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Imagine, if you will: Villain Shouto

TW: DEATH, VIOLENCE, UNHEALTHY FAMILY DYNAMICS

Shouto opens his eyes and sees the face of a child, along with a tiny neck squeezed in his large hand.

The child is dead and cold, and Shouto did it. He killed the child.

He didn't mean to. He really didn't. It was the villain's quirk that made him think he was suffocating an enemy, an opponent strong enough to resist death and merely pass out.

It was the villain's quirk, Shouto promises desperately.

As much as he swears it's not his fault, he knows it is, and something in him snaps. Because, fuck, he just killed a kid.

And it hurts. It hurts so bad that he hears bones crunch more, and his fist heats up, and the little boy turns to ash, all burned up in a heartbeat.

He lets it happen, thinking briefly of Midoriya, of his friends, and of saving. But, it hurts, and it hurts, and oh God - isn't this what family is?

This is what his father did to him, right? Made him bear the weight, the heavy flame?

It dawns on Shouto that he is like a father to this child of ash.

He realizes that this is what family is. It always has been.

It's painful, and the sons and daughters are supposed to suffer, right?

No family is okay. No family should be.

Shouto feels hotter and angrier when he remembers that Midoriya, smiling Midoriya, doesn't have a present father.

And Iida's brother is damaged and might as well be gone at this point.

And Bakugou's mother is loud and hits her son. Sure, she doesn't hit in the name of cruelty, but she still hits her son.

And Midoriya's mom didn't believe in her son, thought he'd never grow up strong, and she even told him so.

So, that's what mothers do, huh? They beat it into their children that they're weak and small and meant to deal with the oppressive role of being the son.

What do fathers do? Oh, fathers leave. They fight, and they leave, and they hurt and punch and burn and yell and abandon and break.

The conclusion is reached. It was there all along, really. All families are broken, and Shouto wants to fix them.

He pulls out his phone and sends Midoriya a text. It will work to further the plan, the suffering.

From Todoroki-kun:

they got me. don't think I'll make it

Next, Shouto leaves, as is his family role. In a flash, he's gone.

Burned bodies show up in alleys, on dark streets, in abandoned buildings.

They're all members of families who need to be healed. The wounds of the world need to be cauterized immediately. They need to disappear.

It feels ferocious. The heat is prominent and everlasting. It consumes.

More bodies pile up, and the attacks escalate. Witnesses flee at the sight of a growing, blue hell.

But, no one catches Shouto. After all, he's a pro.

He dyes his hair, shaves it down, singes the edges repeatedly. Then, he lets it grow out and occasionally braids it back, tucks it under hoods and hats.

Shigaraki has long hair, doesn't he? It's only fitting that he's the way he is. Shigaraki, All For One, they aren't a pretty picture. No one like them has a good family.

What is the League of Villains, then? They're a family of some kind. But, it's twisted, and it's broken, and then there's Dabi. The rot in the forest's heart.

More murders occur, victims absorbed by sky-colored fire, and the heroes and public blame Dabi. No one suspects the supposedly-dead-but-not-dead Todoroki Shouto.

He doesn't need to be blamed. His power is his own, yes, but he's surely not himself anymore. But he's not his father, either. No, he's become his brother.

This is what brothers do. He's positive that this is what they do.

He remembers young Touya trying to burn him in a haze of red. He remembers the new Touya, Dabi, laughing at the fact that he wanted Shouto dead in azure.

He remembers sizzling and boiling, and the feeling of a desert reduced to nothing but more scorching heat.

Brothers are supposed to kill their family, yes, he is now more sure of it.

The world needs to be ravaged like a forest fire. All the happy families are lies. They're not complete without chips and cracks and charcoal.

So, Shouto draws up a new cityscape and feels nothing. He doesn't use his ice anymore; he hasn't in years. He traipses through the dark with glowing, ember eyes and puts an end to the disease he loathes.

Dabi is later found dead, and the murders are put to an end.

On top on him lies his little brother.

No hand is wrapped around Shouto's neck, but he's a skeleton, and at least he's being embraced, even if it's by another husk of a self.

He's dead, as promised - that's all that matters.

He's what family is supposed to be.

Older and younger brother are tangled up in a statue of charred bones, which collapses quickly, a funeral pyre of hollow marrow.

They're discovered at dawn, the morning glow pouring sun on them, more heat, more white hot pain.

The world quickly mourns the loss of these two brother skeletons, grieves for the loss of a family, and soon goes back to nurturing the young with little tastes of hell.

It's ugly, and it's fiery, and it hurts, but hey, it's family.

[moonflaregal]

Nothing to Say Except “Ouch”

This may contain sensitive material for some. Please read at your own discretion. I would say “enjoy,” but ouch. You’ll see.

“Midoryiya,” Shouto began, the boy’s hero name long forgotten. “Midoriya, I need you to stay with me.”

The pro hero was kneeling, rocks pressing into his shins through the fabric of his hero costume, pricking him and telling him to abandon the companion resting in his lap.

Midoriya’s face was beaten and bruised, cuts running along his nose, down his jaw, and through one of his eyes. He looked as if he had walked under a red-stained waterfall, one eye closed, the other always open to witness the crimes of a humanity he needed to protect. The red curtain meant nothing to Izuku, for if he simply held his hand out from under the crimson water, he could still save.

