#teenage touya is a fucking handful

[inkykeiji]

What was mama reis reaction when touya nii started getting tattooed ? like boy where was your broke ahh getting that money from

absolutely in love with this question anon EEEEE omg!!! you bring up such a good point, and not only that, but WHO is tattooing this teenager illegally, and how did touya meet them??? it raises a red flag for sure, but by the time touya begins getting his sleeves done (around the age of 16), rei already knows he’s been up to something illegal and dangerous for a good while now. those flags began waving when he started handing her wads of cash at the age of 14, to ‘help out with living expenses’—something rei vehemently insisted he did not have to do, and something he viciously ignored.

rei struggles with properly disciplining touya; he’s meticulously private and fantastic at hiding things, even as a teenager, and her word carries absolutely no weight in his mind. she can tell him to stop sneaking out until she’s blue in the face, but it’ll never make a difference; he’s doing what he wants to do, and what he feels is necessary to do, whether she likes it or not.

they get into a few blowout fights in his early teenage years, but it’s hard for rei to truly pin anything on him because aside from the ridiculous amounts of money he’s bringing home for a kid of 14/15, she’s got literally no evidence that he’s doing anything wrong. he swears to the heavens and back that he got a normal part-time job, and he’s so goddamn convincing that for a moment, she’s nearly gaslit herself into believing she made it all up, too paranoid and stressed out after everything that happened with the divorce. he seemingly isn’t missing school—his grades are still stellar, and she’s received no complaints from his teachers. he sneaks out at night, but she’s got no idea how he does it or where the fuck he goes, just that his bed is suddenly empty at the odd hours of the night. his desk drawer is always locked, and his bedroom is so minimalistic that she’s searched it thoroughly three times and come up completely empty-handed. he’s just too smart for her.

SO! when he starts coming home with tattoos, she’s definitely upset, but he makes the case that this is him reclaiming his body after everything that happened to him, and she finds it pretty hard to argue against that. touya knows how to wear his mother down quick, wielding wit, charm, slyness, and her love for him as his weapons, all while convincing himself that he is either in the right or doing it for her benefit.

[prettyboykatsuki]

touya 🥰🥰

✮ tags ; gn + afab!reader, some titty worship, crassness from touya, vague but established relationships, fucking against a wall, 18+

✮ wc ; 1.6k

✮ a/n ; i have no clue how to write this guy im sorry. i tried my best though

Touya has a tell when he lies.

You'd never tell him about it. The minute he becomes aware is the minute he stops—and the minute he stops is the minute it makes reading him harder than it needs to be.

(You're good at reading Touya though even without the help. You've grown accustom to reading between the lines after all these years spent together. If you hadn't, you doubt the two of you to be together.

Understanding when whatever means please stay and when you're alright means i love you are necessities. The life line to the fragile relationship you call lovers)

It's not every time he lies. It's only when he has something he's embarrassed telling you and when all attempts at shamelessness result in obvious failure.

You try not to let it show your excitement on your face. He'll get pissed at you. He has a habit of being sulky when he's being teased.

You pull back from a kiss, breathless. You smile at him lopsidedly, fingers around the collar of his jacket as his hand sneaks up underneath your shirt. Calloused skin draws along your belly, up your sides and make you shiver.

Touya is always intense but there's something different today. His hand as your leg hitched up and he's grinding into you with such obvious fervor that it's making it hard to breathe. He chases your mouth the minute you pull away, frowning hard as you bite back a smile.

"What."

You're trying to contain yourself. Really. "Did you... miss me, Touya?"

It's there. His tell. A hand on the back of his neck and a look to his left. It happens quickly, gone as just soon as you see it. "Fuck no," And then as if to prove a point. "My dick might've, I guess."

He goes into kiss you again and you appease him and allow it. You let him touch you to his hearts content and keep your amusement to yourself at the obvious desperation. Sex is the one place Touya can't hide from what he wants, though he very often tries anyway.

He's practically frantic as he pushes you further against the wall. His mouth moves along your neck with searing intensity. He's handsy. Grabbing, biting, sucking - he leaves marks where he wouldn't care to normally, all over your neck. Your core is syrupy and hot, like spun sugar melting over the flame of Touya's longing.

He moves quickly, letting your leg down in process. Unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down to your thighs before doing the same for himself. You haven't moved from the door away but it's obvious Touya has no intent of doing so either, until he makes you cum at least once.

"Touch me," He voices it as a demand despite himself. Despite the obvious lust in his voice and the way he's looking at you. You wonder if he's self-aware about the face he makes when he's needy. "C'mon. 's rude to keep me waiting."

So you do. Pushed up against a wall with nothing but body heat like two teenagers all over again - you cup his hard cock, delighting in the way he shivers at the touch and moans into your mouth. You stroke him from in front and let him touch you in return. He strokes your clit at first but moves on quickly to fingering you, slipping further into your panties without taking them off. He likes how the sticky fabric clings to his scarred hands.

(You've learned over the years that Touya likes the mess. He likes when there's evidence of your intimacy in all the places you've ever fucked. Some of it is tried and true perversion.

But like the marks he leaves on your sternum and the bruises on your hips from his hold - you think that Touya likes lingering in your life in whatever way he can.)

"You're going so fast," You mumble. He pauses. Pouting, he goes on anyway. It's not like you told him to stop.

"Isn't it fine? You're already so fucking wet,"

You can feel yourself throb as Touya fucks his fingers into you. He starts with one, but there's not any resistance. Aching, practically pulsing with need, a moan slips past your lips at the sudden thrusting. He slows a little.

"Show me your tits,"

You roll your eyes but you listen anyway, pushing your shirt and bra up haphazardly. You figure he just wants to see them - but your mind changes when trails kisses down your neck and wraps his mouth around your nipples wordlessly. Your spine arches into the touch, a wave of arousal slicking Touya's finger. He adds a second after that, free hand holding the small of your spine as he sucks your nipple into his mouth, making sure to pay attention to each one for a little.

He opens you slowly, stretching you until it's easy to pump his two fingers in and out.

He stares at you with unbreaking eye contact while he fucks your pussy open. It's unnecessarily intense in a way that you find on brand. You stare back unsure of what else to do, a fucked out expression definitely being reflected black in blue irises.

It's a beat after that he pulls away from you. You whine at the loss of contact but Touya swallows the sound with a kiss. His nose nudges your jaw, hot and sensitive.

"Turn around," He hums it against your throat. "I think you can take me,"

He's going too fast, you think again. He likes to draw everything out so much more. Bully you into begging for him, if the mood strikes him. At the very least he likes to drag you into his own depths and feel so needy.

You oblige him by turning around and placing your hands on the wall, cheek pressed against the cool surface. He groans, a sharp noise slipping past your lips as the familiar weight and length of his cock push against the curves of your ass.

And then he gets too close to you. Tucks his chin against your shoulder and drops his weight over your back. He's always close to you but it's rare his clinging is so open as it is now. You decide not to say anything, pushing yourself back like an invitation. He chuckles, the sound is low - the reverb adding to your wetness and making your arousal worse.

"Three week long stake-out is fuckin' ridiculous," He presses a bite to your neck. "What the hell could you need to stake out for three weeks."

You read between the lines. I missed you. You laugh.

"Dunno. Glad to be back," You reply to him in his own language. Missed you too.

There's a brief moment of pause, the ghost of a smile on your back as you feel the familiar stretch of Touya's cock against your cunt. Your hole stretches, flutters at the euphoric sensation. Your stomach flips with a restless wanting as you try not to shove yourself all the way back on his dick too quickly. He groans against your shoulder. "Perfect fucking pussy,"

"You feel so good," You whimper in reply.

"Yeah?" He whispers it against your neck as one hand holds your waist, the other snaking around to toy with your clit as he pushes into your warm, wet heat. "Tell me about it."

"Fuck, Touya,"

His dick twitches at the sound of you moaning his name. You can feel him inside of you, so deep. Your eyes flutter as fullness knocks all the air out of your lungs. He's all in your stomach. Your breatch catches and hitches with each inch he manages to slide into you.

The sensation of orgasm dulls before it crescendos back up again. Somewhere in between that, Touya moves. It's slow at first, a shallow rock of hips before he paces himself and really starts to fuck you.

