katsuki quickly rips his hand from Touya’s and steps to the side as they surround the bed. Rei and Fuyumi wrap their arms around him in hugs, Fuyumi doing so awkwardly with her rounded belly. Enji pats his head and tells him they’ll catch the person responsible, Shouto apologizes for leaving him alone while on patrol, and Natsuo promises to make sure the doctors here give him the best care.

Seeing that the man is in good hands, and knowing he’s about to lose himself to his sadness again, Katsuki grabs his phone and quickly leaves the room, not looking back. His eyes burn and he looks down, shoving his hands deep into his pockets as he speed walks, moving as quickly as he can without actually running.

“Fuck,” Touya gasps, his hands flying to his head as the memories from the Quirk resurface in his brain. He chokes on his own spit as the agony rips through him again and he looks around for blonde hair. “Where’s Katsuki?”

“He left just after we got here,” Enji says.

“I need—I need him,” Touya says, pushing Rei’s and Fuyumi’s hands away so he can clamber off the bed, tangling his legs in the sheets and ripping the blood pressure cuff cord out of the wall as he falls.

“Whoa!” Natsuo shouts as he hurries over with Shouto and Enji.

“Get back into the bed, Touya,” Enji says sternly.

“No!” Touya shouts, standing up and ripping the velcro cuff from his bicep, dropping it to the floor. He plucks the clip off his finger too, fortunately having avoided knocking over the expensive heart monitor. “I need to apologize!”

“For what?” Fuyumi asks.

“For not letting the fucking planet know how much I love him!” Touya shouts, turning to look at them all. They all have shocked looks on their faces, but Touya doesn’t give a single fuck. “I spent two years hiding my relationship, afraid of what people would say about it.”

He locks eyes with his father. “About what you would say about it.” Enji’s eyes fill with a mix of emotions Touya can’t be bothered to decipher, and he looks across his siblings and mother. “But I don’t care anymore. That fucking Quirk made me relive the day Katsuki told me he couldn’t do it anymore. It got worse and worse and worse, until he started dying and then he kept fucking dying, and then he killed himself—”

A choked sob cuts him off, and he takes a moment to regain himself, blinking against tears. “So I don’t care anymore, and I will not let Katsuki go another fucking moment without knowing how much he means to me.”

He turns and races out of the hospital room before any of his family can overcome their shock, uncaring of the fact that he’s shoeless and in a hospital gown that leaves his ass on full display. None of the shouts in the hallway can slow him down, though when he’s suddenly engulfed in black at the doors of the Q-Wing, he gets ready to scream, but Camie steps in front of him.

“If you’re gonna go after your boy, it’d be easier if you had this,” Camie whispers, giving him a wink as she holds out a piece of paper, the blackness fading as she ends her Quirk.

“Thank you, and I’m sorry for calling you a tits-for-brains bimbo behind your back,” Touya says, and then bolts out the doors, leaving Camie to blink once before snorting out a laugh.

More nurses and doctors shout for him to stop, but he ignores them all, bursting out into the waiting room and darting for the doors. He hears startled gasps, and when he makes it out onto the sidewalk, several people scream when they see his bare ass bouncing as he races toward Katsuki’s house.

He can hear the clicking of cameras, but all that’s on his mind is Katsuki. He ignores the burning in his sides as he picks up the pace, sprinting over small pebbles that bruise the undersides of his feet.

When he finally reaches the address on the paper, he darts up to the stoop and bangs on the door. “Katsuki! I need to talk to you!”

He can hear movement behind the door, but when there are no signs of it being opened he gulps in a breath and takes a step back. He squares his shoulders, nostrils flaring with his determination.

“I am an ungrateful bastard who took advantage of the best thing to ever fucking happen to me!” Touya yells, his voice cracking a little, but he presses on. “I should’ve shown you how much I appreciate you! I never should’ve pushed my insecurities onto you! I should have sucked it up and screamed to the fucking world about how Bakugou Katsuki is the most amazing man I have ever met!”

He sucks in more oxygen, balling his hands into fists at his sides. “I lived through a fucking nightmare—watching you leave me, watching you die, but… watching you kill yourself because you thought I would never pick you—” his voice cracks again and he sniffles before clearing his throat. “I burned myself alive to escape.”