“Midoriya, please, don’t die,” Shouto scrambled as his hands combed their way through the boy’s hair, shivering each time his fingers ran into a knot. He choked on his own spit as he realized hot smoke was curling into his throat, making it difficult to breathe. As much as it tried, it did not stop him from calling out to the boy in his care.

But, the hero in his hands was tired, and half of his hearing had been obliterated by the last hit, and he wanted to move, yet his body was numb. All he could do was listen to half of the world, and he wondered, in his semi-delirious state, why only the screams were audible. Those, and the soft voice of fear that seemed to be attached to the gentle feeling of his hair being smoothed out over and over and over again.

“Izuku,” Shouto tried, “Izuku, I need you to stay with me. With all of us.”

Izuku waited. He continued to take in fifty percent of the world and wondered if Shouto knew how heavy the pain was, how difficult it was to only have one-half of oneself. Asking a question in his state was impossible, but all he wanted was an answer, so he continued to wait.

It might not have been that he desired to wait. It was more likely that he had no choice, with a torn up voice and a shattered-up-everything on the inside. 

Shouto began to feel numb, began to slip into the white noise, allowing the world to become nothing, quiet, serene. He was in shock.

His best friend was lying in his arms, slipping away from him down the rapids as he remained on a lonely rock. Where was everyone? Probably dead. Probably fighting. Most likely dying.

Beyond the matted hair in Shouto’s eyes, the tangled, white nothingness, the heroes were winning. If he looked up through the screen of hazy air, he could have seen the shadows of heroes rising up to the challenge. He would have noticed the way the sky was desperately close to clearing into blue.

Still, he focused on the boy he needed to hold. 

The boy in question was 29 years of age with his own agency and his own golden reputation. He was a man with trustable friends and caring rivals, one with kindness to spare, as if it were never-ending.

And the boy in question was also just that. A boy. Dying and wheezing, body crumpled and wringing itself dry, hands rotting away as his remaining eyesight clouded over. A strangled whine let itself escape into the heavy atmosphere that pressed him into torn up road.

“Yes? Midoriya? Izuku?” Shouto responded immediately, having barely caught the sound at all.

A scarred hand came up to his cheek and brushed something away, before falling slack again.

The barely living boy then started to rasp. 

“Todoroki-kun...”

“Yes, I’m here. I’m here, Midoriya.”

“I hear... half... of the world.”

Shouto froze, not understanding what was being said to him. Midoriya continued on.

“It... sounds afraid...”

More silence as strength was picked up in broken little pieces and stitched together by sheer will.

“I’m afraid... that I won’t live to save it...”

Shouto let out a sob and clutched Midoriya’s hand. His voice cracked. “You already saved the world. You did it. And you can save as many more worlds as you want. You just need to hold on. Just... hold on.”

Was it his imagination, or did cracked and bloodied lips twitch as if they wanted to quirk up into a reassuring smile?

“I know... you got over it... when we were kids,” the boy gargled, “but... remember that life... is not meant to be... half lived.”

Resting his head against Midoriya’s, his body trembled and fought to tear itself apart. Was he hot? Was he cold? What he still? Was he falling? It was glacial and volcanic, and it hurt.

“Please, Midoriya, you’re my friend. You’re the one who saved me. Breathe. Just breathe. Don’t ever stop. Please. Life may be meant to be lived fully, but it’s okay if you don’t take full breaths. Just please keep breathing. Stay with me. Please, please, please. I can’t lose you. You mean so much to me.”

“Shouto-kun.” 

Shoto’s eyes snapped open wide, vision blurry beyond the tears.

“Shoto-kun, it’s o-”

“No, no, no, no. Don’t tell me it’ll be alright. I need you to breathe. Cry if you have to. Sob, cry, wail, anything. It’ll mean you’re alive. Even if you have to cry, please just keep breathing.” The irony of asking Midoriya to breathe and then cutting him off was lost as Shouto desperately grasped at straws.

“My chest hurts... it all... it’s fine, really...”

The look in Midoriya’s eyes unfocused further. Shouto screamed.

“Why can’t you just cry,” he shouted at his dying friend, “you used to cry all the time. When did you stop? Why won’t you cry? When did it change?”

The body beneath him shakily hoisted itself up and wrapped its arms around the one holding it, the one tethering it to earth, and green lightning danced along the rubble.

Shouto found it harder to speak through the tears. “It- it’s okay. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to cry.” He repeated himself without ceasing as he clung to the world’s greatest hero, unsure of who he was speaking to.

Then, something warm fell onto his neck, sat there, and cooled. His first instinct told him that it was blood, and his intuition was rarely incorrect.

But there, sliding down to his shoulder, proving him wrong, was a cold tear.

Against his neck, hidden by a mass of green curls, a bewildered voice spoke. “It’s... been so long since I did that. It’s... been so long.”

Utter silence.

“M-Midoriya?”

Quiet.

“Midoriya, M-Midoriya, Midoriya, Midoriy-”

Previously the number three hero, now the number two hero, the son of Endeavor erupted in fury.

