#touya with his hair down will always be famous

[touyafootfetish]

i will talk about little Touya forever. you cannot physically stop me from rambling on about this little fella. he’s just a boy with big dreams. he’s just some guy. how could anyone hate this little dude he’s just there. existing. not a care in the world. he’s just there to frolic and dillydally and eat some soba. he’s just a little guy there to be held and loved and appreciated. he’s just some dude.

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FATED TO LOVE YOU✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff, angst. talks about death and graves. WORD COUNT: 7.9k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc, high school lovers.

SYNOPSIS: oc gojo girlfriend and satoru go back to her clan’s estate to meet her family. while they're there, they learn about a famous legend between their clans. AUTHOR'S NOTE: this fic follows 'meet the gojos' click here to read. omg, the two finally say the 'L' word to each other... get ready for more of big brother touya! and you already know who fuckin' stole the inverted spear of heaven in this au... because yes, i'm gonna write my own version of satoru getting his ass beat by toji next. artwork is from furuba anime. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

"are you bringing the gojo kid with you this time?" touya asked in a snide tone.

“first of all, he has a name, touya. it’s satoru.” you barked back at your brother over the phone. the man in question was laying his head in your lap, your fingers running through his soft white hair.

touya huffed, "is he going to use the front door this time?"

you glowered at satoru, who so innocently smiled at you after hearing touya's comment over the speaker. the first time you went back to osaka to visit your clan after moving into the dorms at jujutsu high was the first time you and satoru had been away from each other since you started 'spending more time together', for the lack of better words. satoru had teleported into your room and you didn't tell anyone in your clan that he was there. touya ended up walking in on you sneaking satoru food from the kitchen.

touya chuckled, "—i should've electrocuted his ass for sneaking into the estate. but since he's your only friend, i looked the other way.”

"whatever, touya. i have other friends besides satoru and their names are shoko, suguru, kento, and yu."

"well, we look forward to your visit. gramps is really excited to meet the gojo kid."

you corrected him again, "it's satoru—"

"right, satoru." touya corrected himself, "anyways, i'll talk to you later. sounds like we have a problem going on in the cursed tools storage room."

"wait wh—"

the line disconnected. you scoffed. how could touya just hang up on you like that? you looked down at the white haired sorcerer who's head was still laying in your lap, dozing off peacefully without a care in the world. he probably fell asleep when you started scratching his undercut. a relaxing, soothing gesture you always did for him so he could fall asleep in your arms... and in this case, in your lap.

later that day

"genkei is your grandpa. kanae is your grandma." satoru recited back confidently as he laid next to you on the picnic blanket in the middle of the jujutsu high sparring field.

you turned on your side, elbow propping you up, your palm supporting your head. you corrected him, "kanae is my mom. kanao is my grandma."

satoru face palmed his forehead in defeat, "i thought i was going to get it right this time."

you caressed his cheek with your palm, stroking gently on his cheekbone with your thumb, "it's okay, let's start over. what's my dad's name?"

"fujitaka." satoru answered confidently again.

you smiled at him and ruffled his hair. he was finally starting to remember the names of your family members.

"okay, let me try this again," satoru said as he took a deep breath, "genkei is your grandpa. fujitaka is your dad. kanao is your grandma. kanae is your mom. and touya is your brother."

"you got it!" you exclaimed, flinging your arms around him and kissing his cheek. you felt satoru's arms swing your body on top of his. you hugged him tightly. he started to smile proudly, seeing as you we're so excited about him getting all your family members' names correct.

you looked down at him, brushing your long hair behind your ear, "are you nervous?"

"who wouldn't be nervous? i'm meeting my girlfriend's family." satoru muttered back at you. the always-confident satoru gojo hated to admit his weaknesses, especially in front of you.

you booped his slender nose, "now you now know i felt when i met your family, mr. gojo."

"i don't know what you're talking about miss (l/n)." satoru feigned ignorance. he laughed at the thought of how much his family adored you, "—my family is obsessed with you."

you teased him, poking and pinching at his sides, "are they more obsessed with me than you are?"

"absolutely not!" satoru said in disbelief as he pushed your fingers away and clutched his chest dramatically. you rolled your eyes at the drama queen king named satoru gojo.

he wrapped his arms around you as you laid your head against his chest. you could feel his breath against the top of your head, fanning against your hair, his heart beating quickly.

satoru slyly shot his shot, "can i give you a lil' kiss so i can show you just how obsessed i am with you?"

"nice try." you laughed as you pushed yourself off from his chest and got up from the picnic blanket to start walking back to the dining hall. you had left satoru smiling like a fool behind you.

he got up to lean back on his elbows. he called out to you, "you're just gonna leave me hanging?"

"yup!" you yelled back at him, putting your hand up to wave goodbye. you didn't look back at him so that you could fight against the temptation of his beautiful blue eyes and that charming grin that always captivated you.

"so feisty." he chuckled, watching you walk away from him.

osaka, japan: at the (l/n) estate

your spirit birds few around in the sky above you and satoru. they were happy to be back home in the beautiful city of osaka. you led satoru through a cobblestone walkway where cherry blossom trees and white concrete walls lined the trail to the entrance of your clan’s estate. the entrance to your clan's estate was met with a red, arched hashi bridge.

"this is wayyy different from my place." satoru said in awe as he looked around at the surroundings, "there's a lot of red here at your clan's estate."

ever since you were young, you were told that red symbolized happiness and auspiciousness and that's why your clan's estate had so much red architecture. after crossing the hashi bridge, cobblestone steps led you and satoru to the front of the estate.

"miss (y/n)!" a familiar voice called out to greet you.

"arisa!" you waved back at the welcoming voice. arisa approached you and satoru, pointing at him and giving you the 'who is this?' look.

you made proper introductions, "arisa. this is my boyfriend—satoru gojo. satoru, this is arisa—she was my nanny growing up. she's the head of the housekeepers here at the estate."

satoru bowed politely, "nice to meet you. i'm satoru gojo of the gojo clan."

"it's nice to meet you too, satoru. let me escort you both to the tea room. i'm afraid it's been pure chaos at the estate today." arisa turned to you and frowned, "i'm sorry we weren't able to welcome you and satoru properly, miss (y/n)."

"does it have to do with the cursed tools storage room?" you asked arisa with concern, thinking about the converastion you had with touya yesterday.

she sighed and looked down at her feet, "i'm afraid so. master touya and grandmaster genkei have been investigating with the wind element users."

the wind element users were (l/n) clan members who were in charge of the estate's security and surveillance. you thought to yourself that it only made sense that touya and grandpa were working with them to find out how someone could get into your estate without being noticed. the security here was impeccable, even you had issues sneaking in and out growing up.

"is there anything we can do to help?" satoru asked, trying to be helpful. he noticed the way your eyebrows furrowed, the way your green eyes darkened to a brunswick green, and the way your lips pursed to the side in a half frown, half pout. that was the specific face you had when you were worried, and you had that face on right now.

arisa smiled at the both of you, "i believe master touya would rather have you and miss (y/n) enjoy your stay with no worries. you can leave the rest to us."

satoru nodded. you grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. you gave him a soft smile and squeezed his hand to show your appreciation, mouthing a quiet ‘thank you’ to him. he'd get brownie points with arisa for that one.

arisa led you and satoru to the tea room. your family used this room as a meeting room to receive guests, but mainly as a living room where everyone could sit down and enjoy tea and snacks. it was the most central room in the estate and it was one of your favorite rooms. during the days, you could open the ceiling up so that sunshine could flood the room. and during the nights, you could see the thousands of stars that filled the night sky.

"madam kanao should be here soon, i have to get back to prepare for dinner and to make sure the guest room is set up for mr. gojo." arisa reported back to you.

"where is grandma anyway?" you asked curiously.

"she's in a meeting with the elders at the moment. i believe master touya and grandmaster genkei should be there as well."

what in the world was happening that both of your grandparents and touya had to get involved? usually it was one or the other, but not both.

"there's fresh green tea in the pot, and i've left your favorite cookies on the tray." arisa said as she bowed. you watched as your old nanny scurried away, leaving you and satoru behind.

satoru tried to lighten the mood, nudging his elbow into your arm, "aren't you going to tell her that i'm sleeping in your room?"

"satoru—" you giggled, "i think this is serious business."

"sleeping accommodations is serious business too." he grinned back at you.

you and satoru sat down on the soft black couch. red throw pillows decorated the u-shaped sectional. satoru leaned forward and grabbed the porcelain teapot that was sitting on the stone coffee table. he poured you a cup of tea while he bit into a cookie. you sipped at your tea, feeling the warmth glide down your throat and into your tummy.

you watched satoru shove more cookies into his mouth, the sun's rays hitting the top of his head. his hair reflected so beautifully in the sun, it was almost a silver in this lighting. he always looked so radiant to you. you kissed the back of your teeth at how annoying it was that satoru looked good in any lighting and at any time of day. you gave yourself a self-satisfied smirk at the sight of the handsome sorcerer sitting next to you... and he was all yours.

moments later, you heard the sliding door to the tea room open. a woman with short grey hair, walked into the room. her eyes a blazing golden yellow. satoru watched as you stood up to bow to her. he followed your lead and got up from his seat to bow as well.

"hi grandma." you greeted the woman warmly. she reached for your arms, patting your shoulders and bringing you into her arms for a hug. she then looked over at satoru.

"is this who i think it is?" she asked. "is this the satoru gojo?"

"it is." you said with a proud smile. "grandma, meet my boyfriend."

"it's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am." satoru greeted your grandmother, bowing in her presence.

"ai! no bowing!" she smacked his shoulder playfully. satoru jumped back in surprise. she reminded him of his own grandmother in that instant. "please call me grandma kanao. the gojo clan and our clan are very good friends. your grandmother has told me a lot about you, satoru.”

"only good things i hope, grandma kanao." satoru chuckled as he emphasized addressing your grandmother. he scratched the back of his head nervously.

"oh, she told me over the phone yesterday all about how you stole my granddaughter's heart." grandma kanao teased the white-haired sorcerer. "are you two comfortable? is the tea still warm? did arisa give you enough cookies?"

you sighed at your grandma's overbearingness and sat back down on the couch. "everything is fine, grandma. what’s going on? where’s grandpa and touya?"

you watched as your grandmother's eyebrows furrowed. she looked concerned. "(y/n). the inverted spear of heaven has been stolen."

the inverted spear of what? you didn't think that you knew of that cursed object... but why did it sound so familiar?

"what does that cursed object do, grandma?"

"the inverted spear of heaven has the power to completely nullify a cursed technique. it can stop any technique that it comes in contact with."

your jaw dropped in surprise. you didn’t know that your clan had a cursed tool so powerful. that meant that this cursed tool could cut through your protective water barrier technique... that also meant that it could completely stop satoru's limitless technique and bypass infinity.

"why do we have a cursed tool like that?" you asked, "shouldn't that be locked away someplace safe?"

"that's the thing, my child. it was locked away someplace safe. the gojo clan entrusted that tool to us 400 years ago."

you had so many questions. why would the gojo clan give such a powerful cursed tool to your clan? especially one that could kill someone from their clan.

"satoru's sobo wanted me to tell you the legend of the six eyes and water technique user." grandma kanao said softly, “the legend also has to do with the inverted spear of heaven.”

satoru was ready to hear the story. he leaned back in his seat and crossed his legs, "finally! everyone keeps talking about this legend!"

"it's not known as public knowledge to the jujutsu society," grandma kanao chuckled, "—but between the gojo clan and the (l/n) clan, it's very important."

you put your hand on top of satoru's. he looked over at you and shot you a grin. "okay, grandma kanao! let’s hear it."

grandma kanao took a deep breath and began the story.

"400 years ago, the gojo clan's six eyes user at the time, fell in love with our clan's last water user. believe it or not, the six eyes user was a woman and the water user was a man, the opposite of you and satoru." she giggled at the realization. “isn’t it such a coincidence?”

"wait. you said they were in love?" you asked, eyes wide with surprise. you had never heard this story before, even when you found out that you were the water user. satoru cocked his head to the side, now he was very intrigued by this story.

"yes. they were. they were set to be married." grandma kanao continued, "they were the reason that the gojo clan and our clan have such a strong alliance. the reason that we have the inverted spear of heaven is because the six eyes gave our water user the spear for safekeeping. she knew that this spear could nullify the gojo clan's limitless and infinity, so consider it an act of trust between the two lovers."

"so my clan gave your clan the spear knowing that your clan would keep it safe from any enemies of the gojo clan..." satoru said out loud, putting 2+2 together.

you looked at him, "that must mean that they meant a lot to each other... to trust each other with a cursed tool like that."

the act of giving your lover the cursed tool that could ultimately lead to your death? you wondered if satoru would ask you to do the same for him if he was in the previous six eyes' shoes.

"since the spear is now missing... we've notified the gojo clan." grandma kanao sighed, "it's dangerous for you and satoru if we do not know the whereabouts of the cursed tool."

"that's probably why my clan elders wanted me to have my infinity on 24/7 now. they wanted me to work on reversed cursed techniques too..." satoru realized. if a cursed tool like that was stolen, that meant that he would always need to be on guard. he would really have to get his shit together now.

"until we find the spear, the both of you will just have to stay alert." grandma kanao warned the both of you.

"do we know who stole it?" you asked.

grandma kanao frowned and shook her head, "all we know is that it's a man with dark hair, possibly from the zen’nin clan."

your grandma knew better than to point fingers without proof. she ended the conversation about who they thought the culprit was. the three of you sat there in silence sipping tea and eating cookies.

"grandma, what else do you know about this couple?" you asked curiously, trying to cut through the awkwardness.

you wanted to know more about this love story. what were the chances that you, the water user of the (l/n) clan, would fall in love with satoru, the six eyes user of the gojo clan, in this lifetime?

grandma kanao pondered, trying to recall any stories of the legendary couple, "i believe your grandfather said that our last water user died trying to protect the six eyes."

you felt gutted hearing that. you wished that they got a happily ever after... but that meant that you wouldn't have met satoru if they did. was death going to be the same fate for you and satoru too? you felt his hands squeeze yours, trying to comfort you and shoo away any negative thoughts in your mind.

"i think i know what that fight was." satoru added to the conversation, "my grandparents told me that the six eyes user and a ten shadows technique user fought to their deaths for the aristocracy. the kamo clan and the zen'nin clan must have worked together on it if a (l/n) clan member died."

satoru remembered the story you told him the night he took you to shibuya for your birthday. the kamo clan was your clan's enemy due to the fact that your last water user could control blood. (read 'love at first fight' here)

"that's exactly right, satoru." grandma kanao said. she sighed, "it's almost too good to be true, seeing you and my granddaughter together. your sensei, masamichi yaga, mentioned that you two could be reincarnations of them. if you believe in reincarnation that is.”

reincarnation. the rebirth of a soul inside a new body. could all of this be true? so many thoughts were racing inside your head about it. you felt sick to your stomach.

"well, that should be enough story telling for now." grandma kanao said as she stood up from her spot on the couch. "i'm sure touya and your grandfather want to see you and satoru."

you and satoru watched as your grandmother turned to walk out of the tea room. you both stood up and looked at each other. would this change the way you and satoru viewed each other and your relationship? satoru didn’t look like he was affected by the information, but you, you looked like you were starting to question your own existence.

as you and satoru stepped into the hallway, two sets of eyes peer over at you. one golden-yellow, and one ruby-red.

"grandpa!" you called out, smiling. you ran into your grandpa's arms, hugging him. you dragged him back to meet satoru, "grandpa, this is my boyfriend, satoru gojo."

you turned to satoru, "satoru, this is my grandpa and legendary fire user, genkei (l/n)."

"it's an honor to meet you!" satoru said out loud, quickly bowing to your grandfather. he turned to touya, "it's nice to see you again as well, touya-san."

you had never heard satoru add honorifics to anyone's name in the couple of months you’ve known the man. he was really trying to put in an effort to impress your family. you coughed, trying to hide your laugh.

"the gojo clan's treasure." grandpa genkei laughed, "let me take a look at you, son!" he put his hands on satoru's shoulders, patting them firmly.

“call me grandpa or grandpa genkei. i’m sure my wife has already told you to call her grandma as well.” your grandfather added. “—how are you ojii and sobo? and your parents?”

“uhhh—”

"awww, gramps, leave the kid alone." touya interrupted your grandfather bombarding satoru with questions, "how about you and (y/n) catch up while i have a chat with the gojo kid."

you shot a stone cold glare at your bother, "his name is satoru."

"right, right. satoru." touya rolled his eyes at you, "hey, satoru! how about we head to the sparring dojo?"

you could see signs of nervousness in satoru's body language. whenever he was nervous, his blue eyes leered and his shoulders tensed. you walked up to him and whispered in his ear, "you’ll be fine, babe."

satoru gulped as you pat his chest, you looked over at your brother, "don't scare my boyfriend off, please."

"wouldn't dream of it." touya shot back with a grin, "i wanna see what the kid can do."

you and your grandparents watched as touya led satoru to the sparring dojo. satoru looked back at you with worried eyes. you blew him a kiss and waved goodbye as they turned down the hallway.

the sparring dojo

behind him, touya shut the door to the dojo. he wiped the dust off his hands and stretched his arms and legs. satoru gulped, he was so nervous right now. the last time he was this nervous was when he took you to shibuya for the first time (he liked to consider that night your first date).

when touya turned to face him, satoru straightened his posture and turned on his infinity, ready to get zapped by touya’s cursed technique at any second.

touya (l/n). the king of close combat. that was his nickname when he was a student at jujutsu high. because touya wielded an electric cursed technique, his close combat was lethal. he could paralyze people and curses when fighting with his cursed technique.

satoru thought that he himself was pretty damn skilled at close combat, but was he on par to be able to spar with your brother?

satoru started to apologize for his last visit, “first off—i’d like to say sor—”

“no need to apologize about sneaking into the estate from your last visit. (y/n) brought you back here for a reason. it's obvious my little sister likes you.” touya brushed satoru off, he was going to ask the million dollar question instead, “satoru gojo! answer this. what do you even like about my sister?”

satoru stood in the middle of the dojo, dumbfounded that touya wasn’t going to fight him to test his strength or his jujutsu. instead, he was going to attack him with questions about his relationship with you. touya had already found out satoru gojo's weakness. it was anything pertaining to you.

"what could the six eyes from the gojo clan like about my stubborn, feisty little sister?" touya curiously asked.

“well,” satoru gulped nervously, “i like her personality.”

satoru shot himself in the foot for the most basic answer he just gave your brother. that was definitely not going to win him over.

“boringggg.” touya sang, “come on, kid. you’re not convincing me that you actually like her. i know for a fact her personality is not that great. i’m her brother, i can say that.”

satoru felt like his chest was going to explode. he couldn’t breathe normally or focus because he was so nervous. he stammered when he tried to answer again, “i—i like how caring she is towards others. i even like how feisty she gets when she’s mad. i like her eyes, how they change to different shades of green depending on her mood. i like her laugh because it’s… cute.”

touya nodded his head and folded his arms. he liked what he heard so far, “—is that all?”

“no, not at all!” satoru shouted as he stepped foward to face your older brother with the little confidence he had left, “—i like that she doesn’t care about how i’m supposed to be the strongest or that i'm the first in 400 years to have the six eyes. she's the only person that has ever looked past all my flaws… and there are a lot of them. she's special to me. and i want to be with her for as long as she'll let me."

"satoru," touya started to say, "you know... me and my sister lost our parents at a young age. i grew up taking care of her. there's nothing in this world that i wouldn't do for my sister. and as her older brother, i'm supposed to protect her—"

satoru interrupted touya, "—i told her i was going to protect her and i swore to my clan elders that i would too. you don't have to worry about that."

satoru thought about his promise he made, how he would protect you from the kamo clan or whatever danger may come your way. he hoped that you knew he would do anything in his power to keep you safe from any harm. he would risk his life for you... and that's what touya wanted to know.

“do you really like her that much?” touya asked satoru. now this was definitely a trick question. touya was waiting for the right answer. there was one more thing he wanted to hear.

satoru scoffed and looked touya straight in his golden-yellow snake-like eyes, “i don’t just like her. i love her.”

“love is a strong word for an 18 year old.” touya grinned, “—if you love her as much as you say you do, you better promise me and my grandparents that you’ll take care of her too.”

“i’d even lay down a binding vow.” satoru said with no fear. he knew that binding vows made with others have a higher penalty than self-made binding vows.

“—and get shot down by the binding vow’s penalty as soon as you make her cry?” touya laughed out loud. “i like you, satoru gojo. i hope you stick around. i’d like to consider you as my brother someday.”

satoru blinked twice, confused on what just happened here, “wait—does this mean—”

“you have my approval.” touya said, “i actually never disapproved of you, kid. i’m just playing ‘big brother’ here. i knew from the moment i saw you and my sister interact for the first time at the jujutsu high that you were gonna be someone special in her life… whether it be her lover or her friend.”

“thank you…” satoru sighed in relief. “i swear i love (y/n). i’d do anything for her.”

“i believe you, kid.” touya said as he attempted to pat satoru’s back, unable to actually pat his back. "—you have your infinity on."

"well… yeah. there's no way in hell i was going to get electrocuted by you." satoru laughed.

“let me rough you up a bit, or my sister is going to say something.” touya laughed. his loud laugh always boomed throughout the estate. your brother gave off hardcore golden retriever energy.

satoru continued to laugh alongside him, bro-hugging touya, “anything but the face. she’ll be devastated if you get the face.”

later that night

satoru noticed at dinner that you were unusually quiet around your family. he watched as you pushed around the food on your plate with your chopsticks, not making eye contact with your family members, and not engaging in any conversation. you barely even looked at him.

he whispered in your ear. "hey. are you okay?"

"i'm fine." you lied, "i'm just tired."

satoru gojo swore he had a phd in (y/n)ology. he could read you like a book. he knew what ticked you off and what made you squeal with delight. but tonight, he wasn't so sure what was bothering you.

you listened as touya and your grandparents got to know satoru on a deeper level. they asked him about his family and what it was like growing up in the gojo clan, what he liked and didn't like. it was like satoru was already a part of the family.

you were happy that satoru finally got the chance to meet your grandparents and touya, but deep down, something felt off. after dinner, you asked touya to entertain satoru so that you could take a shower. and after your shower, you snuck off to your favorite place in the estate, the red pagoda in the lily pad pond.

as a child, you would come to this very pagoda to escape the hellish and tiring training you went through as the clan's water user. you always felt at peace here, that you could gather your thoughts without any interruption. the pagoda had an amazing view of the estate's pond that was filled with lily pads. it wasn't as big as the gojo clan's koi pond, but it was grand enough for you and your clan. (read 'meet the gojos' here)

you started to question if the feelings that you felt for satoru were actually real or if it was because of all this reincarnation bullshit. was it just a coincidence that you and satoru ended up finding each other in this lifetime? were you actually meant to be with him?

you swore that what you felt for him was genuine. you didn’t think you could care about someone so much that it hurt you so deeply inside. that the mere thought of losing them would be so crippling.

the voice that always made your ears perk and your heart race called out to you. "—so this is where you go to run away from your problems."

satoru sat down next to you, locking his arms around his knees. he leaned his head over to watch you. you stared out into the pond, soft yellow lights reflected off the surface of the water from the estate's open windows. crickets chirped in the background, a crisp breeze filled the air around you.

"how did you find me?"

"your brother told me that you like to come here whenever you have a lot on your mind. how about a penny for your thoughts?"

you changed the subject, “are you going to tell me what you and touya talked about in the sparring dojo?”

satoru looked out at the distance in front of him and smirked, “nope. it’s a secret between just us men.”

“does it have to do with me?”

“—i can’t say a word.”

“does it have to do with how much you like me?”

“—not saying anything, sweetheart.”

it was time for a cheap shot, “well… i guess that means no more kisses for satoru ‘i-keep-secrets-from-my-girlfriend’ gojo.”

satoru sat there and stared at you in disbelief, “—that is so unfair.” 'what kind of girlfriend uses no kisses as a threat?' he thought to himself.

you got up from your seat. your hair flowing behind you as a conniving grin spread across your face. he was such a sucker for you.

3... 2... 1...

“wait!” satoru called out to you, grabbing your hand. “i guess i can tell you this much… it wasn’t about how much i like you.”

you turned around to look back at satoru, his face was as red as a tomato.

“—it was about how much i love you.” satoru admitted, “i love you, (y/n).”

this was the first time satoru had ever told you that he loved you.

“i love you too, satoru...”

you felt satoru's arms pull you into his strong embrace. tears filling your eyes. you bit at your bottom lip, swallowing the discomfort in your throat. he let go of you and positioned you in front of him, staring down at you with worried blue eyes. he cupped your cheeks with his hands.

"why are you cry—"

"satoru," you interrupted him, "do you think that we're only together because we're reincarnations of our ancestors from 400 years ago? do you think they did some weird-binding-vow-lifelong-love-spell before they died?"

"is it so wrong if they did?" satoru asked as he brushed your tears away with his thumb, "—it's kinda romantic if you ask me."

"i just want to be 100% sure that my feelings for you are really mine."

"just know that no one gets to tell me what to do or who to love." satoru said, "—so no weird-binding-vow-lifelong-love-spell is going to change my mind on how i feel about you."

you sniffled, thinking of all the negative outcomes and possibilities, "what if it's actually a hidden curse or something...?"

he stared at you for a moment before he started to speak, "grams tells me that there's no curse more twisted than love... and if it's a curse, then i'm pretty sure i'm fated to love you."

and quite frankly, satoru didn’t give a damn if loving you in this lifetime was a curse. he’d live as the cursed one if that was the case.

satoru leaned down to capture your lips with a kiss. you wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his soft, strawberry flavored lips on yours.

he asked confidently and just a bit smugly as if he already knew the answer to the question he was about to ask, "so what do you want to do now that you know all of this information? you gonna leave me, princess? we gonna break up?"

“satoru—” you muffled his name as he kept kissing you, “there’s one thing i know for sure, and it’s that i want to be with you. even if it’s some weird binding vow.”

satoru stopped kissing you to look back down at you. he chuckled while repeating your words, “even if it's some weird binding vow, huh?”

you looked up at him, running your fingers up his undercut. he melted at the action, sighing in your grasp.

“how much do you think those two loved each other?” you asked satoru. “you think they loved each other more than we do?”

“hmmm, maybe. but there’s no way the previous six eyes had more game than me.” satoru joked.

“you have got to get better jokes, babe.” you giggled as satoru squeezed your hips, pulling you closer to him. he returned to peppering kisses on your cheek, slowly moving to the corner of your lips.

“you think—” he muffled your words by kissing you, on purpose this time, “you think the previous six eyes was the one who made the move?”

“babe.” satoru pleaded, “please stop talking and just kiss me back.”

the next morning

after the conversation you had with satoru last night at the pagoda, you had never felt more sure that your feelings for this white haired, blue eyed, special-grade idiot was real. as you laid next to satoru, you fit perfectly in his arms, just like two puzzle pieces.

"god, i love this custom futon." satoru groaned as he stretched his arms and legs, attempting to wake his body up on this fine morning.

"i thought you slept in my dorm room because you wanted to cuddle with me, not sleep on my custom futon." you teased, pulling the blanket to your side of the bed.

satoru chuckled, rubbing the sleepiness away from his eyes. he fired back at you, "cuddling you is just a plus. the king size futon is totally why i'm there."

one thing that you loved about satoru was that the best parts of him complimented the best parts of you. you made each other better in every way. you were excited for the future together now that you've cleared the air about your true and honest feelings for satoru. your next focus was to help your clan and the gojo clan find the inverted spear of heaven.

you turned back to face him, nuzzling your face in his bare chest. he smelled just like his eucalyptus body wash.

