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[imagination-mess]

Reality Show: Pro Heroes Wives (Todoroki Touya Edition)

Todoroki Touya, his Pro hero's name is Hellfire.

Reference to Aizawa Shota Wife.

There is a reality show where pro heroes' wives are on television and paid to be there. It is filled with juicy gossip and pure drama. There are few wives in this second season who were kept out of the spotlight which adds mystery and theories to be created about who they were married to. 

The same winners who were in the group that couldn’t be identified are back this season as a surprise challenge.  Unlike last season, it wasn’t told in the very  beginning of this reason already revealed which Pro Heroes Wives will be featured

There are only a few left remaining without being matched which includes some of the well-known and underground pro heroes. Half of the cast already knew each other because their spouses have interacted on more than one occasion and are disqualified from participating in the weekend challenge of the show for those spouses. The others who did not know had to identify them, but the others did not spill any things that would clue who their spouse was. 

The only three people you know who are married are Aizawa, Shinsou, and by default Shouto’s wives. Aizawa and Shinsou's wives have gotten to know you very well and have hung out after this first season show. You were one of the three winners from last season. It was the funniest thing to see people mistake their husbands over and over again. 

It was also funny to hear the theories that other house members have for you because everyone is trying to figure out the other spouse in case of the elimination round. If you are able to guess correctly, whoever is on the hot seat, can stay while the other gets sent home. 

The Pro Hero Hellfire is unpredictable as far as the public goes. There is a mixture of hate and love toward the hero after an incident years ago. He had to go all out in a life-and-death situation. He had to do what had to do in order to come on top at any cost. He did lose his former hero rank, but remained within the top 10. 

Outside of the public eye, he is the private sponsor of those stores he destroyed with his flames back from the incident. He knew insurance would not be able to cover everything those people have lost. He may be an asshole, but he wasn’t heartless. 

What made you trend with Shinsou's wife was dressing up similarly to what your husband would do when he is out in public, another event of giving each other hints. It was the fact that Shinsou and Todoroki share similar tastes in dark aesthetics including the chains on the jeans. They both share the same placement of their tattoos whereas you used fake tattoos in the same placement. 

It was pure chaos and an argument being made by fans through all platforms. The arguments about who is married to whom.

The Mindjack and Hellfire fans are going at each other. 

Earjackfan#01 tweets: It has to be between Mindjack and Hellfire. *attaches pictures of the two pro heroes when they are outside of their hero suits.*

HellfireLeftScar tweets: This is evidence of [Name] being married to Pro Hero Hellfire *attaches pictures of the paparazzi and other pictures to support their claim*

MindjackSpeaker tweets: It is clearly Mindjack married to [Name]! *attach pictures of the two of you multiple times.*

MindSpeak tweets: All of you guys are idiots. Mindjack and Hellfire are friends. *Attached is a picture of Touya and Hitoshi going to a metal concert in disguise and another was taking pictures together at the recent Hero gala.*

HellfireScar tweets: That is not the same cat! All of you are f***king blind! *attaches Shinsou’s cat and yours* This is the identical cat *attaches todoroki's cat and yours* 

The social media you own has very little personal information about the expectation of your career and pictures of your cat along with beautiful scenery. The official account of Hellfire was filled with clues about who his spouse was. The picture always has his spouse cut out of the picture at your request. There were more pictures of the two of you have taken pictures that seem like “friendly pictures” where he has his arm around you with others. 

The picture that is really circling around was a year-old picture that Touya did not even know existed. It was a picture of a party where in the background Touya is kissing you and the light exactly hit on the outfits. It was blurry, but somehow people are trying to make connections between the outfits the two of you were wearing at that event in particular. It was in your favor that it was a mask theme. 

Touya changes his profile account to his cat poking fun at the cat theory. He also posted a picture of the two cats because he was taking care of Shinsou's cat while he was away on a mission. They look identical, but they were small details on their fur you could tell who was who.

Pro Hero Deku Edition

Pro Hero Dynamight Edition

Pro Hero Shoto Edition

Pro Hero Red Riot Edition

Pro Hero Eraserhead Edition

Pro Hero Mindjack Edition

Reality Show: Unmasked Pro Heroes

I can do a different version of having his relationship publicized, enough people wish to see it.

[imaginationmess]

In Different Life (Adopted)

What if Todoroki Touya never died at Sekoto Peak, but was adopted instead?

There was a couple who were hiking on Sekoto Peak and saw the fire burning. They were the ones who made it on time before he was engulfed by his own flames.  Touya’s flames from his body were immediately canceled by the husband who jumped into the lake with him in his arms to cool his body temperature, before being sucked into the void where they landed in front of the hospital. The quick thinking of the two saved him from burning himself alive as well as avoiding getting drastic injuries.

However, it came with the cost of losing his memories such as where he lived. He was terrified out of his mind.

