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herofics · 9 months

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Could u do headcannons on dating shigaraki,Dabi and mr compress

Some of this might be kinda toxic tbh, but it’s just my honest opinions on what it would be like to date them

~Mr. Compress/Atsuhiro Sako~

•Mr. Compress is very affectionate, and much more on the gentle side

•He’s always holding your hand or resting his hands on your hips, or somehow touching you

•He’s also very protective of you, but not so much possessive

•He’s pretty much always worrying about something happening to you, because you’re associated with him and people can be very vindictive

•Atsuhiro loves it when you call him by his name, because you call him Mr. Compress when you’re around other people, which is most of the time

•He also sometimes just repeats your name by whispering it to himself, and for some reason it always makes him smile

•You hold him when he wakes up from his nightmares and when he has phantom pains on his arm that he lost

•He doesn’t like sleeping without you, because he just feels cold when you’re not there

•Atsuhiro loves feeling your body pressed against his, just holding you close when he sleeps, it just soothes him

•He likes keeping you close, but he doesn’t want to make you feel like he’s chaining you down

•He texts you multiple times a day, but he doesn’t even expect an answer every time, unless he asks a question or something, he just wants you to know he’s thinking of you

•He sends you cute videos of animals or the occasional “I love you”

•Atsuhiro calls you everyday when he knows he won’t be seeing you, he just wants to hear your voice, even if it’s just for a moment

•He isn’t the jealous type, but if he gets bad vibes from a person you interact with regularly, he will let you know, this man just wants to keep you safe

•He feels responsible for your safety and wellbeing and he always wants you to be happy

•He is bad at arguing, and he doesn’t get angry easily, so most of your fights/arguments are very tame

•It never escalates to a screaming match, and you always apologize to each other if you say something hurtful and just make peace afterwards

~Shigaraki Tomura~

•Tomura has like zero experience with dating, because obviously he has never dated before

•He’s also very socially awkward due to his upbringing, and he doesn’t know how to express his feelings well

•So when you started dating, he’s sort of bad at it, if that makes sense?

•He doesn’t know how to ask for affection, he just sort of takes it

•He always gives you a chance to stop him or pull away, he’s not a savage, but he is quite needy

•He loves cuddling with you while he plays his games, you’re just sitting on his lap, or on the floor between his legs with him resting his chin on top of your head

•He barely sleeps as it is, but now that he’s gotten used to sleeping with you in his arms, he can’t sleep without you

•He was pretty insecure about kissing you at first, because of his scarred and chapped lips, but since you didn’t seem to mind it, he stopped caring

•Especially after Tomura gained better control of his quirk, he loves simply touching you

•Things like holding your hand, grabbing your ass or pinning you against the wall by your wrists are some of his favorite things to do

•What ensues after pinning you to the wall varies depending on his mood, but he of course doesn’t do anything you don’t want him to

•On the contrary, he loves to make you beg

•He can be a bit pushy sometimes, and you have to make your boundaries very clear to him and hold onto them

•He might sometimes get a bit annoyed if you deny him, and he doesn’t always understand why you do that, but as long as you’re patient with him and explain it to him, he’ll get it eventually

��When Tomura gets angry, he can be really fucking mean and nothing is off limits

•He doesn’t hurt you physically, but damn he can say some really hurtful things

•And he is really bad at apologizing, because he hates admitting he was in the wrong

•So you will very rarely get an apology, if ever

•If someone were to check you out, or god forbid touch you and he were to catch them, those people would probably end up dead or at least lose a limb or two

•So possessive af, but he would never hurt you for getting attention, how the people giving you that attention end up though? Yikes

~Dabi~

•As I’ve probably said a hundred times before, this man is possessive as hell

•Like if someone were to touch you, they’d get burned

•He isn’t really protective, because he trust you can handle yourself though

•Dabi isn’t really a soft, gentle person, but he does care about you

•Even if it is in a kind of self serving way, and he’s really mostly looking for the relationship to benefit him, rather than both of you

•He’s very affectionate but it’s only when he wants to, if he doesn’t feel like it he will physically push you away

•If he doesn’t want you to kiss him, he will literally put his palm on your face to stop you

•He rarely says anything about it

•Or if he’s indifferent about it, he will just let you lay on him on the bed, while he scrolls through his phone or something

•He likes sleeping with you, but he cannot stand it when you hog the blankets, and he has kicked your leg and almost pushed you off the bed in revenge

•Dabi also has the habit of absolutely emptying your bridge when he comes over, because he’s always hungry and he only really cares about it when he gets free food aka raiding your fridge

•He’s a pretty lousy boyfriend to be honest, but he does show you affection and takes care of you when it fits him or when you really need it

•His idea of a date is just watching a movie at your place and eating take out, he doesn’t like going out and he can’t really go out in public anyway because of his wanted status

•He’s not very good at comforting you with words, so if you’re upset, he mostly just holds you and lets you cry or rant or whatever you need to do in that moment

•Sometimes it feels like Dabi loves to argue, like it might feel like he will just try to escalate the situation into a yelling match

•And he has this ability to say the most hurtful things so nonchalantly and it’s infuriating

•He doesn’t really know how to apologize so your arguments usually just end with him pulling you close and muffling your voice by holding your head against his chest and he lets you yell into his shirt

•He does say sorry eventually, but it might take a while and it might sound a bit insincere, even when he means it, because he has to always have that damn attitude when he says it

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blurbios · 1 year

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Being Mr Compress' Doting S/O

warnings: food mention

other: gn! reader, fluff

part 3 of League of Villains' Doting S/O

Since meeting Atsuhiro you’ve taken note of his love for things of grandeur, it came natural as he himself was a showman. Whenever you went out and passed storefronts he’d comment about the outfits on display. He even slipped in to buy you an outfit whilst Toga distracted you one time. You knew how much he loved fashion, so when you found out that he’d be leaving for a week-long mission you knew how you were going to spend your time. The sadness you felt when he left was soon replaced with determination as you took it upon yourself to design and sew him an outfit. You had an idea of the general things he liked and you knew what fit you liked him best in, so combining the two you quickly sketched out what you had envisioned. You made sure to ask Jin for the proper measurements to ensure your work would fit him. You worked feverishly for days and after many trips to the local fabric shop, you were putting the finishing touches on it. You decided to monogram his initials into the tag to make it extra special. You ironed it once it was finished so that it would be ready when Atsuhiro arrived tomorrow. You debated laying it out in the bed, but thought hanging it in the closet would be best, just in case he was too tired and just wanted to rest when he got home. You heard the door open and the footsteps that followed. Shigaraki went straight to his room not even saying hi, Spinner waved as he made his way to the fridge, Dabi just glared at you before walking past, but there was no sign of Atsuhiro. Your heart began to pound in your chest, you walked to the door and stuck your head out, maybe he was just lagging behind. Your mind immediately started running worst case scenarios, you fought back tears. “Damn, you’re annoying. He didn’t die or anything. Compress stopped to get something, he shouldn’t be too long.” Dabi said before exiting the room. You sat back on the couch, knee bouncing as you waited. It felt like hours had passed before you heard the door open, immediately you perked up and turned toward it.

