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princess-of-the-corner · 5 months

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Amnesia!Dabi

Ok, so like, I am going to preemptively apologize for how long this will probably be. I will be skipping around the timeline a bit, so if you see any plot holes, imagine that they happened off screen, or make up your own version of events! Cause I don’t know how likely this is, but it won’t leave my head till I write it down and share it!

(if brevity is the source of wit, then i am seriously short changed)

AHYWHO

(Okay this is a LOT so I’m gonna add my comments in parentasis and italics instead of at the end. Would love to color code it but for some reason I can’t do that rip)

a couple general ideas, so we know where everyone is.

The trial wraps up in Himiko’s favour. The Togas are arrested. Himiko (now a Todoroki) is technically going to U.A.. Really, she’s being tutored through U.A., as she’s still a bit “fragile” to be going into a regular school, and everyone is still a bit concerned about the LoV coming after her (I mean, not really, but any reason they can use is a brick in the wall that keep the HPSC FAR AWAY from Himiko). U.A. is also giving Himiko Quirk Training (something her parents never bothered with), and as Himiko improves, she’s spending a lot of time with Recovery Girl. Partly because using her Quirk, at the moment, can cause dizzy spells, partly because Himiko is seriously thinking about being a doctor at this point, and wants to use her Quirk to help people. RG has agreed to give her some pointers, and Himiko is basically interning with the woman now (calls her “Granny Chiyo”, & thinks she’s amazing). Himiko is also tentatively friends with a few U.A. students now - besides Shoto.

(She’s doing great! Get this girl some friends!! I think most of 1-A would jump immediately to friendship by now (both from Shoto’s talking and Katsuki being like ‘yeah she’s chill’ and seeing her parents) even if she’s just like ?????. Ya girl has a gameplan and she’s getting better!!!)

Dabi is … well, he now responds to Toya when people call him that. He mostly feels like Toya, too. Like, he, for the most part, feels “yes, that’s my name”. He doesn’t remember EVERYTHING (and being honest, probably never will) but he remembers enough that he’s getting bits and pieces of his old life back. He remembers his school friends, his teachers. His siblings. His parents … well, he remembers Rei. Enji … I headcanon any memories about Enji are the last things Dabi gets back. If he ever does. Most things he currently remembers about Enji aren’t so much about him, but about his absence. An empty training room. A spot at the dining table set up, but never filled. A feeling of heat, but Dabi can’t remember the source.

(SIDE TANGENT: part of my theory for all this is Dabi’s memories of Enji have gotten caught up in Dabi’s memories of the forest fire where he “died”, and his brain is still repressing that HARD. Basically until Dabi remembers any part of his “death”, his Enji related memories are going to be mostly out of reach.)

But, ya know, otherwise Dabi’s doing ok. He’s managing.

(So I said before but I think one of the things that’s hindering Dabi remembering Enji is how /different/ Enji is. Because the man got himself some help and his own mental health is better so he’s just. He’s there and encouraging and admits his faults. And that’s good! But it’s not triggering the memories of what he was like for a good chunk of time.)

Jin is … well, honestly, Jin’s probably the worst off right now. Like, he’s mostly healed at this point - physically. He’s walking around. He’s working with U.A. to figure out some things, LoV and otherwise. He’s, weirdly, made friends with Lunch Rush, and spends a few days a week helping out at the school cafeteria. Also made buddies with Hound Dog, they like shooting the shit together.

But Jin’s also having lots of nightmares. He’s basically insomniac. He catnaps, and wakes up screaming more often than not. His Quirk being stolen has really messed him up. Like, you’d think it would AT LEAST help with his identity problems. Which, if you want to get EXTREMELY TECHNICAL, it has! By kicking his old identity problems to the curb in exchange for brand new ones! So, Jin is having a ROUGH GO OF IT right now. However, he isn’t being left to drown. He has friends. Nezu himself managed to find the guy a therapist. He’s trying some medication that seems to be helping. He is coping and getting better.

(oof. Yeah no it. I talked on it before but being without your Quirk absolutely fucks you up. He’s getting help but that’s gonna leave a mark.)

