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pa-panda-heroes · 3 years

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blue hour.

demon!au!dabi x reader nsfw; find the sequel here

Inspired (sorta) by this post. This was initially a 400 followers celebration fic but took so long I got to 500, plus it’s Halloween!! 🎃🎃🎃

i listened to Mothica’s song Blue Hour while i wrote this and honestly fell in love with it. hence the name! please go give her a listen!

Minors, go away. This content is not for you.

Warnings: brief description of kidnapping, tiny mentions of religion (nonspecified tho!) and human sacrifice, injury + blood mention, foul language, brief cremation, Dabi being horny (hehe), Dabi absolutely 100% not using magic on you nope, thigh fucking, orgasm denial, biting, dirty talk, degradation?, spanking, overstimulation, dumbification if you squint?

Words: 14k+

Summary: Kidnapped and held as an offering to an ominous demon, you thought your death was near. Soon enough you find your captor dead and the demon you were offered to becomes your savior. Dabi clearly has plans for you, but what are they? Or was everything just a dream?

Your heartbeat thrummed within your ears, sweat sweltering and becoming a thick layer on your skin all over, making the fabric of your clothes cling to it ever-so-uncomfortably. It felt like you were being smothered from head to toe in fabric. The cooled blood that began just above your temple and trickled all the way down your face and neck had dried by now, acting as a crusty reminder of the reason behind the throbbing in your head. Trees swayed in the chilly winds that passed, making the cool air even colder - yet here you were, sweating like there was no tomorrow. You were bound by the wrists and ankles to a musty wooden pole in a forest you’d never seen before, the sky dark yet bright for the blue moon. The stars looked so free, so beautiful, so serene tonight. Yet you didn’t feel it.

Your breathing was quick, panicked, and hurried to the extent that you’d take in more oxygen by breathing less. Your poor, puffy lip was numb from having been chewed on so much, to the point where you couldn’t remember whether you were a chronic lip biter or not; but you sure were, now. That is, until he gagged you by tying an old handkerchief around your face. You struggled against your scratchy, dry restraints so much, they began to dig into your skin and bleed, sending a trail of blood down your arms and a jolt of burning, throbbing, stinging pain through your nerves.

You were far from alone.

The only other human body you knew of was the one who put you in the position you currently find yourself in after a night of dancing, booze, and sweat. The inebriation from the alcohol made you an easy target, you guessed. God damn it all.

The night began with your celebrating a friend’s birthday at a club, drinking, dancing, and making merry. You had regretted agreeing to go at first after having a long, agonizingly tiring day at work, which gave you the burning desire to wrap up after a bath and lay in bed until the next day when you’d have to get up again. But as the night progressed, you were glad you tagged along; after all, it was an unexpectedly nice release after a bad day.

Now you were regretting it again.

If only you hadn’t gone to the club.

If only hadn’t agreed even if begrudgingly to go.

If only you hadn’t left your apartment.

You made the mistake of trying to find a bathroom on your own and ended up in an alleyway. The last thing you saw was a filthy dumpster before it all went black, and upon waking you found yourself bound in this horrifying forest.

Around you was a circular dirt clearing bordered with a solid line and filled with various marks made upon it, ones that you’d never seen before. They looked to be of a lost, long-dead language - the language your masked captor was evidently speaking as he sat on his knees with his hands in the air before a makeshift altar of a sort. There was some distance between him and the altar, probably about two meters, that being the same distance he sat from you as you watched in horror.

He was going to kill you, but not before torturing you - or other things. For some hideous purposes that looked a lot to do with a demon or something. All because you were a virgin that just so happened to cross his path.

You tried making noises, tried screaming, but it made no difference. He wouldn’t stop his hideous chanting and no one could hear you anyway. The thick forest swallowed your every scream and the gag held back your every cry. More tears run down your cheeks at your predicament, your struggling against your binds only digging into and stinging your skin as piping hot blood continued to trail down your tender wrists and ankles. It felt like frostbite was setting in. Was it actually, or was it your nerves?

A pillar of black smoke began to rise from the ground in front of your masked captor, who then bowed with his forehead to the ground. Your own heart was beating in your ears so quickly you thought it would explode any minute. If only it would - you wouldn’t have to endure this any longer.

“What... the hell do you want?” you hear a voice boom, distorted in such a way that made it sound like it echoed a thousand times. “Filthy human.”

“Your favor, my lord. I offer you this virgin.”

You try screaming again, your throat beginning to feel scratchy and dry. It almost felt like it was bleeding. Could it be bleeding? Your mind was almost a haze, now.

You can see a form emerge from the ground where the black smoke stands, and you’re stunned and scared into total silence as you see the silhouette of two large wings and a pointed tail. Other than that, the silhouette appears mostly human. But it’s not.

“My favor, eh?” you hear the voice again. The silhouette swings his arm and with it vanishes the smoke, and the reality that this... thing isn’t human finally settles in your heart. His hair is black and spiky, there are pieces of what look to be burnt flesh under his minty eyes and the lower half of his face, bound to the unblemished skin by silvery staples that seemed to spit steam. Three dotted piercings adorned his nose, and plenty more his ears. His wings reminded you of a bird’s with feathers and all, and they were a flat charcoal in colour, albeit they seemed a little worse for wear and severely burnt. The demon’s horns poked out from each side of his forehead and curled around like that of a ram’s. He wore a dark, simple cloak.

You almost wondered if he had goat hooves for feet.

He looks down on the human who summoned him, literally and figuratively, it seemed. His eyes narrow viciously at the man, before jolting to you - and you, honest to all that exists, feel what you can only think of as a bolt of lightning course through every nerve - no, cell - of your body before it feels like your heart stops beating. You can feel the blood coursing in your veins, and it’s ice-cold, all of this forcing you to tense every muscle you’re able. He looks away and you’re instantly back to normal, slouching in your restraints.

“Is this asshole bothering you, little one?” the voice of what’s clearly a demon rings.

“I-I beg your pardon, m’lord Dabi?”

“Shut your trap, moron.” Clusters of the brightest, bluest flames you’d ever seen erupt above each of the demon’s eyes and he leans downward to grab the man by his neck, before easily lifting him in the air as the human choked. “Y’know, back in the day, sacrifices in some cultures were an honor. It was seen as a gift, a way to serve ancient - nonexistent, mind you - gods. People vied to become a sacrificial lamb. I’m ancient, too, you know that.”

The human man stammers and stutters, trying to say something coherent but failing out of fear.

Dabi lets the man rest his feet on the ground as he jerks your captor to look at you, and you want to just shrink into yourself. “What the fuck is that, huh? Do you see the fear in her eyes? The bruises covering her body? The blood seeping down her arms as she fights against that rope? Does that look like a willing sacrifice to you? Call me old-fashioned, but I don’t think she is willing at all.”

You blink. What? How? Why?

“You piss me off.”

Dabi throws the masked man to the ground away from him, then raising his palm into the air and summoning flames to filter out of the ground. They swallow him hole, and whilst he’s screaming in agony and burning alive, the demon turns on his heel and saunters your way. “Well, this is quite a mess, eh, dear?” His eyebrows are pointed upward, almost as if the gentle tone behind his words is sincere, yet almost as if there is deviance behind them.

You can’t help but gulp at the look in his eyes. Smile and arch his brows as he might, he was still clearly a demon unfitting of your trust. Right? He was going to hurt you. Surely.

His hands reach up for your face and you shut your eyes tight and turn away.

Much to your surprise, fingers work away at the handkerchief splitting open your poor, stretched, and saliva-coated lips, and you nearly gasp at the relief of pressure on them, the ache in your cheeks quite apparent and downright agonizing. Not only that, but the corners of your mouth were rubbed raw, and you weren’t sure if there was saliva mixing with more saliva, or blood mixing with saliva at the site. Dabi drags a finger from the corner of your mouth up to your cheek to wipe away the tears staining your skin, and you have no strength to fight the shiver that runs up your spine as your eyes fall half-lidded.

“Fuck me, you’re lookin’ a bit worse for wear, little one,” you hear him coo. “Easy, babe. You’re alright. That ugly, scary man’s all gone.” He seems to chuckle at the irony, before a toothy smirk splits his lips. His teeth are sharp, certainly enough to puncture skin without much effort, and you shiver again.

You’re quickly relieved of your bounds, but with the little strength you have left, you’re not able to stand on your own and collapse into his chest, spent and sore. He’s warm. It’s... nice. Fuzzy. Cloudy. Soft. Where are you, again? What’s going on? Why is everything spinning?

Everything fades to black.

:·•·:

You groan and turn over in your bed, pulling the fluffy covers up closer to your head as your body ached. You were warm and settled in, nothing could make you leave the comforts of your bed, yet you knew you needed to. To explain the achy joints, you tried reminiscing the night before. You remembered that night. Parts of it, anyway. When you tried to remember the feeling of being bound or the blood trickling down your wrists, nothing came up. When you tried remembering the chanting of your captor - nothing. It seemed that any parts which could be deemed... unsavory were gone from your memory. You brought your wrists up and felt around them and-

Also gone were any wounds.

It was odd. You could remember it all happening, but at the same time, you couldn’t. Must’ve been some whacked out dream induced by the alcohol.

You had no want to, but you sat up in bed and reached over to your nightstand to switch he clock around so you could see it. It read about half an hour after midday, and you sighed. How long were you asleep? You picked up your phone from the nightstand and switched it on, your heart leaping into your throat at the amount of notifications. Texts, emails, calls, there were dozens upon dozens of them.

“How long was I asleep?!” you shriek.

“Enough to nearly get evicted.”

Your head jolts up so quickly you hear your neck crack, and you see the demon leaning against the wall in front of your bed. You can’t help but gasp and scoot away, your back banging against the headboard of your bed. It wasn’t a dream.

He waves his hand lazily. “But don’t worry, I got it covered. Congrats, you have free rent for life, now.” His wings, horns, and tail are all gone, and he almost looks human, save for the staples and scars. You guess he can’t change his appearance much. Perhaps he doesn’t want to.

The teeth showing off from his smirk look just as sharp as before, however.

Your eyes are drawn to the huggies piercing the cartilage of his ears. They’re as shiny and plentiful as you remember. Your heart rate spikes, and you begin to breathe heavily.

“That soreness is probably from you bein’ out so long, sweets,” he comments, arms crossed in front of his chest, his right ankle also crossed over his left. His voice is smooth and a clear attempt at comforting you - yet there’s something behind it.

“Th-thank you. For saving me, and... the rent... I guess.” You hoped he would leave if you thanked him. Why else would he stick around?

He only shrugs, though. “Sorry, little one, but you’re not special. That sacrifice wasn’t done right in the first place.”

‘Ouch!’

Ah, you remembered that, now. But you couldn’t remember his name.

“What’s your name?” you ask hesitantly. He’s obviously not going to kill you by now. Why would he stick around?

“Dabi.”

“That’s it?” You tilt your head. You were surprised at how... nonchalant you were beginning to feel about this. The longer he stood there, the more it felt normal.

“That’s it, dollface.”

:·•·:

He ended up not having goat hooves for feet.

You knew there was a catch to being saved by that demonic bastard.

Aside from the fact that he wouldn’t leave you alone, keeping a demon cooped up in your apartment wasn’t easy. It especially wasn’t easy when said demon was constantly on your heels, pressed right up against your back. Personal space was not in his vocabulary. Dabi was constantly up to something, and he loved to harass or scare your neighbors with his devilish form; it was just too easy. “What else have I got to do while you’re gone all day?” he’d say. “Gotta entertain myself, somehow, doll.”

Apparently, it had been a long time since someone had summoned him at all, let alone with an offering of some kind. He hadn’t seen the mortal realm in hundreds of years, and because you were offered to him, he decided to stick around you. You only agreed to it as long as he never left your apartment.

Well, technically. He wasn’t actually giving you a choice, he was going to stick around anyway. Dabi so loved giving innocent mortals the impression that they were in control when they never truly were. The demon practically got off on the idea of giving a helpless little thing like you a false sense of security.

Having him essentially stuck to your hip, you couldn’t let him cause any trouble with the human world, be it harmless pranks or downright murder; hence why you left a line of salt in front of every opening to your place one day, to keep him home. He was a curious demon, a sketchy one.

And a bit of a horny one, at that.

If the groping or peeking in on your showers wasn’t enough of a clue, the fact that he did everything else in his power to seduce you certainly was.

Demons don’t sleep. They’re immortal, they don’t need to. Yet, as you lay snuggled up in your bed at night, he always snuck in with you to poke and prod at you, the exchange usually ending with you kicking him out of bed - sometimes literally. Other times, he’d randomly lean into your ear and say the filthiest things you’d ever heard - and then some, obviously - to get a rise out of you, giving him the opportunity to tease you about unconsciously clenching your thighs, whether it was for friction or out of denial.

You were starting to think he was a damn incubus.

But no, he denied that. He looked almost insulted when you made the insinuation before explaining that incubi and succubi are one and the same, changing back and forth between male and female. First as a succubus, the demon collects... “seed,” and then transforms into an incubus to “plant” it. He could change his physical appearance if he so wished, but he never had much want or need to, save for hiding away or using his devilish form; nor could he procreate, he was so proud to tell you.

It seemed the fact that you were a virgin only spurred him on to seduce you. With Dabi being the vile and damned being that he is, you thought he wouldn’t give a damn (ha) if you consented or not at first. The thought was honestly horrifying. Yet not once had he forced you or went too far. It was “poor taste,” he once said, there being no fun in it. You wondered if his rule of consenting sacrifices played a part in his discipline.

And of course, Dabi would go on about how badly he, a demon, an unsavory being to say the least, wanted to be the one to take your virginity and “defile” you, “the pure, innocent treat that you are.”

Defile? Really?

And treat?

‘Pick better wording next time you sex-starved, pointy-tail-having, staple-wearing, horned son of a bitch,’ you thought sarcastically, shoving dishes into their proper places after having dried them. He’d left you alone for most of the day, talking to you and treating you like he was a normal human being. ‘Then, maybe I’d consider letting you get your dick wet.’

Would you, though?

Nah...

Right.

One of the plates was a little wet still, and managed to slip out of your hand and shatter on the counter in front of you. You yelped when a shard cut into your palm after you’d instinctively reached to catch the plate, failing miserably. “Dammit,” you mutter, holding your left hand up to inspect the cut. From the looks of it, no stitches were needed, but it still stung like hell.

You should’ve known better than to think he cooled his jets for the day, because in an instant he’s standing next to your left side and reaching for your wrist.

“It’s fine, just a tiny cut,” you mutter, quirking a brow as he seemingly glares at the wound. “I think I’ve got a first-aid kit somewhere... Have to keep it clean, at least.”

“Nah, don’t need it,” he mutters, before pulling your hand toward his mouth. His tongue slithers out from between his lips and drags along the cut in your palm, the wet appendage searing against your skin.

A shiver runs down your spine at the sensation, and yet another soars when you see the hungry, predatory look in his eyes, which are fixed on your wound. You can’t help the gulp that sounds from your tight throat, or the yelp that fights out of your lips when his whole mouth latches onto the fatty part of your thumb where the cut is. Your knees begin to feel weak and your eyes fall half-lidded.

Dabi sucks on the flesh there, licking the wound occasionally as well. His eyes then flicker to yours, and they burn into you like no other ever has. You feel the heat of a blush trail up your neck and to your cheeks and ears, your heart thrumming in your chest and lips slowly falling open just a tad as he licks away at the opening in your skin.

“Ah-“

The demon pulls away with a pop from one final suck of your flesh, whilst a trail of his saliva - do demons have saliva?! - hung between your hand and his mouth. “See? Take a look.” He pushes your hand towards your view, and amidst the clear wetness on your skin, you see no wound at all.

Your mind flips back to the wounds you should have had from that night.

“Back then... did you... y’know...”

“Naah. There’s spells and the like for bigger stuff like that,” he explains nonchalantly with a shrug. He almost seems proud of himself with his next line. “Tiny paper cuts like this can be taken care of with good ol’ fashioned demon spit. It’s nice, huh?”

You deadpan at him. “No, it’s totally gross.”

Dabi chuckles at you, waving a hand as if to wave you off. “Admit it. Your virgin ass enjoyed it.” His words are crass, but you know he’s only teasing and they’re not meant to insult.

Yet it still riles you up.

That heat crawls up your neck again, and you huff at him. “Shut up!” you gripe, then turning away from him to at least try to clean up the dish shards. There was nothing wrong with being a virgin! A lot of people wait for the right person, or they just aren’t ready. People have their reasons, and there’s no shame in it! Just like there’s no shame in being the opposite. As long as it’s healthy, that’s all that matters!

“Jerk! You seem to forget whose apartment you’re squatting in!” you grumble, scooting the pieces of the plate you broke together - ever so gently - with a washcloth from the sink. “I could kick you out, y’know.” You forgot for a short moment that he managed to achieve free rent for life for you, but you told yourself it wouldn’t matter anyway. It was still your apartment, after all.

“Really, now?” The demon scoffs, then leaning against the counter and crossing his arms - clearly at you. “How would you go about that, little mouse?” His tone is unconvinced and sultry, the look on his face painted with doubt.

You avoided eye contact with him and perused the kitchen for a plastic bag before marching back to the mess of plate shards and trying to sweep them off the counter and into the bag. “I’d exorcise you,” you mutter. Finding a priest in this area would prove difficult, but you could manage to find one willing to travel. You could do it if needed.

Dabi only laughs you off, though. The sound is smooth and velvety, yet you’re left to describe it as littered with smoke and ecstasy. “C’mon, doll! That wouldn’t work,” he says finally. “Besides, we both know you don’t wanna do that. You like havin’ my sorry ass around too much, eh?”

“Ha! You’re right about you being a sorry ass,” you sass with a huff before tossing the bag into the waste-bin.

Oddly enough, while you’d never tell Dabi this and end up stroking his already massive ego, you felt safer with him around. It was hard to pinpoint why. Nothing had happened for him to be called to protect you; however, you lived in a less than savory part of town, which wasn’t entirely unbearable, but shit still happens. And you’ve already been abducted once, leading to your acquaintance with this horny (I’m more ways than one) asshole. Maybe it was because you knew part of what he can do, all that aside. Push comes to shove, he’d protect you, right?

That was a nice thought to have, if a bit naive, you thought.

He was a demon, not a guardian angel of some sort. He had no obligations to you.

Yet here he was, still living with you over a month after that awful night.

Your thoughts are completely swept away when you’re pushed by the hips against the counter with your back to it, your hands instinctively bracing the edge on each side of your hips for support. The demon’s face is immediately in front of yours, his breath easily filling your nostrils with an ashen smell. You see those horns of his again and have to fight the urge to reach up and grab one, maybe even give it a tug. He’d probably cremate you for it.

Could he hear your thoughts? Previous instances somewhat insinuated that he could, but he never admitted to it - or denied it.

Dabi was right. You don’t want to get rid of him. Especially not when he’s looking at you like that. There is an intensity in those half-lidded, fiery eyes of his that has never before been directed at you by anyone, and it leaves you wishing you could read his thoughts. Are his eyes merely looking at your own, or are they bearing into your soul, calculating and appraising it?

What you can tell is that it’s full of impatience and want. Greed. Lust. And so much of it all.

You tilt your chin down a bit and look up at him with a gulp quietly. You can’t think of anything to say, and tension builds within your chest as you search; you feel as if that silence ought to be filled, yet here you are, at a loss for words as you stare at your own reflection in his glossy eyes. On the other hand, he seems totally content letting you lie in it, letting you squirm for him as he smirks.

And so you look away, bringing your hands to your chest and holding them there bashfully. The sleeves of your sweater are soft and warm and plush - just how Dabi would describe you right now.

This maneuver of yours not being what he wanted, Dabi scowls a bit and grabs your chin to essentially force you to look at him, his thumb ghosting over the softness of your lower lip. He tilts his head at you almost curiously, perhaps evaluating your reaction as it’s been so long since he has seen or felt the mortal world. Those eyes narrow at you, though not out of ire. Dabi’s thumb pokes at the crevice between your lips, and the rest of his fingers on your jaw tug downward.

Confused, you comply anyway and part your lips for him, only for his thumb to invade your mouth and press hard on your tongue, coaxing you to gag and instinctively grasp both hands on his wrist. You attempt to pull it away, to relieve the pressure in your mouth, but he doesn’t want that.

Hell, in reality, neither do you. You just don’t feel like gagging and clouding your vision with tears.

Aw, you poor dear.

With a contemplative hum he pulls his appendage out of your mouth and holds it not far from your mouth, as if planning another venture into your wet cavern. You can’t help but stare at the string of saliva still connecting your lips and his hand as it glistens in the low lighting of your kitchenette.

“Open back up for me,” he huskily demands, but it’s not cruel and dictating, so you comply, entranced as if under a spell. But you know you’re not. This time, it’s his forefinger and middle finger that roam between your teeth, and as if he had told you to do so telepathically, you close your lips around them. With an innocent, doll-eyed look, you suck his fingers and lick at them with your tongue, earning yourself hushed praises and a searing trail of touches up your ribcage and back down. You continue to lick away, occasionally wrapping your tongue around his digits or cradling them as you suck on them, coating them in your saliva as some of it trails out one of the corners of your mouth. They feel cold, as if there was a lack of circulation, and it only spurs you on to warm them with the toasty cavern of your mouth and soft plushness of your tongue.

You’re sure you’re less than apt at this, but the praise and touch you’re receiving helps you feel less... off.

Dabi leans in for your ear, his hot breath against your cartilage sending a chill down your spine before his wet tongue laps at it, and you jump in your skin at the burning, completely unknown sensation. It’s so hot it almost stings, but it’s not painful; tingly, maybe. In the process you lean away to your left a bit, at which he seems to pause. But then you lean back as if to tell him to go on, and you can nearly hear the simper he gives just before he latches onto your ear, licking and nibbling away as you tremble and whimper around his fingers. The heat at your core throbs in tandem with your racing heartbeat, creating a melody of your arousal that you hoped only you could witness.

But you knew better than to doubt the senses of a demon.

“You’re doin’ good, doll,” he breathes into your ear, aggravating the sound of blood flushing through your ears and the thump of your heartbeat. “Such a good girl for me...”

The digits in your mouth get a little adventurous and explore your wet cavern a bit, but they’re quick to push down on your tongue again and you gag around them. Tears start to pool within your eyelids and your whimper is stuck in your throat.

The demon then unceremoniously pulls his fingers from your mouth to reach down at the hem of your sweater and yank it up over the swell of your chest, leaving your torso and bra-covered breasts bare. Dabi seems to drink up the sight of you as if it were a sweet wine he hadn’t indulged in for centuries. Both his hands then trail ghostly fingers - really, they felt like spiders - up your belly and to your sternum. You shiver and a mewl fights out of your throat unexpectedly, your back arching unintentionally toward him as you clutch onto his forearms. Dabi lets out a hot breath, just thereafter his hands roughly squeeze your breasts through your bra as he grinds his pelvis against yours, the outline of his hardened cock clear as day against you. You don’t even try to fight back the moan it elicits as your head droops back at the stimulation.

Why bother, right?

The inhuman entity before you takes the opportunity to use your open mouth, his own latching into yours and tongue exploring your mouth in a battle for dominance you have absolutely no hope to win as he makes a mushy mess of you. You accidentally lacerate your tongue on the sharp point of one of Dabi’s teeth and flinch a bit, the sting on your tongue nearly coaxing you to pull away while the taste of iron floods your mouths. That tase you could certainly live without only encourages him, as Dabi growls and grips the base of your neck to hold your head in place as he quite metaphorically devours your tongue with his own, before his teeth latch onto your lower lip and you squeak in surprise as he pulls away.

“Aw, what’s’a matter, little mouse?” Dabi taunts, left palm dropping to rub against your clothed sex.

“Ah, Dabi-!” You jolt at the sudden stimulation on your clit and breathe in hard. Even if there are a couple layers keeping his bare hand from touching you, if feels damn good to have someone else touch you like this. Ripples of warmth flood through you and you feel your body temperature rocketing. Your own breath feels as though it’s on fire as it leaves your heavily salivated mouth and bloody lips in rabid succession, alongside your increasingly rapid heartbeat. Your grip on his firm arms tightens and you resist the urge to grind against him as he continues his ministrations. “Fuck...” Your lips throbbed, yet you weren’t sure if it was from the tiny wounds he created or your blood pressure spiking.

“Hm?” The demon hums, inquisitive and high in pitch - yet maybe condescending. “‘Fuck,’ huh?” His grip on the back of your neck relaxes only slightly before his tongue pokes out of his mouth and drags along your lower lip, lapping away at the blood pooling there and drawing a slight whine from you. “What about it? You sayin’ you want me to fuck you, doll? Tell me.”

