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Izuku, talking about his therapy session: and hound dog said that not all social interactions have to be stressful and anxiety inducing, or have some greater meaning hidden amongst them
Izuku: like, what? Am I just supposed to talk to people? About what? My life? No one wants that sob story
Shouto: *nodding in agreement*
Shouto: people will ask you to tell them about yourself, but they don’t specify. Do you want to know why my father doesn’t love me, or my favorite food?
Shouto: and the funny thing is that my father doesn’t even know the answer to either of those questions
Izuku 🤝Shouto
Mic, on the phone: I’m going to need two- no. Three emergency mental health counseling sessions for Midoriya izuku, Todoroki Shouto, and also myself
#the conversations i have with myself#my 3am conversations are top notch#bnha#mha#incorrect mha quotes#incorrect my hero academia quotes#mha incorrect quotes#bnha incorrect quotes#incorrect bnha quotes#midoirya izuku#todoroki shouto#dadmic#yamadad#therapy with hound dog#therapy with shouto#keeping up with the todorokis#izuku problem child midoriya
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One Moment of Forever
Todoroki Shouto x Reader Word count: 1,786 Summary: When Shouto is forced to take a break from work due to a quirk injury, the two of you decide to go on a camping trip to your favorite lakeside spot.
Genre: Fluff, established relationships, camping, nature therapy, pet names (love) Note: My entry for andypantsx3’s pretty boy summer collab. This fic is also a part of the @ficsforgaza initiative - thank you so much to those who sponsored it!! 💖💖💖 Check out my list of WIP's here! This is my first time writing Shouto, not sure I got him exactly right…
Your oar slips through the water, near-silent. The air is full of the song of birds. A couple take off from a tree, weaving between each other in a dance, their wings skirting the water of the river before they land in a tree on the opposite bank. You can’t help but smile at the scene.
Water laps at the bow of the canoe. Behind you, Shouto is quiet. Content with just sitting in silence, enjoying the early morning. It’s one of the things you love about him. He’s just as happy in a comfortable silence as he is listening to you talk. He doesn’t mind either way.
Leaves rustle on the riverbank and a doe steps out from the undergrowth, moving towards the river to drink. You suck in a quiet breath as first one fawn, then a second, follow the doe. They’re small, their legs still unmanageable, white spots bright against tawny fur. You can’t imagine them being more than a few days old.
Shouto shifts behind you, steering the canoe further towards the opposite bank in an attempt to keep the doe from bolting. Your head swivels as you slowly drift by, watching the fawns nurse, their little tails wiggling happily. When you deem them at a safe distance, you turn fully, beaming at Shouto.
“So cute!” you whisper.
He responds with a soft smile. “Very.”
You look at him for a moment. It’s early enough that the sky is still a gorgeous display of orange and pink, rising sun hidden behind the trees. The light limns him with gold. Despite having lived together for years, you are still occasionally struck by just how beautiful he is. Especially at moments like this, outlined in soft morning gold, a gentle breeze playing with his hair. He looks ethereal, like some immortal being from a fairytale.
Shouto tilts his head, puzzled.
“Is everything alright, love?”
You smile at him.
“Yeah. Just admiring the view.”
You have Bakugou to thank for this experience, you reflect as you pull the canoe onto the narrow strip of sand surrounding the lake. He was the one who introduced Shouto to camping long before the two of you met; and he was the one who introduced both of you to this campsite. It’s one of your favorite places to spend a few days off with Shouto. It’s small, but very well kept. Top tier amenities. And being a campsite specifically for pro heroes and their families, it requires reservations, meaning it’s never crowded. Any heroes you’ve run into on your previous stays would do a brief smile and nod -at most a moment of small talk- before they move on. They want to relax and unwind just as much as the two of you do. No one wants to talk about work.
This time, though, the campsite is empty except for you and Shouto. You were lucky -so to speak- that Shouto’s quirk-strain happened during the off season or the place would’ve been fully booked. He’s on strict orders to only use his quirk for emergencies and to spend his time off in rest and relaxation. And this campsite is the most relaxing vacation spot you’ve come across so far.