"you know what's nice? no one barging into your room randomly. i swear my grams was soooo not discrete when you visited." satoru said as he rolled his eyes.

"touya already checked on us four times. you were sleeping."

"four?!" satoru choked out, "you weren't laying on top of me or anything were you?"

the last thing he wanted touya to think was that he was getting frisky with his little sister in her childhood bedroom under his roof.

"satoru!" you laughed, "and so what if we were cuddling?"

"i'm trying to make it out of your clan's estate without getting zapped by your brother... don't you know he's called the king of close combat? he can paralyze people!"

you drew circles on his chest with your fingertips, "i guess you better work on that infinity being on 24/7 then."

"sure, babe… anyways what's the agenda today?" satoru asked, putting his arms behind his head. he watched you roll out of the bed to change into your clothes for the day. you took his bag of toiletries out of his suitcase to throw at him.

you smiled softly at him, "get ready to have breakfast cause after that, you’re going to meet my parents."

at the (l/n) clan's family grave

ever since you were little, you and touya made it a routine to visit your parents' graves regularly. touya would tell you stories about your parents so you would never forget them. they had passed away when you were so young, so he wanted to make sure that their memories lived on with you.

since satoru would never be able to meet them physically, you thought this would be the best way to ‘introduce’ him to your parents.

in the japanese tradition, a visit to one’s grave starts by cleaning the grave of your loved one, presenting your offerings, and then praying and lighting incense. you and satoru washed your hands to ‘purify’ them and filled a water pail to head to the area where your parents were laid to rest.

"mom, dad." you started to say as you approached the two headstones, "this is my boyfriend, satoru."

satoru grinned at you and then looked towards your parents' headstones, "mr. (l/n), mrs. (l/n). i'm satoru gojo... and i wanted to tell you both that i love your daughter."

your turned to stare at satoru. you didn't know he was going to say that, nor did you ask him to say that. you were surprised to say the least.

he continued on, "i made a promise to your daughter and myself, and to my clan... and now i'm promising your clan that i will protect her. so this is my promise to you both as well."

you felt tears forming in your eyes. what kind of boyfriend would come to your parents' grave with you to have a conversation with your parents like this? how were you so lucky to have a thoughtful boyfriend like satoru?

you quickly brushed your tears away. "satoru. you didn't have to do that. you're so cheesy."

"that's so rude to say in front of your parents, (y/n)." satoru gasped, teasing you. "why not tell your parents the promise i made to everyone...?"

"i mean… sure... but you didn't have to say you loved me as an introduction for yourself." you giggled. “you can just say, ‘hi, i’m satoru gojo from the gojo clan.’”

satoru smiled at you, "i want everyone to know that i love you though."

he took the pail from your hand, gently pouring water over the two headstones. after cleaning the headstones, you and satoru placed a plate of oranges and apples in front of them. you lit a stick of incense for the both of you, silently bowing and praying. once finished, you stuck the incense stick into the holder.

it was as if time stood still while you and satoru sat around your parents grave to just talk. none of the conversations were about anything important, it was just simple talk about sweet nothings. you were just grateful he wasn’t weirded out by spending time here the way you and touya did when you were younger.

satoru even talked to your parents as if they were still alive and well. he asked your mother, ‘did you know your daughter has the world’s worst attitude in the mornings? god forbid she doesn’t get a full 8 hours of sleep.’ after that, he even said to your father, ‘sir, i wish you were still here so i could show you my techniques. i heard yours were pretty cool too.’

while you watched satoru talk to your parents’ headstones, you wished so badly that your parents could’ve met him so they can see why you loved him so much. your mother would’ve have loved him, probably more than she loved you. and your father? he would’ve loved to have such a strong sorcerer be his daughter’s boyfriend… he’d probably consider satoru as a second son.

satoru could see and feel how your heart ached at any mention of your parents, and he wanted you to know that your family was important to him too. he was going to try his best to win the approval of your entire family. he didn’t have to try hard though, your family wasn’t that hard to please. they just wanted you to be happy.

"ready to go?" you asked satoru after noticing the sun setting. "i'm sure touya is looking for us. it’s almost dinner time."

"sure." satoru smiled back at you, grabbing your hand.

“bye mom and dad.” you waved.

“bye mom and dad!” satoru said with a grin.

you looked up at him, “mom and dad, huh? you guys are already that close?”

“yeah, actually. your mom says she sees me like a son now. and your dad said that he approves of me as a son in law.” satoru said as-a-matter-of-factly, knowing damn well he made that up.

you giggled at his ridiculous statement and clung to his arm. you walked back to the estate more in love with satoru than you were when you first arrived here.

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once you and satoru were out of sight, two feet stepped out from behind the shadows of your parents' headstones and smiled.

"doesn't she look happy with the gojo kid, mom and dad? he’ll take care of her, don’t you two worry." touya whispered to your parents' as he watched you and satoru walk back to the estate together. he zapped a stick of incense with his cursed technique and quietly bowed and prayed before heading back to the estate as well.

after dinner

"remember how you showed me your family portraits when i went with you to meet your grandparents?" you asked satoru. "want to see ours?"

"yeah. let's see who you resemble the most." satoru wondered as you led him down the hallway where the family portraits were hung.

"is that you?" satoru asked incredulously. he pointed at a little girl with long black hair in pigtails, precious sparkling green eyes smiling back at him. "you looked like a little brat, babe."

"you found me." you laughed and reluctantly admitted, "—and i was a brat growing up."

you hoped that if you ever had kids in the future, they would not inherit the attitude you had as a child. your grandma always said that the way you acted as a child would come back to spite you in the form of your own offspring.

satoru continued to look around in the picture. he could spot your grandparents and touya towards the center. he assumed the woman who was holding you was your mom, kanae.

"my mom had long dark blue hair and the most beautiful green eyes." you started to say, "everyone else usually gets the yellow eyes or red eyes in the family since grandma and grandpa have them, but i was lucky to get her green eyes."

the man standing next to your mother was obviously your father, fujitaka. your father had black hair, and the same leering yellow eyes as touya. touya resembled your father so much growing up that he always heard that he was his father's mini-me.

"well..." satoru sighed as you took his hand to lead him back to the tea room, "i guess i have to go back to your parents and thank them for creating the most perfect human being for me."

you laughed and gently hit his chest with the back of your palm, "you're too much, babe."

satoru continued to spout his nonsense sarcastically. "it was like you were put on this earth for me. it's fate. god's will. the divine decree. destiny some may say."

you rolled your eyes at him. sometimes, satoru could be so cheesy and would say the most ridiculous things. you wondered where your smart-alecky boyfriend was. however, you didn't hate when satoru tried to be romantic, so you figured you'd just listen to his ridiculous comments for now. you held his hand, bringing it towards your lips to plant soft kisses on his palm.

“even if it was fate or destiny.... whatever you want to call it. i’d choose you again in every lifetime, satoru. you’re like... my soulmate.”

“soulmate, huh? look who's being 'too much' now.” satoru smiled cheekily, “—you’re not guaranteed to meet your soulmate in every lifetime though.”

“consider me a lucky girl then.”

“nah, i think i’m the lucky one...” satoru mumbled as he leaned in for a kiss.

EXTRA:

as soon as you got back to the jujutsu high dorms, you asked satoru the same question he asked you when you met his family.

"so..." you started to inquire, "what did you think about my family?"

"your grandma reminds me of my grams. and your grandpa's cursed technique was pretty cool." satoru added. "i met your instructors and trainers. no wonder you hated learning jujutsu. they were intense."

satoru only met your grandparents, touya, and a handful of family members and housekeepers during this visit. a majority of your family members were on vacation or not at the estate during the time of your visit. you were relieved it was a lax visit because you knew your cousins would have been all over satoru. the next holiday back to the estate would be unavoidable though.

satoru said with a sigh, "your brother still scares the shit outta me."

"but he approves of you!" you clung to his uniform sleeve. "are you going to tell me what you and touya talked about in the sparring dojo?"

"i already told you. it was that i loved you." satoru mumbled, wanting to change the subject immediately. he looked like the world’s biggest simp for you in the sparring dojo that day and there was no way he could tell you all the things he said without turning as red as a stop sign.

you huffed and pouted, "babe, you were in there for a good 45 minutes though. how about a kiss for some intel?”

“i don’t kiss and tell.” satoru said with a grin.

you realized that satoru really wasn't going to tell you what touya and him talked about, so you let it slide for now.

and over a decade later, you still won't know what satoru and touya talked about in the sparring dojo.

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Touya "Dabi" Todoroki x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you are given one NYE that you will never forget when Keigo invites your friends over for a game of strip Uno and you become acutely aware of how attractive Dabi is. 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Flirting; Stripping; Threesome; Verbal Consent; Mutual Oral; Double Deepthroat; Double Cunnilingus (Hawks & Dabi both eat your pussy); Big Dicks; Spitting; Hair-Pulling; Degradation & Praise; Spitroast; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Throatpie; Dabi Calls You "Baby Doll"; L-Bombs; Aftercare; Loud, Sneaky Sex

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Someone gave me this idea in a comment. Originally, I was just gonna write a smutty holiday chapter for Hawks for NYE, but Hawks AND Dabi?? I couldn't resist. Enjoy & happy holidays! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BIRD BABY DADDY! -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

Read on AO3 here!

Songs Mentioned in this Chapter:

Umbrella - Rihanna

Can I - Kehlani

Moodswings - Pop Smoke

Touch It (Do It Well Pt. 4) - DVSN

OTW - Jhene Aiko ft. Mila J

Sit On It - Jazmine Sullivan ft. Ari Lennox

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Bonus Chapter: New Year, New Experiences.

Dabi has always been nice-looking, but seeing him now has made you realize how attractive he really is. 

When the fuck did he get this fine?

You can't help but wonder this as you nurse your second glass of Moscato of the night, then feel extremely guilty for it. You look down at your drink, wondering if the alcohol is having more of a deeper effect on you than you anticipated.

Usually, at this point, you’re giving major “fuck me” eyes to your boyfriend. Which you are…but to your childhood friend as well. 

They both stand in the kitchen you and Keigo share now, whipping up snack plates and cocktails for your NYE celebration. Keigo had suggested you celebrate at your shared crib tonight and invite Rumi and Dabi over too. You had asked what he wanted to do for New Years this year about a week ago after the chaos and festivities of Christmas faded. 

“I really don't wanna go out,” he said, your feet in his lap and his hands expertly rubbing them, massaging out the kinks. He laughed at your bewildered expression. “Shocking, I know, but after Christmas, I’m just not feelin’ like bein’ out in the streets and around too many people…or spendin’ money.”

And he did go all out for Christmas, gifting you at least $1k in gifts and presenting all of his employees and interns at his agency with gift cards (and two weeks off for Christmas and New Year's). 

“But since you asked, I just wanna stay in and invite the gang over for a private celebration…have food, drink, games…is that okay with you?” Before you could even reply, he immediately talked over you, softening the blow that he was sure he made. “We can still go out if you want. I wouldn’t wanna keep you cooped up in here if you–“ 

You stop him by pressing a finger to his plump lips. “Keigo,” you interrupt him. “That sounds like a great idea. I’ll call Rumi and Dabi right now to see if they wanna join us.”

His wide, golden eyes stared at you for a moment in shock before softening, relieved that you weren’t upset. So you hit up Rumi who was a definite yes and Dabi to see if he had enough free time to come out for the night. 

“Only if I can make my famous drinks,” he said in his raspy, chain-smoker voice. “The cinnamon fireballs. I’ll send you the recipe so you can grab the shit for it.”

You groaned over the phone, already envisioning the chaos in store for you. Dabi swears he can mix drinks like a bartending pro. “Okay, but just don’t blow up my kitchen,” you warned. 

My kitchen. You are still getting used to calling all of the things in Keigo’s penthouse yours, but sometimes, it just comes out naturally: my kitchen; my living room; my bed. Shortly after the Billboard Event, you moved into Keigo’s home, albeit secretly.

You had to pay the moving men double to move your shit out of Rumi’s place at night in order to avoid paparazzi, but in a week, you were settled. Though Rumi misses you, she also doesn’t mind the privacy, especially when she's able to bring someone home and have as much loud sex as she wants. 

Though almost a month has passed since you moved in with Keigo, you’re still adjusting to this new way of life, especially since you’re not just a roomie to Keigo. You’re his girlfriend. His partner. Every time you wake up next to him and see the sun shine against his hair and long eyelashes, you are reminded of this. It’s like the fact remerges in your brain every single morning despite nothing changing. And you hope it never does. 

“The snacks are almost done!” Keigo happily calls into the living room where you and Rumi sit. “You’re never gonna wanna leave when you get a taste of these babies.”

Rumi rolls her eyes at you, twirling a lock of her hair. “I’ll be the judge of that,” she scoffs. Her silvery, long hair is tied up in a high ponytail while she adorns a Christmas sweater and booty shorts that make her muscular, firm ass look extra delicious and envious. 

Opposite to her cozy, lived-in look, you’re wearing Keigo’s oversized cashmere sweater that looks like a dress on you and hip-hugging skinny jeans. You also slathered on some lip gloss and nail polish to look presentable tonight, at least wanting to feel pretty with company around.

“The fireballs are almost done too,” Dabi announces. “Rumi, you still like extra tequila in yours?” Rumi gives him a look which makes him laugh. “Y/N, you want one too?” he curiously asks. 

You take a look at the kitchen counter through the threshold of the kitchen, finding a huge bottle of tequila open and cinnamon dusting the countertop. “I’m good with Moscato, thanks,” you say. “I’m not tryin’ to burn my tonsils out.” Dabi shrugs a shoulder, snorting. “Suit yourself, but my stuff is good. I’d even make it lighter for you.” 

Keigo cackles as he moves behind his friend, kicking him in the ankle as he does. “Bitch, you don’t know how to make any drink light!”

Dabi rolls his eyes and turns back around to finish the drinks, his arms and back muscles flexing under his black tee that seems to stick to his upper body something sinful. You thought this when he first arrived at your front door thirty minutes ago after getting dropped off by his assigned guard for the night. “Welcome!” you cheerfully greeted him, only for your voice to die in your throat once you got a look at him. 

Looking at him now, you become highly aware of how attractive he’s gotten since he’s been in prison. His lean, scrawny body as a kid and teen have gone away, now replaced with muscle like hard grant though he still has that leanness to him that makes him appear skinny under his clothes. But anyone who saw how tight his shirt is would realize that they’ve been duped. He has obviously been working out to build such muscle and tone his body, no doubt using his time to focus on his health. 

And he looks good. Especially with his snow-white hair, which he has opted to keep instead of his black hair, that makes his crystal blue eyes pop. Every time he looks at you, you feel like he is stealing the very breath out of you…and it’s fucking weird.

Where did this attraction come from? Though you’ve always known your friend is cute, you’ve never been attracted to Dabi. Even the one time you played Spin the Bottle back in middle school and you were dared to kiss by Keigo and Rumi, nothing came from that. It was a stupid, little kid thing that happened after school behind the building, in the setting spring sun.

After, you decided you worked better as friends which he agreed with and since then, you’ve been nothing but friends. Yet there you were, staring him down as he stood at the door, waiting for you to let him in. 

He raised his pierced eyebrow at you and your speechlessness. “Well?” he asks. “You gonna let me in or what?”

Realizing you were standing at the door like a moron, you quickly let him in, your face hot. He gave you a weird look as he shimmied into the room, immediately bombarded by the Bunny Hero. “Dabi, you’re here!” Rumi squeals, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. “Damn, what have you been eatin’, man? You’re bigger than me now!” 

Dabi chuckled, squeezing her tight before yanking on her ears, making her shriek. You watched, still confused as to what just happened. “Dabi’s here?” Keigo called from the kitchen. “Tell him to come in here and help me get these veggies ready!”

Dabi clucked his tongue, giving you a sly side eye. “Only five seconds in and he’s already fucking up,” he chuckles. “You picked a good one, doll.” 

And you did. You know you did. Keigo is the best boyfriend and sexiest man in the world…and yet here you are, staring down his best friend. Your best friend. Even now as you sip your wine, you can’t understand it. Are you just horny?

Since the holiday season, you’ve been more stressed and extremely horny lately, leading you and Keigo to try new things in the bedroom. It’s been an interesting and exciting adventure for you both.

Handcuffs and rope; sensory and roleplaying; all kinds of kinky shit that has led to conversations about more things to try…and things that you’ll keep private for now.

Things that you are interested in that you won’t dare tell Keigo right now. With how possessive he is, he just wouldn’t go along with it and you wouldn’t make him. So you’ve kept it to yourself, instead fantasizing and wondering all of those “what ifs”. 

You’re so deep in your troubling thoughts that you barely see Keigo saunter into the room in his cute apron with a tray of appetizers: homemade fried cauliflower bites, cheesesteak egg rolls, and a gorgeous veggie plate of orange carrots, green celery, and bright red tomatoes with all kinds of dipping sauces in the middle.

“Wow, this looks amazing, babe,” you coo. “You really went all out for us tonight.” Keigo smiles proudly as he lowers the food down on the coffee table. “Oh, that’s not even the best part, baby bird,” he chuckles. 

Dabi then emerges from the kitchen carrying a tray of mugs filled with his fireballs and cinnamon sticks. He lowers the tray down and gives Keigo a smirk as the winged pro pulls out a bag of weed and a game of Uno. You and Rumi immediately abrupt into laughter, knowing exactly what is in store for tonight. “It’s almost 2024!” Keigo chuckles, popping a carrot into his mouth. "Might as well celebrate to the fullest.” 

“Strip Uno,” Rumi cackles, nudging you. “Y/N, your man is one horny motherfucker. Are you treating him right or does he have something to tell us?” You roll your eyes as you flush in Keigo's sweater. “Shut up,” you giggle. “And you know damn well that I treat Keigo very well.” You and he share a secretive smile, one that immediately propels you into memories of endless nights and days of good ass sex. 

Rumi makes a disgusted face, hopping away from you to the other end of the couch. “Ugh, don’t even remind me. I’m so tired of seeing you two suck faces when we’re out.” While Dabi snorts into his drink, Keigo pulls on one of Rumi’s ears. “Ooooh, someone’s jealous,” he sing-songs. “I always knew you wanted this sexy ass, cotton tail.” You swear, you’ve never seen Rumi look so uncomfortable in her life and it makes you nearly choke on your Moscato laughing. 

You help Keigo and Dabi move the coffee table to the middle of the floor with your snacks, drinks, and game in tow while Rumi hooks her 2000s hits playlist up to the TV. Soon, the sound of Rihanna’s “Umbrella” fills the living room space.

After everything it set up, you sit down on the floor across from Rumi while Dabi takes your left and Keigo takes your right. “Okay, so before we start, I wanna propose a toast,” Keigo happily states, raising his mug. You three groan exhaustively and he pulls the cutest pout. “C’mooon, this is one of the only times in weeks we’ve all been together since the Billboard Event!” 

Though indifferent to the idea, Rumi raises her mug while you raise your glass of Moscato. Dabi notices, his expression albeit blank. “You sure you don’t want none of this?” he asks, nodding at his drink.

Then a sly smirk quirks onto his lips. “Or is it ‘cause you can’t handle it?” he teases, ever the asshole. Usually, his teasing doesn’t bother you, but tonight, it does. Along with the way his voice dips into a deeper, raspier tone when he says it. 

You give him a look to hide your reaction, daring him to try you. “Dabi, you know I can’t handle it. You make drinks like you’re trying to poison people.” He shrugs a shoulder though he is still smirking. “Fair point, but a sip won’t hurt.”

He passes a mug to you but doesn’t hand it to you. His blue eyes flick from the drink to you, patiently waiting for you to take a sip. It’s as if he’s silently asking you, “Do you trust me?” Or maybe the Moscato is just speaking to you at this point. “Toast!” Keigo shouts, interrupting your thoughts. “To a new year of new experiences and new journeys with old friends.” 

He smiles at each you fondly, his golden eyes twinkling with utter joy. Deciding quickly, you take Dabi’s drink and hold it up with the others. “Cheers!” you all shout before downing Dabi’s drink. It’s only a sip, but it’s enough to taste the strong tequila and sweet cinnamon mixed in it. Though your throat burns as it goes down, the sweetness is addicting. Dabi looks proud as you lower the mug down. “See?” he murmurs. “Nothing you couldn’t handle.” You resist the urge to think of something else besides the drink. 

“Uno time!” Rumi bellows, taking the cards to shuffle while Dabi begins rolling a blunt to pass between you four. Keigo takes a seat next to you, his eyes already set dead on you. “Come sit close to me, baby bird,” he coos, wrapping an arm around your lower back. “You look so fuckin’ cute tonight. I can’t keep my eyes off of you, even for the game.”

You do as he requests, snuggling in close despite being in your friends’ company, loving how he smells so much like cinnamon and the brown sugar soap you got him for Christmas. You also bought him Burberry cologne which he has sprayed on his skin, making him absolutely irresistible to you. Add in the black cashmere sweater and sweats that hide one of your favorite parts of him, and you’re ready to use him as a seat. 

“Well, you’d better,” Dabi grumbles, glaring at both of you. “Nobody’s tryin’ to see you two eye fuck for the next few hours.” Keigo presses a finger to your cheek, turning your head to face him. “Ignore him. He’s just jealous that I’ve got such a gorgeous woman to cuddle up with at night and all he’s got is a pillow.”

You put a hand on his arm and squeeze, shaking your head in warning. Too far. But Dabi isn’t bothered by the jab, simply sprinkling marijuana into a piece of paper. “You’d be surprised how many visitors I get who wanna replace that pillow,” he retorts. “I get a lot of fan mail too…mostly nudes.” 

You give a big, ugly cackle at this. “Oh, I believe it,” Rumi snickers. “Plenty of people are attracted to villains, bad boys, and emotionally damaged men with tattoos and piercings.” She gives Dabi a shit-eating grin while he pegs a carrot at her, making you and Keigo crack up.

You go to pick out a cauliflower from the veggie plate, but accidentally brush your fingers against Dabi’s reaching for the same thing. “Oh, sorry!” you squeak, quickly snatching your hand back. Your friend barely bats an eyelash. “Take it,” he says carelessly. “No big deal. I’m still rollin’ up anyway.” 

You do so, slowly reaching for a cauliflower and dipping into the ranch dressing. Your movements are robotic, mechanical, as you chew and swallow, feeling Dabi’s eyes on you. You can tell he wants to ask, but he doesn’t and you find yourself drinking some more of his drink to push away your nagging thoughts.

Fortunately, Rumi interrupts the awkward moment. “Game time!” she shouts. “I’ll deal and then we can start. Everybody know and remember the rules of strip Uno?” You each nod having played this game dozens of times (mostly tipsy or high). It usually ends in either someone halfway naked. 

After downing the rest of your Moscato, you feel looser, you go first and put a red card down. The turns go right (Keigo, Rumi, Dabi) before settling on you again when the color is changed to yellow. You take a card and read it, groaning at the instructions. “Oooh, first loser down!” Rumi giggles, taking Dabi’s finished blunt from him. “Read it to us, babe.” Keigo tries to look over your shoulder, but you shoo him away.

“Take six cards or strip off your shirt,” you read. “Well, I don’t wanna take six cards, so…” You feel yourself stripping off Keigo's sweater to reveal your lacy red bra underneath. 

You feel warm under Keigo and Dabi’s gazes, one of which you can feel burning into you though you don’t look. “Oooh, sexy,” Rumi chuckles, puffing on her blunt. “Now it’s your turn, Keigo.”

She passes the blunt back to Dabi who takes a hit, smoke billowing from his lips and nostrils in clouds. His eyes are blue slits that regard yours as you glance at him from the corner of your eye. Keigo takes his turn, putting down yellow before Rumi takes hers. “Take eight cards or tell the person beside you to take off their shirt,” she reads. She gives Dabi a sheepish smile. “Sorry, Dabi, but…” 

Keigo cackles hysterically while Dabi rolls his eyes, passing his blunt to you. You don’t know why but you take a hit, already feeling the affects of the alcohol mingle with the weed. You feel lighter and more comfortable.

“You guys are fuckin’ whores,” he growls but he can't hide his smile as he stands up to strip for you and your friends. You turn away from him just as he goes to untuck his shirt, instead turning all of your attention to your boo. “Aww, I was hoping you’d pick a card,” you playfully whine, snugging into Keigo's arm. 

You not-so-innocently push your breasts against his forearm, catching his attention. “You tryna get me to strip?” he chuckles, raising a brow at you. “Maybe later and then it’ll be all for you. Just be glad we’re not alone ‘cause this pretty bra would be off by now.”

He glides a finger down the strap of your bra to one of the cups, staring intensely at the lace. “If you two are gonna do that, get a fuckin’ room,” Dabi interrupts. 

You turn back to him and wish you didn’t: he stands before you in all of his semi-nakedness, jeans sagging low, bare skin and lean, inked muscle on display. “Daaaamn, you did get cut, Dabi!” Rumi hollers. “Just look at this fuckin’ guy!” 

And you are. Your eyes roam over his toned abs and pectorals where you catch two nipple rings hanging from his pink nipples. His arms and right side are covered in tattoos along with his collarbone which holds his little brother’s (Shoto) name. You know that all of his siblings’ and mother’s name are tattooed on him; just not his father. Realizing how long you’ve been staring, you look away, instead staring down at the table. “Shit, I can beat that,” Keigo scoffs. “Just you wait.” 

After twenty minutes of playing and the first round being completed, Keigo successfully stripped off his shirt and shoes before hurrying to the bathroom because of the alcohol. Meanwhile, Dabi is washing dishes and Rumi is scrolling through her phone and smoking on the last of the blunt, waiting for Keigo to come back so you can continue. You, luckily, only stripped off your top for the first round and quickly throw it back on before taking your glasses to the kitchen.

“I’m gonna go put these in the sink,” you announce and Rumi only hums in response. When you walk into the kitchen, you are met with Dabi’s muscular back and a large, snake-like dragon snaking from his lower back and curling up the back of his right forearm. It moves and flexes whenever his arms move, making his back muscles bulge. 

Finding your voice, you greet him. “Hey, just came in to wash these.” He turns to look at you over his shoulder before nodding at the soapy, hot water in the sink. “Put ‘em over here; I’ve got it.”

You do so, lowering the glasses on the counter for him to wash. You press your back against the counter’s edge, watching him. Silence swells around you, but this one isn’t comfortable; it’s awkward and heated, filled with tension. “It’s really good to see you, y’know,” you chirp, trying to ease the tension. “I was so upset you couldn’t make it for Christmas.” 

Dabi puts a tray on the drying rack, focused yet still answering you. “Yeah, my CO was on my ass about that fight I had, but I wasn’t gonna miss this chance to smoke a good blunt and hang with you losers. Everyone seems to be so scared about my new body, includin’ you.”

His blue eyes side-eye you, making your stomach flip. “I’m not!” you squeak. “It’s just a shock seeing you look so…” Sexy. “Big,” you decide. “But whatever trainer you got in prison, give them my number.” 