Blood rushes to your face like there was a race and your eyes wander from his bashfully, instead choosing to look at the horns cutting through his spiky black hair. He’s right, you do, you have to admit it. But admitting it out loud was embarrassing! With a gulp you elect to simply nod, but his brows furrow and he’s clearly unimpressed considering the animalistic growl that claws out of his throat.

“Hey, I’ve been locked away from you humans for so long, y’know,” he breathes, his voice dark and low. “I’m a bit behind on gestures. You have to tell me.” This time, you can tell by the almost playful tone of his voice that he’s really lying and just trying to make you admit it aloud. Dabi’s palm leaves you before moving up to the waistband of your jeans while his other hand snakes up your neck and latches onto a fistful of your hair. “C’mon, say it. Where’s all that spunk from earlier? You’re all bark and no bite, little one.”

“Y-yes, Dabi. I... I want you to fuck me.” You finally meet his eyes again, and the hunger in them from before hasn’t faded at all; it’s only deepened. What else has changed was the hunger and arousal in your own eyes.

That smirk appears again and Dabi leans into your ear. “You want me to fuck you,” he parrots, “do you? You want my demon cock to take your virginity and fill you up? You want me to fuck you against this counter until your voice gives out? You’re a slut after all, little one. Beg like one, then.”

Your thighs clench together and you gulp. This was... not how you fantasized your first time to carry out. “Demon cock” was not something you’d ever thought you would hear someone say.

But who cares? Not you.

“Yes, please. Please!” You tug at his jacket in an attempt to coax him toward you, your knuckles turning white from your grip. “Please, fuck me with your demon cock...” Your this time voice is less loud and demanding, albeit it’s more desperate and pleading. “Please.” Your voice breaks this time.

Nor was it something you thought you would ever say.

A groan rumbles from Dabi’s chest. “Good little human. Keep it up, yeah?”

You squeak as he roughly yanks your sweater over your head before working to unbutton your jeans, his lips and teeth savoring your neck all the while. Your head cranes back again, a mute gasp leaving you at the sensation of his searing tongue on your recently sweat-slicked neck as his fingers work to remove your bra before they move onto yanking your panties down. At least, you thought he yanked them down, but a quick glance to the floor revealed he ripped them off, rendering them unusable.

“I liked those!” you whine, still panting.

“Tough luck. I didn’t.” It’s not like you need to wear panties around him anyway. He’d burn every pair you owned to mere ashes if it meant getting you to waltz around your apartment with no panties. They just got in the way.

“Daabi! Why would you-

“Oh god!”

You jump and thrust against Dabi’s hand when his fingers run through the slick of your soaked cunt, your breathing ragged, while he gathers the slick abundant there and edges toward your clit. His tactic coaxes ripples of pleasure that lull a low moan out of you.

“Ha,” he scoffs in your ear, “no gods have anything to do with it, babydoll.”

Dabi’s fingers finally work their way to your clit and circle around it a few times before rubbing in a steady rhythm around it. You moan at the combination of the bliss he gives you and the pet name, and your legs instinctively open wider for him as you mewl.

“I’m really not sure you are a virgin, doll,” he starts with a chuckle, “You’re fuckin’ soaked, you know that? Like a slut begging for my dick.”

“D-Dabi!” You flinch at the sinful words he’s spitting at you, embarrassed.

The demon’s digits leave your clit and trail back through your folds, and the wet, lewd sounds that result almost surprise you more than the fact that you want to fuck a demon. You buck your hips in hopes of encouraging his fingers back to your clit, albeit his other hand distracts you with a flick to your nipple, before it rubs circles over the sensitive nub as the rest of his hand palms at your tit.

“Ah, feels so good,” you find yourself muttering.

In response his ear seems to twitch. “Speak up.” His lips are sucking and nipping at your neck, either ignoring or enjoying the layer of sweat built up on your skin as the heat coming from his body begins to overwhelm you. Not that you mind either way. He’s definitely leaving a mark here and there as he works around your neck. Not that you mind either way.

“Your fingers... ah, feel so good!” Your head cranes backward, your hands dropping to the counter against your ass for support as your legs begin to feel weak. The shockwaves of pleasure his hands send through your nerves leaves you feeling weak and mushy.

“Good. Now hold still.”

You give a confused look, eyebrows pointed upward before you feel the tip of his digit poke at your weeping hole, eliciting a loud gasp from you when his finger plunges into your pussy with no reserve. You hiss at the sudden intrusion, you walls stretching pleasurably yet painfully as he slowly moves his finger around, letting you adjust. His other hand merely plays with your breast.

Biting your lip, you lean forward and plant your sweaty, flushed forehead on his shoulder. “Hey, it kinda hurts,” you whine.

“Just relax, doll.” Dabi’s voice isn’t as crass as it was before, nor is it entirely soothing. You figure he just doesn’t have it in him to coddle you, being a demon and all that.

You whimper as Dabi ever so slowly thrusts his finger in and out, the mixture of pleasure and pain not at all what you’d expected. When his finger hits a spongy spot, you jolt and moan for him, and he takes the opportunity to take over your mouth again in a wet, hurried kiss with a groan. Dabi swallows any and all sounds that you make, and in the process you feel the hand on your tit move downward to your hip before it swings around and wraps under your thigh to lift your knee up to his hip level. The muscles of your legs tensing and the choked moan in your throat tell him the pain is starting to very slowly fade away. At the realization, he carefully dips another finger into you and you moan, higher in pitch, into his mouth before he pulls away to stare at the sight of his fingers fucking into you for only a short moment. Dabi is then quick to shove his tongue back into your salivating mouth.

The lithe digits within your wet walls pick up pace gradually, giving you time to adjust and not barreling into you. By now there is still a barely-there stretch, and all the pain has essentially faded as the assault on your nerves takes place and you near an orgasm. Your eyes lull shut and your head cranes back, your hips almost thrusting involuntarily on his fingers as his pace keeps increasing and pushing you over the edge.

“I’m- ah, I think I’m...”

Dabi hums as if requesting you repeat yourself or perhaps simply acknowledging your sputtering, but you’re too busy moaning louder and and thrusting into the palm of his hand, to do so, as the coil between your legs tightens. His fingers graze over that same spot as before and you cry out for him, for which his fingers increase their pace even more rapidly and slam into that spot over and over and over again as he groans at the lewd, wet squelching resulting.

“Shit! I’m gonna cum, Dabi, I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it. Cum for me, babydoll.” His voice is much more authoritative and huskier, and as per Dabi’s demand you cry out almost loud enough for your neighbors to hear as your orgasm slams into you like a tsunami of pleasure crashing into your nerves. Your soft, hot walls convulse around his fingers in your release as he uses them to fuck you through your first orgasm of the night, with your hips still thrusting toward him uncontrollably as you go through your high and begin to climb down, panting.

Your head feels light in the best way possible and your legs are weak, so you whine lowly as he pulls his fingers from your heat with a pleased sigh. The second your legs give out, he catches you by the ribs before grabbing your trembling hips and lifting you onto the counter, with you latching onto him and holding tight all the while, your forehead on his shoulder and arms around his neck while your legs wrap around his hips.

Dabi drags the tips of his fingers up and down your spine, sending a jolt of calming, electric waves up your spinal cord as he repeatedly kisses your hair and ear on the side accessible to him.

“Atta girl,” he mutters into your hair.

Do you... thank him? He’s giving you a compliment, after all, right? Do you nod? Do you hum? You have the energy to do all three, but what response does he expect of you?

“I didn’t... do anything,” you mutter quietly, chest rising and falling in quick succession.

“Technically. Doesn’t matter because you will, soon.” He leans into your ear like he’s so fond of doing, his lips grazing your earlobe. “We’re not done, doll.”

Your legs twitch around him unconsciously, eliciting a deep, amused chuckle from the demon.

You see pointed pearly whites bear at you before he lifts you off the countertop and plops you down in front of him. Dabi’s hand squeezes your ass cheek, said hand then spinning you around to put your back to his chest. Searing breath on the back of your ear makes it twitch. “You’re wet and all, doll, but I’m not sure you’re wet enough,” he taunts, his hands splaying out on your abdomen and gently roaming around, fingers spread wide as they adore your body.

“For what?” Dabi’s chest against your back prevents you from turning around and giving him a confused look.

“My cock. What else?” he jabs.

Your curt reply is totally cut off and forgotten when you feel a wet tongue singe the side of your neck toward the back, and you gasp shakily.

“What to do, what to do...?” you hear Dabi whisper into your now-pebbled skin, his hands ghosting down toward your thighs.

“Oh.”

Remaining silent yourself, you could feel the damn lightbulb light up in the bastard’s horned head, but you didn’t know what exactly would entail.

Before you can ask what the hell he was on about, his fingers drove between your glistening folds and prod around, as if measuring the lewd slick settling there. They quickly pull away after a quick hum from Dabi.

“Be a good little human and bend over, yeah?”

Without a word or thought against it you comply, bending over your countertop and leaning on your elbows a little. You gulp at the thought of your leaking cunt bearing for Dabi. You weren’t sure what he could see from this position, but you were a little embarrassed, nonetheless. With a gulp you shift your weight back and forth on your feet nervously.

Hands rub and palm at your ass cheeks as thumbs rub deeply into your flesh in a symphony of soothing touch. You sigh blissfully and spread your legs for the demon without realizing, but it’s over all too quickly when he instead moves your legs back together. You crane your neck to look at him. “Wha...?”

Wasn’t he going to fuck you from behind?

Suddenly the weeping tip of his cock slips between your thighs, gliding against your dripping cunt and through your folds. There’s no piercing despite his many others, though perhaps that was why he asked you to take him to a parlor not long ago.

Dabi’s cock manages to grace your clit and your body unwillingly jolts a little, still having been sensitive from your previous orgasm. A soft gasp leaves your swollen lips and you hear Dabi growl behind you while he pulls back from your ass end only to jut forward again. Legs beginning to tire out, you unconsciously spread them, only for his hands to push them together roughly.

“Don’t fuckin’ spread ‘em,” he hissed, hips holding still. The fingers on your thighs push deep with force sure to leave bruises while you hiss quietly at the stinging pain they bring to your nerves. But that sensation is quick to fade into something warm and euphoric yet electric and sensitive, causing your head to spin even though he’s not fucking your desperate pussy. He pistons his hips into your ass, and you mewl.

“That’s your last warning, fuck!” he grunts.

You nod vigorously, content with letting him fuck your thighs so long as he keeps grazing your puffy clit like this. His pace quickens and soon enough you hear loud skin slapping against skin, his hips jutting into your ass and balls pattering against the crevice between the soft flesh of your thighs. The quick pace and silkiness of his cock against your clit is euphoric, leaving you to wonder if it would be better than this if he were inside of you. Are you drooling? Your head droops lazily as you revel in pleasure.

The wetness and heat between your legs has increased several-fold, but it’s apparently not enough for Dabi. Your poor body rocks against the counter and your eyes are clenched shut, head fixated on the sensation of his cock grinding against your cunt and between your soft, drenched thighs. You weren’t sure if it was the position or your nerves going haywire, but your legs ached with a dreadful burn.

“D-Daaabi,” you whine pitifully, “my legs... aah, hurt...!”

A hand jumps to your navel and brings you back toward him to allow room for his fingers slithering to your cunt. Before they graze over your clit, they stop. “Cum for me, then,” you hear him command, voice deep and breathy and sending a chill up your spine. “Maybe when you’re done, I’ll take you to the bed and fuck you into the mattress. You’d like that, wouldn’t ya, doll?”

“Yes, b-but,” you suck in a breath when his hand envelops your tit, “‘maybe?’” You parrot the word desperately, your head going blank as you near orgasm.

“Mhm.” You can hear the smirk in it, and the sound of the hum rumbling in his chest is oddly euphoric for you to hear.

You hated having him behind you like this. All you wanted in the moment was to latch onto him and relish in his heat no matter how intense it would be for a mortal like you. You wanted to touch him, to be able to see him, and he was depriving you of it all - very likely on purpose.

Your moans and squeals get higher in pitch and Dabi evidently picks up on your cues, thrusting against your cunt faster and faster until your entire body tenses.

You cry out his name ever so quietly, yet before you can climax he pulls away and leaves you panting and weeping, a whine escaping your throat. “But you told me...!”

“Changed my mind.”

“You’re a jerk!” you half-gripe and half-whine, standing up to glare at him. “I was so... so close, you know! You better make it up to me!” You huff and puff from the intensity of almost cumming.

“You’re awful feisty when I’m not touching you,” he remarks cockily.

You’re going to regret saying what you said. At least, that’s what the look in his eyes tells you when he spins you around. It’s dark and already you shrink in front of him. The next thing you know, Dabi’s pushing you against the counter and mumbling something into you ear, that something being an incantation that sends a trickle of electricity though every nerve of your body. Suddenly you’re cumming hard as heavy waves of pleasure wrack your cunt clenching around nothing rapidly as whatever the demon used on you pushes you through your orgasm, your toes curling and lips shrieking, head falling back so fast it almost slammed into the cabinet if he hadn’t caught it. You don’t register that you had wrapped your arms around his waist until his hands grasp them as if holding you there.

“How’s that for makin’ it up to you, eh?”

With his voice pulling a moan out of you, your poor brain goes foggy and full and it spins within your skull as you pant away, your body feeling heavy. Dabi grabs hold of you and lifts you onto the countertop when it seems like your legs are going to give out. “Hey,” he mutters into your sweaty neck, “don’t tire out on me. I wanna fill that pussy up with my cum ‘til it’s dripping out.”

You feel heat rush from your heaving chest up your neck to your cheeks. “Stop... that! You pervert.”

Dabi chuckles at you. You weren’t prudish, you were inexperienced. “What? Stop what, hm?”

“Talking like... that.”

He only hums, though, and he’s not to comply with your request. “Ya know, if you weren’t a virgin, I’d take your ass, too. Or put you on your knees and shove my cock down your throat until you’re chokin’ on it. Fuck, you’d sound like an angel.” Dabi chuckles at his ironic comparison, seemingly proud of himself for it.

You shrink in front of him and shiver, the room feeling so cold. You glance at your bedroom door and he notices promptly.

“I’ll carry you, for a price.”

Your eyes flicker back to him and the simper he flashes you would’ve had you weak in the knees had you been standing.

“Like what, my soul?” It’s a slightly genuine, slightly snarky question.

“Your mouth.” Dabi waves a hand at your widened eyes. “Not tonight. Maybe next time. You won’t know up from down and I don’t feel like playing teacher more than I already am.”

The demon doesn’t wait for your snarky remark before he picks you up and lugs you to your bed. You let out a noise when he literally drops you onto the mattress, your form bouncing atop it before he pins you to the bed roughly, so quickly you get dizzy. He dips his hips between your legs and spreads them wide while his mouth delves into the crook of your sweat-coated neck to let him begin suckling and leaving stinging marks with sweet, little kisses peppered in between.

It seems he’s suddenly gone soft on you, but it won’t last, even if you don’t know it.

Your back arches against him, ready to finally feel his torrid body against yours so that you can relish in his warmth despite the fact that your body was soaked in sweat; you wanted so much more, you needed it. Your next moan is dealt without a care who can hear, and thereafter with you wrap your arms around his neck tightly. Dabi grabs your hips and squeezes the plump flesh before his hands roam down your thighs to your knees as he hikes your legs around his hips, with you far too eager not to comply.

“Dabi,” you breathe, and he hums with one of his hands still on your hip as the other supports his weight by your shoulder. “Kiss me. Please.” Your voice is desperate and needy, and you’re starting to think this is more than lust pushing you on.

Had he used another demonic spell on you?

When Dabi complies, his hips grind against you to allow his hardened cock to nudge the folds of your glistening pussy.

This time around, with his tongue prodding in your mouth at a slower, more passionate pace, you catch on and realize he has a tongue piercing. Your walls clench at the thought of what it would feel like licking stripes up and down your soaked cunt, wondering whether it would be cool to the touch or searing hot due to his body temperature.

Searing hot would be the answer, though you don’t know that as of now.

The demon grinds against you as he devours your mouth with his own, his weeping cock sliding through your your wet folds. On the other hand you’re careful not to cut your tongue on his teeth again, albeit he wouldn’t complain if you did; if anything he’d encourage it. Your hands splay on his hot back, and you wonder that if leaving them on his searing skin for too long will burn you. If it gave you the opportunity to roam your fingers over his muscles and caress the staples, goddamn would it be worth the burns. With a sigh into his mouth your hands move from his back to grab onto those horns you’d thought about, your grip gentle yet exploring as you try to focus on feeling the rough texture of them.

Dabi pulls away from you to pepper open-mouthed kisses among your jawline, growling all the while. “What’re you doing?” he brusquely asks between the wet gestures, and you croon. His voice was so rough and gravelly while the gestures were soft and... sweet. You almost dare to say it was heavenly.

“Just feelin’ ‘em, babydoll.”

You throw his pet name back at him purposefully, and the mockery elicits a dark chuckle from him. Ever so slowly, you were beginning to learn how to be more brazen. You were getting comfortable with him on this intimate level. You’d already been comfortable in some way with him living forcibly in your apartment for over a month, but not on this level, not like this.

The stapled hand on your leg disappears before it reappears in your hair and gives a pull - not a yank - to tilt your head back and further expose your neck. You expect him to ravage it with his mouth like earlier, but he stopped to admire his apparent handiwork. You can’t see the marks he’s left, albeit he’s apparently satisfied as he smirks.

“What’re you doing?” you mimic him playfully.

“Thinkin’ about how I want you, of course.” He said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

In response, you huff at him.

“Let’s see,” he begins, moving closer to you, his breath fanning the lower half of your face as his eyes bore into your soul, “chest up against the wall, or on your hands and knees... hell, maybe just your knees...” He moves down so that his breath reaches just under your jaw, his eyes still staring intensely up at you while his hand slithers to your tit, rolling the hardened bud under his finger and you mewl. “...could always put you in a mating press and fuck you like a bitch in heat... I might even let you get on top, if you’re a good girl. Decisions, decisions, eh?”

“What,” you huff, “you mean, with all that whoring and harassing you did, you never thought this through?” You mirror his smirk with your own quirked brow while you rub the horns on his head, thoroughly enjoying their soft yet rippled texture.

“Oho, that’s the problem, doll. I’ve thought about it too much.” Dabi’s teeth put on a show for you to see from his widening smirk. Next thing you know, his fingers are pinching and tugging your nipple roughly for the first time and you keen under him from the shock before his wet mouth matches onto your other tit, tongue lulling over the bud. You mewl and flick your head back, chest heaving in your panting as you feel him suction onto your plump skin and suck away with a sopping, hot mouth, his low sigh into your skin blissful.

Your hands drop to his shoulders as a result of the distraction his mouth brings. Demonic saliva coats your tit and glistens in what little silvery moonlight filters through your blinds, all while you feel the pull of your leg over his right shoulder and prodding at your weeping heat with the tip of his cock.

“Ya know what?” he murmurs into your skin, “I wanna see these lovely tits of yours bounce.” With his other hand he guides the tip in and gives a moan at how warm and slick the entrance of your cunt is around him. And tight as hell, too. Of all the summons he could’ve answered, he answered the one that, unbeknownst to Dabi, lead to you, just on a whim. And fuck, if it wasn’t worth it.

You whine and writhe underneath him, needy as can be, as your entrance clenches around the head of his cock.

“Use your words, babydoll.”

You groan at him. “Just please hurry up and fuck me!”

“Your wish is my command...” Dabi’s voice is full of tease and mockery, which makes you want to bite his tongue.

Without any warning he sheaths his cock all the way into you as a groan escapes his throat, and you jolt at the sensation of suddenly being so goddamned full, your lustful gasp resonating off the walls of your bedroom. That one hard pump of his hips sends a wave up pleasure through your nervous system and the stretch of your tight walls leaves you wanting more. He’s much longer and thicker than his fingers, and you can’t help your cunt clenching around him like it does. The subconscious movement has Dabi groaning and panting out as you clench on his cock, and he still can’t help but relish in how fucking worth the wait you are.

That stretch of your cunt is back again, sweet and sinful as before. His cock brushes against all the right places, filling you up perfectly and having you drool for more.

Dabi holds still at least, though you can tell it won’t be for long.

“So goddamned tight,” he spits through his teeth against your neck, fighting the demanding of every cell in his body to fuck you like a rabid animal. Dabi’s hot breath fans over your neck, his teeth clenching as a result of your tightness around him.

His hips slowly start pushing and pulling to gently thrust his throbbing cock in and out of you, slowly letting you adjust before he can pick a normal pace.

...is what you thought he would do.

But nay, he begins with slow and agonizingly yet blissfully hard thrusts into your wet core, his grunts being drowned out by your wails and mewls as he slams into your sopping cunt. The lewd sounds of wet skin slapping slowly against skin and hot squelching mixes into it all, creating a melody of sin only you and Dabi share, that only the two of you can hear.

You were definitely going to hell, by now. But hey, good dick seemed worth the eternal damnation. Right?

With one particularly hard thrust, Dabi bites into the crook between your neck and shoulder, unexpectedly not breaking the skin, eliciting a cry from your parched throat and your eyes shut tight. The teeth latching onto your skin feel less sharp and more human, as he’s morphed them not to tear into your flesh and draw blood. He’d never hear the end of it for getting blood on your sheets, he knew that. Besides, if he wasn’t careful it would kill you.

He doesn’t want that happening again. Ugh. That was a godsforsaken mess - literally.

With every pounce of his hips, your tits bounce on your chest like he set out to do and he was sure to take in the sight of it all very well, having waited over a month for it. The smarting pang you felt earlier when his fingers fucked you is completely gone by now, leaving you to writhe and thrust your own hips from the overwhelming fucking of your senses.

“Dabi, Dabi!” you sob, your thoughts blending together until nothing but the demon inside of you remains in your consciousness. Your nails dig into the skin of his shoulders, drawing a thick, black liquid in the deep crescents, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Words, babydoll,” he breathes out, emphasizing the first word with a thrust. “C’mon, you know better.” He groans above you.

A yelp and another, higher in pitch slap of skin resonates within the room amidst the wet, sloppy ones and his grunts, but it doesn’t register that he’s slapped the underside of the thigh perched on his shoulder until you feel the pulsating sting that scatters through your leg. The yelp was apparently yours.

“Faster!” Your voice is devoured by a whiny tone and squeals that fight out of you, but it’s drowned out by the rhythm of his hips against yours.

Another slap hits your senses, and you cry out, tears flooding your eyelids. All you need is a little push.

“So fuckin’ demanding... Where are your manners, little mouse?” His lips are on your ear again, almost as if threateningly. “I’d be a little more... ngh... polite if I were you.” The covers bunch and roll under your body when it’s slid back against them from the hardest thrust he’s graced you with yet, the process bringing a shriek out of you and shock as a result of his hitting that special spot after angling his hips just right and causing your poor head to spin. With Dabi then yanking you back to where you were with the hand on your thigh above the reddening cloud of flesh, you croon underneath him as he stops fucking your dripping wet heat altogether. You’re left to stare into his fiery blue eyes directly while hot breaths flood out of you in rapid succession. His nose almost touched yours, and the look in his eyes tells you he’s dead serious.

“Hate to break it to ya, but you’re at my mercy, doll. If I don’t want you to cum, you won’t.”

“Nonono, I’m sorry! Please! Please! I’m sorry!”

A cross between a hum and growl leaves his throat, and you shrink underneath him.

“‘Please,’ what?”

“Go faster, please!”

Dabi’s teeth are on your neck again when he picks up his thrusting into you, increasing in speed and fucking your sopping pussy like you had requested. With his hands on your hips, the demon mutters praises and moans into your neck and you sputter incoherent gibberish when you’re not gasping for air and squealing and bawling out from his almost inhuman, blissful pace. The leg wrapped around his waist clenches as hard as you’re physically able as he slams into you, and while your senses are being ravaged and brutalized, you hear faintly those wet squelching noises and the sounds of metal and wood creaking. You weren’t sure if the thrumming in your eardrums was your heartbeat or your headboard hitting the wall, but the thought of the latter rolled your eyes into the back of your head. Dabi angles his hips just right and smacks his cock into that oh-so-special spot within your soft cunt, and the jolt of pleasure and utter bliss that results brings you back to reality momentarily - yet still somehow throwing you out of your mind.

“Right there! Dabi! Oh, fuck!” You sob with a slur, your hands grasping and clawing at his back desperately. Incoherent garbling follows thereafter, and Dabi doesn’t even try to decipher it even if it is silk against his ears.

The fingers gripping onto your hips are so tightly embedded into your skin, Dabi’s sure they will leave round little bruises in their wake and he relishes in the idea, but the sting they bring you feels so damned good, you welcome it, too. The tension that builds within your cunt keeps building and building, your hot walls clenching around Dabi as you near carnal release. You’re close, so fucking close to the height of true bliss, your moans getting higher and higher in pitch as your back lifts off the mattress without you willing it. You feel that familiar tingle before-

It stops.