He lifts the front of the gown to wipe away the wetness on his cheeks before moving a bit closer to the door, pressing his palm flatly to the wood. “I love you more than anything else! I know I fucked up, and I know that I might’ve lost any chance of ever getting you back, but you need to know that I’m going to follow you to the ends of the Earth! I will burn down everything that stands in the way of your dreams, of your happiness, even if… even if that includes me.”

His hand slides down the door and he closes his eyes. “I spent my entire life working to be a fucking hero, but I would kill for you, Katsuki. I would burn the planet if it would make you happy.”

He gasps in a breath, his chest heaving, and the door finally opens, his palm falling through empty air on its trail back to his side. Tears drip past his waterline as he takes in Katsuki’s wet cheeks, and he steps closer, cupping his soft jaw, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe away his tears.

“I am so fucking sorry,” Touya says, sincerity dripping from every word. “You mean so much more to me than my dad’s stupid fucking approval. I know I’m a fucking idiot, but I will always be here for you, even if you never give me another chance.”

Katsuki swallows thickly. “You’re an asshole.”

A wet laugh sputters past Touya’s lips. “I know.”

“Kiss him!” A familiar voice shouts from the next house over, and both men turn to see Denki standing there with the entire Baku-Squad. “If you don’t, I will!”

“I knew I was gonna regret moving in next to him,” Katsuki mumbles.

Touya huffs softly, then gasps as Katsuki’s warm hands grasp his face, turning him and pulling him in for a kiss. Touya melts into it, his hands sliding up into soft blonde hair, holding him close as their mouths move, their kiss quickly growing more heated.

Kyouka wolf whistles and Mina whoops before shouting, “Your ass looks fantastic in that gown!”

Katsuki’s hands fly down to the taller man’s uncovered ass, and he squeezes firmly, stepping backwards and using his grip to tug the man into the house. He raises one foot to kick the door shut, the sound startling Touya, who looks up before spinning them both around and pinning the blonde to the door.

“I love you,” Touya says as he starts kissing down Katsuki’s neck, repeating the words like a mantra between each lip press.

Katsuki lets out a soft moan when Touya sucks on his pulse point, his cock quickly hardening, and Touya growls lightly as he grinds against him, his own dick swelling at the sound. Katsuki lifts one leg to wrap around Touya’s thighs, and the taller man reaches down to grip the blonde’s ass, tugging harshly until he jumps, trusting Touya to carry him.

“Where’s the bedroom?” Touya pants out.

“Down the hall, past the kitchen,” Katsuki says, wrapping his legs tightly around the man’s waist as he coils his arms around his shoulders, leaning in to kiss and bite along his neck.

Touya stumbles into a table and something falls off, cracking on the floor. “Oh, fuck.”

“Ignore it,” Katsuki says, and Touya easily obeys, continuing down the hallway.

Touya stumbles into the bedroom, leaving the door open, eyes locked on the large bed centered against the far wall. The mattress is thick, up on a wooden frame, and Touya drops Katsuki down onto it hard enough to make it creak.

He pulls Katsuki’s hands and legs from him and rips at his clothing, charring a few pieces and tearing some seams in his haste. Once the man is nude, he tugs the hospital gown from his own body and climbs up over the blonde, his chest heaving as he looks him over, soaking in his beauty.

“I love you so fucking much,” he says, leaning down to capture his lips again.

Katsuki moans into the kiss as their hard cocks slide against each other, but Touya pulls back as he kisses down his neck, sucking little marks into his lightly tanned skin. He moves slowly down Katsuki’s body, trailing kisses across his skin, pausing at his pecs to slowly drag his tongue over one of his nipples before latching onto it, giving it a soft suck.

His other hand slides up and down Katsuki’s side, nails lightly dragging along his skin on each downward movement. He continues to gently roll Katsuki’s nipple between his teeth and then pulls back, releasing it with a pop and then rapidly flicks his tongue over the sensitive bud, his eyes locked on Katsuki’s face as the man lets out soft sounds of pleasure.