He chuckles at this, the deep rumble making something swirl inside your gut. He then goes back to doing what he was doing, but only for a few seconds, until he speaks again. “What?” he finally asks. You blink at him. “What?” you dumbly parrot. He turns to you fully, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. “I can feel you starin’ mad hard at me, Y/N. You’re not discreet in the slightest.” Again, you feel hot in your sweater with shame. At this rate, you may as well strip and throw yourself at him with how much you’re staring at him. 

“Is that a new tattoo?” you tentatively ask, pointing at the dragon. “I don’t remember seeing that before.” Dabi hums out a yes as he dunks a mug into the soapy water. “Had it done a month ago durin’ one of my free days when I didn’t visit you or Hawks. It hurt like a bitch, but it looks decent, don’t it?”

You slowly nod, admiring the way the dark green scales on the dragon complement his skin. It reminds you so much of the dragon from the ‘Spirited Away’ movie, just darker. “It’s…beautiful,” you softly say, more to yourself than to him.

And before you can stop yourself, you’re reaching out to drag your fingers down Dabi’s spine, making his body clench. “S-Sorry!” you stutter, snatching your hand away. “I should’ve asked to–“ 

“It’s fine,” he interrupts, but still looks perplexed. He looks as if he hasn’t been touched in years and isn’t sure how to handle it. But he shocks you when he turns his back to face you, giving you full advantage of his tattoo. “Touch it,” he encourages. “Y/N, it’s just me.”

Right. This is just Touya Todoroki. Your friend since childhood. The same guy that was afraid of public pools, eats charred marshmallows, and loves his steak well done.

The friend you’ve been dying to get back since he joined LOV and have missed since he went to prison. And yet, looking at him now and feeling his warm skin under your fingertips when you touch him, you don’t see him as any of that. You see him much differently. 

You run your hand over his back, feeling his muscles flex and his warm skin. He stands there, not speaking or moving, letting you touch him. It’s so intimate. So sensual.

When you pull away, he finally turns to face you, his expression blank and eyes intense. His hand then moves to lightly touch your wrist, sending currents of electricity through you.

“Yoooo!” Keigo’s call suddenly drifts into the kitchen, making you flinch and jump away from Dabi’s touch. He pokes his head into the kitchen, grinning. “I’m back!” he announces. “We ready for another round or what?” 

Dabi smirks at his friend as if nothing happened. And nothing did…right? “Sure,” he replies. “Just let me pour us some shots first.”

Keigo hums delightedly, practically floating into the kitchen. “Lemme help you. Baby, pass me that bag of lemons and limes in the fridge, please?” You do so, your hands trembling somewhat as you open the fridge and hand the bags of fruit to your boyfriend. “Thank you, darlin’,” he coos, winking at you. “Now go and sit down! Let your men take care of you.” 

Your men. You can’t help but stay stuck on that as you quickly walk out of the kitchen, not once looking at Dabi. Rumi is still in the same position you left her in, laying on the floor on her phone. You nervously pick at a loose thread on your skinny jeans, keeping your voice low to avoid the guys hearing. “Rumi?” you softly question.

She looks up from her phone, blinking. “Hm?” she questionably hums. You sit down next to her, folding your knees under you. “Does Dabi seem…different…to you tonight?” you carefully ask, your words slow and deliberate, like you’re carefully picking each word like they are fruit. 

Rumi stares at you, confused. “Uh…other than his new set of muscles and the tattoo, no.” She squints at you suspiciously, making you hot like a spotlight is on you now. “Why? Do you think they’re something different about him?”

You gnaw on your bottom lip, unsure of how to answer. But this is Rumi! Your girl and confidant. She’d never judge you for anything. “He just seems more…attractive, I guess,” you shyly murmur.

She barely bats an eye. In fact, she smiles. “I figured there was a reason you were staring at him so hard tonight,” she chuckles, earning you a shocked look. “What, you thought I didn’t notice?” At the sight of your panic, she rubs your back. “Relax, girly. Keigo didn’t notice anything. That bird is in his fucking world tonight.” 

Oh, yes, Keigo. Your boyfriend. Your very happy, amazing, wonderful boyfriend who is oh-so overjoyed that you’re all together here tonight. “God, I’m so stupid!” you groan, putting your head in your hands. “What am I doing? Here I am with one of the sexiest men in Japan and an amazing boyfriend, and yet, I’m eye-fucking our childhood friend!” 

“Well, to be fair, you did say you wanted to try to do other things with Keigo in the bedroom,” Rumi says as she puffs on her blunt. “You remember tellin’ me about that threesome kink of yours? If you don’t, I’d understand. You were downing those cocktails like they were water.”

You groan embarrassingly because yes, you do remember that night: it was a month ago before Thanksgiving when the moon was full, the night was young, and you were full of drinks during girls’ night. There, you spilled to Rumi, Nemuri, and Yu about your secret threesome kink and wanting so badly to ask Keigo to participate in one. 

You can't help the way you get so wet at the thought of having two men please you or being one of the people to please them. You’ve had this fantasy for a while, dreaming of Keigo and another sexy, mystery man occupying your bed, hands and mouths all over you, two cocks inside you. But you’ve never brought it to Keigo’s attention.

“Unfortunately, yes,” you sigh, “but that doesn’t mean I should be eyeing my own best friend!” You feel like crying, mostly because of the alcohol. “I feel like a slut,” you whimper. “And not in a good way.” 

Noticing your internal fight, Rumi quickly steps in to ease your shitty feelings. “Personally, I don’t see what the big deal is. You just stared at the guy! You didn’t try to suck his dick or anything.”

You flinch at her words, not wanting to picture that. “But if it’s really got your panties in a twist, just pull Keigo to the side and talk about it. Knowing his freak ass, he’ll probably be okay with it. He’d probably even suggest a threesome himself.” She gives you a sly smirk. “No way,” you scoff in disbelief. 

“Mark my words,” she giggles. “Personally, I approve of this sluttiness in you, girl. I think you should fuck both of them to really end this year with a bang.”

You could've strangled her right then. “You’re not helping!” you growl, swatting her hand away as she cackles. “Not helping with what?” Keigo asks, making you squeak in surprise. You turn, seeing him and Dabi standing behind you carrying a tray of tequila shots. “U-Uh, with my cards!” you quickly reply. “She won’t show me how to shuffle ‘em.” 

You turn to Rumi with a glare, making her crack up even more. 

After almost two hours of playing, stripping, drinking, smoking, and shooting the shit, things start to finally wind down an hour before midnight. Rumi is fast asleep on the couch, snuggled into her pillow and softly snoring, while Dabi has ventured outside to have a smoke.

He sits in the cold December air in only his jeans and socks. You don’t ask him if he’s cold, knowing he’ll refuse his shirt or a blanket. You take it upon yourself to clean up before tomorrow morning, washing dishes and wiping down the counters. You plan on making a big New Year’s Day breakfast for your friends––blueberry pancakes, eggs, and plenty of mimosas. 

You’re just about to rinse the soap off of your hands in the sink when you suddenly feel two arms slink around your waist and a very hard chest press into your back. Keigo's scent of cinnamon and Burberry cologne enchants your nostrils.

“There you are, baby bird,” he murmurs. “Where’d you run off to?” You smile, pressing back into him. “Just to clean up so we don’t have to worry about it in the morning.” You turn around in his arms, noticing his hooded gaze and lopsided smirk. “Somebody’s drunk,” you giggle. 

He hums in agreement and presses his hips into you where you feel a very noticeable hard-on. “And very, very hard for you,” he softly growls in your ear. “I know you can feel me pressin’ up against you right now.”

And you can; it’s impossible not to. Immediately, your body temperature rises and you feel a tingle between your legs. His hands move under his sweater draped over your body and glide up and down your sides, his fingertips gliding against your skin. He whistles as he does so, somehow making that tingling sensation even more intense.

“You have the sexiest body, baby, I swear,” he sighs. “I’m so fuckin’ lucky. You make me so horny every time I see you, but without the clothes? That’s even better!” 

His compliment makes you bashfully giggle, always loving to receive such love and admiration from your man. “Thank you, baby,” you shyly reply. “The feeling is mutual.”

You stroke your hands up his naked chest as he kisses you, playfully and passionately. He begins to walk forward, pushing you against the counter and trapping you between it and him.

You’re now at his total mercy, his mouth and hands all over you, the taste of wine and cinnamon on his tongue as he swirls it with yours. Soft moans mingle in the air between you, only heard by your and his ears alone…though soon, if you keep this up, someone may become privy to what’s happening in the kitchen just a few steps from them in the living room. 

Reading your mind, Keigo pulls away and runs a thumb over your bottom lip. “Let’s go upstairs,” he says, a suggestive smirk playing on his lips. “I don’t wanna waste this moment. Don’t worry; Rumi is dead on our couch and Dabi is on the balcony. They won’t hear a thing.”

You believe the part about Rumi after being her roommate for so long, but Dabi? What if he does hear you?

You wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable enough to leave. But with the way Keigo is giving you such a heated stare, you can’t resist. So you go with him, listening to your pussy instead of your head. You let him steal you away and lead you upstairs to your shared bedroom by your hand, softly giggling to each other as you walk past Rumi sound asleep. 

As soon as you’re inside the room, alone at last, Keigo shuts the door behind him and uses his wings to wrap around you. He drags you into his body and arms, crushing his lips to yours in another passionate kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck and his wrap around your waist, both of you locked together in an embrace as you kiss, and kiss, and kiss. The more you do, the wetter you get until your body is begging for more. Keigo’s lips leave yours to busy on your neck.

“I can’t get over how sexy you are,” he murmurs. “I would’ve rathered you strip for me instead of our friends.” He pauses for a moment, pulling away to stare at you, befuddled. Then a secretive smile pulls at his lips. 

“Actually, you can do that for me now,” he chuckles and pulls himself away from you. You resist the urge to follow him, instead staring at him across the room, burning up for him.

“Y’see, baby, I feel like since the holidays, we’ve barely had much time to be together, just you and I,” he lustfully explains. “But now, here we are alone, and I wanna take advantage of it. So I’m gonna sit here”–he pauses to sit on the bench at the foot of your king-sized bed, smirking–“and you’re gonna strip for me.” He takes his phone and plays a song for you––“Can I” by Kehlani––and leans back, legs spread. 

He doesn’t explain anything more to you. Neither one of you talk. The only sounds are of the TV softly playing from downstairs and the music playing on his phone.

You feel nervous, the alcohol’s magic beginning to wear off. But something in the way Keigo stares you down has you moving, giving him exactly what he wants. You let the music take control of your body, letting your hips sway and your fingers play with the edges of Keigo's sweater. You slowly, tantalizingly, slip it up your body to reveal your bra and discard it.

Then off comes your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping your fly before sloooowly dragging it down your legs to reveal your naked thighs and lace panties. 

You can practically hear Keigo salivating at the sight of you as you twirl for him, bending over and moving your ass in his face. You flip your hair and look over your shoulder, becoming the woman he is seeking tonight: a vixen. A slut.

Because that’s all you want to be tonight for him too. Turning around, you walk over to him, relishing his gaze upon you, and grasp his shoulders before hooking one leg over his lap. You take a seat and begin to grind yourself into his lap, causing your knee to brush against his crotch. He groans softly as your knee caresses his hardened cock, his hands gripping your hips. “Fuck, baby,” he groans. “That feels so good.” 

You feel the same, biting your lip at the pleasurable sensations of his thigh rubbing against your pantyliner. “I think it’d feel even better with these off,” you giggle, tugging at his shirt. You stare down at him through your lashes, a sexy smile pulling at your lips. “Don’t you wanna join me?” You’ve never seen Keigo move so fast before, even while fighting villains. Instantly, his shirt is off and you help him out of his pants until is just in his briefs. He then hooks his hands under your ass and hikes you up, your arms and legs wrapping around him instinctively. 

Then you’re soaring through the air and bouncing onto the mattress, the air leaving your lungs. “Get your pretty ass up there,” he grunts, grinning at the sound of your laughter.

He swoops down onto you, pressing a kiss to your lips as his chain necklaces press against your bosom, cold metal against heated skin. He pulls away to press kisses down your legs and thighs, prying them open to get a good look at what lies in between. He hums appreciatively at your scent and the sight of red against your brown skin and juicy thighs.

“Mmm, someone’s excited,” he chuckles. He glides one finger over your panty line, soaked through. You moan at the slight contact, your toes curling. “Whatchu want me to do?” he teasingly asks, smirking down at you. 

He begins to rub a thumb over your clit, causing your panties to become wetter and more uncomfortable.

“Kei,” you whimper. “Please.” Keigo’s eyes grow darker, his wings fluffier. “That’s not what I asked,” he teasingly yet firmly states. “C’mon, mama, give me your words. Tell me what you want Daddy to do.” He then ducks down to press an open-mouthed kiss to your clit, nearly making you jump straight out of your skin.

“Taste me,” you whisper. “Put this pussy in your mouth. Please, Keigo, I’m begging y–!” Before you can finish, your boyfriend is already pulling down your panties, pressing his tongue against your clit and sucking gently on the little bundle of nerves. 

Keigo is a certified master at eating pussy. He puts his whole mouth on it, in it, swirling his tongue and flicking it just right against your clit. He holds you open, spreading your thighs apart as he laps at your cunt and even your asshole (because he’s also an ass man).

He eats up all of your holes, eagerly licking, sucking, and lapping at them until you’re moaning, whimpering, gasping for air. You see stars behind your eyelids and your body twists against the comforter neatly spread across the bed. Your hands grasp his golden strands of hair as you feel your first orgasm quickly dawning, rising to reach its peak.

You can’t keep quiet––your sounds of utter pleasure release out of you, bouncing off of the walls. “F-Fuck, Keigo!” you sob, not even realizing how loud you are. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s so good! I’m gonna cum, baby! I’m gonna cum! I’m…I’m–“ 

Knock, knock.

A gasp erupts from you as your heartbeat accelerates at the sound of the bedroom door. “Yeah?” Keigo asks, not even sounding scared or impatient. The door opens and there appears Dabi. He doesn’t even blink at the fact that you’re semi-naked. “If you two were tryin’ to be secretive, you’re not doin’ a good job at all,” he blandly says. “Y'all are loud as fuck. I could hear you all the way downstairs.” 

You try to squirm away, but Keigo holds you still, his hands still pinning your thighs open. “Oh, forreal?” he laughs as if this whole thing is funny. “Sorry, man. It’s just been a while for us.”

He gazes down at you before looking back at Dabi, smirking. “Well, since you’re here, you wanna join in or just watch?”

You stare at your boyfriend like he just lost his last few brain cells. “Keigo, what the fuck are you talking about?” you hiss. “Are you crazy?! Why would you even ask him that?!” 

“I actually wouldn’t mind either,” Dabi announces, shocking and confusing you even further. His head cocks to the side, looking at your spread-open pussy from another angle.

“Seein’ her spread out like this is a definite treat…though I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t want a taste either.” His eyes, blue and intense, tick up to meet yours, nearly stopping your heart. “And you’d like that too, wouldn’t you, doll?” 

You’re in such shock that if it wasn’t for the eye contact, you wouldn’t realize he is talking to you. This is just too weird. You feel like you’re dreaming like none of this is real. The two begin to chuckle lightly at your reaction as if this is some inside joke to them…is it?

“Baby, it’s okay,” Keigo chuckles, gently stroking your stomach. “Relax. Dabi is here for a reason.” You stare at your boyfriend, eyes wide and absolutely speechless. 

“I’ve been noticing tonight how much you’ve been eyeing him, and that’s okay,” Keigo further explains. “He happens to have been doing the same thing, haven’t you, D?” 

Your eyes widen even more as Dabi steps into the room, shutting the door behind him, wearing an expression close to lust. “He knows all about us wanting to spice things up more in the bedroom, even suggesting ways to excite you.” A smirk grows on Keigo’s face, one that makes you scared. “I also let him in on your little secret.”

He and Dabi share a look and you instantly know what he means. ‘Oh, no,’ you think, horrified. ‘He knows. How could he know?’ 

Keigo is happy to explain it to you. “You happened to have left your browser open on your phone one morning when you took a shower.” A twinkle appears in his golden irises. “Imagine my shock when I saw a video of a girl clearly getting fucked silly by two dudes.”

Heat immediately envelopes you and you hide your face in your hands. “Baby, don’t be embarrassed!” he laughs. “I think it’s hot, but I can see why you didn't tell me. I can be very possessive, can’t I?” 

You simply look up at him, not responding, but you don’t have to. You both know he is. He’ll glare down any man who even looks your way when you’re out and about on the street.

Which is why it’s so shocking to you that he would agree to share you with a whole other man. “Well, I took some time to think it over and I realized that the idea of watchin’ you suckin’ another man’s cock made me cum a lot harder than I ever have before one night.”

He smirks at you, loving the way you sharply inhale at the thought. “So I ran it by Dabi and chose him as he is the only person I trust enough to touch you and take care of my girl the way I can.” He sits back on his hands, staring down at you with utter care and affection. “But the ball is in your court, baby bird. You don’t have to say yes if this is too weird or too uncomfortable for you. Even if you say yes, you can always say no.” 

Then it’s Dabi’s turn to be caring and affectionate. “I won’t touch you until you ask me, doll,” he firmly says. “Like the bird brain said, this is your decision to make. And before you ask, I don't think this will fuck up our friendship in the slightest. I’ve always had a thing for you, especially after that kiss we had with that stupid bottle game.” You blink at him, suddenly dizzy.

“But you’re too pure to deal with my crazy ass,” he chuckles. “So I figured Hawks would be a better fit for you, and he is.” His blue eyes sparkle with something––love? Lust?––that nearly steals your breath away.

“But I can still fuck you and show you how much I value you.” His hand moves to gently settle on your thigh, never moving farther than that. “Is that okay?” he asks in a voice so unlike his own. It is very soft and careful as if you are a spooked animal he is trying to calm. 

Is that okay? They could simply take you right here, right now, but they don’t.

Neither one of them even touches you, letting you give them the green light. You can hardly contain yourself, feeling so aroused and oh-so loved that you could burst. So you sit up and toss your arms around Dabi, immediately pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss. A surprised moan leaves his lips, shocked at your boldness, before he melts into the kiss and lets his hands settle on your waist.

When you pull away, both of you are panting heavily and overcome with need. “Fuck me,” you whisper. You turn to Keigo, seeing that he is just as needy as you are. “Both of you. Right now.” 

Your boys don’t need to be told twice. Dabi immediately goes back to kissing you stupid while Keigo presses kisses and forms love bites on your neck, stealing silent gasps and whimpers away from your mouth and into Dabi’s as he does. Dabi’s and your tongues swirl together, cold against hot, especially when you feel the nub of something cold and steely attached to his tongue.

You pull away, perplexed, and he gives a sexy, throaty chuckle before spitting his tongue out at you. There, you see a black studded piercing embedded into the pink muscle. You nearly cum right there. “Please,” you whimper as Dabi begins to kiss down your neck and breasts. “Fuck me.” You roll your hips into Dabi’s, earning a throaty groan in response. 

“So eager, right?” Keigo chuckles, grinning at Dabi. “Not yet, love dove. First, Dabi needs to have a chance to play with you. Get that bra off of her, D.”

He flicks his chin at his friend, impatient. Dabi doesn’t need any other pushing. He unhooks your bra from the front, letting the cups fall free to reveal your gorgeous breasts and hardened nipples. The two men groan at the sight of them––the prettiest, ripest fruit they’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing and tasting. Each attaches their lips to your nipples, hungrily lapping and licking at the hardened peaks of your nipples. 

Keigo watches your face, transfixed by the way your pretty features contort in pleasure at the feeling of two mouths on your sensitive nipples. “So fuckin’ pretty,” he murmurs.

His compliment makes you wetter than before and soon, you can’t control yourself. Your hands grasp their scalps, running through their hair, and your toes curl as the pleasure travels downward to your pussy. “Kei,” you whimper. “T-Touya.”

The white-haired stud softly growls at his birth name being uttered from your lips, leading him to grip your ass as he continues to suck at your nipple. 

Impatient, you go to grasp their cocks in their pants, but Keigo moves your hands away. “Uh-uh, mama,” he chuckles, giving you a lopsided smirk. “We’ve first gotta play with this gorgeous pussy. You okay with sharing her kitty, D?” 

Dabi looks like he was waiting for Keigo to mention something about your cunt. He pulls away from your nipple, a string of saliva connecting to his bottom lip. “Long as I get to make her cum, I’m down.”

His eyes cut away from staring deep into yours to glare at Keigo. “Just don't get in my fuckin’ way and we won’t have a problem.” Keigo only laughs and pats the space on the mattress beside you. “On your knees, baby. Face down, ass up.”

Helpless to resist their hungered stares, you do as your man orders and position yourself on your knees with your ass hiked up in the air, right in your friend’s face. You barely have time to feel embarrassed before a hand connects to your asscheek.

Smack!

You whine at the sharp sting. “Sorry,” Keigo sniggers. “My hand slipped.” 

Dabi groans at your reaction, visibly turned on by you. You. “I knew she liked it rough,” he comments, his voice strained. “Mind if I try?” Keigo must obviously give him the go because you feel his hand, rougher from his burn scars, slap your ass too.

Smack!

You gasp, taken aback by the bite of pain…and the pleasure that comes with it. 

“Shiiit, that was nothing,” Keigo tuts. “Put some force in it, Dabs.”

Smack!

Keigo does it this time, putting more force into his hit just to spite Dabi. You clench your teeth at the sting, feeling like your ass is on fire. “Like that?” Dabi blandly asks, scoffing. “You barely made it jiggle.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The two smack your ass like they’re landlords and your ass is a tenant who owes them rent money. They relish the sweet gasps and whines that leave your mouth with each assault on your asscheeks, damn near leaving handprints in their wake. They love how much you love this, the little masochist you are. 

Finally, when you’re a panting mess on the bed, Keigo stops the punishment. “That’s enough for now. Her poor pussy can't take much more.” His finger lightly brushes against your oozing, gushing pussy, always betraying you as a slut.

“Let’s see whose tongue makes you cum the hardest,” Dabi softly growls. “But I’ll warn you, baby doll: this tongue piercing always seems to make pussies cum before they’re ready.” He chuckle is a promise to you that has your heart pounding and clit jumping in excitement. 

And boy, is it a promise. Once your panties are off, his tongue touches your clit and slides inside your pussy. And it’s over for you. His tongue piercing is a perfect mix of cold that adds to the intensity of his hot tongue and mouth sucking and lapping at your pussy. He does it like he’s been doing this all his life, similar to Keigo but quicker, less gentle.

At this point, a new song has begun to play from Keigo’s phone––“Moodswings” by Pop Smoke––and Dabi’s broad tongue strokes match the tempo, making you see stars. “God, Dabi!” you moan, gripping the comforter below you. “That feels so good!” 

Though it’s hot to Keigo too, he isn't too keen on his friend hogging his pussy. “Bitch,” he growls, “I’m here too. At least lemme suck on this pretty asshole. And yes, she likes that too.” Dabi pauses, staring at you then at the winged hero in shock. “Fuck, Kei, you’ve got a real freak on your hands,” he exhales in disbelief, earning a laugh from both of them at your expense. 

Then Keigo’s hands are spreading your asscheeks apart and his tongue is lapping at your puckered asshole. You’re whining and sobbing into the mattress, fingers clenching the comforter so tight that your knuckles turn pale. Then they switch, Dabi eating your ass while Keigo gulps down your pussy, giving you softer yet eager tongue flicks against your clit.

“You like this, baby?” he asks, his words muffled by his tongue in your little hole. “You like gettin’ both of your holes fucked? Mmm, I know you do. That body is tellin’ us everything we need to know.” And it is: you can’t stop tossing your ass back and grinding your hips into their mouths, desperate for more. When your orgasm begins to rise, it is intense and builds in your core, threatening to spill over.

“Oh, sh-sh-shit!” you squeal, pushing your ass and pussy into their faces. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum! You’re both gonna make me cum!” 

“Do it then,” Dabi demands, now licking on your pussy. “Cum down my fuckin’ throat.” Keigo whines in protest, pulling away from your ass to busy himself stroking your clit with two fingers. “No, baby,” he mumbles. “Cum for me. Cum for your man…please?”

Both of them watch you as you cum all over yourself and them, filling their mouths with your taste. Your orgasm is intense; earth-shattering. It makes your body shake and quiver and stars explode behind your eyelids. A loud whine that you barely recognize as your voice escapes you as you let go of every bit of sanity and control you have left. 

When you’re finally done, the duo laps greedily at your juices, earning soft sighs and whimpers of protest in response to them overstimulating you. “Fuckin’ move, Dabi,” Keigo growls, growing impatient. “You’re hoggin’ all of her up! Don’t forget, you burnt bitch: that’s my pussy you’re eating.” You look back at them now, breathing heavily. Dabi pulls away from your cunt to chuckle at his friend, his lips shining with your juices. “Tell that to her. She seems like she likes this piercing an awful lot.” He spits his tongue out at Keigo, teasingly wiggling it at him. 

And then you get an awfully devious, nasty idea in your head at the sight of that sinful piercing: “Is this pierced too?” you innocently ask. The song switches now––“Touch It” by DVSN––and it immediately changes the atmosphere in the room to something way nastier and intimate than before.

Dabi and Keigo stare at you in silent awe, both clearly aroused by your change in demeanor. Dabi smirks, taking your hand and placing it on his crotch. “You tryna find out, baby doll?” he gravely asks, tracing a finger over your cheek. You shiver in delight at his touch. 

“Is your man okay with that?” he asks, questionably looking at Keigo. You look too, asking with your eyes. “Only if you’re okay with sharing,” he chuckles, “but something tells me you’re just as eager to see her take two dicks as I am.”

Seeing the look in his eyes and how ruffled his wings have gotten, you can tell he is worked up, so you hurry to coax him closer to you. Soon, they are both sitting on their knees above you while you sit low on your knees on the mattress, your feet curled underneath your butt. “You two are wearin’ way too much,” you sternly say. “I want both of you naked. Now.” 

They smirk at your bold request but hurry to fill it, fingers working at their flies and peeling off their tops. You help them each, damn near gasping at how much sexiness is in front of you once they’re down to their boxers.

Though they are both lean with hard muscle, toned arms, and bite-worthy thighs, they have their differences too: Keigo has smooth, tanned skin that is accentuated by the gold chain hanging from his neck and a few tattoos here and there inked across his skin.

Meanwhile, Dabi has pale skin that is inked with tatts and scarred and bumpy with burns and staples. He has nipple piercings that wink at you and a happy trail of white hairs that lead down to his toned V-line. “Not the prettiest sight, I know,” he lightly laughs, but you can tell he’s ashamed of the way he looks away from you. 

You make it your mission to make him feel otherwise. Standing higher up on your knees, you press your lips to his and stroke your hands over his stomach. “You’re so sexy,” you purr.

You turn to Keigo, pressing a hand to his chest to feel his heart beat against your fingertips. “Both of you are,” you sigh dreamily. “I’m such a lucky bitch.” They silently laugh, their eyes aglow with lust as you begin to work their boxers down with both hands. 

Then you’re faced with two big dicks in your face. Your eyes widen at the sight of Dabi, noticing how he curves upward and is slightly longer than Keigo. The cock head is an angry red, while Keigo’s is pinker, pre-cum dripping from the tip for you.

You have no idea how you’re going to handle both of them at the same time, but you surprise even yourself when you spit into your hands and begin to stroke them both, getting a feel of both of them in your hands.

Their soft moans coax you to continue, your body relishing the way they sound. “Such a big girl takin’ two big dicks at the same time,” Keigo hums, watching you stroke him and his best friend. 