“Ah! There you are, Atsu!” You said throwing your arms around his shoulders.

“I’m sorry, were you worried? I thought one of them would’ve told you.” Once you were down clinging to him, he placed the bag he had in his hand on the countertop.

“What’s in the bag?”

He motioned for you to close your eyes and you followed suit. “3, 2, 1, open!” You opened your eyes and saw a small cake, a confused look on your face. “Oh come on, that mission was hell, let us celebrate that nobody died.”

“Well, if we’re celebrating, let me go get your gift!” You hurriedly went to retrieve what you’d been working on. Holding the hanger behind your back, you motioned with one hand for him to cover his eyes as he had you. He let out a light laugh as you counted down, “3, 2, 1, open!” You were beaming as you thrusted the hanger towards him. His eyes grew wide, his jaw dropped, at a loss for words. He reached for it and took it gingerly from your hand. He took the pants from the bottom of the hanger and held them up to get a full look. He ran his hand over the back pockets to feel for quality and check their size. He looked at shirt and jacket,

“Darling, where’d you get this?”

“I made it.”

“You what?”

“I made it! Even sewed your initials on the inside of the shirt pocket. See?” You opened the breast pocket to unveil his initials in gold thread.

“Thank you. I don’t know what to say. Wow. I–thank you.” He sounded like he was gonna cry, like the way he sounded when you told him you loved him for the first time.

“You’re welcome, my love.” The next day he planned a date night for you two, he wanted a good excuse to wear it. Before you two left, he made it a thing to parade around and tell all the members that you made it. He really did appreciate you working so hard on it and it was easily his favorite outfit in his wardrobe now. This led to Dabi rolling his eyes and Toga exclaiming how you needed to make her an outfit too. You made a mental note to start drawing up plans for her birthday, but right then you focused on how good Atsuhiro looked and how great of a night you two were going to have.

a/n: this one wasn't supposed to be this long, but the thought of making him a snazzy little outfit to make his day made me soft, plus he's a loser so he'd be like "it garmeant a lot to me" and expect you to laugh at his terrible pun

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frickingnerd · 9 months

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breaking up with mr. compress

pairing: atsuhiro sako / mr. compress x gn!reader

tags: angst, break up, established relationship

both of you seemed to know that your relationship couldn't last forever

after all, atsuhiro was a villain. and you weren't

you could look away most of the times and pretend like you weren't aware what your boyfriend was doing when you weren't around

and yet, over time it became harder to ignore the things he did

so much so that despite loving him, you couldn't stay by his side anymore and watch as he hurt innocent people

before breaking up with him, you had already gotten all of your things back from his apartment, while trying to not let him notice

and yet, atsuhiro was aware that you were getting ready to cut off contact with him

so much so that when you mentioned you wanted to talk to him about something, he stopped you, already knowing what this was about

"i don't need to know why you want to leave. i just need to know that you don't want to stay with me anymore…"

you hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by atsuhiro already knowing you'd break up with him, before finally telling him what he wanted to hear

"i think we should break up…"

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plush-rabbit · 1 year

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The League Comforts You

A/N: I really don’t like holidays

You never really understood why you kept coming to family events. It's not like you liked your family. Well, that's not quite right either. You love your family, and they love you, but you think if you had met them and were strangers, you wouldn't like them nor would they like you. They're mean and exclude you, and when you try to match their energy, you come across as mean and rude. You like your peace and quiet, you never really minded being alone, but you still can't help but feel hurt when they have fun without you and don't seek you out.

You're sitting at the end of the couch, nursing on something alcoholic to get you through the chatter- through the teasing remarks about you still being single, about you still being as quiet as ever. You smile with your teeth and take another sip. You glance at your phone- there’s no notifications other than online sales and emails. You have no messages from your friends since they're all busy with their own families who love and like them.

You wish that you were home.

Laughter is loud in the house and everyone is engaged with someone in a conversation. You try to put yourself in a conversation but you’re laughed at and your ears burn hot, and you hate yourself just a bit more. You're sure that if you got up right now and excused yourself outside and never came back in, they wouldn't notice that you left.

The bottle in your hand is empty, and you rise from the end of the couch and quickly, your space is taken, the crowded couch now more breathable without you. No one asks you anything, they don’t question why you’ve stood up, but you still tell them why. I need some air, to be right back. You smile and grab your things, placing the empty bottle next to the other bottles on the table. Your phone is tucked into your back pocket and you hold tightly onto your charger.

It shouldn’t be a surprise that the night life is bustling, that it’s fun and bright and you hate the people that have fun with others. The walk back home is loud. There are bars packed with people, groups of people walking in a tight group along the sidewalk, cars passing back with streams taped onto them. There's confetti and plastic cups and glass bottles on edge of the sidewalk and you stand in front of a bottle with the label missing, debating in picking it up and being a good civilian or picking it up and risking whatever germs someone else had, now on your, unable to properly wash your hands.

You decide to let the issue be left for someone else, the streets of the city can remain dirty for one more night. Blowing out a puff of air that forms into a cloudy puff, you walk past the bottle, holding on tight to your charger.

Finally, you’ve made it home, and you tell yourself to not be disappointed if you check your phone and no one has checked in on you. It’ll be fine. You don’t need them. If your phone has no notification, then that’s fine. It’s fine. You suck in a deep breath of air and hold onto it, and you check your phone.

You haven’t received a single call or text from any of your family members.