[moonflaregal]

Little Things the BNHA Guys Do to Show Their Love

Bakugou 

- When you twitch at how loud the music in his car is, he reaches over, turns it down a bit, and doesn’t say a word. And he taps his fingers on the steering wheel, but he doesn’t tap because of the song. He’s tapping along to the sound of you humming

- When you’re crying, he makes sure to make you look at him so you can see his eyes and that he’s not going to look away

Todoroki

- Saves you some of his dinner if you’re home late or if you’re having a bad night. There’s always a note with a simple statement on the container. “For you.” “Best cold.” “A little spicy.”

- Waters your plants when you can’t and frets to himself, not knowing if he’s doing it right. Definitely called Midoriya and Iida over this while pacing

Kaminari

- Turns the light on when you’re struggling to read something as the sun goes down, and when you look up to see him by the switch, he gives you the cutest grin and finger guns as he poorly moonwalks out of view

- Reorganizes the fridge every now and then, mostly cause he’s hungry and wants to eat a ton. But, he makes sure to eat up the leftovers that need to be eaten and the sauces you complained about having been in there for years. Once, he mixed a ton of sauces together and ended up getting super sick the next day

Sero

- Random hugs. He has a secret game to see how many times he can surprise you in a day with hugs. He accidentally lets go a lot, because it scares you occasionally, and it’s so funny he laughs so hard he has to step away and hold his stomach. Every now and then, he has to shoot tape up at the ceiling to hold himself up

- Catches your hair when it’s about to fall into the pan you’re cooking with. When you thank him, he runs his free hand through his own hair and smiles. “Sure thing, babe!”

Kirishima

- Touches your hair and taps your shoulder as he walks past to grab you both a cup of coffee. He doesn’t turn around if you playfully complain, but you can hear him chuckle. When he hears the sound of you smiling and laughing, he closes his fist triumphantly with a winning grin

- Holds your cheek in his hand when you’re stressed out and tells you, “You are so manly.” It doesn’t matter how you identify, he thinks you’re cool

Shinsou

- Gets you a snack or drink every time he goes out without you. He doesn’t make a big deal out of it either. The little gifts just appear on the counter or beside you, and often you can’t even tell when he put them there

- Buys you a matching scarf so he gets to see you snuggle into it as the cold hits your face. Oh, and so he can spot you easily in a crowd

Midoriya

- One time, you were so sleepy at the airport that he carried every ounce of luggage, your purse and all, bags slung all over him, but he didn’t mind at all. He also bought you a book while he was at it, cause he knew you’d want one when you were more awake

- Took notes on your nightly routine so he can help you get ready for bed if you’re ever too tired, or if you somehow end up drunk. You almost saw the notebook one time, and he panicked so hard he threw it out the window

Hawks

- Sends you links to songs he thinks you’ll like ‘cause he can’t always be home all the time. He’ll test out playlists to give you as he flies around

- He’ll fly past your apartment and slap sticky notes to the window with messages for you. On your anniversary, you woke up wondering why the sun wasn’t out yet. In actuality, it was. But there were at least a hundred notes on your window blocking the sun

Dabi

- Has a list of things he plans to steal for you. He’d buy them with the money he takes off corpses, but he always forgets to pickpocket before he burns people to a crisp

- Insists on getting takeout almost every night, because he doesn’t want to entertain the possibility of you burning yourself somehow with the stove or oven. He got agitated when he came home to find you baking one evening, so he opened the oven, burned all your cookies with his own fist, and said, “I don’t like you doing this.” You slapped him pretty fiercely, but he coolly shifted his gaze in a silent apology. He has never burned your food again

Aizawa

- Puts up with your weird taste in coffee and gets you a coffee machine for your birthday. If you don’t like coffee, he gets you a couple nice mugs and an arrangement of mason jars with different types of tea

- He feels badly for always being asleep, so he makes breakfast as often as he can. At work, he calls you after he wakes up from a nap a little before his break ends, because he knows you like his sleepy “just woke up” voice

Shigaraki

- (Think gamer Shigaraki.) Got you (threatened a salesman half to death) blue light glasses. They were originally supposed to be his, but he thought you could use them more. He almost snapped them in half before they got to you ‘cause Dabi pissed him off so much. Kurogiri had to hold them the rest of the way back to the hideout

- Aggressively tells you to go to bed. “Go to bed.” “Fucking sleep.” It’s his way of caring. This also applies to food. “Eat.” “Eat it. I’m disintegrating your phone if you don’t.” 

Chisaki

- Brings fresh flowers home in a vase after rough days. He rarely acknowledges them. The one time you were in awe at how pretty they were, he smiled with class and asked, “You like them, hm?” They are always the type of flower you have previously mentioned here and there. He changes the water in the vase out regularly

- Washes your hair when you’re too tired to do anything. He also uses a specific deodorant after you smelled it at the store and thought he might like it. He’ll never use a different one

- Bonus: plays classical music as he’s experimenting, but it’s all symphonies that remind him of you

[moonflaregal]

Boyfriend Todoroki Headcanons - Part Two

- He is the most peaceful reader you’ve ever seen

- He got you a single rose for your first date and a dozen for your anniversary

- You bought him a ring for when he’s not working, but he’s still afraid of melting or freezing it, so it’s in one of his hero costume utility pouches

- You get to talking to him about his hero name, which is just Shoto. So you say, “You’re my Shoto, so that means you’re my hero.” A small blush creeps across his features. You then tease him by saying, “Careful there, hotshot, you might just overheat.” He proceeds to explain how his body regulates its temperature to achieve homeostasis

