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sparrowhero · 1 year

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"Shut up and watch me."

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

It’s cold, hot, and painful at the same time. Every single cell in his body, from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, are being changed. Electricity. Chemicals. Aches from augmentation shake him to his very core. Without a doubt, this is the hardest time of Shigaraki’s life. Most people would have broken by now, but not him. He’s got something stronger holding him in place. However, it’s not the bitterness nor is it the hatred that keeps him clinging to life and sanity in the empty darkness of Garaki’s lab.

Instead, it’s the memory of his first night in the newly unified PLF. He was tired and weak after his extended bout with Gigantomachia, not to mention the face off with all of the Meta Liberation Front. When he collapsed into your arms, the first thing he thought was that your warmth felt nice. The first time he was able to wrap his arms around you without fear, without anything. His arms were trembling, his leg was broken, he was covered in blood…but he felt no fear or hesitation.

Outside of the minimal medical care he accepted from Re-Destro, he didn’t allow any of his sent attendants to tend to him. You were all he wanted and needed. Shigaraki remembers the full relaxation of the warm water of the tub as you gently washed his newly snow white hair, how you carefully tipped his head back so none of the water would get in his eyes. The way the blood, sweat, and dirt flowed down the drain along with his tension. Every so often he would catch your hand with his and trace along your knuckles and palm wordlessly, ignoring your chiding about not getting the bandages on his fingers wet. Shigaraki couldn’t remember a time where he felt so safe as he did when you towel-dried his hair and helped him into fresh pajamas. When he finally settled down, he pulled you into the bed with him. It must have surprised you how much strength such a skinny, fatigued young man still had in him– the look on your face was priceless. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed his face into your neck, and just…breathed. You smelled of the same soap, so why did it smell so much better on you, he wondered. Limbs tangled together underneath brand-new linens on a large bed, the sound of your breathing and his lifting up and down. Despite his fatigue, it took him longer to fall asleep than you did.

This is where he returns during the times when either the pain gets to be too much, or perhaps when Garaki decides it’s time to let him rest. He just wanted to watch you a little bit longer, to stroke your face and ears with his hands and see you wrinkle your nose in your sleep from the disturbances. He couldn’t remember when he fell asleep, just that he was awoken by bright sunlight kissing his face and the weight of your figure against his. No more hesitation, no more holding back--

“Tomura Shigaraki…” A familiar, cloyingly sweet voice interferes with his memory. The voice of his teacher, his mentor, and the only father figure he’s ever known: All For One. “What are you doing?”

He’s never liked being interrupted, and even his teacher is no exception to this fact. Shigaraki narrows his eyes and attempts to silence the voice in his head, wanting to nestle into the memory of you once again. However, this voice has other plans.

“I asked you a question. What are you doing, Tomura Shigaraki?” There’s an air of paternal dissatisfaction in his tone.

“I’m busy, Sensei.” He snips back in his head. He’s not sure whether this phantom is of his memories, a side-effect of all the experimentation being done on him, or if this is his teacher’s true voice, but it doesn’t matter. He’s in the way.

“Have you forgotten your true purpose, Tomura?” All For One questions, and Shigaraki knows intuitively that he’s referring to you. “Are you giving up on all that we have worked for?”

“I haven’t given up on anything.” His arms, even in this mix of a dream and memory, tighten around you. He hasn’t given up on a single thing. As a matter of a fact, he feels as though he’s gained more things than he’d previously thought.

“Such attachments do not suit you, my boy.” All For One chides him in the same way he used to when he was a child: speaking to him in a soft voice with just the hint of a smile in it, laughing at his supposed ignorance. “If it is companionship you wish for, you’ll have more than you ever dream, all at your beck and call. Do you truly need this one?”

He can almost feel his teacher’s grip on his shoulder, as if to pull him away from you. “You don’t need this. This emotion is fleeting, worthless in the grand scheme of things.” The other hand moves towards his, positioning his other hand over your sleeping face. “Get rid of it.” Get rid of them.

“You’re wrong, Sensei.”