He kisses along his chest on the way to his other nipple, where he licks a circle around it before sucking the skin into his mouth. He’s much harsher with this one, chomping down, making Katsuki gasp and arch up into him. He kisses around it soothingly, and then continues his way down the man’s body.

He trails his tongue along the dips of Katsuki’s abdomen, kisses around his belly button, feeling the man’s cock smearing precum along his chest when the head brushes his skin. Touya shudders at the feeling, moving further down, and he noses at Katsuki’s cock as he presses kisses around the base.

“Gods, I love you,” Touya says again.

“I love you too,” Katsuki says, his voice somewhat strained, pupils totally blown.

Touya licks a stripe up his length, pressing against the prominent vein on the underside, and Katsuki’s hips jerk in response. Touya dips the tip of his tongue into the slit, the taste of salty precum nearly overwhelming his senses. He twirls his tongue around the head before suckling on it harshly.

“F-fuck,” Katsuki pants out.

Touya hums, hollowing his cheeks for a hard suck before pulling off with a lewd pop. He licks his lips as he grips the blonde’s thick thighs, pushing them up as he kisses back down his shaft, sucking on his balls to show them love before dragging his tongue along his perineum.

He circles the man’s puffy pink hole with his tongue and then gathers up spit in his mouth, ensuring his tongue is coated in drool as he licks over his hole. Katsuki shudders at the feeling, reaching down to grab fistfuls of Touya’s hair.

Touya groans in approval and pushes his tongue inside slowly, making Katsuki moan softly, having always been weak for this. Touya’s fingers slowly knead his skin as he moves them closer to Katsuki’s ass, never stopping the slow curling of his tongue inside him.

When his digits are finally near enough, he presses one in to join his tongue, and Katsuki gasps as the man’s long, thick finger lightly pulls at his rim as he stretches him. Touya is still drooling heavily, salivating at the mere thought of being inside this man again; his cock is achingly hard, dripping a steady stream of precum against the blanket below them.

“Touya,” Katsuki says, and Touya hums to let him know he’s listening, sliding a second finger in to join his tongue. “Ah, f-fuck. Please. I need you.”

Touya’s eyes nearly roll back at that, and he pulls away, instinctually reaching over to the nightstand, where he knows Katsuki has always kept his lube, no matter where he’s lived. He opens the cap with a click, the sound increasing his own impatience, and he flips it upside down, squeezing it to drizzle the cold liquid directly onto his cock. The lube steams lightly when it hits him thanks to how overheated he is with his excitement.

He grips one of Katsuki’s ass cheeks with one hand, using his other to guide his dick to his entrance, taking in a deep breath, which leaves him in the form of a deep groan as he pushes inside. He stammers out curses as he leans over Katsuki, slowly pressing into him as he captures his lips in a heated, desperate kiss.

“Show me how much you missed me,” Katsuki says into the kiss, wrapping his legs around Touya’s hips.

“Oh, fuck,” Touya says, his hips snapping forward harshly. He chuckles lowly, the sound dark as he struggles to control himself. “You really don’t want me to do that, Doll.”

Katsuki’s eyes lid and he leans up to nip at his earlobe. “Do your worst.”

Touya growls out a feral sound as he pulls back until only the head of his cock is inside, and then he slams back up, the headboard cracking against the wall repeatedly as he sets a brutal pace. His dick ruthlessly slides along the blonde’s prostate, making him twitch and gasp.

Katsuki moans loudly, throwing his head back, but there’s a glint in his eyes when he opens them again a moment later. “Is this—hah—all you’ve got?”

Touya’s eyes narrow into slits and he slaps Katsuki’s legs off before pulling out, roughly manhandling the blonde as he spins him around, shoving him up against the headboard. He doesn’t give the blonde any time to adjust to the new position before he lines up and rams back into him.

Katsuki scrambles to grip the headboard as Touya pounds into him, the grip on his hips heating up, fingers pressing in hard enough to hurt. It only adds to his pleasure though, and he angles his hips, pushing back to meet each brutal thrust, gasping when the man hits the perfect spot.

“Touya!” Katsuki screams as he cums, his cock squirting out over the pillows, his orgasm hitting him so hard that his palms ignite, splintering the headboard.