You sob at the utter emptiness and lack of release, your head spinning.

The ancient bastard denied you of your orgasm.

Chest heaving up and down in your panting, your wordless whine and protest at the emptiness you can feel is seemingly ignored by Dabi. The lack of warmth at your pulsating core is almost... cold. So cold.

“Wh-why...?” you whine.

The demon lets out a breathy groan. You can feel him dip his lips to your collarbone and smirk. “Just ‘cause.”

Quickly the demon sits back on his haunches and your arms droop off his shoulders. Dabi blinks at you with his hand holding your ankle to his shoulder, all the while staring you down with an intensity that has you feeling small, like an ant before an elephant. You’re so vulnerable and naked under his unwavering gaze, it’s nearly frightening. There’s something in his eyes you haven’t seen before. It’s soft but it’s predatory. He drinks in the sight of you leisurely.

You know damn good and well blood is rushing to your face, your hot breaths leaving you in weak puffs.

“Aren’t you precious?” you hear him remark with a toothy smirk. “Just for me. Right?”

You nod.

Demonically slitted eyes narrow at you darkly. “Say it, then,” he demands.

“Just...” you pant, “for you.”

Dabi’s hand pulls your ankle off him and puts your foot flat against the bedding next to his knee as he looks down at you. The moonlight striking the vibrant color of Dabi’s eyes is breathtaking, if your breath could be knocked out of your lungs further. It almost forced you to liken the sight with tinted ice, with icy waters off Iceland or perhaps glacier-dwelling seas of the Antarctic. And yet, you knew better.

The sight before Dabi was more than he’d expected, albeit just as sinful. Seeing you splashed out in bed, sweating and panting and dripping in your own essence just for him drove him wild. You were so adamant against fucking him, about retaining your innocence and saving it for the “right” person, in the beginning. And yet now, you let him do as he pleases and he didn’t doubt it would be the first time. He knew better.

“Get on your hands and knees, love.”

That was a first. “Love?” You like it more than the several others. It was smoky and gravelly and breathy all once.

Without your knowing your eyes soften and you grin the tiniest grin at the demon, knowing he won’t return the favor and be as gentle and sweet with you. He’s quick to quirk a brow at you, but you turn on your side to maneuver your body around and comply with Dabi’s command. Your breath has evened out by now, as you prop yourself on your elbows with your ass pointing out to Dabi, weeping cunt ready to be filled. It was embarrassing being on display like this again. You glance back at him with curious eyes, only to be met with silence and what felt like a dark presence. He’d gone cold on you.

You feel a hot hand on the nape of your neck and swear on whatever god you used to believe that your skin sizzled for a bit, while another lands on your left hip as his cock presses up against your folds and slithers through between your legs a couple times, gathering the slick of your essence - as if it needed to! - before he delves into your pussy once again. You croon in front of him, and the moan that comes out of Dabi has you clenching around his cock for the countless time. He mutters something untranslatable to you and pushes down on your nape, easing you face-first into the mattress. Your bedding was so soft and warm from your own body heat. Maybe it was leakage from the demon’s body temperature, you weren’t sure. Maybe it was a mix of both, intermingling like perfectly-cut pieces of a puzzle.

With a sharp moan, Dabi bottoms out in you, your mewls being swallowed by the bedding pressing against your cheek. You sigh into plush warmth, but the soft and gooeyness you feel is quickly torn away by a harsh snap of Dabi’s hips. Your gasp is cut through by a squeak from your throat, only urging him further as you already feel that coil tightening and readying to snap. You feel him shift a little against you, and you try to glance at him as much as you can before he begins thrusting into you again. That hard but slow pace makes its appearance for a short while, and hot damn is it heavenly. You moan and whine completely unabashedly. The walls of your apartment were thin and cheap, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

It was just an effect he had on you.

So what if your neighbors knew your were getting railed by a demonic being from ages past?

He certainly wanted them to know.

Dabi’s pace picks up again and you already feel the ripples of pleasure soaring through your body from your clenching cunt, your grip on the fabric underneath you tightening as you fight back the urge to bite into it. Even the lewd slaps of his hips against your ass are louder and quicker, and fuck aren’t they wetter. Dabi himself seems proud of this.

Your breathing quickens and your lungs almost burn like the hand on the back of your neck, your keening and sobbing getting higher in pitch and filled with rushed air. His thrusts only seem to get deeper and harder, if it were possible, and your eyes close shut tightly as your body trembles. Dabi adjusts his hips and continuously hits that oh-so-sweet spot that makes your head cloud over totally, his head falling back at the way your pussy hugs him tight.

“Dabi!” you sob. “Don’t stop, please!” Your wording is heavily slurred and slightly hushed from the impact of his fucking your nerves and your cheek being pushed into the bed, but you manage, nonetheless. You can’t fight back the drool that droops out the corner of your mouth.

The demon chuckles. Dabi could hear you say his name like that for a thousand years straight and it wouldn’t be enough. “S’pose you’ve been a good girl, babydoll. Go on, I’ll let you cum.”

The hand on your neck moves to your shoulder and soon enough, your chest and face are removed from the sheets, albeit you’re still on all fours as he fucks into you. Thereafter you feel the piping heat of his chest against your back, a crude reminder of the seven layers of arson Dabi’s capable. His hand holds you still while he continues to wrack your body with thrusts into your wet heat. You feel his fingers rub and circle your clit after a torrid hand snakes around your ribs and down your navel, and the pace of Dabi’s fingers is almost in beautiful tandem with his fucking as he hits that special spot over and over and over again. You can feel your essence flowing down the insides of your thighs like you thought wasn’t even possible, pussy dripping onto your bedding.

Ah, fuck.

With a lustful shriek, your spongy walls convulse around his cock as he fucks you through your orgasm, your vision going white as your eyes roll into the back of your head and your body rocks back and forth, legs twitching and torso shuddering. It takes almost everything Dabi has not to cum then and there, his hiss and loud growl being evidence of that. You just feel so good, why wouldn’t he want to cum now? But no, that would be a treat for you later.

Your clutch on the bedding underneath is as tight as you’re fully capable, and your knuckles turn white while you revel in your own personal bliss, courtesy of whatever the hell Dabi is. The intensity of it all has your head spinning and body pulsating. Poor body beginning to come down from the fierce high, you wondered if Dabi would stop and let you bliss out - but nay; he continues to fuck you like an animal and abuse your clit while you cry it all out. You were drenched in sweat, your cheeks flooded with tears you didn’t know were there until now.

“Too much, too much,” you squeak quietly, so quiet you’re not even sure he could hear you. But maybe it was incoherent. Maybe you were babbling and drooling like a fucked out hole at this point. Was it getting overwhelming? Yes. Did it feel ungodly good? Fuck yes.

“You’re so fuckin’... wet, though,” he pants, before slowing down slightly. “I think you’re playing innocent. You like this, ah, don’t you?” Dabi groans as you continue to flutter, sensitively, around him. “You want me to fuck you stupid, to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore, right?”

Dabi chuckles at your lack of response and continues to ram into your soaking heat with your cries and squeaks only urging him further. An attempt to glance at Dabi is mostly thwarted by the pace he’s taken on, or maybe it’s because everything’s spinning - or is it the tears flooding from your eyelids - you manage to meet his icy, slitted eyes once, which prompts him to poke kisses at your nape and behind your ear. You feel that familiar warmth in your entire pelvis, you cunt clenching down on his cock as the waves of pleasure intensify.

“Dabi, I- nnn, it’s too mu-much,” you whine. “Please.”

“Nah, you’re okay, babydoll,” he drawls cockily, voice gravelly and breathy enough to make you cum on command. “I think you’ve got a few more for me, don’t you? C’mon.” He makes a point to hit your g-spot harder than before after he’s done talking, and goddamn does it take the air out of your lungs. You choke on your own spit when you feel that piping hot hand patted against your asscheek repeatedly.

Your shriek and wet slopping fills the room as you cum yet again, albeit this time the pressure on your nerves feels different - smoother, warmer - and the tingle in your belly is intense as your scream feels like it claws at your throat until it bleeds. Your thighs are drenched in your juices, cunt twitching and clenching in the aftermath of your mind-splitting pleasure. You mumble and whimper as he finally slows down and gives you a sliver of mercy, both of his hands now holding you up by your hips when your torso slowly droops down like it was before. Dabi chuckles behind you quietly as he comes to a halt.

“You good, doll?”

He’s definitely not sincere.

Your eyes squeeze shut and you heave and pant, the fabric in your fingers wrinkling in their grasp.

“Oi, you can’t quit on me now,” he demands. “I haven’t cum yet and I gotta make you squirt again.”

Trying to get a whole, solid word out was a struggle as a result of your heavy breathing and the overstimulation. Your head was fuzzy and the room was spinning like a damn typhoon, and for a split moment you thought you’d fallen unconscious. What spills out is garbled nonsense.

The demon hums that inquisitive hum again, urging you to speak.

You lift your cheek off the bed slightly, as you’re able. “Will...”

You’re not sure why, but the thought of Dabi skipping off after taking your virginity so unceremoniously rang into your thoughts, giving you a sense of loneliness and anxiety. Why, though? Why now?

“Huh?” He leans in so close, his horn bobs off the side of your head when he arches over you to put an ear to your lips. “Try again, love. Go on.” He sounds quite intrigued, probably the most you’ve heard him.

“Will you... hah, leave... me?”

The grin against your neck is dark.

“Whaddya mean, little mouse?”

His voice was downright excited. You were worth the wait. How long had it been since he’d had a human so obedient, so innocent yet so easily corrupted? You were his, now - whether you liked it or not was irrelevant. But he knew you would. Dabi had grown on you far more than you’d ever admit, he knew that for a fact. You were clearly enjoying yourself now, anyway. And it didn’t take magic to do all of this, save for one here and there to coax you to enjoy yourself and to bring out subconscious feelings. Like right now. You felt these things, he just amplified them to an unbearable extent. Whoops. You poor thing.

“Don’t go.”

Eyes half-lidded and droopy, you turn your head to look back at the demon, only to be met with sharp teeth shown off in a naughty grin. You blink once and you could’ve sworn you saw an image of a black, smoky aura surrounding him.

“If you can handle me, dear.”

You nod against the bed slowly before trying to push your ass against him with what little stability you have. Even if his cock was still buried in you, without any movement you felt empty and... alone.

“I thought it was too much?” he quips, hand rubbing at your reddened ass cheek in a way you have to describe as soothing. It felt so silky and mellow. Yet you knew he was far from that. “Well? I thought you were bitchin’ out on me like the virgin you are.”

“In... insi... inside,” you sputter shyly, mental clarity not quite returning, albeit you manage enough to think of that at least. You want him to cum inside, to know what it feels like to be stuffed full of his cum, to feel his cock twitching inside after his release. “C-um.”

You never would’ve thought about that before you met him. Why would you feel this way?

“Aw, what is it?” The hum that results from his scarred throat is dark. “You want me to cum inside right now? I’m not sure you’ve earned that yet.” His voice is bastardly and maybe even a little teasing, and he sighs almost happily at your squirming. “Asking me to cum inside like that the first time you get fucked - such a whore. Have I fucked you stupid already, doll? Shame, I thought you’d hold out better than that.” Dabi clicked his tongue and shook his head, though you can’t see. “Broken so early. Guess there’s no point in me stickin’ around after all, huh?”

A noise sounds from the back of your throat in protest and nearly unbeknownst to you, drool slithers out the corner of your mouth. Dabi seems to ignore your noises as his hands adjust your hips, giving you enough friction to elicit a whine from your lips. You can’t register this at the moment, but Dabi was a victim to his own whims and could be a mix of soft and downright mean in the bedroom, and there’s no telling which will arise. Sometimes he’ll want skin against skin, tongue lashing against yours, fiery pleasure; sometimes he wants to insult you and lash his hand across your ass cheek, leaving bruises or drawing blood wherever he can.

“I was gonna make you convince me,” he breathes, slowly thrusting. “But considering you’re still conscious, I think that’s enough.” Dabi chuckles behind you. Well, you were only conscious as per his meddling. He was the one keeping your consciousness pulled to the surface, preventing you from letting go of reality and passing out. “You’re most welcome to cry and beg, though, babydoll.”

Hell, that list was half-checked off. Tears stained your cheeks and blurred your vision already, and the more he fucked into you, the more they fluttered out. Your lungs burned at this point, a searing heat cutting through your chest. Anything you try to say comes out incoherently, a sputtered and garbled mess, when it’s not a pitiful sob.

You push your hips back against him in an attempt to fuck yourself on his cock while Dabi fucks your puffy cunt, drawing a condescending chuckle from him. The jolt of overstimulation beckoned you to crawl away and relieve yourself of him, but the need to have him thrusting and cumming inside you overcame it. His release and what it would feel like to have his cum mixing with your juices and dripping out of you was all you could think about, as if entranced in a spell that bound your consciousness to that one thing. The rest of your thoughts were jumbled and incoherent even to you, the drool trickling out your mouth and the rolling of your eyes into the back of your head representative of that.

As Dabi watched your pussy envelop him, he couldn’t help but envision his name carved into your asscheeks with a sharpened claw of his. Ah, the squeals and squeaks that crawl out of you would be divine in the most sinful way possible, and the threads of blood that would trickle down your skin would taste head-spinningly beautiful. Maybe next time. Dabi’s jaw clenched at the throb of his cock within your sputtering, velvety walls, the tightness in his abdomen building. Just one more...

“Fuck, little one...!”

As the demon drags sharp claws up your thigh and asscheek, it leaves red ribbons in its wake and the squeeze of your cunt and pitiful squeal tells him well that you’re enjoying it far more than you ever thought you would.

“Such a good fucking human... good fuckin’ hole,” he grunts, voice strained. His hand plants on the middle of your back and pushes hard, bowing your poor back as his other hand keeps your hips up, his cock ramming into you at a faster pace. Dabi lets out a loud groan when he sees the blissed out, tear-stained, drool-covered face of yours before his thrusting loses rhythm and he suddenly feels your pussy flutter around him hard in orgasm again, soaking him in your slick again. Finally he allows himself to find the release you’d internally begged for, fucking into you at a less than rhythmic pace as his own mind begins to become overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Ah, shit. Fuck, fuck, motherfucking-!”

Dabi soon finds his teeth embedded into your flesh and gripping it hard enough to leave a bruise or even cut into the skin as his hips move entirely on their own against you. With a strained moan he cums, thick, warm ropes of cum painting your fluttering, sensitive, and overstimulated walls as you literally cry and sob underneath him, his hips still involuntarily thrusting into you as your cunt milks him for all he’s worth.

“Fucking hell,” he bites out, body relaxing against yours as he comes down from the high, yet he doesn’t pull out. “I missed this.” His voice is breathy and littered with pants against your neck. Dabi leaves a few wet kisses to it before leaning back and slowly pulling out with a groan, leaving you empty and dripping before him. He watches as his cum begins to trickle out but is quick to gather it with his fingers and push it roughly back into your pulsating cunt.

“Atta fuckin’ girl.”

Your poor head spins and you don’t know up from down, so Dabi ushers you to lay down and before he knows it, you’re passed out asleep. Eh, he’ll consider aftercare next time maybe. With a yawn that’s more out of sudden boredom than it is exhaustion, Dabi lays down next to you and props his head up with his hand, leaning against his elbow as he watches you sleep peacefully, a complete contrast to a few mere minutes ago. With a smirk he wipes the tears off your cheeks. Those cheeks...

“I oughta answer sacrifices more often.”

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #dabi x reader #dabi x reader smut #dabi #mha #bnha #blue hour.#*throws candy* happy halloween have some mediocre smut!

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azucanela · 4 years

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Ahh i'm glad you write for them, thank you so much for answering my question :) may i ask for Dabi, Shigaraki and Toga headcanons w/ a female reader that likes to sing but is kinda shy about it? and like one time they catch her singing and are just speechless because her voice is so beautiful? Thank you so much :)

HEARING THEIR SHY S/O SING[HEADCANNONS]

[ft. dabi, shigaraki tomura, and toga himiko]

SUMMARY: in which Y/N can sing but nobody else knew that, until they did, and let me tell you they were SHOCKED.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

WARNINGS: implications of death, implications of nsfw, almost nudity bc towels, embarrassment, dabi being a perv, blood, injuries

A/N: this concept makes me happy lol, dabi’s is my favorite kjsahkjfshdkjh anyways ofc bb thank you for requesting! this is adorable :D

DABI

in all honesty, you’re probably singing in the shower and dabi is super nosy and has zero shame, so he kinda just comes into the bathroom while you are showering, like a perv

he hears you singing in the shower because he randomly shows up to your apartment, and he kinda just listens from outside for a hot minute because WOW, there is no one else it could be, unless you lived with a ghost who took 30 minute showers just like you did

he sincerely doubted this was the case

he’s vibing tbh, after he collects himself, he’ll kinda just take a seat on the toilet with a small smile on his face, and you won’t hear him unless he decides to sing along just to give you a heart attack

probably realizes that the reason he didn’t already know you have the voice of a literal angel is because of the fact that you’re a shy bb, and he’s gonna savor this while it lasts

he will tease you though, when you come out of the shower, grabbing your towel and then opening the shower curtain to him just sitting there, dopey smile on his face

“hey doll.”

you curse him out, cheeks warming, you lowkey forgot that you have no clothes on as you cuss him out, and he APPRECIATES the sight before him

you being angry is a TURN O N, angry and naked? even better

i think you know where this about to go

anyways as you curse him out for invading your privacy, you do be feeling EMBARRASSED because you were singing your heart out in there and he was just listENING

the audacity.

“you’re a really good singer, babe.”

Now you are more embarrassed and it suddenly dawns on you that you are not wearing clothes, just a towel to cover your body, and you are glaring at this mans because what the-

“what were you even thinking?!”

“that i would listen to my beautiful girlfriends equally beautiful voice.”

the type to ask you to sing for him, he has no shame like i said, will randomly say, “i like this song, think you could sing for me?”

you’re shy and like nO

he’s like, “come on babe, a private session ;)”

yeah he really likes this whole singing thing and will hype you up, but subtly, like hes constantly complimenting your singing voice because it really is just super pretty and he wants you to know this so that you’ll sing more

already comes to your home randomly, but this will increase in frequency because he really wants to hear you sing more AND catch you singing in the shower

LOWKEY

REALLY REALLY LOWKEY

LIKE R E A L L Y LOWKEY

i can see him asking you to sing him to sleep, it reminds him of his childhood because he finds comfort in your voice, and this would be the only time he’s shy about it

you’re just like WHAT internally, because if you express your shock externally he IS going to retreat back into himself and you will have lost your chance at a emotionally available Dabi

my type is emotionally unavailable people sigh

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

most confused award goes to this mans

you’re probably just singing along to your music as you clean your room, he told you he was dropping by, hence the cleaning, you are also dancing because why not vibe

he opens the door, you don’t hear him with your earbuds in, and he kinda just freezes at the door because thats your voice

your actual voice

he listens for a bit because it sounds pretty and he likes it, he’s really confused, but he likes it, and you

tbh this is a really domestic moment and tomura is really shocked that he’s enjoying leaning up against your doorway as you treat the broom in hand as a mic and belt out some nice lyrics

kinda hates that he likes it

they you turn around after finishing the song with a dramatic little ending, and open your eyes to see your lovely emotionally constipated boyfriend standing there, albeit uncomfortably, his arms are awkwardly crossed and he’s squirming under your gaze

“so... is that your quirk?” genuinely thinks you are such a good singer that it is your QUIRK to be a literal ANGEL

you’re too mortified to answer because shyness, mouth gaping open as you grapple for words and you feel your entire body heat up in embarrassment. You genuinely are contemplating jumping onto your bed and screaming into your pillow before suffocating yourself with it.

“how long have you been standing tHeRe?” your voice cracks and you lowkey wanna cry because WHAT EVEN IS THIS DAY

he kinda shrugs, “few minutes.” he’d mumble and then look up at you, he is equally nervous at this point, “you have a nice voice.”

“thank you,,,,”

he’s too awkward to ask you to sing for him, but he would try and encourage you to sing, because he really does want to hear you again, he just can’t find a way to ask you

literally this is stressing him out, just start singing randomly and he’ll appreciate it so much, don’t make him ask p l e a s e

he is definitely gonna start stopping by randomly way more often, in hopes of catching you singing once more, because thats just an experience he wants to happen again

would probably bring it up that you have a pretty voice to other league members in hopes that they’ll bully you into singing so that he doesn’t have to

sometimes he wishes he didn’t tell them though because he kinda just wants to keep you and your talent for himself

isn’t the best at hyping you up, especially not outright, definitely the most awkward of the three, but he’s going to try, purely because he thinks that if he boosts your confidence enough then he’ll hear you sing more and he won’t have to outright ask you to sing for him because that would be painful for the both of you

“you know... you sing good.”

“thank you...?”

“this is a nice song.”

“yeah,”

“sing it.”

sounds really demanding but he’s trying his hardest okay.

understands if you don’t want to sing in front of others due to your shyness, he’s awkward too, so as long as you sing for him its chill

he likes the intimacy of the moments when you sing for him and him alone, it just makes him happy to have that, especially since you are shy about singing.

TOGA HIMIKO

oh knife wife, love of my life,

that rhymes

toga is probably the most outwardly supportive of you and your singing endeavors, bbg is gonna be so happy when she finds out you can sing, unlike the other boys she won’t have time to savor it because she will immediately start talking about it

probably breaking into your home through your window because she needs medical assistance and cannot tell if the blood on her belongs to someone else or not, you are her go to because hospitals are a no no for a villain such as herself

she sees you through the window, and she can kinda hear you singing as you cook in your kitchen, though you aren’t that visible and the window blocks out most of the noise.

genuinely contemplates breaking the window so that she can hear you better because it already sounds so pretty??? how??? why didn’t she know about this, why didn’t you tell her?

the audacity honestly what are you doing

she opens the window with class instead, effectively breaking into your home, but you don’t hear her as she closes it and re-locks the window

she’s gonna be speechless for a hot minute, now that she hears your voice clearly, she’s beginning to wonder if the blood is hers and shes dead, because you have a voice that belongs in the heavens literally what-

wondering how she didn’t know about this as she bursts into your kitchen covered with blood, “Y/N BABY YOU CAN SING?”

you nearly drop the knife in your hand and cut your foot off at the sight of your bloody girlfriend like, for several reasons

one. how the hell did she get into your apartment. two, why is she covered in so much blood???? three. she heard you singing. oh god she head you singing. time to panic and die

you kinda freeze and your mouth gapes open because you are so confused and panicked right now as your hands begin to gesture vividly while you search for words, trying to avoid her gaze and questions as your face heats up

this shock and panic distracts you from the fact that she broke into your house covered in blood as you respond, “i mean anyone can sing-”

“you sing GOOD.”

brags about you being such a good singer ALL THE TIME, literally how she introduces you to people, much to your dismay

will ask you to sing for her with no shame, unlike dabi she isn’t even going to shut down if you say no or find it weird, she’s just gonna keep asking until you agree to do it

would not be opposed to falling asleep to your similar voice, in fact, your voice is one of few things that calms her down

she’s literally just so excited about the fact that you can sing, like WOW, the whole league is gonna know so fast, she’s just

SO HAPPY

she’s literally going to be hyping you up 24/7 like even if the conversation has nothing to do with it, she’s going to tell you how amazing you are and try to help you overcome your shyness because your talent must be SHARED WITH THE WORLD

just a super supportive gf at the end of the day we love toga

A/N: the vibes are immaculate, sing for your evil lover, that is the point here

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bakubaewritings · 4 years

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The air was thick with tension; it loomed over the two of you like a dark fog, in complete silence. No one dared speak a word. Outside there was no sound of traffic or bird song, just silence.

"Y/n." Emotions consumed Todoroki all at once. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and hold you in his arms. He missed you; he missed everything about you, how you smelled, how your skin felt against his, the sound of your voice, the taste of your lips. Those long sorrow-filled weeks without you, without speaking a word to you after having you run out of his life, due to his fault.

"Get out," your voice was low and harsh. The coldness in your tone bitterly nipped at Todoroki's hopeful aura. His eyes began to swell with tears at her words.

"Y/n?" He beckoned again, walking over to the hospital bed. He craved your touch, the warmth that radiated off your skin was so much more than superficial. It warmed his heart; in your time together you had become his safe place. He found comfort in your voice and calmness in your eyes.

However, the look painted all on your face was not one of joy; it was rage and disgust.

"Get out, Todoroki." Your voice grew louder, down an octave as it fell to a low growl. He wanted to convince himself that you didn't mean him. However, he understood. You deserved to feel angry at him for his actions; he would be fooling himself to think you'd ever be able to forget and forgive.