Shigaraki grabs the ghost of a hand, a little surprised he’s able to, but keeps a firm, threatening grip. Instead of disintegrating you, even the memory of you, he turns his attention back on All For One. “This is one thing I won’t let anyone touch…not even you.” The ghost hand disintegrates with his touch, dissolving into nothing. Shigaraki gives a long, hard stare out of the corner of his red eyes as his teacher’s disembodied voice echoes behind him…still present, but much farther away.

“This isn’t over.” All For One’s voice is the same as ever, lilting and coy. “You’ll see that I’m correct soon enough.” His last whisper finally fades into nothing.

Shigaraki settles back into his memories, his warm place of comfort and belonging.

You’re wrong, Sensei. He thinks, and commits to memory a phrase he will say again and again. I do not want to be you, I want to be greater than you. I’ll have everything I want… Shigaraki strokes the back of your cheek with his hand. He’ll prove that he can: he can have you, his comrades, and the society he’s dreamed of. Tomura Shigaraki will destroy what he wants to destroy, anything that stands in his way…

Even you, Sensei…

Tomura Shigaraki closes his eyes, even in his current state, and slowly falls into unconsciousness.

So shut up and watch me.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #gender neutral reader #bnha s6 spoilers #this ended up being more focused on tomura so there wasn't much i could do on reader's side #but spiritually? this is the successor to stress relief

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struggling-author · 1 year

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TW: mainly for mention of domestic abuse

also Spoiler warning for the newest MHA episode

I just love how complex the Todoroki family is. Enji stopped training Touya because he cared about him and didn’t want to see him hurt, but he completely failed to show him that he actually cared and instead just made him feel like a broken toy that’s been replaced. Touya specifically says Enji lit the fire under him to wanna become a hero, which he is now trying to stop, but at the same time he learns nothing from this and does the same with Shoto.

Touya seems to react especially harshly to women because he thinks they cannot relate to his feelings about wanting to be a hero. Indeed Rei and Fuyumi both don’t have such ambitions, but neither does Natsuo which suprises Touya but his reaction is more shock than anger. I wonder if this is just him projecting from seeing his parents, believing that men are ambitious and women are not, or if it is more of a cultural bias/sexism, though I am leaning towards the first because he doesn’t seem to socialize much with people outside his family.

It is also interesting how despite having similar upbringings, Shoto and Touya seem to develop in opposite directions. Touya is very angry towards his mother but does hold admiration for his dad and wants his approval, and wants to train to become a hero. He interacts with his siblings but doesn’t seem to care much for it. Shoto doesn’t show much interest in training amd would rather play with his siblings, develops a much more protective feeling about his mother (which continues even after she burns him) and wants to reject his dad entirely.

I would guess this comes from the way in which they were first trained. When Touya was born Enji was not that desperate yet and actually seemed to train him with praise and affection, showing him love to an extent, which lead to Touya associating very positive feelings with training and being a hero, only turning cruel once he feared that it would be taken away. With Shoto on the other hand Enji was getting desperate, he kept him separated from the others (partially to protect shoto, but I think here it was more to protect his perfect hero than out of actual care) and forced him to train. He was seemingly always angry and expectations were high so nothing Shoto did was ever good enough, leading him to associate very negative feelings with both training and his father. When he then saw his mother suffer under him too he felt the need to protect her.

I wanna write something about Rei too but I find it difficult to place her right now - the two strongest symbolisms for her in the episode are definitely the eyes and the flowers - the flowers could mean that at some point there was something like actual love between her and Enji, but tbh I find that unlikely from what we‘ve seen. I tink it‘s more that she tried to find it in herself to love their family and make it work (like she said try to keep smiling despite circumstances). also it seems the eyes she saw on shoto reminded her not just of endeavor but of touya too, so was she - in her delirious state when she burned him - somehow trying to stop shoto from turning out like touya too? in general how did her mental state develop? it’s my interpretation that when we saw Enji hit her in the episode it was the first time he got physically violent this way, and while I don’t think it happened very often, I also don’t think it was the last time - and I assume it was a breaking point for both of them (his “angry face“ or as Rei calls it “his eyes“ keep getting worse and worse as the episode goes along and I think in this scene it’s at its worst so it would make sense that we are seeing the first time this face ever appeared, the first time it has gotten this bad, so that’s why I think it’s the first physical abuse)