The couple only suffered first-degree burns due to leaving the area as quickly as they did. Sekoto Peak was engulfed by the boys’ flames. It was burned down to the ground. There was a backpack found in the wasteland of Sekoto peak, which belonged to the oldest Todoroki.  It was declared he has died because no one was capable to survive those temperatures unless with quirk. Touya didn’t have a body that was fire-resistant.

 Meanwhile, Touya was recovering from his minor injuries at the hospital. The hospital didn’t find any missing children in their records that matched his description. It was when the same one who have saved him, stepped in to take care of him in the meantime they locate his family.

Touya eventually remembered his first name during a trip to the bookstore and was looking at books filled with baby names. The couple provided him with therapy and let him step out of his shell on his own. They showed a lot of patience with him.

Over time, Touya eventually started to love being with them. They spoiled him with endearment while providing any sort of help if he asked. The husband provides him with some training sessions whenever Touya asked for them. The wife created him support equipment to keep him from burning himself, but also cooling his body. He was overjoyed when he was asked to officially be a part of the family since it’s been a year with no kind of trace of his family.

When it was time for him to submit his application for high school, He doesn’t why his body was filled with anxiety because he already knew his adopted parents were supportive of him. They were supportive of his dream of becoming a hero, as long he knew his limits and using the appropriate tools as well.

Both of them recommended him to his top choice, which was U.A due to their positions. His adopted mother was one of the top hero support inventors, while his adopted dad worked directly with pro heroes.

He loves his life and his parents. He wouldn’t change it for the world for it to get flipped upside down. After the Sports Festival and landing in 2nd place. The Number Two Pro hero, Endeavor, which he never got good vibes from was at his doorstep with appropriate paperwork that forced him to get his blood taken for a DNA test.

He freaked out and refused right in front of the Pro Hero. His gut twisted, filled with anxiety and dread. He doesn’t know why, but deep down. He already knew the answer.

His world got crumbled into millions of pieces when the DNA test came out positive. His adoptive parents had to get lawyers because Endeavor wanted to bring them into court to regain his custody of him.

Whenever he saw Endeavor on school grounds, he purposely hid himself and his friends purposely covering him. Even Endeavor did a deep investigation into his life who were his close friends. Touya was uneasy about even being creeped out along with his friends, including his girlfriend [Y/N].

Part Two

[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.”

[thehouseofurmotha]

Shouto Tododoki who rlly like to spend money on you head cannons! Rlly short but I hope you like them!

• This man LOVES to spoil you. Seeing your face light up when he buys you something you've wanted is like the strongest drug to him.

• He's ready to drop thousands a day on whatever you want. Food? Ordered. A shopping trip? Put your shoes on and let's go. A spa day? He's reserving a 12 hour session for you at the best Spa Japan has to offer.

• He can struggle accepting physical touches, as well as struggle to express what he wants in words. So what he can't express that way he certainly can with his dad's credit card.

• Will drop a dress off that he saw you eyeing at the mall the other day, and bring you on the best date you've ever been on.

• it's very obvious that his main form of love is gift giving. Even though he spends a lot of money on you, he also likes to give you things he made, or found that remind him of you. And you accept them with the same grateful smile that you do anytime he gets you something's.

• so basically this man just wants you to be happy, and if buying you whatever you want can help do that, he's all for it.

I hope you enjoyed! requests are open for one shots and head cannons! Happy reading <3

[brningcigs]

sorry for not posting a whole lot 😔 i’m trying guys trust me - lmk if you guys want more of these ! i can do other fandoms as well :33

sending the mha boy’s embarrassing photos of them

// dabi / bakugou / hawks

[majoryeager104]

Meet-Cute

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pro Hero! Touya X Gn!Reader

Summary: Pro hero Touya Todoroki finds a new favorite cafe

a/n: I tooootally didn’t write this bc I’m planning of opening a cafe or anything ✌️🫠

Warnings: Language, that’s about it hehe

It was a long morning for Touya- his work wasn’t gonna do itself, and add that to the fact that his dad was constantly on his ass for the most random things imaginable, as if looking for excuses to berate Touya just to feel better about his own problems. It was exhausting, so Touya, pro hero name Regulus, would just avoid him at all costs.

Even if that meant hiding in the cute little cafe that had just opened down the street from the break in he had just resolved. He looked around as he walked in, the bell on the door cheerily announcing his entrance as the warm smells of coffee embraced his senses- it was nice, comforting. It kind of reminded him of all the times he’d visit mom in the ward, how they’d sit and drink coffee during visiting times. “welcome in!” Said your cheery voice from the counter. He glanced over, seeing you, clearly too busy to recognize him, or even glance over. He supposed that was better, it meant Endeavor was less likely to find him and criticize him for the next hour. He walked up to the counter- wouldn’t hurt to buy something, it’d probably be rude to just walk in and out again without doing so. You turned around to face him as he approached the counter, moving your hair out of your eyes. “Sorry for the wait what can I get for ya?” Touya stared for a moment, because holy shit were you gorgeous. Hair falling over your eyes, messy, but pretty, your soft gaze reflecting your positive mood, and that smile- he snapped back to reality “uh yeah can I get a-“ he glanced back up at the menu- act normal. His blue eyes frantically scanned the menu “uhh just a latte. Plain. Whatever.” He said, his eyes darting back to yours over and over again because wow. You giggled, nodding as you wrote down his order, and gave him the total. He was totally flustered now, looking back at you with an awkward grin as he regained some semblance of composure.