The way Touya fucks you is a little like him - noisy and invasive, a hard thrust of his hips that makes your ass recoil in reply from the sheer force. You gasp, feeling lightheaded from the intensity. He's deep, too deep - all the way up into your throat. His balls slap up against your clit every now and again and there's not any real delicacy to it, though there is so much precision.

He would never voice it aloud but he prides himself on knowing your body. Knows it inside it and out. Knows all the spots and angles that getting your sweet little cunt soaking with cum, knows how to make you want him.

He always fucks you good, and maybe it's the distance - but god, today he fucks you dizzy. Your voice keeps slipping with the clap of each thrust and you can barely keep yourself upright, knees threatening to go weak on each one. The only thing keeping you upright is Touya's cock spearing into you. Over and over until you feel it build in your gut again.

"Gonna cum," You barely make the words out. "Fuck, Touya,"

"That's it," He huffs, punctuating his words with a thrust. "Say my name. Say my fucking name when you cum for me,"

You pretend not to notice the emphasis on it being for him. You pretend not to hear the shake in his voice, how shattered he sounds with each word like he wants it as much as you.

Maybe more. You'll never tell Touya that part of the reason you cum so fucking hard is because he sounds so fucking wanting when he asks you to cum. Like falling from heaven, your orgasm drags you down to Earth and makes your whole body shake on impact. Your pussy spasms hard around his cock, thighs trembling and toes curling in your shoes at you let it all out.

Touya encourages you with a few sloppy thrusts and the intimacy of your name on his lips, making you ride the high over first before he follows suit. You feel him cum in you and sigh internally knowing you'll need contraception.

"Don't go on such long fucking stake-outs," He tells you. You laugh.

"Okay. I won't."

"We're not done fucking, either."

You laugh a little louder at that and turn around to kiss him over your shoulder. You smile when he leans into so easily "Uh-huh. Sure."

[majoryeager104]

You + Me = three pt 2

Summary: headcannons of Touya as an official dad

warnings: Language, mentions of murder (☝️💀) and Touya needing to be protected at all costs (as usual 😩)

It’s a daughter

And he’s never been more happy

He can’t really explain why he wanted a daughter so bad

But he was beyond ecstatic when he got to hold her for the first time

As said before, if he could cry, he would

He’d definitely be a protective dad

Like besides you NO ONE can hold his little princess 🙅‍♀️

Because “no mf you’ll DROP HER, or she’ll get ANXIOUS, or ILL GET ANXIOUS”

But at the same time

Yk those memes that are like “dad vs mom” and the mom is cuddling the baby, and the dad is like treating it like a ragdoll? Slinging it over his shoulder and stuff?

Yeah that’s him too. 

A year in you walk into the living room

And he’s got your daughter upside down

Walking on her hands 

While he holds her ankles

“She wanted to do a hand stand”

And he’d shrug like it wasn’t an ACTUAL BABY

Like everyone else would treat her irresponsibly but him

And that mindset of his never goes away

Can you imagine when his daughter is a teenager?

Bringing a boy home?

I think the fuck not 😤

He’ll either threaten the kid

Or like actually burn him. 

Like fr

He’s a villain okay

But he’s got his priorities straight at least

Bc the boy was probably gonna try and use her anyways 😤

At least according to Touya

So he deserved it 🧍 

Moving on from child murder

Back to baby hc’s

He’d totally steal naps with the baby when he can

He’s not even tired 

But holding his baby

And having her fall asleep in his arms? 

An elevated experience for him

ESPECIALLY if it means you can catch a break

Buuuuut

Nap time with baby AND you?

He’s in heaven. 

His two favorite people

The two people in the world he would protect at any cost

And he gets to cuddle with them 🥹 

I think on a serious note though

The experience of being a dad 

And raising a kid with you

Definitely made him think about a few things 

Like

Revenge didn’t feel worth it anymore. 

If it meant he’d die in a few months

And leave you two behind?

Nah

Bc having you two 

Was the best thing to happen to him

Because

He didn’t want to die for you

He wanted to live for you

So what was the point in dying in such a terrible way?

So his daughter could grow up without her dad? 

Absolutely not. 

So

Should he have a family with you 

That revenge he’d been working towards would be obsolete 

All that energy that he stored up

For the moment he’d destroy the lives of his father and those who wronged him?

That energy is being put to better use now

Now he’s making time to take his daughter on walks so you can rest

And making her and you pancakes every morning

Every single day 

As his daughter gets older and older, he definitely opens up about the things he’s done 

He’d been in a shell for so long 

Hiding himself from people

That he never wanted to do that again

At least not with you or your daughter

And once again

Another moment where if he could he’d cry?

Is when his daughter smiles

And says she understands

Just like you did all those years ago when he told you 

Because now he had a family

An actual family 

Who loved and understood him

And he’ll be holding onto these moments

That he considers ever so sacred and precious

Till the day he finally drops dead

Ughhhh Dad Touya has my heart I fear 🖐️😭 having a whole redemption arc for the sake of his family bc Enji never did that for him 💔💔💔

Banner Creds to @ Buttonheart 🙌🙌🙌

[phantasmiac]

civilian touya who has an awkward relationship with his family. puts the civil in civilian. he got all his angst and rage out of his system during his teenage years, and enji’s been on a self improvement journey for some time now. things should be good now — but he only visits home once every two months (sometimes even less often) and no phone call with him ever lasts any longer than five minutes (unless you’re natsuo. then you get an extra five). and no matter how hard fuyumi or rei attempt to pry on the occasions he does join them at the dinner table, whatever he’s been up to recently is still a mystery for the most part by the time he leaves. touya loves his family, because loving unconditionally is just in his nature. but he spent so much time being angry and pushing them away during his teenage years that he doesn’t really know them anymore — and he can’t bring himself to trust people he doesn’t know.

civilian touya who randomly brings home his hot tattooed gf one day. rei’s eyes are sparkling as she laughs and chats with you, hand resting over your own in that warm motherly way. and the whole time enji’s sat like a fucking statue with an unreadable expression on his face that makes him look constipated. he’s trying so hard not to say oh brother 🙄 so this is what touya’s gotten himself into. he hasn’t gotten to the chapter about conservatism in his self help book. he doesn’t say anything because everyone seems to really like you and touya’s been watching you and his mom talk with a fondness that’s lowkey causing cracks in his stone cold heart. but secretly, he’s betting that this relationship isn’t gonna make it touya’s next visit.

civilian touya who brings you over again…. and again…. and again. enji’s so bewildered and stressed at the fact that he was wrong it’s comical. and he has yet to voice his concerns to anyone else bc he doesn’t want to look like an asshole so he just has this ongoing bet with the voice inside his head that you and touya are going to break up any minute now. everyone else has joined touya in being infatuated with you because you’re great — but also because touya’s now started to visit more often and there’s a constant grin on his face that they haven’t seen since he was a little boy. and enji swears he won’t fall for your little tricks! he’s absolutely livid when a chuckle escapes him at a juvenile joke you made. scandalized by the fact that he’s a little curious about the meaning behind one of your tattoos — you’re not gonna get him to ask 😡

civilian touya who announces that you’re five weeks pregnant a year and a half into your relationship. rei cries. because she’s going to be a grandma, of course, but also because he actually chose to share the news with them instead of suddenly disappearing to some foreign country to raise a family in secret — something she’s convinced the touya before you would have done just to avoid being open with them. and enji, thinks this might just be his aha! moment. having a baby this soon, out of wedlock? bound to fall apart. for once, he hopes he’s wrong.

civilian touya who has one hand stabilizing the smiley, toothless baby girl sitting on his lap and the other holding your left, thumb rubbing the aquamarine gemstone on your ring finger. enji watches his firstborn dote on his own and silently reminisces the first few months of touya’s life. he remembers being full of love for someone for the first time in his entire life, and being terrified; it was all more than he knew what to do with. touya seems to know exactly what to do with it all when he coos at his two girls. love was never a challenge for him — just finding somewhere to place it.

★ a/n: i wrote this with the panel from 388 in mind and that’s the ONLY reason shouto isn’t mentioned. ily bby it’s not what it looks like

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Todoroki!Reader

Warnings: yeah i know dabi isn't a teenager anymore, but i like the title so fuck it, also don't fucking read it if you don't like siblingxsibling incest cuz yeah there's lots of hints toward it, actually they're not even hints, minors do not interact, this is not for sweet innocent eyes, dark content, brief mentions of Endeavor being a shitty father, reader is shoto's twin (so 16), robbery, cigarette smoking

Words: 1240

Summary: Just two teenage dirtbags.