The keys shake in your hand and you feel like crying. You aren't sure why. You don't care if your family doesn't like you. Well, you do, because of course you do, you've always been sentimental about family even if they aren't. Even if they're a bit mean towards you and leave you out if things, but they're your family. You still cling to the past, wanting to remember them as they were clinging to you, how they loved you and cherished you, how you were close to your cousins. But you’ve grown up now, and all that familial love has thinned, you’re left starving for it.

The lock clicks open, and you enter your home. You kick your shoes off and drop your things on the table. It’s dark, and it’s lonely, and you tell yourself that it’s fine. That it’s better when you’re alone because you can do what you want. You try not to worry about the tears that have welled in your eyes and are burning, you bite the inner corner of your lips when you let a cry whimper out.

And finally, you reach your room, and close the door with a smack, trying to keep your composure until you’re in bed. But then the light clicks on, you aren’t alone.

Bubaigawara Jin:

The closing door was enough to wake him from his short nap, but you crying, was enough to jolt him awake. Jin hadn’t expected you to be home- you had mentioned how you were excited to be with your family after so long, that he assumed that he was going to have your place to himself for a few hours before you returned. You always talk so fondly about your family, and he listens, trying not to interject because it’s one of the few times that you share so much about yourself. It’s not like he has anything to share either way- so many of his memories are muddled, and most of the ones about his family are nonexistent, he can’t even really remember what their faces looked like. He doesn’t mind when you talk about your family- he welcomes it, it’s nice to hear you talk and even when his other starts to interject, it’s always something nice, sarcastic, but nice.

Your home, and you’re crying- well you’re close to tears, breathing in deeply and fisting your hands at your side, and he doesn’t know what happened. You seem fine- no skinned knees or bloody lips. You’re okay- physically. Hopefully. So what happened? And the question is forming on his tongue and fills the room, and it’s less than polite, a bit crass and with sleep lingering in on his voice, it’s easy to mistake it for annoyance. But you know him- of course, you wouldn’t take for anything other than just him. At least, he believes that that’s true, but then you start to cry, and he realizes that he shouldn’t have been senseless with you. You’re already near tears, of course, anything harsh would have made you start crying, but then you rush to him and as he’s sitting up, you hug him, and sit on his lap, and you’re pulling him closer to you.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn't felt relieved when you chose to sit on his lap and pull him close- you’re still crying, but at least he knows that it’s not because of him, that you still want him to hold you. You;ve always been there for him, and you try to understand him, and you never really leave him alone, and he wants to do the same for you. He holds you tight, and his hands are ever moving- running up and down from your arms to your back, to your thighs, and back to your arms, and starting the cycle all over again, desperate for your cries to quiet down. Maybe he should do something right now- No. He should be doing something right now. Panic runs a cold chill down his spine, and he blurts out that he’s glad that you’re here with him. He could do without the crying, and he immediately fixes that little slip up, but you only snort, apologizing, and kissing at his collarbone. Of course, you wouldn’t take offense to it.

In a quiet voice, when you’ve settled, and your legs spill over the edge of the bed, he asks if you need anything, juice, alcohol, candy, smokes? Anything at all, he’d go rushing out to get it for you. And you shake your head, telling him that you just want to stay with him like this for a bit longer, reaching for his hand to hold in yours. You trace up and down his fingers, across each ring of lines that circle around his finger, and trace on his palm. You tell him that you would have liked to take him out tonight. Maybe to meet your family- an hour max- and then go get something to drink afterwards. He’s never met your family, but he hates how they’ve made you cry. If it were anyone else, they’d regret it, but he knows how you feel about family, he knows that hurting them would only hurt you, that it wouldn’t make you feel better, it’d only push you away from him, and isolate you further. He doesn’t want that. He kisses the top of our head, and he says that maybe when it’s cold out, he can wrap himself in a scarf and you two could go out-it’s be cold, but he could treat you to something warm.

A part of him wishes that he could have met you before everything went so awful for him. No. All of him wishes for that. If you accept him as he is now- a villain with a dissociative disorder- then maybe you’d like him back when he was younger, when he was making ends meet, and could hold up a job. Maybe during his life of theft, he would’ve stolen something nice for you- a ring, maybe. But, you met him as he is now, and you still want to be with him, and you even wish you could show him off to your family. You wish you could be seen with him. And maybe that makes up for all the string of bad luck that has followed him around his entire life. And with you tracing the lines on his palms, lying and making up what the lines mean- a long life, a wealthy life, lovers past and future. He thinks your crap at telling fortune, but he likes the life that he has with you now. He kisses the top of your head, and holds you tight, the lines that you’ve traced burning his palm, and lays back down, smiling when you let out a squeak and a laugh mixed together.

Dabi:

He doesn’t really spend the night at your place as much as he should. It's too quiet at your home, too neat and orderly, too tucked away in its own little corner with the only noise available being your fan that hums. Dabi is used to the noise, the screeching of tires and yowling cats and barking dogs, the loud, drunken laughter and belches of people, that being in your home makes him feel discomfited. He’s only staring at your ceiling, trying to force himself to sleep until you shut the door and he’s alert. Heat tickles and burns his palms until he realizes that it’s you, and in the next moment he realizes that you’re crying, and he’s throwing his legs over the edge of your bed, and you meet him at your bed, rushing to him, and holding him. You cry silently, whimpering and taking in shaky breaths that shudder throughout your body. Your hands are cold as they hold onto him, pressed against his thinned shirt.

Your tears don’t last- you cry and you sniffle and when you pull away, your face is wet, and can’t look him in the eye. He stays still beside you, and you’re silent, pulling your hands away and twisting them in front of you. The silence is killing him worse than before, he needs something to fill the air, and it’s always been you, always humming or talking about something or another that he’ll listen to and remember when he’s stuck somewhere else. Slowly, his hand reaches over to your side, his index and middle finger wrapping around your thumb and pulling it towards him, his thumb rubbing softly over your thumb knuckle. He offers you something- alcohol, you know, just to get the edge off a bit, he reasons, whispering into the quiet room. You shake your head, and twist yourself to wrap your arms around him, your face nestled against his chest.