“So this place just opened right?” He said casually, the blush on his face totally negating his attempts to act causal. You nodded simply as he handed you cash for the order. “Since last week” you chirped, beginning his order. “Nice..” he glanced around. The place certainly seemed new, but it was bustling with people- he hadn’t noticed before just how many were looking at him. Of course. He grinned- being the number two hero was definitely gonna go to his head someday.

“what’s the name for the order?” Your voice caught his attention once more and his eyes flicked back to yours, and he paused. “Uh, Touya.” He said simply, pouting a bit. Did you really not know who he was? He watched as you nodded and continued his order. “I’ll let you know when it’s done, Touya” you said casually, going about your routine. This made him pout even further. Really? He watched as you made his coffee, your patient smile catching his eye. You really enjoyed doing this, huh? “Touya!” Your voice sounded out once more, almost startling him as you slid his coffee over the counter towards him. He’d been so transfixed watching you he hadn’t even noticed you were done. He especially hadn’t noticed that Endeavor was walking around outside, clearly looking for him.

Touya grinned at you, taking the small ceramic cup, his hand brushing yours. “Thanks…y/n” his eyes darted to your name tag. Pretty name. Your eyes widened slightly and you giggled- score 1 for Touya. “Of course, Touya. Come back anytime!” You said cheerily, grinning back at him. “Trust me, I will” he winked- your little wide eyed look clearly worked wonders on his confidence because now he was back to his suave self. You giggled again, and he couldn’t help but laugh too, just because your laugh was so damn contagious for him.

He sat down, his eyes lingering on you as he took a sip of the coffee, his gaze darting back out the window. he definitely did a double take when he finally spotted Endeavor, the fuzzy feelings totally replaced with exasperation and man was he glad that he didn’t get a takeout cup. he laughed once more, turning away to watch you work as his dad searched outside. He’d found the perfect hiding spot.

(Part 2?)

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[jupitereleven]

MHA EP. 4 SEASON 7

[dark-cherrypie]

Three Idiots (Dabi, Hawks and Endeavor)

Summary: It's tough competition to receive an internship offer from Endeavor's agency. Endeavor somehow ended up getting three idiotic interns, one of them happens to be his son, the daughter of his rival, and a fucking chicken. TLDR, I need more Pro-Hero Dabi AUs because what the fuck Horikoshi

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In Endeavor's Main Office, an unusual sight unfolded-- one you wouldn’t expect in a place as rigid and disciplined as Endeavor’s Agency. Seated seiza-style on the floor in front of the imposing central desk were three interns: Hawks, Dabi, and [Name]. Each wore a different expression-- Hawks appeared uneasy, Dabi wore a smug grin, and [Name] stared blankly into the distance, lost in thought. The tension in the room was palpable.

Endeavor, the Flame Hero, loomed over them, his fiery glare fixed on the trio.

“Let’s address your recent failures,” Endeavor growled, his voice a low rumble that demanded attention. “Hawks-- engaging in unauthorized fraternizing with admirers? You jeopardized the mission for your own amusement.”

Hawks shifted, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced by visible discomfort.

“Dabi,” Endeavor continued, his glare narrowing. “Your refusal to cooperate with your teammates has crippled team cohesion and effectiveness. And the property damage-- completely avoidable if you had let [Name] contain your flames.”

Dabi met Endeavor’s fiery stare with unbothered defiance, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“And you, [Name],” Endeavor said sharply, flames flickering more intensely around him. His disappointment was evident. “For someone raised by All Might-- even if adopted-- I expected at least a shred of his work ethic. Your lack of situational awareness is disgraceful. You should be capable of managing yourself without relying on others.”

[Name] remained unmoved, their calm demeanor only stoking Endeavor’s irritation further.

The flames around him flared hotter. “Do any of you understand the consequences of your actions? This isn’t a playground! Lives are at stake, and your incompetence is unacceptable!”

The three interns sat in silence, the weight of Endeavor’s words pressing down on them.

“Well?!” Endeavor’s voice barked, breaking the silence that had stretched on too long. “Do you three have anything to say for yourselves?”

Hawks shifted his gaze between Dabi and [Name], hesitating before slowly raising his hand as if to ask a question. Endeavor fought the urge to roll his eyes. “What is it, Hawks?”

“If anyone should be blamed here,” Hawks said slowly, “it’s Dabi.” Dabi shot him a sharp side-eye. Hawks, usually the type to stay out of drama, couldn’t keep quiet any longer, especially with Endeavor’s wrath focused on him. “I was just asking the civilians for directions because Dabi kept running off without us. One thing led to another, and they wanted photos with me. I couldn’t exactly say no.”