The light tracing of a finger along your shoulder blade causes you to shiver. A chuckle answers the goosebumps that rise to your skin. His fingers, unharmed by the heat of his quirk, dance and glide as you bite down on your bottom lip. You keep quiet maintaining your steady breathing. Dabi never showed such tenderness when you were awake. At least not anymore. Not since the both of you burned up Sekoto Peak.

"I know you're up." He mumbles against his pillow, you could hear his little smirk as he taps along the length of your spine; tickling the dip. Lips ghost your shoulder.

You readjust yourself, flopping onto your other side to look at your brother's ruined face. Dark purple pigmented skin was stitched to the human part of him. There was barely any left on his face. Everything held together by staple-like piercings.

Your surroundings were still dark, indicating the time. Grumpily, you glare at him from under your blanket. "Why did you wake me up? Just cuz you can't sleep doesn't mean you have to drag me along."

Dabi devilishly smiles and pinches your cheeks to further wake you up.

He was still handsome. At least that's what you thought even if he was no longer your Touya. He was your Dabi now. Your fingers reach to touch his jaw, the wrinkled skin dry under the pads of your fingers. For the briefest of moments, your brother's harsh blue eyes warm to what they used to be. Only for a second before that cold indifference returns.

Dabi sits up, blankets sliding off of his slim build. You follow suit with a huff though you cringe at the cold that hits your bare chest. Again you ask "What are you doing up?" To wipe the sleep from your eyes, you rub a hand over your face.

"Couldn't stay asleep." He grabs the pack of cigarettes from the bedside table. "I'm itching to cause trouble."

Dryly chuckling, you snatch the cigarette from between his fingers. He halfheartedly grumbles at you but is always willing to share with his baby sister. Instead Dabi sets his feet onto the cold floor and stands.

"Great and you couldn't let me sleep?" You groan knowing you weren't going back to bed soon. Dabi wouldn't let you. Watching him make 'gimme' motions with his hand, you give the cigarette back to him and let the smoke slowly curl from your lips.

There's no answer, rhetorical as it was. Your words drift against the four walls of the dumpy room that you and your brother slept in. A shitty mattress on the disgusting floor with metal coils tearing through to poke you in the back at night.

Trash littered the bedroom floor, bottles and wrappers alike pushed into corners or far off against the wall.

Since childhood, Dabi- or rather Touya- had always been clingy toward you moreso than any of your other siblings. You were his little shadow that listened to him constantly and offered unconditional love. Natsuo and Fuyumi may complain about how he despised their father, but you never did because you held equal resentment toward your prohero father. He separated you from your twin, Shoto. Isolated the natural bond that should have formed between the both of you. Shoto was a complete stranger to you.

You were his person, his safety blanket. That seemed to have translated to Dabi as he never liked being too far from you. Always preferred to have you within his eyesight. It wasn't quite as cute when it involved waking you up during one of his insomnia episodes. While you did bitch plenty about it, you always got up and dressed to follow him out to the deserted streets.

Eerily quiet, you feel like even the soft sounds of your shoes hitting against the ground was deafening. Thick fog blanketing your surroundings.

When Dabi couldn't sleep, he wreaked havoc to compensate. You tag along after him, pulling your jacket tightly around you as if it would offer extra warmth. To help, you breathe in slowly before exhaling small flames of white through your mouth in an ujjayi technique. You feel the temperature of your body grow warmer in response. Desperately wishing to be back in your bed. A shitty bed, but at least you were able to escape the land of the living and consequences for a while.

You refuse to acknowledge the part of you that gets excited while on the prowl with Dabi. Predatory hunger licking at your bones.

It makes you feel like you did years ago when you tried giving Shoto something for your shared birthday but Enji Todoroki tossed your gift to the side and pushed you out of the way.

Making sure you put distance between you and the abandoned apartment building that you and the League called headquarters. Into the nicer area of the city where you could really steal quality goods.

What you often tried to forget was the delight you got when you heard the smashing of fragile glass, or the crackling of your flames as it ate away at both architectural structures and those of the human body. Feeling near orgasmic when your knuckles collide against the crunchy bridge of a nose. You wished it belonged to Endeavor. Wish it was him you were burning. Wanted to watch as his flesh bubbled and burst.

From Enji's disdainfulness toward his family festered inside you until Touya allowed you to release it all. Your white hot flames grew from there. Using hate as fuel.

They dance with Dabi's blue. Pirouetting in the cosmic ballet, casting shadows that dance in tandem with the rhythm of the conflagration.

The destruction you created together was beautiful.

Ruefully you'd acknowledge that one good thing came out of everything your family has suffered under Enji's rule: Dabi. From siblings to lovers you went once both of you hit puberty, a fluid change that was effortless. A godless union that would have Endeavor blanching from horror if the truth ever got out to the media. You waited for that day where all of his accomplishments turned to ash in his mouth. What a delicious moment that would be. But not yet. Dabi had to remind you to be patient ("Though I know it's impossible, spoiled girl that you are." Dabi would comment teasingly).

In the mean time, you'd continue to hone your quirk so one day you and Dabi could live out your dream of taking down Endeavor. You were already so close to it. Could see Endeavor's own unraveling begin during the fight against that highly generated Nomu. Everything was coming to fruition.

You watch Dabi kick open the door to a convenience store, smashing the glass in with his bulky black boot. Alarms blare but you and Dabi walk deafly by. Ribbons of flame whip out from your finger tips as they strike at the ringing bell above, melting it until there was no sound left of its shrill scream.

"Usual rob and raid?" You're already breaking open the cash register to rifle through the till. They kept most of the money in the safe below. Dabi would deal with that. Your fire was far too hot that it might incinerate the money inside. That wouldn't go well with Shigaraki as the League depends on the stolen money to keep afloat.

"And kill anyone who gets in our way." Dabi confirms.

[petrich0-r]

warning!!! long rant incoming

weeks later and i am still not over how much reading chapter 426 traumatized me. seeing touya reduced to a what??? burnt-up corpse strapped to a wall and on life support, barely breathing and with no hope of recovery, with only a bleak "slow march toward death" ahead of him was only the first blow.

then we see the todofam marching into the hospital determined to "talk with him" while he can barely string together a few sentences and is strapped to a heart monitor in a way that invasively reveals his true feelings of upset/excitement/anixety at whatever they feel like talking to him about, which was personally mortifying to witness.

one of the FIRST things he says is how he isn't "some damn tourist attraction" for them to come gawk at and talk at to make themselves feel better. and yes even though most of my ire is directed at enji i still dislike how the rest of the family acted in this chapter. all determined to say their piece now that he's forced to stay there and listen to them, and even shouto's part in all of it being framed as him "saving" touya and making time for them all to have together while he is DYING an AGONIZING and SLOW death. also natsuo not even saying anything to touya even though he was the only one to ever advocate for him and constantly remind everyone in the family of what happened to his brother and demanding justice from enji. although if i interpret this as him recognizing that talking with touya now would only violate his privacy since he can't hide his feelings because of the heart monitor his behaviour is the only one that makes sense.

enji once again taking the opportunity to talk about what HE is doing to atone for "his sins", in a way that fills me with such indescribable rage and fury at this man's audacity to even show his face to any member of his family and makes me once again want to kill him with my bare hands because i am SICK and TIRED of hearing about his "atonement" and "rejection". and even though natsuo renounces him definitively once and for all once they exit the hospital, he also says he thinks enji is a "badass" now???? EXCUSE. ME. also shouto calling him "father" still makes me want to puke i'm sorry.

to rub salt into the wound the chapter then switches to hawks talking with nagant who is now fully recovered?? from literally exploding??? in a parody of what i hoped a final dabihawks interaction was going to be. but i guess only heroes and "good" victims get to live and have miraculous recoveries in this story.

another thing that makes me livid is this trend horikoshi has set of showcasing touya in pivotal panels as not-being-burnt-to-a-crisp so he can?? what??? show us his imagined facial expressions better??? idk it just feels so disingenuous to him being crippled, burnt to death, stripped of all bodily autonomy, irreversibly and gruesomly injured only for horikoshi to take the easy way out when he wants to show emotions on his face so we can what?? see him as a person still and not a disfigured corpse???? i don't get it.