Magne, by contrast, is doing GREAT. Leaving the LoV when she did basically started a domino chain effect that’s set her up to be in a pretty great place. She’s working at a small, underground clinic that caters to people who, for whatever reason, don’t feel comfortable going to regular hospitals. Quirk status, prejudice, possible crimes, lack of money. It’s run by an old couple with some fairly balanced healing Quirks, and their apprentices. Magne works the front, as both receptionist and security. The Doctors are both kind, compassionate people - if a bit grumpy - and while they can’t pay Magne a lot of money, they CAN get her any medicines or drugs she needs free of charge, which means Magne is doing fairly well for herself. She has her own apartment, but visits the Todoroki’s fairly often, where she has a standing invitation to stay over whenever she needs to. Enji is also helping cover certain “expenses” to help Magne out.

(Note: I remember what you said about the HPSC being transphobic, and that’s why they can’t get Magne - “Oh, you’re looking for a man? Well, we just had this lovely lady over for tea!” - but I kind of ran with that, so Magne is in the middle of medically transitioning. Enji has helped set her up with records, so she’s officially “Magne Smith” or similar, and has basically gaslit the HPSC that Magne’s deadname is a completely different person who’s run off to Tibet or something.)

(Honestly? Good for her! I love this.)

Now, let’s jump over to the League for a hot second.

The League is doing … not great. They have, at this point, figured out Jin didn’t just run off, but they are extremely confused and wary. Compress managed to contact Magne, and while she was reluctant, she’s given them a VERY basic run down - how Himiko’s doing, Dabi’s status … and the fact that Jin doesn’t have his Quirk anymore.

The League knows there’s basically only one way that could have happened. But none of them really know what to do. Compress has nowhere else to go at the moment. Spinner and Kurogiri refuse to leave Tomura behind. And Tomura couldn’t leave, even if he wanted too. (And at this point, he’s beginning to …)

So that’s the general state of things, when Overhaul comes calling. At first, the meeting seems like it will go the same … except no one gets torn apart, cause Tomura says “yes” to joining up right away. So, when the Raid happens, the LoV are all there. It both changes things, and nothing at all. The Raid happens mostly the same. Overhaul goes nuts, Deku straps Eri to his back and fights him one on one. However, at the end, when Eri’s losing control, before Aizawa gets there, Compress gets there first. He manages to get Eri off Deku, and traps her in one of his spheres, which apparently negates her Quirk briefly … though not before Compress himself is de-aged (his bio says he’s 32, so let’s say … cut his age in half, he’s now physically 16. Congrats, you get to relive puberty).

See, I like to imagine this was Compress’s turning point. While working with Overhaul, Compress gets drafted to work with Eri for a bit. And Compress is horrified by the state this poor kid is in. Like, they all are, but for Compress, it hits him HARD. I imagine his own childhood wasn’t great, and he’s getting hit with “Similar situation, but this is SO MUCH WORSE”. And now not a single one of them trust AfO even REMOTELY, so Compress is struggling to think of a way to help Eri without causing all of them to go down in a fiery blaze. When the Raid happens, Compress basically goes “Welp, this is my best shot!”, and does his best to help the heroes. He makes sure Nighteye doesn’t die, and keeps a couple of the kids from being shot (though not Mirio, unfortunately). When Compress sees Eri losing control at the end, he doesn’t even think. He just moves.

When Aizawa shows up, Compress releases Eri, and her Quirk is nullified. Compress then surrenders to Aizawa, and U.A. (somewhere, a HPSC Agent feels a sense of dread). After some time, U.A. decides to release Compress into Endeavour’s custody (the Agent wonders why they want to bash their head against a wall), and Enji decides hosting them ALL at his house might not be the best, so Magne offers her spare room. Compress starts adjusting to the fact he’s physically a teenager again - someone jokes about him signing up for U.A..

(Oh fucking RIP to getting de-aged he absolutely hates it but hey /technically/ he’s now underage which means getting him protected from the Commission is easier.)

Now, jumping around a bit, why does Tomura join up with Overhaul? Well, this time? He had orders. When the Heroes look through the base, they can’t find ANY of the Quirk Cancelling bullets. They find the research, and a few samples, but all of the PRODUCT is gone. Then, on the way to Tartarus, Overhaul’s transport is attacked … and Overhaul is taken. The Public is told minimal information. The Heroes are told he escaped.