“Aw, boo-hoo,” Dabi cut in, a mocking smirk tugging at his lips. “Poor Mr. Birdbrain, upset because the ladies couldn’t keep their hands off him.” Hawks glared at him, but before he could retort, Dabi interrupted again. “Besides, the property damage wasn’t that bad.”

Endeavor’s gaze hardened at Dabi’s dismissal.

“It was Airhead’s fault for not being able to keep up with me in the first place,” Dabi added casually, throwing [Name] under the bus.

Endeavor’s flames flared to life, licking the edges of his desk as his anger reached a boiling point. “Enough!” he bellowed, his voice shaking the room. “If you refuse to follow orders and work as a team, you have no place here.”

Dabi’s smirk faltered just a bit, but he quickly masked it with an exaggerated eye roll, muttering under his breath, “Whatever.”

Endeavor’s gaze shifted, now focusing intently on [Name]. “And you,” he growled, his tone darkening, “if you think daydreaming is acceptable in my office, you’re mistaken.”

[Name] blinked slowly, turning to look at him, seemingly unphased. “Huh?”

Endeavor’s flames sputtered, caught off guard by their utter lack of concern. “Did you even hear a word I just said?”

“Something about situational awareness,” [Name] replied nonchalantly, scratching their head. “Look, I wasn’t relying on anyone. Dabi’s flames are... a lot. I’m working on it.”

“WORKING ON IT?!”

Without warning, Endeavor grabbed Hawks by the face with his left hand and [Name] with his right, then, in one swift motion, slammed their faces directly into Dabi’s skull.

The sound of impact echoed through the room, followed by a cacophony of pained yowls. Hawks crumpled to the side, clutching his head with one hand while his wings flapped wildly in an attempt to stabilize himself, his feathers zooming out of control. “Ow, ow, ow!” he howled, his feathers ruffling in panic.

Dabi’s body folded like a wet noodle as he staggered back, gripping his skull as if it were going to explode. “WHAT THE HELL, DAD?!” he groaned, knees buckling.

Meanwhile, [Name] was flailing in the air, crying out in exaggerated distress. “This is abuse!” they shouted between kicks, their legs spinning like a windmill. “I’m seriously going to have a concussion!”

Endeavor stood over the three interns, watching the chaos unfold with a cold, unwavering gaze. The room was filled with the sounds of groaning, wing flapping, and the occasional squawk of protest. The intensity of his earlier anger still lingered in the air like the remnants of a firestorm, but the flames around his body had simmered down to a mere flicker.

He crossed his arms, watching them writhe on the floor with a mix of annoyance and what could almost be interpreted as... disappointment?

“Alright, enough.” His voice was still low but controlled, like the calm before the storm. “You’re all fine. Stop acting like you’re going to die.”

Dabi, still clutching his head, groaned and slowly sat up. “Fine? I feel like my brain’s about to melt.” He glared at Endeavor, his tone half sarcastic, half pained. “You can’t just slam people’s faces together like that! What are you, a villain?”

Endeavor’s fiery gaze narrowed, but his expression softened ever so slightly. “Maybe you’ll think twice before burning everything you see to the ground.” He didn’t give Dabi a chance to argue further before turning to [Name], who was still kicking the air and wailing melodramatically.

“I swear, if you don’t stop flailing-- ”

“I’m going to be permanently concussed!” [Name] wailed, dramatically clutching their head like it might fall off. “This is what happens when you treat us like human bumper cars! How are we supposed to get anything done when you keep slamming us into each other like this?! How are we supposed to work like this?”

Endeavor sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re all impossible.”

Hawks, who had slowly managed to straighten himself up, gave Endeavor a pointed look. “This is what happens when you don’t take a breather before laying down the law, boss. You’ve got a temper, y’know?” He rubbed his head with a slight wince, his usual smug grin returning. “Not that I’m complaining, but someone could use a vacation.”

Endeavor shot him a sharp glare, but it lacked its usual fire. He let out another frustrated sigh, clearly not ready to fully admit that maybe, just maybe, he’d overreacted. But it was hard to stay angry when they were all looking like a group of mangled birds after a bad flight.

“Alright, alright,” Endeavor muttered, turning away as if dismissing them all. “Just... get it together. And next time, pay attention. No more excuses.”

The interns slowly picked themselves off the floor, groaning as they straightened up, rubbing sore spots where their faces had collided. They shot each other tired, half-exasperated looks.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dabi muttered, dragging a hand through his feathers. “You don’t have to tell us twice.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way he handles things,” [Name] muttered under their breath, a pout forming.

Dabi stretched and gave Endeavor a lopsided grin. “Well, that’s one way to get our attention.” He raised an eyebrow, adding with a shrug, “You should try a hug next time, though. Might do wonders for your temper.”

Endeavor’s flames flared up again—just a little, just enough to remind them who was in charge. “Out. All of you. Now.”

They didn't need to be told twice. The three interns hastily made their way to the door, eager to escape the aftermath of their fiery mentor’s wrath. Hawk decided to ease the tension by suggesting they go to a local ramen restaurant. As the door slammed shut behind them, a tense but somewhat relieved silence settled in the office.