Clouds blow in later in the morning, the gentle pitter-patter of rain steady against your tent. Shouto has dozed off while you read, his breathing soft and even. Every breath weaves together with the sound of the rain, with the smell of petrichor. You find it difficult to keep your eyes open. Then Shouto rolls onto his side, one arm draping around your middle. He pulls you closer, face pressing into your neck. His body is sleep-warm, his arm laying heavily over you.
You can’t resist anymore. “Fine!” you mumble, putting your book away and settling in for a nap.
Shouto mumbles something in reply, pressing a gentle kiss against your throat.
The rain has stopped by the time you wake. Shouto is still asleep, molded against your back, clinging to you as he usually does. He once confessed while only half awake that he worried you would leave. That someone would steal you away. The confession happened years ago; you’ve shown him time and again that you’re not going anywhere, that this unknown someone would have to drag you away kicking and screaming. And still he clings to you like a burr while asleep. You don’t really mind, though. If that is what he needs to sleep peacefully, then you’re more than happy to relax into his warm embrace. It makes you feel treasured and safe. And you’ve grown so accustomed to Shouto’s arms around you that you find it difficult to sleep when he isn’t next to you.
Shouto stirs. You more feel than hear the soft groan he lets out as he wakes. Almost as if his body is fighting to stay asleep. He pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder.
“What time is it?” he mumbles, voice rough from sleep.
“About 2,” you reply, rolling over to press your face into Shouto’s neck. “You can go back to sleep if you want.”
“No,” he replies, sounding more awake. “If I do, I will be unable to sleep tonight. I would rather spend my time with you.”
You spend a while cuddling, talking, basking in each others’ company. Something you both feel doesn’t happen nearly often enough in your daily lives. Then you carry on with your day.
The ground is slick under your feet. Each step you take is carefully measured. You’d forgotten just how steep part of the trail looping around the lake is. A hike right after a rainfall wasn’t your brightest idea. Still, the view is amazing.
You pause at the top of the last hill, wiping your brow. The lake spreads out in front of you, waters reflecting the gray skies. You can see your tent by the beach, a splash of red amongst green. It reminds you of the first ripe berry on a bush.
The thought of berries makes your stomach growl. It’s almost time for dinner.
You turn to Shouto. He looks completely unbothered by the ascent, not a hint of a flush on his face, his breathing calm and even. It’s unfair sometimes, how effortless physical exertion can be for him. At the same time you’re quite satisfied not having to fight villains on a regular basis.
“Ready for the last stretch?” you ask.
Shouto just nods.
You start down the hill, every step careful. Turning your head, to take one last peek at the view.
And then you slip.
Your back instantly collides with Shouto’s chest, his arms coming up to steady you. He seems as solid as a boulder, waiting patiently as you get your feet back under you. You have half a mind to just sag in his arms and demand he carry you back down the trail. You know he would do it in a heartbeat. But he’s meant to rest.
“Are you alright, love?” he asks when you don’t move.
You sigh in defeat, finally standing up straight. “I’m fine,” you say, looking back at him. “Just surprised.”
Shouto returns your gaze, lips pressed tight with silent concern. You look at him for a moment, before your eyes flick to the sky behind him. The clouds are the same steely-gray hue as his right eye. You can almost see them roll as they’re blown away. The sky should be clear soon.
The sun breaks out almost as if on cue, slanted early-evening rays highlighting the soft waves on the lake, the water sparkling. You point it out to Shouto.
“A quick dip before dinner?” you ask.
Shouto just looks at you for a moment. “It will not be too cold for you?”
You scoff. “Only one way to find out!”
You stare into the glowing embers of the campfire, a blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders.
The dip in the lake was a less-than-great idea. Despite being heated from the hike, and despite making sure your hair stayed dry, you can still feel the chill of the water. It wasn’t too bad as long as you kept moving. Still, you’re happy that the two of you decided on spicy curry for dinner tonight.
Shouto shifts next to you.