Dabi watches too, his bottom lip caught between his teeth at the way you gently run your thumb across his head. “Careful now, baby bird,” Keigo chuckles. “He’s sensitive there.” The white-haired man glares at his friend though not as hostile because of how good your soft, little hand feels stroking his dick. “Fuck you,” he growls. 

“Just lookin’ out for you, bro,” Keigo chuckles. He takes a lockful of your hair and pulls your face back, making you look at him. As you softly gasp at the sensation of your hair being tugged back, Keigo’s cock twitches in your hand. “Now show our friend how good you are at suckin’ dick,” he demands with a smile.

You don’t hesitate to do so, quickly opening your mouth and swallowing Dabi’s dick. You suck, gargle, and gag on it. You lick from base to tip, stroke his balls with one hand while stroking his dick with your throat. Dabi is gobsmacked by how good you are, his hand gripping your hair and his pretty eyes rolling to the back of his head. He can’t get enough of how tight and wet your throat is, mumbling about it through heavy pants. 

“Go on, bro,” Keigo encourages him. “Fuck her up. Her throat is there for a reason.”

And so he does, thrusting into your tempting throat while you force yourself to take him, no matter how much your jaw aches and tears sting your eyes. You love seeing him feel good. You feel the same for Keigo when you switch to him next, taking him deep as he fucks your throat with slow, deliberate strokes that would no doubt draw long moans out of you if he were inside of you. 

You repeat this, alternating between stroking one and sucking the other, coating their cocks in your spit that collects in your mouth and drips down your chin. You stare into their eyes, adoring how they stare upon you so intensely, so lustfully. They each give you words of dirty praise though different.

Keigo is sweet, stroking your hair back as you take his cock. “Good girl,” he praises. “Such a good girl for me.” 

Meanwhile, Dabi’s praise is full of degradation as his hand yanks on your hair and his balls hit your chin. 

“Good fuckin’ slut,” he groans. “How are you so good at this shit?” He pulls out of your mouth suddenly, letting you breathe. “Open your mouth,” he demands. You do so, sticking your tongue out. He tilts your chin up before spitting a wallop of saliva into your mouth, much to your pussy’s delight. “Now spit it back on that dick,” he orders which you do, spitting it back onto his cock before slurping it up and letting it lube him up so it’s easier to take him into your throat again. 

Keigo yanks you back to him and sticks his cock back in your mouth, laughing at your surprised mewl. By this time, the song has changed and “OTW” by Jhene Aiko and Mila J is filling the bedroom. Keigo thrusts into your mouth according to the tempo, grinning at how you struggle with his long strokes. “Don’t stop now, cutie,” he chuckles. “You asked for this and now you’re gettin’ it. Don’t disappoint us.” The two evilly laugh at your expense, loving how hard you’re finding it to take a breath. 

And you are. The more dick you take, the more you’re finding it difficult to breathe or recover. Your mouth is coated in spit and your throat feels raw from it constantly being fucked…but it also feels damn good. You love that you’re the one making them feel good.

No one else.

This only becomes more real for you when Keigo feels himself getting close and slides out of your mouth. “Fuck, I’m ‘bout to cum!” he grunts, but slows his hand down so he doesn’t pump cum in your face. “No, not yet. I need to be inside you for that.” 

Excitement zings through you. Finally! What you’ve been waiting for! “I’m cool with just fuckin’ her throat till I bust,” Dabi pants, lazily stroking his cock. “That is your girl, after all. And this feels way too good to give up.”

He is not just referring to your heavenly mouth and throat, but to your soft hands that leave the mattress every so often to stroke up and down his chest and stomach. He takes one of them and presses it to his lips, a change to his rough demeanor while he was fucking your face. 

 “Thanks, bro,” Keigo says with a grin “I’m dying to see how she’ll take all that cum down your throat.”

Dabi smirks, looking down at you looking absolutely wrecked (so far). “You think you’ve had two big dicks, baby doll?” he asks, grinning evilly at you. “You haven’t seen shit yet.”

You’re almost afraid to find out, but you know you’re too late to turn back now when Keigo positions you. He hikes your ass up and gives your ass a smack before his cock is sheathing inside of you without warning. 

You gasp, your mouth open wide at the searing pleasure you feel. Dabi takes advantage of this, sliding his cock back inside of your mouth and freely fucking your throat while Keigo begins to follow suit, following the same tempo his friend does: rough and hard.

Keigo grips your tits as they swing and your ass as it jiggles against him with every thrust. “How’s this, hm?” he teasingly asks. “How’s this for takin’ two cocks, huh?”

You mumble nonsense against Dabi’s cock, earning a panty laugh from your mutual friend. “Can’t even speak ‘cause both of your holes are filled to the brim,” he laughs. “I’d feel bad if your throat didn’t feel so fuckin’ good, shit…” 

He fucks your mouth a little faster, making his heavy balls slap against your chin and the bed creak with the force of two men fucking you at the same time. Your jaw begins to intensely ache with how much Dabi is filling your throat and you try to ease back to allow yourself some comfort, but Keigo takes that as you losing focus.

“C’mon, mama, don’t leave me out,” he pouts, giving your ass another sharp smack. “Throw that ass back for me. Fuck me back. Show me how much you love this.” And, like a little doll being controlled, you do so, tossing your ass back into him to shove his cock deeper inside of you. “There we go,” he moans. “That’s perfect. You’re perfect…our perfect girl.” 

You swear you nearly squirt when he says this. Being between them, getting your brains fucked out by them, you feel as if you are their perfect girl only. You are there to please them, and they you. You want this moment to last forever, but as their thrusts in unison begin to quicken and their moans intensify, you can tell that your end is about to be reached.

Keigo presses a kiss to your back, buried to the hilt inside your pussy. “We love you so much, y’know that?” he pants. “We fuckin’ adore you, Y/N.” 

“So much!” Dabi grunts, pulling out to tap his dick against your lips and chin. “You’re the best little slut for us.”

You whimper at their words, your pussy quivering and clenching around the big cock inside of you. “Think we can make her cum at midnight sharp, D?” Keigo chuckles, realizing that you’re close. “I wanna ring in the new year the right way.”

Dabi only mischievously grins, wordlessly agreeing to the naughty act of celebration. 

The song switches to something smooth and relaxing yet adds to the intensity of your end––“Sit On It” by Jazmine Sullivan and Ari Lennox––and it doesn't take long for the duo to begin to feel their orgasms coming.

“God fuckin’ dammit, I’m ‘bout to cum,” Dabi groans, feral and losing control. “Take me deep, baby doll. Deep down that slutty throat.” 

Keigo tugs on your hair as he grips your hip with the other hand, railing you into the mattress. “M’close too,” he warns. “I can tell you’re gonna cum too, baby bird. Are we gonna make that little pussy cum?”

His hand loops between your thighs to rub at your clit, each circle he makes with his fingers pushing you closer to the edge of no return. Dabi’s dick slips out of your mouth, letting you take a breath and utter your arrival.

“K-Kei!” you sob. “T-Touya, please! I’m gonna cum!” 

As the music plays, something breaks through to mingle with it: all around you––on the TV downstairs, outside your balcony, through the walls next door––people begin to countdown from ten till midnight. Till the new year. You were getting fucked so good that you nearly forgot it’s NYE. 

Ten. 

Nine.

“There’s the countdown,” Keigo moans, quickening his pace and nailing your G-spot again and again. “C’mon and cum with us, baby. We’ve got you. It’s okay.” 

Eight… 

Seven.

Six. 

Grunts, groans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin fill the bedroom as you get closer to your climax. “Cum, baby!” Keigo demands, gripping onto you tight as he pummels into your pussy. “Cum while I fill you up.” 

Five. 

Four. 

Three. 

“Cum all over that dick, baby doll,” Dabi growls into your ear as he shoves his cock deeper down your throat, prepared to fill it up. “Do it. Make us proud, Y/N.” 

Two. 

One. 

Zero.

Happy New Year!

Cheers, applause, and the sound of makeshift fireworks and poppers fill the tense air, making you feel as if all of this is happening because you’re cumming for your boys as much as they want you to. Because you're doing as they told you to.

As soon as the countdown reaches one, you gush around Keigo’s cock just as he fills you up, digging his fingers into the flesh of your ass as he does.

Dabi joins you both, cumming down your throat, his deep, guttural grunts mixing with Keigo’s louder, high-pitched moans. You scream around Dabi’s cock as your orgasm takes your body and propels it through the skies.

You’re soaring, flying above the clouds. You feel like you could touch the stars with how good you feel. 

But just as quickly as it comes, it fades, deliciously so. You ride the wave for a couple of minutes with Keigo and Dabi whose thrusts slow and grow sloppier the more they try to chase that high.

“Fuck me,” Keigo sighs as he gently pulls out of your tight hole, groaning at how his cum drips out of you and down your thighs. You reach back to stroke the buttery-soft feathers of his wings, helping him ride out that wave of bliss, pleased with the soft whimpers he gives you.

Dabi slides out of your mouth, leaving cum and spit staining your lips and chin. He wipes it away with his thumbs, letting you suck on them when they linger close to your mouth. Keigo moves to pause his music, the air now filled with your soft panting and the muffled sounds from the TV and your neighbors. 

When your orgasm finally fades, you settle onto your elbows, finally able to rest. You feel achy and sore yet immensely satisfied. You can hardly believe it. You just had your first threesome with your boyfriend and childhood friend. “Wow,” you sigh. It’s all you can say.

Keigo grins down at you, sitting back on his hands, glinting in sweat and his semi-hard cock splayed out in front of you. “Right?” he chuckles. “That’s the only word to describe it. You alright, Dabi?” 

You look over to the ex-villain who is lying on his back next to you, looking content. “Never better,” he softly sighs. “I haven’t came that hard in ages.”

Keigo sniggers, winking at him. “Told you she’s good,” he chuckles and the fact that he’s talked about your skills makes you flush.

“Never did I think I’d fuck my boyfriend and my friend at the same time,” you giggle, mostly at the absurdness of it. Talk about ending the night with a bang. 

“And now you’re about to cuddle with ‘em,” Keigo adds. Dabi side eyes him to which Keigo returns it. “What? Do emotionally damaged, bad boys not like cuddles?” He snuggles in next to you on your right, helping you turn around so you’re facing his chest and handsome face.

You look back at Dabi, hoping your backside and puppy dog eyes will reel him in. “Please, Dabi?” you innocently beg, staring up at him through your lashes. 

Fortunately, your ass and eyes win him over. “Such a baby,” he sighs with an eye roll, but snuggles up behind you anyway, his hand laying lazily on your thigh. “You need to stop spoilin’ her so damn much, bird brain,” he criticizes Keigo who laughs, having no intention of stopping.

For a while, the three of you lay in complete silence, no words needed. Dabi strokes up and down your side, starting from your hip to your calve and back up again. Keigo presses kisses to your cheek and forehead, his fingers drawing shapes on your back. You press a hand to his beating heart and play with his necklace, breathing in both his and Dabi’s mingling scents.

“This was so, so nice,” you hum, content and satisfied. “Thank you both so much for this. I love you both so much.”

Keigo presses another chaste kiss to your cheek, his touch as soft as a butterfly’s wings. “And we love you too,” he murmurs into your hair. Dabi doesn’t say it, but he doesn’t have to. The kiss he leaves on your shoulder blade is all the confirmation you need that the feeling is mutual. 

Knock, knock, knock!

You startle, jumping out of your skin as you and the boys look toward the bedroom door. Keigo shields you with his wings immediately, your entire body covered with red feathers. 

“And I love y’all too,” Rumi calls through the door, "but you freaky motherfuckers woke me up! And I missed the countdown! At least wake me up with your fucking before midnight!” 

You, Keigo, and Dabi silently look at each other before erupting into laughter. “Sorry, cottontail,” Keigo laughs despite Rumi cussing outside the bedroom door. “Oh, and before we forget…” 

He and Dabi slowly move in and each press a kiss to your cheeks. “Happy New Year,” they say in unison. 

THE END. 

[vivid-badsquad]

if i cant draw them.

then ill explain them. (GET READY FOR A SEMI-SIZED, NO TYPING QUIRK POST UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE I LOVE THEM. im pullin out the proper grammar n all man.)

Kohane's family go on holiday(/vacation) one year to a seaside town. In the town, a fairly famous painter and his family live, the Shinonomes. There's Akito, who is normally found with another young boy and a young girl (all around Kohane's age) (Touya and An, if you couldn't guess) while the older child of the two found herself mainly by the shore, painting until dusk. Ena.

Kohane, one night, decides to sneak out of the house when she sees the moon shining down upon the sea in such a way that she had to take pictures of it to show her dad when she got back. So, taking her camera and and bundling up (it's cold. of course she's not just gonna go out in her pyjamas like in the movies, she's not gonna go and get a cold just for a few photos!) she left, shutting the door of her parent's holiday home behind her to venture out to a cliff by the building. That was always a good thing about where her parents' had bought the place, it was so close to a cliff side that they didn't have to go far to take breathtaking pictures of the sunrise or sunset.

However, the moon wasn't the only thing that caught her attention. There was a figure laying upon the shore, an odd shape where it's legs' should be flapping in front of it. The silhouette was familiar to Kohane. Long, wavy hair, two buns either side (she could only assume. why would anybody only put one bun up in their hair??) and an easel not too far from it. Was that... No. It couldn't be, right? It couldn't be Ena...

During her time away from her real home, Kohane had gotten to know Akito and his friends', and the four of them had created a small group together. With this, Kohane had also got to know Akito's sister better. The two had a lot in common, and would find themselves drifting towards eachother when Akito wasn't around. They frolicked across the edge of the sea. Or, well... Kohane did. Ena never stepped foot into the water, constantly making excuses about how cold it was or that she needed to finish a sketch so badly that she couldn't just leave it for a few minutes. It all made sense to Kohane now.

She found herslef wandering down the stony path that lead to the actual beach, walking across the sand barefooted, holding her sandals in one hand with her camera secured around her neck, calling out to the brunette. It was almost like magic the way Ena's legs rebuilt themselves so that she was bipedal again, standing up and rushing to Kohane with a look of terror on her face. She warned Kohane of her misfortune, about how if she told anybody in the small town about her, that she would be shunned for life. Kohane stuck to that promise, vowing never to tell a sould about what she saw.

It seemed the two only got closer from that day forward. Kohane started hanging out with Akito much less, now focusing on Ena more than anything. A lot of her cameras storage seemed to be taken up by the brunette, not that she cared. Candids of the girl painting by the shore into the twilight and blurry photos in return of Kohane herself filled the camera. A picture or two of Ena could be found deep in the storage of her in the water, hair splayed around her as if she were an angel.

The day that they first kissed was a surprise to nobody. The sun was going down and the beach was deserted apart from the two girls. They were laying against the sand, Ena picking up a shell once in a while and throwing it across to be swept away by the tide. Kohane rolled onto her side, admiring the older girl. The way her hair formed a dark ring around her head, her chestnut eyes shimmering in the moonlight. Her cheeks flushed with the thought of her lips on Ena's, heart pounding and brain turned to mush. Ena noticed the girl's trouble. Of course she did. She was good at picking up on that kind of stuff.

To the surprise of nobody in the town, Ena had fallen head over heels for the blonde girl, constantly doodling her in her sketchbook, only to be flustered and rub the drawings out.

(ILL FINISH THIS LATER I PROMISE IVE WRITTEN SO MUCH MY BRAIN JUICES. ILL PUT A SUMMARY 4 THE REST OF IT THO. basically they kiss and they are really really gay until Kohane has to go back home boom done i just need to... write all of that. eventually.)

[katsukikitten]

CLIP THAT - Tomura's Route

Chapter One - First Blood

Your life was both comical and tragic, especially how you ended up in the situations you did. Your most recent feat was a one night stand that turned into you being a live in maid for Touya. Although the internet knew him as the famous faceless streamer whose voice could make anyone purr and you were sure his fingers could too.

But you were smarter than what the universe thought, knowing damn well that Touya was so wholly unavailable that even multiple nights of mind numbing sex couldn't get you to date him and now with his focus on music too the two of you had hardly seen each other at all. Making your lust for him dwindle exceedingly fast and besides Touya made it very clear that sex wasn't part of the living arrangement.

Your routine was simple, make sure Touya didn't sleep in too late or stay up too late for that matter. Make sure he was fed despite his small appetite and even smaller pallet, that the house was clean and that his laundry was folded. He didn't mind that you set it on his queen sized bed, he slept beside it, picking from his variety of black and blues daily and tossing his dirties in the hamper or better known as "close enough."

But Touya promised he'd clean his own bathroom and it was obvious he kept it pretty neat despite his usually messy dark hair and the deep bags under his eyes. His vocals deeper in the morning always taking you by surprise when he says "Morning Doll."

Other than that you were free to do as you please, never expected to pay rent and that you didn't have to worry about a thing. He paid you too so you wouldn't feel trapped where you were.

Touya was a good guy for the most part, he was just so emotionally unavailable you had a better chance of being romantically involved with a fucking rock.

Besides, cleaning soothed you, gave you a great sense of purpose, so much so you even played little house cleaning games in your free time as if you hadn't gotten enough. You got to listen to music as you worked, wearing little but an oversized hoodie you stole from Touya and your underwear as you dusted danced with your headphones in while Touya did some sort of video or stream in his room. Blissfully unaware of your surroundings in the quiet apartment.

Meanwhile Tomura stands in the entrance of the home, hand gripping the knob as he snarls. Touya hadn't mentioned he had a girlfriend but the more he watched you dance around the well decorated space the more it made sense. From the throw pillows on the couch to the fuzzy blanket thrown neatly over the back of the sofa and the candle that was burning this season's scent, it was quite obvious you lived here. The man hadn't even fished his key out of the lock yet and he was already beyond annoyed, live in girlfriends or significant others almost always spelled drama. If they could, his jagged ruby eyes could cut into your skin yet still they soften the more they watch. Especially as they move down your frame and land on your pretty legs hat peak out from under the hoodie that lands mid thigh. Too long for Tomura's liking and immediately he's sighing. Cannot believe he's thinking about those pretty legs wrapped around his tapered waist, grip on the handle as he thinks to slam the door shut. To call Touya and tell him to fuck himself, the deal was off.

Instead you turn around, met with that harsh gaze and scream. A loud sound before you scream again, pulling uselessly at the front of the oversized hoodie to try to hide yourself as Touya's name echoes around the house.

Touya ripped open his door quickly, eyes flashing in anger not at you but at the door as he looks for what he could only assume was an intruder before he relaxes, pulling you close to his shirtless chest.

"Oh Doll, this is our new roommate, Tomura."

"A heads up would have been nice!" You hiss, shoving him and he laughs again.

"I could have sworn I told ya."

"You didn't mention a girlfriend." Tomura's gaze is bored as he looks over the two of you. You seemed to fit well together so it should be of no concern to him.

His twisting gut begs to differ. He tongues one of his snake bites out of habit as you look him over. Black hair up in a little bun, a few shorter hairs hanging loose partially covering his dark eyes and it shows his undercut that he keeps closely shaved, you wonder why and you'll soon come to find out it helps to keep him cool while he does his grueling shift work, the bags under his eyes are hint enough but he never complains.

Tomura hasn't known anything other than survival, scared lip and brow from when his father hit him too hard growing up set in a never ending grimace. All because poor Tomura couldn't stop his anxious habit of scratching at his sensitive skin under his eyes and throat. His mother packed his and Hana's bags that night, fleeing with them in the witch's hour to some shoddy apartment where the rent was too damn high. Changing their names to avoid detection and so Tomura's childhood died with Tenko. From a young age Tomura learned to cook and care for Hana. Made meals for his mother and made sure to cover her in a blanket when she passed out on the couch between her two jobs. The second he turned 15 and was tall enough to pass off as an 18 year old he started work. The kind that doesn't look too closely at his fake ID or his once baby face, taking up the position as man of the house until his mother was stable enough he could move out.

Problem was rent was expensive close to his job and he was finally tired of working doubles just to pay to sleep for a few hours in a shitty one bedroom apartment. He'd gone to high school with Touya so the arrangement had seemed ideal but he should have remembered that the guy always told a lie by omission.

"Oh I'm not his-"

"It doesn't matter does it sweet cheeks?" Touya chuckles as he makes his way back to the bed room, "You'll make Tomura-kun's favorite won't you?"

You snarl your lip, how the fuck were you supposed to know what the man's favorite dish was.

"M not hungry." He sounds so…disgusted? You barely caught his name and yet here he was, probably watching you reach up to dust a top shelf and catching the scalloped lace of your underwear. Suddenly your cheeks heat and you rush to your own room, leaving Tomura up for assumption that his room was on the left.

He readjusts his duffle with his very little belongings on his shoulder. Old PC, key board, mouse, a few work outfits and fewer comfy clothes with toiletries that made his hair like midnight silk. He's thankful to find a bed fitted with clean sheets, an old gaming chair and desk while a lone lamp looms in the corner. The overhead light busted but Tomura didn't care.

The only thing that bothered him was how often his mind went back to you and the way you looked so cute.

It should be his hoodie you're wearing

The thought was disturbingly aggressive, at least when it came from a man who hardly had the drive to eat, let alone lust. The familiar buzzing happens under his skin, rusted nails just below the surface skittering across his nerve endings in slow, deep grooves. Loud enough he cannot help it, cannot help his own blunt nails reaching out and tracing over the sensation. He can still feel it, feel the uncomfortable steel wool rake itself across his subdermis, begging to break free from the confines of the smooth skin of his throat. Something warm and sticky settles under the painted blunt nails of his fingers.

For the first time in a long time Shigiraki Tomura draws blood.

[mango-bango-bby]

Can you write a part three to family where Tabiki meets some more Todoroki’s beside endeavor like Shoto or Natsuo etc. Pretty please with a cherry on top🙏🙏🙏

♡ Family (Part Three) ♡ (SPOILERS!!)

(A/N: I chose Natsuo!! Mostly because I don’t wanna go into the angsty stuff around Shoto, I just wanted this to be wholesome!! Also, y’all love Tabiki, I’m glad!! I can’t wait to write more for him and his papa!)

Summary: Tabiki, while staying with his aunt Fuyumi for a day, meets his Uncle Natsuo! (Yan!Dabi x GN!Reader, but neither reader or Dabi are in this)

Part One: Here ♡

Part Two: Here ♡ (Neither of these parts really have anything to do with this one, though)

“Auntie Yumi, how can you even see through these!?” Tabiki asks, wearing his aunt’s glasses. The glasses are much to large for the boys small face. Fuyumi let’s put a small chuckle before grabbing her glasses and putting them back on her face. “Not all of us have good vision like you do” She gently pats her nephew on the head, before getting up to check the pizza that was currently in the oven.

Fuyumi was very lucky to be one of the very few people to even know about Tabiki’s existence. She had even known her nephew since he was born. Her brother Touya, now going as Dabi, was a world famous villain so whenever his son was born, he couldn’t go to the store to get normal baby things such as toys or bibs or high chairs. So, for the first time in years, he reached out to Fuyumi asking her to get him baby supplies. Of course, she agreed. Although he truly did wish that their other siblings could meet their nephew as well.

Fuyumi loved and adored her nephew. Being the Tabiki’s home teacher and teaching him basic skills since he can’t actually go to school because of who his father is. Now, Fuyumi knows that you and Dabi only got together because Dabi had been a stalker that kidnapped you. She even debated calling the police but after seeing how happy you and your little boy seemed, she decided against it. Even though your very strange relationship with Dabi, you two, like every couple, need some alone time together! So Fuyumi was watching over your son while you two did so.

“Auntie Yumi” Tabiki whined, running into the kitchen, cling to his aunt’s pants “There’s someone at the door” He whispers, holding even tighter onto her. Fuyumi let’s put a small sigh, every time anyone was at the door the young boy freaked out. Scared that it would be hero’s there to take him away from you, his father, and his Auntie Yumi.

“It’s alright, sweetie” Fuyumi smiles down at Tabiki, ruffling his white hair, earning a whine from the boy. Tabiki stays standing in the kitchen while his aunt calmly walks towards the front door of her apartment.

“Hello?” Fuyumi gently calls out, creaking the door open slightly. Tabiki peaks his head over the kitchen counter, although he was scared, he was intrigued. The only people he knew were Dabi, you, and Fuyumi. Tabiki watches as his aunts face lights up at who ever is at the door, she begins even happily making conversation with them.

Tabiki becomes less tense in realizing that his aunt probably knows these people. Listening to the voices, it’s energetic and slightly deeper than his aunts, but not his fathers.

“Ah, I’m actually babysitting right now” Fuyumi explains to her brother, speaking to the people outside. “That’s alright! I’m sure that the kid won’t mind” A cheery voice says happily. Fuyumi knows that Dabi would probably be upset if she let Tabiki net the other Todoroki’s. However, he would probably forgive her. Plus, who was she to turn away her brother that just wanted to visit her and bring her some food?

Fuyumi looks down for a moment before smiling and opening her door. Tabiki gasps before jumping back behind the marble counter. He knows that he should probably trust this person because his aunt trusts them. But, his father always says to never trust anyone, and he listens to his father before anyone else! “Tabiki” Fuyumi calls, knowing that the small boy is in the kitchen. “I want you to come meet my brother”

Peaking over the counter, Tabiki can see a man with white hair and gray eyes. “Don’t wanna, Auntie Yumi!” Tabiki yells, him staying with his father’s words that anyone and any hero could try and take him from his loved ones.

“Want us to leave?” The man white hair asks Fuyumi, laughing the stubborn reaction. Fuyumi only laughs back. Tabiki sees that his aunt is clearly comfortable with this brother of hers, so he reluctantly comes out and says hello.

“He looks like Touya” Natsuo leans down to eye level with the boy, “My name is Natsuo! What’s your name? Do you have a quirk?” He asks, holding his hand out for Tabiki and smiling warmly. Tabiki widens his eyes at the opportunity to show off his awesome quirk that’s he had recently got!

“My name is Tabiki! My quirk is super awesome! I can make flames, wanna see!?”

“Sure, kid!”

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[hawksmybirdie7]

Hawks isn't sure this is a good idea? He looks around the room and sneaks through the window He stands in the middle of the room and sniffs the air.

The bedroom smells just like him....

Hawks opens the drawer looks through it's not there damn it. Opens all the drawers it's not in any of them.

"Fuck where could it be?" Keigo went over to the closet once he opens it something hits him Keigo falls backwards on to the floor his vision blurry head hurts Keigo not sure what's wrong with him but he needs to get out.

Crawling to the window he made it half but all his energy gone.

"Shit I can't lose consciousness." Keigo pulls his phone out once Hawks hits the call button he loses consciousness.

Touya used to shit happening to him his dad pro hero. He got kidnapped three times and fought villains. Touya would say his life inventful never dull.

Walking into his bedroom seeing an S class villain on his floor is new.

"What the fuck?" Now Touya should call his dad but the guy passed out.

Walking over to the unconscious villain Touya bent down looks at the guy.

"You're not bad looking. Hey! Why are you in my room huh?" Keigo turn his head voice is to loud...wait voice?

Hawks jump up too quickly falls over his vision still blurry everything spinning.

"Looks like my hidden traps work." Wing man hisses grabs onto the wall fuck can't believe I fell for that and damn why is Endeavor son hot.

Touya eyes wing villain he very famous tricking heroes even out smarting them. White hair man grins," looks like I caught the famous Hawks I should call my dad tell him." Hawks pales shit I can't get caught?!