Endeavor exhaled deeply, his flames flickering down to a soft glow. "I need a vacation."

[bokunokamijirou]

M. list

general requests: CLOSED

Spotify Drabbles Requests: OPEN

I age up characters, please no hate!

Headcanons

Keigo Takami

Hitoshi Shinsou

Denki Kaminari

Katsuki Bakugou

Tomura Shigaraki

Touya Todoroki

Eijirou Kirishima

[keikiri-kitten]

a/n: rambling about shouto!

Shouto loves to stare at you, touch you and simply be with you. 

He’s sitting right beside you as you’re aimlessly engaging in conversation with his sister on the couch of the Todoroki family home. The sound of his own name oozes from the tip of your tongue and while you typically consider yourself a quick speaker, it runs slowly like molasses. Meeting you was merely an accident. He knows that falling for a victim he saved was against the rules but he couldn’t help but set that constraint ablaze when he made sure you were safe. He’s a hero now. Overstepping boundaries is sort of his thing. Consider it one of the most in touch plans he’s had in a while. Falling in love with you was like a manifestation. It was destined– luckily you happened to follow suit. He wonders how he was blessed with a gentle soul to love and accept him while setting aside the bells and whistles. The young pro shifts a bit in his seat and shoves his hands in between his thighs out of insecurity. You can feel his body leaning in with the heat that radiates off of him. His chin plants on your shoulder while he continues to hear you ramble about whatever he was involved in. His beating heart is pumping faster and his face is burning brighter than his quirk could ever. If he allows himself to get out of his head anytime soon, he would be able to realize that he’s losing his breath. Your back becomes a wall for him to rest; he’s obviously leaning on you for a reason. 

The curve of your body, the twitch in your hands and the tapping of your foot all caught his eye. Shouto knows you can get a bit nervous talking to the older sister. The second mother. There’s a comforting heat that presses right below your ear as he rests his cheek right on the back of your head. Lanky fingers on his left hand slipped from between the fullness of his thighs before they scooped around the plush of your waist. He takes a moment to dig his fingertips in your stomach in hopes to make it feel more real. There’s nothing he wants more than to comfort you like you have done for him. Never in his life would he have expected to be cuddling anyone in front of his family despite the odd looks from his brothers. There’s a doe eyed look from Natsuo and a “fucking sick,” from Touya. Shouto pays them no mind. You’ve become such a safe haven to hide away in, it didn’t matter where you both were. You’re his refuge– a place of solace.

[doumadono]

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST PRO HERO DABI & INTERN!BAKUGO A warm welcome - pro hero!Dabi - headcanons NSFW Sidekick!Reader - pro hero Dabi headcanons (NSFW)

Touya Todoroki's hero name is Dabi, no question.

As a pro hero, he takes being a total shithead to a whole new level, being a jerk with a hero license and flashy gear that screams "I'm better than you."

He's the biggest fuckboy on the planet, and as a pro hero, he takes it to a whole new level. He's bedded countless models, actresses, and even fellow pro heroes, and he's far from finished.

He has a custom-painted motorcycle with blue flames, because anything less wouldn't be cool enough for him.

Piercings and tattoos everywhere; he has his ears, nose, tongue, nipples and dick pierced, and his sleeves are adorned with huge tattoos, so are his back and neck.

He's the ultimate PR nightmare, and his publicists practically live in their offices, working overtime to clean up after his never-ending chaos. Sure, he fights villains and saves lives, but his brand thrives on scandals, keeping his publicists working overtime to handle the fallout.

Despite his scandalous reputation, he's a smooth talker when it comes to the media and public, effortlessly playing the role of the good guy when it suits him.

A certified narcissist, he loves to pull the "do you know who I am?" and "my father will sue you" cards.

When it comes to drinking, he's in a league of his own. This man can and will outdrink anyone, even Endeavor, leaving no doubt about his legendary tolerance.

Dabi's strategic mind and tactical prowess make him a formidable force on the battlefield, earning him the respect of both allies and adversaries.

Pro Hero Dabi is known for his unconventional methods, often bending or breaking the rules to achieve his goals. His willingness to operate in morally gray areas sets him apart from traditional heroes.

Despite his cocky and rebellious attitude, Dabi possesses a keen intellect and a deep understanding of human nature, allowing him to manipulate situations to his advantage.

Despite his outward bravado, Dabi is fiercely loyal to those he considers allies, willing to go to great lengths to protect and support them, even if it means defying conventional hero ethics.

Dabi holds an unbreakable bond with his younger brother, Natsuo, whom he regards as his closest and most trusted friend.

After meeting you, his current girlfriend, Pro Hero Dabi has undergone a significant personal transformation. Your presence in his life has prompted him to adopt a more mature and responsible demeanor. His commitment to you has motivated him to address his tendencies towards excessive drinking and flirting with others, as he strives to be the best partner he can be for you.