as someone who up until those chapters at the end where horikoshi decided that yes izuku should absolutely vanquish tomura was very hopeful about bnha's ending and where it was headed and what kind of story it wanted to tell i feel immeasurably and utterly betrayed and furious at what happened to the remaining lov characters. touya's end is a nightmare scenario on a personal level but what tomura's character went through at the end felt like a complete butchering of everything he as a character stood for. and don't get me started on himiko, a fucking TEENAGE GIRL who i was SURE would get to live if nobody else from the league did. but those are rants for another post.

my final thoughts for this rant are musings on whether horikoshi is aware how hurtful and trauma-inducing chapter 426 is. i struggle to grasp how he could write such a nuanced character without apparently knowing the first thing about how to resolve their story in a satisfying way. whether or not he waffled on how he should end bnha and then chickened out on its "true/controversial/revolutionary" ending i can only speculate but at this point i don't even care because the fact is he CHOSE to end the story this way and i have no idea what the point of it all even was anymore and i am tired and rant over because i've been rambling like a lunatic for way too long now

anyway sorry if this doesn't make a lick of sense idk what i'm saying or trying to articulate here, this is my first post of this length and i was gonna keep it all inside but i felt i had to let it out somehow. if u got this far thank you for reading this and have a good day <33

[lynnaredfield3383]

Under 18 - DNI. Not my characters. Fem reader. Swearing, kisses, mention of teenage pregnancy & heart attack. I believe Touya Todoroki would make Endeavor's life hell without ever being Dabi. Like everyday is just a new day to find a new way to fuck with Endeavor. Touya & Fem reader 18 yrs old.

"You ever think about systematically destroying someone's life? Like deconstructing it slowly, piece by piece until the very end, when there's nothing left. Just nothing. An empty space."

You rolled onto your side, smiling at your boyfriend Touya. Sometimes, his mind went to dark places.

"If this is about Endeavor, I think you're doing a pretty good job. You're graduating from Shiketsu instead of UA, got nose piercings, figured out you do have ice as well as fire, and instead of telling him you iced his entire office. You plan on opening an agency with Hawks instead of working at his, and you're dating the daughter of his most despised enemy after All Might."

Touya's cerulean eyes locked on yours.

"Don't fucking do that. Don't lump yourself into that plan because that's not true. Not anymore."

Touya cupped the side of your face, searching your eyes to verify you believed him. Touya hated himself for that, hated that you had only started out as part of his plan.

"Baby, I know it's different now. Even if it wasn't, the truth is I would still be with you. I love everything about you. I'm a bit obsessed," you tease him smiling.

"Good. No one else gets to have you but me," Touya whispered.

He brought your lips to his and kissed you as if his life depended on kisses rather than air. As his arms wrapped around your body, he pulled you against him.

"Oh, I got this for you," you handed him the sonogram.

Touya's eyes widened as he took the picture from you. You realized quickly, he thought it was yours.

"Shit. For real..."

"No, baby! It's my sister's. I figure you send it to your father..."

Touya's smile widened before he kissed you again.

"Damn doll, you're more diabolical than me. A grandkid not perfectly created by an arranged quirk marriage, his enemy's blood and teenage pregnancy. Shit, you really are perfect."

"I try."

Touya pulled you against his chest, staring at the sonogram with your last name. Endeavor was going to stroke.

Two Days Later

Touya pulled out his phone when it buzzed.

Fuyumi: What did you do? Dad just had a heart attack.

Touya to Fuyumi: Did he die?

Fuyumi: No!

Touya to Fuyumi: Then what's the problem?

Natsuo: Nice, bro.

Touya to Natsuo: Thx.

Natsuo: Next time kill the fucker.

Touya to Natsuo: ☠️👍

[princess-of-the-corner]

Lets say this is before the Lov and Chisaki team up, but after Kamino. So far the only members that haven't been affected are Mr. Compress, Magne, Spinner, and Twice. And they now have 4 kids + bonus teenager and are finding out a bunch of stuff. Tomura looks completely different and given he doesn't use hair dye that means a quirk was used to permanently alter his appearance. Which given the circumstances only increases the concern they have for him. Himiko whose parents called her monster (Spinner is doing damage control). Touya Todoroki aka Endeavor's son aka a dead kid???? Which fuck man what even is happening there. The cryptid baby Hawks who has attached themselves to Touya and hasn't said a word.

And the most concerning being Oboro. Because they recognize him. Maybe from a sports festival they once saw but definitely from the news of his death. UA didn't experience tragedy often and Oboro's death was a major thing. They know he died. And given what they know now of the Nomu (Tomura told em) and AFO's quirk? I think Mr. Compress and Magne seriously consider bringing them to UA. They see this as a chance to get both them and the kids out of the villain cycle before it destroys them completely.

Oh yeah they are SO fucking confused like. Obvs they know the group was probably normal kids at some point but goddamn seeing the innocence is killing them.

As for the Nomu thing....

So like It's kind of a thing on i headcanon that most of the group doesn't know exactly on the Nomus. It's something they don't like to think about but when they do think about it they assume more 'corpse harvesting' than 'using living subjects' because one is significantly more fucked than the other

but....

Oh BOY do I think this'd get sus.

Because like. Yeah just.

At least one of them remembers Oboro's name and can use the internet to double check that they're right and oh yeah he uh. He died over a decade ago.

Then there's Toya. Who they know for sure is supposed to be dead as that was Major News™. (Whether this is a more 'canon' where he was 13 or something CC-esque where he was 19 is up in the air)

Now. Himiko they already know her story and Hawks isn't giving them any info (Partly because he's a little cryptid child who doesn't speak much, partly because he thinks they know him already).

But looking up 'Tenko Shimura'...... well. He's supposed to be dead too. Whole family just fucking dusted. And while they /may/ connect Tomura's Quirk/the way Tomura talks about his family/the hands to 'oh some shit went sideways'....... it /is/ odd that that could happen and he'd end up disappearing/assumed dead instead of 'only survivor now sent to foster care'.

And /maybe/ they could make some leaps in logic but given two other scenarios of "presumed dead but shows up with the LoV under a new identity and looking fucked up in some way" they got with Toya/Dabi and Oboro/Kurogiri.........

Well it certainly paints a picture doesn't it?

[mango-bango-bby]

For the 7k event could I request Dabi with ☁️, where his scars are just an awful curse put on by a witch he disrespected as Touya.

♡ Beauty and the Beast ♡

(A/N: Beauty and the Beast has to be one of my favorite Disney movies so I was very excited to write this!! Although I changed up the plot a little bit because I like Dabi with his scars better 😅😅😅 I think they make him who he is *and more attractive 😜*)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, fantasy au, beauty and the beast au, soft!Dabi, ooc Dabi, kissing, kidnapping, insecurity, basically just fluff

Summary: You fall for Dabi despite how he looks (Yan!Dabi x GN!reader)

Prompt List ➸ ♡

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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No one could ever love a beast. No one could love a monster like him. Or at least that’s what he thought. Dabi had been cursed as a teenager as a punishment for him for being ungrateful and shallow. The curse burning his skin, leaving purple and brown burn scars all over his body only connecting it through metal staples.

The curse would only be broke if he got someone to truly love him by a certain year, a single red rose loosing a petal and when the last one fell he would never be able to go back before the curse.

Even after you wandered into his abandoned castle, he knew you’d never be able to love him back. He still kept you though, as if keeping on to a little bit of hope that you could possibly love him back. So he kept you, he eventually found himself falling for you. However you were perfect, and someone like you would never love him back no matter what.

You sit next to him on the balcony of the castle, next to him. He looks over at you, his sharp blue eyes standing out in the dark of the night. The last petal of the rose had fell a couple of months ago. You didn’t love him then, still fearing him and seeing him as a monster who kept you trapped. He would never not be a monster. He would stay a burnt beast.

“You know I’ll never be able to change back, right?” He says in an almost bitter tone, although there is a veil of sadness behind it. It took you a while to break down some of his walls, get him to be comfortable around you with his emotions. You smile softly, scooting closer to him on the bench.

“I know, Dabi” you say earnestly, still having a soft smile on your face. God, you were a fucking angel. You were too good, too kind, too forgiving, too perfect for him. You reach up, gently cupping his face in your hands. Your hands are so soft which is the opposite of his scars and staples.