(also random side note but I found it weird how quirk marriages were presented as something very bad but arranged marriages were apparently fine, and I‘m very sure this is a cultural thing but still - the irony when it’s basically the same thing)

Fuyumi and Natsuo get the least attention in this episode so there is little to comment on them. I am curious how Natsuo turned to be so resentful of his father while Fuyumi didn’t. We both see them in roughly the same positions, watching as Touya attacks Shoto, hiding from Enji as he beats Rei, playing with Touya. The only difference is how Touya interacts with them individually but I doubt this will be the deciding factor in their personalities so I will leave this up to ”we‘ll hopefully find out later“. Perhaps it is due to Fuyumi being born earlier, so she still remembers a time when Enji was not so cruel to them and thinks they can go “back“ to being a happy family, while I think Natsuo said at some point that Enji was like a stranger to him so it makes sense he wouldn’t care to get something back that he never had.

As Rei calls out, Enji has a tendency to run from his parental duties. He says about raising Touya that he could only show him the world of a hero, so when he decides Touya cannot be one, he basically stops trying to raise him and pushes it onto Rei (The same may be true for his other children but it’s unclear). I would guess here that he has started to realize the impact he has had on Touya turning out the way he had so far, but he doesn’t trust himself to do better and basically feels unfit to be an actual parent, so he thinks the best way is to remove himself enitrely. He confirms this again in the hospital in the present, saying the reason he didn’t go to see Touya show him his new move is because he wouldn’t have known what to say, so he did nothing. This leads me to think, in a situation where Enji is truly challenged (or at least emotionally) his fear reaction is neither fight nor flight, it is actually freeze (ironic tbh). We see this trend continue in recent episodes, when Natsuo is in danger he freezes, when Dabi reveals himself he freezes, both times other people need to step in to do his job, and luckily they could. In the past when he expected Rei to step in and do his job, she couldn’t (and partially because Touya had already been molded to resent her). Enji felt trapped by his own feelings of inadequacy and Rei‘s powerlessness so he let his anger out on her.

Short version: In parenting, Enji knows how to light the fire of ambition under his children but he can’t put it out and expects Rei to step in and do it, but she can’t. Just wanted to point this out again to put it in relation to their quirks, because I fully think it was intended that the fire quirk person is the one who lights the fire and the ice quirk person is expected to put it out - and how this doesn’t work is also reflected in the name of the episode ”the wrong way to put out a fire“

Anyway this post was not meant to follow any real structure (and it didn’t) but now it developed to where I wanna put some sort of conclusion. Drawing again from the title of the episode, it is implied that there was a right way to put out the fire, but that the wrong one was chosen. The wrong way was Enji running from his mistakes and pushing them onto Rei when it was already out of her control, the right way would be him finally breaking out of his frozen fear state and accepting the responsibility of being an actual father. So as nice of a gesture it is that everyone gathered around his bed to tell him they‘ll help, ultimately the job has to be his. That being said I have no idea how this story will end. I‘m not one to call anybody irredeemable, but I do not see how Touya could have anything close to a realistic redemption arc with the state of mind he is in, however it doesn’t seem right to just kill or lock him up forever either. It’s in your hands Hori.

#enji todoroki #shoto todoroki #shouto todoroki #fuyumi todoroki #natsuo todoroki #touya todoroki #toya todoroki #dabi #endeavor #rei todoroki #todoroki family #bnha #mha #boku no hero acedamia #my hero academia #mha spoilers #bnha spoilers #mha s6 spoilers #bnha s6 spoilers

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saltytearsofjoy · 1 year

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g girl help

#BNHA s6 #bnha s6 spoilers

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tootysweetcheeks · 9 months

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“EriDeku is a much more acceptable ship than BakuDeku”

Hate BakuDeku? sure, think it’s a toxic ship? Sure and think that it’s a unacceptable ship? Cool go ahead, but don’t come out with the absurd take that a p*dophilloic ship is more acceptable! It’s actually not, and in fact it’s even more unacceptable than BakuDeku!