Even after all these years, all this resentment and hatred, he hates that he understands why you’re so sentimental; he hates knowing why you want to hold onto the fond memories of your family, and why you seek their validation and love. He had hoped that after being with you, that he would have gotten better at being able to provide some type of comfort, that he could do more than sit on the bed and let you cry. You start out slow, and he realizes that it’s because the pain is still too fresh, the humiliation and the exclusion are burning through you and making you shake beside him. It isn’t a big deal- it shouldn’t be a big deal. You’ve been excluded from conversations loads of times, this isn’t anything new, and yet it still hurts as if you were a child facing rejection for the first time all over again. You talk about how you aren’t treated like an adult, but neither as a child, a weird middle ground, a punching bag because if you fight back, if you return the same energy, you’re mean. It isn’t fair for you- to have to face the constant pressure from them when you’ve been doing so well, when you’ve finally feel like you’re on the right track.

Words fill the air, a spew of nonsense that comes from him, slow and unsure, trying to find something to say, but being unable to fill it with any meaning. All he’s aiming for you is to be distracted, to think about anything else than your family. The thing about him is- and you learned this quickly- he will never talk about his own family with you; try as you will, he never utters a single word about them, and he knows that it irritates you, but it’s his own thing to deal with. But he understands you, and he doesn’t know how to fix it, because his own solution was to kill himself, and now he’s missed so much of his youth and his own body is no longer his. But it’s about you and your pain, and he doesn’t know how to make you feel better other than just talking. He tells you about how quiet your room is when you’re not there, and how he likes the scent of your new soap, and that he might have ruined a towel, and you laugh, it’s short, but you laugh and he pulls down on the bed, pulling and letting his hands run underneath your shirt till your laying beside him, your back pressed against his chest and his nose rested in the back of your scalp, nestled into your hair.

His body aches, and you’ve laced your hand with his, trailing it from the soft curve of your stomach, to the swell of your chest and resting it above your heart. Every breath that you take is getting slower, and heavier. Dabi wonders to himself, if he ever will tell you about his family, how his father threw him aside, how he said such awful things to his mother and how he wished he could have apologized, how there was a moment in time where all he wanted was to have them hold him and tell him that he’s been forgiven, and held like a child. He calls your name, and after a moment, you squeeze your hand, and he knows you’re already asleep, in the odd place between sleep and consciousness, and he won’t pull you away from that. If things were different and he weren’t born with a cursed body, that he would have liked to sleep with you in a quiet room, that he wouldn’t let you feel alone in a room filled with others.

Iguchi Shuichi:

Shuichi thinks to himself that he probably shouldn’t have come over- that maybe it would have been better for him to just have stayed back at the base. But you look so pitiful, and he knows that you need him- hopefully- he still isn’t quite sure how to tell whether you need comfort or space. He clears his throat, and awkwardly opens one arm, inviting you to come sit with him, and you nod. With you so close, he can see the tears in your eyes, how they swell and catch on your lashes, and he wonders if you’ve looked like that the whole walk home. You slip into the space that he’s created, leaning on him, and wrapping your arms around his torso as he leans against the headboard of your bed. He’s hardly ever seen you cry from something that wasn’t from a television show or a video game, and he knows what to do in those scenarios, hear you out and nod along, and it shouldn’t be different in this case, but the atmosphere and the way that you hold yourself feels so much heavier than it’s ever have before.

Softly, he asks what happened, his body shifting to hold you at a more secure position. His hands lay on you, and when you don’t respond, he adds that you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. He can hear you intake deep, shaky breaths, trying to catch letters and shape it, only for you to stay silent. He decides to talk before he can lose any of his nerves. You were supposed to be with your family. How come you’re not? You were so excited too. He regrets talking immediately when you begin to cry, latching onto him and going to hold at one of his hands. You clasp onto him with such strength, and you need him at the moment. He tries to soothe you, but the only he knows how is to scratch at your back, slow, steady movements where his hands reach underneath your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin against his claws. It’s steady, and it keeps you grounded enough to have you go to a quiet whimpering, with your hand cupped over his chest.

Something must have happened. Of course, something had to have happened if you had come back with tears in your eyes, so desperate to hold onto any part of him, and only cry further when he asks directly about your family. He doesn’t really get it. He always thought you had a nice relationship with your family- you speak so highly of them, and yet, you’re here, crying on his chest. You know enough of his own backstory to understand that he didn’t have a good support system- or any for that matter. Even if mutant quirks have grown more accepting in a city, the country and town life is still difficult. People still look down on him for being anything less than normal. Only a few looked past his quirk- you included, and he can never thank you enough for that. He tells you all of this, and he apologizes to you, that he wasn’t there for whatever it was that happened. There are times that he wishes he was still a shut-in, that he ever saw Stain on television and never got inspired, and maybe then, he would have met you in a grocery store or something. But he also knows that he never would have met you, and if he did, he wouldn’t have bothered with you, because Stain sparked something inside of him, and then you did so, when he realized there was something past reshaping society that was worth living for.

Slowly, you start to speak, grabbing at the hand that isn’t scratching up and down your back, and placing it over your cheek, holding it there. You’ve never been good at socializing with your family. You love them, but you aren’t like them, and he understands that sentiment. He taps two fingers against the soft plush of your cheek, encouraging you to continue with your story. You go on and about how lonely you felt- how everyone was with someone and you were alone. It was a room full of loved ones and all you could do was pity yourself and hold an empty bottle. You felt like you did when you were younger. And you hated it. You felt so embarrassed and they didn’t even call after you left- and your voice cracks. He shushes you quietly, and moves the hand that is resting on your back to curve over your waist. You’re here with him now and even though it’s not what you had planned for the night, he’s happy that you’re here with him.

Shifting under you, he moves until you’re laying beside him, and he can stare at you. Your eyes are rimmed red, and there are tear tracks that curve down your cheeks and dry at your chin. With a shaky hand, he reaches to wipe away the tear tracks, and you lean into his touch. He smiles softly, and he asks if there’s anything more that you want to get off of your chest. He isn’t fond of his family either, but he has you now, and the League, and he thinks that’s all that really matters- found family or something like that, that you like to fantasize about. Nervously, he inches closer to you, and your breath is warm and it smells sweet and it must be the drink that you talked about, and he leans in, and there’s pressure against his snout, until you twist your head and kiss him back, pulling away to intertwine your body with his, hiding your face into the crook of his neck, and peppering kisses along there as a show of thanks.