"I know you want me to go, but hear me out Y/n, please." His hands balled to fists at his sides. Heat radiated off him in waves as his emotions began to fule into his quirk. The way his heart pounded against his ribcage rang in his ears. Shoto had never been one to show so much emotion, he was always calm and cool, however when it came to you, maybe he wouldn't demonstrate it, but you were what connected him to his genuine emotions. You had introduced him to emotions he'd never felt in his life. You had become his gravity, the center of his whole world. You kept him human, while still pushing him to follow his dreams, something he'd never really had as a child.

You stayed silent, biting down on the inside of your cheek in an attempt to distract yourself from the urge to begin sobbing. You refused to look him in the eye; to you his eyes only held betrayal. You'd already spent the entire summer attempting to scrub away the image of Shoto and Momo. You didn't need a reminder.

"I betrayed your trust, and I know that . I was an awful partner ,and you have every right to be upset and angry at me. I know me simply saying sorry will not erase the situation; what I did was unforgivable, but for what it is worth Y/n L/n I am so sorry, I never met to hurt you at all." There was a brief pause, Todoroki swallowed the lump in his throat. It took every bit of strength to hold back his tears. He made his way towards you; his gaze never left your face as your eyes desperately tried to keep starting at objects around the room.

"Y/n you know me, you know me better than anyone. You know how much I love you, and I'd never do anything to hurt you purposefully." He was next to you, knees firmly on the ground. You could feel his quirk radiating off him in polar temperatures. His face burned in the white hospital sheets that clung to your lap.

"You didn't kiss her." The words fell from your lips as clarity began to paint your thoughts. Shoto hadn't properly hugged a girl that wasn't in his immediate family before you, he was always reserved and respectful, never one to demonstarte so much emotion, especially kissing a fellow classmate in a dormitory gym. It was completely and utterly out of character for the bi-hair colored boy.

"I'd never, disrespect you like that Y/n." His words muffled against the sheets, you could feel his burning skin through the thin fabric as the heat began to dance on your thigh. "I love you."

There they were, for the first time in what had now been months you'd finally heard him utter those three words. You'd remember how patently you waited for him to feel comfortable enough to understand the feeling of love between two people that were more than just friends.

"Forgive me for assuming it was mutual but you can't blame me Todoroki, You became so distant from me. All it became was Momo this and Momo that. How was I supposed to feel?"

His head shifted from your lap. He looked up at you with small tears wetting his long lashes. "I have no explanation, to be quite honest, I was oblivious. I should have taken your feelings into account, you were always so patient and understanding, and I took advantage of that. I assumed you didn't need me as much to help you, and when Yaoyorozu asked for my help, I just wanted to be kind, just like you. You're always putting others before you, helping people with everything you can. It's the quality of a true hero, an amazing hero. I wanted to be like you." You'd be lying to yourself if you said his words did not affect you. No, every sentence was another tug at your heartstrings.

" I did notice we weren't spending as much time together, and I didn't like it either. I let another girl occupy the time I should have been giving to you. The one girl who's been by my side through it all. I have no excuse for what I did, I know it was incredibly wrong, but please Y/n, I love you. Give me another chance." Your hands, so petite compared to his much larger frame, came to cup the sides of his head lovingly. However, that was also when you noticed it, the diamond that shone brightly on your finger, placed on there by his own brother.

Dabi, Todoroki Touya. The man who had comforted you in the last days, a man who you'd grown incredibly close to, a man who you were to marry.

Unfortunately, the cold band did not go unnoticed by the youngest Todoroki either. He flinched away from it in confusion. He was peering down at it in a clear face of disdane.

"Y/n?" It sounded more of a warning than a question. Like a desert, your words had dried out in your troat. Your mind only drew blanks. How were you going to explain that you were to marry his brother?

The sound of the door creeking open tore your attention from one another.

"Hey, little brother, finally decided to make a comeback." An apparent scowl was on full display on Dabi's face as he walked into the room, a white paper bag in hand, letters decortating the bag displaying the name of your favorite restaurant.

"Touya? What are you doing here?"

"Bringing food for my Fiance." He said nonchalantly. Oh, how you wanted to smack him square in the face. The atmosphere changed into a hostile one. Shoto's eyes looked as if they were to pop out of his head at the moment.

"Fiance?" He asked blankly. His face was fully corrupted with anger and confusion.

"Yep, you can ask the old man about more details, but after you graduate this little cutie is gonna be the next Mrs. Touya Todoroki." Your mouth hung open, every word of of Dabi's mouth was laced with venom. He wanted nothing more than to crawl under his perfect little brother's skin.

"What the hell is going on? Y/n?" He looked at you for any sort of answer, he hoped you'd just laugh it off as a joke. A hilarious way to make him feel awful for what had happened, but when you gave no such indication of a joke he knew. This was real.

"I.." You couldn't speak. No string of words that formed in your brain were coherent. There was nothing you could say that would fix the situation. Of course, you had to tell him all this eventually, but this was way too soon.

"Someone explain what the hell is going on?" A deep growl came from Shoto as he glared daggers at Dabi.

"Why don't you leave Shoto, Y/n needs to rest. She doesn't need you here with your petty apologizes."

'Dabi." You let out a gasp at his words.

"You leave Touya. You have no part in this. Y/n is mine." The two men advanced at each other, getting into a fighting stance.

"Shoto, Dabi stop!" You pleaded with the two boys. The gap between them getting smaller, ready to use their quirks against each other at any minute. Shoto's right side had begun to cover in a thin sheet of frost, while the left began to heat up. Dabi, on the other hand, his aura turned dark as a blue glow emitted from his hands.

"Enough!" You shouted out, now using your quirk to gather any water from the room and using a technique to shape it as tentacles and pull both boys apart from each other.

"Dabi, Shoto and I are going to have to talk about this. This is sooner than I'd would have wanted, but It's going to happen." You huffed, at the dark hair colored boy, turning to Shoto, "we may have a lot of talk about, and you will get an explanation, but both of you need to control yourselves and not try to kill each other! Now can I please get discharged then we can go to Endavour and, he will explain everything because I'm, not wasting my breath talking about this whole bullshit anymore!" Wide eyes stared at you, as your voice rose in anger. You were annoyed, you couldn't seem to catch a break. You just wanted to disappear.

Pent up anger and frustration towards everything had been coming undone just by seeing Shoto.

"I'm so over this bullshit!" Never one to curse, never one to raise your voice, always the perfect little lady. The facade was coming undone.

"I can't catch a god damn break; when everything seems to be going okay another damn brick is thrown my fucking way. I'm just trying to get better, does no one care how I feel?" Your voice was getting louder by the second. A crowd of people, doctors, nurses, and even your fellow classmates were at your door.

"Does no one care I had no time to grieve? Does That asshole of a god damn man take pleasure in fucking with my future? Does my own family really care more about our god damn imagine than to let me actually live and be myself?" To be honest, eveyone had faded from your eyes. All you see was an empty red color as you continued to rage.

"Grieve?" The word played in Shoto Todoroki's head like a broken record. Grieving what? He asked himself.

You hadn't realized, but you were standing now, your water tentacles wrapped around the men's torsos tightening with your quirk.

"Doll, calm down now, please. It's getting a little too tight." Dabi struggled to attempt to wiggle out of the grip.

"Too tight!?" You know what's tight?" You yelped, hot tears falling from your cheeks. "This god damn burden, I have pushed my god damn chest inward. I'm going insane!"You cried, falling to the ground. You lost your control on your quirk, and the water splashed into the ground.

Shoto's mind was moving 50 miles a second in attempting to understand what was going on. Had you felt a burden for being engaged to his brother? Surely he knew his father was responsible, but why you had agreed to, he still coudn't understand. Nevertheless, he was first to rush to your side. Falling against his chest, you laid silent, letting your tears finish falling.

Crying, felt like the only thing you could do for these last months.

"Let's get you home. Okay, let's get you out of this place." Shoto whispered softly in your ear, brushing yout hair back so you can bury your face deeper in his chest. He couldn't lie, having you this close again, this made his heart sore.

Now Dabi could only stand and watch holding back his own emotions as the girl he'd come to love fell right back into the arms of the man you truly belonged with.

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pinkjeanist · 4 years

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I’d like to request something for the valentine event. Can I have a Reader x Dabi where the reader is infiltrating the league of villains to take them out from the inside. She’s kind of a natural caretaker though and always cleans up after the villains and reminds them to eat and sleep regularly just out of habit. Dabi ends up developing feelings for her and craves more attention and ends up falling for her. I guess the tropes are enemies to lovers and forbidden relationship. Thank you!

fire flower || dabi

a/n: the stuff i just churned out for this request doesn’t match what you wanted word for word, but i actually feel really good about how it came out! please accept the near-2,000 words as an apology!!!! also, the song i chose for this one is really chill and kinda-sorta gives me dabi vibes, i highly recommend listening to it!!! {valentine event} [masterlist and requests]

desc.: That night, you learned two things about Dabi: 1), he already knew that you were working for the heroes and didn’t really care, and 2), he sucks at flirting.

w/c: 1,863

“Anything new?” Hawks closes the door behind himself and watches you scale the room back and forth looking for supplies. You let out a sigh and kept your gaze away from him. These check-in’s were starting to make you more nervous with each passing one.

“Nothing.”

“You’re around one of them almost all the time. You’ve met Shigaraki, and you still don’t have anything?” You knew he wasn’t trying to be rude, but he had every right to be. You’d been under cover for three months with Hawks and had only given the heroes scraps to work with. But it wasn’t that you couldn’t get any information- you had a whole stockpile of data in the back of your mind- but it wasn’t anything too important. Or, at least, anything that was important in the moment. “The directors are getting angry.”

“I know they are, but I’m doing what I can,” You replied. You finally found the aid kit you were looking for deep in your wardrobe and set it on the bed. “There’s only so much I can get out of them without seeming suspicious.”

“They aren’t suspecting you. If anything, they should be suspecting me.” Hawks leaned against the door and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He was right- they’d probably be more assuming of a pro hero than some random healer they found on the street (or so they thought). “Look, you hang around Dabi a lot, right? You know he’s one of our biggest targets. He likes you. Get something out of him.”

“He doesn’t like me,” You argued, the fatigue leave your lungs with your voice. “He’s using me. All he needs me for are those scars of his.”

You finally looked up at Hawks to find a blank stare in return, which was never a good thing coming from him. It was the look he gave people when he was trying to read them- which really wasn’t good for you, seeing as how you currently harbored a lot of details you’d rather he didn’t know.

After a few long moments, he turned and left without so much as a goodbye, which was to be expected. You sighed again and began hauling your healing supplies to the main floor of the building, where you assumed Dabi had curled up with a drink as he waited for you to tend to his wounds- again. It was his fault for going out on missions instead of sending LIberation members to do his dirty work, but it was also your fault for worrying over him. It sounded ridiculous until you reminded yourself that he was the enemy.

When you arrived downstairs, you found Twice beaten all to hell and Toga standing over him, whispering amongst themselves. A nurse was tending to them already, but Dabi was nowhere in sight, and you could already tell that Twice had more than a few fractures.

“Where’s Dabi?” You asked, about to dismiss the other nurse.

“Oh, he’s over in that broom closet,” Toga gestured, seeming more than a little upset. “He used too much of his quirk and got himself burned, again.”

You sighed, and placed a hand on her shoulder. She seemed relatively unscathed, save for her torn-up knees. She really needed to stop wearing skirts on missions. “I should help Twice first…”

“No, go to him.” She wasn’t smiling, and deciding that the nurse was doing a good enough job, you complied. You’d probably find Twice and help him later, anyway.

You approached the closet and knocked gently, and not hearing a reply, you let yourself in to find Dabi with his back propped up against the shelves. He tensed as you closed the door behind you. His pants were torn and his legs were scratched up underneath, but his sleeves had been burned clear to his biceps, and the scarring had been wiped away to leave fresh wounds. It would scar deeper than it had before with the help of your quirk, but you worried about whether or not he could stand the healing process it would take to get there.

“I thought I told you not to be so hard on yourself,” You said, kneeling beside him and setting your kit aside. Most of the items in it wouldn’t do you much good, now. He didn’t reply as you pulled a liter of water from the kit (an element necessary to making your quirk work) and watched as he visibly flinched. “I’ll try to be gentle. Hold still as best as you can.”

You took a rag from the kit and stuffed it between his teeth before uncapping the water and slowly beginning to pour it up the expanse of his injuries. He huffed and shook, but refused to make any sound. When you finished, you briefly took the rag from his mouth as he was left panting.

“I’m gonna have to touch you.”

“…I know.”

“It’s gonna hurt.”

“…I know.”

You sighed to yourself and carefully stuffed the rag back between his teeth. With a weight settling heavily on your chest, you took him by his burnt hands and activated your quirk.

When you heard a knock at your door that evening, you almost expected it to be Hawks, until you remember that he did most of his sneaking that late at night. Instead you opened it to find Dabi, leaning against your doorframe, a rather expensively-seeming bottle of wine hanging at his side. His arms were wrapped in bandages, but you were sure he didn’t need them hours after you’d put them on him.

You swallowed. “I’ve got plenty of wine, thanks.”

“Oh, no, this is for me. I just wanna talk.”

You felt your chest tighten. Had he overheard something? How much did they know? Where was Hawks? And then, against your goodwill, your heart had the audacity to reply, “He wouldn’t hurt you. You’re practically one of them, anyway.”

So, you stepped back and let him inside instead of lying that you were too tired or something of the like, and he made a languidly-paced beeline for your seldom-used balcony. He opened the wine, and you hurried to get the glasses from the cupboard.

When you emerged onto the balcony, he’d already been drinking generously from the bottle, but took the wine glass, anyway. He poured your drink and took one last drink before using his glass properly. “You’re lookin’ radiant tonight, sweetheart.”

You felt the heaviness leave your chest with a sigh, replaced with a different kind of weight. It was a weight that pressed downward but didn’t choke, and kissed your lungs until you blushed. “Did you come all the way up here just to flatter me?”

“Ah, well, gotta butter you up, somehow.” He poured more wine into your glass as if to prove his point. “You are lookin’ fine, though. Deadass.”

“Um. Thanks.” You drank enough wine at once to be deemed “socially improper” at his “compliment.” God, he infuriated you. He irked at you and picked at your heart until it felt full. And sad. You couldn’t look at Dabi without being sad. “What did you wanna talk about?”

“What, is this not enough?”

“If you just wanted to flirt with me, you wouldn’t be trying to get me tipsy.”

He humphed. “Yeah, seems right. Well, anyway, I just…had a question.” He poured himself more wine to his already half-full glass. The both of you would run out in minutes, at this rate.

He leaned against the railing. “Now, I know that you’re only here because we’re paying you, and because you’re working for Hawks and all-”

“What does that mean?” You inquired, hand tightening around the glass. “”Because I’m working for Hawks?””

“It means, I know you’re working for him and the heroes, but in your case, I really couldn’t care less. Care to know why?”

You shake your head, but he smirks and continues, anyway: “He isn’t in the circle. He never was. He’s been giving us intel on the heroes and we’ve been giving him bullshit in return, and he’s taken every bit of it back to wherever the hell he came from. But you- I’ve given you every bit of information you need to tear down our entire League, and you’re still here.”

You look up at him and swallow. “You’re testing me.”

“I already did. And congrats, you passed!” He poured more wine into my glass. “Now, my question, which I’m sure you’re gonna be thrilled to hear: when are you gonna stop pretending to be one of them?”

Your hand tightened around your glass. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t bullshit me, now. I know you.”

“You don’t know the first thing about me.”

“I don’t have to know someone’s tragic little backstory or whatever to know how they act, what they want. You want to be here. And really, I want you here, too.” He stepped into my space, and I felt my nerves shoot up at the sudden closeness, though not so much out of fear. “I like you. The others like you too, but that’s not the point, right now.”

“I thought that was the point, seeing as how you’re trying to recruit me.”

“Well now, I’m trying to woo you, so shut up.” You found yourself huffing in amusement, even as your hands trembled around your glass. He was looking at you so intently you could feel his heat, his passion, and you burned beneath it. It was intoxicating, and worrying, and suffocating. “You know, I’ve been watching you for a while, now.”

“Oh, I figured.”

“Shh. Anyway, you look pretty cute, running around trying to save our asses every time we come home a little more than bruised. Especially my ass. I also like it when you wear that perfume, the uh, the flowery one, the…”

“…the cherry blossom one, yeah.”

“Yeah, the cherry blossom one. It really adds to that sensation your quirk gives me. I’m addicted to your quirk, by the way. It suits that pretty face of yours.”

“You suck at flirting.”

“But it’s working, isn’t it?” He downed half of his glass with a smirk, and you shift your feet at the weight of his words.

His bandaged hand reached up to rest on the side of your jaw as if he were about to pull you close, but after standing there for a few long moments, he suddenly turned and walked back towards the room to your bedroom.

A part of you panicked. “Where are you going?”

He set his wine on the nightstand before he threw himself down in your bed and grabbed the remote to your television. “Netflix.” He grabbed his wine again and glanced at you over the rim. “Won’t you be joining me? I think I need my bandages checked, after all.”

He knew damn well you didn’t need to check his bandages, and you knew damn well what he wanted. But you also knew what you wanted, and you also knew that you’d sank too deep into this pit you’d dug for yourself to climb back out of it.

He really was a pain in your ass.

#dabi x reader #bnha dabi #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha hawks #mha hawks #mha twice #himiko toga #reader insert

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alitaimagines · 4 years

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“Hi can you write Hispanic reader taking Dabi to meet their huge family at their family party where there’s judgmental tias and a grandma who like your too skinny you need to eat.”

dabi x fem! reader

fandom: my hero academia / boku no hero academia

note / song recommendation: so basically my family, right?? if my grandma seen dabi irl, there’d be two plates of tamales and a bowl of posole at the ready. at least she did that with my last bf. / la cuichi - banda la alterada, dos botellas de mescal - los morros del norte

You were curling your last bit of hair as Dabi sat on the couch, munching on whatever he found the pantry. He was nervous, he couldn’t lie. Dabi was meeting your family for the first time and although he never mentioned it, deep down inside, he was scared.

Dabi never seen himself in such a situation as he is now but he really liked you and didn’t want to fuck it up by not getting off on the right foot with your family. You on the other hand were excited that your family was finally meeting your first serious boyfriend.

You gave him the rundown. Say hello to all of you family members, remembering to hug your mom and grandmother as well as accepting the beer your uncles offered him. It was simple enough!

“Dabi, are you ready?” You screamed from the bathroom. “We need to pick up the cake before we get to the party!”

He laughed. “I’ve been ready for the last hour and a half, babygirl!” You rolled your eyes as you left the bathroom and slipped the heels on. Dabi bit his lip as he watched put on perfume.

“Remind me, what is this for again?” “It’s my cousins quince, it’s basically a welcome to womanhood party. I was the godmother of ordering and picking up the cake and it should be ready any minute!”

You smacked his butt as an implication to head out the door. He growled as he smacked yours back. The two of you got into your car as you started to fix the tie he totally didn’t want to wear.

“Okay, did you put the gift in the back seat?” Dabi nodded. “Great, now off to the bakery for the cake and after that, we should head to the party.” Dabi nodded again as he pulled out of the driveway to your house.

You got the cake safely to the party as you were instructed to leave it in your car until they decided to cut it. You got out of the car and grabbed the gift as you walked up to Dabi and fixed his tie once more.

“Okay, you ready to meet them?” You asked. Dabi chuckled before giving you a quick kiss. “I’m ready for anything. Are they ready to meet me?” You slapped his arm jokingly as you slipped your hand into his and walked in.

As Dabi walked into the venue, he noticed all of your family members staring right at him. Suddenly Dabi realized why you fretting over him so much. You gave a kiss on the cheek to all of your aunts, as you shook hands with your uncles. Dabi doing the same after you.

“What’s his name?” One of your aunts asked. You gave her a smile before saying a quick goodbye and silently thanking the air that your sister suddenly called you over. “Hey, mom wanted to know if you brought tongs for the tacos they’re making!” You nodded as you dug into your purse and whipped the smallest pair you had.

Dabi gave you a bewildered look, totally not realizing that you had a pair of tongs shoved into your purse. “Want to say hi to my grandmother? She’s been nagging for me to introduce you to her.” Dabi laughed as you grabbed his hand and led him to the kitchen where your grandmother and a few of your siblings were.

“Hey!” You screamed as you got everyones attention. Your siblings waved at you. They had already met Dabi a few months ago. The only one left was your grandma who was always busy when you tried to have her over.

Your grandma immediately stared at Dabi before analyzing his entire body. “You’re far too skinny, don’t you feed him, ( your name )?” Your grandma asked. You immediately covered your face as Dabi couldn’t stop laughing.

“Yeah, don’t you feed me?” He taunted. You slapped the back of his leg with your foot as your grandma immediately scolded you for hitting him. “The food should be ready any minute. Go find a table so you can finally feed him.” You immediately nodded as you booked it out of the kitchen.

The two of you looked at each other as the look of relief washed over your face. “That went well! I think it could’ve gone a lot worse.” Dabi chuckled as he still could feel the eyes of your aunt on him. “I don’t think your aunts liked me though.” He whispered.

“Who cares? They’re always just a bunch of chismosa’s, anyway. I can already hear it in my head, “Why isn’t she married to someone in our culture?” and “He doesn’t even look right here!”. What matters is that I wanted you here and everyone else can fuck off.” You ranted as you sat at one of the tables, farthest from your aunts.

Dabi stared at you, not expecting that answer from you. “You said married, I didn’t know we were married!” You slapped his arm again as he pretended to act as if it hurt. “You get what I mean.”

Before he could respond, your grandmother screamed that everything was ready to eat. Dabi stared at all the food choices. Posole, tamales, two different kinds of caldo, and carne con chile.

“What are you in the mood for? It better be spicy because from the looks of it, everything is spicy.” Dabi picked up a bowl and poured himself the green posole before picking up another plate and putting some kind of meat on it.

The two of you got back to the table where your siblings and a few of your cousins were sitting at. “Hey man, do you want a beer?” One of you cousins asked.

Dabi knew he couldn’t say no. “Sure.” He responded. Your cousin nodded as he handed him two Corona’s. Dabi wasn’t much of a drinker but from the looks of it, you were.

You had already downed half a bottle of Modelo without him realizing. The rest of the dinner was spent not talking, just everyone stuffing their faces with food until everyone looked like they were ready to blow up.

“I don’t think I’ve ever eaten this much.” Dabi groaned as he felt like his pants were about to pop. You laughed as you took a sip from your beer. “Honestly, I can bet you any money that there’s still food to be served.” Dabi gave you a look as he heard your grandma scream that another portion of food was ready.

This time around, it was potato salad and tacos. “Baby, I don’t think I can eat anymore.” You gave him a look. “I know there’s room for at least one taco.” Dabi thought for a moment before looking down at the plate of tacos that your mom had brought you.

“I guess you’re right.”

The two of you dived back into the food along with your family before you could scolded that you left most of the food on the plate. This time, Dabi felt as if he was ready to throw up from how much he had eaten.

Your cousin whipped out a bottle of Lime Jose Cuervo from underneath the table. “Here, pass these around!” He asked you as you took out the shot glasses from the case he had them in and handed one to everyone except Dabi who offered to be the DD on the way back home.

“Come on! Just one, as an initiation to the family!” You cousin said as threatened your cousin to only give him one shot before he was cut off. He poured the Jose Cuervo into everyones glasses before counting down and having everyone chug it down.

Dabi had never seen you so in your element before but as you continued to drink with your family, he was able to tell that this wasn’t the first time you had drank that way.

Halfway through the bottle of Corralejo Tequila, Dabi noticed you were already on the verge of getting blacked out drunk. You were singing into an empty bottle of Corona as “Ando Bien Pedo” starting playing. You had your arm around your cousin, who was equally as drunk, and started singing with him.

“Don’t worry about her. She gets like this with my brother and my other sister all the time. Just make sure she doesn’t hit herself on the sink again.” Your sister whispered into his ear. “Also, she might wake up in the morning drinking water like she hasn’t drank any in years so I would stop at a store and stock up on Gatorade if I were you.”

Dabi nodded as he watched you dancing in a circle with your family who was already drunk out of their mind. He could tell that you wanted to keep drinking but your mom was already cutting you off.

“Cake, oh my god, Dabi! I want cake!” You begged as he looked at your only sober sister for help. “No, you’ve had enough. Go get some water before you throw up all over this table.”

You gave your sister a look before sauntering yourself over to the table where the left over cake was. “What did she say? No cake!” Dabi exclaimed as he grabbed your hand and led you back to the table.

“I think we should head home before you think of drinking anymore.” Dabi said as he watched a bit of your family starting to leave. “No! I don’t want too!” You exclaimed. “I don’t care.” He whispered into your ear. “We’re heading out. I know if I don’t get her home, I’ll be playing doctor tomorrow morning.” Dabi told your sister.