He gasps as he slumps forward, but Touya is quick to wrap his arms around the blonde’s waist. He slowly sits back, pulling Katsuki flush against his chest as he sits, keeping his cock buried deep inside him as he leans back, until he’s lying flat on his back, the blonde atop him.

Touya slides his hands down to Katsuki’s hips, holding him firmly in place as he starts drilling up into him. The man’s dense weight is definitely making this harder, forcing him to take shallower breaths, but that only makes him groan louder, fucking up into him even harder.

Katsuki lets out a whimper as he reaches down to fist his cock, which has already filled back up to half mast. He jerks himself roughly, his eyes nearly rolling back as Touya’s hands sizzle along his skin, not enough to burn, but the danger of it is there and Katsuki chokes on his own spit.

“Mark me,” Katsuki gasps out, fisting his dick faster, squeezing himself harder.

Touya growls, gritting his teeth together as he pistons up, ignoring the cramp in his ass. He carefully increases the heat on his hands, enough to make himself hurt, knowing the man’s heat resistance is higher than his own, and goes a little hotter.

Katsuki’s ass clenches around him, forcing Touya to slow down as the blonde above him trembles with his release, his cock spilling out over his hand and making a mess of his abdomen. Touya curses under his breath, so close to tipping over the edge.

“Now everyone will know I’m yours,” Katsuki says, and Touya snaps.

He shoves his cock into Katsuki’s guts as he cums, groaning deeply as he unloads inside him. White dances behind his eyes as his lids flutter shut, losing himself momentarily in his bliss.

Katsuki sliding off his softened cock is what finally snaps him back into his body, looking up tiredly as Katsuki curls up at his side, leaning over him to capture his lips. Touya sighs into it, slowly leaning up over the blonde, never parting from their lip lock as he steadily maneuvers them until he’s looming over Katsuki, his hands running through his hair gently.

“I love you more than anything,” Touya mumbles against his lips, pulling back to look down at him, smiling softly when he sees the man’s eyes prick with tears. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

“Nap with me, I slept like shit last night,” Katsuki grumbles.

 Touya chuckles, but nods. “Let me clean you up first.”

It takes a little while for him to find the bathroom, but he wets a washcloth with warm water and goes back into the bedroom, where he sees Katsuki tiredly pulling clean sheets onto the bed. He huffs a small laugh as he walks over, pulling Katsuki to turn him around and wiping him off, dragging the cloth down his front, along his cock, and down to the cum trickling out his hole.

“We can take a fuckin’ shower later,” Katsuki grumbles, smacking his hand and making him drop the washcloth.

“Yeah,” Touya says, pushing the blonde onto the bed and climbing in next to him, grabbing the folded clean blanket waiting on the nightstand and flapping it open before laying it over them both. He wraps his arms around the blonde’s middle, holding him close and nuzzling against his jaw. “We can take one together. Save water, y’know.”

—

Touya blinks his eyes open, his gaze immediately landing on Katsuki’s sleeping face and for a moment, his body goes rigid in horror. He slowly looks around, relaxing when he sees the unfamiliar room. He sighs as he leans in to press a soft kiss to Katsuki’s cheek and then slides out of bed.

He looks around for his phone for a moment, and then realizes it must be at the hospital along with his clothes. He goes to the closet attached to the room and grabs a pair of boxers, pulling them on over his ass.

He scans the room for Katsuki’s phone, but doesn’t see it, so he walks out down the hall in search of the device. He barely avoids stepping on the broken remnants of a vase, and is momentarily distracted as he opens various closets in search of cleaning supplies.

He grimaces, his nose scrunched up as he cleans the mess he made, making a mental note to replace it as soon as possible. But, as he’s dumping the chunks into the garbage, he finds Katsuki’s phone on the counter. He tries to unlock it, but it asks for biometrics, so he goes back to the bedroom and grabs Katsuki’s hand, carefully tapping the sleeping man’s middle finger to the fingerprint icon.

When it unlocks, he leaves the room again, ignoring the 200 notifications from various sources and going to his contacts to call Denki. The man answers on the second ring, sounding fairly confused by the call as he gives a standard, “Hello?”

“Hey, can you pick up some cinnamon soufflé pancakes and spiced maple syrup and bring it here?” Touya asks, skipping formalities all together.