“How are you feeling, love?” he asks.
“Better,” you reply. “Still a bit cold, but the hot food is helping.”
“Would you like to come on a brief walk with me?” he asks.
You look at him for a moment. “To where? It’s almost dark.”
A smile tugs at the corner of Shouto’s lips. “To the store by the office. I thought an after dinner treat might be in order.”
You stand, beginning to put out the fire. “Better hurry then, they close soon.”
The little store run by the office is stocked with a few necessities and of course snacks. But you notice something you haven’t seen before on your way to the till. Fireworks.
You stop, tugging on Shouto’s sleeve. Pointing at the small display, you ask, “Wanna get some sparklers?”
The two of you take the sparklers down to the beach, and -much to your protest- Shouto lights them with his quirk, claiming that such a small effort it would be no hindrance in his recovery.
You both crouch on the sand, watching the sparklers burn. Peeking at Shouto for a moment, you find his focus trained on the sparkler in his hand, the sparks reflecting in his eyes. You look away again, trying your best to curb your laughter. He is like a little kid sometimes, behaving like he is experiencing something for the very first time. It’s one of the many things you love about him.
You sit still long after the last sparkler has died out, pressed against Shouto’s warmer side, his arm looped around your back. The lake is quiet, the reflections of stars bobbing on its soft waves. You turn your face skyward, a silent breath escaping you at the beauty above. Turning to Shouto, you see the stars reflected in his eyes, much like the sparklers did earlier.
Burrowing closer against him, you press a kiss to his cheek.
“I’m happy we came here,” you say, laying your head on his shoulder, “even if it was because of your injury.”
Shouto hum in agreement, then you feel his lips brush against the top of your head.
The two of you sit for a while longer, watching the stars, enjoying the quiet night.
We should make sure to spend more time like this, you think. The two of you enjoying each other’s company. Watching the world go by.
One moment of forever with him.
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I love the subversion of expectations in My Hero Academia. There's Torodoki Shouto, who seems like a cold-hearted and cruel kid until you realize he actually just doesn't know how to Human™ and his real personality is a sassy marshmallow. Once you realize he's harmless, you may use him as a space heater, an ice cream maker, a tea warmer, whatever you need. He will be confused but trusting. Handle him with care.
Just don't ask him about his family, you will get Traumatic Backstoried™ and he will casually say the most unhinged shit until you want to wrap him in bubble wrap and put him somewhere safe and comfy.
Here's a teacher who looks like a homeless person who's lazy and seems to enjoy being cruel. Actually he's more of a sleeping lion who will absolutely fuck you up singlehandedly if you lay a hand on his students, and also those naps he takes are the only sleep he gets, and also he doesn't actually take any pleasure in being strict, he just really doesn't want any of his students to get killed while training for this incredibly deadly job, and decided it was practical to take on the role. He'd actually rather just be buried in a pile of cats while wearing hot pink sweatpants, situated somewhere strategic so he can supervise his problem children until they graduate.
Also he'd die or mutilate himself to protect you without hesitation. He's just that kind of hero.
Don't look too deeply into his depression or you will want to wrap him in bubble wrap and put him next to Torodoki. And he might actually let you, if he's tired enough. You ever seen those videos of someone wrapping a cat like a burrito. Yeah. That but it's a dishevelled Pro Hero in his 30's. You may also burrito his three adopted humans. (Eri, Shinsou, Present Mic)
#my hero academia#screaming my thoughts into the void#aizawa shouta#Torodoki Shouto#I write the names with the extra u's because I'm British#and you know we love adding u's to everything#mha#boku no hero academia#bnha#text post#funny stuff#appreciation post#aizawa deserves naps#torodoki deserves therapy
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✨Bonus :✨
Dadzawa: Okay midorya, todoroki you guys need therapy!
#iida tenya#shouto todoroki#izuku midorya#aizawa shota#dadzawa#todo need's therapy#the green bean need's therapy#mha#mha meme's#mha fan#bnha
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Redemption Arc Therapy Incorrect Quotes #361 (Catradora meets Bakudeku)
Adora: Sooo.... How long have you and Bakugo been dating?