- He’s great with kids, and you love seeing him entertain children, especially in the wintertime when he gets pelted with snowballs by five-year-olds. However, one time, you had to stop him from accidentally crushing a couple kiddos with an entire snowman. What? He gets a little carried away

- You love to curl up in his lap, and you remind him of a cat. He smiles the softest smiles when you fall asleep like this

- When his legs go numb while cuddling, there’s an entire monologue going on in his head on why he wishes he could move, but he can’t, because that would disturb you

- When you have a really bad day, you curl up next to him and call his phone to hear his voicemail. It’s so Todoroki that it makes you smile. “Hello. I’m Shoto. You called me, but I’m not here right now.” On rare occasions, he’ll mimic his voicemail for you, even if it confuses him as to why you love it

- Lastly, don’t ask me why, but I have a feeling this man hates olives

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Boyfriend Todoroki Headcanons - Part One

- You get him a five pack of hotdogs for April Fools, and when he doesn’t get it, you remind him of the kids who called him Five Weenies. “I’m not Five Weenies.” Needless to say, he didn’t get the joke

- He once heard you use the phrase, “You opened this can of worms...” and the most confused look appeared on his face. His voice pitched itself slightly higher. “Worms?”

- If you like cold soba, there are a least four servings made at a time for the both of you to enjoy

- If you like hot soba, he may ask if you’ve been hanging out with Bakugou too much

- He hugs you from behind and rests his head on your shoulder. He almost fell asleep one time because your shampoo was too nice, and he was tired

- The amount of air freshener you use is insane. He smells nice after a shower and all that, but oh boy right after training? Burnt toast man

- He’ll make you a small ice sculpture in his palm to see you stare at it in wonder. When he obliterates it with his fire and sees your shocked expression he simply says, “It got cold.” You wonder if that’s his attempt at a joke

- Sometimes, he’ll sling an arm around you out at a restaurant. It’s a bit stiff and sometimes seems forced, but he’s doing his best to show affection

- The only time you ever saw him drunk was after dinner with his father. Because Shoto was with you after, he went from moping to getting the giggle fits like crazy. He was so much like a little kid, and the next morning, he vowed not to drink again because he deems it irresponsible

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Boyfriend Bakugou Headcanons - Part One

- You looked too peaceful watching a movie on the couch with him one day, so he kicked you off

- Gets you ramen at whatever heat tolerance you can manage but never sorts yours and his, so sometimes you accidentally get a mouthful of fire. He definitely keels over in laughter at this 

- Kirishima once made a remark at how he eats differently in front of you, and Bakugou stabbed his plate so hard he broke it. He didn’t mean to, honest

- Memorizes all your orders because he “doesn’t have time to ask you what the fuck you want,” but it’s really just cause he loves you

- The first time you watched a horror movie together, the jumpscare that made you fly a good foot into the air made his eyes widen quickly and made him go, “Oh.” You’ve gotten better scares out of him by popping out from the dark hallway

- You caught him telling the rain to “shut up.” Upon being asked why he did such a thing, you were then told, “Shut up.” 

- If you can’t reach something, he’ll watch you struggle for a bit, before letting out a “tch” and calmly getting you the item

- You got him a cheesy Hallmark card one day as a joke, thinking he’d blow it up, but he still has it

[moonflaregal]

BNHA Boys & You - Costume Party Edition

The boys in this one: Denki, Kirishima, Deku, Bakugou, and Todoroki :)

- Denki went as Ben Franklin. Need I say more? And you, on the other hand, were asked to be the key. The key to his heart, that is

- Kirishima went as a sushi chef, thinking chefs to be manly, artisans and masters of delicious food. And have you ever seen a sushi chef work their culinary magic? Badass! You somehow ended up as the one out of the two of you going as a shark

- Deku immediately panicked and threw a sheet over his head. “S-see! I had it all planned out! A ghost!” You went as a pumpkin to compliment the Halloweeny vibe. He was very thankful

- Bakugou didn’t want to go at all, but after you said, “Only pussies don’t wear costumes,” he started yelling and stormed off. He came back in edgy clothing you didn’t know he had the resources for, announcing himself the drummer of his favorite band. You played along as the lead singer. After you sang him something just for him, he muttered, “Not bad... I guess.” 

- Todoroki came out of his room dressed in a black turtleneck and tan slacks. After informing him it was to be a costume party, he went back into his room, this time to emerge in a light blue turtle neck with a sign on his chest labeled “ice.” You smiled at him, and he said, “What? I changed.” “Yes, that you did, Shoto.” You went as a barista, telling others he was supposed to be an uppity customer that simply did not have enough time in his busy customer day to amuse others by way of fancy costume

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Bakugou Crushing on You Headcanons - Part One

- He once got you a bouquet of flowers but accidentally blew them up when Denki told him he got your favorite color wrong. He had it so fixed in his mind you liked a particular shade

- Flicks your head at random moments just to get a rise out of you

- Admires you from afar with that sly side glance of his, when he’s not flicking your head of course

- You drop your notebook one day, he picks it up without a word, and he hands it to you. Only when you say thank you does he mutter, “Whatever.”