Those close to Dabi have noticed a significant change in his behavior, witnessing his earnest efforts to improve himself for the sake of your relationship. His commitment to personal growth and positive change reflects his deep investment in you and your future together.

In his free time, Dabi enjoys playing the electric guitar, and he takes particular delight in performing on his customized Fender Stratocaster.

[thehusbandoden]

A Day Off -Dad! Dabi x Mom!Reader

It's really late but I finished this a little while ago and wanted to post it now.

Fluff | 1,471 words

Dabi's real name used + (spoilers below)

An au where Touya doesn't become Dabi the villain, but instead a loving father to your three kids. (Plus the number one hero)

Touya grinned as he finished breakfast, happy to help you out and give you a well deserved break.

You and Touya have been married for eight and a half years. You two met at UA high, and an epic love story commenced. You two were made for each other, finding one another again again, no matter how many times you thought things were entirely over.

Touya gave you happiness in life, and you gave him sanity. He almost ran from home many times, and even got seven miles out of the city on foot before you found him, panting on your bicycle.

Touya was quite mad at you for going so far alone at night, and you were utterly livid that he just tried to leave you.

Before Touya could scold you, you blew up on him, tears running down your cheeks as you cussed him out, telling him if he ever tried to leave you again you would hunt him down and break his legs.

Even as you threatened him he hugged you, rubbing his hands up and down your back for comfort.

You two called a friend to pick you up, and you went on with your life. A little more in love with each other than before.

And here you two were, twelve years later. Married, with three kids.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Haru squealed, pulling on Touya's "kiss the chef" apron, red pig tails bouncing up and down.

"Yes, Pumpkin?"

"Mommy awake"

"Already? Go show her your picture, try to stall her, mkay?"

"Okays!"

Touya smiled as the four year old ran off to stall her mother, heart melting at her innocence.

Going back to cooking, Touya hoped you would be distracted for at least a few more minutes.

~Your pov:~

Confused, you picked up your phone to check the time.

7:51

Panicking, you bolt up from bed, sprinting towards the door, stubbing your toe on a toy.

Inwardly cursing, you open the door to your shared bedroom, making your way into the hallway.

"Mommy! Wook at my dwawing!" Haru exclaimed, heterochromatic eyes shining as she shoved the paper in your face.

"Oh it's so pretty! Why don't you go show Daddy while Mommy goes to get your brothers ready?"

Haru smiled and ran away with a giggle, making her way to the kitchen.

Sighing, you made your way to your boys' room. Opening the door, you were surprised to see their beds empty.

"Taro, Riku~!" You call, walking towards the kitchen.

"We're in the entrance mom!" Taro calls, bringing you towards his voice.

"I'm sorry I woke up late, let's get ready quickly, and I'll buy you guys breakfast on the way there." You coo, stepping into the entrance of your home.

"But- we're not gonna be late. And we already ate!" Riku replied, popping his (h/c) head out to look at you.

"Hey mama, I already got everything handled, go get some more sleep." Dabi hummed, eyes soft as his head popped out as well, turquoise eyes soft as he smiled at you.

"You... You are amazing." You sigh, smiling up at your husband as he hummed, walking towards you.

"Well if you think I'm that amazing, you could always reward me with a kiss?" Touya smirked, leaning towards your lips teasingly.

Chuckling, you slowly closed the distance.

Right as your lips met your kiss was interrupted by your kids' squeals.

Haru was squealing in joy, always happy to see her parents show affection to one another.

Riku was disgusted, never wanting to see anybody receive any sort of affection besides what he got from both his beloved mommy and daddy.

And Taro- the only one who didn't squeal.

He was beet red.

He dreams of the day when he finds the perfect woman -much like his perfect mama- and has a family of his own.

He loves both of his parents. And strives to be the perfect husband and dad -like his daddy- and find the perfect wife -like his mama-.

You smiled as Riku wailed in despair, shaking Haru as she jumped up and down, Taro only staring at his parents in awe.

"Ri-ri, you'll give your sister a headache, quit that. Ru, you're gonna pass out if you don't calm down, and Ro, for the sake of your ma, you need to breathe." Touya sighed, a smile on his lips as he eyed his gorgeous mismatched children in adoration.

Taro, the seven year old eldest by forty three minutes.

He has crimson red hair resembling Touya's. He got his grandma's eyes, but also a splash of yours. Resulting in gorgeous steel gray eyes with a breathtaking splash of (e/c) around the pupils. His facial structure is most similar to Touya's, but he takes after your personality, attitude, and tendies.

Though it would be hard to tell by someone who's not close to your family due to his shy nature concealing it.

He's known for his respectful, peaceful, and polite nature. The calmer of the twins, and the least likely to cause any sort of problem.

Riku, the younger, rambunctious twin.

Riku has (h/c) hair and turquoise eyes. He looks almost exactly like his mum, and gets his fiery personality from his dad.

He's known as the trouble maker, but he does have his gentle moments.

And the four year old youngest, Haru.