She nodded as she helped Dabi buckle you into the car. You were still in the seat dancing to the music that was playing inside of the venue. Dabi said a quick goodbye to all of your family members before making sure to take a bucket on his way out and putting it on your lap.

“If you feel the need to throw up, throw up into this bucket.” Dabi instructed as you hugged the bucket and put your head on the car window.

The ride back home was spent with you babbling about nonsense. As soon as you stepped inside of your apartment, Dabi helped you out of your dress and basically leaving you in your undergarments. If he was taking care of you all night, he was going to indulge himself at least a little bit.

He put the bucket on your side of the bed as he took off his clothes and slipped in next to you. “I love you!” You sang into Dabi’s ears. Dabi laughed as he gave you a kiss. “I love you too, now go to sleep.” Dabi stated.

You giggled as you shut your eyes and before he knew you, you were passed out. Overall, Dabi knew he got the approval of those he needed too. Even though you weren’t looking for your family to approve of him, it comforted him knowing that your family accepted him.

ALITA

#boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia imagine #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero imagine #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia imagine #mha #mha imagine #mha x reader #bnha #bnha imagine #bnha x reader #dabi imagine #Dabi #dabi x reader

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natsukitakama · 4 years

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Monster Tomura Shigaraki x reader

Author note : Okay about this one. I know I shouldn't but I could help myself but fell hard for the league of villains especially Dabi and Shigaraki. I hope you would enjoy it I'm still self-conscious about my writing so let me know if you enjoy this ! ♡ I somehow got inspire by two songs : Meg Myers Desire and an ost from the movie Joker called Call me joker if you want to know where everything came from.

Before we started, let me reminds you this relationships is TOXIC please be careful. I picture Shigaraki to be a kind of Yandere especially if he falls in love with someone considering the type of childhood he had. No one should treat you the way he will in this story, you’re precious and deserve someone who’ll be able to take care of you properly.

Warning : Toxic relationship / Mention of blood and violence / Kinda smut / Shigaraki manipulate Reader’s mind / Spoiler-free

Words counting : 5576

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A dark side, You always felt like it, sometimes it was as if you could touch it. You knew it, deep down, you knew some dark instincts were sleeping waiting to be used. But you always managed to keep it down no matter what. Sometimes you struggled though. People were so annoying, always yelling, complaining, screaming, and for what ? Nothing. It pissed you off, you couldn’t count how many time you wished you could just shut them for good. Your quirk was a destructive one, a weapon that’s how people would call you if they found out. But they won’t. You worked too hard for them to find out your secret. For now you were just a nice human being working as a nurse to survive. That’s all mattered for you : survive. You weren’t that introvert person who weren’t comfortable with people, in fact you were kinda talkative and pretty good with people. You just couldn’t see their behavior, most of the times they were so selfish so violent and for what ? Nothing just a selfish reason to justify their fierceness. You always hated people who fought for nothing for instance you couldn’t see villains.

But that’s what before you met him. You knew he was trouble, you knew it could be dangerous he was a monster just like you. Maybe that why you were attracted to him in the first place ? You met Shigaraki by coincidence. You were walking home when you found a man laying down, he seemed in pain judging by the whole blood he was covered with. You lived in a « bad » city full of thugs but they were fine with you so were you ; but you knew better than getting involve in some of their business. Nonetheless, you couldn’t let that boy on the floor, it wasn’t ethical. What should you do ? Checking him won’t cause you any trouble right ? You were just acting as a normal citizen just being sure he wasn’t dying, beside not helping someone in needs is a crime.

So you just walked slowly in his direction trying to see anything who could confirm you his state. You caught his body slowly moving as he was breathing, he wasn’t dead that was a good thing. When you were finally closed enough to him you kneel down to have a better look at his body, you saw some marks on his necks probably because he scratched at it to help him going through his anxiety, then you caught some bruised on his back and a big wound on his side. That where the blood were coming you thought.

« Uh hello ? Could you hear me ? I-I saw you lying here on the floor, I’m nurse i can help you but I need to know what happen so i- »

You couldn’t even finish your sentence as the man was holding your wrist, you gasped not only because he scare you but also because he was holding you firmly it might give a you some bruises later. The you felt it, a pair of red eyes was looking at you deeply looking for any sign you might be a danger for him. As if you could read his mind you were gently putting your other hand in the air.

« It’s okay like I say I’m nurse. I won’t hurt you if I wanted you I could just let you down the floor emptying from your blood. My name is Y/N »

The man above you was still holding your wrist with four of his fingers and you wonder why he didn’t hold you with all of his fingers. But before you could ask him anything, he let your wrist down and managed to lay on his back so his front body was full in front of you.

« Alright you don’t want to give me your name that’s fine. May I have your consent to examine your body ?

Why would you ask that ?

Excuse me ?

It’s not like I could anything so just do your thing

Exactly you’re in « weak position » and I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of it so may I touch ?

Whatever do your thing doc’ »

Chuckling for his shyness (at least what you took for shyness), you took his shirt and proceed to raise it until you could finally have a look at his whole chest. He was pretty slim despite his muscle, you were worried he didn’t eat as much as he had to. You’ll probably buy him so foods later. Examining his white body you finally found that wound you were looking for.

« Damn it’s pretty deep how did you get that ?

...

I see not very talkative right ? But I need to know if there any chance you might some bullet in it

Glass

What ?

I fell from a window so I might have some glasses in my body

Alright let me see have a look, just be sure to take a deep breath I’m not gonna lie it’s going to be painful. If it’s too painful let me know

Don’t think just do your job doc’ »

So did you. Being the cautious one, you always be sure to have some tools on you just in case you need to take something away from your body. Luckily today, you got your ultrasound with you : well it wasn’t your ultrasound but you needed one and it wasn’t like someone would notice. It was a probe with a long wire and in the end they were some usb who could be linked to your phone. You quickly linked everything and use it on his body, so you were able to vibrate through his body looking for anything suspicious. Then you found it, 3 pieces of glasses one was close to his pancreas while two were moving around kidney. You needed to work quickly otherwise it might damaged his body.

« Okay Hon’ I found three pieces of glasses on your body I’m about to cut you here and here to take them off. Again it might be painful I’ll try to be quick but please tell me if you can’t take it

God, are you always talking that much ?

Only when I’m the one doing the whole talk hon’

Stop calling me Hon’

Give me your name then

Then it’s Hon’ I’m healing you so I’m giving you a nickname

Whatever just do it quickly »

Again you did as he said. You took advantage of the previous wound from his side to take glasses who were close to his kidney. You did everything to be as quickly as possible, during your whole surgery he barely moved as if was used to it. You couldn’t help but feel bad for him, he noticed your expression but say nothing about it. Then after taking the first two glasses you managed to clean his wound and then stitched it.

« Alright Hon’ just one missing are you alright ?

Less talking more surgery »

You chuckled, and then processed to keep going. The last was one was a struggle, it was moving around his pancreas, in addition you have to be careful about his whole digestive system. With a deep breath you cut slowly, just enough to work, and then you moved your pliers around his body looking for the missing glass. A couple of minute later you finally took it and removed it. Again, you clean his wound and stitched it. Unfortunately you didn’t have anything who could be use as a bandage.

« Alright Hon’ I’m done with the cut things, you shouldn’t lose any blood now. I found some bruise on your back and neck should I see it ?

No.

Are you sure about it ?

...

Okay. Well, I don’t have anything I could use as a bandage should I take you to my house ?

Why would you do that ?

Well you can’t just walk with some fresh wound, you might catch some germs

I’ll be fine now just leave

I can’t

Why not ? You just have to stand up and then move your legs pretty simple for a doc’ am I right ?

That’s not about that Hon’ but you looked very tired, I can’t let you walk on your own

Told you I’ll be fine someone is about to catch me

Uh ? There anyone here I lived here those guys aren’t about to help you

Not talking about them

Then who ?

Don’t ask something you might regret »

Before you could ask anything, you saw some big dark hole coming right besides Hon’ boy. The fact that he didn’t seem scared or even surprised should give you any clues about who he truly was, but still you tried to catch him before he walked through it, screaming « wait » your hand was so closed and yet so far. The last thing you saw was him looking at you right into your eyes before vanishing. In a blink of an eye it was as if nothing happened, you felt quite dumb for laying here on the floor. Helping a man without knowing who he was, he could have been dangerous but you couldn’t careless. Something about him really mesmerized you. Maybe was it love maybe were you just desperate. Anyway, it wasn’t like you could do much about it so you just stood up and walked into your house hoping everything would be fine. Hoping you won’t regret what you’ve done.

You couldn’t be more wrong. Since you helped that man you started to feel strange a bit dizzy sometimes too. As if someone was watching you, stalking you, checking you. Even in your own house you started to feel as if someone was watching you. At first you thought you were being paranoid, you’ve been in your city since a long time and you have never been attacked before. But still, something was definitely wrong but it wasn’t like you could do anything about it. So you just let it go.

The truth is, since the day you met Tomura he never stopped thinking about you. At first, he was scoffing at the memory of you trying to be buddy with him, then he remembered how careful you were with him even when you were trying to take those glasses away from his body. You always worked hard to not hurt him. He loved the way you seemed to acknowledge him while he has difficulty to do it himself. He couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful you were covering from his blood as you were taking care of him, how you smiled when he cracked some jokes (even if he was deadly serious when he talked to you). And then he started to dream about you especially the way you touched him, how soft you fingers was against his dry skin, how sweet your voice sounded even during such a terrible situation. Before he could even noticed, Tomura was addicted to you and he needed more interaction with you. He craved for it, he felt like if he didn’t he might go crazy (as if he wasn’t crazy enough). So yeah, maybe some nights he went into your house (how did he find where you live is a mystery), he may install some cameras on areas he was sure he won’t notice. Without noticing, you give him more information than he needed to find you. But he wanted to do it smoothly or he might scare you, even if the idea of kidnapping you was stuck in his minds, Tomura knew he would be more than useful to persuade you to join him. He could torture you if you needed it but he believed he won’t have to do it judging by the way you looked at him.

So he started to stalk you to own as many informations as he needed : your schedule, your friends, who could be an obstacle , etc. Anything that might help him getting close to you. His plan was simple : making you fall in love with him or at least being important to your life, to the point you couldn’t think on leaving him. At some points he might need some dirty information about you anything that he could use against you (without noticing if course even if the prospect of kidnapping you was still an option to him). Honestly they were nothing he won’t do for you. Quite quickly he got some habits with you, every week at least once a week, he met you in the same spot you two have met the very first time. He was always seeing you at the same place, pretending suffering from something. And you being the nice little nurse you were, you couldn’t leave that poor boy so you took him in your house because it was more convenient for you (you thought, but he did everything to force you to take him on your house). And this, is how you fall into hell began.

After seeing him so many times, you started to develop some feelings for him. Sure the man wasn’t what you could call attractive (even if you really appreciate his hair curled) but you couldn’t help but find him handsome. There were something about him, maybe that aura who irradiate from his body, the way he acted so dominant and yet sometimes so breakable as if you could hurt him by just touching him. His voice too, you couldn’t count how many you dreamt about it, the way he would talk to you, how your body would respond at his whisper ; and his hands for an odd reason you never stopped dreaming about them : would he put it on your throat while fucking you ? Would be that kind of man who grabbed your hips until bruised them ? How would they feel on your cheeks ? Days after days you were dreaming about him, lusting about him and sometimes you were day dreaming about dating him : would he love cuddling you while looking a movie ? Was he the type of man who laid on the couch so you couldn’t use him as a pillow ? But, you weren’t idiot, you knew the man was troubled you read the newspaper you heard about him on the TV. He was a part of the groups of people who worked against hero, what was their name again ? Yeah, the League of villains. Sounds really cool. At this time you knew it, you were addict to him.

He was a dangerous man, he could kill you in a minute if he wanted too ; but he never did and you couldn’t explain why but you knew he would never hurt you. What « bothered » you, is the fact that you couldn’t really catch him : the man was unpredictable every time you thought you started to understand him he did something that surprised you. For exemple, the night you finally let him going into your house, even if you knew that could be dangerous, you thought he would just sat down while you were taking care of him. And for a couple of minutes that’s what he thought, after being stitched he puts his hand on your shoulder (you were afraid you might start to decay but he put 4 fingers on your arm) and the next thing you knew you felt his lips on yours. The kiss was very deep, as he was starving and was finally able to eat properly. Your bottom lips was between his teeth as he was bitting it softly just enough to make you moan so his tongue could find a way into your mouth. Not knowing what to do you, you just closed you eyes while your arms was around his neck, one of your hand stroking his hair ; when it came to him, his hand on your shoulder never moved but his other find his way into your back putting you against his body. His tongue never stopped moving, it first explored your mouth and then found your tongue starting a movement : up and down against yours as if to mimic the movement of his hips against yours. Just when your body started to move against his, Tomura’s lip left yours, the kiss last couple of minutes but you were already a blushing mess : He took a moment to appreciate the sight in front of him and then swept with the back of his hand the saliva from his mouth. He didn’t mean to kiss you, but the smell of your perfume, your slight touch on his body was enough to trigger his dark instinct, in fact he didn’t think, he just let his body do what he has to do and it felt amazing. The feeling of your tongue against his, your hand on his hair, your chest against his, everything felt far too good and he knew they weren’t turning back. He wanted to own you, your body and your spirit everything from you should be his. But it was soon, far too soon to take you. For now, he needed a motive something would make you loose your mind. Cause for now you were too aware, you wanted to help him but he knew you didn’t trust him. He couldn’t blame you, after all he did a lot of things and was about to do a lot of more. He needed you by his side, but you won’t do something like this, not when you have so many things to lose. Tomura will work on that, he already knew how to do it. He is about to put you into a situation where all you could do was following him.

Before that, he would taste you a little longer just because he wanted to. So he did, for a couple of days he just walked into the same spot claiming he needed to be taking care of, while all he did was making out with you. You won’t complain about it, you’ve been daydreaming about it a lot while touching yourself lately (he knew it thanks to his camera), so he knew he could touch you easily. But that would be too easy. He knew he had to wait until he could make his plan. That didn’t stop him from visiting you during your night, using kurogiri’s power to go into your room, sometimes it was just to see you sleep, sometimes he would stroke your hair. But then, he started to steal some of your things like a pantie, sometimes you swore you felt someone into your bed moving against you (it was him hugging you from behind, taking advantage of it to smell your perfume). It was enough, he wanted you by his side and he wanted it now : his plan was about to begin.

One day, you found Tomura at the same spot than before. Knowing that his bruises were just an excuse to see you, you weren’t that scared when you found him laying on the floor. You did start to freak out when you noticed the blood coming from his body. That couldn’t be … He couldn’t be dead. Running as if you life depend on it, you quickly catch the small figure of your beloved. His face pale far too pale than usual, his breath was slow as if he was struggling to breath, you were looking for any cut but you find nothing : he only had bruised all over his body. Tears were rolling into your chest, as you were looking for any sign that Tomura was alive. You blamed yourself for feeling so overwhelmed, for fuck sake you were a training nurse you should get that. But still you were far too afraid by the thought of loosing him.

« Tomu’ can you hear me ? I need to know what happen, I can’t find any cut on your body

I-I was looking for you but those men wouldn’t let me go … They said I was dangerous to you, I should leave you … Before I could realize they beat the shit out of me

What men ?

Those one who live on the same building as yours »

It was as if your mind was shutting down. You couldn’t think your body did all the work. You asked Tomura if he knew where they were going and then you took him into your apartment, you took care of his bruise and asked him to wait for you. He acted like he was shocked (but in truth he was turned on by your change of behavior and couldn’t wait to see what you’re going to do). Then you walked. Again, you couldn’t think about the situation you just walked into those bastards, those one who thought they could hurt your beloved. You hated them, you never hate anyone until now. They need to pay for what they’ve done, and they will. You started to walk quickly as you remembered when those bastard used to chill, some empty garden.

Good you thought

Streching your body just a little bit, you started to walk slowly trying to not make any sounds. Your quirk gave us the ability of creating any weapon as long as you did experienced the shape of it. You were lucky, living into a shithole full of thugs and working as a nurse give you plenty of shape you were more than happy to use against those bastards. Crouching your body, you walked slowly behind threes counting your target : 1,2,3 … 8. There were 8 brassards who’re going to die tonight. You walked into the first one, it was smoking peacefully as if it didn’t beat Tomura couple hour ago. Shink, using your quirk you were able to create one knife, and use it to cut his neck right into his carotid artery, one of your hand was into his mouth to shut him. Then you walked into the second one, it was standing probably trying to pee. Shink, your knife went right into his chest, again, again and again, eight times to be exact while your other hand was again on his mouth so he won’t make any noise. Only six left. Number 3 and 4 were killed quite easily, you used your quirk to create a sword so you could behead number 3 and then cut both of number 4 legs. Unfortunately it screamed too loud, but that’s okay you could manage 4 targets.

« Y/n what are you doing here ?

What does it look like ?

Y-You can’t be serious right ? Why do you do that ?

You hurt someone I cared about you need to pay for that

What ? N-No we never - Eh put that thing down OI -»

Number four couldn’t talk anymore as you slide your sword right into his mouth, slowly so he could go through his head. You were looking right into those 4 targets left, they were shocked, some of them are scared but you couldn’t careless. They’re going to pay. So you ran into them, creating two swords fighting against us. Fortunately, the garden wasn’t very lit so they weren’t seeing you like they waned to. But you, you were used to darkness you could see it at least you saw more than them. Two of them died because of a cut on their neck, they emptied themselves from their blood. Only two left. Quickly not giving them time to adjust, you cut number 7’s legs and started to work with number 8. He was tough, really big, you couldn’t just cut him. Instead you focused on something really sharpe, but no one every hurt with something like an axe. You had no choice but fight him, trying to cut every sinew so his body would fall easily. Then when he was on the ground, not able to move, you start to beat him with your hand : one puch, two punch, again and again. At this time, his face was absolutely crushed but it wasn’t enough. You took your knife, looking at the whole mess, and then started to cut his Chest until your hand could go through looking for something in particular. Then you grabbed it and took it away from his body, you could hear number seven screaming : you took number 8’s heart and process to squeeze it.

« Pathetic

W-Why are you doing that, I’m sorry I didn’t want to hurt you

Hurt me ? You’ve never done something of that sort

But why ?

Like I said you hurt Tomura

But he is one who as-

Shh there no need to talk

They will know … someone would know

Oh yeah ? Dead people can’t talk I’m afraid »

With that, you put one hand on number seven’s neck and squeeze it while putting number 8’s heart in his mouth to suffocate him. It took you 5 minute to shut him down for good. Then you stand up, your body full of blood, surrounded by dead people. You smiled, they finally paid. Tomura was here not far away from you, looking at you. He won’t lie, he found you very hot, and was glad he asked those idiots to hurt him. Couple of bruises some cash were nothing in comparison of what you’ve done. It was worth it.

Then you woke up, or at least you felt as if you were waking up from a weird dream : those one when you felt as if you were aware of everything but at the same time you knew you were in dream ; except you weren’t dreaming. Judging by those bodies laying on the floor covered with bloods, their bloods. You did it, you actually murdered all of them, but they deserved it right ? They hurt your precious one, they hurt him for no reason so they had to learn a lesson and they did, the worst way. Slightly you started to feel it, your body was shaking adrenaline was gone by now. And you realized, you killed them you took life from people. Asshole. They deserve it. They hurt what was yours. Slowly, as you were clearing your mind your body decided to work on his own and you throw. As if your body rejected this action, but they did deserve it right ? You shouldn’t throwing right know, you shouldn’t crying, shouldn’t shaking while wishing everything was just a bad nightmare. They were bad people they deserved it.

Your body was now covering with blood, your hands, your clothes even your bones their no inch of your skin who weren’t covered with blood : their bloods. You killed those mans. One look at your left hand, the one who took the heart away from one of those man, you swore you could still feel the heart on your hand. You could feel it, it was sticky, though but soft at the same time especially when you squeeze it. It was sick, you were sick. Then, you heard it, some footsteps coming right into your direction : you thought it was hero or the police; but your weren’t afraid in fact you were pretty calm despite the tears rolling into your face, you felt relax as if killing those people triggered something in you. Were you a psychopath ? Were you calm because to you those kills were justified ? Someone was walking into your direction and then stop right in front of you : it was him.

« Tomu ? »

Your whole body starting to shake, would he be disgusted by you ? After all he never asked you to kill those men. Would he leave you on your own ? Without noticing you were by now on your knees looking at his figure, it seemed like god was now in front of you. Not noticing the huge bulge in front of you, you were far too focused on him. He was glooming. He said nothing, he was just looking at you smirking : this went far from his expectative and to be honest he never felt so proud of himself. Seeing you killing those man, beating the shit out of them, again and again, your body and your curve covered from blood, your eyes full of rage and anger, the fact that you did everything because of him. He couldn’t help but feel turned on. You were by far his bigger achievement. Tomura kneeled down in front of you, still not saying a single word his smirk never left his lips but you didn’t notice. You were focusing on his eyes, his expression looking for anything that would prove his disgust. But you found nothing. Instead, you felt his hand on your cheeks stroking it with four of his fingers and then he put it on your shoulder.

As the first time you two have kissed, he pulled you against his body but this time he moved you on his laps. Then he started to kiss your face, especially your cheeks wet from your tears and then moving from your lips. He gave you the same hungry kiss you got the first time. Again and again, his hands were moving from your hips to under your shirt, slowly taking of your clothes. You bare skin was now in front of his eyes, as he started to kiss your jaw and then slowly moving into your neck finding your sweet spot : kissing it, bitting it. Turning on by your softly moan coming from your mouth, you shouldn’t do it but you couldn’t help but being turned on. His lips went now into your chest, giving the same treatment as before : kissing it slowly, bitting it and then licking it. Your hand not moving from his hair, your eyes shut by the pleasure growing up into your stomach.

« Dont

What ?

You hear me don’t you dare close your eyes, I want you to look at me »

So you did, but it was a struggle especially when Tomura took one of your nipple into his mouth to suck it as if his life depends on it. Your eyes moved everywhere, despite the grim scene in front of you : fulls of dead bodies, the smell of blood everywhere you couldn’t help but feeling even more turned on. After all you did it, your body was immaculate from their blood or so you thought. Though, you never felt so pure before, probably because Tomura was kissing each part of your body. Busy by your whole body being pleasured, you didn’t notice that you went now fully naked laying on the blood. You should be disgusted cause your back was covered from blood, but no, the sight of Tomura bitting your tight was too hot for you and when he moved into your intimate part you thought you would collapse. Everything felt so good, far too good you even started to cry. Shouldn’t you be crying from what you’ve done instead of the pleasure you got from Tomura ? Your brain couldn’t process what’s happening, but you couldn’t careless not when Tomura was giving licking at your sex, not when was giving you the attention you ever craved in your dream. Pleasure was began far too intense for you and you felt yourself coming, screaming, crying his name while he never stopped pleasuring you. And then again, you found yourself on his lap and before you could even react he was fully inside of you.

« That’s it… God you take me so well »

He started to move, he started to thrust into you so deeply. Fucking you on his lap, surrounding by bloods, organs, and dead bodies ; the sight of you riding him, crying from pleasure was a pure bliss. He wished he could last forever but pleasure had a cost. He quickened his pace, he tried to be deeper, trying to take every inch of you. But he knew what’s about to come, and he couldn’t wait to impregnate you. Then, your head threw back as you were finally reaching heaven. The sight was enough to make Tomura come right into you but not before bitting your neck one last time. Magic. That’s what both of you felt.

When you were waking up from your bliss, you looked at Tomura your body now starting to shake again. How could have this happen ? Having sex here ? Into the place you murdered people hours ago ? Making love while you were surrounded by dead people ? Why are you smiling ? You shouldn’t do. But couldn’t contain yourself.

« You’re a monster Y/N »

Your breath hitched at the meaning of his word, that was true. You were a monster, you killed those peoples for no reasons, you gave in your urge and fuck with someone you should stay away from. Worst, you even fell in love with him and now you were afraid he might leave you. As if he could hear your thought, his hand went on your cheek forcing you to look right into his eyes. Again, you weren’t able to read his expression and it scared you.

« But that’s okay cause I’m monster too »

Relief went through your body, so he won’t leave you. You felt your smile being even bigger.

« You’re my monster Y/N you better remember that »

Nothing mattered to you, as long as you were with Tomura nothing could go wrong … Right ? In the end, he was what you always looking for or so you thought. You never felt so full and yet so empty. Finally someone could understand you, nothing mattered to you except Tomura, no emotions, no ethical, just you and Tomura. That’s all you need to live.

The end.

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People keep referencing the one chapter of you're NNWM, what happened??