- Sero punched your arm while joking around, and Bakugou felt his fingertips twitch like crazy. Midoriya, sitting across from him, asked him if he was okay due to the twisted up face he was making. Bakugou told him to, “Go screw your own face, idiot!”

- If it’s darker at night, he observes and makes sure you’re safe inside before retiring to bed at his ever-early bedtime

- He has a couple sticky notes stuck in his shojo manga novels that mark parts he thinks you’d like

- You mention to the others that you might have forgotten to blow out one of your dorm room candles, and Bakugou nearly loses it. “You tryin’ to kill yerself, idiot?!” He proceeds to light up his palms, and a nearby curtain catches fire

[moonflaregal]

Boyfriend Deku Headcanons -Part One

- He would have a notebook filled with sketches of your favorite flowers and why you like them, so he knows which to get you for any occasion

- He secretly named a flower after you, the one that reminds him of you. He doesn’t care that the flower already has a name; it’s yours now

- You would tap him on the shoulder, joining him in the hallway, and he would jump in fright at first. But, the smile upon seeing you would put the stars to shame

- You ask him to do your eyeliner one day for fun. This man cannot keep his hands steady to save his soul, so you convince him that it’s okay. He now believes “wiggly eyeliner” is a trend. Kirishima finds this greatly amusing and plays along

- The first time Izuku dresses up for you, it’s in a fancy vest with a deep red back and black pants and a black tie. He looks at himself in the mirror, takes a deep breath, and then grins while holding up a confident fist. Not that you’d know, because he gets flustered as soon as he sees you

- You took him on a Farris wheel once and he damn near threw up he was so excited

[moonflaregal]

Plushies and Pancakes

Fluff stuff with Hawks.

Word Count: 1224

It had been a rough day for you. Work was tougher than usual, and you were incredibly tired. You practically stumbled into the apartment, flinging your keys into the bowl by the door and making your way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. 

You wasted no time. You didn’t even stop to cry or let yourself think about your day. If you fell asleep, that would be the end of the day. It would be over, and a new day would start. 

The only thing that nagged you was that you desperately missed him tonight. He was out patrolling, flying over the night city, protecting everyone, creating a better life. He was your Hawks, your Keigo, and he was not home yet. 

Fighting your slumping shoulders, you shuffled across the carpet in the bedroom. In the third drawer, behind your red t-shirts, was a small plushy, a mini Hawks. 

You were certain Hawks had never found the mini version of himself, and you intended to keep it that way. It had been easy to search for and purchase. After all, your boyfriend was the number two hero. It would put it all to shame if he lacked an array of merchandise to his name. But, possession of said merchandise was embarrassing, and you knew Hawks wouldn’t let you forget it. 

Just a few minutes, you decided. You would lay down with the plushy for a few minutes, hide it away, and then sleep. Well, those few minutes got extended when you passed out completely, snuggling up to the comforting object.

When Hawks soared in through the balcony entryway at around five in the morning, he sent the majority of his feathers out into the living room so he could slip his jacket off his back. Returning the feathers, he draped the jacket over his arm and sauntered over to the bedroom. 

What he saw melted his heart, and he pushed his yellow shades up, his hair fanning out behind him further. He stood there admiring you, with his feathers rustling as gently as butterfly wings fluttering. His head rested against the doorframe, and his shadow extended out to cover you like a dark blanket.

You were curled up on one side with your knees waist level, and clutched in your arms, Hawks could not believe his sharp eyes, was a miniature version of himself. You remained asleep as he warmly laughed to himself at the sight, and for the next hour or so he was entranced by how peaceful you looked. 

You were an early riser, an early bird, so around six thirty in the morning, you began to stir. You woke up to the smell of blueberry and sounds of murmured cussing coming from the kitchen. 

In a flash, as you realized you had fallen asleep with the plush, you threw it into your drawer, recovered your sleepy morning state, and shuffled out into the living area that was connected to the small kitchen. 

Hawks was there, wings bumping against nearly every surface. He was still in his hero costume, so you assumed that he had come home only a bit earlier. His arms were strong and muscular as he flipped a few pancakes in a skillet. 

“What do you think you’re doing awake, princess?” 

His gentle voice made you swoon as if it was the first day you saw him. You stretched one arm above your head, and the sliver of skin exposed did not escape Hawks’ notice. “Saying hello to you, you big oaf.”

“Oaf?” he joked in higher pitch. “I’m making you your favorite pancakes, and you call me an oaf?”

“Your wings keep knocking over our salt. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thrown it over my shoulder. I vacuum at least four times a week.” 

You moved under his wing, brushing it aside like a curtain, and wrapped your arms around him. “Why don’t you just let your feathers hang out in the living room while you cook? Or better yet, couldn’t they help you hold things?”

“You know I like cooking like this, babybird. I like to savor the time of making breakfast. Using my wings would mean I would get it done in a flash. But, I can flip at record speed with or without them.” 

He flipped more pancakes to prove his point. He smelled amazing, and you drank in the sight of his focused yet leisurely gaze. 

“So, about the mini me,” he said.

“You saw?” you squawked, “B-but you came home late this time.”

“It’s cute, babybird. I find it flattering-”

“It’s embarrassing! I don’t have a plushy of you. I absolutely do not.”

He chuckled, and you felt it rumble through his form like soothing thunder. He moved the both of you over to the counter to deposit more pancakes onto a plate that was piling up quickly. Once the pan was back on the stove, he moved a pinched hand to his lips and mimed sealing them. “My lips are sealed, if that’s what you want.”