Midoriya: Oh, three years!
Catra: Who's that? Does he always follow you two around?
Bakugo: That's our third-wheel.
Todoroki: Hello.
#catradora#bakudeku#she ra and the princesses of power#my hero academia#spop#mha#spop catra#mha izuku midoriya#mha katsuki bakugo#mha shouto todoroki#izuku midoriya#katsuki bakugo#shouto todoroki#redemption arc therapy#incorrect quotes#spop adora#catra x adora#bakugo x midoriya#adora
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mum sent me this but all i can think of is dabi and shoto 💀
#sorry but im team destructive anger 😩🤚🏻#and i can only cope with anime#but damn this is so accurate#dabi#todoroki touya#todoroki shouto#todoroki siblings#dabi really need therapy srsly
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When your ✨babygirl✨ is an emotionally unstable/constipated man who has some sort of fire powers…. Oops
#sanji#black leg sanji#portgas d ace#bakugou katsuki#shouto todoroki#one piece#mha#send help#probably need therapy#mha dabi
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This is just me yapping about my views on the Todoroki Family and Endeavor that no one asked for. Feel free to let me know your point of view or difference in opinions, I'd love to hear your thoughts.
Warning: todoroki family spoilers, mentions of abuse, divourse,
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As a character, I think Endeavor is incredibly interesting and since I started mha four years ago, the Todorokis got my heart. That being said, if this man were a real person, my reaction would have been similar to Natsuo’s and I believe Rei should 1000% divorce him. To much has happened to try for love at this point.
I can see that he is repenting everyday for his very very horrible mistakes. Yet Endeavor can change all he wants, it doesn't change the damage he did and that he thought it was completely okay. The mistakes you make can be forgiven but never truly forgotten, especially ones that big. Rei needs a divorce, not to 'see how much he has changed and fall in love with this "changed man"'. Just because he changed for the better doesn't cancel out the hurt he had done.
Furthermore, I can't help but feel that his primary reasons for changing are egotistic by nature. True remorse is to acknowledge the depths of his wrongs towards his family and changing because he realizes that those wrongs are practically unforgivable.
Instead, it appears to me that his main reason for changing is to make his family (specifically Shoto) see that he will work for betterment because his original goal to surpass All Might is no longer apart of the picture after he retired. (The erge to beat All Might is no longer clouding his judgment.)
It's still about "image" just in a different context. It's not really for the sake of the people he hurt, it's to make himself feel better. Sure, he doesn't force them to forgive him; but it's like someone just saying sorry because they feel bad now, which is guilt. To be clear, he should feel awful for what he has done. Abuse isn’t something you can just say sorry and quickly move on from.
He took away his childrens’ childhoods, something they can never get back. I believe it would be good for the kids to forgive him so they don’t hold resentment everytime they are reminded of him but that doesn’t mean they should try to establish a family bond. In short, the whole family needs years of therapy.
As for my closing thoughts:
As a character, I think his arc has been fantastic and someone I actually want to learn more about. I can’t wait to see more of this family and what they become. Let me know your thoughts!
#mha#bnha#touya todoroki#shouto todoroki#enji todoroki#todoroki natsuo#todoroki fuyumi#todoroki rei#Todoroki family#todoroki drama#everyone needs therapy#maybe Ill make more parts to this
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Love how people go "The villains are going to die, it's the only way this is going to end" as if there aren't heroes rn who are spitting blood, grabbing their villains by the front of their shirts and saying "You are getting the help you need whether you like it or not"
#the epilogue of bnha is shouto izuku and ochako literally dragging their villains to therapy#you think the villains had a choice in this? wrong#bnha#mettys posts#metty posts#shouto izuku and ocha pulling up to the villain trio: get in losers we're going to therapy
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ALSLDKFKGLLS
SHOUTO REALLY WENT "I poured all the training you beat into me as a kid towards strengthening my right side." THIS KID IS DROPPING BOMBS AND NOBODY'S NOTICED. It could be an expression, but given the context of this family dynamic, NO, it's NOT. And he said this in front of endeavor's sidekicks and Izuku and bakugou, I'm SCREAMING 😱.