“I know, but-” you pause as if thinking or nervous about what you were about to say. “I know, but, I- I love you” you say, “I love you like this” you smile, your gaze going over his face, as if you’re indenting his features into your mind.

Dabi stays silent for a moment, trying to hide his shock when you nervously lean in for a kiss. Your lips are so soft against his, only emphasizing the difference between you two.

Beauty and a beast. But even with how unworthy he felt, he was going to keep you with him no matter what. He couldn’t live without you, even if you wouldn’t love him anymore or if you cried, wanting to leave. He would never let you go.

“You’re not a monster” you mumble, pulling away saying what you said as if reading your thoughts. Dabi stays silent for a moment, grabbing your upper arms and pulling you in for another hungry kiss.

“I love you too”

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[moon-is-a-cryptid]

Music Head cannons I have about the bois

✨staring🌟 Katsuki🌟kirishima🌟shinsou🌟shoto🌟dabi🌟

✨Gn!reader no pronouns used ✨

Mentions: sex but otherwise safe 🖤

Katsuki Bakugou

•I fully believe this man listens to music like $uicideBoy$, Freddie Freddie, get scared, and Iprevail

•throw in some Ronnie radke in there

• he listens to heavy metal too

• gets big salty when you don’t let him have the aux cord

• “Oi dumbass give me the fuckin’ Aux”

•unless you have the same music taste as him, he’ll deal with it tho because he loves you but he’ll sulk in the seat till you give it to him

•has a playlist to fuck you to

• he will melt for you if you make him a special playlist

•listens to the playlist when he misses you

Ejirou Kirishima

•I feel like he had a chaotic mix between his middle school Emo days and some upbeat pop songs

•he’s okay with sharing the aux because it gives him a chance to make a playlist for you

•definitely an Ariana Grande fan

• Will usually hand you the aux unless you say otherwise

•will belt the songs with you like you two are in a teenage summer movie

•has a collab playlist with you where you both add songs you think the other would like

Hitoshi shinsou

•this man is a walking my chemical romance cover ??

•he’s Emo as shit so it’s surprising when Kesha starts playing if the aux

•honestly baffling

“Who are you”

“What”

“Who are you and what have you done with toshi”

•man is confused on why he can’t like Kesha

•probably has a playlist to fuck you to

•you two have separate playlists for each other

Shoto Todoroki

• I feel like he would listen mainly to classical or Lo-fi

•likes when you have the aux to expand his music preferences

•does NOT understand the point of the lyrics

•he’s questioning the song

•”how can she set fire to rain, that’s impossible”

• “what did she do? Why are we looking and who made her do it?”

•”if she has junk in her trunk she should probably clean it out”

•you make him a playlist is songs he’s seemed to like that you play which he greatly appreciates

•man will listen to the playlist like it’s the last thing he will ever listen to

Dabi/Touya

•has big angy music

• not metal angry but rock angry I think

• there is no doubt in my mind he has a playlist for sex

•refuses to let you use the aux he is the only one allowed when he’s in the car

• if you make him a playlist he will act like he doesn’t care for it but he really loves it

•sneaking in pop music in his personal playlist to watch his confusion

•bolting when you see him angry of what you put on his playlist

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Your new fic is a delight!!!

I love that Enji only seems to realise that it was Touya at the very last moments of his life, but Shouto knew almost immediately. (Also the fact that Tomura rembered Tenko because of Enji's abuse towards Shouto is just so perfect).

Teenager Tomura, getting forcibly socialised by traumatised brothers whilst trying to build a criminal empire and also being the most functional member of the group, is something that I never knew I needed until now.

Thank you!

Enji is a piece of shit who definitely wouldn't recognize Toya right away even if he weren't already dying at that moment. Shoto on the other hand was never allowed to build relationships with his siblings but wanted to and would know Toya immediately.

And Tomura is just out there doing his fucking best to hold them all together so he can get everything he needs out of them until he's able to properly take up AFO's mantel. But those motherfuckers are certainly making it more difficult than he expected it to be.

Thanks for commenting!

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

And another… like I said addictive.

1.Rockefeller Street (New Nightcore) - Getter Jaani

“Come on, let’s go!” Izuku said, grabbing Tenya’s hand. He dragged the taller teen along as Ocahko laughed, carrying the bag.

“It’s time for fun Tenya!” Ochako told him. She was dressed in black, much like the others.

“Should we really be excited for this…” Tenya wondered out loud.

“Why wouldn’t we be?” Izuku asked rehtorically. “Aren’t you ready for some fun?”

“...” Tenya looked at the pictures on the walls, showing the ‘fall’ of heroes. He stared at the one about his brother. “I am,” he decided. “Whose first?”

“Police station,” Ochako said, pulling out the masks and bats from her bag.

2.Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door -Blakwall

Izuku buried his face into his legs, breathing shakily.

Blood on his hands. A civilian staring up at him with glassy eyes.

An accident, they patted his back. We can deal with it. Don’t worry.

Izuku rocked back and forth, his eyes clenched tightly. He couldn’t do this. Couldn’t go out again, could’t face the world outside his own. Couldn’t-

“Izuku?” Keigo opened the door. Izuku didn’t look up. The older hero moved into the dark room, sitting beside his little brother. “It… it wasn’t-”

“I should have looked,” Izuku choked. He lifted his head from his knees, tears beginning to trickle down his face. “I should have seen.”

“He got in the way. Civilians shouldn’t be that close to hero fights,” Keigo said.

“I killed an innocent man.” Izuku whimpered. Keigo didn’t have a come back for that, so he simply lifted his arm, letting the crying child bury himself into his side, a red wing wrapping around Izuku.

He would protect his brother for one night, while his memories were to fresh.

3.Badass -NEFFEX

Shouto watched with wide eyes as Izumi flipped off the roof to land a firm kick in the face of Stain. He hadn’t even realized she was there until she was on him, her kick sending him flying back. She scoffed and flipped her hair. It was dangerous to have it down, Shouto thought with his memories filled of his mother being yanked by her hair.

But seeing her spin, a kick causing Stain to loose his sword, he saw it for what it was. A taunt, a mocking moment. A brutal thrust in in the face as she showed off her skills. She couldn’t be caught even with her hair down. No one could touch her.

“God she’s so beautiful,” Shouto said, as Izumi kicked Stain right between the legs. Tenya and Native looked at Shouto as once.

“... teenagers,” Native muttered as Tenya grumbled about allomantics.

4.Middle Finger- Bohnes

“FUCK THE COMMISSION!” is a tag appearing around town. It’s followed by large murals with lists of ‘crimes’ the Hero Public Safety Commission has done.

No one takes it seriously. Not until a dark haired man holds up a bank and confesses to being Todoroki Touya who had run away from home after a training accident nearly killed him. Until Todoroki Natsuo spoke about his missing younger brother. Until Todoroki Fuyumi screamed from the top of her lungs.

People began taking it seriously.

More murals, more tags appeared, all listing crimes. Death Arms took bribes, Uwambi was more about fame then heroics, Ms Joke was a serial harasser, UA board had MLA sympathizers, the MLA was still around- it was everywhere.

A group of teenagers smiled at the chaos, the missing youngest Todoroki blowing a bubble with his gum as he glanced over his sunglasses.

“Whose next boss?” Sero asked Midoriya who smiled in reply.

5.Too Sweet -Hozier

Izuku watched as Shinsou moved through the bar like the purple haired boy was born to it. Izuku scoffed, sipping his coffee. He was on the clock, and alcohol damaged his thinking progress.

“Ah, Dekiru,” Shinsou smiled, sitting beside Izuku without a care.

“Siren,” Izuku said, lifting a hand to the underground hero who didn’t even flinch.

“Thought I’d find you here,” the hero had a sly smirk appearing on his face. Izuku rolled his eyes.

“I’m always here Siren. What do you want?”

“A date,” Shinsou said. Izuku snorted.

“You’re to sweet for me Siren,” Izuku told the man.

“You sure about that?” Shinsou asked, leaning towards the information broker.

“You’re a hero,” Izuku said. “Underground or not, you’re much to sweet for me,” he gave a poisonous smile to the other man. “Now, either buy info or get out.”

He didn’t have time to deal with hero types when there was information to gather, no matter how handsome the hero was. None of them fit in with his world.

Not anymore.