“Oh, sure!” Denki says. “I’ll be there in like, half an hour-ish?”

“Thanks,” Touya says, and then hangs up and walks back to the bedroom.

He lifts the blanket, crawling under it and planting himself between Katsuki’s legs. He leans in to press a kiss to the blonde’s limp cock, and then parts his lips, mouthing over his shaft. The man twitches under him as his dick begins to swell and Touya switches to small licks, flicking his tongue along his frenulum.

Katsuki lets out a small gasp and Touya brings a hand up to gently knead the man’s balls. He opens his mouth wide, drool pooled in his cheeks, and he slowly sinks down his length, slobber dripping past his lips, trickling down to the curly blonde hairs at the base.

A soft moan passes Katsuki’s lips, and he shifts a little, sleepily rolling his hips up, seeking out the wet heat of Touya’s mouth. The older man is happy to oblige the unconscious request, relaxing his throat and feeling grateful for his lack of a gag reflex. He focuses on breathing through his nose when he rises back up, and then sinks back down, hollowing his cheeks and sucking as he swallows around the length.

“Fuck,” Katsuki gasps, his lids fluttering, feeling sleepy, but focusing on the heat surrounding his cock.

When a finger slides into his hole, he clenches down instinctually, surprised by the intrusion, but it doesn’t stop moving until it presses against his prostate. He gasps, bucking up, slamming his cock deeper into the wet warmth and his eyes fly open. He leans up on his elbows, his pupils blowing wide as he takes in the sight of Touya’s lips stretched around his length, eyes lidded as he meets Katsuki’s gaze.

Whatever he sees on the blonde’s face has him moaning, and Katsuki chokes, barely holding himself up with one arm as he brings his other hand up to rest on the man’s hair. He groans as Touya sucks harder, picking up the pace with both his mouth and hand, his other hand toying with his balls.

Katsuki can feel his edge rapidly approaching and he gasps, tugging at Touya’s hair. “I’m gonna—fuck.”

Touya’s eyes nearly roll back when, instead of pulling him off, Katsuki shoves his head down, forcing him to hold his cock deep in his throat as he cums. The thick, bitter release spills down Touya’s throat, which he greedily swallows, continuing to push at the man’s prostate as he gently rubs the tightened balls in his other hand, drawing out the blonde’s pleasure.

When Katsuki whines, Touya finally relents, pulling off his cock. He licks his lips and then leans in to lap around the blonde’s softening member, cleaning him up with steady kitten licks until a knock sounds on the front door.

“What the fuck?” Katsuki says, confused.

Touya pulls away from his dick and leans up to peck him on the lips. “Stay here.”

Katsuki just blinks, watching as the white-haired man scrambles out of the room, not bothered by the fact that his own erection is prominent in the borrowed boxers. Katsuki shakes his head and looks down at himself, his lips twitching when he sees the red handprints on his sides. They throb, and he knows he’s going to need to use burn cream on them for a while, but he lovingly traces his fingers over the one on his left hip.

The front door slams shut and Touya hurries back into the bedroom, holding two bags. One is clear and full of Touya’s hero costume elements, the side labeled ‘Patient Personal Items,’ with his name scrawled across the front. The other is a thick brown paper bag, and the smell wafting from it has Katsuki groaning.

“Breakfast for lunch, I got your favorite,” Touya says as he walks over to the bed, plopping down.

“Fucking hell,” Katsuki says as he opens the bag.

He pulls out the to-go container and pops it open, taking an appreciative inhale. Touya hands him the included fork and little container of syrup. He smiles as Katsuki eats, the blonde narrowing his eyes even as he blushes.

“Fuck, I missed you so much,” Touya murmurs, and Katsuki’s cheeks turn beet red, his flush trailing up to his ears and down to his chest. “I’ll go get a bath started.”

Katsuki just grunts around his mouthful and Touya leans in to kiss his cheek before going to the bathroom. His nerves are bubbling back up, and he chews at his lower lip as he turns the hot water on, cranking it up to the highest heat, knowing that both he and the blonde enjoy near-boiling temperatures for their baths.