Shigadabi, but my subconcious was shipping Spinnerdabi on main in retrospect/ Magnetmagic briefly

Song fic for Billie Eillish's Listen Before I Go

Last two chapters, needs a little context, but all the important stuff is explained

I'll also include the chapter after because I'd feel bad if I didn't

WARNING!! I'M VERY SERIOUS!! THERE IS A SUICIDE ATTEMPT HERE!! I EVEN TRIGGERED MYSELF WHILE WRITING THIS, AND THAT IS VERY RARE!! BE SMARTER THAN ME, AND MAKE SURE YOU'RE NOT SITTING ALONE IN A DARK HOUSE AFTER SKIPPING TWO MEALS!! HUG A PILLOW!! GET SOME WATER!! BE CAREFUL!! 💜

•Take me to the rooftop•

Tomura's asleep next to me, face still turned up to the stars. We've been up here for about two hours, but he finally fell asleep.

The promised celebration was nice. We had it as soon as I was well enough to be close to normal as I could, which only took about a week. They learned how to make a few things from what Hawks gave us before the battle, which I ended up eating some of to make them happy.

They did end up having to take me to Ujiko. My burns spread, now uneven again. He says he'll bring my aesthetic back next time I go in to get my staples fixed. I agreed. There will be no next time, after all.

•I wanna see the world when I stop breathing, turning blue•

After Tomura brought me up here, we simply talked. No unnecessary emotional dumps. No tears. No drama. Just simple things.

And now he lies next to me, a bandage he tied around his pinkie allowing him to grasp my hand in his own. It's nice, I'll admit. Breathing in the cool air as I sense his every small movement.

The stars are beautiful tonight. We snuffed the flame of our lantern, though that was nice too, just to see them better. The city lights make it so there aren't many, but it's still a good night for the sky.

•Tell me love is endless, don't be so pretentious•

Careful not to wake him, I carefully pry my hand from my boyfriend's. I'll do what I need to do, but I'd rather him not be awake for this. It's my time, no matter what.

I'm ready for the end, and apparently whoever it is that decides my fate agrees. All I can hope for is that Tomura doesn't blame himself when they find me dead on the sidewalk tomorrow.

What will they do? At least I'm not their leader, but I do still have an influence on the league. Even as useless as I am now, surely they'll still react.

Standing at the edge. It's coming. The end of it all. I'll never have to think about any of it ever again. The brutal training my father put me through. My mother going insane. Burning. Ujiko's experiments. The streets practically eating me alive. Giran's guidance into crime. Killing my father only a week ago.

•Leave me like you do•

The news has been all over the case. Endeavor and Hawks found dead. Witnesses say it was Dabi that killed them. Both burnt to a crisp, Hawks with half-grown-in wings.

Dabi's body hasn't been found, not even a trace. They think he might have burned too, that the black and purple flames seen from outside the wall of blue may have consumed him entirely, taking even his ashes with him.

•If you need me, wanna see me•

And they're right. Dabi's dead. Lost in the flames. Dabi carried rage and purpose, and all he stood for was taken with my piercings and my skin.

Touya died with his innocence, along with his weakness. And now Dabi has followed with all of his anger. Everything that fuelled him, that kept him going, is gone now. So now I am nameless.

•Better hurry 'cause I'm leaving soon•

I wonder what they'll do when I'm really dead. Will the news care? Or will it just pass by like anything else?

They certainly care about the rest of the Todorokis. The thoughts of my mother and siblings make more sense to me than my own at this point.

Rei Todoroki. Wife of Enji Todoroki. Recently released from the mental asylum. Deep in grief. She's planning the funeral for a month from the day of his death. Their deaths. She's set up a shrine for her late husband next to the front door, though reports say it's more for his identity as a hero than the shrine for her son.

•Sorry can't save me now•

Fuyumi Todoroki. The daughter of Enji Todoroki. She says she can't grasp that her brother is dead. She says she feels it in her soul that he isn't. That it's freeing, her father's death.

•Sorry I don't know how•

Natsuo Todoroki. The son of Enji Todoroki. He's avoided all reporters. Hasn't left his room since getting the news. His family says that he and Touya Todoroki used to be close, and Natsuo was elated to hear he wasn't dead. All that is gone now. That his only consolation is that his family is safe from the pro hero.

•Sorry there's no way out•

Shoto Todoroki. Son of Enji Todoroki. He's been busy with school, so not a lot of reporters have been able to talk to him, but his grades are suffering. UA is considering making him take a year off to focus on his mental health.

•But down•

The family as a whole is in general agreement. It's a tragedy to them. Both deaths. And while Endeavor may have had a negative influence on them in life, and they feel safer with him gone, they still mourn his death.

And while it's a painful blow that Touya has died again as Dabi, it is also a good thing. He had turned villain after all. It's for the best.

Well, I guess they'll really get what they wanted. Touya, Dabi, and whoever I am now are about to be long gone.

•Down•

What were my last moments with each of them? I want to think of each of them before I go. I at least owe each of them a thought.

•Taste me, these salty tears on my cheeks•

Start easy. Eri and Butt. They were together on the couch, weren't they? Yeah.

Eri was tired. Once it hit around nine, she lay down on the couch, calling up the dog to curl up next to each other. There was almost a smile on her face as she drifted off, and Compress carried her in.

•That's what a year-long headache does to you•

Hawks. He had done things, after all. And it was my fault he was gone. Even if he was a traitor, he still did the best that a pro hero could do. It's not him I'm mad at. Was mad at.

His last moment was spent trying to get Endeavor to stop. For legal reasons, surely not because he cared at all. And then my father just had to burn him up, like everyone else in his way.

•I'm not okay, I feel so scattered•

Compress. Where had he been?

His date with Magne had been postponed once I ended up injured. He'd said I was more important. Like I had any importance. After he'd taken Eri to her room, he'd gone to bed, saying he wanted to rest for the date.

I wonder if they'll move it again when they find me? I hope not.

•Don't say I'm all that matters•

Kurogiri. Tomura was right, he really is good.

His last action towards me was pretty simple. Before he went to bed, he gave me a pack of beers that we'd ended up taking to the roof. Told me not to drink too much.

I probably should have respected that wish more. I'm on my fifth can. I don't regret it though.

•Leave me, déjà vu•

Spinner.

His last action hadn't been anything much. Just said good night. Still, before that he'd told me off to the side how proud he was of how much of their food I'd eaten.

•If you need me, wanna see me•

Magne. Bless her, I wish I'd said goodbye to them.

Tonight she was having problems with her stomach, so she spent her evening in her room. The last I saw of her was her smile as we did each others' eye liner.

She was very helpful during my healing process. Brought me the closest to normal out of anyone.

•You better hurry, I'm leaving soon•

Toga. What will Toga think of me when she sees? Will she hate me?

Toga spent most of her time singing karaoke with Jin. My final memory of her is the sound of her cheery voice as she spun around, nearly forcing her hairbrush down her throat as a makeshift microphone.

What was the song? I wasn't listening. I wish I had been so I could hum it to myself now.

•Sorry can't save me now•

Jin. I'm a terrible person.

After most people had gone to bed, he'd pulled me aside. Asked if I was okay. That it was okay if I wasn't. And you know what I did?

I lied.

And he'd smiled. Like I'd said something amazing. And he spent the next five minutes saying how happy he was that I was happy.

He'll definitely hate me when he finds me.

•Sorry I don't know how•

And Tomura.

Tomura.

Before he'd slept, he'd looked me straight in the eye, my hand closed gently in his, and he'd said he loved me. That he needed me.

I'm so selfish.

His red eyes shone beautifully as he'd said it, filling me with butterflies. They'd died as soon as he broke eye contact, but it was the first thing I'd felt since the attack.

I'd told him that I needed him too.

•Sorry there's no way out•

I'm glad I saw them all. That I can recall what our final words were. Their last smiles at me. That I can picture them all in my mind. It'll help me when it's time.

There's no way I'd be strong enough without it. Even now, a foot away from the ledge, I'm scared. The end.

•But down•

The end has always been a comfort. Something to look forward to. Whenever my head got dark, and I couldn't see a way out, I just reminded myself that there was an end that drew closer with every second.

•Down•

And here it is. Waiting for me a short drop and a few seconds away. Since getting up has already felt like an eternity, but the six steps from where I started aren't that far compared to the path of life I've been lost on for so long.

•Call my friends and tell them that I love them•

The league helped me find it. Find life. They showed me where I was, and they've led me to this point. I'll have to thank them when we all end up dead and I see them again. If I see them again.

•And I'll miss them•

Even before Shigaraki bribed us with those dumb gifts to stay in the bar and treat it like a home, I considered them a safe place. Safer anyway.

•But I'm not sorry•

And they kept me on the path I needed to be on. Kept me alive. For the most part, kept my additional burns to a minimum.

The streets never did that. They left me to defend those younger than me, even if only by a few years, at the cost of my life if need be.

•Call my friends and tell them that I love them•

If not for the league, if not for seeing that newscast when I did, Endeavor would still be alive and active as a hero. Life would still be a spiral with no clear end in sight.

•And I'll miss them•

I step onto the edge of the roof, looking down at the end. Like in storybooks. The villain dies, and they all lived happily ever after.

The End.

•Sorry•

I drape one leg over, closing my eyes. I'm ready for it. My ending. I lean forward.

And just as my eyes snap open and a feeling of paralyzing panic fills me with regret, it happens.

A hand, one finger bandaged, reaches out and grabs my wrist, leaving me dangling by a foot and an arm off the roof of the bar.

Shigaraki's arms feel strong. So strong compared to me. After he caught me, he didn't waste a second getting me down from the roof. I can't say I wanted to stay up there.

My whole life led up to that moment. Everything I went through was just to end it all. And then I didn't want to. Right at the last second. Is that weakness?

Shigaraki's heavy breathing of panic and sobs managed to wake somebody up, and eventually they've all filed out to the scene of the two of us sitting on the floor, Tomura holding onto me tightly, my sight fixed firmly into the distance.

"Shiggy, what's wrong?" asks Magne, rubbing her eyes.

He doesn't answer, still clutching onto me, and I can't find it in myself to answer. "Be careful of Dabi's burns," warns Kurogiri.

I can't feel them. Even if I could, I don't think I'd care. He's anchoring me, and right now I desperately need that hold on reality. Still, he loosens his death grip.

"Did something happen?" asks Spinner, his hair cascading around his face.

"Well obviously something happened. No, they look peachy!" Jin plops down in front of us. "Dabi, did you…?"

I finally snap my gaze to him, staring at his masked face. "I'm sorry, Bubaigawara, I just---"

His arms wrap around me too, pressing my face into his shoulder. "You don't have to be sorry," he says in a broken voice. I wait for his contradiction, but it doesn't come.

I hear Compress kneel behind us, pressing his hand on Shigaraki's shoulder. "He's okay, Tomura. We'll look out for him."

My boyfriend's body shakes, his available fingernails digging into my chest through the front of my shirt. "Dabi, please don't, please, you said you loved me, please don't leave me," says his quiet voice.

I feel awful. I hurt him for nothing. And Jin. And I can feel in the air that the rest of the league is slowly figuring it out too. It didn't even come to anything but hurt.

"Dabi, I swear, you need to stop being so blind," says Toga, sitting behind Twice. "You know that we love you, right?"

"I know," I whisper. "I know. I'm sorry."

Kurogiri sits to the side of me Tomura doesn't take up. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, you know. You just wanted the easy way out of your suffering. There's nothing so terrible about wanting it to stop. I just hope you'll learn someday that we can help you end it in a way that will let you keep going after that."

I nod, reaching up one of my hands to place over Tomura's. Geez, I'm crying. Again.

"And even if it's selfish of us," says Magne, sitting herself next to Shigaraki. "You're good to have around. And not just for your quirk, either, so don't start that nonsense again."

Tomura grabs my straying hand. "Don't you ever pull that crap again."

I squeeze his hand. "I won't. I swear. Thank you for catching me." And I mean it. There's something in me now that I think I've been stuffing down.

I love these people. And while it does scare me because of all that's happened with those I've loved and trusted before, I don't think it'll end like that this time. I love them. And I want to keep going, even if for a while it's only because I have them, that's okay.

I love them enough that I want to keep living. To keep trying. Past all the pain.

"I wish you'd told us before now," says Spinner, tying his hair back to keep it out of his eyes. "Maybe we could have helped before it got to this."

"No, I knew," says Twice, face still pressed into my shirt, dampening it with his hot tears. "I knew, and all I did was give him a little slap on the wrist. You people are just blind!"

"No," I say, bringing my other hand to his back. "It's not any of your faults. If anything, you guys already helped a lot. Please don't blame yourselves for this."

Magne ruffles my hair gently. "It's nobody's fault. Sometimes things are just like that. What's important is that you're still here with us, and nobody got hurt."

"Did you want to talk about it?" asks Kurogiri.

I shake my head. "Nothing new. I just had it set in my mind as the only option. It got to be too much a while ago, and that's what I decided, so then once Endeavor was dead...I just sort of went on auto-pilot."

Toga smiles at me faintly. "Well, don't worry about it. Just a week ago I killed a guy on a whim; we all do weird stuff sometimes. That was a bad example, huh?"

Shigaraki grunts. "It kind of was. I'm in a weird mood though, so I'll allow it."

The next hour is spent in silence as Tomura cries the rest of his feelings out and we simply sit in the bar. It's not the same, but it's good. I feel lighter.

The next day brings awkwardness and hangovers, but it really doesn't matter. We're all just sort of happy to be around each other. Grateful.

Magne and Compress do end up going on that date, and they end up having a lot of fun apparently. Whatever Sako did must have been very impressive, with the amount of blushing Kenji was doing when they came back.

Tomura and I go on an official date too, a few days later. It's very nice. I really do love him.

And now, it doesn't really matter what we're doing as a group, or where or next mission will take us, because regardless of whatever it is, we're doing it together. And really, that's all I've ever wanted in a family.

#nanowrimo #writing

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todo-ho-ki · 4 years

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Hello! I’m putting up part 6 of my story finally but I fucking love song based fic(though I don’t think you’re supposed to use the whole song like I did...) and I kind of like this one? I don’t love it but I DO love thinkin bout my mans Dabi, so have this little ficlet thingy that’s not that bad but not that great?

No warnings! No read more though, I’m on mobile.

Pairing: DabiXReader(kind of...)

Word Count: 1,175

Song: Orbit-Nao

3 Minutes 50 Seconds

His eyes darted to the stage when you walked up.

Most of these assholes had nothing special. But you? You owned the stage, walking up as the song started, donning a little red number that had his heart racing.

It’s just you

It’s just me

I lost you in dreams now I’m falling

The second you opened your mouth he was in a trance. His dark corner of the club lit up endlessly.

Your voice was like caramel, thick and sweet, permeating his thoughts. It was like it was really just you and him.

Please don’t catch

Let me break

into pieces of hate

Still I’m soaring

His heart thumped out of his chest like you had a hold on it. Your closed eyes, leaning softly into the sway of the song, leagues above everyone else who walked on stage, had him floating in his seat.

Kinda sad but you remind me

You remind of a love that I once knew

Kinda sad but you remind me

You remind of a love who outgrew me too

The way you sauntered across the stage, an ache he didn’t know could come across in a song filling up the room, made his head swirl. He was suddenly much drunker than he was a moment before.

Your delicate hands grabbed the mic and pulled it off the stand.

He released me into orbit

Still I found a way to navigate to you

He released me into orbit

Still I found a way to gravitate to you

Your eyes opened to reveal the softest brown eyes he’d ever seen and they were staring right at him. His mouth fell open in the wake of your swelling voice.

He had to know you. He had to see you again. There was no question in his faded mind that if he never did anything else, he would hold you in his arms.

Your head dipped back, your hand ran across your chest as you began again. A shock straight to his groin. He was on fire for you, nerves tingling as you walked toward the end of the stage. He’d never felt so alive.

Yeah

he told me

Here we are close to midnight

But somethin don’t feel right

Where’d you go? Where’d you go?

On your rocket ship

Take care you don’t slip to a new realm

You slipped back down the stairs, not a hint of breathlessness in you. Walking around the room hauntingly, hand putting on a show of its own. You were almost exhausting to look at, your beauty taking up every inch of space available.

I’ll wait for ya

by the hotel

Please pay my bills before you lose your

Head over heels

I don’t care about this dog and you know I can’t afford it

You were getting closer. It was like the room was folding in half just to bring you to him. The spotlight followed you down the aisles like it should have everywhere else.

Don’t wanna get bigger

Gravity will hold me down like a sticker yeah

I release I release you

I don’t need I don’t need

If I lose you I lose you

Stars were swirling above him. And you. You finally turned down the aisle he was in. Would you make it all the way over here? Would you see him like he saw you?

You can give me the voodoo

Like D’Angelo said

How does it how does it feel?

He knew how it how it would feel when he released me into orbit

Your body turned and your eyes met his.

Still I found a way to navigate to you

He released me into orbit

Still I found a way to gravitate to you oh no

You didn’t look away. Was this what fate felt like? The moment you know you’re supposed to love someone?

Please don’t say you’re desertin,oh

Don’t leave me revolving

I’m nearly dissolving it’s true

Please don’t lie like the last time

Left me barely holding on

Won’t do this again

Cause I’ll spin into infinite moons

His eyes locked with yours for an eternity or two as your decrescendo approached. He didn’t have much time left, he knew that.

Kinda sad but you remind me

You remind me of a love that I once knew

Kind sad but you remind me

You remind me of a love who outgrew me too

His heart dropped. Your brown eyes and red dress would be gone forever. He would be drowning in a sea of grey again. And you would be fine.

He released me into orbit

Still I found a way to gravitate to you

He released me into orbit

Still I found a navigate to you

Your runs had him soaring, your body was invgniting every nerve in him,clenching his fists in the haze of the smoke. Not much longer. He would run up on stage if he had to.

I gravitate to you

I gravitate to you, oh

There was no time left. It was now or never. He nearly jumped out of his seat as you walked back to the stage.

“Miss? What’s your name?” Your soft frame turned to his lanky one. Your were even more beautiful up close.

“Mitsuki.”

“That was amazing, doll. What do I gotta do to hear you sing again?”

Maybe it was his crooked smile that didn’t seem to match his stoic features. Maybe it was his bright blue eyes taking in your every movement. Maybe it was his messy black hair and tinged cheeks. He was even more beautiful up close, despite his clearly scarred skin, seemingly held together delicately.

But it didn’t matter. There was no mistaking it.

He did indeed remind you of a love that you once knew. And you had a feeling there was a reason.

“I’ll be here tomorrow night too,” you smiled.

“You should be here every night.” His fingertips felt numb as he shoved hands in his pockets. Your smile was covering every inch of him in goosebumps. You were so soft and gentle. He bit his tongue just to keep from saying something too rough. He didn’t need you breaking apart at the seams.

He wasn’t sure he was soft enough to match. The inside of him matched the outside. He was too wretched to be standing in the light with you. But if he could just put his hands somewhere on you where you wouldn’t feel the scars, he could get away with it. If he could just manage to say the right things for a little bit longer, he’d have you. He’d have his name rolling off your tongue, as soft as the skin on your exposed chest.

“I look forward to it.”

And with that you were gone, dark corners filling with grey instead of red.

You were turned but you could feel his eyes attached to you,digging into you like claws intent on dragging you back. But you just smiled. He didn’t have to drag you back. You were going to come running.

#dabixreader #ficlet #mha #bnha #song fic

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ohmytheon · 6 years

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Karma in Retrograde (13)

title: Karma in Retrograde

summary: When Dabi is hit by a de-aging quirk, he’s turned back to a 16 year-old U.A. Gen Studies student with self-esteem and parent issues, a destructive quirk, and no memory of the last five years. To help the Dabi of the past, present, and future, he is placed with Class 1-A. There, they must all face the question of whether he can change or if his destiny is already set in stone.

– Chapter 13: Ryouta opens up to Aizawa just a smidge and Shouto makes a mistake.

Lanni notes: So begins a mini-arc that I am particularly excited about. (Do I say that about every chapter?) I love writing about the Todoroki's, especially with the addition to Ryouta, which is why I'm planning on writing some prequel one-shots about scenes that we've mentioned from their childhood. Not only does this chapter feature a Shouto POV again, but it also marks an improvement on Ryouta being honest. Kind of. It's a work in progress. I was surprised that I was able to write this chapter in two days with little to nothing hindering me. Sometimes, the words just flow. The song for the chapter is "Wake Up" by Arcade Fire. It gives me a lot of feels from sad to hopeful, especially concerning their past.

If the children don't grow up Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up We're just a million little god's causin' rain storms turnin' every good thing to rust I guess we'll just have to adjust

The next two days passed by in a strange limbo. Between the ridiculously hectic nature of the first three and the expectations of the hero course that he’d built up over years, Ryouta found himself floundering a little. He had thought that the students aiming to become pro heroes always ran on a high, but the truth was that even they went through slow periods where normal classes were focused on. Luckily, thanks to what he’d been working on with Iida, he knew that he was slightly ahead of them, so he wasn’t under much pressure on that front.

Of course, since schoolwork wasn’t distracting him, his mind was left to wander and focus on other things. In class, he would find himself zoning out, his insecurities and fears sneaking up on him. There was little else to occupy him when everyone else was working. There were things in his new life that he was doing an apt job of avoiding, but those quiet moments were proving to be fatal to that plan.

The biggest concern he had nothing to do with U.A. or his life as a villain, but the rest of his family, which Shouto also seemed to be dwelling on.

They popped into his head without any warning, the smallest of things reminding him of them. English class made him think of Fuyumi, who had adored reading beyond everything else. The two of them would often stay up late through the night reading books or comics, only for him to regret it the next day when their father dragged him out of bed early in the morning for training. Back when Shouto was really little, before his quirk had manifested, Ryouta and Fuyumi would take turns reading and acting out stories for him.

Did she still carry a book with her everywhere she went? She’d become a preschool teacher, just like she’d dreamed of doing. Why was she still living at home with their dad? Was it because everyone else had left?

In the hero course, they were learning how to use their quirks alongside hand-to-hand combat. It was obvious that some of the students were better than the others. Bubbly and sweet from what he’d experienced so far, Ryouta had not been expecting Uraraka to practically throw him across the room or slam him onto his stomach and pin him to the ground. It had knocked the hell out of him. She’d apologized as he lay dazed on the ground, but he could hear Bakugou cackling in the background.

Truth be told, Ryouta had little experience when it came to that sort of fighting. Endeavor hadn’t taught him much of it since the bulk of his training focused on his quirk. He probably would’ve learned it had he not been discarded in favor of Shouto, but even he seemed to rely more on the raw power of his quirk, judging by the way Midoriya was able to evade him and get in a few hits. Still, getting his ass handed to him by Uraraka in a few seconds flat had been a little more than humiliating.

Afterward, when he was rubbing his head, his thoughts drifted to Natsuo. The two of them had often roughhoused growing up, as a lot of brothers did, the oddity being that Ryouta had been the smaller of the two despite being older. Natsuo would often win and brag about it, so Ryouta had learned how to play dirty, which often resulted in actual injuries that he’d get scolded for. It hadn’t mattered that Natsuo was sticking his tongue out from behind their mom. According to her, as the oldest boy, Ryouta should’ve known better.

Their mom… Ryouta avoided thinking about her the most. His success was limited.

When Shouto had told him that she was in the hospital, Ryouta didn’t fully process it at first. He’d been a little numb from the revelation that she was still there after all this time. It had been eight years. Had their father just planned on leaving her there forever? Shouto said that she was doing better, but it still made Ryouta sick to his stomach. It wasn’t a proper life. She could be doing good and even tell the others that she was happy, but she deserved better than to grow old in a hospital.

Did she ever think about him? It had taken a while for Shouto and the others to visit her, so maybe she thought he was the same. Had they told her that he was gone? If they had, what did she think? Did she say anything or ask any questions? Or was she secretly relieved that he had left? After all, by the end of it, she could barely look at or stand to be in the same room as him. He knew it was because he’d become too much like Endeavor. The similarities had shamed and humiliated him.

He hadn’t wanted to be like that. He’d be different. He wouldn’t be like his father. Then she could look at him again.

But would she want to now, or would he just be a painful reminder of the past?

Not to mention the fact that he would then be forced to explain what had become of him, even if he didn’t quite know himself yet. He’d fallen even further than Endeavor. Maybe she would be disgusted by him. Maybe she would be afraid of him. He had become the monster that she’d worried about for so long.

“My little Ryouta, don’t ever lose that gentleness.”

Ryouta’s hand slid from his head to his face. He closed his eyes and shook his head, as if trying to rid himself of the memory of her voice. He’d lost a lot more than that, hadn’t he?

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Uraraka asked. “You hit your head pretty hard.”

Pulling his hand away and opening his eyes, Ryouta glanced up at her. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Beats getting blown up.” That was the truth at least, although Uraraka had given him quite the beating. He’d definitely not expected that of her. She was so small. To make matters even more absurd, she hadn’t even used her quirk on him. He really needed to get his shit together. “Where did you learn moves like that?”