You giggled and detached yourself to set up the dining table, which was also your work table, and the taxes table, and the everything table, but you somehow kept it clear most of the time. A feather followed you as you set out plates and silverware and napkins, and it poked you in the back when you stood there for too long. 

“What?” you protested. “I’m just wondering if the green plates are better for blueberry pancakes.”

You could practically hear Hawks tilt his head at you in amusement. “They’re... plates?”

“Yeah, but,” you continued, “I just don’t know if they fit the vibe of morning blueberry pancakes. Do you think the blue ones would go better with them?”

Moving to your side and to set food on both your plates, Hawks raised his eyebrows at you. “Always thinking about those things, hm? Are we?”

“Yes. It is very important, Keigo.” 

It was then that he laughed a booming laugh, and he doubled over beside you. It was the laugh that made you grin like a class-a idiot. 

“I fucking love you,” he said, scooching your chair backward, and then placing himself in his own. 

“I love you too, Keigo,” you said as you took your own place at the table. 

The pancakes were delicious, despite being slightly burnt. No matter how much Hawks boasted about cooking without his wings bothering him, you knew his food always turned out slightly off as a result, but it was always good. Plus, he always made food solely for you. 

Then, he spoke exactly as you shoved a large bite into your mouth. “Where’d you even get the plush thing, babybird? Is that a limited edition?”

Flustered and caught off guard, your face flared up with blush. The best you could manage was a mumbled and muffled, “Mmmmmmfffff mmfmfmr!”

Once more, he laughed loudly, and your heart soared. His wings shook with his shoulders in happiness, and one feather came to mime wiping a tear away from his eye. 

Another feather came to brush your cheek, and you started laughing, too. You nearly choked on your food, and Hawks’ eyes went wide in surprise. But then he started laughing even harder at your struggle. He couldn’t help it. He was just so in love with you.

[moonflaregal]

On the Horizon - Part One

Technically, my first fic. Angst and comfort and maybe fluff.

Part One 

Word Count: 1651

Every now and then, you would visit the roof of the dorms, looking at the sky and its expanse, calmly finding yourself watching the clouds with your eyes. You reached out, imagining brushing what you couldn't touch. No one was there to see your furrowed brow, your sudden tired shoulders, heavy from trying so hard every single day.

You had no desire to jump off the roof, but you couldn't deny that the winds before stormy days made you feel like you could ride them and end your worries.

This time, you were leaning next to the door that led down to the stairs. You had one arm propped up on one leg, and you were looking at the stars. Curfew, you knew, was coming up at a rapid pace, but you took the time to mold the stars into your palm.

You had a light creation and manipulation quirk. Even though it had strong support capabilities, you had managed to gain the ability to create tangible fire-like light that you could shape at will. It came in quite handy in dark hallways and when you were trying to find something under the couch, and it could also be used to fend off attackers, just in case.

The closest word to describe what you could create was starlight. 

If you concentrated hard enough, you could craft a small star in your hand out of nothing.  Bringing stars to life was a lot more complicated than the freeform lighting bolts you could wield like blades. 

You added more stars that buzzed in your hands like restless marbles. 

What you hadn't noticed was one of your classmates staring at the roof from the ground, puzzled. He had seen glowing light and thought maybe Kaminari was doing some late night training. True, you and Denki had similar quirks, and you two could make a wicked duo in a fight, but your starlight was somehow warmer. It seemed to glow more. Its buzz was softer, more controlled sometimes. 

You folded  your palms together, extinguishing the light, and Todoroki shrugged it off as nothing more than a confusing occurrence, determined to get inside and get ready for bed. 

The next time you were on the roof was two days later. You had had trouble concentrating in class, tired and in your head. You tried so hard every day, yet some days were never as happy as they could be. 

One of the bright sides of your quirk was that your strong connection with light meant that you could look into the burning sun without being negatively affected. So, this day, you stared directly at the sun, glaring at the edges you knew flickered with flames lapping at the space around them. 

You were so engrossed in looking into the distance that you once again were oblivious to the boy on the ground. He tried to look at what you were looking at, but he couldn't focus on the the master star like you could. 

Concern was written on his face in the form of a small frown. You were standing a bit too close to the edge, and the others were off nagging Aizawa-sensei about having another pool day, so Todoroki decided to run and check on you himself.

He sprinted into the dorms and up the stairs with determination. He hadn't always made an effort to talk to you, but sure, he had observed you, especially on training days. He observed everyone. Plus, you did remind him vaguely of Midoriya. It was in the way your façade sometimes fell away, and you looked more exhausted than usual. Maybe this was why he slammed the rooftop door open, breathing only slightly faster than normal, his mind set on getting to you as quickly as possible.

You were so intent on looking at the sun that you didn't notice the boy behind you. You felt calm. A little out of your body. A little disconnected. But calm. 

"Y/n-san."

You didn't hear it at first. After all, Todoroki wasn't the loud man his father was. 

But then his shoe crunched on scattered gravel, and this snapped you back to where you were. It startled you out of your mind, and on instinct the air around you crackled with static. It danced and glittered, like a white and gold nebula. 