(AfO smiles. He has another part of his plan.)

[Note: my general idea at this point is AfO is realizing his plan for Tomura is kind of falling apart. So, he’s thinking of backups. By utilizing Jin’s Quirk, and Overhauls, plus a few others, he’s hoping to make himself a new, back up body, up in case Tomura doesn’t work out. As Mimi pointed out, he doesn’t technically NEED Tomura for his plan. Using Tomura was more about the style points, with the kid being Nana’s grandson.]

(You’re absolutely right about the style points thing like I went on a tangent either here or in discord on how I kinda questioned AfO’s choices in backup bodies because Tomura was his first choice and then supposedly Toya was a backup if Tomura didn’t work out but like. Other than style points neither of them are really /good/ for this whole thing because he should really be going after someone whose body is capable of handling multiple Quirks due to his own Quirk’s nonsense. But also like. No way in hell is AfO going to just let Tomura leave at this point, even if he’s no longer useful as a new body.)

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nighted-mist · 5 years

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Undertow Ch. 1

Undertow Summary:

Hisui had known, to some extent, what he was getting into by shoving Tokoyami out of the way, when he noticed that the masked asshole with the containment Quirk was gunning for the kid. But he wasn't expecting the price for escaping the League of Villains with Bakugou in tow to be quite so high.

Pairing: Dabi/Hisui

Chapter 1 Summary:

“I’m here ‘cause I wanna uphold Stain’s ideals.” Dabi pulled back enough to catch Hisui’s gaze again. He tilted his head a bit, causing the dull lighting to shimmer off the three small studs that pierced his right nostril.

“And you think Shigaraki’s the way to do that?” Hisui asked, skeptical.

“Sweetheart,” Dabi said, sounding much too bitter for his age; and Hisui would know, since he’d grown up around jaded Heroes from Gran Torino’s era. “Guys like me gotta work with what we get.”

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The world expanded; or Hisui was expanding, and the blackness bled back into light and color. Suddenly, he was standing — thank god he was still standing, after whatever that masked asshole did — in a rundown bar. The poor lighting made it hard for Hisui to notice anything in a glance except the dull, polished shine on the wooden surfaces, like the bar and the shelves behind it, which only drew attention to the Villains surrounding him. Hisui kept himself painfully still, his muscles aching with the effort of it, of ignoring the adrenaline and the deafening thunder of his pulse egging his instincts to movemovemove.

He turned his head slowly, purposefully, looking around for a headcount: Bakugou, the masked asshole, a lizard man, a girl in a high school uniform, a guy with a dual-colored mask, a guy who looked like an okama, a scarred guy, that black mist guy from the U.S.J. report, and right in front of him, the supposed point man for the League of Villains himself. Shigaraki Tomura.

“…Senpai?” Bakugou said quietly, his voice gruff and hesitant. Hisui glanced at Bakugou’s stiff form to aim a brief, warning look at him. Bakugou’s jaw clenched noticeably, but the normally explosive teen shifted a half step to the side, so he was just behind Hisui’s shoulder. That was probably the best deference Hisui could hope for, from him.

“Senpai?” Shigaraki rasped, leaning in until the disembodied hand on his face almost brushed Hisui’s cheek. Hisui clenched his fist, forcing himself not to flinch. “What the hell, Compress? Why’d you pick up an extra brat?”

It was a good thing Hisui’s nails were already digging into his palm; he might’ve reacted to the “brat” comment, otherwise. If Shigaraki thought he was a high school student, it worked in his favor to let that misassumption continue…even if it did piss him off to be mistaken for a teenager.

“My apologies.” The masked asshole, Compress, dipped the brim of his top hat. “There was another student with a strong Quirk I was planning to pick up, but senpai here did an exemplary job sacrificing himself for his kohai.”

“Oh? How…heroic,” Shigaraki sneered around his hand-mask. “So cool, senpai.”

“…This is a recruitment effort, then?” Hisui said, managing to speak steadily. “Bakugou was your target; discrediting U.A. and Pros in general is just a plus.”