"I will kill you before he arrives." Touya laughs," yea ok you can't stand up." Hawks spread his wings before Touya blinked Hawks onto of him feather blade on his neck. Touya wills himself to calm down but damn Hawks is fine af up close shit.

"Tell me where the files are?" Hawks wishes Touya didn't smell so good.

Huh what the fuck is this bird brain talking about?

"What? I don't know what you're talking about?" Hawks press blade deeper blood starting to drip," Don't play stupid I know the commission gave you papers now where is it?"

Fuck those files," Endeavor has them I gave them to him this morning!" Hawks huffs he gets off Touya jumps on the window sill.

"This isn't over Todoroki!" Flys off Touya sighs why does this shit always happen to me?

Fin?

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Okay so I’m not sure if you’ve done this yet but I don’t think you have- So how about something like the reader has to help Dabi re-dye his hair- it can be headcannons or whatever you want but it’s just an idea 👀

The scarred man was laid on the middle of your legs, back to your chest as you carresed his hair, one hand on his chest as he carresed with his thumb the back of your hand... gently and low hums coming from him reminding you of a cat's purr even.

Well... your boyfriend indeed reminded you of a cat so-

"If our life wasn't so fucked up I would remain like this... forever." He sighed as you kissed his forehead.

"Lazy ass." You giggled at his snort as he cracked one eye open lazily as a smirk was present on his lips.

"Well, we can always fool around if you know what I mean." You felt utter embarrassment at his words before slapping his shoulder gently as he let out a chuckle, closing his vibrant blue eyes once again.

Playing with his usual black hair, you notice the starts of white hair starting to grow out as your heart soared... Touya had actually red hair and you knew it already, grateful he trusted you enough, but it turned out white just like his mother's due to stress.

"I know what you're thinking." His voice made you stop amd freeze, fearful eyes at his relaxed persona on the middle of your legs "I look like a old man."

... sometimes you wondered how could Dabi make everything tragic of his laugh like a joke...

"Hah.. shame." He got up from you as you pouted at the miss if his body warm "Guess I will have to dye it back a little, is not yet time to show it off anyway." He scratched the back of his neck after scratching his arms, careful as always of his scars and staples.

He was about to take a step before he felt you getting up and holding his shoulder.

"Eh?"

"Can I help?" You smiled at him as the man lifted one of his eyebrows before realization sinked in.

"Clingy lil' shit we have here eh?" You huffed and lunched his shoulders as he cackled.

"Why you always have to be such a jerk?!" You shouted as he laughed, and you knew it that if his tears ducked weren't burn (;-;) he would be wiping one tear away. The audacity of this man had no fucking limits.

His laughter died down as you crossed your arms and huffed, his eyes softening... you were one of the few that could have the blessing of seing that gaze... the one he still reminded of the boy he was once before all the abuse.. His smile held no sadness or malice over it.

It held gratitude and love...

"I would actually love this doll."

"..." you blinked before widening your eyes at mock horror and pointing at him "Who are you and what did you did with my asshole of a boyfriend?"

"Geez I am really that terrible?" He scoffed as you couldn't help but let out a giggle at his deadpan expression before he scoffed, walking and waving you off as he walked towards the bathroom "No. Screw this. No more help."

"Wait wait wait!" You giggled while following "I was only joking baby I swear!" You laughed as you got the chance of hugging him from behind as he chuffed playfully, on the health part of his skin a subtle pink as he slapped your bum.

"HEY!"

"Let's end this nightmare already." He answered bluntly with a smirk while grabbing the towel and tossing over his shoulder.

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"You seem like you're enjoying this." You whispered gently, gloves on as you held the bottle in other, gently yet carefully applying on his head as he hummed.

"Sure. The view would be better if--"

"If you even dare to finish thhat sentence I swear I am dying your hair pastel pink." You growled as he smirked up at you, the little shit not even afraid of your empty threat.

If someone on the league or even a hero, saw how putty the famous category B villain Dabi was in your hands at this moment you would be in doubt if they would fear you more than him or worst...

Once Spinner had walked in on you two while on a make out session and your boyfriend did two things. Throw a ball of fucking fire at the poor lizard man and laugh at your embarrassed state of being caught.

Yet, you didn't mind it... even with the amount of teasing, the relationship, believe it or not, was healthy. It felt just right, neither of you got upset at each other that much and arguments were a rare thing thankfully... your eyes teared up at one night, Touya's nightmares and trauma got to him as you holded him close to you... he muttered in your neck that he could only thank you for being so perfect... for him not being like Endeavour to you like the hero was to gus own wife...

The amount of shit Dabi went through and yet he was still standing, broken? Sure, but still standing strong to his believes... You knew that when he wanted something he was willingly to go to freacking hell to get it.

His determination and passion were like his quirk, a vibrating and strong fire...

"All done... you just have to wash it now before your skin get inked as well." You carresed the wet and clingy looks as he opened his eyes, getting up with a sigh and giving the towel to you.

You waited a few minutes, hearing the shower running until your boyfriend was back, rubbing his wet hair to get dry again.

"So??" you asked hopefully as he cracked one eye open and smirked, continuing to rub his hair.

"It looks okay." He spitted at your victory expression.

"When all this shit ends I'm going to open a beauty salon and get my money from this!" You joked with laughter as him arched one of his eyebrows up while lowering his towel to his neck.

"The fuck you won't."

"Now I am offended." You placed a hand on your chest before yelping whem Dabi pulled you close and nuzzled your noses together before breathing in your scent.

"Those heavenly and smooth hands can only touch my hair... and my all body." He chuckled as you slapped his shoulder again.

"Pervert." You smiled up at him as he carresed your cheek, foreheads touching as he gazed in your eyes.

"Yeah I may be one, but you signed up for that when dating me doll, so I am your pervert." You giggled while wrapping your arms around his neck and the towel over it, locking his lips once as his hands holded onto your waist.

"Yep, my and mine alone."

"Same thing for you sweetcheeks."

[dadzawa-adopt-dabi]

Soulmate gift

“C’mon pretty, birdie, just a small touch to see if you're worth any effort.” Dabi gives Hawks a sharp grin as he slowly removes the gloves the Hero has on. He won’t actually do it. Would never touch him and wait for that zig everyone speaks about.

He’s teasing the bird, blue eyes lit up with mirth. Just a bit of amusement colors Dabi’s voice as he teases Hawks. The idea really is laughable. Personally, he finds the idea of having a Soulmate hilarious. He doesn't have a soulmate or have time to waste finding one if he wants to achieve his own goals. The black haired Villain merely enjoys teasing the Hero like any other young adult their age would. Hawks flirts right back with Dabi which, once he got the idea that Hawks was about as serious as he was about it, was fine. The suggestions Hawks has, make a tumble in the sheets with him sound almost worth it. Keigo’s breath hitches and Dabi smirks up at him, glove about halfway off.

It’s mostly just fun to fuck with Hawks’ head and tease his exposed wrist while he makes up what they would do if they were. He won’t actually touch the Celebrity Hero. The possibility of them actually being soulmates, however slim, is not a chance Dabi is actually willing to take. Not with Hawks, not with anyone, ever. Having someone in his head, knowing what he’s feeling sounds like a nightmare to him. Most romantics don’t think about how easy it is to manipulate someone. When you know what causes someone to be scared or fearful, then what will make them forgive you. Again and again. Dabi’s seen enough soulmate stories to last his entire lifetime and from the way Hawks talks about his parents, he’s not the only one. He’s jolted back to the present when Hawks calls his bluff.

Hawks smirk has Dabi’s teasing expression falling, his half lidded eyes widening as Hawks firmly grasps his wrist. Right on the scar line pulling his glove the rest of the way off with his teeth. Golden eyes narrowed, burning bright with challenge as Dabi started to pull at Keigo’s grip. He was just teasing. There’s no need for this, it was a joke, he doesn't want to actually test it! Hawks was like him, never in a relationship and avoided touching coworkers. The Hero’s hand fluttered next to his before slotting their hands together. Dabi’s heart stops as he glances between their hands and Hawks face with panic. The grip was too firm to escape as his chest refused to expand again.

Hawks' brain flooded with Dabi’s overwhelming emotions. Pure fear, crashing through the bond to him. Strong and overwhelming as it barrels into him. Keigo is lost an overwhelming grip of panic and horror. Dabi yanked his hand back harshly, the determination to be free of Hawks hitting him like a sledgehammer to his heart as Dabi’s staples nearly pulled free from his skin.

Dabi tried to force his still chest to move, to breathe with his hand cradled close to his chest. Frozen and watching Hawks. Hawks is still in shock when he gathers himself enough to dive for the fire escape off their fucking roof. He doesn't give himself time to brace himself mentally as he throws himself into action, coat swirling and flapping behind him. He hears Hawks yell for him to wait over the rushing in his ears, or maybe it's felt instead through their new bond. The strong pull and glimmers of other emotions as he struggles to figure out how to slam the bond shut. Surprise loud and clear, the bond saturated in happiness and affection. Amusement and enough determination to make Dabi’s blood run cold. “You don’t understand Touya, I can’t leave him. You can’t feel how determined he is like I can. How much he wants to make this work and how much he wants to do better.” His mother tells him softly with a bruised face and arms.

The thought of what Hawks might glean from Dabi’s emotions pushes him to throw himself down the rickety stairs. Hitting pavement and pushing his fragile body faster. He finally manages to close the bond, feeling Hawks on the other end. It feels like the Hero knocking on a door Dabi forced closed. He presses himself against a wall as he sees the shadow of Hawks flying above, looking for him. Texting Kurogiri his coordinates as his chest heaves and he coughs with the painful rush of breathing fresh air too fast. He regrets wanting to tell that joke, he shouldn’t have been flirting with Hawks at all. He can’t even enjoy a decent fuck with a hot spy of Hero. Closing the bond won’t work forever, it’s going to snap open at some point when he’s too weak to fight the side effects.

His spiraling thoughts are broken by Kuroguri opening a portal directly next to him. He hastily steps through, the sound of Hawks calling for him following Dabi. Every nickname he had ever called Dabi graced the air as he disappeared. Kuroguri looked as he came in. Setting the glass down quickly when he saw Dabi’s shaking form stumble in with his hand cradled to his chest. “Dabi, are you hurt?” Sako stood up as Shigaraki paused his game.

“It’s just a scratch. He gave it to me by accident.” He shook his head. He couldn’t endanger them, he wouldn't. There isn't much he needs to pack. Everything fits in his pockets or is left behind. Later he heads outside ‘for a smoke’. He doesn't come back. Disappearing into the maze of alleyways like only he knows how to do, even a lifetime later. Even when he’s no longer the son of a famous Hero dying his hair in gas station bathrooms anymore. Some things don’t change. Like soulmates scaring the shit out of him and running away.

Dabi flinched at his phone ringing, the shrill sound setting off more waves of pain. It had been several days since the incident Hawks had thrown them into. Last he had been able to stand looking at his phone for news the pigeon had been unaffected. While Hawks was able to be a Hero unaffected Dabi was holed up in an abandoned apartment. A single studio room apartment. Easier for him to drag the ratty mattress into a corner of the room, where he can see all exits. Dabi knows he’s been forcing the soulbond closed for over a week at this point. Everything hurts and he can feel his heartbeat pulsing with the pain, stemming from his head and traveling down his spine through his limbs. He won’t be able to keep it closed forever. The strain is already too much. Eventually the bond will snap open. Hawks will find him, following their soulbond straight to him. “If I ever found my soulmate I’d never let them go. Whatever it took to keep them.” Hawks' smile is soft but Dabi’s skin crawls. Memories of sirens and screaming not to be taken from her soulmate hit him as he bears his teeth. “Awfully dark thought for a Hero birdy.” he comments as he blows a ring of cigarette smoke out into the cold night air. Beside him Hawks shivers. He doesn't tease the offer of a warmer body tonight. A stupid fucking Hero, he’d never have a moment of happiness again .

Like thinking about it caused it to happen, the bond slams open. One moment it was firmly shut. gentle knocks from the other side for a few days but Dabi kept it shut, the next moment he felt it slack. Then the bond snapping open letting him feel concern, pain and anger through the other end. Colored dots reminiscent of when he was younger and trying to stay up later to train drift in front of his eyes. The emotions grow stronger as Hawks starts following the bond to him. A direct string to Dabi that both of them could feel and understand.

There’s a new feeling of shame and anger through the bond, much stronger as Hawks arrives at the decrepit apartment building. Dabi shuffles and slams for the bond as his eyesight blinks in and out. He’s been through pain, half of his body is scars, he can force this away. He’s been through hell and back mentally, emotionally ,and physically enough times that pushes through this new pain to shut the bond. The bond remains closed again for exactly one more minute. Letting Dabi collapse back in his bed and tremble, exhausted as it springs back open. His phone rings with Hawks number again as he curls into himself. There’s nothing he can do now. He can only wait for Hawks to find him. It was worth the attempt to hide himself. He tried at least and he was able to lead Hawks away from the League.

The door to his room slams open with a growl of his name leaving Hawks voice. Dabi feels his stomach lurch at the sound. He’s supposed to be free of this. Not react to anger with becoming violently ill anymore, but he’s always had a weak stomach hasn’t he? He’s back where he started all over again. He presses a hand tightly over his mouth as he shakes. waiting for the pain to die down and his vision to return to normal. Hawks stalls in the doorway, backlit and shadowed he looks angier than Dabi has ever seen him. Once he sees Dabi, shaking and curled in the corner with open unseeing eyes, he firmly shuts the door. He wasn’t the one in pain, he wasn’t the one who had been holding the door closed for over a week. The Hero Commision had even prescribed medication designed for rejected soulmate bonds to him. “Just in case he changed his mind” and decided to continue his spy mission.

“So were you always just going to leave me there? Or is being attached to a Hero too much for you?” Hawks sneered down at him. “Real adult of you, running away from a challenge that you issued. Then hiding like some sort of child instead of just telling me all you had wanted was a quick fuck.”

He dropped the rest of the bags. Anger rolling in his stomach as he stares down at Dabi’s form. The place was disgusting and he was frustrated that his soulmate had been staying here. He could have been staying with the league if he wasn’t so determined to run away. Dabi had even been the one to start this, long looks and teasing touches as he left Hawks with blue balls after almost every meeting. Part of Hawks was sick of being good enough for a fantasy fuck or a one night stand. Dabi hadn’t even given him the chance to prove he could be whatever Dabi needed.

“We went from let’s fuck after weeks of you saying you wanted me, to you vanishing the second we had something solid!” he snaps at Dabi, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. His soulmate was someone who hated him and wouldn’t even give him the smallest chance to prove himself. He had the right to be a little bitter, considering he had spoken with Dabi about soulmates before. He’d made it clear he would bend over backwards for one, while Dabi had said they would have to be special.

“What do you - fuck you! you couldn’t even be nice for a day? Straight to it?” Dabi hissed as his vision cleared slowly. Squaring his shoulders against the ache covering his full body. It was just going to get worse, might as well jump with Hawks right into it. The dance of will they won’t they and no strings attached was over. The mischievous teasing that Dabi would never waste on a soulmate was over. Now he was trapped with a Hero who wanted sex right off the bat.

He didn’t react to the magnetic pull he could feel from Keigo. Cover him in his touch and hold him. Like Dabi had ever been thought of as worth anything by anyone.

“The fuck is wrong with you? You’re the one that decided it would be a oh-so-funny idea to fuck around Dabi and test it. The idea of fucking a top 10 Hero was okay but only if you got something out of it? Just a thrill for you?” Keigo growled at him, frustrated. Dabi flinched and let himself lay back down. Staring at the ceiling as his head pounded and Hawks got up, stomping around. his black heavy boots stopped on the edge of the bed.

Dabi looks blankly over at him. Seeing his face clearly for the first time since he walked in. The Hero looks angry, he feels angry. He wants to get it over with at this point. He’s stapled together, there’s not a whole lot Hawks can do to him that hasn’t already been done. Not knowing what he’s going to do causes Dabi to flinch and shiver in pain again.

“It’s different okay? A no strings attached roll in the sheets would have been perfect, you think I want to be stuck with a Hero? What are you going to do? Lock me up, keep me in your apartment like some fucked up broken housewife Hawks? I’m a Villain!” He snapped at him as he flipped him off. Dabi was a contradiction to Hawks. Curled into a protective ball away from him, but flipping him off and screaming at him at the same time.

“The hell are you talking about making you a housewife? I’m --” Hawks took a breath as he shook his head. The fear and pain his soulmate was radiating clouded his head and fed his own emotions. He’d waited this long for a soulmate and wouldn’t give Dabi up. He hadn't wasted the time Dabi had given them, he’d been researching and waiting for Dabi. Every second he wasn’t working he had been looking up the soulmate laws and a way to keep Dabi out of jail. He needed Dabi to trust him, enough to know if anything he found, if it would work. Hawks could work on that, coul earn his trust. If he knew how to do anything, it was how to put in enough work.

Dabi’s stomach growled again. As Dabi’s eyes darted away from him for a moment, a tinge of embarrassment and more anger came across the wide open bond. One problem at a time, food was an easy thing for him to solve, a decent way to earn Dabi’s trust seeing as they had eaten together before. A couple seconds fiddling with his phone and he had something easy to eat on the way. He'd been feeding Dabi before with their regular meetup’s so who knew how long it had been now since the villain ate.

“You're been feeling a lot of fear and anger. Did someone do something at some point? Did I do something?” He saw Dabi curling tighter into himself with every word he spoke. He hated seeing Dabi in pain, so many meetings turned into ‘use my first aid’ and ‘let's go out to eat.’ That was gone now. Hawks ripped a bottle of bond blockers out of his pocket. Relief and a feeling of resignation came across the bond instead of the happyness or gratitude he had been expecting. Still it was progress away from fear or anger. Until Hawks went to place it to Dabi’s outstretched hand. Resentment making everything feel bitter on both ends of the bond as anger came back with embarrassment on Dabi’s.

“Don’t think about it too hard asshole. Just take the damn pill. Shut me out again so we can talk about what you want to do with us. Since you didn’t want me.” He bit the last sentence out, letting how angry and bitter he was color his words. Shoving the bottle in Dabi’s trembling hands as he went to grab the delivered food. He came back in just in time to watch Dabi throw the pill bottle across the room. Looking at Hawks with wide eyes when he came back in. A tsunami of fear crashed across the bond as they stood frozen looking at each other.

“Don’t fucking come near me.” Dabi's rough voice scratched out at him. Keigo wonders if he has any good emotions at this point. If Dabi ever feels anything besides anger, fear and shame. Although, he is probably the one causing that. Sleeping with a Hero is different from being soulmates, and Dabi probably saw his talons that day up on the roof. He’s different behind the glitter and glam of being a Hero.

“It’s just bond blockers, Dabi. You don’t have to take them. It would just make talking a little easier if we’re not constantly picking apart our emotions.” Dabi doesn't respond as he grinds his jaw, Keigo can see the muscle jumping in it across the room, and refuses to answer as shame increases across the bond. Hawks has his own side shut, there’s no need for Dabi to know how desperate he is to make this work. How tired he is or frustrated.

“Shame? Really your ashamed of me? My hero status?” He picks the bottle up again, bringing it over and placing it in Dabi’s hands again. He stares with wanting eyes at the food before finally just opening the bottle and taking a blocker. It still makes Keigo feel sick to his stomach, to know Dabi’s needs are so easily met by him while Dabi looks like he’s preparing to give up a first born. Determination slides across and resignation, not a good combination as Hawks braces himself.

“Why don’t we talk about what you want for the food vs what i'm willing to give for it first Hero.” He sneers the word Hero. “Hand job. You don’t get to touch me and I'll give you a hand job.”

Hawks narrows his eyes and drops the arm with the outstretched food back close to his body, stunned. What has he done that would make Dabi think that he has to do anything for dinner? He’s never acted like this and the first time Dabi ever accepted an offer of dinner he’s flirted the entire time. Making Hawks choke on his own food with filthy innuendo’s.

He gets brought out of his thoughts at the feeling of a warm hand stroking his dick through his pants. Dabi kneeling in front of him and sending a truly poisonous glare up from in between his legs as he works open his pants. The bond still held open let him feel Dabi’s resentment and shame boiling over. Dabi lowers his eye lashes as he pulls Hawks pants and boxers down. A feeling that Keigo couldn’t describe as anything other than anguish greeted him when Dabi got an eyeful of him, still soft after the gentle rubbing Dabi had been giving him as Hawks was bombarded with Dabi’s emotions.

“If I’m so fucking ugly to you but you’re gunna demand shit from me anyways, then look away.” Dabi hissed and licked his palm. Hawks caught his hand as Dabi tried to continue the handjob.

“Counter deal hot stuff. Eat the food. Tell me why you thought I'd let you do something that makes you feel ashamed. Or when have I ever called you anything but good looking. Or charged you dinner.” He set the food down and shoved himself back into his pants. Press smile firmly plastered on his face, nothing wrong here it said. Dabi didn’t want him but was upset when he wasn’t turned on?

Dabi’s stomach rumbled and he snatched the bag up. Hawks had never jerked him around like that before, but that didn’t mean that he never would. He’d had food placed in front of his face and jerked away from him before. Hawks was even more likely to do it since they were soulmates and he had the ability to know when Dabi was angry at him now. When he was afraid and Hawks had the upper hand. His hands shook as he brought the food out of the bag and as he stole glances at Hawks. Who kept inching closer until Dabi was sick of him acting like he was some stray feral animal. If Hawks wanted a fuck then it was going to take more than this food, he’d laid out his offer already and Hawks had said he hadn’t wanted that from him.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” Dabi hissed at him as he finished one container, looking skeptically at the second one. He’d eaten it too fast, if he ate the second one he’d puke. He knew it but what was worse was feeling this concern from Hawks. Knowing that it would end eventually.

“Obviously I didn’t actually think we would be fucking soulmates. I ran off the second I could. So why the fuck did you come looking for someone who wants nothing to do with you?” He laid back against the wall, watching Hawks out of the corner of his eyes.

“I didn’t know why you ran off. Just that you were afraid and then angry when I got here.” Hawks tried not to continue watching him eat. Feeling that it made Dabi uncomfortable. “I’d just, I’d wanted to make sure you were okay. Not a lot of this is making sense frome my perspective Dabi, one minute you were down to fuck and challangeing me to do something about it. Then your running before I can even ask what I did wrong.”

“This has my name on it?” Dabi examined the pills Hawks had given him earlier. Glaring at him as his stomach settled and he relaxed further, letting the wall support more of his weight. His head still pounded as he squinted at Hawks. He didn’t really trust Hawks but his head hurt and there wasn’t anything that would stop the Hero from doing what he wanted anyways. He was stuck to the Hero now. “I don’t want a soulmate. Think I want to be stuck with some cocky bigshot Hero who won’t leave me alone?”

“Then maybe you should have said that.”Hawks bit out. It took a few seconds of them sitting there for Dabi to realize what had changed. Why his headache was nearly nonexistent instead of debilitating.

“What did you give me?” He hissed out and flexed his fingers, bringing them up in front of his face. Pulling at a staple and realizing that his pain had dulled there as well.

“Generic painkillers come with rejected soulbond medication. I’ve been taking it for the last week. Had to go tell my higher ups and get everything sorted out when you took off like a bat out of hell.” Hawks tucked his face into his collar so it was harder to get a read on his face. “Only my doctor knows who my soulmate is. I had him fill a prescription for you and we guessed basic things like weight and height. Pain tolerance and allergies, I know you don’t like fish but we just went with saying it was an allergy.”

Dabi slumped against the bed with the fight draining out of him again. Hawks had given him medication, food and hadn’t touched him yet. The bar was so low it had hit magma and melted years ago if Dabi was honest. He didn’t want to be honest. It was hard to be on guard when he felt taken care of like this. When he still felt a pull to Hawks and wanted to nap beside him for a post food nap.

“And I'm supposed to be grateful for this? Trying to earn my affection already or what?” Dabi meant to snap at Hawks. It came out as a soft question. His eyes fluttered shut when Keigo’s hand brushed his and it felt like every millimeter of skin that touched was warmed. Keigo linked their pinkies together and Dabi stared. It felt like too much and not enough while his throat felt tight. Why was seeing their hands linked enough to make his chest feel tight? Keigo softly stroked the back of his hand and he pulled it back. Curling on his side to face Hawks on the old mattress while tucking his hands back close to his chest.

“I don’t know. I’m just, I don’t think there’s a right answer to that for me Dabi. Just like there isn’t a right answer to what I’d wanted from this, from a soulmate all my life. Because I’m not the one that’s struggling and I’m not the one that matters right now. I fed you because you were hungry, I gave you medication because you needed it.” Keigo gave a half hearted shrug, carefully keeping his eyes trained on the same space of wall. Not letting his expression change even as he felt his face muscles want to crumble. Want to frown, want to do anything other than change from his practiced gently reassuring expression. “What do you want from this then? Not someone to fuck on the regular, I’m not exactly a step up socially or finacially for you. So what do you want from me?” Dabi asked quietly. Keigo got up, started getting his things together. Unable to deal with his soulmate being so close and completely unwilling to be with him.

“Come home with me?” He saw Dabi stiffen at his poor choice of words, worse yet Dabi looked like he was thinking about it before Hawks clarified himself. “Not for that. Just, Dabi just come home with me okay? Eat my food and bitch like normal. You can sleep in the spare room like normal.”

“What’s it going to cost me Hawks? I want to be told upfront, whatever the price is so I can weigh if it's worth being stuck together.” he rasped at him and started testing the strength in his arms. The slowly dulling pain as he tested to see if he would be able to get himself out of here.

“Is it really that far out of your mind that the guy who has been flirting with you and giving you my level best bedroom eyes for a month may have wanted to spend some time with you?” Hawks asked softly as he stood up and bent down to scoop Dabi’s too thin body into his arms.

Dabi didn’t answer, too busy checking and making sure the bond was still closed on his side. He felt no more pain coming from it and it seems the “door” was sealed shut. He slumped a little further into Hawks warmth despite himself, resting his head against Hawks chest.

Dabi is sitting on Hawks couch months later, trying to come up with a way to tell Shigaraki why he’s no longer okay with this. Why he was “eyefucking in front of my salad” according to Shigaraki with Hawks last week, but now he’s going out of his mind being with the hero in the same apartment. The glass door slides open mid sentence as he’s cussing his crusty fucking boss out and he feels his staples strain along his shoulders. The door is carefully shut and his hair stands on end, that’s never good. Hawks always greets him, always let’s him know he’s home. one panic attack had been enough for them both.

Feathers on fire and both of them shaking at the close call. Dabi scrambled back to press himself against the cupboards. He hadn’t meant to hurt him. Had burned his soulmate and fuck, he really was like enji wasn’t he? Keigo very carefully sat down to try and talk to him until Hawks walked away. Allowing Dabi to finally find some sembelance of calm and join Hawks on the sofa to watch some stupid animal planet documentary. Eyeing the burnt feathers as a reminder of why this was a bad idea.

The controlled quiet is unnerving and without thinking Dabi checks his side of the bond for any cracks as he digs his bare toes into the couch cushions and forces himself to relax.

“Hey, Hero shit, the fuck are you being so quite for?” They both pretend Dabi’s voice doesn't shake as he asks Keigo. Keigo doesn't look at him, evidently pretending he hasn't heard him at all as he shuffles past to his bathroom. Dabi hears a choked off sound before the shower starts up and almost instinctively he reaches for Keigo’s end of the bond. He pulls back quickly but it ends up being the first sign that something is wrong. It’s shut, or feels like it’s shut.