#damn....#Shouto don't give a damn#fran watches bnha#i love my son#but he also needs so much therapy#what he also needs is for his garbage father to go to jail#child abuse tw
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Shouto Todoroki needs help with C-PTSD
Another @febuwhump fanfiction, prompt 2 : Flinching.
Where we explore the mind of Shouto Todoroki.
What, me, not writing another EraserMic? Damn, anything can happen...
#febuwhumpday2#febuwhump2023#shouto todoroki#shoto todoriki#enji todoroki is a bad father#therapy#whump#angst#somebody sedate me#PLEASE#cptsd recovery#febuwhump
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Kaminari: hey, what are you up to?
Shouto, heading to his room: family trauma talk show time.
Kaminari:
Kaminari: what?
Izuku: it’s a thing he does! Every night, he pretends he’s on a talk show and discusses his family trauma and personal grievances
Kaminari:
Kirishima: wouldn’t therapy be better?
Shouto: yes, I do that too
Izuku: this just helps him process his emotions!
Kaminari:
#three hours a week in therapy and nightly family trauma talk show time#I’m so healthy#bnha#mha#incorrect mha quotes#mha incorrect quotes#bnha incorrect quotes#incorrect my hero academia quotes#incorrect bnha quotes#midoirya izuku#todoroki shouto#incorrect kaminari quotes#denki kaminari#bnha shouto#shoto todoroki#keeping up with the todorokis#therapy with Shouto#kaminari denki#incorrect izucrew
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apostasy
when i was younger i told myself i’d either rack up a body count of five hundred novels before treacherous twenty or i’d give up paper cuts and bleeding ink and find more suitable ways to pluck trembling teeth. it wasn’t going to make me a genius. i knew that. but it was going to scare my father, how i could become anybody i wanted. i assumed most parents fear that their children might one day grow to be cannibals, so i was determined to gobble shit up, right. i’m sure everyone is nodding their heads in assent. yes. back to cannibalism. at an age before all i did was avoid the dentist, the only thing it meant was that you consumed whatever made you tick the most. such as the setting sun. such as dusk, your mother's singing and puff, the magic dragon. such as fa mulan in the 1998 animated musical adventure film, mulan. such as the monster in your closet with your prying eyes and your sunken heart and your dislocated pinky. such as the endless howling of a man responsible for a third of your birth. at some point, the medium ceased to matter. i swallowed hundreds with a belly full of cold flame fury. i was going to eat every word ever spoken or put to pen. i was going to defy death at a great distance. turn my gut into a fireplace where all blasphemy goes to burn. out of barren soil and cracks in the concrete i was going to take all the terrible, timely, taboo and spit it at his feet. i was, also, coincidentally— sixteen. we grow up, theoretically, as the years lay behind us in ratty, dogged sleeping bags, but in no greater instance than the act of consumption. i grew out of a diet better made for wolves in the space of a single character. i learned to let go the way all sixteen year olds learn to let go: i fell in love with a boy trembling, warped in his ire. for all he denied it, the spitting image of his father. (they say a flower cannot choose the field where it blooms, but what of the seed from which its body emerges? everybody has always said we've looked alike. once upon a time, that i was just like you. you, who yelled for the lights i hadn't left on, who swore if i so much as shook in my sleep. was it wrong to wonder if you ever realized how small i used to be, and how big your voice seemed? was it so terrible to resent you for all i'd been made to eat?) about mine: he was old at thirty-five, all tremor-wrought and stout enough to fill in his trousers. he didn’t have to try to scare me then. now young again at fifty-eight he frightens me most in the quiet. in the fleeting half-lucid moments he’ll look down at the only pair of loafers he owns and tell me i’m free to do whatever i want with my life, no matter how much he grinds his soles in contempt. no matter how much he’s dug his heels in my ticking. i know he’s only saying this because he’s scared his heart will stop beating. i’m horrified to find i’m scared his heart will stop beating. every so often i feel sick with acrid attachment and bitter respect. on days he isn't hungry, or cannot stomach our slightly-overcooked rice grains— he is less my father and more an old man. this has run on for much longer than i expected, but in hindsight, opening your mouth is what cannibalism trains one to do. i guess all i'm trying to say is that you didn't ruin me. dad, i'm the biggest, baddest, good thing in the room: after all, i've become the kind of person who forgives you.