Sako Atsuhiro:

He doesn’t think he’s ever seen this side of you. You've cried before him, but it was reactionary- you watched a show and cried, you’ve read a book and clung to him, whining and moaning about how they deserved a happy ending- things like that. You’ve never closed a door so roughly, not on purpose, not without saying a quick sorry to the inanimate object. You’ve never closed a door with tears in your eyes, looking so sad. Atsuhiro didn’t mean to be here- it just happened. He thought about not coming to your place when you told him you wouldn’t be here for the night, that you would be out with family. He even sat on your chair as you pulled out a potential outfit- something appropriate, that would still seem nice around others. You were excited for it. And now you’re home, and you’re crying, and he isn’t sure what to do. Do you want to talk about it? Because of course something happened, and it hurts him to see you look so small. You’ve closed in on yourself, lowering your shoulders and clasping your arms around yourself, and you haven’t looked him in the eyes since you’ve entered the room.

Come here, he tells you. And you walk towards him, your steps quick to reach where he now sits upright on your bed, and his arm wraps around you, running up your torso, and cupping it over your neck. You’ve always been more of the crier in the relationship, always tearing up in moments as you read, clinging to characters and to people, and he knows what to do, how to comfort you- to offer a talking point and to let you stay silent until you’re ready, and give you a promise that he’s still by your side. Unlike you, he doesn’t talk about his family much, when you pout about him keeping secrets, he pulls out some line about magicians and secrets- something corny that has you rolling your eyes, and grinning at him. You’ve always been one to overshare, to tell stories about your past, to tell him whatever it was that he wanted to know, and he always liked you for it. He never really liked keeping secrets from you, and while he strongly doubts that you would ever judge him for who his lineage is, he doesn’t want to have that looming, he doesn’t want to think about the questions you’d have and the answers he would be unable to tell you.

Seeing you defeated leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He was hoping that he’d fall asleep in your bed, and in the morning, he’d wake up with you curled next to him, hair a mess and he’d spend the whole day with you and get to eat your cooking, and just laze around with you. However, now with you crying on his chest, and how you intertwine your legs with his, he thinks that you’ll be the one to taste his cooking. He doesn’t pry further about what happened- you’re still too sentimental about it, the wound and pain too fresh for you, and he doesn’t want you to cry because of him, because of the memories that he’s trying to dig up no matter how recent they are.

You tell him that you wish you could introduce him to your family. That maybe if you met earlier, before his name was released to the public, that you could have, that you would have been able to show him off. He counters that when his name did get released, you’d have to explain to your family. You say silent after that, he kicks him for bringing reality back to you after hopeful wishes. He stutters in trying to fix his mistake, telling you that it would’ve been nice to be introduced to your family. That he would’ve liked to meet the people who you talk about. He tells you that he would have been perfect at meeting your family- the shining example of what it is to look like a good partner. You interject with a laugh, that he would have been the prime example of a “bring home boyfriend” until it was revealed who he is. You’re laughing and that’s a good sign. He smiles, and his hand lowers curving underneath your chest. He agrees, stating that then he’d be the worst example, and that he probably wouldn’t mind being referred to as the bad boyfriend whose parents disapprove of. You groan and pull away from him, and the tears have dried, and all that remains are reddened eyes, and quiet sniffling.

Holding his hand in yours, you apologize in a low voice, telling him that you didn’t mean to wake him up, nor did you mean to cry in front of him over something so trivial. Atushiro hums, telling you that he doesn’t mind being woken by you- that he’d rather wake up and be with you, than let you cry alone. He’s glad that he was here, that he feels better knowing that he was able to just be here with you, that he didn’t want you alone. He brings up your held hand to his lips, giving short kisses to each knuckle, and turning it over to kiss your palm. You smile, and pull your hand away, leaning into him, giving out another small cry, thanking him for being here, and promising him a meal tomorrow. He watches as you move, curling beside him your hand going to rest over his ribs, and you trace arcs over his chest, stopping at where you think the rib would stop and he watches you get lost in thought, resting back on the pillow and kissing your temple.

Shigaraki Tomura:

Seeing you teary eyed always makes him uncomfortable. Tomura isn’t sure of what to do in these types of scenarios; he isn’t sure on how he should go about to comfort you. Should he hold you? Should he be giving some type of advice, something vague that could be applied to any scenario? He knows that you need something and the most that he could offer up is patting the space beside him, offering up your own bed to you. You nod, scurrying in beside him, your bare legs cooled from the outside air and enough for him to feel through the material of his own pants. You hide yourself in his chest, arms going around to clutch at the back of his shirt. If he knew that you were going to arrive early and cry, he probably wouldn’t have even shown up in your home. Immediately as that thought enters his mind, he feels awful. You’ve done a lot for him, the least he could do is hold you, or allow himself to be held for a moment.

You shouldn’t be home- so why are you home? He had messaged you a few days prior asking if he could stay the night and he remembers that you told him he could, but that you were going to be with family. And he remembers it so, because he thought about just not showing up because if you weren’t going to be here, then why come at all, but the temptation of your bed, pillowed with blankets and stuffed animals, was far too much for him. He’s careful to put his arms around you, careful to make sure he isn’t completely touching you, trying to avoid adding injury to your less than great night. He asks why you’re home so early, and he quickly adds that he doesn’t mean anything mean by it, he’s just curious is all. You’ve been still the entire time in his arms, you don’t move even when you sniffle and the pillow and his shirt are damp with your tears.

Family is complicated, and- you can’t go on any further. Your voice cracks and he moves closer to you, closing the already small gap between the two of you. Something awful must have happened. He doesn’t remember much of his own family- before All For One and Kurogiri. The things that he does remember make him itch- more so than usual, more than just scratching until his skin is a bright red, but a depper, primal urge that has his skin feel too tight. Even so, All For One wasn’t a good caretaker, and Kurogiri did the best that he could with a bratty child from the streets. Even so, he knows how much you care for your own family, how you hold his hand and tell him that you wish things were different so you could introduce him, how maybe if you were a family of villains, they’d be proud of you. You always cut the conversation right after that, and you always have a sad look in your eyes. He never really wants to talk about his own upbringing, always talking about it as it was unimportant, never wanting to recall how empty his bedroom was until he used his quirk. He’s sure that his retelling how he decayed two people who were mean to him wouldn’t bring you the comfort that you need, nor is it the story that you would like to reminisce about with him late in the nights.