The sun seemed to dim behind you as you turned around. To Todoroki, you created an eclipse, your eyes bright white and boring into his being, contrasting with the absence of light outlining you. It was as if you absorbed the brilliance of the daylight.

"Oh, Todoroki-san," you said suddenly. The light you had generated faded away in an instant, and your smile was back in its place. You couldn't shake the weight off your shoulders, but you could widen your eyes and pull your mouth into a suitable grin with practiced ease. This, you were good at.

Todoroki stared at you for a moment, calculating in his head. After some assessment: "Are you okay?" 

"Yep," you chimed without hesitation. But, your hand twitched when you said it. Did he notice? Of course he did. Did he say anything about it? He didn't know if he should.

"Really, I'm fine," you said, to reinforce just how okay you were determined to be. "Just thinking."

"Thinking?" He asked. He didn't move from where he was standing, noting that you hadn't stepped from the ledge, having come to the conclusion that it was best to make you come to him. 

"Oh, you know, about how nice of a day it is. It's warm today."

"Hmm?" he prompted.

Afraid of holding his gaze too long, you looked directly above you. You stayed like that until you felt like speaking again. "Todoroki-san?"

"Todoroki."

"What?"

"Todoroki is fine."

"Oh. Todoroki... do you ever feel as if the clouds are actually heavy?" You asked. You felt the fatigue creeping up on you and the thoughts that always came with it.

"...They're made of vapor." Well, you couldn't say you weren't expecting a more literal response from the boy.

"Maybe it's imaginary weight. Pressure. The pressure to spark into a rainstorm. The pressure to fight like thunder." You couldn't help the words coming out. It had been so long since someone had listened to you. "I think the sky is always fighting. Air currents, spectrums of light, molecules floating around and crashing into each other. But each one is alone and fighting on its own." 

He didn't interrupt you. While you were looking to the heavens and talking, you had subconsciously taken a step toward him. 

"Does it ever end? There is always light. But will it ever overcome the darkness so much that it scorches the Earth? When will the sun become angry at the people who expect so much from it?"

He saw that your hands were uncontrollably shaking now, small threads of light snapping and curling around your knuckles. 

"All I do is fight." Another step. 

"I'm trying." Only a couple steps until you reached him.

"All I do is fight." Your fist acted on its own as you shouted the last word. 

Your hand connected with Todoroki's left. His eyes were widened slightly, as you had caught him off guard. He'd never seen or heard you lash out before.

Reflected in his cool eyes, you saw yourself start to break. "It's all- it's all inside," you choked out, "I can't get rid of it. I'm sorry."

Todoroki stiffened. He knew that feeling. Bottling everything up inside. Burying it. Fighting. Resentment for those who wanted him to fight. Pushing him. Pushing it deep down. 

He let go of your hand.

"I'm sorry," you sobbed, "I'm just... so... weak." Burying your face in your hands, you squatted down to the ground. Your shoulders shook. "Weak. Weak. Weak. Can't anyone see I'm trying? I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying."

"I can."

You looked up from behind your fingers. Blurry from the tears, you barely made out Todoroki squatting in front of you calmly. He spoke again. "Y/n-san, I can see it." And he could. He had seen you train hard every day since you had transferred into his class. He admired you for it. For your fortitude. He was sometimes jealous of your easy carefree nature that accompanied how strong you were. You always expressed things better than him. But, he guessed he hadn't noticed that you also buried things within you. It made you more human to him, and he wanted to help you. He saw a bit of himself in you.

Lifting a hand, his right, he placed it on your shoulder hesitantly. It was warm. "I want to help."

Through your uneven breaths, you managed to get a few words out. "Y/n. Not y/n-san. Y/n is f-fine." At the hiccup on the last syllable, you bit your lip to stop from letting out another heaving cry. 

Todoroki removed his hand from your shoulder to brush a strand of your hair out of your face, but he stopped just shy of touching you, unsure. 

Then, without much of a warning, it fully hit you. The tiredness in your body caught up with your mind, and your mental resolve broke. Desperately trying to get it back, you stood up in a flash. 

The sheer willpower to stay upright left you completely after that. Your knees started to buckle, and you started to fall. 

At the last second, strong arms caught you. You felt cold and warm at the same time. Balanced. The last thing you saw before you passed out was the sun, and you wondered how Todoroki's grasp felt as strong as a solar flare but as soft as a sunrise. You wondered if you looked into his eyes again, would you see the sun itself?

[moonflaregal]

Burn the Stage Down - Part Two

Slight NSFW sprinkled in there.

Part One, Part Two

Word Count: 624

You groaned as you rolled your head out of its aching and hanging position. Part of you felt numb, and part of you was in agony. You were tied to a chair with strips of black cloth, one leg tied to each side of the metal. Your hands were handcuffed. It was nighttime, and the moon lit the space you were in.

You sighed. This was how it always started. 

“Do I see a stray kitten before me?” He was standing in the doorway, head against the frame, arms crossed.

“Fuck you,” you spat. 

“Ouch, feisty. Too bad your claws can't cut through cuffs.”

“Dabi, just get it over with already. Just fuck me, if that’s what you want,” you said flatly. On the inside, you were terrified. You knew you could only play the unaffected part for so long. Dabi was well aware of that, too. 