#002#todoroki shouto: origin as a means of therapy#actually just todoroki shouto period as a means of therapy#it feels very wrong to be like wow i ate him and it healed something in me but that's exactly what happened
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dunno if I should call this a headcanon or a theory and I know Horikoshi just went with what looked cool but the more I think about Dabi's initial design when he came to the League in the context of what we learned about him and what we saw happen to him during the second war, the less sense it makes that his body was already in that state.
according to the anime, he was learning by watching Endeavor's videos online. before Sekoto, he wasn't learning from any source at all and went about his training intuitively, but after Sekoto I strongly doubt he would be actively practicing his quirk, for a multitude of reasons. his body was still healing from the skin transplantation, the trauma associated with accidentally burning himself to death, plainly not having a place to train a fire quirk, which tend to be flashy and to use your quirk in public, having a provisional license is required, otherwise he risks getting arrested. he did a very good job staying out of the public's eye for the 7 years since he escaped AFO, who was also implied to be unaware of Touya surviving for so long.
so as far as we know, all he did for those 7 years is lay low and be very online. which makes his remark to Spinner hilarious ngl, at least Spinner sprung up to action as soon as he saw something that had inspired him, while Dabi had spent 7 whole years sitting on his very personal trauma and not going to therapy.
when Giran brings him to Shigaraki, he doesn't share any information about Dabi save for him being very invested in Stain's ideology. no criminal records, maybe, but not even a word of his absurdly strong quirk? no mentions of arson at all? they did discuss Toga making it to the news, so Dabi being left out like that was a bit weird in the context of the conversation, like him seeking out Stain's contacts was enough reason to let him join the League. he won't be useful to you, Shigaraki, but he's got the spirit. please take him in, he has nowhere else to go?
if you really look at the way Dabi uses his quirk until MVA, it's noticeable how he seems to have no idea what he is doing. there's no technique, no finesse to his moves, just throwing out huge blasts of fire with his hands and hoping for the threat to leave him alone.
when Shigaraki attacked him (fully provoked) his reaction was too slow to summon any flames at all, and if it weren't for Kurogiri, that would have been it for Dabi.
When he is fighting Geten and starts going beyond his limit, he scares himself with the increased fire output. because, yup, overusing his quirk by accident was the source of his trauma.
the databook puts his technique as the weakest of his stats. his power is huge and eventually allowed him to become the strongest fire quirk user in the BNHA universe, but his technique was extremely lacking.
all of the above just doesn't paint the picture of someone who has been consistently mastering his quirk for 7 years. rather, it gives the picture of someone who had just started using his quirk for the first time in years, having background training from his childhood.
it's not even that Dabi isn't hardworking as hell or doesn't have the potential to be trained, because he's a complete opposite. continuously going beyond his limit, despite his own body getting in his way, mastering Enji and Shouto's complicated techniques they have worked for weeks/months/years on in a matter of minutes after just observing it. surely, he has been watching Enji and learning the way his father uses his quirk for years, but putting theory to practice? i doubt he even had the chance, before joining LOV.
he had to wait, because starting to actively use his quirk sets the clock into motion, counting down the time he has left. he is like a candle, destroying himself with his fire, until nothing is left at all. he had to make sure his plan of revenge will have a chance to succeed before fully committing to the 'Dabi' route, a slow and agonizing process of cremating himself by continuously using his quirk. because when he really starts using his quirk for long stretches of time? this is what happens to him.