Though he’d half-expected it, based on previous reports of Shigaraki’s personality, Hisui still choked when Shigaraki’s hand hit his throat and wrapped under his jaw. He could feel four points of contact, the scrape of cracked finger pads and the painful snag of raggedly bitten nails against his skin. Predictably, the finger Shigaraki had chosen to leave up as a warning was the one just inside Hisui’s range of limited vision.

“Annoying,” Shigaraki growled. “You know what I hate almost as much as Heroes?” He leaned forward so his blood-red eyes glinted between the fingers of his hand-mask. Hisui almost gagged at the smell of him, at the stale smell of rot and death. “Smartass kids like you who think they know everything.”

Hisui swallowed reflexively, felt his throat bob against Shigaraki’s dry palm. Over the thunderous roar of his pulse, he heard the humming click of a TV turning on, and the familiar, deep drone of Shouta’s voice. Hisui had worked behind the scenes of enough Hero ops to know that the media was the best way to misdirect and distract criminals and Villains. If U.A. was holding a press conference now, that meant…

“You know,” Hisui said conversationally, as though his voice wasn’t raspy from the chokehold on his throat, or that his jaw didn’t ache. “You really should’ve done your homework before attacking U.A. again. You’re stupid if you think Bakugou has any desire to become a Villain; that you are capable of persuading him to be one.”

“Damn straight,” Bakugou said, a snarl in his voice.

“And,” Hisui continued, feeling Shigaraki’s fingers flex on his jaw. “If you knew who I am, you wouldn’t be standing so close to me.”

“Arrogant brat— ”

Hisui grabbed Shigaraki’s wrist, the one attached to the hand at his throat, and drained as much stamina as he could. Shigaraki’s hold loosened, allowing Hisui to wrench it away from his jaw just as Bakugou came from the side to blast Shigaraki in the face.

“Take that, asshole!” Bakugou snarled. Shigaraki flew back into the bar counter with enough force to knock the hand-mask off his face. “Like hell you fucks can get me to join you!”

Hisui brushed a hand against Bakugou’s bare arm, transferring some stamina over to the kid. He exhaled softly in relief as the nausea he usually felt when overstocking on stamina receded. Bakugo didn’t react to the boost, though Hisui hadn’t expected him to; the kid was probably too hyped up on adrenaline to notice it.

“Hold up,” said the scarred guy, leashing the tension that was ready to spill over into an all-out brawl. The tension felt tangible, like invisible rubber bands everybody in the room was straining against. The anticipation of a fight electrified the air and made him, and it looked like everyone else, twitchy. “Let me check somethin’.”

To Hisui’s knowledge, there wasn’t an indicator for when he drained stamina from, or transferred stamina to other people. He knew his eyes glowed when he used Regeneration on himself or others, but his Quirk overall was subtle, compared to Granny Chiyo’s.

Apparently, that slight contact with Bakugou was enough of a tell for one of the Villains.

Scarred Guy shifted closer, stopping a safe distance away as he tilted his head and gave Hisui a onceover. Hisui would’ve classified his gaze as “appraising,” if he didn’t recognize the beginnings of a leer on the guy’s face. A leer, Hisui had discovered in his second year of high school, caused a person’s lips — guy or girl — to tug at a very specific, sharp angle upwards, so that a smile or a grin became suggestive instead of sincere. Seeing one never failed to make his skin crawl.

But Scarred Guy’s leer made Hisui’s skin prickle, like he’d been out in the cold for too long and was suddenly getting warmed up. It was a surprisingly not unpleasant sensation.

“Yep. Thought I recognized him,” Scarred Guy said in a self-satisfied drawl.

“Don’t be an asshole.” The second masked guy, the one with a dual-colored mask, shoved Scarred Guy’s shoulder. “Say who he is already!”

“Chill, man.” Scarred Guy shoved Dual-Colored Mask back. “You’re Jinx, aren’t you?” he said to Hisui. “Rumor has it you’re related to Recovery Girl.”

“You shouldn’t believe everything you hear.” Hisui smiled tightly. “But yes, I’m Jinx. I’m surprised you recognize me.”