He should be offering you something. A drink maybe? But then that would mean that he has to pull away from you, and he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t think you want that either. Still, he should be doing something right now, something to fill the gap of silence and to stop you from whimpering. He presses his lips against the top of your crown, and when he pulls away, he starts. Talking about his past is far too much, but talking about the future isn’t so bad. He talks about how nice it would be that when he topples over society or makes some type of chaos, that you would be right there. When it comes to it, he’s going to bring you with him. It’ll be great- you won’t have to get the approval from family, or anyone else. It’ll be you and him- and the others, but they’re not important in the story he’s telling you. He likes to think that it’ll be the end of society, and he’ll be able to stand beside you, to not worry about heroes- bad or good- would interrupt the both of you.

When you’ve calmed down, you lift up from him, and he misses the warmth that you provided. You wipe at your eyes and pat your cheeks, and he stays watching you, waiting for you to come back to bed. You do so, and you apologize for all the crying, giving a humorless chuckle that you’ve always been the emotional one, and he doesn’t mind because why would he. He sits up beside you, and your head rests on his shoulder, and it’s the two of you alone in a room, and your arms slink around his, holding tightly onto him, and he can feel the tears that wet his shoulder. You don’t have to think right now, at least not about family. And again, you apologize for crying, and again he tells you that it’s fine, even when he’s so unsure of what to do, but you still cry, and you still latch onto him, and in the dead of night, he holds you, and he stays there until you’ve fallen asleep, with tears and warm cheeks.

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awkward-artists · 3 months

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My Mr. Compress Sexuality Headcanon

TBH I fully believe that he is either Bi or Pan with a balanced lean for both, he’s WAY too fruity to be straight but not fruity enough to be completely gay.

#Mr Compress #atsuhiro sako #LGBTQ #lgbtqiia+#MHA #My Hero Academia #MHA LOV #My Hero Academia LOV #league of villains #personal headcanon

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codenamesazanka · 8 months

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what are your lgbt headcannons for the league if you have any? also do you have any trans hcs?

is it correct to call them headcanons when I think we can say the League are all gay/queer in all but name and canon (my interpretation why) So, warning that I'm pretty out of touch with community concepts, so forgive me if I understand a term wrong!; and these are all personally my general take and opinions, but none of them are 100% hard, consistent 'facts' for me even in my own portrayals, plus I’ve enjoyed and support many other people’s lgbtq+ headcanons, but for me I tend to go with:

Shigaraki: gay; grey ace; I enjoy the idea that he's x-gender/non-binary

Spinner: my beautiful wreck of a disaster hybristophiliac gay; demiromantic/demisexual!; I think intersex Spinner would be super cool!!!; very sad lack of trans Spinner content in fandom though

Toga: Okay, this is not a headcanon because Toga is canonically bi 🩷💜💙. I've seen a few trans Toga headcanons before and I love that.

Twice: Bi! bi! bi! I have a friend who says of Jin "He's asexual and he totally fucks," and I love it.

Mr. Compress: Definitely mlm, though whether he's bi/pan or gay, I can't say. I think I like him being bi/pan, though.

Magne: gnc/butch trans woman! And I think she should totally be bi/pan.

Ujiko: his soulmate is AFO and AFO only. I'm curious about the wife or partner he might have had to produce a grandson (Tsubasa???) but think that was a cover. As one must when one is truly married to the demon lord of evil.

All For One: GENDERFLUID X-/AGENDER AFO who didn't care whether hir new body was male or female. <333 This one is canon too. <333

Most importantly, Dabi:

Thanks for the ask!

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magicianenthusiast · 1 year

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random lov headcanons

tomura was (and is) the biggest bug kid. he loves them. after he came to afo he was wary of dogs bc of mon and wasn’t allowed any other pets/friends anyway, so he got fond of the spiders and creepy crawlies he found around the bar. he also likes them because theyre also misunderstood and disliked for no reason.

after he gets out of prison he gets a pet tarantula. shuuichi puts up with her bc he’s a good boyfriend and eventually grows fond. dabi and kurogiri are entirely indifferent but the rest of the league refuse to touch/go near her

when compress and kurogiri started to flirt tomura was extremely protective and suspicious of compress. he enlisted the rest of the league (this was post kamino but pre-kurogiri’s arrest) to secretly investigate compress for anything sketchy. unfortunately none of them including tomura really knew what constituted sketchiness amongst a group of supervillains so after a while they gave up. tomura kept a close eye on compress for a long time tho.

dabi has his real name tattooed onto his inner lip along with his date of birth. he got it done when he was 19 just in case he died on the street before he could reveal anything, in the hopes that maybe an autopsy would be conducted.

all the league donate blood to himiko on the regular, so long as she uses clean needles

himiko usually has a supply of league blood on her, and even if not she usually still has some in her system, and she transforms into them whenever she feels unsafe.

after they get out of prison tomura is finally free to express himself with his body. afo banned body mods bc a.) tomura wasnt supposed to go outside and b.) because that’s going to be his body someday

tomura has his hair cut short whilst he was in prison, but ends up growing it out again afterwards bc it just felt weird

he gets tattoos. i havent decided exactly what but he definitely lets each of the league design a small stick and poke each for him. probably gets a few video game themed ones too, and some flowers in honour of hana and the rest of his family (sans his father).

during his surgery to get new skin grafts dabi loses all his staples and piercings. after he gets out endeavour gives him some money (with the offer of more if dabi is willing to move back home) but instead touya uses it to replace all his old piercings and get new ones

he convinces tomura to go with him. tomura gets a lip ring and a helix piercing.

dabi always wanted a pet (specifically a dog but he wasnt fussy) growing up but was never allowed one. during prison he was approved for a therapy cat, a scraggly black rescue. she spends 90% of her time riding on his shoulders and hates everyone but him.

at some point he also gets a dog as well. i havent decided what breed yet. he spends an ungodly amount of time training it even tho he insists he doesnt care.

dabi, tomura and shuuichi have never been to a hairdresser before and none of them ever plan to. they either cut their own hair (dabi and shuuichi) or just dont cut it at all (tomura)

dabi and kurogiri are amazing cooks. tomura is an ok cook but only cooks and eats the plainest foods imaginable. himiko, shuuichi, magne and jin are all decent cooks, they just don’t have any particular passion for it. compress isnt allowed near the kitchen unsupervised under any circumstances.