6.Kiss -Prince

“You sure about this?” Touya asked his little brother’s friend, inbetween hot kisses.

“If you ask me that again-” Izuku threatened. Touya chuckled, going back to kissing the other man. Ever since Natsuo started coming home with the green haired man, Touya had noticed him. At first it was just realizing others could be Quirkless like Natsuo and not come from a fucked up situation where two Quirks basically cancelled themselves out.

Then it was with a little more interest when the kid, at the time, had figured out how he could use his Quirk for longer. The kid ended up figuring out Touya’s hidden ice Quirk, hidden by how strong his flames were. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough he no longer overheated.

He got into UA with a grin on his face.

Izuku did to, though he ended up in support. Natsuo fought to get in to, and aced the management courses.

So how did it end up with Touya pinning the younger man down?

Well, it all started with a kiss, drunken maybe, but it still started with one.

And it wasn’t one to regret.

7.Best Friend’s Brother -Victorious Cast

“So… you have a crush on Touya,” Ocahko told her best friend. Izuku jumped, flushing.

“No I don’t!” he shook his head.

“Don’t what?” Natsuo said, showing up behind his friends. Ochako smirked, but Izuku’s scowl had her raising her hands.

“Teasing him about a crush,” she told the white haired teen. Natsuo raised an eyebrow.

“The one on Touya?”

“Seriously?!” Izuku asked. Natsuo shrugged.

“You’re pretty obvious dude. I mean, it’s only about a four year difference so it’s not that weird if you go for it.” Natsuo pointed out. “We are eighteen.”

“That just sounds creepy.” Ochako mused.

“It does,” Izuku said to Natsuo who shrugged.

“Well it’s true. And I don’t mind. You’d be my brother in law,” Natsuo laughed. Izuku shoved away from his laughing friends.

Traitors, he didn’t tease them about their crushes.

8.What’s my Name -Descendants Cast

“What’s MY NAME!?” Izuku screamed, throwing his head back with a laugh. Toga laughed, dancing as she followed Izuku through the carnage the Nomus were causing. Dabi and Tomura were watching from the roofs as Mr. Compress blended in with the fleeing civilians. Spinner was running through the heroes, cutting down the ones they marked as targets. Twice had his doubles everywhere.

“DEKU!” a voice shouted, and Izuku paused. He turned around, flashing a smile at seeing a blonde man.

“Hello Kacchan, have you learned your lesson about my name yet?” Izuku pulled out a knife. “Or do I need to remind you again?”

9.Villain -Neoni

Her Quirk scared people. It always had scared them, and she felt the crawling of her mind as she tried to hold it in. She couldn’t let it out. Couldn’t cause more harm.

It was all her fault, her powers. All her fault daddy left. Mommy hated her, said she was ruining things for her. How awful a child she was.

No relief at school from the screams of her mother. Only taunts of villain, freak. Monster. Of Bakugou using his Quirk to keep her in line, the perfect hero in the making as he brought her down to her knees.

She had hope though. She could free herself. It was right around the corner, she just-

“That’s what you deserve Deku,” Bakugou laughed as Izumi stared at the pile of ash that had been her essay to UA. Her promise of skill and talent. Destroyed with no time to change it back. Izumi looked up at Bakugou and bared her teeth. Her skin bubbled.

Her hope was gone. Her last chance.

Her eyes turned black.

-

“In a case of extreme Quirk discrimination, young Midoriya Izumi has gone on a rampage killing several classmates and her own mother. The young Midoriya possessed the Quirk Demon which let her transform into a demonic like being, and due to this…”

10.Do It Like a Girl - Morgan St. Jean

Shouto swallowed as he stared at Izumi. Part of how she was allowed to attend UA was to let her do dances still. She practised her movements often in gym then. Shouto kew many people tended to stare at… certain parts of her, and he’d be lying if he didn’t linger at those areas either, but his eyes were always drawn into the power she held. Balancing on a toe, perfectly in balance. Holding herself on the bar to do midair splits.

“I’m so jealous, she looks so good,��� Hagakure whined.

“She’s powerful,” Shouto said out loud. Bakugou scoffed.

“Deku?” he said snidely.

“You try what she’s doing,” Shouto said, ready for a very funny show.

He got one.

[ebonysficcollection]

BNHA Fic Recs: Family/Friendship Feels

make this feel like home by carolinaa

The Todoroki siblings all come together for Christmas for the first time in years when they hear that Endeavor will be out of town during the break. Very painful, but also the most realistic depiction of estranged siblings that clearly love each other, but don't know how to act around each other. Fantastically written, and it's told from Natsuo's perspective, which is a refreshing take on this genre of Todoroki family recovery fics.

Tickets to the Todoroki Trauma Drama Are Buy 1 Get 1 Free by miniongrin

Touya and Fuyumi are twins and get body-swapped and learn about the lives they've developed since being separated and grow closer as a result. Fucking hysterical, great characterization of Fuyumi specifically, and surprisingly sweet and sad when it wants to be.

journey to the past by aloneintherain

When Izuku's classmates are pro heroes, they time travel back to when Izuku was little and save him from villain attacks repeatedly over the course of his life. This is heartbreakingly sweet. It shows all of Izuku's baggage and loneliness while simultaneously giving us the best friend bonding that is Pro Hero Class A playing with baby Deku. It's like getting an ice cream after getting decked in the nose.

Confusion by bortzy

Todoroki and Kirishima bonding over being gay. That's kind of it, but it's cute. I like Kirishima and Todoroki being friends. It's just uncomplicated friend stuff.

Movin' Out by momojirounation

Todoroki and Yaoyorozu not knowing how to function so they ask their partners for help. Very cute and funny, I love platonic Todomomo, and also they're both autistic, which is just--yes.

i. shaky hands by rexcorvidae

Izuku has chronic pain on account of being the human embodiment of poor impulse control, so Dadzawa steps in and helps him deal with it. It's just nice. It's just nice seeing people treating Izuku well. It's vicarious catharsis.

If We're Being Honest by thequeenofwhump

Class 1A is hit with a truth quirk that causes them to spout "fucking word vomit" for almost a month, and because no one can lie, all the couples get together in, like, the first chapter, and it's great. It's hilarious, especially the internal narration of the characters, and there's a lot of really good friendship moments between everyone involved, and I do mean everyone. It's not just the usual angst-ridden characters like Todoroki and Bakugou. I have a whole review typed up for this bad boy, but I'd say it's worth a read.

Imperceptible by lunarecrypt

A Hagakure-centric fic was something I did not know I needed, but now I'm glad I have it. Hagakure needs stealth advice from Todoroki, and she finds out the barest bones of his backstory and why he is the way he is. I always love fics about less popular characters, and I especially love them when they're told from the perspective of an underappreciated character. I really like Hagakure, and I wish there was more available content about her.

Terrible Twos by PotterheadAvengerDemigod

Midoriya is hit with a Quirk that de-ages him back to when he's four years old, and since Bakugou is the only person he knows and remembers, Bakugou has to babysit him. Tooth-rottingly adorable and features Bakugou struggling not to swear in the presence of innocent baby Deku, lest his friends hit him over the head with a rolled up newspaper. It's great, fucking love it.

all according to keikaku................. by carolinaa

Kirishima gets sick of Midoriya and Todoroki's pining, so he decides to flirt with Todoroki in an attempt to not-so-subtly force Midoriya to confess by taking advantage of Midoriya's competitive streak. The characterization is really solid and features teenagers being teenagers, with all the hell that is high school put on full display. I just love it when class 1A is depicted as just the most Gen Z kids to ever exist. This fic is almost literally every conversation I've overheard or been apart of in homework group study sessions. It's great.

(Honestly, just go read everything by this author).

bff (brother friend forever) by carolinaa

A collection of snapshots showing Iida and Uraraka's friendship, where they're really just bratty siblings that love each other just so much. As always with this author, great writing style, fantastic characterization, and hit me in the fucking feels.

(Seriously. Read everything by this author. Especially if you want good Erasermic and Todo-family fics).

[theotherhalfoftheshell]

Would anyone like to hear some thoughts on "Would've, Could've, Should've" and how it relates to Dabi, cause I've got thoughts

(Bare with me some of its a mild stretch with the original meaning of the song in place)

If I was some paint, did it splatter

On a promising grown man?

And if I was a child, did it matter

If you got to wash your hands?