He carefully lines up the soaps and then goes to the shelf, pulling down two towels and wash cloths, fidgeting with it all. He nearly jumps when hands are suddenly at his hips, pushing down the boxers. Katsuki chuckles, and Touya squirms out of the small bit of clothing, letting the blonde bully him into the tub, waiting until he sits so that he can straddle the older man’s lap.

Katsuki leans against Touya, just soaking in the warmth of the hot water and the comfort of Touya’s chest under his cheek. Touya wraps his arms around him, holding him tightly, tilting his head to brush his lips along the man’s forehead.

“I don’t want to leave,” Touya says quietly.

“Hah?” Katsuki says, leaning back enough to meet his gaze.

“I don’t want to go back to that stupid apartment,” Touya clarifies. “It’s where we hid, and I don’t want to hide anymore.”

“Idiot,” Katsuki says, slumping back against him. “I bought this house a few months ago.”

Touya blinks once. “What?”

“I’ve been fixing it up,” Katsuki says, sighing against his neck. “I was gonna surprise you with it when you were ready to…”

“Oh,” Touya says, his chest tightening up with his guilt.

“S’ our house, Touy,” Katsuki says, kissing his neck.

“I told my family that I love you,” Touya says, swallowing thickly. “And uh, I’m pretty sure everyone knows now, because I definitely saw cameras on my way over… and your phone has about two hundred notifications.”

“Huh,” Katsuki says, leaning forward, grabbing one of the washcloths. “Well, now I’m fucking curious.”

He squirts some soap onto it and wipes down his body, and Touya leans over him to grab the other, scrubbing himself down. Their movements are quicker now, curiosity pushing them to move faster so they can see what the fuck has been going on in the outside world since Touya woke up six hours ago.

Katsuki pulls the drain plug and stands up, grabbing his towel. Touya reaches around the blonde to grab his own, accidentally grabbing Katsuki’s pec on the first try. Somehow, Katsuki doesn’t seem to believe that his fingers give the nipple a pinch and a tweak all on their own.

“I swear, it’s part of the Quirk,” Touya says as they make their way into the bedroom, towels around their hips.

“Oh my Gods,” Katsuki says, snickering as he opens his closet. “You’re an idiot.”

“After-effects, Doll,” Touya says, sighing as he steps up behind the blonde. “Ah—oh no, I can feel another coming on.”

He slaps Katsuki’s ass, and the blonde snorts as he pulls down two pairs of boxers. Touya cackles as he pulls the pair gifted to him on, waiting for the blonde to tug his own on. He grabs Katsuki’s waist, holding him tightly from behind, letting the blonde lead the way out of the room, not at all bothered by having to lean awkwardly to let the man walk.

They stop by the kitchen so Katsuki can swipe his phone from the counter, and then they veer into the living room. Touya turns them both around and falls back on the couch, pulling the blonde onto his lap. Katsuki huffs, but wiggles to get comfortable and Touya sighs, nuzzling into his neck, content to read over his shoulder.

“What the fuck,” Katsuki mumbles as he unlocks his phone.

He has 43 new message groups waiting for him, over a hundred emails, and 13 missed calls from his mother. He grimaces at the last one, and swipes through his emails first, frowning when he sees that they’re almost entirely from news sources asking for interviews.

Katsuki clicks his tongue as he exits out, going to his messages next. The most recent one is the Baku-Squad chat, which still has new messages rolling in. He skips it for now in favor of opening an image attachment from Denki, which turns out to be a glorious picture of Touya’s bare ass hanging out of his hospital gown.

“Makes me regret not getting my ass tattooed,” Touya mumbles.

“Shut up,” Katsuki says, downloading the picture and immediately setting it as his new background, which has Touya snickering against his shoulder.

Finally, he goes to the text conversation with his mother.

Hag: I’m glad you boys figured your shit out It was painful watching you two act like you weren’t fucking head-over-heels for each other My tsundere son deserves someone fucking sappy enough to declare his love while he’s 1 step away from public nudity

“For fucks’ sake,” Katsuki says, shaking his head as Touya laughs some more, kissing his bare shoulder. “I knew she didn’t fucking buy my lies.”

He opens his messages from Shouto next.