I don’t get why they chose Eri to say this shit, as if there aren’t plenty of other girls Izuku has interacted with and of age like *cough* Melissa *cough* Shield *cough*! Also the whole “It’s not p*dophilia because Deku is still underage” agenda is so ridiculous, it’s still p*dophillia! Izuku is still underage yes, he is a 16yr old teenager. Eri is a child, a 6yr old child. There is so much difference between them(not only age) that makes it a factor to why they can’t be a couple, such as emotional, mental and physical abilities. The power dynamics and I could voice more, but you get the point - relationship between a child and a teen isn’t acceptable or A okay! Izuku is also 3 steps(years) away from becoming an adult, when he turns 18 Eri will still be a kid and shit when he becomes 20 she would have only just gone into double digits(10yrs old)…still quite literally a kid!

At this point, BakuDeku would be a much more acceptable ship than that, or hell Izuku not ending up in a relationship all together is 1000% percent more acceptable than that! You really do have to be all types of weird, if you think that a child X teen(which would soon be child X adult) relationship is much better than a ship between those two! I’m 95% sure they said it to troll or to be edgy but still I had to rant, and I do have to say that why not just say you hate that ship and be done with it!

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dallina17 · 1 year

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"Shigaraki, you killed so many"

"You hurt everyone"

"There's no way I can forgive you"

"I can't forgive you"

"But back then when you were swallowed up by All for One"

"Back then, you looked...

"...like you were asking to be rescued"

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha s6 #bnha season 6 #bnha s6 spoilers #shigaraki tomura #izuku midoriya #my two precious angels #redemption #please izuku rescue him #you don't have to forgive him just RESCUE HIM :ccc

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deadboyswalking · 1 year

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They SNATCHED his waist for the anime

#babygirl ❤#bnha dabi #todoroki touya #bnha s6 spoilers

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lylylylyy · 1 year

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The scene of Touya shouting Flashfire Fist is just perfect...

Looking forward to his prominence burn in the future!

#bnha season 6 #dabi #bnha s6 spoilers #todoroki touya #bnha s6

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kiritouyadeku96 · 1 year

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I swear the anime really missed out on showing danger sense in this episode 😩 when the civilians were rioting and shouting at the prospect of Izuku staying, they were so hostile that it triggered Danger sense in the manga! We can still see the hostility in this episode, but I don’t know I was kind of bummed that they didn’t add that detail!

#bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha season 6 #mha season 6 #bnha s6 #mha s6 #bnha s6 spoilers #mha s6 spoilers

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helga-grinduil · 2 years

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how watching s6 will go for manga readers & villain stans:

+ bonus (alternative version):

#bnha #bnha spoilers #bnha s6 #bnha s6 spoilers #dabi #todoroki touya #midoriya izuku #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko

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stodareegg · 1 year

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One might say that Mr Compress half-assed his reveal

#*sad trombone noise*#bnha s6 spoilers #bnha s6 #bnha ep 126 #mr compress #atsuhiro sako #stodareegg speaks

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decarbry · 1 year

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#boku no hero academia fanart #erasermic #shouta aizawa #hizashi yamada #eraser head #bnha s6 spoilers #bnha spoilers

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sparrowhero · 1 year

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A Dabi fic centered on characterization (with background Dabi x Reader) Canon Divergent Dabi. Heavy spoilers for this season and mentions of abuse (not perpetuated or done by Dabi) under the cut, so beware!

“What’s Dabi-kun doing?” Toga asks, lightly kicking her feet under the table at the bar. Once in a great while, like clockwork, Kurogiri opens a portal for him and he strides through in his nondescript hoodie without looking back. Kurogiri never answers, as it’s none of his business, and even he isn’t aware of the significance of Dabi’s occasional visit. Shigaraki doesn’t care whatever he does, so long as he gets results. Twice merely shrugs at the bar in front of an untouched beer that he ordered two hours ago.