Did Touyas faulty quirk throw that much shame on Endeavors legacy? Did his death matter that much when he just swept it under the rug?

All I used to do was pray

Would've, could've, should've

If you'd never looked my way

I would've stayed on my knees

If he'd only looked at Touya, given him that attention again. Touyas constant thoughts of if he was only better, stronger then Endeavor would love him again.

And I damn sure never would've danced      with the devil

At nineteen

And the God's honest truth is that the  pain was heaven

And now that I'm grown, I'm scared of  ghosts Memories feel like weapons

And now that I know, I wish you'd left me wondering

Everything about the chorus, just this teenage Touya waking up from a coma and being thrown into the underground because everyone thought he'd died AND NOTHING CHANGED. Learning to love the pain because it's all he's got left to prove to himself he isn't dead. Tormented by his past but deciding to haunt them instead. That regret he must feel deep down, only wishing he was good enough for Endeavor and knowing even his death wasn't enough.

If you never touched me, I would've

Gone along with the righteous

If I never blushed, then they could've

Never whispered about this

Its the abuse, he would've followed Endeavor anywhere if he'd been a better father. I take the blush as the bruises and burns that people had to have noticed.

And if you never saved me from boredom

I could've gone on as I was

But, Lord, you made me feel important

And then you tried to erase us

Yeah Touya could've been a fucking Kid but Endeavor told him that he was his heir, the legacy that would take out all might, until he wasn't perfect and Endeavor replaced him, Erased him as far as Touya was concerned.

God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be

The tomb won't close, stained glass              windows in my mind

I regret you all the time

I can't let this go, I fight with you in my sleep

The wound won't close, I keep on waiting for a sign

I regret you all the time

Touyas tomb can't close, his wounds literally won't close, all he gets to do is fight with his demons and regret the past.

If clarity's in death, then why won't this        die?

He's already died why does it still hurt that he's not the heir Endeavor wanted? Why didn't it stop the abuse?

Years of tearing down our banners, you and I

Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts

All he's done since being reborn is plan how to ruin Endeavor, looking for the best way to hurt him.

Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first.

GIVE. HIM. BACK. HIS. CHILDHOOD.

Legitimately I just see him screaming this line with the same passion as 'the past never dies' he deserved a happy childhood.

[thatforgottenbasilisk]

coming out of my grave and ive been doing just fine

Words: 2605 (AO3)

Summary:

Statement of Todoroki Touya, regarding the healing properties of dirt. Original Statement given 12 October, 2XXX. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement begins.

For Whumptober 2023 Day 25, Prompt #2: Buried Alive

The tape recorder is clicked on.

Statement of Todoroki Touya, regarding the healing properties of dirt. Original Statement given 12 October, 2XXX. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement begins.

I'm assuming that you've never been dead before.

Maybe that's a stupid assumption, maybe you've been dead a dozen times, I don't know your life and I really don't care about it, either. Point is, for the sake of argument, let's pretend that you don't know what being dead is like.

It might be different, depending on how you died, but for me it felt like I was choking. Drowning, maybe.

Fire takes up oxygen, see. It's one of the first things you learn about fires, fire safety, all that shit. It's one of the first things I was taught about my quirk- don't overuse it, or else it'll take up all your air. He was right, of course, he always is, because of course I overused it and of course that's how I fucking bit it. Drowned to death on dry land.

The fire didn't help, either. It burned down my throat and up my lungs, made it so I couldn't breathe even if there was anything to breathe. I was dead in the water the minute I lost control of my goddamned quirk, even if I somehow managed to get somewhere there wasn't any smoke and there wasn't any flame.

I was choking for a long time after that. I remember trying desperately to breathe, long after the world went dark and silent and I was sure that I was dead already. I remember something being shoved down my throat, I remember trying to breathe around it- even though air was being shoved directly into my lungs, it wasn't right. It wasn't... it wasn't anything, it wasn't keeping me alive, I was already dead. Air would not and could not save me, and yet I kept gasping for it, kept choking and drowning and desperately clawing for just a taste of oxygen, just for a split second, as though winning that one quest in futility would finally allow me to survive.

It didn't. I never did get that last gasp of air, not before everything finally went still.

When I woke up, I found that all my fear, all my wild and pathetic desperation was... for nothing. I was living just fine without any air at all. I just couldn't see, or do anything, and for a moment I was content with that. I was happy with that, with the idea of a rest. I hadn't had that in a very long time.

I grew bored and restless, as any teenager would. Eventually, I decided at last that it was, in fact, necessary to crawl out of the place that kept me safe and whole, that allowed me to finally catch a moment's peace. I was grateful to it, don't get me wrong, I loved the dirt as I would my own flesh and blood, because it nursed me back to life, it handed me respite like it was easy for it to do. Still, I felt that I still had something left to do, so I had to crawl my way out.

When I was able to open my eyes, I found that I had been entombed in a shallow grave, in a place that I had never seen or been to before. Around me were similarly makeshift burial plots, all of the right size to be hosting teenagers my own age or younger children. Their graves were all unmoving, and I knew that they were dead, dead in a way that I could not yet be. I had a purpose, I knew that the moment I saw them, because there had to be a reason that I, of all people, was chosen to rise again. The Earth must have chosen me.

The Earth is healing. It allows for rest, when it is sorely needed.

These children did not need rest.

I knew what I was, then. I didn't have much memory of my past back then, when I first awoke, but I knew what I was meant to do. I knew that life was breathed back into me for the simple purpose of vengeance. It's what I was made for, it's what I was born for, born from the flesh and from the grave alike for that one, single, shining purpose. I was made to exact revenge on those who hurt the defenseless, the children, those who beat them down into the Earth, where they lie sleeping peacefully when they should still be running and screaming and alive, living in the way that I could no longer, because even though I can walk and talk I am not the same as I was before. I will never be the same as I was before. I am, and will always be, missing some part of me that is essential to the human kind of life.

The Earth has filled in that gap for me, but I can still feel the hole that death has left in me. I can feel the seams, the ridges in my soul where I stop and the Earth begins. I will never be the same as I once was. I will never be alive like I once was.

I had to find whoever it was that buried me. I had to find him, because he was the same man who buried the others, who forced the Earth to give rise to me so I could stop it all from happening.

It wasn't difficult to do. I don't think he anticipated anybody getting out of their graves, not after we were buried. Maybe we weren't meant to be there for long, maybe he wasn't meant to be where he was for long. Maybe he moved around often, I don't know. I still don't know how long I was dead, only that it couldn't have been too long, because my siblings all look exactly the same as I remember them- but we're not there yet. When I found the man who buried me, I still had no idea who I was, still had no idea that I even had siblings.

The man was a Doctor. That's all anybody called him, "Doctor," said with the same kind of reverence that you'd give to someone holy. He wasn't holy, though, he wasn't sacred, he was not of the Earth. He was not of any kind of god.

There was some kind of tiredness about him, one that could not be seen just by looking at him. He had been avoiding his rest for a long time, longer than anybody should. Humans are only meant to go on for so long before they grow tired, before they need to be returned to the dirt from where they rose, and that Doctor had been running for far too long. It would have been unnatural, were it not a product of a pure and desperate need to keep going, the same kind that I had once seen in myself, the need to improve, to impress, the need to be better and do better for those who are better than you.

Looking into his face was like looking into my own eyes. Looking at the man who towered over him was akin to looking at my own father, a man who I did not even remember until that very moment.

The Doctor spotted me at the same time I laid eyes on him. I knew it was him, I knew he was the one who killed the others in my graveyard, but I don't know if he recognized me at first. He looked confused for a moment, hesitated in whatever he was saying to the towering man, which caused him to turn and look at me too. I knew I wasn't much of a sight, fourteen years old and practically a twig still, no growth spurt in sight, more faint scar tissue than skin. I had a tremble about me, I'd had it for years, and I'm sure I looked even more pathetic in the stained hospital-issue clothes that were just as caked in mud as the rest of me.

"Oh? And who is this young man, Doctor?" The towering man asked, amusement clear in his voice. He was making a mockery of me, not that it was hard to do. Not that I was visibly anything more than a mockery of myself. I would have been angry at that, once; but the part of me that would have risen to the bait was replaced with the calming Earth, and I did not react.

The Doctor squinted at me in confusion, before he finally murmured, half to himself and half aloud, "The Todoroki boy?"