Though he’d never checked his rank, Hisui was certain he fell rather low on the Chart. It gave him a certain degree of anonymity, which he appreciated, since unlike the popular Pros — such as Toshi-san and the Top 10 — it meant he wouldn’t have enemies. Hisui could go around in public like an average civilian; or in his case, like a normal, twenty-year-old college student.

He had no idea how Scarred Guy was able to recognize him, much less manage to hear a “rumor” about his connection with Granny Chiyo. The guy was either really good at gathering intel, or there was a security breach. Most likely, there was a breach. If they — the Heroes and the Police Force — were lucky, then it was the same breach that resulted in the U.S.J. attack and this one, an attack on a secure, need-to-know high school training camp hosted by a team of Pros.

But Hisui knew better than to bank his hope on luck in this business. Toshi-san was a prime example of how Heroes didn’t always come out on top; or sometimes, even when they did, it didn’t always feel like a victory.

“I watched you work, a couple years ago. Gotta say, you’ve filled out since then.” Scarred Guy’s gaze lingered on Hisui’s chest.

Belatedly, Hisui realized the neckline of his shirt had been ripped at some point between the Villains’ initial attack in the forest and his capture. It was a good thing he wasn’t a girl; the tear exposed his collarbone, and dipped low enough on his chest to be considered indecent. Hisui traced his fingers along the jagged tear of the fabric pressed to his chest, and felt the familiar, warm stickiness of blood. The cut had already healed, but it must’ve been fairly deep if the leftover blood was still warm. He was also very aware of how Scarred Guy’s eyes followed his fingers, and the heat in them. Hisui didn’t know what Scarred Guy found attractive about him, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t use it to his advantage.

“You… You fucking smug bastard,” Shigaraki growled as he unsteadily pulled himself out of the bar counter, adjusting the placement of the hand-mask on his face. “Are you fucking flirting right now?”

“Well,” Scarred Guy shrugged, “it’s not like we’re doin’ much now, right?”

Shigaraki looked ready to dust his own teammate; or was Scarred Guy a subordinate? In any case, the other Villains seemed to be distracted by their byplay. Hisui caught Bakugou’s eye and nodded.

They lunged at the same time. Bakugou aimed for Dual-Colored Mask, while Hisui went for Compress. The black mist guy and Compress had to be taken out first, since Mist Guy could keep him and Bakugou trapped in this room, while Compress could capture them again.

Compress nimbly leapt up to dodge Hisui’s kick, steadying his hat as he landed. “Dabi never did mention what your Quirk is,” he said mildly as he darted forward with an outstretched arm.

Hisui diverted Compress’ path with a block to the forearm, and followed up with quick jabs to several pressure points in reach. “Figuring it out is half the fun.”

Compress jumped back, out of reach, and inspected the arm hanging limply at his side. “You really are a jinx, aren’t you?”

A black blur rammed into Hisui’s side before he could respond, and shoved him against the wall farthest from the commotion Bakugou was causing. Hisui gasped, and in the handful of seconds he was disoriented, found himself pinned to the wall by Scarred Guy — Dabi.

Dabi’s hands were dry and rough against Hisui’s wrists, but it was a dry roughness different from Shigaraki’s. Where Shigaraki’s skin was cracked like a craggy rock face, Dabi’s was smoother, like flint or wood ready to spark into flame.

Dabi smiled lazily as he pressed close to Hisui without actually making contact. The thin space between their bodies did nothing to diminish the intense, almost overwhelming heat emanating from Dabi. He had a fire Quirk, if Hisui remembered right; he could blast blue fire from his hands. Hisui had never had his hands burned off before, but there was a first time for everything. It wasn’t like he had a choice. He inhaled deeply to gather himself, and—

“Ah ah ah,” Dabi chided, tightening his hands around Hisui’s wrists like flexible steel bands. Metal piercings dug uncomfortable grooves into Hisui’s skin, and Dabi’s grip seemed to grind the fine bones of his wrists together. “Don’t even think about it, sweetheart. Can’t have you and Explosion boy over there wreckin’ the place up; though it’d make my day to see Hands-Freak flip his shit some more.”