to conclude this post, I know why the final design was chosen (because it's cool as fuck) but after analyzing the crucial points of Touya's story and his relationship with his quirk, I really think him joining the League with post-coma design would have made more sense. once he had started really using his quirk, his body would slowly degrade to the state Dabi's was in, because his fire literally melts his skin. but his body already having 40% surface third degree burns, when he didn't even use his quirk the entire time, perfectly holding up up until the first war arc and then quickly starting to burn down? idk, seems a bit inconsistent?..
anyway, i love the concept of Dabi's skin slowly and inevitably burning down after he had joined the League. him losing more and more skin until there's barely anything left, when he reveals himself to his father and is bitter at the lack of recognition, because burning himself to the point of being unrecognizable was one of the many sacrifices he had made to be finally seen by Endeavor.
also, more of this. because this was bittersweet as hell
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the scent wafts in, her name making him beg on his knees chap 1.1
pairing: dabi / todoroki touya x fem!oc / reader (MODERN AU)
summary: He mentions her name after 6 months in therapy, absentmindedly narrating vivid memories of her. She was the only good thing during his darkest times.
(In which Touya returns home after rebelling against his family for 7 years. And no, it wasn't about forgiveness. He wanted to fix himself because of a certain someone.)
themes: nsfw, domestic abuse, violence, alcoholism, cigarette smoking, toxic relationships, mental health, co-dependency and other related themes (YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)
notes: for this one, pls keep in mind that touya didn't have much scars on his face; mostly are on his body to accomodate the plot; charas might be ooc since this is modern au
Todoroki Touya has returned; it wasn't a drill.
The eldest of the Todoroki family has returned, and it was all over the news like wildfire. Pictures of him were around tabloids and newspapers, imprinted on TV screens along with family pictures of his 13-year-old self as news anchors and writers all over Japan broadcasted about the Endeavor Corp. finally having its original heir back to where he belonged. Two years ago, Todoroki Shouto announced he wouldn't be the one to replace his father, Todoroki Enji as the owner and CEO of their family business. However, Shouto focused on one part of the Endeavor Corp., particularly their sports and training business, as he wanted to become a personal trainer someday.
Touya was aware of what was happening on the business side of his family despite his rebellion seven years ago. After all, he saw them all over the news, watched his father on TV, and observed how everything was faring for them. So when he returned to the main house, he was a bit surprised at a few details he had missed. For one, his mother, Todoroki Rei, had already been discharged from the mental ward, faring well and welcoming him back with a big, warm hug and fat tears rolling down her cheeks. It also seemed that things were a lot better between his parents, but some of them still held reluctance to forgive their father.
Particularly him and Natsuo.
Enji was aware of their hatred towards him, hence he would talk to them politically, as Enji the CEO of the Endeavor Corp., not as their own father. Touya believed it was only fair. He would've resorted to violence if that wasn't the case. Speaking of which, that was another reason, he returned.
"I have to settle things between this family and me once and for all," he informed them on the first day of his return. "I need to talk to Father."
He knew what Enji would say to him. His father will apologize and be remorseful over what happened. He will also mention about him being his successor in the future, even though he was having none of it.
"I don't need that title anymore," Touya coldly argued, resisting the urge to punch him in the face as he knew he wouldn't defend himself after everything he had done to them since they were kids. "Not from you, specifically."
Enji understood. Touya meant, "I will have that title by my own hands, not because you passed it to me cheap because Shouto didn't want it anymore." Afterwards, his father explained everything he was required to do before his first day in the company. He also mentioned something along the lines of, "You need to undergo rehab and therapy for a while. I knew what you have been up to these past seven years with your cigarette addiction and alcoholism."
Before, Touya would violently react, would be against his decision and say, "You're just scared because I might surpass you." Now, he just nodded at his direction much to Enji's surprise.
"Why are you so shocked? You think I will half-ass my return to this family?" Touya questioned, slightly mocking him.
"I know you wouldn't," Enji commented.
And before Touya left his office, he added: "Just so you know, I am not doing this for the family."
Enji raised a questioning brow.
"I'm doing this because of a certain someone."