Uraraka smiled and rubbed the back of her neck. “I interned with Gunhead after the Sports Festival.”

Ryouta raised his eyebrows. “Seriously? You? Gunhead?” She nodded. “Not gonna lie, that’s expected. I really need to up my game.”

“You really weren’t that bad!” Uraraka insisted. “You’re just a bit...slow...is all.”

Bakugou walked past them, using the bottom of his tank top to wipe off his face. “Don’t lie to him, Uraraka. You kicked his ass.”

As much as it hurt to agree with him, Ryouta shrugged his shoulders and said, “He’s not wrong.”

Bakugou smirked but graciously said nothing else and kept on walking to refill his water bottle. That was a blessing. Besides calling him a few pink-related names, they had more or less stayed away from each other for the past two days. Just thinking about Bakugou’s revelation made Ryouta tug nervously on his hair. When he glanced around, he caught eyes with Mina, who smiled and shook her head at him. He dropped his hand from his hair.

Right. He shouldn’t worry about it. Pink was...fine. It wasn’t that bad.

Then he watched in shock as Mina basically body-slammed Kaminari and was left victorious while he laid in a stupor on the ground. Shit, more than half this class could probably kick his ass with ease. What did they feed the hero class? He should’ve tried to get paired up with that purple blob kid. Not only did he seem terrified of him, but at least Ryouta appeared to have more muscle and was taller. However, knowing his luck, he’d still get his ass whooped and he didn’t think he could handle that sort of mortification right now.

Aizawa peeled himself off the bench and everyone stopped to look up at him. He’d been very still for the last twenty minutes, watching them all intently. Ryouta had somehow managed to forget about him despite normally being hyper-aware of when he was being watched, especially where Aizawa was concerned. Then again, he had a talent of blending into the background. It must’ve been partly why he made such an excellent underground hero.

“That’s it for today,” Aizawa told them, “but I expect you to practice on your own outside of class. If the Gamma Gym remains empty this week, I’ll be able to tell and will mark you down for no improvement.”

A few of the students winced, such as Kaminari as he pulled himself back to his feet, and the invisible girl. At least Ryouta thought she winced. It was hard to tell with just clothing to go by. Not everyone was fond of hand-to-hand combat or had learned to use their quirks with it, so they would have to work twice as hard. Other students like Kirishima and the guy with the tail nodded their heads like they would’ve been at the gym anyways and it was no big deal. Ryouta looked down at his hands and formed them into fists. He had a lot of work ahead of him and it wasn’t all schoolwork that he could zone out on.

With school over for the day, the students began to pair up in their regular groups and leave the field to head back to the dorms. Ryouta was still unaccustomed to the idea that he had a group to join, standing up awkwardly and casting a look around until he realized that Iida was waiting for him to join them. Ryouta’s eyes flickered to Aizawa, who had his back to him while speaking with Sato, and then back to the others.

“You all can go on ahead,” Ryouta told them. “I’ll catch up.”

Iida immediately hesitated. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Ryouta to not cause utter disaster; it was just that he had essentially been told to keep an eye on him. “Are you certain?”

“I just need to talk with Aizawa about something,” Ryouta replied evenly.

That piqued their interest, but before either Iida or Midoriya could say anything, Shouto cut in. “Is everything okay?” His voice was mostly flat, but he’d spoken too quickly for him to come off as indifferent and they both knew it. He pressed his lips together and kept his expression impassive, but didn't look away from him.

“Oh, yeah, everything’s fine,” Ryouta insisted, smiling in an almost embarrassed manner. If Shouto remembered this act from when he’d been a kid, then it might cause some issues. This was the face he’d put on whenever his little brother had asked him questions about UA or when their mom was coming back from the hospital. Put on a smile, act light and reassuring, don’t give him any reason to suspect that something was wrong.

Shouto narrowed his eyes a little. Damnit. Time to double down.

Ryouta sighed. “It’s near the end of the school year and I want to figure out what I’m supposed to do. I’d like to know if I need to study my ass off to take the exams again.”

“That’s an excellent point,” Iida said, nodding his head. “It would change our approach to the coursework we’re going over if he decides that you aren’t.”

While that was true, Ryouta felt a little guilty about lying to Iida and it actually working. He did need to speak with Aizawa about something, but it wasn’t that. Shouto stared at him for a beat longer, but then relaxed his shoulders in a sign of acquiescence. Ryouta didn’t move a muscle to show his relief.

His explanation having been accepted, the group headed for the dorms, Shouto trailing behind. Iida became locked in a conversation with Yaoyorozu while Uraraka and Midoriya fell into one about the class, although the former glanced back at Ryouta once while she was waving her arms emphatically. He turned his gaze away from them, waiting silently and patiently until Sato finished with whatever he had to say and left.

Now that it was just him and Aizawa, Ryouta was beginning to question what he was doing here. This was going to sound an awful lot like opening up and he’d already done more of that than he had in his entire life. Even worse, this was to an adult, an authority figure, one that had control over his life. He’d seen enough of Aizawa to know that he deserved more respect than his own father, but the idea of talking about something this personal, something not even Shouto knew about, made him want to turn on his heel and book it.

The second Aizawa turned around and spotted him though, the nail was put in the coffin and Ryouta stood his ground. “You needed something?” his teacher asked in a bland tone.

Ryouta needed a lot of things, but he was going to have to settle for only one of them.

When he opened his mouth though, no words came out. He didn’t want to say them. All the thoughts that he’d had building in his head started to wrap themselves up in a tangled mess until he couldn’t say anything out of the fear that he would just blurt out a string of words that wouldn’t make sense. He could change his mind still. He could actually talk about what he’d told Iida. He clenched his hands into fists and dug his blunt nails into his palms, the pain bringing him back to focus, and then relaxed them.

Just say the fucking words and be done with it.

“I need a pair of quirk inhibitor braces,” Ryouta spat out in a rush. He swallowed a gulp of air as soon as the words came out, having been holding his breath while mentally fighting with himself.

Despite being a master at keeping his expression blank, Aizawa actually quirked an eyebrow, as if to show that Ryouta had truly surprised him. “Quirk inhibitor braces?” He looked him over so thoroughly that it made Ryouta want to squirm. He was probably trying to pinpoint the exact reason for the request. “Those are typically only used by the police and heroes for criminals.”

“I know, but in extreme cases of children with dangerous quirks, they can be used until the quirk can be controlled,” Ryouta replied, still feeling rushed. He had to get the words out. Once that was taken care of, he wouldn’t be able to take them back, but he would be relieved. Right now, it felt like he was dragging his feet through wet cement and he hated it. “Maybe it’s too much to ask, but I…” He shoved away any hesitancy. At least at the moment, despite his nerves, his quirk was the last thing he felt the urge to call up. It lied smothered inside of him, hiding away. “I need them.”

“Why?” Aizawa simply asked.

Ryouta had known that he wouldn’t be able to get his request fulfilled without divulging any information, but it still made him shuffle his feet uncomfortably. Was this as painful of a process for Aizawa as it was for him, or was he used to this since he’d interrogated plenty of villains in his time as a pro-hero?

“When I was younger, I used to have really bad night terrors,” Ryouta explained, every word clawing away at what little dignity he had left. He kept his gaze averted from Aizawa, not wanting to meet his eyes in case there was anything but scrutiny in them. “I haven’t had them in a while -- well, at least not in my memory. I can’t say if I’ve had issues with them recently or not as...Dabi.” Did villains get night terrors? Probably not. That implied some sort of regret. “I can deal with them -- they’re not a big deal anymore -- but sometimes I…” He cringed. “Sometimes my quirk activates in my sleep when I’m having them.”

Aizawa considered him for a moment. It was only a few seconds, but Ryouta was starting to think that having Bakugou launch him into the sun would be less painful. He’d never talked about this with anyone. After setting his room on fire when he was six and going to the hospital, his father had brought him home and shoved the cold, metal bracelets in his small hands. The fact that he still had night terrors was never brought up, but at least he didn’t accidentally burn the house down in his sleep.

“Have you been having night terrors again?” Aizawa questioned.

“I wouldn’t call it that,” Ryouta answered. “It was more like a regular nightmare and it was just the one the other day.”

“Your bandaged hand,” Aizawa said. Yeah, he hadn’t expected him to miss that, but he hadn’t brought it up until now either. “That was from activating your quirk in your sleep?”

“Yes and no,” Ryouta said. “It did activate, but when I woke up from the nightmare, I guess I was still in fight or flight mode and I...might have punched my wall.” He tugged on the sleeves of his athletic uniform. “Will the cost for repairs come out of the small fund you told me about?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Aizawa told him flatly, not concerned about it in the slightest. For the first time, Ryouta dropped his shoulders in relief. If that had been the case, he would’ve seriously had to come up with a plan for his daily food intake. He was already borrowing clothes from Shouto; he didn’t want to borrow money too. “The nightmare.” Ryouta quickly lifted his eyes, softening what started out as a sharp look. “Do you remember it?”

He had told Midoriya that he didn’t remember his nightmare. That wouldn’t fly with Aizawa. “It was about fire.” When Aizawa didn’t say anything, Ryouta knew that he had to continue. He took a deep breath. “Most of my night terrors growing up were about fire, which was probably why my quirk would activate.” He frowned, thinking back to the dream and how good he’d felt during it and how terrified he’d been upon waking up. “There was a lot of fire and smoke and I just kept getting hotter and...brighter.”

He did not mention the screams. Could they have been his own?

Could they have been Dabi’s - his - victims’?

“Nothing specific stood out?” Aizawa asked.

Ryouta shook his head. “It was really muddled. I only remember the flames. They were mine.”

He knew what Aizawa was thinking. Had it been a simple nightmare or had it been a memory? If it was one of Dabi’s memories, it would make sense for the first one to be blurry and unrecognizable. Ryouta had told himself that it was only a nightmare for that very reason, as he’d had plenty of them about his own quirk turning against himself and others, but he couldn’t get the way the flames had moved out of his head. He had never twisted them like that before and he was strangely eager to try it out, which made him feel guilty in a way. He shouldn’t want to be anything like Dabi.

“Have you always had such difficulty controlling your quirk, or has it started acting up since you were de-aged?”

That was a loaded question, if only because it offered Ryouta an out. He could lie about it. Aizawa had given him another option that he hadn’t had before. It was terribly tempting. After all, it was believable if it had been considered already. That would take a load of pressure off his shoulders. They were trying to help him though. He had to remember that. He had to believe that. If he kept lying, he’d only dig his hole deeper and would risk falling into the same pattern as before.

“My dad...taught me to control it when I was younger, with varying rates of success,” Ryouta admitted shamefully. Wasn’t the truth supposed to set him free or make him feel lighter? This just made him feel like shit. “But I used inhibitors until I was thirteen.”

“Because you learned to control your quirk more, or the night terrors stopped?”

Ryouta shrugged helplessly. “Both, I guess? I just didn’t need them anymore.”

It had been after Shouto had been burned, after his mother had been hospitalized, after the massive fight with his father that made him decide to apply for UA. One night he didn’t put them on, as if daring his quirk to burn the whole place to the ground, and then he never did again. Even if he had a nightmare, it wasn’t bad enough to cause his quirk to activate. Maybe he’d finally learned to suppress it enough, just like his father had tried to drill into him.

Aizawa nodded his head very slightly and folded his arms across his chest. “I’ll get you the braces.”

“Seriously?” Ryouta eyed him suspiciously. “Just like that?”

“You came to me and opened up willingly to ask for help,” Aizawa pointed out. “Did you expect me to say no?”

“Uh well…” He had expected more questions and suspicion, but maybe the fact that he had been honest about something he was struggling with kept those at bay. It was obvious how much Ryouta hated admitting to any sort of weakness. Doing so was a way of building trust between them, something that had to go both ways, hence why Aizawa agreed with his request. “I don’t know. I thought maybe…”

You’d be disappointed.

Ryouta was not going to say that, but the thought was there, resting in his head like a hand grenade. One of these days, he really wouldn’t give a shit about impressing or pleasing people. It would probably be right around the time he turned back into a villain. How frustrating.

“You all have done a lot for me already,” Ryouta said. “Asking for more seemed like a stretch.”

“If it concerns your safety and the safety of the class, that’s something you don’t need to ask for,” Aizawa pointed out. “It’s something I should be made aware of.”

“Right, got it.” He was a danger. He was a villain. He was a problem.

That...wasn’t what Aizawa was saying though, was it? No, it sounded like he was saying something close to the opposite. His safety was a priority, not just the students’ because he was with them. If there was anything they could do to make his life at UA different from the first time around, they would do it. They wanted to do better by him, which meant that he had to let them. It was a give and take that he had not allowed himself to experience the first time around.

“Was there anything else?” Aizawa asked.

“No.” Ryouta shook his head. “That was it.” Fuck, that had been painful, but he did feel a sense of relief now. Maybe tonight would be stressful, as he’d have to be wary of having a night terror again, but tomorrow would be different. It humiliated him that he had to use something to control his quirk, which he hadn’t done in years, but he was under a serious amount of stress. It only made sense that he’d have difficulties now. Besides, he honestly believed that Aizawa wouldn’t tell anyone unless it became important. “Do I need someone to escort me to the dorms or can I go now?”

Aizawa blinked languidly, as if he might fall asleep. “Do you need a chaperone?”

“Uh, no.” Ryouta didn’t expect to be fully alone. Someone would be watching him, but he didn’t need anyone to hold his hand all the way to the dorms. “Thanks.”

With that taken care of, he slunk off towards the dorms, his mind drifting to Aizawa’s words. He had been open, yes, more so than he’d ever been with an adult, but was it enough? Ryouta wasn’t for sure. It was hard for him to figure out what exactly U.A. expected of him. All he knew was that he had to meet theirs and the police’s expectations. The moment he didn’t… Well, he wasn’t keen on finding out what would happen. He had to keep on pushing himself. That was the only way forward.

Ryouta had been lying, but Shouto had decided not to push the matter. He hadn’t lied about wanting to talk with Aizawa, but about what he’d wanted to talk about. The moment he had started to behave like he would when he visited home from U.A., Shouto had seen through the act. Still, if Ryouta was going to talk to Aizawa about whatever was bothering him, then he shouldn’t worry about it too much. If it was serious, their homeroom teacher would take care of it.

Besides, it wasn’t like he and Ryouta had often confided in each other before. Well, Shouto had, but it was clear now that there was a lot his older brother had hidden from him. He’d done it to protect him, but it had backfired on all of them in the end.

Having his brother in class with him was weird. It was even weirder seeing him interact with his classmates. He hated it admit it, but Shouto felt himself carefully watching and picking apart his brother’s behavior with everyone. What was the truth and what was a lie? That, in turn, made him feel guilty for questioning Ryouta in the first place. It was painfully obvious that he was trying to blend in as much as possible and felt ashamed for his villainous activity that he couldn’t even remember. Plus, he was being overly appeasing and mild so that no one would be afraid of him.

Even if Shouto remembered the way Dabi had attacked him at the Training Camp and kidnapped Bakugou right in front of him, he couldn’t find it in himself to be afraid of his brother. The memories of Ryouta throwing himself between him and their father and coming to blows were too strong.

It would take some time for this to become moderately normal - a lot of time, if he was being honest. Shouto had known that the others would be resistant to the idea in the beginning. Even he froze when he walked into the common area and found Ryouta silently sitting on the couches with Midoriya and Iida while they talked. That was his oldest brother - that was Dabi - with his friends. It wasn’t normal, but everyone was trying to pretend it was until the quirk wore off.

His friends were doing their best to be accommodating, which Shouto appreciated more than he could say. Iida had taken it upon himself to help Ryouta as much as possible, but it was extra work that put a strain on him no matter how much he tried to hide it. Also, as friendly as Midoriya was, he was still suspicious. Dabi’s actions had cost him a lot. Shouto hadn’t missed the way he watched his brother sometimes, as if trying to add things up and reach an answer that Ryouta himself didn’t even know.

After reaching the dorms, Shouto excused himself to his room. He wanted a little time to himself. With Ryouta around, he found himself around the others a lot more than before. He didn’t like leaving his brother alone for long, not when he’d been gone for years. It was a little embarrassing to admit that he was relieved or even happy that Ryouta was back. It felt like when he’d gone to see his mom for the first time in years. Something had been missing from his life and he hadn’t even known it until they were right in front of him.

But how long do we have?

The problem was that no one knew. Ryouta could turn back into Dabi tomorrow, for all they knew, although the de-aging quirk seemed stable at the moment. Would it be quick or gradual? Not even the quirk’s user had been able to give them good answers. All they could do was wait and see. Shouto hated it, but could not complain. He’d take what he could get.

More importantly, this was an opportunity to learn more about Ryouta, the only other one in the family to have experienced their father’s training. It had left more of a scar on him than Shouto had realized. In the past, he’d always been so flippant about it to make him feel better. It had only been a handful of days, but he already felt like he had seen more of Ryouta than ever before.

For one, he hadn’t realized how quiet his brother could be. Before, it had always seemed like Ryouta could go for days, always willing to go the extra mile and push himself. Shouto had watched a few knockout fights between him and their father that would’ve put a third-year U.A. student out of commission and then sat quietly as Ryouta cleaned his scrapes from training hours later.

He wasn’t like Natsuo though, who had an abundant amount of energy. It was more like he could run on fumes for hours. He was also more withdrawn than Fuyumi instead of outgoing like Shouto remembered. Sure, he could be moody and indifferent, but that was a consequence of having grown up under their father’s thumb. Now that he looked back, he could recall Ryouta being aloof in public, sometimes to the point of coming off as rude. He was trying not to be that way now, but such coping mechanisms were hard to forget. Shouto would know. It was still a little surprising to see such differences firsthand.

For some reason, it didn’t feel like his behavior was a result of the strange situation he’d been placed in. This was who he truly was. He’d put on a brave face for Shouto and their siblings.

And speaking of them, where were they? Why hadn’t they said anything about the fact that their brother had essentially come back from the dead and was a de-aged villain? After years of being separated, they had been working on becoming closer as an actual family. It was new and sometimes Shouto didn’t understand certain things or why Fuyumi got so worked up, but it was pleasant and he knew that was important. By being closer to his siblings and his mother again, he felt like he understood more about what being a hero meant.

He wanted that with Ryouta, but he wanted it to be real. He shouldn’t have felt like he had to pretend around all of them. Maybe then…

After changing into shorts and a t-shirt, Shouto grabbed his cell phone off his desk. The lack of contact from Fuyumi and Natsuo was starting to bother him. Did they not care? Had they completely forsaken Ryouta? It made sense that they were angry, but not calling or asking any questions at all felt unlike them.

Pulling up Fuyumi’s number, he sent her a text. ‘I know it’s difficult to accept or wrap your head around and I even thought Natsuo might have lingering anger over it, but I don’t understand why you haven’t said a word about Ryouta.’

Fuyumi was probably just now leaving the school she worked at, so it might take her time to respond. He set his phone aside and gathered his things to take a shower. He hadn’t wanted to be the one to start this discussion, but he could tell that Ryouta was getting antsy. As much as it shamed him to face them, he did want to repair things as well. They could be a real family. It was what Fuyumi had always wanted. So why hadn’t she visited or even called?

Before he could walk out of his room, his phone pinged, announcing a text message. It was Fuyumi, but her response was not one he’d expected. ‘This came out of the blue. Did you want to talk about what happened?’

Shouto furrowed his brow. Of course he wanted to talk about what happened. Ryouta was back in their lives. He was not only alive, but a de-aged villain. It was a big deal. Why wasn’t she freaking out about it more? She got worked up if he and their father were even in the same room.

‘We all need to talk about it,’ Shouto sent back. ‘I thought this would be really important to you.’

This time, he didn’t set his phone down, but stared at his screen waiting for a response. Luckily Fuyumi was quick to respond. ‘It is important to me. After all we don’t really know what happened.’

Well, of course they didn’t know what exactly had happened when neither Fuyumi nor Natsuo had called to get a proper explanation. They probably hadn’t even told their mom. Granted, that was a big step. It would be wrong of them to keep it from her (villain or not, Ryouta was her son), but it would be best to decide how they would break the news together.

‘I know what happened. That’s not the point.’

‘How do you know? He’s gone. We accepted that a long time ago.’

Now Shouto was getting frustrated. Just because Ryouta had become Dabi didn’t mean that he was gone. This was supposed to be something of a second chance for him and U.A. and that meant he could have a second chance at having a family too. All of them could. Fuyumi was dead set on trying to include their father, despite Natsuo’s extreme reservations and the fact that just seeing him could potentially damage their mother’s recovery. If she could forgive him, why couldn’t she even think about accepting what happened to Ryouta?

They might have given up on him - maybe their father had convinced Fuyumi somehow - but Shouto wouldn’t. He refused. ‘He’s not gone. He’s right here and I’m pretty sure he wants to see you all, but he’s too scared to ask.’

Fuyumi’s response was lightning fast. ‘What are you talking about? Did you hit your head during one of your hero combat lessons?’

For a brief second, Shouto was indignant - and then he really was hit upside the head by a realization. Oh shit. Fuyumi hadn’t failed to ask about Ryouta because she was angry or had cut him out of her life; she hadn’t called because she didn’t know. She and Natsuo were unaware that their brother was a sixteen-year-old U.A. student again. Their father hadn’t told them. In retrospect, he didn’t know why he’d expected him to do so, but it was such a big deal that he thought maybe their old man would try to sway them to his side.

Their father hadn’t done anything like that. He’d kept them in the dark - kept them separated - just like he had their entire lives.

Shouto blinked when his phone started to vibrate in his hands. No more texts. Fuyumi was calling him now. His phone made a quiet buzzing sound when he received calls, but for some reason, he thought it sounded as loud as a tornado right now. Despite knowing that a storm was coming and dread settling in his stomach, Shouto answered the call and held the phone up to his ear. “Fuyumi--”

Predictably, she didn’t give a chance to say more than her name. “What are you talking about, Shouto? Ryouta is there? He wants to see us? I don’t understand.”

Sighing, Shouto pinched the bridge of his nose. “Are you sitting down?”

“I don’t need to sit down. I need answers!” Despite her frantic reply, he could hear her sit down.

“There’s really no easy way to say this, so…” Shouto closed his eyes and then spit out what was arguably the longest sentence of his entire life. “Ryouta turned out to be masquerading as Dabi who is in the League of Villains and led the attack on my camping trip this past summer, but he was struck by a quirk that de-aged him to when he was sixteen and still going to U.A. and he doesn’t have any memories of the last five years, so the authorities and U.A. have decided to house him here with my class until the quirk wears off.”

Now that he’d said it all out loud, he felt a burst of relief wash over him and opened his eyes. It was so strange and saying it made him realize just how crazy this was. U.A. was essentially keeping a ticking time bomb on campus, as he could go from a regular student to a villain at any moment. Granted, they were keeping a close eye on him, but there were moments when he was unsupervised. What if he turned back into Dabi while everyone was sleeping and decided to wreak havoc? They were playing with wildfire.

This was ridiculous. The whole thing was nuts. What were they thinking?

(Shouto didn’t care. He got his brother back for now. They could be a family, just like he’d seen in television shows and movies.)

Fuyumi was silent on the other end for a good minute, maybe longer. Instead of prompting to respond, Shouto waited for it to settle in. It had shocked him too when he’d seen Dabi turn into Ryouta and he hadn’t truly believed it until seeing him in the interrogation room. That whole explanation was so unlike Shouto that she probably had to adjust to that as well. They were never upfront with what was going on in their lives, not even her, and she was the most open out of all of them.

“I don’t…” Despite not being able to see her, Shouto could hear the wobble in her voice and knew that she was close to tears, if not already crying. He’d known that this would mean the world to her. “He’s there. He’s really there?”

“Yeah, he’s living on campus with me,” Shouto told her gently. “He’s here.”

And that was when the dam broke. “Oh my god. Oh my-- I have to call Natsuo. Should I call him? He’s in class right now. I don’t know if he’ll answer. Ryouta, he-- Is he okay? How is he? What happened to him? You said that he doesn’t remember the past five years? Oh god, okay, I-- Just let me--”

“Fuyumi,” Shouto interrupted, “you need to breathe.”

“I don’t have time for that!” Fuyumi shouted. “I’m on my way!”

“I don’t think--” But before Shouto could finish, Fuyumi had hung up and he was left holding a quiet phone.

For a minute, he didn’t do anything but stare down at the screen. Then he dropped on his mat and laid down on his back. He had really mucked things up, hadn’t he? Ryouta was going to panic. Sure, he wanted to see Fuyumi, but he was scared too. It was understandable. He was afraid of how she would react to what he’d become. Shouto was still struggling with it, if he was being honest.

And now Fuyumi was freaking out and he hadn’t been able to gauge her emotional state beyond shocked. This had been what Shouto had been expecting from her, but he hadn’t thought that he would be the one to tell her, certainly not on accident. Normally he was ahead of things like this so he wasn’t caught off guard, but this whole situation had been throwing him off for days. Ah, he’d have to tell Aizawa too, since Fuyumi wouldn’t be able to get onto the campus. She hadn’t even considered that.