Haru has crimson hair like her daddy and big brother. And, like her uncle Shoto, has two different eye colors. Her left eye is the same gorgeous color of her mama's, and her right eye is the same breathtaking turquoise as her dad's. She looks identical to her dad, and has a fun, very very bright personality.

She's known for her sweetness, creativity, and selflessness.

Touya was snapped out of his thoughts as Haru and Riku pulled at his sleeves, warning him that they'd be late if they didn't hurry.

Laughing he pecked you on the lips before following his darlings out the door, telling you that he'd be right back.

~~

It was half an hour later when Touya walked back in, immediately finding his place on top of you as you laid on the couch.

"Oof- hey baby.. where's Haru?"

"She's at uncle Shoto's house. I thought we could use some alone time."

"Oh? And what are you planning on doing?"

Shifting his way so he could look you in the eyes, he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"Guess."

~~

Twelve minutes later you were laughing in the kitchen as Touya licked the brownie mix off of the side of your mouth, holding your waist to keep you steady.

"To-To-Touya!" You laugh, pushing your beloved back playfully.

"Hmm?" He asks, pulling you in for a chocolate tasting kiss.

"We need to finish these so we can have room for the cleaning, cuddles, and movie date." You breathe against his lips, making him groan.

"But you taste so good!" He wails in despair, falling against the fridge dramatically.

"Help me get these in the oven and I'll reward you with a kiss~." You coo, instantly seizing the pro's attention.

~~

Two batches of brownies and one marathon of cleaning later, you and Touya were cuddled up on the couch, remote and brownies in hand.

"Oooh! Let's watch (f/m)!"

"UGHH~ we are xnotx watching that again!"

"Why not? It's a great movie."

"And we've seen it forty thousand and a bajilion times."

"You are xsox immature To."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am no-"

"This is exactly what I'm talking about!"

"You're doing it too~!"

"Fine! What movie do you want to watch?"

"Princess Bride."

"No way."

"And why not? Princess Buttercup~."

"Because we've seen it seventy thousand, bajilion times~!"

~Bonus~

"I have no idea who you are talking about. You own no child here." Shoto stated, voice as monotone as ever.

"Umm what the fu- fudge! Fudge!" Touya growled, rubbing his side where you just elbowed him.

"Sho we need Haru." You smile, pinching Touya's arm playfully, causing him to yelp.

"Haru is mine now."

"Oh no she is not. Give me back our daughter." Touya growled, stepping close to the menace of a little brother he has.

"You do not have a dau-"

"Shoto dear.. give us our Haru or we will personally burn your favorite cold soba restaurant, all the others and all of the factories producing the ingredients and instant noodles." You smile, eyes holding an evil only a protective parent or lover could produce.

Shoto's face paled as he stepped inside, quickly returning with a sleeping Haru in his arms.

"I- I was kidding.. please don't burn my soba." Shoto pouted, usually monotone voice holding a certain fear.

".. we'll count this as a warning." You drawl, staring Shoto down meaningfully.

Slightly nodding, Shoto quickly closed his door, shivering at the thought of no soba.

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[nightfall-kachiniko]

First part (w alternative ending)

His hands on your cheeks soon slid down to your waist as they pushed you against the wall, kissing you softly.

His lips made its way to your neck as you softly gasped, pushing him back gently to break the kiss.

“kei…here?” You ask.

“You know I like risky positions.” he flirted, too focused on his feelings rather than his concerns.

“Keigo what if someone sees us?” You say worried, “ehh so what?” His hands pull your lower waist more towards his.

“Unlike you I don’t wanna show the whole office my goods,” you say flirting. “do you think we can go somewhere more private..?”

“Yeah I know somewhere..” he kisses your neck making you giggle. “Let’s hope you cancelled that meeting..”

[felidlycanthr0pe]

Beach Day

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Pairing: Touya Todoroki/Reader

Rating: General

Word Count: 1121

Warnings: reader referred to as 'mother'

Summary: Pro Hero Touya Todoroki is in vacation mode.

A/N: Created for @anyfandomfluffbingo / Square(s) Filled: "My parents love you."

Again, this will be cross posted on AO3 shortly just bear with me! Hope y'all like :)

“Touya, be careful!”

Two pairs of wide, icy blue eyes stared back at you from afar. Touya, who seemed not to have heard the second half of your sentence, simply smiled widely and waved at you with his free hand. You know, the one that wasn’t dangling a ten month old over the shoreline.

Asuka babbled in his arm, and Touya adjusted his hold so only her feet were dangling- just barely above the waterline. Her tiny toes curled the instant they touched the wave that lapped at her feet. She cried and leaned back, trying to get away from the icy cold water. 

You stood from the tide chair, kneeling beside Asuka. You smiled at her, dragging a finger through the water. “Poor sweet thing, is daddy torturing you?” With your quirk activated, you drew out her name in glowing letters as the tide slipped away once more. 

“Oh, so mean. Such a mean daddy trying to make it so you’re not scared of the ocean at seventeen,” Touya said in a high pitched voice. “How dare I do such a thing?”

You rolled your eyes. “I swear I saw something in the water.” 