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The first few months of Touya's rehab and therapy were tough as shit, gnawing at him like sharp nails and digging his soul like he was trapped in darkness. He felt overwhelmed by everything, talking about his feelings all day, breaking out of his shell, and slightly wanting to just break things and be alone. Touya craved darkness at some point, the urge to be violent creeping on his shoulder like the devil even though a rational part of him warned him that it would not be the best choice. He wanted to destroy himself at this point, missing the familiar pain his piercings left on his ears and nose. He was breathing hard to calm himself, persuading his brain to shut its damn trap.
It's getting annoying, fucking shit. Everything's been chaotic.
The first few days were blank, spending it staring at mindless paintings and counting how many times the water from the faucet dropped in the sink. It was eerie yet relaxing, the silence enveloping him like a plague until it bit back to tell him how much madness he needed to unleash but couldn't. He secretly had his mp3 player in his pocket, and he would watch the door and the shadow underneath, checking if someone would come in. To this day, he still couldn't take it out.
He missed that damn voice, but he needed to be patient. He shouldn't miss her. He shouldn't think about her. This is nothing, he convinced himself. This is nothing compared to all the abuse I've endured before. The angry stare. The hateful remarks. The violent beatings. The disapproval underlying Enji's tone. His rough hand smacking him in the face. The burning scars left on his skin from the heating iron. The pitiful stares. The blood he spat from his mouth.
Everything.
EVERYTHING.
I WANNA DIE.
Out of panic, he quickly reached for the mp3 player from his pocket, a secret he kept from the treatment center. He wasn't supposed to have any gadgets with him, but he knew he had to. He couldn't drink alcohol. He couldn't smoke a stick to curb this annoying feeling. He cannot destroy shit. But he had to hear that soothing voice. He had to endure.
He put in the earbuds and played the audio, his breathing coming down in sighs as he felt himself relaxing.
"Touya..."
"Yes, call me that," he said to no one, tears streaming down as he smiled in satisfaction.
"Touya..."
"Touya..."
"Are you awake?"
"I made you breakfast."
"Touya..."
"Do you want me to take an off day from work?"
"Yes," he answered, hugging the pillow beside him and imagining it was her. "Just stay. Stay with me."
"Touya..."
"I love you..."
"Touya..."
I love you too.
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Touya has learned something, and that therapy was another form of circle from hell, or that was just him. He heard people preach about therapy all the time, that undergoing therapy healed them, made them see the light at the end of the tunnel, and had them humbled in a way they could never explain. Touya wished it was the same for him, but nah. It wasn't. Therapy was another circle from hell. It made him too vulnerable, too open he could feel the burnt scars on his skin itching too much the more the therapist asked him about himself.
He also thought his therapist couldn't care less about his minimal responses, the first few days boring him as the man asked about his name, how old he was, what he did for a living after he ran away, what helped him cope—you know, the basic questions every therapist could ask for.
"Todoroki Touya. 26. I did odd jobs. Alcohol. Cigarettes. Fighting."
The therapist looked displeased, he noted. He probably wanted more answers than that.
"Have you been in therapy before?"
"No."
"What do you expect from this session?"
"I don't know."
"Why are you seeking therapy?"
If he was being honest, Touya's answer would be: "I don't know? Just to get this shit done, I guess?" Not like he would be rude now. After all, he returned as Todoroki Touya after seven years of rebelling. He should keep his damn trap if he wanted them all back.
Even her.
"Do you want to become a better person?"
"Yes."
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How Todoroki and Midoriya met the R.A.T. Gang
Midoriya and Todoroki: *waiting outside of The R.A.T. gang's house after ringing the doorbell*
Midoriya: *already rambling about stuff* -and we haven't seen Kacchan in while. I just think that we should meet his other frien- Wait, what are you looking at?
Todoroki: *looking up*
Midoriya: *looks up and sees Zuko staring down at them through the window. Zuko quickly closes the curtains*
Midoriya: Uh.....what.....?
Todoroki: .......I think Toga's in the house.
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