They had been born like this, then twisted and burned and torn until they had to work to fit their jagged edges together again, they way they already had been. A constant work in progress and neither would give it up for someone easier. What was something worth if you didn’t have to work for it? Nothing happens that night and eventually Keigo comes out and asks if he can sit next to Dabi. Dabi almost wants this to work out.

If Dabi pulls Hawks into his lap half way through a cooking show and Hawks lets him, neither bring it up. Hawks is tense in Dabi’s lap, Dabi is tense as he brings him over and they cuddle. They pretend to watch the show until they relax, Hawks growing heavy in Dabi’s arms. Waking up with cricks in their neck and legs tangled together. Hawks peacefully sleeping away some of the dark shadows under his eyes.

“Shit, didn’t mean to fall asleep on you last night.” Keigo gave a wide yawn and pressed his face closer into Dabi’s neck. Before his brain caught up with his body and he pulled away. Stuttering apologies with his hands fluttering around Dabi.

“Whatever, stop apologizing and get back here.” Dabi mutters, holding up the edge of the couch blanket. It’s far too easy to make Hawks call in and spend the day with him. He agreed immediately and it’s just a nice evening spent in front of the tv, pretending that they aren't soulmates. It twists something in Dabi’s gut, making him hesitate as he checks the bond. Are these Keigo’s emotions or his? But the bond is firmly shut. He heastites before leaving the bond shut on his end, if a little less pressure on it. Just in case Keigo opens his end, then he can check up on him.

The next time Dabi even thinks of the bond is a week later. When Shigaraki is asking if he can manage to come back to the base. If he wants to come back or if he’s unable to.

‘Of course I can, I’m not trapped here.’ he thinks right before his brain blue screens on him. He ends up telling Shigaraki he’s coming over tonight. He pauses dinner in the kitchen and rather than wait up for Keigo like usual, he puts his plate in the microwave.

He checks the bond on his end like always and this time, this time he stop’s pressing it shut. Leaving it to Keigo if he wants to force himself or try and open the bond before Keigo is ready. He hesitates in the middle of his room before he crawls under his own covers, he doesn't know what he had been expecting. Hawks feelings to hit him full force right away? He didn’t want that. Hawks wouldn’t want that either.

Eventually , Dabi gets curious and tries to open it on his end. He’s met with mild resistance that he shrugs off. It’s the only time he’s tried and maybe Hawks just doesn't want him around. Which is fine. It’s not like he wants the giant pigeon around either. He made his choice when he ran off in that panic, he doesn't regret it either. He slips out one night when Hawks is working late again. He hasn’t asked Hawks if he could go back to the league. He shouldn’t have to, Hawks may have put his spy gig on hold but this is more than a job for Dabi. These people are his friends. The only ones who get it. (The damn bird never seems to have a night at home and it’s even rarer that he wants to be around Dabi. He gets it, he wouldn’t want to be around himself either. Not after the shit show he caused over someone who didn’t even want him.)

He hates being away from them. Even when he left the base of his own violation to hide from Hawks. It’s nice to be home and even Toga clinging to him isn't enough to really annoy him. Dabi and the others have a long terse conversation about Hawks once they’ve had enough small talk. What he plans to do (nothing he can do) and how Hawks is treating him (Best Dabi could hope for. Ignored was better than anything else.)It vividly reminds him that Dabi cares for them, that they care back. One more Hero on their shitlist is something they would welcome without question if Dabi needed it. Not all Heroes are enji but Hawks doesn't seem to even be a person under the flimsy persona he wears. Except for late evenings and sobbing in the shower rarely.

“I’ll come see you guys when I can. He’s out a lot.” Dabi got up and headed for the door. Shigaraki paused his game and followed him, standing tensely beside the door frame with him.

“You don’t have to go back Dabi. We can protect you, you know. We can find a way to get you that medication and then it won’t be an issue.” He spoke much softer than when he had been leading the meeting. Talking as Dabi’s friend rather than just as his boss and leader of a group of ragtag Villains.

“I’m not willing to risk it. Not yet, he hasn’t done anything to me except stay at work and give me sad looks. He wasn’t what I expected from a soulmate either and he knows it.” Dabi shrugged in the pockets of his hoodie and looked outside. Expecting to see Hawks at any moment to check for him. He might still be sleeping at the office but Dabi had better leave before he had to be brought back. Hawks had let it slide the first time but who knows now? Dabi half wished Keigo wouldn’t be there, even if it left the entire point of going moot. He checked the bond again as he had been the entire time he was out. Still not open, he opened his side and found Keigo’s shut. No way to prepare himself if he couldn’t tell what Hawks was thinking.

“I’m checking on you in 2 days if I don’t hear back. Don’t want to lose you because you're too stubborn to let us help.” Shigaraki scowled at him but jerked his head to motion outside. Giving Dabi his cue to leave, but not before Shigaraki seemed to make a split second decision and pull him into a hug. “I’m a phone call away if you need some light dusting done and trash removed.”

Dabi’s eyes stung as he buried his face in Shigaraki’s shoulder. He could do this, he didn’t even actually think Keigo would notice if he was gone, let alone be mad. It was just the what if’s that always killed him. Nobody expects the worst from soulmates or Hero’s, that’s how they always got away with it.

It’s too quiet without Hawks trying and failing to be quiet around him. He glances up and around him as he walks, not focusing on the dirt in front of him as he searches the sky for Keigo. He’s not hovering around his usual buildings when he passes his patrol route either.

Dabi opens the door to the apartment, expecting to find Hawks in some sort of patronizing position ready to scold him for leaving the apartment. Instead he finds the hero in soft pajamas deliberately not looking away from the tv when he walks in. curled up in a tight ball in his armchair with his chin tucked on his knees. His knuckles are white, a stark contrast to the black as his own dye talons twisted in his sleep pants. The chair rocks as dabi enters and he looks at Keigo.

“You visit the league finally?” Hawks asks quietly with a painful sounding rasp to his throat. Dabi again goes to check Hawks mood through the bond, thrown off by the pang he feels at seeing Hawks so bothered by something.

“You hadn’t told me you would need me.” Dabi snaps out defensively as he stands in front of the TV and crosses his arms. Hawks barely even blinked and the hairs on the back of Dabi’s neck rose.

“You can come and go as often as you want Dabi, I never said you couldn’t leave. Just that I wanted to give you someplace that wasn’t that apartment you were squatting in when we found each other.” Hawks muttered softly before wiping at eyes Dabi was just realizing were red rimmed from tears. Feeling like he should follow Hawks, like Dabi wasn’t the one who had upset him in the first place.

“I’m sorry.” he mutters out as Hawks passes him and Keigo turns wide shocked eyes back to him.

“What? No. It’s my fault, I can't expect you to want to put up with me all the time when you never wanted a soulmate. They’re your friends and I'd never keep you from them.” he rubs the back of his head sheepishly and gives Dabi a bright grin. It’s a press worthy smile and it’s useless.

“I wouldn’t let you and I'm not sorry for going to see them, I mean the part where I obviously worried you. You're staying up all night waiting for me and a mess Kei.” Dabi shifted his weight to the other foot and he raised his head and met Hawks eyes. “Why is your side of the bond shut? I already know your angry with me, you”

Keigo’s shoulders jerked back and he flinched as Dabi reached for him.

“Don’t. I’m not sure our bond is weak enough to withstand us being physically close and still stay shut. You could accidentally force it open and, I'm. I’m a lot Dabi. You don’t have to deal with it. Being a Hero is a lot sometimes, on top of me just being fucked up.” He gave Dabi an unamused chuckle and Dabi grit his teeth. He could decide what he wanted all on his own.

He let Keigo leave with that plastered on reassuring smile and raised hands. Opening his own side of the bond again, ripping it open instead of poking around the mental space for once instead. There was nothing there, and Hawks had possibly just given him a reason why. Before, before they were soulmates Hawks had always looked surprised when Dabi flirted back. A faint trace of distress was felt through the bond, too faint to determine if it was anger or frustration or sadness or worry. Just that it wasn’t a nice feeling and as Dabi wrapped his mind around it and tugged, it was jerked away. No other emotions came across, no matter how faint or how long Dabi stayed up turning his assumptions over in his mind.

Over the next few days Dabi tried opening the bond whenever he was curious what Hawks was doing. When he was at work Hawks control slipped the most, letting sadness and this steel bone deep determination, often mixed with anger, escape in tendrils. He poked more at it,carefully keeping his own emotions to himself. everytime he poked at the bond’s fraying edges, as he now realized that’s what the tendrils were, would be yanked quickly away. Even when Keigo was supposed to be in the middle of a fight and distracted.

When Keigo was home they kept up the same thing they had been. With the acceptance of Dabi sometimes visiting the league. Once or twice they came over as well and Dabi found himself having a good time as they all cooked dinner and he set aside a spot for Keigo out of habit.

He ended up talking about his bond again, the league members who liked to go to bed early had already left and it was just him, Shuichi and Shigaraki left for the night. They left all the dishes in the sink and pulled out one of the untouched consoles Keigo owned to play a racing game. It was easier to talk without thinking too hard about how it must look to them while Dabi crashed and burned the virtual cars. Shuichi was the one who ended up saying that Dabi should talk to Keigo if he was concerned about him. Shigaraki begrudgingly pointed out that even if they could have the bond open, they would still need to talk about why they felt things in order to avoid misunderstandings, besides the dialogue was always the best part of side quests. Bested only by adding friends to the party. They fell asleep together between one game and the next and woke up with blankets draped around them, a pot of coffee left on. Dabi flushed and tucked away the note tacked to the fridge Keigo had left him, saying he was glad Dabi had friends over the night before and that he hoped he had slept well with a reminder to take his bond medication.

Dabi had set automatic reminders to Hawks burner phone, he might have been returning the favor. If the night Dabi had come home to find a dead eyed cried out Hawks sitting in front of a TV wasn’t so fresh in his mind still, he would have written it off as that. But it was and he’d frustratingly recounted that night to everyone last night as they raced on screen and Shuichi wrecked them both.

“The successful relationship rate for Hero’s is just above anthromophs. Apparently most can’t take the extra press and their significant others' lives being on the line.” Shuichi glanced back at Dabi and Shigaraki jostled his shoulder against the scaly shoulder.

Dabi snorted before turning his car too wide and crashing all 3 of them. Laughing when they tackled him in mock outrage.

Before Hawks would come back, if he wasn’t avoiding Dabi and working late again, Dabi showed them out the door. Settling himself on the couch while leaving an open spot for Keigo to come in and sit next to him. Always leaning against the other side first before he wound up laying in Dabi’s lap.

“You know that I didn't mind.” Dabi cut himself off with a frown and carded his fingers through Hawks hair. He didn’t want to lie to the bird. That would just create more problems later on. He had minded that Hawks was a hero. Just, not for the reasons Keigo thought. How to let Hawks know that he was allowed to feel things as well. That some part of Dabi was genuinely curious and wanted to help.

“Dabi you didn’t want a soulmate. You don’t trust me. There’s nothing else that can be done when I can't change who I am or that I enjoy being a hero. It’s a lot, I get it okay? I’ve done what I can to help you, my soulmate, now. That's all that I want.” Hawks snapped at him before shoving himself off the couch and disappearing into his room. Dabi stayed awake for longer than he should have, letting the tendrils of emotion Hawks evidently couldn’t contain drift and swirl around him. Not touching them this time as he knew that would end up with Hawks yanking them back. The sky is just starting to lighten, no longer the black of night and not yet the yellow of morning, when Dabi tiredly gets up and opens Keigo’s door. Yanking on the bond at the same time he flops into Keigo’s bed.

“I don’t know how to talk about this okay? Heroes, there are not good people. They think they're helping, it’s very rare that they actually do. My father was a Hero, he bought my mother from her parents and they ended up being soulmates. Domestic violence with Hero’s is also 60%. The ones that get reported and filed anyways. My mother is one of the ones who never pressed charges. She kept saying he wanted to change.” Dabi reached into the space between them and held out his hand.

“I don’t know what I wanted. I don’t know what you wanted out of a soulmate either. I like when we have movie nights though. And you try to steal all the popcorn. I like when we can just cook together and we both burn it.” Dabi yanked on Hawks side of the door again. Feeling it crack open enough for him to determine the plethora of feelings on the other side. Frustration, sadness and apprehension.

“I’m too much. I’m too loud, too hyper. You didn’t even want a soulmate, what are you going to do when I’m too much for you? When you regret this and find everything you thought was cute annoying or you find out how much i care? I’m creepy sometimes and I’m weird and I’m overbearing. What are you going to do then?” Hawks demanded of him with tears in his eyes as he placed his hand next to Dabi’s.

“I’m going to shut the bond. Or I’m going to take the medication for a few days until we can talk about why you're upset and I’m not heading for the worst case scenario. There’s going to be times I shut you out too. When I don't want you in my head, just as often as there are going to be times like today when I want to know what’s going on with you.” Dabi pulled on the bond again and this time Keigo’s opened. Meeting Dabi half way without him being in a state of panic or distress for the first time. Keigo interlaced their hands and Dabi pulled Hawks close to him as Hawks slowly let the tension from his day out.

They woke up in the same bed together with an open soulmate bond, despite the nightmares both had suffered on either end. Pushing surprise and nerves across to form the closest feeling to hope either of them had for their relationship.

@deyanirasan I'm sorry this took so long. i know i said it would be done around January/Febuary and i had some issues.

[secondhand-trash]

BNHA but it’s thebonappetittestkitchen

A/N: I watched one Test Kitchen Talks and now I’m obsessed. I’ve been binging BA vids and this is the end result lmao (might write a part 2 later if I can think of other characters to put in there)

Bakugou Katsuki

Gourmet Makes but angrier

very serious about everything

*tch* “The weight of this layer of the cookie is off.”

“...you said 14.9 grams.”

“Yes and this is 0.1 grams off, we have to do this again.”

constant swearing when he is by the stove

the staff might have give him constant new topics just to see him tick off

always bickering with the other chefs

“Hey, kacchan-”

“Do not fucking call me that on camera.”

the fan favorite meme

(Kaminari is bitter about that)

“Taste this.”

“I think-”

“Say anything and I’ll burn this place down.”

“...it is great.”

Midoriya Izuku

the helpful one

always wandering in the background of every single video

works under the editor

is not actually a professional chef but kinda learned enough by being around everyone 

the one that got sent to deliver bad news because he is less likely to be stabbed by a kitchen knife by annoyed chefs

“...they send you here to tell me things that will my job harder, aren’t they.”

“Yeah..”

the one who will drop his own things to help around the kitchen

doesn’t normally cooks, but when he does it is always for very homely recipes

“This is not the most common way but that’s what I grow up eating...”

“My mom taught me how to do this.”

“I found this recipe in my mom’s old cookbook.”

Kirishima Eijirou

the “big friendly dog in human form”

started out as a butcher

gets appointed to do all the heavy work

prime thumbnail material

(he still has no idea why the editors are always telling him to roll his sleeves all the way up or where a tank top whenever they are filming outdoors)

campfire specialist

“Bro, this is sick dude.”

“Eyyyyyyy Bakugou-” *hand in the air*

“(sighs)” *high five*

very popular among older viewers??? 

(grandson material???)

Aizawa Shouta

the “tired guardian”, as always

puts booze in e v e r y t h i n g

“Now add a splash of white wine.” *proceeds to pour out half the bottle*

it’s an inner joke among chefs and fans that he never sleeps 

showed up in a video in a crisp shirt with his hair up like, once, and the internet went into a frenzy

comments like “WHY IS THE HOBO SO HOT” flooded the comments 

compilation videos with titles like “Aizawa being done with everyone’s bullshit for 10 minutes straight”

(it’s basically him sighing and staring with dread in his eyes in someone else’s background throughout the entire video)

gets undermined a lot because of his demeanor, but will casually namedrop his credentials which shocks everyone

“When I was working at (insert famous prestigious restaurant)...”

“Wait hold up a second wHAT????”

Yaoyorozu Momo

the “properly trained in some renounced culinary school and probably comes from some impressive background but we don’t talk about that”

ridiculously accurate tastebuds

often act as the guinea pig for other chefs

recreating (blank) by taste videos

gets oddly specific realy quick

*munch munch* “Is that prosciutto that was made in winter by hand and dried for two years in Italy?”

“I’m sorry what now???”

gets cranky when people misplace things 

never raises her voice, never swears, but somehow intimidating as all hell

when Yaomomo tells you to put the flour on the forth shelf counting from the left, you do it

unintentionally expensive taste

“Wait, you’ve never tried European white truffle (which can sell up to thousands a pound btw) before?”

“No?????”

Kaminari Denki

the “how the hell does he even get in here anyways????”

blog editor, but people like him so much that he keeps showing up

always causing chaos

always butting in when the others are filming 

the prankster

“I hide tiny babies all over the test kitchen”

“I replace all the extra virgin olive oil in the test kitchen with virgin olive oil and see how long it will take for people to notice”

No one has ever seen him cook on camera but he still has a fuck ton of screen time

“Make Kaminari film a cooking video” is now the no. 1 requests among fans

Todoroki Touya Dabi

the “I need this job or else I’ll have to go home and inherit the 1 billion dollar net worth family business”

how the fuck does he make the chef uniform slutty???

(the trick is to unbutton enough until you can see the line of his chest)

does that thing where he looks into the camera while chopping every video

how the fuck does he make basic instructions sound suggestive???

(the trick is to lower his voice enough until it almost sounds gravel but you didn’t hear that from me)

“Can you pass me that salt, doll? Thank you.”

the only one who has his nickname in the credits

“So I learned how to cook this because my dad told me that it wouldn’t work and I want to piss him off.”

sleeves are always rolled up because “these tats are expensive, why not show them off?”

rumors are that he has beef with Shouto from the office, but it’s just a rumour though

Asui Tsuyu

the one who will actually teach you something

gives very clear instructions

back-to-back cooking 

“Why is this not working-”

“Have you tried adding more butter?”

“Oh.”

you can physically see her growing more and more concern by the second whenever she walks by someone messing up

she’s like your mom, somehow she’ll be able to find everything that you couldn’t even though you both look through the same places

her siblings showed up in the kitchen once and everyone was immediately smitten

[amysgiantbees]

Head-cannons for me for MHA DND

Urarka is grey ace pan. She likes to perform cantrips or float a little to alleviate stress. Socialist, ACAB. Trains with Bakugo regularly, they’re very close friends. Her parents are poor builders. They live in the poor area of the city and do a lot of community and charity work. 

Kirishima is a trans man. Loves meat, particularly red meat. Big protein guy. A whole homosexual. He has two mothers, one is a gladiator, the other is a stay at home mom. He does yoga and meditation. Absolute golden retriever, mourning person. He cracks his knuckles when stressed. Always goes for a mourning run. He knows how to speak Bakugo so he knows when is or isn’t being a dick. 

Denki is nonbinary they/he, Bisexual. Denki loves flirting with people’s parents especially Bakugo’s. His parents are awful and resent him for being chosen by Kord as they are very stuffy, devout followers of him for years and never recieved similar attention. Dyslexic and ADHD - ticks ALL the boxes, like can pick up talents very quickly, like the lyre. Night owl, puts all his work off till night then sleeps till noon. Gets jitters and ticks when stressed. Massive flirt. No filter. Lack of self preservation. Would be a fantastic dancer if he didn’t overthink it so much. Was in Jiro’s band.  Lichtenberg figure. When he short circuits it’s numbing. He can’t think and his thoughts come slowly too him at best. He often ends up drooling. He can’t focus on his surroundings. Can’t feel anything so people can easily take advantage. Usually can only form enough thoughts to reassure people and put his thumbs up to show he’s okay. 

Sero is nonbinary, they/them. Demisexual panromantic. Skateboards exist just for Sero. He is from a large family. Two fathers, one mother. They’re part of a traveling commune. Sero is just sleepy, isn’t a morning or a night person. Best wingman, very observant. Very laidback. Rubs arm and elbow when stressed. His family are tattoo artists, did his elbow tattoos as his magic focusses before he left for high school. 

Whole Bakusquad are Kord fans. 

Mina is ace/aromantic. her parents are assassins' that specialize in poisonings. Night owl. Loves fashion, and visiting Bakugo’s parent’s store. Sensible one out of the Bakusquad. Bakugo is usually the brains behind their plans but she’s the primary authority on whether they go ahead. Kirishima tends to hesitate - look to others for advice, Sero hesitates too - wants to think it over and take his time, Denki just dives in on instinct - what feels right, Bakugo is impatient - does not hesitate at all and often doesn’t factor in people’s feelings. Mina is the perfect balance of everyone. Thinks it through, has good instincts, is brave, doesn’t need to ask but is open to suggestions. 

Aoyama is gay. He has IBS (Alcohol, chocolate, caffeinated beverages are potential culprits as are certain types of carbohydrate known as FODMAPs). He massages his face when he’s stressed. 

Tsuyu is ace and homoromantic. Her dad is a grung florist and her human mother is the accountant for the flower business. She has two little siblings, a twin brother and sister. 

Jiro is a sex positive ace bisexual. Jiro’s family are very popular travelling bards. Songwriters too, they’ve patented songs. Night owl. She plays with her hair when stressed. Plays instruments to relax. Can get stage fright. Likes to sing to calm down people after a monster attack, help people with both her talents. Loves her parents. 

Nejire Hado grew up as an orphan raised by the local temple of Sune. She has grown to have a stronger connection with Mystra now as she’s grown into her own person but she still loves and worships Sune. Nejire asks more questions than she answers. Gets over excited very easily. 

Bakugo is pansexual - he just likes them strong. His mother is half-orc and a model and fashion designer for her and her husband’s clothing business. It’s called Green with Envy. Masaru has terrible shyness when it comes to modeling. So all of their clothing is made to be gender neutral and Mitiski models everything for the flyers and posters. Totally has ADHD, impulsivity, avoids lengthy tasks, feels restless, can’t stay seated. Never drinks, this man treats his body like a temple, he has a bed time, morning person. Bakugo cracks his neck and joints when stressed. Can play drums, was in Jiro’s band.

Tokoyami is ace and grey aromantic. He can play the lyre, was in Jiro’s band. Dark Shadow likes to collect shiny things. He pets and talks to her her when stressed. He loves poetry and ballads. Often spends nights in taverns listening to dark songs. Writes his own poetry. Only his best friend Shoji and crush Aoyama get to read it though and even then it’s very reluctantly. 

Shoji is very nervous to date, very insecure. grey ace, panromantic. 

Ojiro is pan. Everyone likes to play with his tail when he grows it. He plays with it when stressed. 

Koda is ace and aromantic. Likes to hide, be somewhere small and confined when stressed. Terrified of bugs, but mostly just the crawly, scary ones. 

Sato is grey ace aromantic. Stress eats. Solves other peoples problems with food too. Giving gifts is his love language. 

Izuku is also pan he really likes them strong. His mother has a tiny cake shop in her house next door to Green with Envy. Night owl, anxious. ADHD - shows in impulsivity, distracted, very observant, fidgeting, can’t stay focused, talking excessively, interrupts, intrusive. He fidgets with his hands when nervous. Holds grudges and guilt trips when upset. can’t forgive himself, apologizes too much. Stubborn, doesn’t know when to give up. 

Heroes are gladiator esque. They have posters, dolls, figures, homemade wood carvings. They work as adventures but some are paid by the heroes commission to remain in one city and participate in gladiator battles (not to the death) too. 

All Might is currently ranked number 1 in the world by the hero commission and has permission to teleport anytime to other countries to help but is based in Faerun, Masfutu. 

Izuku and Bakugo try every year to win behind the scenes tickets to the coliseum. 

All Might is ace/aro. He’s always been naturally talented at picking up new skills - ADHD - and is thrown that he hasn’t quite taken so well to teaching. Struggled for a bit but is taking it seriously and putting in the work finally. 

Grand Torino and Recovery Girl are in love and they spend their dates hassling and messing with the Youth. 

Cementos is struggling with a divorce

Mic and Aizawa are married. They have been since a couple of years after school. Aizawa had a whole flamboyant, elaborate proposal planned for Mic, but the day he was going to propose Mic said “we should get married” while gazing lovingly in his eyes and Aizawa was so relieved. 

Mic is nonbinary trans he/they. Before he got married to Aizawa and teaching when they took a break from each other he was a world famous Bard. He sings in class and Aizawa has to always bang on the wall to get him to shut up when it gets to loud. 

Aizawa is trans and Shinso is son with an ex he jumped into a relationship with after he finished UA. He was never a “hero” in the coliseum, didn’t want the attention, he was a freelance adventurer for a little bit before becoming pregnant, then teaching. 

The reason Power Loader never wears a shirt is because he is a huge fashionista and he doesn’t want any of his clothes getting wrecked because he refuses to own no more ugly clothes than required. 

Ibara Shiozaki is straight. She’s from a whole family of temple worshippers. (Fantasy) bible before boys. 

Jurota Shishida is the lone survivor of a werewolf attack and an orphan. He lives at the school permanently. 

Iida is mostly straight. He swings his hands when stressed and musts his hair. plans everything. Morning person. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. 

Yaoyorozu is the local royalty. She has lead a VERY sheltered life. Never left the city except when directly teleporting to other fancy locations. Iida is very dedicated to her as his family is one of her family’s vassals. She rubs her chest when stressed. Absolute capitalist. Only knows how to ball dance and can play the piano. Was in Jiro’s High School band. Doesn’t get to do her own shopping a lot so loves to whenever she can. Loves spoiling people. Kind of naïve. 

Cementous and Exoplasm are the oldest teachers at UA and best friends. 

Shouto is a grey ace demiromatic gay man. He darts his eyes when nervous. He’s autistic. Knows how to ball dance.

Hawks is pan. He’s a workaholic so he’s up at the crack of dawn. Always seems laid back but is VERY observant. High alcohol tolerance. He plays with his feathers when nervous but is aware of this tell so tries to just do nothing and only does it if very stressed. Favourite food is birds, like chicken, as that’s hawks primary food. He has tetrachromats eyes so can see ultraviolet light. Female hawks are generally larger than males. Hawks prefer open habitats, like deserts or fields. Probably lives on the outskirt of the city, lots of windows. His preferred time to work is just before nightfall. He will likely only live to his 30s at most. He’s mostly based on red-tailed hawks. Perfectionist. Orphan, is the adopted child of the head of the commission. 

Shouto’s father is so desperate to find him and keep him because he knows that news of his reputation is vital. Enji is not royalty by blood but by marriage. He’s aware that if he doesn’t keep a tight leash on his family they could ruin his reputation as he’s human (mostly) and the rest are half-elves. So they’ll all outlive him. He’s already lost Touya so he’s desperate to as discreetly as possible find Shouto. Momo is helping him run away and hide out and paying for his school tuition. Enji was at first a hero like All Might until he managed to secure his marriage with Rei. He’s very aware that there’s only so much he can control his reputation as his whole family will outlive him. So will he redeem himself or double down? 

Dabi is the League’s reluctant big brother. Likes to mess around with Toga most of all, she reminds him of his little siblings. 

Vlad King is one of the founders of UA and is over 100 years old. 

* These are purely notes for myself for a dnd game coming up for myself which is why I’ve nicked ideas from tiktoker lia_faye. 

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Never Tear Us Apart

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Summary: You always did say you attracted the bad ones...