Half-n-Half: I suppose having another brother wouldn’t be so bad. But you’re going to have to take over patrols with him for a while as I already submitted my complaint against him. They last for 30 days. OMG!!!11! BABEZ! I AM SO PROUD OF YOU BOTH!!! SPECIALLY TOUYA, SO GLAD HE PULLED HIS HEAD OUTTA HIS ASS!!! even if it is a nice ass ANYWAY!! CAn”T WAIT TO BE IN-LAWS!!!! ♥

“Something tells me Shouto didn’t type those out,” Touya says, and Katsuki snorts.

“Fuckin’ Sherlock Holmes, aren’t ya?” Katsuki says, shaking his head lightly.

“It’s part of my training to decipher coded messages,” Touya says, doing his best to keep his voice serious, but a grin pulls at his lips when Katsuki barks out a laugh.

Touya’s phone starts to ring from where he left it in the hospital item bag. It’s the special ringtone marking it as a call from Enji’s work phone, and Katsuki curses as he moves to the side so Touya can sprint for it. He really hopes he’s not being called in for a mission right now, because he just wants to spend the rest of his day curled up with Katsuki. Maybe fuck him a couple more times.

“Hello?” He says, slapping his phone to his ear.

“Touya,” Enji’s voice rumbles out. “Sorry for calling you from this line, but we have a lot to discuss.”

There’s some rustling, and then Rei’s soft voice takes over. “Oh, you must bring Katsuki over for dinner tonight!”

“Um,” Touya says, turning to walk back into the living room. Katsuki looks at him, brows raised in a silent question. “You, uh, want me and Katsuki to go over for dinner tonight?”

Katsuki’s eyes blow wide, and Touya just silently nods as his mother goes on about how she’s already started making the food, all his favorites, and she’s inviting his brothers and sister over as well, so it’s going to be a special family night.

“Okay,” Touya chokes out.

—

Touya is fairly certain he’s going to faint as he makes his way up to his childhood home. He knows he made the right decision, but he’s still riddled with anxiety as his boyfriend—yes, still his boyfriend, they had confirmed it on the car ride over—leads him to the front stoop.

“You want me to knock?” Katsuki offers, squeezing their joined hands.

Touya shakes his head quickly, sucks in a sharp breath, raises his fist, and barely taps it against the wood. It’s such a light sound, he’s positive that no one heard it.

Until the door is nearly ripped off its hinges, giving the two a fraction of a second to see Enji’s face before his massive arms wrap around them both and tug them against his broad chest in a bear hug that is downright terrifying with no context.

“I am so proud of you, Touya,” Enji says, chest rumbling with his words, and Touya sucks in a sharp breath. “I’ve always been proud of you, and I’m sorry that I failed to tell you that.”

He pulls back, keeping a hand on either of their shoulders as he looks down at them, his eyes sliding to Katsuki. “And I’m sorry that you were also hurt by my negligence.”

Enji lets out a long sigh and bows his head to them, lowering his voice. “And I’m in trouble with Rei now.”

Natsuo scoffs from behind his father, shouldering the larger man to the side so he can glare at his older brother. “Hana is pissed that my proposal wasn’t even that romantic.”

“I told Shou to step up his game!” Camie says from inside the house.

Fuyumi’s giggling sounds, light and airy. “I told Tensei the same thing.”

—

Touya leans across the round table, reaching past the single red rose in the vase at the center so he can clasp Katsuki’s hand. The restaurant they’re in is peaceful, with a live pianist playing classical tunes. The two men have full stomachs and satiated smiles on their faces, having already finished their meals.

“I am so fucking lucky,” Touya says, his eyes soft as he looks between Katsuki’s scarlet orbs. “I have the most gorgeous, intelligent, badass boyfriend.”

“Shut up,” Katsuki says, his cheeks pinkening lightly.

“No, it’s your birthday and it is my job to shower you with affection all day,” Touya says firmly.

Katsuki rolls his eyes, but his lips twitch as he tries to contain a soft smile. “Sap.”

“Your strawberry shortcake,” their waiter says as he comes to a stop beside the table, holding a covered tray.