Oh, shit, this was a mess and all Shouto wanted to do was sleep.

Of course, that was what being a family was about too, right? They were messy and didn’t always agree with one another and people got hurt. It was about coming together in the end. It was about healing. They were learning and they could all do with a bit of that, couldn’t they? Especially Ryouta.

That did not mean it was going to be fun. This was going to hurt.

@mistystarshine notes: Well, that sure is a thing that happened! Do I have a lot to say about the events of this chapter? Yep! Am I going to? Nope, because they all connect to next chapter. You can expect a nice long note from me at the end of the next chapter. Until then, we’d love to hear your thoughts. I know that I got emotional working on this chapter.

(Also, fun fact: in terms of quirkless hand-to-hand combat, Uraraka could also steamroll Dabi in about five seconds flat. As is to be expected of an adorable badass and a guy who was beaten by a ‘magic scarf’.)

#dabi #dabi is a todoroki #shouto todoroki #aizawa shouta #bnha #mha #fuyumi todoroki #ochako uraraka #tenya iida #shoto todoroki #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #mina ashido #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #dabi fic #bnha fanfiction #anime #the things of songs

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Karma in Retrograde (7)

title: Karma in Retrograde

summary: When Dabi is hit by a de-aging quirk, he's turned back to a 16 year-old U.A. Gen Studies student with self-esteem and parent issues, a destructive quirk, and no memory of the last five years. To help the Dabi of the past, present, and future, he is placed with Class 1-A. There, they must all face the question of whether he can change or if his destiny is already set in stone.

– Chapter 7: Ryouta and Shouto talk things over as best as any Todoroki can.

Lanni notes: As someone who only has a step-brother, I write a lot about siblings, both fanfiction and original fiction-wise. It's high time that these two talk. It's not the most open or even completely honest one, but they're getting there. Give these boys some time. They need it. Todorokis gonna Todoroki. The song for this chapter is one of my absolute favorites, "Heirloom" by Sleeping at Last, which I feel sums up the Ryouta, Shouto, and Endeavor dynamic perfectly.

You remind me of who I could have been Had I been stronger and braver way back then A million choices, though little on their own Became the heirloom of the heaviness we’ve known

After around an hour of basically hiding in the trees on U.A.’s campus, Ryouta knew that he couldn’t avoid the dorms any longer. Hopefully, most of the other students would be busy with their homework or training. From what he knew of students in the hero course, they were often kept much busier than everyone else because of their extra course load. If he could just slip into his dorm room unnoticed…

No, he couldn’t do that. He had to talk to Shouto. It would be better to face his brother upfront.

Holding onto the empty carton, having scarfed down the food Aizawa had given him like he’d not eaten in days, Ryouta slunk his way back to the dorms. Even though he was on his own, he knew that he wasn’t totally alone. He’d seen Present Mic through the trees, sitting at a bench seemingly grading papers, one of those dumb things people did when it was a nice day and wanted an excuse to get out of the office. It would’ve been innocuous had he flipped the pages more than every ten minutes. He couldn’t be that slow of a reader.

By the time Ryouta made it to the dorms, Present Mic was gone. Ah, so that was how it was going to be. Well, he couldn’t say that he blamed them. He wouldn’t have trusted himself either had he been in their position.

As soon as he made it to the common area, his worst fears were confirmed. The room wasn’t filled to the brim with all of Class 1-A, but there were enough students lingering there to make it awkward when Ryouta walked inside. A few people, like the boy with the huge belt and the large kid with multiple arms, walked out of the room the second they caught sight of him, although he couldn’t tell if it was out of aggression or the mere desire to avoid him. Fine by him. Then there was Bakugou, who scowled from his spot at the couches, but didn’t move, along with a red-haired boy and a shockingly pink girl. The latter two gave him hesitant yet curious looks.

And then there were Iida, Midoriya, and Uraraka, all of whom rushed over to him like a tidal wave. Ryouta found their energy somewhat draining. However, it was only natural for them to be like that after the strange scene they’d witnessed with his father. Hopefully, they had better relationships with their parents.

“Are you alright?” Uraraka asked.

“Where did you go after you left Aizawa’s office?” Iida questioned. “Did you get something to eat?”

Midoriya opened his mouth and then closed it, as if reconsidering his question. Ryouta was grateful. He had a feeling that it was more personal than he wanted to talk about in public -- or ever.

“Uh, yeah, Aizawa gave me some food,” Ryouta said, holding up the empty box. “I just… I needed some alone time. A lot’s happened today.”

Iida nodded his head. “Understandable. You must feel overwhelmed.” Ryouta just barely managed to stop himself from letting out a caustic laugh. These were nice kids. They were earnest. He forgot that people were like that. Instead, he managed a stiff nod. “Maybe you should take an early night. We can get started on figuring out where you are course-wise tomorrow.”

Damn, Iida certainly didn’t waste any time. That must have been why he was the class rep.

As much as Ryouta craved the sanctuary his dorm would offer him and about twelve hours straight of being unconscious, he had other things on his mind that were more important. “I was actually wondering where Shouto was?” He shifted on his feet. “I wanted to talk with him.”

Midoriya glanced at Iida before turning back to Ryouta. “He’s in his dorm.”

“Right, okay.” Ryouta hesitated. “Do you think it’s a bad idea? Does he not want to speak with me?”

Panic started to seize his heart. This had been a very overwhelming day for Shouto too. Seeing their father on campus had probably been an additional shock. There had been plenty of instances where he had witnessed their father’s cold and angry behavior towards Ryouta, especially when he had stepped in between him and Shouto or their mother, but nothing like that. It was strange that, despite his father’s aggression and hatred, it was one of the first times that Ryouta hadn’t felt afraid of the man.

Hard to feel afraid of someone when your future self is so much more terrifying.

“No,” Midoriya answered carefully, “I think it’d be for the best.” He frowned. “He’s been there since…”

He didn’t have to finish. Ryouta knew what he couldn’t say out loud. As soon as Aizawa had taken Ryouta away and Endeavor had left, Shouto had gone straight to his dorm to avoid everyone. It was what Ryouta had wanted to do before Aizawa had given him an out. He wondered if Shouto felt humiliated or just angry. His big brother had become a villain, shaming the family and their number one hero father, but even worse, now there were people who knew about at least a little of what went on at home.

“What room is his?” Ryouta asked.

“Fifth floor, third room on the left,” Iida answered.

“Okay.” Ryouta awkwardly fiddled with the empty carton in his hands. “I’ll just…”

“Here, I’ll throw that away for you,” Uraraka said as if she knew what he was thinking. She took the carton from him without waiting for him to respond. “He likes to keep a very clean space.”

“Of course,” Ryouta responded. “He always did.”

It was kind of weird talking about Shouto with his friends, if only because they seemed to know him just as well, if not better, than Ryouta did these days. As if he didn’t feel like a bad big brother already. He nodded his head and then headed in the direction of Shouto’s room. It would’ve been easier to use the elevator, but he took the stairs. It gave him more time to think about what to say and also avoid the confrontation for a little longer. Too soon, he was on the fifth floor and he dragged himself to the door that Iida had mentioned.

This was it. This was Shouto’s room. Behind this door was his little brother, no longer so little. Ryouta’s mouth felt dry as he tried to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. He didn’t want to do this, but at the same time, he was almost desperate to speak to Shouto. He didn’t know anyone here yet, but he wanted to know his brother. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door and waited.

After a few moments, Shouto’s voice came from behind the door. “Who is it?” So neutral. He hadn’t always been like that.

Ryouta should’ve been polite or even submissive, considering his misdeeds, but this was his little brother, so he dryly responded, “Who do you think?” and then cringed. It was so easy to act like he always had with Shouto. It was the only way he knew how. Just last night in his head, he’d been on the phone with him, teasing him about how much of a dork he was because of the books he liked to read. The door opened slightly and Shouto peered out to look at him. Ryouta’s shoulder slumped. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” Shouto replied. “I guess we should talk.”

No shit.

After opening the door further, Shouto stepped aside and he slunk in, hands buried in his pockets. When Shouto shut the door, panic burst inside of Ryouta’s chest. He felt suddenly trapped. It was stupid. He was in a room with his brother, not a villain. If anyone should be concerned, it should’ve been Shouto. He was the one alone in a room with a villain. However, there was nothing but a blank expression on his face, his eyes unreadable. Shit, it was like looking into a mirror.

Turning around, Ryouta swept his gaze around the room and whistled lowly. “Nice digs. Looks just like home.”

Shouto coughed, embarrassed again. “It’s too much, isn’t it?”

A chuckle worked its way out of Ryouta’s throat. “Yeah, a little.”

They were both avoiding the real reason why he had come up here, but he didn’t mind. Now that they were the same age, things felt more even between them, like they were on the same level. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as he had imagined it would be. They’d both gone through similar trials together. Since he could only remember his life as a U.A. student, he could almost pretend that they were on the same page as well.

“Did you not decorate your room...when you went here?” Shouto asked. “I wanted to visit, but I wasn’t allowed.”

Ryouta shook his head. “I didn’t have the money to do much with it and I avoided asking Dad for help as much as possible.” This looked a lot more comfortable than his dorm. Home life might have been more than chaotic and he had hated it as much as he had loved it, but their house had been nice. The number two hero could afford a lot of things. Just not a decent personality. “I asked if you could visit all the time, but he wouldn’t even let Fuyumi or Natsuo come.”

There was a brief lull in the conversation as both of them thought about their other siblings. They were both older than him now. Natsuo had been taller than him even when they were kids, despite Ryouta being the older brother. He’d finally caught up by fourteen and had been very pleased. Knowing his luck, he’d be shorter again. He wasn’t looking forward to finding out.

Turning back around, Ryouta looked up at his brother, only to be caught off guard by the fact that he was looking up at his brother. For the first time, he noticed he had to tilt his eyes slightly upward to meet his gaze. His younger brother’s gaze. Shouto was a few centimeters taller than him, which, while it wasn’t much, felt neither right nor fair. It was like dealing with Natsuo all over again. He didn’t like it. His eleven-year-old brother wasn’t supposed to be taller than him at all.

...Except Shouto wasn’t eleven years old anymore. The flash of impulsive indignity was fleeting and died down when reality promptly set in, bringing something bitter with it. He wasn’t eleven years old anymore and hadn’t been eleven years old for a long time. His brother had grown up and he had missed it. What should have been five years had become the blink of an eye - or the flash of a quirk. A quirk that had been used on him for what sounded like a very good reason.

The anger that had begun to build inside him died down under a wave of guilt. He couldn’t remember the past five years because of the quirk, but even if he could, he wouldn’t have been there for his brother anyway. He wouldn’t even be there with him now. Ryouta had missed years of his younger brother’s ever-fleeting childhood and he only had himself to blame for it. His throat stung and his tongue turned to lead at the thought. He already knew he had walked out on them - it was why he needed to talk to him in the first place - but every time he noticed something different, it felt like the discovery of a fresh sin he’d committed and made the harsh reality that much more real.

It only took a few seconds for the entire string of feelings and realizations to occur. Ryouta wasn’t able to maintain eye contact with Shouto for more than a fraction of that. (Weak.) He allowed his gaze to drop to his shoes and willed his lips to move. He had to say something. Something smooth, something genuine and eloquent, something that could hope to serve as even the beginning of an explanation, because gods knew there was no justifying all of it.

“Shouto,” he slowly said.

“Hm?”

Ryouta could feel the weight of the other boy’s gaze on him.

Eloquent. Genuine. He deserves an explanation. “You shouldn’t wear high tops.” Fuck.

He forced himself to look back up, if only to bear witness to the small disaster he’d just created. Shouto’s eyebrows were furrowed in bewilderment, the first hint of emotion on his face. “What?”

“Your shoes. You shouldn’t try to make yourself look taller,” Ryouta awkwardly explained. “It’s not working.”

The confusion began to dissipate from Shouto’s face, replaced by something that might be the shadow of amusement. There was a beat of silence in which Ryouta felt his gut twist before Shouto confirmed what he had begun to fear in that moment. “I’m not wearing high tops.” A quick glance down revealed that, indeed, he was wearing perfectly flat, fairly thinly soled shoes. When Ryouta looked back up, a smirk, faint enough that he wouldn’t have noticed if he didn’t know where to look, had begun to form. It was only highlighted by the blank tone in which he said, “I’m just taller than you.”

Apparently, at some point over the last five years, his younger brother had also become a little shit.

Ryouta scowled. In the life he remembered, Shouto probably would’ve laughed after that, but instead, he only shook his head. That definitely meant that Natsuo was taller than him too. At least he still had Fuyumi and their mom beat. It had been frustrating to be shorter than his sister for half his childhood, but his quirk had burned through him too hot, making him small for his age for years.

Huffing irritably, Ryouta sat down on the floor, crossing his legs and propping his hands on his thighs, and Shouto followed, threading his fingers together. He looked a lot calmer. Ryouta didn’t know how he was managing it when he felt like a bundle of nerves, his quirk prickling anxiously under his fingertips until he managed to push it down. Sometimes, he lit and smothered tiny blue fires on his fingers to make it look like the fire was dancing. It was a habit he’d started when he was six to make his quirk seem less frightening, but it had turned into a tic after a while.

“I wonder if Dad told them about…”

About what, Shouto? About how their failure of a brother became a villain?

He couldn’t say that though, so Ryouta instead said, “I doubt it. He probably doesn’t think it’s important. After I left...” Why had he done that? Why had he left them? Had he even visited their mother in the hospital? Oh gods, his mom. “He probably cut me off my like a dead limb.”

Shouto sighed. He didn’t have to confirm it for Ryouta to know that Endeavor had most likely either burned or trashed everything that had belonged to him. He wouldn’t have even put it past the man to destroy any pictures of him and have them pretend like he didn’t even exist. That was what Endeavor did with failures. He put them in the past and he moved on, refusing to let them hold him back. His three kids before Shouto had been just that, Ryouta even more so.

“How are they?” he finally asked.

“Natsuo and Fuyumi are doing really well,” Shouto told him. “Natsuo is in college. I heard he even has a girlfriend now. He left home two years ago and hasn’t been back since, but we keep in contact.” Ryouta fought the urge to sigh in relief. That was good. At least one of them had been able to escape and have a normal life. “Fuyumi is a preschool teacher. She feels guilty over not being able to protect me more.”

“That wasn’t her job,” Ryouta cut in, angry with himself all over again. It had been his job. He was supposed to protect them from their father. He was supposed to keep their mother safe.

Shouto looked resigned, but then all of this had already come to pass for him. He couldn’t regret it. “I know. She even stayed home to help take care of me.” He paused in thought. “I wonder if she’ll move out since I’m no longer living at home.”

Ryouta almost jumped to his feet. “She what? She’s still living there?”

“Dad couldn’t take care of us on his own,” Shouto pointed out, sounding almost like he was defending the man.

“He didn’t take care of us when Mom was there either,” Ryouta shot back. Shouto merely shrugged his shoulders. He wasn’t trying to defend Endeavor. It was frustrating. He’d missed so much. Had he not thought about that when he had walked out on them? How his leaving would change their lives too? Couldn’t he have left and stayed in contact with them like Natsuo? Hating his future self was exhausting and confusing all at once. He rubbed his head. “Sorry, it’s just… It’s hard to wrap my head around. I don’t know what happened.”

Shouto was silent for a minute, stewing over something that had been on his mind, until he asked, “Did you feel like leaving before? Last night, after the phone call and argument with Dad -- did you want to leave?”

“I…” Ryouta propped his hands on the floor behind him and leaned back. “Of course I did. I won’t lie about that. I was so angry with Dad sometimes that I wanted to burn everything to the ground and leave it all behind. Either I’d dream about proving him wrong and making something incredible of myself or taking you and the others away from him and getting the hell out of dodge.” He tilted his head back and gazed at the ceiling. “I felt like a failure. I couldn’t be the hero that Dad demanded. It was humiliating. To be honest, I hated it here.”

From his peripheral vision, he caught the alarmed expression on Shouto’s face and the way he sat up straight. “You hated it? What do you mean? You wanted to go to U.A. so bad. I remember you fighting with Dad about it your last year in middle school. You even used Mom’s name to do it.” He blinked in confusion. “You used to tell me how much I would love it when I went here and always smiled when talking about school. It’s what made me okay with Dad pushing me to apply. I thought, if you liked it so much, then I would too.”

“You do like it here, don’t you?” Ryouta asked.

Shouto hesitated, but then admitted, “Yeah.” For the first time in his life, he had friends of his own and he was away from Endeavor. He could use his quirk as he wished. His quirk, not their father’s and mother’s. It was good for him. U.A. was exactly what Shouto had needed in his life. It had been a slap in the face for Ryouta.

“That’s good.” Ryouta closed his eyes. “It’s different for you than it was for me. You’re in the hero course. I’m - was - in General Studies, bottom of the barrel, the students who either couldn’t hack it in the entrance exam or applied to it knowing they couldn’t and hoping they could make a name for themselves at the Sports Festivals.”

“I don’t understand,” Shouta said. “With your quirk, you should’ve been in the hero course. I’ve seen you use it before you-” Before he had become Dabi. He tried not to react. “It’s strong.”

“I didn’t take the entrance exam like you did. I did enough to get into General Studies and that was it.”

“Why?”

Ryouta opened his eyes and looked back at his brother. “Because that was one of Dad’s rules. If I was going to go through with attending U.A., I had to earn my spot in the hero course a different way. He didn’t consider me worthy to apply for the same course that he went through. I had to prove that I was.”

There was something else bothering Shouto. He could tell from the way he wouldn’t meet his gaze. “I didn’t take the entrance exam. I got in on recommendation.”

A bitter laugh almost escaped Ryouta, but he clenched his jaw at the last second. “I should’ve figured that.”

At the end of the day, Shouto was stronger than him in every sense. Their quirks were similar, but Shouto excelled where Ryouta was flawed. The only way that Ryouta bested him was that his flames were much hotter and more powerful, but that was only because his fire quirk didn’t reside on half of his body and even then it didn’t do him much good.

“It’s different for you,” Ryouta continued in a flat tone. “In the hero course, you’re at the top of the food chain. You’re the focus. You’re important. Maybe you don’t do it, but a lot of the students in the hero courses in my time looked down on those in Gen Studies, considered them weak and beneath everyone else. There might not be any active bullying, but it wasn’t unusual to get overlooked or pushed around.”

For Ryouta, it hadn’t helped that he couldn’t control his quirk. He’d done everything he could on his own to learn how to master it, but there had been nothing he could do about the way it had turned on him repeatedly. He had been considering going to someone in the support course, but he hadn’t trusted any of the teachers enough to tell them about his quirk issues, much less another student. If he admitted that he needed help, then he would be even more of a failure than his father called him. Needing support meant that, on some level, his quirk was broken.

“You should’ve been able to get into the hero course,” Shouto insisted.

“I didn’t.” And he wouldn’t be able to hack it in the hero course now. In the five years that he’d lost due to being de-aged, he had somehow figured out how to control his quirk, but now he was back to sixteen and he was at a loss once more. Aizawa would figure it out soon enough. Maybe he’d pull him out of the course on his own. What if Ryouta accidentally hurt someone? The only thing he could do was hold off on using his quirk for as long as possible, but he knew that there would come a time when he didn’t have a choice. “I couldn’t meet Endeavor’s expectations. I couldn’t even meet my own. Being here reminded me of that every day.”

Shouto clenched his hands into fists. “Is that why you left?”

“I don’t know why I left,” Ryouta said honestly. “I know that, as of my last memories, I wasn’t planning on leaving. I had so many ideas still. I thought I could beat the system and prove our father wrong.” He let out a frustrated breath of air. He’d had so many dreams. Had he simply been too worn down? Had he been beaten down so many times by himself, by this place, by his father that he’d given up? “I went to bed last night even thinking that I’d be able to get Mom out of the hospital. I’d become a hero and I’d make enough money to get her out and--” He looked back at his brother. “Where is Mom? Is she...is she still there?”

The stiff nod from Shouto confirmed Ryouta’s worst fears and he deflated. The last time he had seen their mom had been when he was fifteen right after he’d been accepted into U.A. He’d had to use her last name to get in, after all, since Endeavor would only let Shouto attend U.A. under the Todoroki name. Her doctor had been hesitant about him visiting and he knew that it was because they were worried that his presence would trigger an episode or panic attack. He’d worn a beanie and loose dark clothes that hung on him awkwardly. He had thought about wearing glasses as well. Anything to make him look different from the man that had put her there.

“I’ve started visiting her again and writing her,” Shouto put in. “Fuyumi and Natsuo too. We… I waited too long.”

“Wonder if anyone will tell her about me or if her doctors might consider it too much,” Ryouta murmured, mostly to himself. He said it offhand, but a large part of him yearned to see her, even though he was terrified that she would push him away. Maybe his appearance would only disrupt her healing. He was too afraid to ask. “How is she?”

A small smile appeared on Shouto’s face. “She’s doing better. She’s come a long way. I don’t know if she’s forgiven herself for what happened, but she’s started talking about it.”

“That’s good. That’s…” Ryouta nodded, his mouth dry. “Good.”

Somehow he knew that she hadn’t mentioned him, even if Shouto didn’t want to admit it. He had a feeling that none of them did after a while. It sounded very much like he’d cut off all contact with them and their father had made sure to burn every shred of his existence. It would be easier to pretend as if he either never existed or was dead. That was the Todoroki way. Their mother had loved her children, but things had always been complicated. He had never doubted that she loved him. Only, sometimes, he wondered if she liked him or wanted him around.

Part of it was his fault, he knew. As his training had progressed and things had steadily gotten worse, he’d started to develop his father’s temper as his quirk got stronger, both of them uncontrollable. He’d never directed it towards her or his siblings, but she had to have seen him lashing out. She had to have worried that he might turn on Shouto or the others. Maybe she never outright thought it, but Ryouta could remember her looking at him like she looked at Shouto sometimes, like she wasn’t seeing him. With Shouto, she could take a few breaths and the look would go away. With Ryouta, she would leave the room entirely without saying a word to him.

(Why did it have to be Shouto that got hurt then?)

Ryouta fell back on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. “I feel like I’ve missed so much - like so much has changed and yet some things are the same and I don’t--” Another person might’ve cried at this point. He thought that he should, but he couldn’t muster the energy or desire. It took a fucking lot to get him to that point. If seeing his father today hadn’t done that to him, this wouldn’t. “I don’t understand.”

“Neither do I,” Shouto admitted.

“I’m sorry,” Ryouta told him, trying to inject as much genuineness in his voice as possible. It would’ve been better if he’d sat up to look at him, but he didn’t want to get up. It was easier to say the words to the ceiling. “I know it means jack shit since I don’t even know what all I’ve done as Dabi, but I know enough to know that I’m a complete bastard.” He snorted. “That’s probably an underestimate.”

“You don’t have to apol--”

“No, I do.” Ryouta pushed himself back up and faced his brother. “Because I don’t know if I will when I turn back. I tried to be a good big brother, but… I failed in the worst way and that’s something I can never forgive myself for. I was selfish.” That old familiar feeling of anger bubbled inside of him, only this time it was directed at himself. What he would do to not be consumed by that sort of rage. He shoved it down. Now was not the time. “I can’t promise you that I’ll be better. All I can is do is work at it.”

This time, Shouto didn’t respond immediately and Ryouta couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He was looking down again at his hands. One ice, one fire. He had so much power. Even as a kid, back before his training, Ryouta had seen it and been afraid for him. No one should have that much strength, least of all a kid in Endeavor’s care. His own had been terrifying enough. He’d nearly burned his bedroom down when he was six after having a nightmare. It had put him in the hospital for a week. His father had been so furious. The training had gotten much harder after that, like he was irritated with him for showing his weakness in public.

“Just don’t leave again,” Shouto finally said. “I know things will be different when you turn back, but for now…”

Ryouta let out a breath that he’d been holding. “Yeah, I can do that.”

And he would. He swore it with everything in him.

@mistystarshine notes: Have some sibling feels, featuring: tangles of emotions, unreliable narrators, Todorokis Todoroking, and mountains of guilt! Did they address everything they need to talk about? Absolutely not. Neither of these two are gifted when it comes to initiating an emotional dialogue about serious matters. (Why do that when you can just wait for explosions?) On the bright side, unaddressed issues being addressed when they are inevitably forced to be means we get even more scenes with them later!

This marks the first chapter that I wrote a section of prose for! (Discounting a few lines of dialogue) It’s not much, but it’s there and if you notice any shift in the writing style, that’s probably why. I’m hoping we did a decent job of mixing it in though! There’ll be more from me later on, although the majority of it is likely to be later on in the story.

I am over the moon and so happy that people have been enjoying our fic!

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