Pairing: Mafia!Dabi x Jazz Singer Female!Reader

Warnings: Drinking, smoking, cussing, sexy times implied, violence, semi angst I guess, drinking, just some good stuff.

Word Count: 2,509

A/N: I know I know- what the hell am I doing writing another Fic when I still have two to finish, well, when I saw prison outfit dabi, I just- *boom* instant inspiration, I couldn’t help it! PLUS I HIT 200 FOLLOWERS AND WANTED TO DO SOMETHING SPECIAL!!

ARTWORK CREDS TO @workofann ! I WAS INSPIRED BY THEIR ART TO DO THIS!! PLEASE GO CHECK THEM OUT!

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How come you only attracted the bad guys? And no you didn’t mean jerks, you meant actual bad guys. Was it something about you that made guys think, ‘Hey this pretty dime looks like she would go for me, a famous bank robber!’. You don’t even have enough fingers to count all the men you’ve been with that end up in jail, or dead! But you’ll have to admit, none of those men took your breath away like the blue eyed devil you called your man.

How could you not fall in love with Dabi? The way he smirked, how he would smoke after an amazing night in bed, but the best of it all was his whisky and campfire scent. It was intoxicating, and if you could, you’d drown in it. From the very first moment that your eyes met, you knew you had to have him and keep those beautiful alluring eyes in your life. For the rest of your set, you only stared at him across the club, making sure to put on your best performance.

Thankfully you also caught his eye, not even listening to the blonde haired girl beside him, or the blue haired man who looked like he might kill the girl across from him. As the boss, Dabi didn’t need to listen, he just needed to give orders and stand back. Never did the man think he would be thankful to Toga for something so insignificant, like finding this underground jazz club. Snapping out of his trance, he made his crew leave, because like hell was he going to let them see you up close and ruining things for him before he even got a chance.

That night, Dabi waited. He waited until you were done so he could talk to you, maybe buy you a drink. As you walked off the stage, a hand reached out to you to help, wanting to make sure you didn’t fall. When your eyes met those shining blue ones again, you automatically blushed, because now those eyes were even closer. Seeing them so close, you could see every little detail, they held so much in them, it felt like you could drown in them.

“So Tell me, what does a guy like me gotta do to buy a pretty little dame like yourself, a drink?” His smooth, but raspy voice brought A smile to your face as you felt your whole body heat up. “Hmm, I don’t know honey… how does tellin me your name sound?” Dabi leaned closer to you, a smirk on his face as he twirled a strand of your hair with his finger, “Names Dabi. Now how about we go dip the bill and I can learn more about you than just your name?”

That’s all it took for you to mindlessly nod and follow the stranger to the bar, unknowing that it would be the first of many nights you would spend together. Not that you were complaining…

*•*

Months later, you found yourself spending all your free time with Dabi. You guys told eachother everything, well at least you told him everything. Even if you had talked about marriage and what the future held for you two, you still didn’t know about his real job, nor his hobbies. You were listening to the radio news while you got dinner ready, not really caring until the crime spot started.

“Touya Todoroki, also known as ‘Matches’, struck again last night. In his wake, 4 bodies were recovered from the burned warehouse that is notoriously known for its storing of pharmaceutical drugs. The bodies have not been identified, but the police ask if anyone has information on the mafia boss, please call the tip line.” You shuddered as a frown made its way onto your face, those poor people… not to mention their families, what if they never find out?

The opening and closing of the door brought you out of your thoughts, and also brought a smile on your face. “Doll? You here?” Skipping out of the kitchen, you prounced on Dabi, arms wrapping around his neck as he spun you around. “You’re home early honey, good day today?” You were so innocent, so sweet, that’s what drew him towards you. But it’s also what made him feel so horribly guilty. Nodding, the black haired man kissed your forehead, “It’s a good day whenever I get to see you doll…”

A giggle left your lips as you stared up at the handsome man, hands playing with his suspenders, “I already love you, you don’t have to flirt with me anymore” Dabi laughed, kissing your nose as he winked, “Who says I flirt for you? Maybe I flirt because I love seeing your reactions to it.” He really knew what to say to make your heart flutter, smiling you kissed his cheek softly.

“So, anything new today?” Dabi asked as he sat down at the table, watching you do the same. “Not really, but the radio was talking about some redhot… even thinking about it gives me the heebie-jeebies” You shuddered as you once again remembered the reporters words. Dabi tilted his head and took a sip of his drink, looking at you curiously, “It was probably just some common thug that the fuzz will put away.” You frowned at your man's nonchalant attitude.

“That’s the thing, they were saying it was some- big named mobster! They had a nickname for him and everything, he popped 4 people!” At the new information, Dabi tensed and his grip on the utensils tightened. “Uh… you talking about Matches?” You pointed at the man across from you nodding, “Yes-! That was it. Touya ‘Matches’ todo-something! I can’t stop thinking if those people he killed had families, and if they did will they even be able to bury them properly?”

The more you talked, the faster Dabi’s heart raced. Those damn reporters never knew when to shut their kissers. Yet, hearing you talk about him in such a negative tone made him fill with guilt. He was nothing but a grifter. He convinced himself and you, that he was a normal 9 to 5 worker, he made you believe that he was anything but the man on the radio. When you saw those beautiful blue eyes staring off into space, you couldn’t help but frown, wanting to know what was troubling him so you could help.

“You look troubled handsome, what’s going on?” Dabi bit his lip and looked at her, a thoughtful look on his face, but before he could answer, the door was broken down and multiple police officers came charging in with their guns up, “DON'T MOVE AND PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEADS” In came a big man, with fire red hair and- and eyes that matched Dabi? Screaming out, you did as you were told, looking over to the man you loved terrified, only to see he had a dark look on his face, anger practically sleeping out of him.

“Where the fuck do you get off coming in when I’m with my girl? Huh?” Dabi snarled, his eyes meeting the red haired detective, in one motion he pulled you behind him. “She doesn’t know shit, you didn’t need to bring the whole chopper squad.” You were confused, but nonetheless gripped onto Dabi like your life depended on it. “Zip it Touya, by the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging to be left to fry” Enji motioned for one of the officers to grab you, and before you could protest, arms wrapped around you and started tugging you away.

Dabi didn’t hesitate to react as he whipped around and sucker punched the officer who dared to touch you. Only he was roughly grabbed and pistol whipped by Enji, “Assaulting a police officer? That can earn you a three-spot easily. And your little pro skirt here? I can send her to the house for hiding a thug like you.” You sobbed out, trying to reach Dabi but he held his hand up to you, as of saying stop.

“That’s my girl you’re talking bad about, watch it pig. Like I said she knows nothing, she’s just a little Canary at a small jazz club.” Enji let out a snicker, walking towards you and forcefully grabbed your chin to look at him, “How dumb does this broad have to be to not know she’s been sharing a bed with a punk like yourself?” You let out a whimper, eyes filled with fright as you looked at Dabi, “D-Dabi, what is he talking about?”

Sapphire eyes refused to meet your own, jaw tensing he let a cop handcuff him, “I’m the one you heard about on the radio doll… I’m sorry” His words were a whisper, and you felt as if your whole world came crashing down as you dropped to your knees. Enji laughed before he grabbed dabi’s arm, “You’re an embarrassment to the Todoroki name.” The red haired man scoffed, earning a glare from Dabi, “You ain’t no angel yourself, pop.”

As they dragged Dabi away, you didn’t even know what to feel. He lied to you. This whole time he lied to you. You didn’t even know his real name. Who was the man you fell in love with? Was that just a cover? A facade to hide from the police? When everyone was gone, you still stayed in your spot, tears rushing down your face as you felt like you had been beaten down. Could you even love Dabi anymore?

*•*

Ever since that day, you had no contact with Dabi. Even if he hurt you, you still listened to the radio to hear about his trial, or any news related to him. It had been 2 months without him, and you couldn’t find it in you to let him go. When the reporter announced that Dabi was sentenced to life in prison, you couldn’t help but sob. You were going to have to let him go, even if he was the love of your life, you still wanted to get married one day, maybe even have kids. You wanted all those things that you were supposed to do with Dabi, but now you can’t.

After he was properly sentenced and sent to his new home, you started getting letters frequently, all of them from the same place Dabi was held at. Even if your heart begged you to open each letter, you couldn’t. If you did, you’d fall right back into his arms and be stuck on him til the day you died. After a month of letters, they stopped coming, only for dabi’s associates to come knocking at your door. But you ignored the loud banging and calls for your name, maybe- just maybe they’ll think you moved.

While you were a mess, Dabi was even worse. Sure, he was basically the king of the house, but it all meant nothing when he lost the only thing he loved; his queen. Dabi grew worried, thinking something might have happened to you, so when he sent his associates at your door, imagine his surprise to know you were alive. He knew he messed up, but like hell was he gonna let the image of him being dragged away be your last memory of him.

Since the day he was arrested, Dabi was planning his escape. He had some of the jurors on his pay grade, not to mention most of the guards at the prison owed him a favor. One day, later in the night, Dabi was being ‘transported’, his little informer Hawks had him all set up for the perfect escape. The handcuffs would ‘malfunction’ and he’d be able to free a hand from one of the silver bracelets, granting him more than enough leeway to escape unharmed.

As he bent down over one of the now dead guards, he took in a deep breath, stealing the pack of cigarettes that was on the corpse. “Keigo, did i ever tell you that you’re my favorite little snitch?” Yellow eyes glared as the blonde man cleaned up slightly, “yeah yeah, just shoot me in the shoulder and go get your gal.” Dabi laughed before shooting Keigo in a place he knew wouldn’t kill him, but still make it seem like he wasn’t part of what happened.

There was no hesitation in dabi’s actions as he stayed in the shadows but made his way to you, still in his orange jumper and partial handcuffs. All he knew was that he needed to see you. It was late, probably about 10 pm, so he knew you were probably asleep. When he reached your building, he started climbing up the fire escape, counting the floors as he went up. As he reached your window, he didn’t hesitate to open it, slightly upset that it wasn’t locked and just anyone could come in.

Though when he entered, he had a cigarette hanging loosely between his lips, blue eyes automatically landing on your fully awake figure, clutching a crowbar. “D-dabi?” Tears filles your eyes, as you pinched yourself, trying to make sure you weren’t dreaming. The man before you chuckled, walking towards you, “I was getting worried something happened to you doll, it stings to know that all along you’ve been avoiding me.”

Even if he had a playful tone, his eyes were full of hurt, but it soon changed when you collided with his chest. “H-how? I thought I was never going to see you again, and- dabi I had to keep my distance or else I would never be able to let you go!” The black haired man hushed your rambles, a hand coming to stroke your hair, “I’m sorry doll… I promise I ain’t ever leaving you again.” A smile spread to both of your faces, but you soon looked worried.

“What if they come here looking for you? What will we do?” Ruffling your hair Dabi went and grabbed your suitcase, putting it on the bed. “We won’t be here for them to tear us apart. I know a place for us to stay and they won’t ever get to us.” You nodded and started to stuff your belongings into the empty bag, heart racing with excitement of the unknown. “We’ll never die out, right Dabi?” Dabi nodded, hand coming to cup your cheek, “Right doll…”

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▶ dabi x reader. NSFW ▶ this is the first and last time. REPOSTED. 

You didn’t know who it was supposed to be this late at night, and when you open the door you see him. He is covered head to toe in black, a hoodie shielding his eyes.

Touya. No. Dabi, you correct yourself.

You open the door, and he comes in without saying much, not even bothering to take off his boots. You feel like this time around, it’s different. His aura is different, it’s—

“I don’t want words from you,” he tells you suddenly, his blue eyes intense as they narrow sharply.

You nod, then you shake your head. “I was about to get ready for bed, did you wanna join me?”

Dabi looks at you then, studying your expression as you turn away to lock the door.

He is close behind you because you can feel his warmth from his body and it comes in waves. “I wouldn’t mind,” he says gruffly in your ear, breath fanning over to tickle your skin.

You let him follow you into your bathroom, it is not big, but you have done this many times before with him anyways, you and him are used to the routine.

He gets his fill and leaves, leaving you to rest because of work or other realities creeping up on you. Dabi is thankful at least that you don’t push anything onto him. Feelings are nonexistent in this relationship, despite the years you have known him, the way he’s changed, the way he first came to you when he was sixteen and covered in burns, an angry look in his eyes.

You have known for years, and then the first time you both had sex was when you were eighteen and inexperienced.

For him it was an odd comfort, though you know he’d rather die than admit that this thing, whatever it was, was something that gave him solace.

You start your shower, letting it be warm and then you strip as he does the same. You have no way of knowing how it is going to be tonight, but it feels different. It feels off, judging by the way he seems heavy, as if something is weighing him down.

Exhausted would be the word, but you know if you point it out, he’d suddenly turn icy and leave you right then and there into the night. He’s done it twice before.

So you know, you know when to ask questions and when to not. You respect his space and he respects yours.

You’re both naked, and the way he gazes at you is heated.

You step into the shower as he follows in, his burns have gotten darker, a purplish hue that looks ghastly.

When he suddenly kisses you, you don’t stop him, you let him. You are pliant against him as he pushes you up against the shower wall, his lips firm and the feeling of the staples graze barely against your bottom lip.

You moan at the sensation of his fingers coming to your hips. His hold is bruising as he presses himself against you, drawing more noises from you.

“Dabi,” you murmur in a daze as you open for him, his fingers coming to slide against your folds as they are already slick with wanting and the noise you make is a whine when he roughly shoves a finger inside you.

His lips graze against your collarbone and then you are suddenly left numb as he parts away, turning you around to press you against the cold tiles, your nipples already sensitive against the marble.

Dabi comes close to your ear. “I want to hear you,” he tells you in a low voice, as you arch your back to let him have access. He kisses against your shoulder, leaving a burning trail downwards to the middle of your back.

His fingers intrude once more and they open you up to a new sensation as you cry out.

He suddenly stops, and you groan at the loss as he presses against you, the shower running a bit lukewarm as he begins to rub your nipples, grinding against you. You can feel his erection against your ass, you are wanting. Needing.

You swallow. “Dabi, I—”

“Save it for later,” he responds harshly, biting into your neck not stopping his ministrations on your breasts.

You are suddenly turned around, as he lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist and you kiss him with such an intensity. He’s much rougher and quicker this time, you think back on previous nights like this where he would usually take things achingly slow.

Indulging in your moans, your cries and other times in moments of quiet he will lay next to you. An odd sense of loneliness would wash over you, as you realize he is world’s apart. You both have gone to two different paths of life, he is someone in the shadows, famous in the underground.

You are nothing more than a secretary to a commissions office, and you have never felt so out of place.

He bites your collarbone and you scratch his back as he makes the plunge into you, the feeling is delicious as you both groan. Dabi going into you raw has not been the first but he does not move for a moment as his chest heaves, his arms holding you up. The tiles are cold against you but the multitude of sensations, warmth, cold, fills you with the dire need for him to start moving.

Dabi does not.

He stays like this for a moment, you feel full as he is inside you. Suddenly, in the most uncharacteristic gesture he wipes away the hair sticking to your cheeks, he looks at you fully, as if he’s committing you to memory.

His blue eyes are darkened, pupils blown wide. This is the first time he has taken you this close, this feels too intimate.

Dabi rests his head against your shoulder, kissing it gently as you moan, you shift your hips to make him move but he does not.

He is rooted to the spot.

You suddenly let your arms loosen as you touch his cheek, he looks up at you again. This time a new expression is there as you let your thumbs trace against his burns, the staples, he does not push you away.

This is the farthest you have ever gone when touching his face.

He is allowing all of it. He wants this to happen you realize, as you feel tears prickle in the corner of your eyes, the shower running still against you both.

You pray that he doesn’t notice the scrunch in your eyebrows, or the look you give him that this is something more than what he deserves or needs. It is not right.

Dabi leans closer to you. “I’m going to move,” he finally says as you wrap your arms around him again, he hoists you up, and you moan as his hips make a rocking motion.

It is rough and filling, you cry out as he hits the spot that makes you claw down his back leaving scratches that last until the morning when he leaves.

The feeling is overwhelming as he begins to kiss you again, his lips rough and he is not ceasing, it is relentless passion.

It makes you cry out again and again, you don’t know what comes over you, but he pushes you over the edge when he bites you on the neck, his grip on your hips to take him deeper.

All of it is causing you to squirm, you want more.

He thumbs your clit as you feel the coil deep in your belly, the feeling of letting loose, of release. So close, just a bit more.

You kiss him, but it is sloppy and your breaths weave with one another as he draws out a scream from you, pressing your clit just right and hitting that spot that shrouds your vision with stars, your toes curl and it is suddenly over.

Dabi is heaving and he finally releases you, letting your feet touch the bath as you feel weak.

You feel an odd churning in your stomach as his gaze doesn’t leave yours, he is suddenly close and then he does the most shocking thing.

He rests his forehead against your shoulder.

“Just this once,” he says suddenly. “I want to hear those words.”

You realize what it is he wants. You lick your lips, the tightening of your throat causing you to feel a gasp threaten to come out, a sob is taking form, you realize.

It isn’t fair because you will be left with the memories while he gets to lead a path of danger and destruction in his wake. You allowed him this though, you gave him room and he had already made his mark. It is already a dark shadow in your conscience.

You shake as you let yourself cry. Dabi is never one for tears, he feels nothing and you know that.

But why on earth? Why now.

Dabi doesn’t look at you but you know the way he locks his jaw, that he is tense, he is unrelenting as he kisses you right then.

It is achingly tender, and this is also a first. Is it intimacy that he wants? Is it a harbor, an anchor that he needs?

“Say it,” he tells you again. He looks at you, you do not flinch away from the way he grasps your chin, it is the first time he holds it gentle, like a pearl in his palms.

You cry, the tears coming out even more so than you expected them to.

“I can’t,” you finally manage.

“I don’t care if it’s false, I just want to hear them.”

You close your eyes, and you feel his forehead against yours. This closeness. This moment of quiet is something you have feared, you know it is something that makes him stray away, yet he initiated all of it. He came to you over and over, a messy routine, but you got a bargain. You got to sleep with your old childhood love because at least you got to have this version of him to stay for even just a moment.

“That—it’s not false,” you confess against his shoulder.

Neither of you break apart this embrace underneath the shower head. Though you swear, you could’ve heard the slightest hitch in his breath at those words.

“Then say it.”

His tone is full of impatience, as imposing as he is, you know there is something more. You know better than to keep denying him what he wants. Though the words that try to come out feel like a barb.

As if sharp wires are trying to climb out your throat, scratching at your insides and wrapping it’s way around your heart.

You have realized this is what this entire relationship has been for the both of you. It has always felt like a bridge that has been cut off in the middle, leaving you both stranded, never meeting halfway. In a limbo, in a stagnant space that leads to nowhere.

Unless you take a leap.

You grasp him tighter, and this time he hugs you back.

Why he needs to hear this, you have no clue; but now you realize that this is the first and the last time you will ever tell him.

“I love you, I always have,” you have no reason to cry, but you know you have lost him anyway. It had been taboo since the start.

“For how long,” he rasps, he holds your trembling body, despite how warm he is you feel so cold.

“Since we were children,” you break, feeling yourself shake as you cry against him.

Dabi makes no move to look at you and you do not make him, he wanted to hear it because you know this is a goodbye. Not a ‘see you later’, not a wave from behind his back, it is with great finality that you realize this is the last time.

You want to tell him more, that you missed his smile, the way his bright eyes would reflect the sky, or the way you both used to skip rocks at the pond of his family’s estate.

“Say it again,” he asks, this time he pulls away looking at you with such a pained gentleness that you sob.

This is the first time in a long time since you have seen him with vulnerability, not even when his father left him battered and burned during trainings, not even when he had left, when he had separated from you (he was never yours), but this—

“I love you,” you say it this time, firmer than before. “I’ve loved you the entire time, I—” he breaks it this time and he kisses you in such a rush that you know within the hour he will be gone.

Once again, you will be left to pick up the remainders of shards.

You feel raw and ripped apart, not like in sex, not in moments where you grapple with desire. This is a whole new wound that has plunged itself deep inside your chest, your stomach, your heart.

You cry the entire time he kisses you, and this time he gently splays kisses on the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your neck.

This sort of tenderness is what will give you false hope of a return.

The way his hand comes up, the rough patch of skin gentle on your cheek makes you ache in a way that makes you feel he has wounded you.

He presses his forehead against you, shutting his eyes.

Your breaths intermingle as you cry even harder.

Dabi breaks away from you, in a grand gesture that was so very not him, he kisses your forehead, as he opens the curtains, closing them shut as he leaves you there to sob.

Once you know he has left, you curl in on yourself, the water cold as you say goodbye to an old love.

You imagine yourself in your mind’s eye:

A tiny thing, slowly but surely filling in the gaping hole in your chest that he left behind. You see his form retreating, and like pieces to a puzzle, you will readjust; you will press against the gaping holes that do not fit, but you will make room. You will do what he could not. You will live.

[dark-mnjiro]

it’s hard to breathe [but that’s alright]

Rated: Explicit (mostly for language, violence, and sexual situations in later chatpers - just far warning and yes it’s multichapter)

Author’s Note: This is my first first fic for My Hero Academia. I apologize in advance if it’s terrible. It’s been a while since I really forced myself to write anything for any type of fandom. I hope you enjoy! Maybe i this does well enough, I can move toward doing reader fics and such again. It’s been a long time since I’ve written - ugh.

Part One

Her eyes scanned the darkening skyline of the city from her position on the roof of the tallest building on the street. This seemed like the perfect place to set up her gear and wait for her target to arrive. She reached around to the sniper rifle hitched onto her back before leaning the gun against the ledge as she set up her stand first.

A small alarm sounded causing her to glance down at the small wristwatch she wore. “Five minutes,” she mused, praying her informants were correct in the location of her target. Pressing a button to silence the disturbance, she reset the timer for another five minutes before grabbing her sniper rifle and placing the gun into the stand.

Laying down, she adjusted her position to line up the sight of the sniper toward the street. Her target would be crossing her sights soon. She lifted the black eye patch that covered her right eye revealing the iris of her eye glowed a hazy violet as she activated her own special quirk, which allowed her to see long distances for precision shots with a sniper rifle. 

She raked her fingers through her navy colored hair to push some remaining stray strands out of her face. Her index finger gently curled around the trigger as she took a small inhale of breath in, her vision focusing on the street below… 

The alarm on her watch sounded again.

An explosion took place in a building down below. 

“There,” she said sharply, as her focus moved to a couple of villains escaping from a building with items in tow, clearly stolen as to what… she couldn’t be bothered to ask her superiors at the government. She only knew - they were planning to steal very important supplies from a government agency. 

“Exhale…” she sighed as she let out the breath she was holding before three shots rang out. 

Within seconds, the three were dead on the sidewalk. 

Sitting up, her hand came up to wipe the sweat from her brow before lowering her eyepatch back over her eye as the color shifted back to its original grey color.

“Another beautiful display, Miyako.”

Glancing over her shoulder, Miyako found her boss from the government standing behind her along with…

“Principal Nezu?” she asked, tilting her head at the small white creature. 

Nezu smiled as he approached her with his arms crossed. “It’s been a while,” he mused as he looked over her sniper rifle. 

“Yes sir…”

“Still a gifted shot,” he continued to muse as he came closer. “I must ask a favor. I know you’re a valuable asset to the government in taking down terrorists Miyako… and I can understand that it pays well.”

“It’s not as glamorous as a famed hero life but it does pay well,” she replied as she slowly placed her rifle back on the hitch on her back 

Nezu nodded as she continued to break down the stand before tucking the gear away in her bag for safekeeping. “We’ve been having problems recently with villain activity at UA-“

“I’ve watched the news,” she replied shrugging. 

“I spoke with your boss and he’s agreed to offer your services in order to stop the league of villains from attacking our students again… particularly one student.”

“The league you say?” She asked, her lips curling into a grin. “Sounds like a challenge… and what would the league want with a fifteen-year-old?”

“Would it interest you if this child was to become All Might’s successor?”

“...I’m listening.”

Nezu smiled at the sniper before handing her a picture. “This would be your target to stop entering the school at all costs,” he explained as her gaze studied the picture. 

A male… dark hair… blue eyes… scar tissue… He would not be difficult to spot in a crowd, especially on school grounds. The scars especially would make him obvious in public along with his bizarre choice of piercings on his face and body. Not a great way to blend into a crowd, unless that was the point… easy enough, Miyako thought. How hard could it be keeping a bunch of kids safe.

“Name?” Miyako asked, glancing back up at Nezu. 

“Not much is known… just that he goes by the name Dabi. He has a quirk where he is able to control blue flames. He’s considered fairly high up-“

“Consider me interested,” Miyako said, tucking the picture away in her bag. “Lethal force?”

Nezu sighed. “If necessary, yes. Just protect the students and we will reward you.”

Miyako gave him another smile before extending out her hand to him. “Deal,” she said before shaking the principal’s paw in agreement.

——

“...this wasn’t part of the deal,” Miyako said flatly as she crossed her arms over her chest. In order to not look suspicious on school grounds, Nezu had suggested that Miyako pose as a teacher - while the cover was a good idea she had no idea that he was actually going to push her to sit in on classes. “You’re expecting me to babysit a bunch of brats in a classroom…?”

Principal Nezu merely grinned in response as he looked around the room where the other faculty had gathered around the table. “This is perfect!” he said happily, clapping his paws together. “You’re not nearly as famous as All Might so no one will question your status as a teacher here!”

“...but I’m not a teacher-“

“It’s settled!”

Frustrated, Miyako rubbed her temples feeling as though she had somehow been fooled into this… god, damn it Nezu… 

“Miyako would you like a tour-“

“...I’m going to do rounds…”

She quickly made her escape out of the conference room before disappearing into the hallway. She took note how high she was from this level, in case she would ever have to take a shot from this height. “Pretty high and this is only about mid-level,” she commented to herself as she began to hear teenagers beginning to flood the hallways. Classes had obviously let out for the afternoon. “Time to take my leave…” she muttered before slipping into a stairwell and heading to the roof of the school.

A small sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes trying to enjoy the peace and quiet of the outdoors. She slowly lifted up her eyepatch, rubbing her eye as irritation had begun to set in from wearing the fabric over her eye… while she should be used to the patch by now, she still found it annoying. Too bad it was a necessary evil, otherwise she would suffer severe fatigue in her right eye and had been warned with possible blindness had Miyako continued to use her quirk without any sort of resting period in between uses. 

Miyako began muttering numbers and calculations under her breath as she used her eye to attempt to measure the distance from her point to the ground. Each shot would be difficult, but possible if she were careful and precise. She brought her thumb to her lips as she began to nibble on her nail still going over the calculations in her head, a nervous habit she had developed over the years especially while she was lost in her own thoughts. “If I aim right here…” she murmured, as she moved around the roof. “Bullet drag would slow my shots down and could pose possible rogue shots toward students depending on wind speed, but the property is open enough so I wouldn’t have too many obstacles… assuming these kids listen and stay out of the way.”

Loud shouts and playful screams echoed from below her as she glanced over the edge to see UA students clearing out of school for the day. While she had heard there had been several strange occurances of villains crossing young students recently, she wondered which student was particularly important to the school. 

“Interesting,” she mused to herself as she watched the students talking below her. “I wonder which one All Might has taken such an interest in…” She could not see each students’ quirk from this altitude so perhaps sitting in a few of the hero course classes, she could see for herself. Maybe it wouldn’t be as boring as she was dreading it to be… one could only hope. 