after they find out about dabis 3 year coma the league decides that it means that dabi is actually 3 years younger than he says he is, making him 20 when he joined the league. dabi calls bullshit but both tomura and shuuichi insist that they’re actually older and therefore he has to respect them as his elders.

maybe at some point after he gets out of jail the todoroki sibs jump on this too. touya is Not Pleased.

dabi and atsuhiro often get high and watch the worst/most obscure movies they can find together

all of the league love watching horror movies together and laughing at them.

garaki replaced the piece of jawbone dabi lost with a piece of someone else’s skeleton. he did a reasonably good job but dabi’s jaw is still ever so slightly lopsided.

bc of the burns on his throat sometimes he ends up not being able to talk, sometimes for up to a few days at a time. in the begining he’d just disappear until he got better or else write down what he wanted to say, but his handwriting is shit so in the end he begrudgingly admitted defeat and learnt sign language. the whole league learnt with him.

kurogiri is half ghanaian and dabi is quarter chinese

spinner had a tail when he was born but his parents ended up paying for it to be amputated when he was young. thanks to stress and a poor diet it never grew back, but after he gets out of prison it does (though it’s always a little shorter than it would’ve been had it grown normally)

they also had his retractable claws removed. later on before he joined the league he got new claws fitted, ones made of metal, but they’re non-retractable

spinner requires more protein in his diet than the baseline human. dabi needs a lot of calories bc his quirk burns through them so fast even when he’s not actively using it.

neither of them realise this until they’re being rehabilitated. they still get prison food, but it is catered to their dietary needs and they both have realisations of oh so THAT’S why i felt so shitty all the time

after getting out of prison tomura starts going by tenko, but he still responds to tomura

touya considers changing his name to something completely new, but eventually decides not to. he does usually dispense with his surname entirely tho

he usually goes by just touya, no last name

if he absolutely has to give a surname (outside of a legal documents where he has to put down todoroki) he usually just picks one from the league. sometimes he’ll put it down as hikiishi touya, sometimes sako touya, etc.

#league of villains #dabi #todoroki touya #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #toga himiko #mister compress #sako atsuhiro #hikiishi keni #magne #spinner #iguchi shuuichi #mha #bnha #my hero academia #my headcanons #kurogiri #shirakumo oboro

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great-cats · 5 months

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I've seen quite a few Compress analysis-es going around, so I suppose it's about time I think about pledging my own. Yay or Nay? (I know the answer is going to be a resounding yes, but I just had to ask it)

#mr compress #atsuhiro sako #sako atsuhiro #mha #bnha #mr. compress #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #because you KNOW i have writings on this man #while I may blank if asked for headcanons...#...I can get lost in the moment and write an essay on his character if motivated enough

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shipping-all-ships · 1 year

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BNHA Actor AU Headcanon

No one knew who Mr. Compress’ actor was until that big reveal. He always was the first on set already dressed and no one ever saw him leaving, plus he was only ever credited as Mr. Compress--Male Actor. People speculated based on his voice and what they could see of his face. The face reveal showed that he was a famous international model and also resulted in everyone having to reshoot because they kept staring at his beautiful face and forgetting their lines.

#bnha #my hero academy #mr compress #atsuhiro sako #actor au #i also like the shigaraki as a model headcanon too #they do a shoot for the cover of a magazine together as a promo and it gets sold out

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yunitoleave · 12 days

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Mr. Compress is a bisexual man and no one is going to tell me otherwise, I love my gay husband 💕💕

#mr. compress #sako atsuhiro #mha #my hero headcanons #my hero academia #headcanon

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herofics · 7 months

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I had a thought? what if Dabi, Shigaraki, Mr. Compress had a S/O who says she “can’t sing” and “has stage fright” but then they secretly catch her singing “hex girls” or “good girl” (by Carrie Underwood) but she can sing really good like ‘Annapantsu’ kind of good.

(I love Annapantsu’s covers of the songs that she sings they’re really good if you’ve never heard of her, you should listen to some of her songs they’re awesome😁)

Sorry this took a while, I kind of forgot about this request. Funny thing though, back when I got this request, I started getting annapantsu recommended to me on youtube on the same day. I didn’t really make this with any specific song, but I hope that’s okay. I didn’t do Shiggy, because reasons

~Mr. Compress/Atsuhiro Sako~

•You’ve always told him you can’t sing, and you pretty much only hum when he’s around if you want to do something like that

•One day though, he managed to come back to your place without you noticing and he heard you singing in the shower

•You’ve got a great voice, so he’s confused as to why you wouldn’t want to sing when he’s around

•He just listens, not making his presence known until you step out of the bathroom

•There’s a few seconds of you just staring at each other, as you stop singing abruptly

•”Why didn’t you tell me you were here?” you asked as you crossed your arms on your chest

•”I heard you singing and wanted to listen. You have a great voice” he just states with a smirk

•You rolled your eyes at him and went to put some clothes on

•He wasn’t really sure if he’d offended you or something, so he followed you to the bedroom

•”I apologize if I offended you, I know you don’t like singing in front of other people” he said as you disappeared into the closet to put on your clothes

•He stayed in the bedroom to give you some privacy, but he noticed you started humming again

•You love to sing, and while you feel you’re not very good at it and you’re too nervous to sing in front of other people, it’s one of your favorite things to do

•Compress isn’t bad at singing himself, so he decides to try something

•He starts singing your favorite song, just to see if you would join him

•You peek your head out of the closet and just sigh with a smile, shaking your head before joining him in song

•Compress is smiling very widely as you sing with him, and so are you

•You actually feel pretty good about it, you notice you’re actually not as nervous about singing in front of him as you thought you would

~Dabi~

•Dabi has a lot of nightmares of various different things, but the common thing is that he usually wakes up from them in a cold sweat

•He doesn’t really like to sleep in an empty bed, so he spends most of his nights with you, at least the ones when he needs to sleep

•He’s noticed you hum a lot, like all the time when you’re doing something

•One time he asks you why you don’t just sing, but you tell him you’re not really any good at it

•Which is like a half-lie, because while you do consider yourself to be okay at singing but your stage fright it so bad you don’t want to sing in front of other people

•But when Dabi’s nightmares start getting worse, you eventually start singing to him to calm him down

•It actually works pretty well, the first time it’s mostly because Dabi is so surprised that you’d sing to him but he eventually comes to enjoy it quite a lot

•You start gaining more confidence and start singing instead of humming when doing different things

•Dabi still thinks you sing the best in the middle of the night and it always calms him down considerably

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #dabi #bnha dabi #mha dabi #mr compress #atsuhiro sako #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #mha fluff #bnha fluff #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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blurbios · 1 year

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Opening Night

cw: cursing, threats

other: dabi is pushy, dialogue heavy

chapter one of a birthday outing

The clock was nearing midnight as the infamous league of villains' members gathered outside of their leader's bedroom door. They silently counted down the seconds, then barged into the room with a loud "Happy Birthday, Boss!". The pale haired boy slowly turned his gaze from his computer screen to the group that had entered his room.