“Who knows!” A pause. “Who cares!” It seems as though Dabi’s wall of secrecy has no cracks. Toga hums under her breath thoughtfully, but she knows better than to attempt to tag along– or at least, ask Kurogiri to send them to the same place. Knowing Dabi, he probably asks to be sent somewhere a good distance away from his destination and would do his damnedest to lose them even if they did try to tail him. She casts her eyes at you, fiddling with the jukebox that barely plays. You’re new to the League, but her intuition tells her that there’s something going on between you and Dabi.

“--Do you know anything?” Toga calls out your name in a friendly, lilting tone, both hands framing her face as she leans on the surface in your direction. You make an ‘I don’t know’ sound, something more like a grunt, as you smack the jukebox lightly. As much time as you’ve spent together in the short span of your admittance, it’s not as if Dabi is an open book…at least, to you. At least, not yet.

There’s one person out there who is, and it’s this person Dabi has snuck away to meet. He knows the way there by heart. Several ways, if one is to be honest, but this is the way he favors the most. It’s not a great distance to the hospital, and a benefit of money is that it’s secluded. Well-protected, yes, but due to a certain patron, the place where Dabi intends to sneak into has far fewer cameras. He has to time it correctly, waiting a few hours until it’s well into the early morning hours, but it’s no ordeal to duck underneath the sight of a few lax security guards in order to hop a fence into the psychiatric ward. The lush grass gives under his boots with the quiet crinkling of dew. Sunrise is still a couple of hours away, but he’ll be finished with his business by then. Dabi utilizes the carefully measured steps of a cat to creep underneath the window with a single, blue flower at the sil.

He peers in carefully, and to his relief– it’s always relief– when he spies his mother sleeping peacefully on her cot. Time has added wrinkles he doesn’t remember to the corners of her eyes and mouth, but the silvery hair splayed on the pillow undoubtedly belongs to her. His lips quirk up in just the slightest smile as weak and flickering as a flame in the wind that disappears just as fast when he remembers the circumstances that brought her to this. Dabi leans against the wall and slides to his seat. One arm slung over his bent knee, the other used to keep himself seated comfortably on the wet grass.

Dabi doesn’t usually talk to her. It’s usually enough to see her alive and (somewhat) well. She looks better than usual, for some reason. There’s more color to her cheeks, even if it’s only what’s barely visible from the moonlight. Every so often, on a night like tonight, he decides to speak to her through her sleep in a soft voice just barely above a whisper. His ears are keen, he knows when the orderlies are coming and when to keep quiet.

“You look good, Mom.” He starts off conversationally. “Not sure why…but it’s a nice change.” It’s a little strange, shifting from ‘Dabi’ to ‘Touya.’ He’s not quite sure which one he is now, what with everything he’s gone through. He identifies more with ‘Dabi’, but he can see the aspects of ‘Touya’ that remain in him. Is he both? It’s a question that will dance in his head for some time to come. It took him years to forgive her, and even more to decide to visit her.

He was only thirteen when ‘Touya’ died and ‘Dabi’ was born. There are times when he’s angry at her, when he hates her for what she was too weak to protect him from…but he’s realized that it’s futile to blame her for what hero society allows to be swept under the rug. Where could she have gone, with that bastard’s money and influence? Even if Hell froze over and he allowed such a stain on his reputation, the HPSC would never permit the besmirching of the number two hero. She’d have been slandered to hell and back, with him being praised as the epitome of a hero and father figure, and they would have been stuck with him either way.

It’s not like if she spoke up for Touya that it would make him see his true potential, make him care about anything other than himself. He hates to admit it, but she was an easy target to push blame onto. Easier than a man so much bigger and stronger and angrier, who represented a rot that ran rampant.

He tells her a vague description of what he’s been up to. It doesn’t matter if it’s the truth or not when the person in question is asleep. It’s mostly the truth, anyway. That he’s doing well. That he’s (sort of) made some new friends. That things are going to change soon for the better.

“Shouto’s gotten bigger.” Dabi remarks absently. He wonders what the other siblings are doing, but they don’t have the kind of media attention that Endeavor’s golden child has. “He looks a lot like me.”