Touya hummed, sitting at the water’s edge with Asuka in his lap. “You keep telling yourself that, Dove. Whatever helps you sleep at night. But I read a book about how early exposure can help dissuade fear of natural elements with positive reinforcement.”

Your gaze slid sideways to where your eldest was currently wading in waist deep water. She was staring down the horizon over her shoulder, foam boogie board under her chest as she prepared for “the right wave.” Touya had explained this as “just enough of a point to have some foam at the top, but not too much.” 

“Seems to be working fine,” you assured him with a hum. “Kaisei’s got that look in her eye like with judo- she’s gonna be pissed on the last day.”

Touya leaned down to press a kiss to the crown of your head. “She’ll be fine. Kids bounce back easy.”

“You know you’re gonna have to listen to the temper tantrum on the drive home as well,” you said with a smirk. 

“Watch this,” he whispered, just barely above the roar of the ocean ahead of you. “Kaisei!”

Kaisei’s head whipped toward you, and she waved over a gap toothed smile. 

“Can you show us what you learned earlier?”

In response, Kaisei pouted, sinking below the surface of the water as she barely held onto the edge of her board. She resurfaced and yelled back. “There’s no stupid waves!”

“Call us when you find one,” you responded. “And move a little closer- you’re getting pulled away!”

A brief moment of panic later, and Kaisei had bounced her way back to your side. She tilted her head and watched the three of you carefully. “Can Asuka boogie board?”

“Let’s wait til she can walk, m’kay?” Touya smiled, “make sure you stay where we can see you.”

Kaisei bounded back into the water- this time directly in front of you- as she called over her shoulder, “okay!” 

“I’m trying to keep her feet out of the sand,” Touya sighed. “But I also wanted to get her into the water. But the sand. But the water, and I-” 

“Okay, okay,” you laughed. You glanced up at him, sitting in the water cross legged. “Give her here.”

Touya pouted. “But I wanna do it.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, fine. Just…sit.” Patting the water beside you, you tilted your head back at him. 

Carefully, he held Asuka out in front of him and slumped to the ground beside you. Asuka whined in his arms as the cold water was suddenly unavoidable, even with her squirming. 

“Now she’s got the feeling of it without having to sit on the sand,” you explained. “Just gotta keep her in your lap.”

Touya seemed much more tense now than before. This was the hero who had faced Muscular with a smile? It was looking less and less likely.

“Feels weird,” he muttered, “like I’m sinking.” 

“Yes, sand will do that, baby,” you smiled. “Shocking.”

“Well, pardon me if we don’t all have parents who have timeshares and can go to a beach whenever we so choose,” Touya snarked, gaze sliding to you for a moment. He stuck his tongue out at you. 

“The whole point of a timeshare is only being able to go certain times, baby,” you replied. “And again- it’s recent.”

“Hmm, a likely story,” he sighed as he crossed an arm over Asuka’s torso. “You know I’m just with you for your money, obviously.”

“Yeah, mhm, keep telling yourself that,” you shot back. “What is it that Shouto called you last time?”

“Oh, god forbid I’m a simp for the mother of my children and love of my life, how dare I?” Touya grinned. “Still don’t really know what he meant by that, frankly.” 

“It’s a mean way of saying that you’d do anything for me,” you explained, “which clearly means you’re in it for the money. If you’re willing to do anything.”

Asuka babbled, patting Touya on the head as she tried to keep her feet underneath her as the waves pushed and pulled you. 

“And how dare I not pay attention to you for two seconds, little lady?” He grinned. “Hmm? Are the in-laws right? I can’t stay focused? Can’t stay put?” 

You rolled your eyes. “You know they’re just grilling you, right? My parents love you. I think if we hadn’t gotten married they might’ve like…adult adopted you or something.”

“Ew, no don’t make me think about that,” Touya laughed. “Though it’s nice to hear they mean well…they’re right. I want…more. Like this, I mean.” He smiled at Kaisei before turning back to Asuka. “More firsts. I missed too many with Kaisei.”

You pressed your lips together, barely holding back a smile. The same soft look Touya was watching Asuka’s babbling rant had been plastered across his face since the moment he took his hero costume off last week.

“Whatever you wanna do, baby,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. “You know I’ll follow you wherever the spotlight takes you.”

Touya hummed, kissing the crown of your head. “Hey Kai! There’s one over there!” He shuffled Asuka to your arms, rocking to his feet and bounding into the water. 

Asuka had taken to stomping on the waves as they rolled up to her ankles and up to your waist. You held her steady, watching over her shoulder as Touya held Kaisei’s board steady as she laid in the water waiting. There were few things you could think of wanting any more than to stay right there. 

[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

☆ ☆ ☆

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.

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

—— TOUYATAKEOVER! ⭐️

[mackenziebrooks]

Touya would keep his ice blue eyes on you at all times when you two are out and about. The moment he sees something he doesn’t like, he wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you close to him. His guard dog protecting boyfriend instincts kicks in. Daring someone or something to harm you.