Bakugou was doing well so far keeping the other Villains busy, and Compress was off to the side with Mist Guy, nursing his arm…or he was waiting for an opening to use his Quirk on Bakugou. It was hard to tell, with the mask. Since Bakugou seemed fine for now, Hisui decided it was worth trying to use Dabi’s strange fascination with him to angle for information.

“You don’t like Shigaraki,” Hisui noted, letting his arms go loose and pliant in Dabi’s hands. Dabi hummed and shifted closer; he smelled like smoke and burnt wood. If Hisui wanted, it wouldn’t take any effort at all to tear his teeth into Dabi’s throat, or follow the piercing-lined seam of pale skin and scarred purple flesh with his tongue. “Why— Why’re you working with him, then?” he asked, suddenly more aware of Dabi.

“I know what you’re doin’,” Dabi said, amusement coloring his voice and glinting in his bright blue eyes. This close, Dabi’s eyes looked unnaturally blue, like his eyes were stained glass that had a fire burning from inside. Hisui was startled to notice how pretty they were, and if they’d belonged to anyone other than a Villain, he would’ve said so aloud. But Dabi was a Villain, and Hisui had three main priorities: gather information, protect Bakugou, and get them both out of here.

“Yeah?” Hisui held Dabi’s half-lidded gaze steadily, ignoring how his stomach was twisting into knots that had no business showing up during a fight. “Is it working?”

“Saa,” Dabi sighed, dipping his head closer to nose Hisui’s jaw. “If only we’d met anywhere else…”

Hisui clenched his jaw. It was adrenaline, he sternly told himself, the anticipation for a fight, that was making his heart race. Over Dabi’s shoulder, he could see Bakugou getting herded to one side of the room, the side closest to the door. The Villains were confident in their ability — or Mist Guy’s ability — to keep Bakugou contained, if they were letting him get so close to freedom.

“And you think Shigaraki’s the way to do that?” Hisui asked, skeptical.

Dabi’s phrasing raised a few flags, but Hisui wasn’t in any position to work through them. It was time to get himself free and help out Bakugou, since the kid sounded like he was in trouble.

Hisui balanced on the soles of his feet — Dabi’s hands tightened again on his wrists, but allowed the movement — and leaned in to whisper, “Can you work with this?”

He gently nosed the line of piercings and wrinkled purple skin on Dabi’s cheek, copying his earlier gesture. Dabi shivered and seemed to strain under his touch; when Hisui paused at Dabi’s lips, his breath hitched noticeably. His behavior was odd: weren’t Villains supposed to do whatever they wanted, when they wanted?

Without meeting Dabi’s eyes, Hisui carefully pressed their lips together. It felt…different. Dabi’s top lip felt like normal skin, lightly chapped; his bottom lip was rougher, drier, but still soft, like old leather.

Dabi went still against him— and that was good, it was the reaction Hisui wanted. Growing up around Granny Chiyo and watching her work decreased the meaning, the emotional value of kisses for Hisui. A kiss was supposed to mean affection, and in some instances, it did; but to Hisui, a kiss primarily meant healing. While Hisui mainly activated his Quirk using his hands, he was able to do so with his lips too, since, as Granny Chiyo liked to remind him, his Quirk was an evolved form of her own. And that didn’t just mean his healing ability was stronger.

But before Hisui could drain any stamina, Dabi surged forward. He pried Hisui’s lips apart, and suddenly his tongue was in Hisui’s mouth, hot and wet and demanding. Dabi was everywhere: pressed against him, inside of him, and Hisui had to remind himself to breathe before he could think about using his Quirk. Dabi’s piercings suddenly scraped against his chin and dug into Hisui’s wrists, the latter a startling reminder that snapped Hisui out of the heated daze Dabi had overwhelmed him with. Hisui latched onto Dabi’s tongue, curling his own around it as he started draining stamina.

Dabi caught on to what was happening faster than Hisui anticipated, and pulled away with a sharp inhale. “Fuck…” he growled, his voice rough and sounding like it was pulled out of him as he swayed a bit.

Hisui had taken less stamina from Dabi than he liked, but he made it work. He twisted his wrists free and kicked Dabi into another Villain, the lizard guy. He panted and struggled to regain enough of his composure so he could enter the fight as well.