He spoke with a dismissive tone and waved them out. "Thanks. Now get out, I'm almost done with this game." To be honest he didn't even know it was his birthday, he stopped caring at a young age. Sure enough, he checked his phone and saw that it read April 4th, much to his dismay. He let out a small grunt as he tossed his phone down on his desk and went back to his game.

"Once you're done here, make sure to come out." Dabi said before turning around and ushering the others out of the room, making sure to close the door behind him. The individuals sprawled out across the hideout and waited impatiently. Toga sat on a bar stool and swung her feet excitedly as she hummed to herself, Jin, of course, was sat next to her. Shuichi was rambling on and on to Atsuhiro about the new game that he bought for Tomura to play with him. Dabi scrolled through his phone as he swung his feet up on the coffee table, making sure to find the perfect venue for tonight.

"Do you really think he'll go along with it?" Toga tilted her head slightly.

"Don't worry, I'm sure we can convince him." Jin cooed in response.

Tomura was still sitting in his chair, credits rolling by on his screen. He let out a small sigh as he willed himself to stand up. He knew they had something planned and he absolutely dreaded it. He knew that whenever that group of miscreants came to a consensus without him, something bad was bound to happen. He contemplated just sitting back down and booting up another game, but he knew one of them would break down the door if he didn't emerge from his cave soon enough. He dragged his feet as he trudged through the hall to the common area where everyone was waiting.

"About damn time."

Dabi rolled his eyes and took his feet off the table, as he shoved his phone in his pocket. "We're going out."

Tomura shook his head, "And you're bothering me with this, why?"

"Because," He stood straight up. "We are going out." He emphasized the 'we' by waving his hand around the room, gesturing to his companions before it landed on Tomura's shoulder.

"I don't want to. Plus if anyone sees us, it could be an issue, I don't want trouble tonight." He shook out of Dabi's grip.

"Oh come on, Tomura. We'll be good, we promise." Toga made her way over to him.

"I told you, I don't want to." He furrowed his brows, annoyance painted on his face.

"We never get to go out for funsies." She pouted as she tugged at his sleeve.

"Not taking 'no' or 'I don't want to' for valid answers. We're leaving now." Dabi waved over Kurogiri, who he somehow convinced to warp them over near the place.

"Giri, tell them it's a dumb idea." He prayed that he, of all people, would make some sense.

"Actually, Master Tomura, it would be best if you tried to enjoy your time out with your fellow members. Bonding is important for building trust within the team."

Tomura scoffed, "So now you care how I spend my time. This is ridiculous." The black mist swirled around them as Kurogiri warped them to an alley nearby the location where Dabi had told him.

"Please, do try to have some fun and enjoy your birthday." Kurogiri said before departing.

The air was warm and they could already hear the noise of people lined up on the street ahead. They made their way out of the alley and saw the line of patrons outside some nightclub, a bright "Opening Night" sign illuminating the otherwise dim street. There were two different entrances, one labeled vip and one presumably for everybody else. One line with dozens of rowdy groups of young people waiting to have the seemingly night of their lives and an empty side with just a bouncer and a clipboard of the waitlisted vips.

At first they just stood at the end of the line, not long until the impatient leader started complaining. “This line is going to take forever. None of you dumbasses thought about getting a reservation or something."

"I thought you didn't want to even be here." Dabi teased, already enjoying how uncomfortable Tomura was.

"I don't but I'd rather be sitting than standing around with all these people." He started to scratch at his neck, just thinking about being inside with all of them.

"Well, good thing we don't have to wait then." A mischievous grin painted on his face as he stalked toward the vip bouncer, the rest of them followed in line behind him. Tomura can overhear the people in line questioning who they are and what they were doing, it took everything in him not to just dust them all. He defaulted back to scratching his neck to control himself.

The bouncer took one look at them and knew something was off, hand already on his walkie, easy to radio in for help if needed. "Hello sir, can I see your id?"

"Don't have it." Dabi answered nonchalantly.

"Well if you and your friends aren't on the list, then you have to wait in line with the others."

Dabi leaned into the bouncer's face and spoke low. "Listen, it's my friend's birthday and you're gonna let us in."

"Back of the line, sir." The bouncer held his ground. He tried to wave them off, but to no avail.

A blue flash was emitted from Dabi's palm, not enough to draw attention, just enough to singe the edge of the bouncer's suit jacket. "It'd be a real shame if this place burned down on opening. night, don't you think?" Dabi raised a brow.

The bouncer knew that he couldn't take him, let alone with whatever the hell his friends behind him could do, so he defeatedly let them in. He pressed the button on his walkie to let his coworkers know the situation. "Letting unlisted vips in, just cater to them, for the club's safety. Trust me, they're not worth the hassle."

Quickly they were seated at a table and a server came to greet them, "Whatever you need, just let me know, I'll be around." She gave a soft smile, although visible nervous, and walked away to tend to other tables.

"See easy as that, no reservation needed." Dabi's cocky grin returned as he spoke to the group.

"Whatever." Tomura pulled out his phone to play the new mobile game that he had downloaded, Shuichi looked over at him and decided to follow suit.

a/n: heyyyyyy so i this is a week late oopsies! also i was going to post the whole thing at once, but 1) i'm not done with it all yet 2) i feel bad for not posting in a bit 3) i think it’s more digestible in parts instead of like a big long 10k oneshot lol so you can expect more chapters soon! next chapter will actually have you in it btw haha x

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