The phrase has two meanings, each complicatedly intertwined. He doesn’t know the reason behind his scar, though he can hazard a few guesses that it has something to do with why Rei has been effectively hidden from the world, and why Shouto has that same deep, piercing air of coldness that can’t be hidden even by the camera. He can’t truly say that he loves him, since he’s never gotten to know him and what little he remembers is tainted by hostility and envy.. It’s a complicated emotion. He does, however, regret trying to kill him, he really does. It’s not something that can ever be made up for; he simply realized too late that he was never the enemy. Maybe now it will be Shouto’s turn to realize that they’ve always shared the same enemy?

It’s worth a shot. Shigaraki wants to try and recruit that angry kid from the sports festival. It shouldn’t be a great amount of trouble to do the same for him. Two brothers, the reject and the heir, standing together against him…It’d be quite the sight. Dabi wants to take everything from him: his misguided hopes of raising a proxy to defeat All Might, his image as a hero, and the very position he’s sacrificed everything for. Himself, his siblings, and his mother included.

He checks his watch. It’s just about the time he agreed to have Kurogiri warp him back.

“Bye, Mom. See you soon.” He promises, and disappears into the night just as the watch at front switches.

You’re hunched over the bar asleep by the time he gets back. Were you waiting for him? That’s cute. Dabi pulls down the high collar of his jacket enough to whisper in your ear.

“Boo.”

You jolt up and nearly smack him out of reflex, but he evades it with ease. It’s not like you were actually trying to hurt him anyways, since you recognize him almost immediately after your fist flies out..

“You scared the shit out of me!” You accuse breathlessly, one hand over your heart.

“Don’t get caught lacking.” Dabi airily replies, absolving himself from any blame. He pulls out one of the stools of the bar and sits next to you. He leans his chin on his hand, staring at you curiously. “Miss me that much?” He teases.

“I wasn’t particularly waiting for you.” You reply evasively, and he raises a skeptical eyebrow. “…I was maybe a little curious as to what you were up to.” You finally answer, looking away.

He laughs. “Business.” A short and vague answer as always. “I’m a little curious as well.” Dabi grabs you by your head and turns you around to face him. It’s not a rough action, even if it is a little bit rude, and you could shove his hand away if you didn’t like it. You never do.

“What do you do if someone ruins your life? And the lives of people you love? And just walks away scott-free?” He asks conversationally. Dabi doesn’t know what you’re going to answer: maybe you’re going to say some pansy shit about learning to forgive or that karma will get them eventually. He doesn’t know you well enough to know your belief system or what’s brought you to the league.

You hesitate, and the look in your eyes makes it evident that you think this is some sort of trick question. He isn’t going to let you go without an answer, and eventually, you shrug.

“…Fuck ‘em up?? Obviously??”

Dabi blinks at your unexpected simple honesty, and then he laughs– it’s more of a barking sound than anything, and he leans in so close your foreheads touch. His eyes lock with yours, fiery with a burning intensity.

“You know what? I knew I liked you for a reason.” He finally releases you, and pats your cheek twice, ignoring how the statement probably sets your heart beating about a mile a minute. “I’m going to sleep…unless you want to check in on me for that too?” Dabi asks mockingly from the entrance to the upstairs.

The exasperation on your expression earns you another laugh. Dabi walks into the only other spare bedroom in the building and thinks to himself that next time, maybe he’ll talk a little bit about you.

You’re a lot of fun.

–

Rei is smiling during Shouto’s weekly visit. She’s happy and alert, and has been clearly anticipating his arrival. The young man notices her bright demeanor immediately as he takes his seat across from her. “You look happy.” He notes in surprise as well as satisfaction. During the short time he’s been making visits, he’s learned that some days are better than others, but today is a pleasant surprise. She looks a little bit more like the mother he had all those years ago. She gratefully accepts the flowers he’s brought her and some of the food Fuyumi made for them to share during their visit.

Rei nods affirmatively, hands folded together across her lap. She has a motherly, fond smile on her face– and tears bud at the corners of her gray eyes. Her eyes are far away as she gazes out the window, recalling the soft tones that were both familiar and unfamiliar all at the same time.

“I just had the most wonderful dream this morning.”

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #dabi x reader #bnha spoilers #bnha s6 spoilers #dabi fic

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