Leaning against the railing, her eyes followed a particular group of students, one she could swear she heard shouting from her height. Was he always this angry, she wondered. The smaller student seemed to cower, fearful of the more aggressive one, while another student among them was nearly silent - almost stoic for a fifteen-year-old. 

“Is that?” She wondered, squinting her eyes more as she swore she recognized that split red and white hair. “Todoroki Shouto…” Her lips curled up in a gentle smile. “It’s been so long. I hadn’t realized he was old enough to be a student here now.”

Her gaze softened at the teenager as she recalled sometimes coming over to the house when she herself was younger to hang out among her friends… one of which was his brother, Touya. Her expression saddened as she was reminded of his untimely death once again - also wondering how Shouto had grown since she had last seen him. 

“Shit time flies,” she mumbled to herself. “He’s already a teenager. He probably doesn’t even remember me. He was so young then. Not to mention his dad never did let him join us in games. Always training...” Her voice trailed off as she watched the teenagers disappear from view.

Shaking her head, Miyako pulled herself away from the railing before placing her hands behind her head. With the students gone, there was no need for her stick around into the evening, she convinced herself as she headed back into the stairwell making her way back down. “Time for a break…”

—

“At least the day is over,” Miyako groaned as she laid her forehead against the bar counter while she waited for her drink to be made. The place seemed full, she assumed due to the approaching weekend and typical Friday night office workers gathering to celebrate a long work week. A drink was set down in front of as she lifted her head up just enough to see the bartender whom she had known for years now. 

He tilted his head at her. “Long day?”

“Do you know how much I hate kids…?”

Chuckling, he shook his head before moving further down the bar to tend to another few patrons. Miyako sat up, taking a large gulp of her drink before setting the glass back down. The warm liquid burned down the back of her throat before settling into her stomach. She tilted the glass, swirling the remaining liquid around. At least she had a plan for where she could set up shots around the property. It was just a matter of if and when this specific person would show up at the school. 

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the picture of her target, eyes narrowing as she tried to imprint the image to her mind. He didn’t seem like much, but the mention of his quirk seemed what was most threatening especially to students, and if the league had grown interested in a student or two - they wouldn’t just send pushovers. 

“Blue flames?” she asked herself, tilting her head a bit. Thoughts began to bounce around in the walls of her mind, wondering if perhaps there was someone out there able to control fire like the Todoroki family. But blue flames? She rubbed her eyepatch that covered her right eye in frustration. Blue fire was considered the hottest type of fire, next to a white hot flame. “I wondered,” she whispered, noting the scarred tissue all over his body. “His body can’t handle over exposure clearly–”

“How interesting…”

A male voice drawled from behind her as she turned to glance over her shoulder at the stranger to see no one but random bar patrons passing by behind her. Confusion set in before she could react, “You should learn not to speak about your targets out loud.”

Her stomach fell to her feet as she turned back to the bar to find the picture she had been given was slowly burning to ash…

“Blue flames,” she hissed before looking toward the bar stool next to her. 

It was him. 

Her gaze locked with his flashing orbs of sapphire before her gaze narrowed. “You…” she hissed. 

It was Dabi. 

A smirk curled over his lips before he raised a finger to wag at her playfully. “Ah ah ah,” he tutted, his eyes falling to her hand moving to touch the top of her handgun. “You wouldn’t want to make such a scene with all these civilians would you?”

Shit, he was right. Her hand relaxed before moving away from the small holster on her hip. “What do you want then?” she countered. 

“I heard I had a target on my back,” he replied airly. “Wanted to see who they thought could possibly get rid of me.”

“Says the one making a scene by setting a picture on fire,” she hissed to him.

His eyes moved to the patrons around the bar now staring at the two and the now pile of ash sitting on the bar counter. Shrugging his shoulders, he moved away from her side. “We can always continue this later kitten…”

“What did you just call me—?!” Miyako hissed offense dripping from her voice, whipping around to attack but finding he had just disappeared. “Damn it…”

Jumping to her feet, Miyako reached into her pocket before throwing cash into the table for the bartender to cover for her drink and whatever expenses to fix his bar. She rushed outside, head darting in every direction trying to gauge just where Dabi had disappeared. She cursed under her breath before darting into an alley, seeing a fire escape with roof access. Better view for her quirk. Her hand grabbed the railing before she was slammed against the wall. A low groan fell from her lips as pain shot up her spine. 

“Nice try, kitten,” Dabi’s voice whispered into her ear. Her gaze moved up to meet piercing blue eyes staring back at her, while he used his body weight to keep her still against the brick wall before his hand moved to grasp her wrist as she tried to move for her pistol again. “Good attempt,” he added, moving the wrist over her head. “But unfortunately, I think I know all your little moves.” His opposite hand moved to brush against her eye patch before tilting his head at her. “Hiding your quirk must mean it exhausts you after prolonged use…”

“Let. Go,” she snapped at him, struggling against his grip. 

“Not yet,” he commented airly as he started moving her eye patch up. “I want to see what this looks like…”

Miyako managed to move her free hand while he was distracted. Her right eye, once exposed, turned the hazy violet color before she managed to pull a small knife from her hip immediately lodging it into his shoulder. His grip loosened before his hand moved to cover his wound as blood poured over his arm and she quickly found herself free again. She quickly grabbed her pistol, using her quirk to line up a perfect shot.

His eyes moved up to stare into her own, his smirk widening a bit more. “Well this is fun,” he whispered. “Who knew you were that sneaky…?”

“None of this is fun,” she snapped back at him. “It was your own mistake. You allowed my other arm to be free.”

“No? You’ll break my heart with words like that…”

Miyako cocked the small pistol before her index finger tightened around the trigger. She took a small breath inward…

“What the fuck?!”

A blue flame immediately enveloped her gun and palm. The sheer intensity of the pain caused her to drop the small handgun. She managed to put the flame out on her hand, but the pain… it was unbearable. 

“Oh kitten,” he said, almost playfully. “Did you really think I wouldn’t fight back?”

Holding her hand close to her chest, she felt nothing but white hot pain searing through her every nerve at this point. “You melted my gun!” she shouted back at him. 

“And hurt your hand by the looks of it,” he commented, shrugging his shoulders. 

He was right. She winced lightly, still clutching her injured hand to her chest. Her skin felt as though it were tightening and blistering already - she would for sure have to visit Recovery Girl to make sure nothing serious would come from her injury. 

“And you’re still bleeding,” she hissed back at him, her gaze narrowing at the wound she had left with her blade.

His smile faded for a moment while his blue eyes gazed up at her, causing her body to almost freeze from the piercing gaze itself. The corners of his thin lips curled up into a coy smirk before he took a few steps toward her again, shrinking the distance between them to just a foot. “Well,” he whispered, his eyes darting around her face almost searching for something in her pained expression. “You are correct… you have wounded me…” His tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth before running it along his lower lip. “Consider this a draw kitten…Until next time Tsutsumi Miyako.”

Confusion filled Miyako’s eyes, realizing that she had never mentioned her actual name to him and for that, what did he even mean until next time? “What?” she shouted. “Wait a minute!”

Another burst of blue flames sent her back into the wall as she used her arms to shield her eyes from the sheer heat. Once the flames had died down, she lowered her arms, finding that Dabi had once again disappeared. A sigh of relief fell from her lips, realizing she had managed to make it out of such a sticky situation with only seemingly minor injuries. Her fingers moved along the singed flesh of her arms, checking the severity of the burns she felt blistering already.

“God damn it,” she hissed to herself, flexing her injured hand before rushing off to the school to visit with Recovery Girl. 

---

Wincing, Miyako watched as Recovery Girl placed a special salve after having used her Quirk to heal the majority of the burns. The cooling effect of the salve immediately took effect, causing Miyako’s body to finally relax as she slowly began wrapping bandages around the burns. “How long until this fully heals?” she asked, quietly.

Recovery Girl sighed before looking up at Miyako. “Just a few days,” she explained, crossing her arms once she had finished wrapping the wounds. “These were some fairly serious burns Miyako… what trouble did you get into?”

“Part of the job, I suppose,” Miyako explained, her eyes falling to the floor. “Thought I was about to apprehend the target for the school but…”

Shaking her head, Recovery Girl sat back in her chair. “Promise me you’re going to be careful?” She asked. “These burns were serious… what type of quirk did you fight against.”

“He has blue flames, kind of like Endeavor.”

“Miyako…”

Looking up to meet the judgemental look flashing in Recovery Girl’s eyes, Miyako sighed as she leaned back in her chair. “He’s trying to hurt the students here and he needs to be eliminated. Quickly. I have to take every opportunity to attack. He’s quick but I injured him as well. A few burns won’t slow me down - you know that.”

“...unfortunately I do know that…”

“Come on,” Miyako whined before standing up. “You know I’m always careful in each one of my assassination missions. But getting hurt isn’t completely unavoidable. I’m smart. I’ll figure it out. He just managed to corner me because I got too confident rushing into an alley before checking perimeters.”

“I know but—”

“I’ll see you later,” Miyako said, cutting off Recovery Girl before rushing out of the office trying to avoid another lecture in being “too reckless” even when it had been a one time occurance. Miyako rubbed her eyes as she made her way out of the school and toward her apartment building, needing to take a few days of rest before trying to stake out Dabi again. 

“Jackass,” she hissed under her breath as she shoved her bandaged hand into her pocket to fish out her apartment keys. Sighing, she slipped inside the dark apartment before cutting on the lights and shutting the door behind her. She tossed her keys onto the counter, making her way toward the couch before collapsing face first into the plush cushions. 

Her hand moved to the coffee table, pawing around aimlessly for the remote before managing to turn the television on for background noise. Slowly, she pushed herself back up as she forced herself to go into her bedroom and change out of her uniform and other gear, and into a black nightgown with a white silk robe over it. 

Miyako walked to another closet in the bedroom before opening the door where she placed her sniper rifle inside. She pulled open a drawer before setting the extra ammo away into neat rows with her knives displayed carefully next to it. She closed the drawer before shutting the closet and placing the lock over the handles to keep her weapons secure. 

Walking back into the living room, Miyako stopped in front of her television before gazing out the back sliding door that led out to her small balcony. While she wasn’t a “pro hero”, her government job paid well enough that she lived comfortably and happily. The moon gleamed into her apartment, making her smile at the quiet calmness that surrounded her before something shining in the moonlight caught her attention. 

“What the hell…” she mumbled, before sliding open the glass door. A few drops of blood splattered on her balcony floor, leading toward the chair she had placed there for her own leisure. Her eyes widened when her gaze stopped to find the knife she had used to injure Dabi now sitting in the chair covered in spots of dried blood. 

“How…” she mused before grabbing the knife retreating back inside her apartment, locking the door behind her. Nervously, she nibbled on her lower lip as she walked the knife to her kitchen, tossing it into the sink to wash later. “How did—”

Oh no. 

“There’s no way,” she snapped as she walked toward the door and looked around. “He couldn’t have followed me the prick! I would’ve noticed!”

Miyako looked at the small droplets of blood he had left and noticed there were none inside the apartment, which means he somehow got to her third floor apartment from outside… She lifted her eye patch to better gauge the different angles seeing one side of the ledge seemed to have bloodstains… “He came and left from that side but how did he get up here? Unless someone within his group has a quirk that could get him to this level - which is possible...” she questioned, tapping her index finger to her chin. “But, why? He clearly wasn’t trying to surprise attack… he would’ve forced his way inside… and not left my knife free for the taking… unless this is some sick psychological game…”

She paused as she glanced back at the sink where the dirty knife laid. Her guess had to be right… he was just letting her know that he knew where she was, that he could just appear any time of the day or night… But at the same time, why bother returning one of her weapons? 

Her mind returned to the earlier encounter she had with Dabi, recalling a comment he had made about her being “fun”. A small sigh escaped her lips as her mind pondered the possibility that maybe for him, that her challenge was more than welcomed by him, that he enjoyed her fight. Perhaps this was his way of showing her that he couldn’t wait for another round?

“What a bizarre man,” she mumbled. “But who am I to try to make sense of villains intentions and MOs. It never makes any sense.” She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration as she made her way to her bedroom. She slipped off the silk robe before tossing it onto a nearby chair as she laid down in her bed. She pulled the sheets and comforter up to her chin as she settled in for a good night’s sleep - or so she hoped. 

Meanwhile, outside her apartment complex, Dabi looked up at the balcony having watched her step outside and find his little gift for her.The blood from his shoulder had begun to slow after receiving quick first aid from another league member, but knew he would have to take time to heal and regroup. The corners of his lips curled up into a smirk as he stuffed his hands into his trench coat pockets before turning away. 

“Hopefully you enjoyed your little gift,” he said to himself, slipping into a dark alleyway, making his way back to the League’s headquarters. “Can’t wait to play again, kitten…”

[jace-todd]

Hahaha I wrote a todoshin story. @bakushinsquad newest post. Yeah here's my crappy story.

Really, he knew that something like this was bound to happen. He had heard all about Endeavor’s shitty behavior towards his family from late nights with Shouto, the other curled up around him, tears still spilling down his face from a nightmare. He’s heard of all the times that Endeavor was too hard on Shouto or his brother, Touya, who had been considered dead for a while now. He had heard all about the quirk marriage, about what his mother had done to him, about where his mother was currently. He had heard about how Shouto’s sister, Fuyumi, was the only one who had a semi-decent relationship with their father. He had heard about Shouto’s brother, Natsuo, was the most aggressive towards their father, having outright arguments and being downright petty.

Shinsou knew it all, having gained Shouto’s trust after the many nights he comforted the dual-quirked boy after nightmares. Shouto had seemed to let it all out after hearing about one of Shinsou’s bad exploits with a father figure in his life. And for that, Shinsou would always have a sense of protectiveness over the kid.

Growing up, Shinsou was almost always the one protecting others. From bullies, teachers, foster parents, and even himself. It was second nature to him, something he didn’t even think twice about despite his usual think before you act attitude. When it came to saving others, he wouldn’t think twice about his own health, which had gotten him plenty of injuries and a decent number of scars.

Maybe it stemmed from trying to make up for all of the wrongs he had never done but everyone thought he’s done. Maybe it stemmed from his heroic desire, the longing in him to help people because no one deserves to go through what he’s going through, or has gone through. Or maybe it stemmed from something else, from his own stupid belief that maybe he deserved it. Deserved the pain that came from jumping in front of his little siblings when their foster father or mother raised their hands or moving them out of the way before a quirk hit.

He knew that ever since Shouto had confided in him that if Endeavor ever showed his face and intended to hurt Shouto, he would get in the way. Shouto didn’t deserve the pain from his father, no one did. And there was no way in hell, Shinsou was going to let Endeavor hurt him anymore.

And as expected, when it finally happened, he did jump in front of Shouto.

They had been working on hand-to-hand combat, Shouto paired against Uraraka, while Shinsou had been paired against Kaminari. It wasn’t a fair fight, but then again no one would’ve had a fair fight against him, other than maybe Ojiro, but they weren’t paired together after an incident. Shinsou had been taught to fight hand-to-hand since he was a kid, his criminal parents wanting him to know how to stand his ground, while the fights in the streets had wanted to underdog to win the fighting rings when he was 11. Shinsou had just wiped the floor with Kaminari again when the figure descended onto campus.

 

Shouto had gone stiff, arms falling to his side, and eyes watching his father land and start his walk towards Shouto. Aizawa hadn’t been paying attention, his back to the commotion, trying to deal with Bakugou and Midoriya who were arguing again. The rest of the class either continued fighting, glancing occasionally over, or stopped altogether.

Shinsou had helped Kaminari back up before starting his way over. He couldn’t tell what was being said between the duo, but he could tell that whatever Shouto was saying wasn’t pleasing his father. Endeavor was progressively getting angrier, his voice rising some, enough so that Shinsou could start to hear him, but blocked out the voice when he saw Endeavor start to raise his hand.

Logically, he knew that Endeavor wouldn’t hit Shouto in a public setting, especially not in front of heroes to come who had a decent amount of sway already, and another hero who was also respected. But that protective feeling consumed him and Shinsou using the capture device around his neck to swing closer, using a tree to swing around the rest of the way and land perfectly in front of Shouto.

Both Todoroki’s seemed surprised to see the hero student drop down between them, the conversation stopping. Shouto lifted a hand to rest on Shinsou’s shoulder, pushing some, “Hi-Shinsou, what are you doing?” He could hear Shouto’s own protective-instinct kicking in but ignored it as he stared directly into Endeavor’s eyes.

“Todoroki go get Aizawa. I’m going to have a talk with your father.” Shinsou held his ground, still holding the capture device at the ready.

Shinsou could hear Shouto begin to argue, but when he glanced behind him, his eyes soften and he gave a small smile, “Please.”

Reluctantly, Shouto let go of Shinsou’s shoulder, backing up before racing towards where Aizawa was holding Bakugou with the capture device, the blond acting feral again. Shinsou followed him with his eyes before turning back to the adult in front of him, finding a comfort in the fact that he was only a few inches shorter than the hero since his latest growth spurt.

Endeavor looked piss, and Shinsou wondered if there was steam coming out of his ears. Shinsou held his own ground as Endeavor lowered his arms to cross them over his chest. Just as Endeavor was about to speak, a word already leaving him, Shinsou cut him off.

“Don’t say anything. You’re going to listen to him, Mr. Number-One-Hero. You’re a shit person, father, and husband, forcing a woman to marry you to have kids that would be strong, then taking the childhood away from those kids. You isolated them from one another, trained them to exhaustion, traumatizing all of them. When your wife had a meltdown, you set her into a mental institution, because you know you couldn’t control her anymore and she hurt your masterpiece. But your masterpiece is a kid, was a kid when she hurt him. You never treated him like a kid. You only care about being famous, about being adored, about the money and title. He’s an emotionally screwed kid, estranged from reality and his siblings, because of you.

“You can’t afford a scandal, so you made sure that Shouto wouldn’t speak up about it. You got the cops to admit that Touya was assumed dead after just a day. You keep Natsuo silent, pulling the card of your connections of knowing the boss of his school. You are kind to Fuyumi, maybe because if Shouto does turn into your definition of a failure, you’re hoping you can turn her into a hero. Yeah, I know what her quirk is. You still try to control your kids, control Shouto and what he wants to do now.”

Shinsou channeled all he could remember from how his father acted when dealing with subordinates, the strength and firmness in his voice, the pure anger in his eyes. He was tired of Endeavor’s shit, and he knew that someone else needed to put Endeavor in his place alongside the siblings, someone who may not have hero connections, but had villain connections. He hated having the connections that he did have, but at times like this… he wouldn’t be afraid of pulling some of those strings and get Endeavor into more trouble.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, Endeavor. You’re going to keep your distance from your kids, you’re going to leave Fuyumi to her job, you’re going to stop holding Natsuo’s education as a hostage, and you’re going to let Shouto be who he wants to be. Or so help me, I’ll expose everything about you, Endeavor. I may just be a second-year hero in training, but I’m not afraid to lose everything I’ve worked for to get your ass thrown in jail. Leave, Endeavor. You’re unwelcome here.”

Endeavor looked beyond angry now, lifting a flaming hand out to Shinsou, as if to get him to shut up or get rid of his anger. “Who the hell do you think you are, speaking to me like that?”

Shinsou smirked, “I’m Shinsou Hitoshi, nice to meet you.”

Behind him, he could hear some laughter, meaning that they had a crowd watching him. He could sense Aizawa’s presence behind him, along with Shouto’s. Aizawa looked between the two, before facing Endeavor.

“He’s right, Endeavor. You’re not welcome here without valid reason to be. Take your leave. Now.” Aizawa’s voice was firm, quirk activated and the fire around Endeavor faded.

As expected, Endeavor opened his mouth to argue back but realizing that all the kids seemed to be against him, that Aizawa was prepared to fight him, that he had lost this battle. He stepped back, anger still clear in his eyes. He searched the ground for his son, finding him already standing next to the purple kid who had gone after him.

“This isn’t over, Shouto. You’ll realize you need me, that my quirk is the better.”

Shouto shook his head, “No, father. It’s over. I’m done with you.”

With that, Endeavor took his leave, scorch marks filling the ground as he flew off. Shinsou was still tense as the rest of the kids stood around. They were all making sure Shouto was okay, praising the other for telling him no, etc. Shinsou was still standing tall, staring at Endeavor’s retreating figure. Aizawa’s hand found its way to his shoulder, startling from his trance.

Aizawa gave him a soft smile, “I’m proud of you, Shinsou, for sticking it to Endeavor and for protecting your friend.”

Shinsou gave him a smile, turning back to where Shouto was being embraced by the Dekusquad. Shouto peered over Iida’s shoulder, their eyes connecting for a moment, but that was all it took for Shouto to mouth ‘thank you’ at him before Shinsou looked away.

The rest of class got canceled, with Aizawa sending the students back to the dorm so he could deal with Endeavor’s appearance. Shinsou had hung back to catch his breath, everything that had just happened setting in like it always did.

He had thought he was alone when he slumped against the tree, pulling his legs to his chest, and laying his head against them, eyes sliding close. But when a hand fell to his hair, he was proven wrong. The familiar warm hand kept him from tensing though, only leaning more into the hold as he lifted his head to look at his boyfriend.

Shouto was kneeling in front of Shinsou’s spot, a smile on his face. The younger boy looked more at ease than he ever had after a visit from his father, which made Shinsou immensely happy. Shinsou lowered his legs, sitting cross-legged as he waited for Shouto to do something. And something he did, as the minute Shouto removed his hand from Shinsou’s hair, he launched onto the taller, hugging him tightly.

Shinsou’s arms came around Shouto’s waist, hugging him back. They sat like that for a while, Shouto in his lap, arms around one another, enjoying the other’s presence, before Shouto pulled away.

Shinsou flinched when Shouto flicked his forehead, “That was really stupid, Hitoshi. Something could’ve happened. He could’ve hurt you. My father has a short temper sometimes, especially when people challenge him like that. Never do that again.” Then he surged forward and kissed Hitoshi softly, causing the other to chuckle. “Also thank you, that was very sweet of you to protect me like that even though you know damn well I can hold my own.”

Shinsou placed his forehead against Shouto’s, staring into the mix-matching eyes. “I’d take a hit for you, any day, Shouto. Plus, someone had to stand up to him. I was tired of him being a little prick. Someone needed to put him into his place.” There was a pause before Shinsou looked away. “I didn’t want you to get hurt by him again.”

Shouto pressed another kiss to his lips, earning a content hum from the other, before pulling away. “I would take a hit for you, as well, Hitoshi. You’re lucky I love you so much.”

Shinsou beamed at the declaration, holding him closer. “I love you, too, Shouto. And I meant when I said, if he bothers you or your family like that again, let me know. I’ll make his life a living hell.”

Laughter from the other filled the area as Shouto rearranged so the two could lean fully against the tree. Things weren’t okay, but they were getting better. It was more bearable with the other by their side. With interlaced hands, Shinsou knew that Shouto would be okay from now on, that the other was reassured that he wasn’t alone anymore in this fight against his father. Now he had some friends and a boyfriend to fight with him. 

[terrible-my-hero-academia-aus]

2K Special.Giant  AU,

(Why did I do this, it was fuel by 1am headaches and chugging a bottle of lime mineral water. I was also ill for half of it. Yay for butter menthols.

Shigaraki is dog groomer, he meets AFO when the villain boss brings his poodle in for grooming. The poodle is named Might Smasher. Might Smasher once stole a shoe from  All Might’s whippet, Deku. Deku is often dressed in mini hero costumes.

Izuku is Shigaraki’s nervous Chihuahua. Shiggy boy likes to dress him in tiny sweaters. These include crappy Christmas sweaters, a worm on the string, and a flight attendants uniform.

Kurogiri is Shiggy’s manager, because he has many well known clients. Such as Doctor Who and Kindle K.

Uraraka and Yaomomo are competitive shop owners on the same street. Uraraka runs a thrift store; Yaomomo, a designer one.

Kirishima owns a hot dog stand across from the groomers and gives away free life therapy. Twice turns up there alot.

Red Riot is his pet parrot.

Endeavor breeds rabbits to show, his sons, Touya and Shouto, like to add wild hares to the pens when he’s not looking. They have nicked a few of their favorite bunnies to hide at Fuyumi’s apartment. They’re named Floof, Fluff and Wuff.

Shouto runs an ice cream parlor, he dresses like Where’s Wally?

Touya works at the hospital as a surgeon.

Fuyumi is basically the Rita Skeeter of the Dungeons and Dragon community.

Rei is a florist, Enji has hay fever.

Now, on to the hero side of things...

Bakugou is the top hero(Ground Meat) having a midlife crisis because he’s going bald before All Might--Must be all the screaming he does.

Denki is Bakuhoes tech guy, You need new ear proteccs? He’s on it!

Dark shadow and Tokoyami are twin heros.

Dark Shadow:

A. Looks the same.

B. likes to ruin his brother’s emo look by dressing in only fluro colours.

C. Has a yellow shirt with a carrot wearing sunglasses on it. He wears a giant knitted sock on his lower half.

He stonk.

Mina is a photographer, always snapping pics of Koda, who works at the local zoo, but also runs an underground coin trading community. He made 10k profit last year from Iida alone.

…….

One day, a distressed Momo noticed some of her new shipment of stock is fake, naturally she freaks, she prides herself in her store. She reports this to the Air Hero: Natsugen. 

(it’s oxygen + Natsuo. I know my naming skills suck but you didn’t follow this blog for quality.😂)

Natsugen is an underground hero who specialises in smuggling rings of various forms, his ability to manipulate air allowing him to quietly take samples as evidence. He teams up with Hawks, once he realises that illegal quirk enhancements are being smuggled inside the lining of these fake purses.

Their trail of clues leads them to the den of Monoma, a famous casino owner and singer. It’s discovered that several months ago, a similar drug was found sewn into the lining of one of his costumes. They eventually figure Mina may have gotten a snap of a contact and sit down with Denki to examine the shots. 

Why is that the guy who brings his poodle to Shiggy’s???

They need more info and promptly wring out all they can from Koda’s customers.

All for NOne. (Because he shouldn’t be alive, he doesn’t count as “One”) Is revealed to be the mastermind behind the smuggling.

This calls for the big guns. Snipe and Ground Meat, the two rising, top rated heroes. 

Although Ground Meat suffered a dip in popularity when it was noticed he had tension alopecia from grabbing his head in frustration after pro hero Minion Man was put on his team. They fight, of course.

So the Heroes head downtown. They need to sus out the locals. 

Tokoyami tries to intimidate Momo into spilling the tea but she gives dark shadow a cashmere sweater and he wont allow the interview to continue after that.

They eventually fight All for NOne in Shigaraki’s dog groomers. It goes down like something from a Home Alone movie.  

Aizawa is the prison guard, he is so done with all this crime shite.

in the end Monoma sings a musical number with Hawks reluctantly doing back up vocals. 

All Might pays for Shiggy’s repairs and Present Mic is Monoma’s sentient mic stand.

Midnight is All for NOne’s lawyer. She tries to bribe the judge, Kota, with icy poles.

The wild pussycats are a competitive knitting group, AFNO gets sent to them as part of his community service.

Snipe is a plumber who is frequently called out to pull Ectoplasm out of drains.

Denki throws a huge party and sets what’s left of Ground Meat’s hair on fire. Natsugen sips a piña colada.

…..

please add to this hot mess so I no longer have to.