Then there was a knock on the door, a fake pizza delivery, and Toshi-san burst into the room through the wall a few feet away from him, leading a charge of Pros.

Hisui relaxed a little, because he didn’t have to be on the front lines anymore. He inhaled shakily, and felt steadier as he exhaled. Once he stopped trembling, Hisui pushed off the wall and made his way to Toshi-san.

“Toshi-san,” Hisui greeted, nodding as he stopped near Bakugou.

“Hisui-chan!” Toshi-san beamed. “I’m glad to see you and young Bakugou didn’t suffer any serious injuries while you were held captive. Though, Hisui-chan, you do seem to have some blood, right here…” He swiped a thumb along his lower lip.

“Ah.” Hisui copied the motion with his tongue. He tasted the familiar metallic tang of blood, and tried not to think about Dabi’s lips on his. “Must’ve bit my lip, or something. Anyways, Toshi-san, you know I can’t get serious injuries,” he said, amused.

Toshi-san laughed and rubbed the back of his head. “Well, that doesn’t mean I can’t be concerned!”

“True,” Hisui allowed, grinning. He turned to Bakugou, who was watching their conversation with interest. “How’re you doing, Bakugou?”

“…Fine,” he said gruffly, briefly meeting Hisui’s gaze and then looking away. “Thanks for taking care of me, senpai.”

“You can call me Hisui.” Hisui carefully placed a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder, and when the kid didn’t tense up or move away, gently squeezed it. “After what we’ve been through together, I think you’ve earned that much, at least.”

Bakugou met Hisui’s gaze, and nodded. There was a glimmer of respect in his eyes, in the relaxed lines of his face and the slouch of his shoulders. Bakugou really was an amazing kid, for keeping himself together as much as he had so far. Hisui hadn’t kept his head nearly as well, the first time he’d gotten abducted; and he hadn’t been abducted by Villains under All For One, just a bunch of white-collar criminals trying to set up some kind of healing Quirk enterprise.

“You both did well!” Toshi-san clapped a hand on each of their shoulders, jostling them both. “And Hisui-chan, Aizawa-kun insisted I give you these. Just in case.” He fiddled with an armband on his right bicep that Hisui hadn’t noticed earlier, unclasped it, and offered it over.

“…Thanks,” Hisui said dryly, taking his utility belt and clipping it around his waist. He was grateful Toshi-san had brought it; he’d left the belt in his room back at the lodge, since he hadn’t thought he’d need it while supervising Class 1-B in the forest during the Test of Courage. Even though the Villains were subdued, he felt better now that he was armed. But he was a little annoyed that Toshi-san had worn it looped twice around his bicep so it clung snugly to the bulge of the largest muscle there, and that he hadn’t recognized his own utility belt while Toshi-san was wearing it like some kind of fashion accessory.

Everything seemed to be wrapping up nicely. Kamui Woods had all the Villains subdued, Mist Guy was neutralized, Gran Torino had knocked Dabi out during the initial attack when he’d looked ready to set the place on fire, Toshi-san was speaking with Gran Torino, Bakugou was fine…

Bakugou gagged suddenly, and black sludge poured out of his mouth.

“Young Bakugou!” Toshi-san lunged for the kid.

As if following a signal, the same black sludge erupted from all of the Villains’ mouths as well. Belatedly, Hisui realized there was a pressure building inside of him; he hunched over and dry-heaved, trying to alleviate the pressure. Instead of tasting bile in the back of his throat, as he normally would when experiencing this kind of pressure, there was something equally acidic and disgustingly viscous forcing its way out of his mouth.

The last thing Hisui saw as he was absorbed into blackness again, was Toshi-san’s stricken, furious face.

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Notes: Originally posted 3/30/2019

Next up, the showdown with AFO!

I've been wanting to write some Dabi/Hisui for a while now, but I couldn't figure out how I wanted to go about it... Then a couple of months ago I came up with three fic ideas for this pairing.

Anyways, this fic'll is in Hisui's POV. Dabi probably won't do much in the next chapter (since he's K.O.ed courtesy of Gran Torino), but he'll be back up and causing mayhem soon!

Thanks for reading!

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