Touya gives Katsuki’s hand a squeeze before letting go, giving the man room to place the dish down. Touya’s eyes are locked on Katsuki’s face as the lid is lifted up, revealing a large, delectable slice of strawberry shortcake drizzled with chocolate and some strawberries cut into hearts lining the dish.

At the top of the cake, placed neatly atop the freshly swirled whipped cream, is a solid gold ring.

Katsuki sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes going wide as he turns his gaze to Touya. The white-haired man stands up, taking the quick step to round the table, and kneels beside the blonde’s seat. Getting their cue, several more waiters suddenly walk over, producing full bouquets of red roses, and Fur Elise suddenly stops as the pianist begins to play Tchaikovsky’s Love Theme instead.

“I love you more than the moon and the stars, Katsuki. I could go the rest of my life without sunlight as long as you’re at my side, because you burn brighter than any star could ever hope to. I would be honored to have the chance to spend the rest of our lives together so I can tell you every day how much I love you.”

Katsuki’s eyes are wet, and Touya smiles softly at him as he takes the ring from the cake, using a napkin to wipe it clean. He grasps Katsuki’s left hand and holds the ring in front of his ring finger, pausing as he looks back up at the man.

“Bakugou Katsuki, will you marry me?”

Katsuki sniffles heavily, but he nods quickly. “Of fucking course I will, idiot.”

Touya grins, pushing the ring in place, though Katsuki barely gives him the chance before he grasps his face, harshly tugging the white-haired man into a kiss. The resounding applause around the restaurant is nothing but muffled background noise as the two lose themselves in one another.

[tigerkelly1175]

Artwork inspired by fanfics

Some art I drew while bored, some are inspired by fanfics

[cecil-is-an-eldrich-deity]

This feels like the base of something @satancopilotsmytardis would write

shigadabihawks au i dreamed of where Dabi and Hawks after months of endless sexual tension and lots of goading, the two are finally about to do the horizontal tango. The only problem is that they both come to the awkward realization after a few minutes of making out. They are both, without a doubt, bottoms. Ofc ofc they still try to make it work and everything but none of them really enjoys it and they went to bed fuming with anger (and a very disappointed hard on).

Enter Shigaraki. The two idiots are sulking at breakfast when the villain leader comes in after probably another sleepless night, wearing nothing but a tank top. Post plf Shiggy that suddenly got all buff with a stare that could kill, an even sharper tongue that only needs to utter a word for all the plf members to get in line. Stark white hair artfully disheveled, with veiny hands reaching up to ruffle said mop of hair, leading to his top riding up. If anyone saw how Hawks eyes immediately pinned on the small sliver of skin while Dabi chokes on his sausage, no one would know. Dabihawks only needed a second of eye contact to cement their decision.

They'll get their pretty leader into bed if it's the last thing they do or either die of blue balls. There's no other way for the both of them.

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

The real question: in the manga, we've seen Tomura with presumed alcohol beverages, but not Dabi?

That idea alone is so funny to me. The amount of fanfics writing Tomura as a poor clueless virgin and Dabi as the all-experienced bad boy.... but like, Tomura had a worse criminal record and was shown more around drinks than Dabi. They are even combos that prove that Tomura's education about heroes is on par with Dabi's.

I think almost every rival has tried to prove that Tomura is stupid because he was homeschooled and isolated from the world, but he showed to be smarter than they gave him credit for and he'd also know more than they expected him to know.

This doesn't mean Dabi is dumber than Tomura.

They're both so complex.

I like that Dabi is so sensitive, such a dork. He's mysterious, that's true, but also very open to the LOV right from the beginning. I wonder if he tries to avoid drinking or smoking given his health and the fact he wanted to survive until he could kill his dad. Or maybe it's the pro-hero doctrine that Enji subjected him to as a child: take care of your body or whatever, almost like in sports.

Now, it's evident that AFO educated Tomura. He seems to know a lot about the history of quirks, villains and heroes. He's not a stranger to the "bad ways" or whatever. He couldn't care less about killing a child, he's shown drinking at the bar as he hates on Deku's pic, he's the typical villain with all the rotten teeth and bad hygiene and bad habits eating him away. That shows AFO's negligence. Tomura would eat whatever, dream wherever, 'til his body breaks.

Sorry, random rant fnfbfnfnnfbf