The towering man's attitude changed in an instant. He clearly saw me as no more a threat than the average wall decoration, because he turned his back to me to hiss, "You told me the Todoroki boy was dead."

The Doctor's mustache began to tremble ever-so-slightly, like the whiskers of a terrified rat, and he replied in a strangely subdued voice, "He is dead, Sensei. I can show you the camera footage and the paperwork, I worked on him myself, an asset like that..." He trailed off, for a moment, before clearing his throat and continuing. "There will be hell to pay for whoever was involved with falsifying his death, I can assure you."

The towering man, Sensei, nodded. He glanced back at me again, and took a breath to speak. I interrupted him before he even began a sentence.

"You were right the first time, Doctor. I am dead." My voice was scratchy with disuse, but the hallway was so quiet that I was audible anyway. It nearly echoed, with how silent it was after that, neither the Doctor nor Sensei saying a word for a moment.

Then, strangely, Sensei began to laugh. Not a quiet thing, either, but a loud, booming laugh, like the clap of thunder in the middle of a storm, multiplied by the silence of everything else around him. He laughed like it was choking him, like he could hardly breathe around it, until finally it died in volume and allowed him to breathe again. Sensei seemed like he needed to rest, too; he had a similar kind of tiredness as the Doctor, but different; his was a kind that the Earth did not want to assuage. He had been running from the Earth's rest, and I am sure that he is running still; he twisted himself away from the grip of humanity, though, and so he was not and is not any of my concern.

"Who told you that?" Sensei asked me, back to that same amused, mocking tone. I did not rise to his bait. I did not get angry, because I don't have the energy for that. Not anymore.

"The grave did. I needed to rest." There was only truth in what I was saying, and I think that Sensei and the Doctor were slowly realizing that.

"Why aren't you still resting, then?" Sensei asked, more seriously now.

"The Earth needed me. I was born to deal the revenge that it cannot. Your Doctor needs to rest." The Doctor paled when he heard me, and Sensei glanced between him and me for a moment before he continued to speak.

"I'm assuming that he won't be walking around after. You seem... unique." Sensei observed, and I only nodded. The Doctor paled further, and Sensei had a grim expression on his face. He seemed to think, for a moment, before he turned to face the Doctor again.

"In the beginning of our agreement, I told you that there were certain things I could not protect you from. This is one of them. The consequence of your own failures is beyond me, even more the method by which it's come back to bite you. I am grateful for your services over these past two centuries, Doctor Ujiko Daruma. May your eternal rest be as peaceful as any other." Sensei turned back to me, and stepped to the side, almost as though he was presenting my victim to me.

"He's all yours, Todoroki Touya. May we never have reason to cross paths again." Sensei nodded to me, in the same kind of respectful nod that a man gives a colleague, and started walking down the hallway past me.

Ujiko's death was quick. His age made it easy, his unconscious need to rest overpowered him more thoroughly than I ever could.

When I dragged him to the shallow grave that had once been mine, the dirt had parted to accommodate. I threw him in without fanfare, and he was swallowed by the Earth as he was meant to be so long ago. While he was being taken, while I was doing the deed, my memories were coming back slowly, as though it was one at a time- when it was done, then and only then did I feel rage again.

The Doctor wasn't personal, not really. I mean, I was mad on behalf of those kids, but I never knew them. When I remembered who I was truly meant to exact revenge on, it was like I'd crawled my way out of another grave; there was some numbness that was gone, there was a fire stoked in me again, and I had only just realized that I'd missed it. I only knew I'd been numb when I felt sensation again.

My father was the man who made sure that I burned myself out. My father was the one who drowned me in expectation, in fear, in loneliness and in pain. He was the one who drove me into the Earth. He was the one who was doing the same to my mother, my brothers, and my sister.

He needs to rest, same as that Doctor. I need to put him in the ground myself.

I need to kill that bastard before he murders any more of my family. I have to protect them. The Earth loves them, because it loves me, so it will help him rest. I'm sure of it.

Statement ends.

- Well, this certainly was an interesting Statement. It's clear that Mr. Todoroki was taken by the Buried after his alleged death, when he immediately proceeded to murder a... questionably legal underground doctor? Everything on Ujiko Daruma, or Daruma Ujiko, is from three hundred years ago, but considering that there was quite a bit on how he was "tired" and "had been running from the Earth," I would not doubt it if I were told that this is the same man.

- This Statement was sent here from Tokyo about two years ago on request from a Researcher who has since left, so this was lost in the shuffle, to the point it was never even translated into English. Until now, that is, but I'd hardly call myself an "official" source... ugh. As for what's happened in the two years since this Statement was given, if we are assuming that Todoroki Touya was the eldest son of the Pro Hero Endeavor- and while that is quite the assumption, it's also- wait, never mind on my defense, I've just got it involuntarily confirmed by Beholding. Either way, this Statement-giver did, in fact, end up killing his father as he intended to do. He, along with his mother and siblings, were reported missing at the scene of the crime and have not been seen since.

- End recording.

The tape recorder is clicked off.

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I still can't believe people forgive Enji for his abuse, then look over at Bakugo and say the opposite. It completely baffles me how people can see these two characters (one an abuser and one a bully), and EVER compare their actions to one another.

Bakugo may have said and done terrible things to Deku, but keep in mind how he was raised - he was praised for his quirk, so from the start he had an ego and everyone fed into it. Then, we know for a fact he despises how self-sacrificing Deku is despite being quirkless. And he also felt that Deku was looking down on him, because everyone saw him as 'strong' and self-reliable while Deku was literally the only one to give out a hand to him and ask if he was alright. So he tried pushing Deku away, only to end up going as far as saying he should just go jump off a roof if he wanted a quirk that badly...and Bakugo ends up realizing what an ass he is, even apologizing for everything despite Deku already 'forgiving' him. He realizes his mistakes, and he's still a teenager so he has a lot of room to grow compared to an adult. In a lot of ways, he is just as much of a victim as Deku is (for opposite reasons obviously but he's still effected by the hero system).

But Enji? He should already know better, because he is an adult. He forced Rei into marrying him, forced her to have kids, and all because he wanted a 'successor' to surpass All Might. He never truly loved his wife or kids, the closest he ever had to anything being with Touya until he became a 'failure'. And keep in mind, all of his other kids were not forced through r*pe...but Shoto was. Shoto is literally a r*pe baby, a last-ditch effort to produce something 'successful'. And all for his own selfish desires. Then Rei went insane and gave Shoto his scar, and Enji just threw her into the hospital as if she was disposable. Then, he severely abused Shoto for years to 'train' him...if we remember, when Shoto was only 5 we see Enji literally hit him so hard that he doubles over and vomits on the floor. And yeah, he does try to make up for everything...but not even Touya's death caused him to change, it was only when he finally became the #1 Hero (and even then he bitched about it because he got it through All Might retiring instead of actually beating him in a fight).

So I'm sorry, but these two characters cannot ever be compared to one another. I get it if anyone hates either of them, what they did cannot easily be forgiven...but saying Bakugo is the same as Enji? In what world can what he did be compared to everything Enji did? And Bakugo is still a teenager, he's allowed a bit of wiggle room to figure things out. Enji does not deserve that same courtesy in the slightest, because he's already an adult and should have known better long ago to not fuck around and find out.

When people forgive one, but not the other...and even start blaming the victims (especially Touya)...I'm sorry, but that's messed up. Abuse apologists will forever be on my shit list.

endeavor apologists are nuts, cause now we’re going to have to have the same convos with anime only as the convos people were having way back when the todoroki abuse was really delved into. people saying “touya had it better” “he was given choices” “enji was being a good dad, he didn’t want touya to hurt himself” like??? bro “didn’t want touya to hurt himself” in the same way a flame doesn’t want to be put out. enji completely neglected touya and pushed him onto rei so he didn’t have to face the responsibility himself. sure, maybe deep down enji the father didn’t want his son to hurt himself but we all know he was upset that touya wouldn’t be able to accomplish what he was born to do. touya todoroki wasn’t a loved child that enji cared about. he was a failure, his first failure among 3 others until he forced rei to have shoto. that’s why his name means “arrow” because his only purpose was to surpass endeavor the hero and all might his rival. enji todoroki is a coward who abused his whole family, including touya. enji todoroki is a selfish man who only wanted children and wife so he could get what he wanted. fuck enji, fuck endeavor.