He stalked toward you, jacket swaying with each step. Raising a hand to ruffle his jet black hair, he admired how weak you looked. He wished he had used actual chains to tie you down, but this would have to do for now. 

His strides thudded on the harsh ground, and he stopped a few paces away from you. He lifted one leg and tilted your chair back with one boot, leaning in slightly. You were about to start squirming and thrashing, but he said, “Careful, one wrong move, this chair flies back, and you split your skull open with the fall.” 

“S-stop playing around.” No good. Your voice cracked. 

Dabi brought his foot back to the ground, and the chair lurched forward. You shrieked in surprise and couldn’t help but try to flail. This caused the concrete to rush toward you, but he caught you just in time. 

In a squat, there he was, his face centimeters from yours. One hand held the chair up, and the metal was beginning to glow and melt away. “Dabi-”

He slammed his rough lips against yours, and you were momentarily freed from his devil’s stare. His mouth was hungry, his tongue tracing your lip. As much as you tried not to let it get you, his throaty chuckle turned you on. This man was a walking hell, but damn could he kiss. Damn could he fu- no. No, you would not give in this time. He was using you. He always had been. 

You broke away, gasping for air. “Y-you’re using me.” 

“Shut up.”

He righted the chair and slapped you. It stung, and you hissed. Tears began to prickle in your eyes, and after he moved behind you, he snaked a hand around your throat. It heated up rapidly. It stung more than the slap. 

“God, I just love how your breathing picks up when I do that, kitten. What would you think if I marked you up? Seared a handprint into that neck of yours? Would you still be able to sing?”

You gasped in utter fear. A scream came out as a strangled choke. That was enough to satisfy him for the moment, and his hand cooled down as he squeezed the sides of your neck. You remained still as a statue. 

“Shame. You’re more afraid than turned on it seems. We’ll have to do something about that.” He shed his coat. It fluttered to the ground.

He wrapped his arms around you from behind. Yes, they were scarred and scratchy, but you would not deny that they were sculpted. His chin came to rest on your shoulder, and Dabi breathed you in. 

“You’re as sickly sweet as a candle flame’s beginnings, darling. I can’t wait to ravish you,” he rasped. The first part was the softest thing you had ever heard him say to you.

[moonflaregal]

Burn the Stage Down - Part One

Part One, Part Two

Word count: 1545

Spit was nearly flying out of your mouth as you belted out the lyrics you wrote in an hour one night, punch drunk and sitting on the balcony of the hotel room your band had miraculously been able to afford. You had come up with the words with a cigarette in your hand that served no other purpose other than to entertain you. You liked to watch as the smoke curled and licked at the cold night air. 

It contrasted heavily with the sauna-like atmosphere of tonight’s gig. You almost couldn’t catch your breath as you screamed the encore’s chorus, the heat from the lights mixing with the scorching waves of body heat. You felt alive, and it burned you.

Then, as you barely opened your eyes, you scanned the crowd, a mix of jumping, singing, and thrashing. It was the same energy that all your best songs and shows had. It made you grip the mic stand harder, pressing it up against you in just the right way to show off your figure, making you feel even more alive. 

It felt so great, and the cheers you received egged you on so much that you ad libbed a laugh into the song that your manager had decided to axe from the studio version. But, God, everyone in the audience, how they wished your devilish laugh was on the official track. 

One boy in particular stood out. Your eyes were squinted from putting your all into the lyrics, but you saw him. Standing there slack jawed, immobile, entranced. You made brief eye contact, and you swore a feverish blush ripped across his cheeks. This caused you to laugh once more, and you saw him jump ever so slightly in the middle of the sea of dancing people. To top it off, you leaned your body weight to one side lazily and extended one arm slowly, rising up with the increasing tempo of guitar and drums and bass. Your hand formed an elegant impression of a gun, and you fired it at the boy with a bang. He swore you stole his breath from his lungs in that moment.

He was just too damn cute, and it made you jump around onstage, dragging the abused mic stand everywhere you went. The electricity in the room skyrocketed. You turned your back to the crowd and fist bumped your guitarist, something you two did at every concert. Lastly, you pivoted quickly and let the last note fly. 

For the second time, your eyes met the lone boy’s. This time his face was lit up in a crooked grin, and his split-colored hair was flickering across his eyes. He seemed to be both glowing and glittering, frozen in your sights but still in beautiful motion. You remember getting the feeling that this was a rare sighting. You saw a boy completely free. 

The lights went out as you rolled your shoulders, holding the microphone out, suspending it over the mosh pit, your signature ending. 

“Ayo, thank each and every one of you stars for coming to see our show tonight,” you said into the pitch black room. You could hear the shouts demanding more, but that was it for tonight. So, instead, you gave them the only last excitement you knew how to give. Your boot slammed into the stage, and light flickered out and above the crowd like stars connected by lightning. It fizzed and snapped as you added, “Have a stellar existence. We are Flash Riff, and we thank you! Goodnight!”

Illuminated by your dying quirk’s light. There. In the back. A spikey-haired silhouette. Piercing eyes and an evil grin. You couldn’t breathe. 

There was a fraction of a second of a pause. The lights didn’t go on. The next fraction of a second. Still a void of fear. You felt your bandmate touch your arm. “Y/n, we have to get off the stage, or they’ll demand more, y’know? You know how it is.” 

The only thing you could choke out was, “We need to run.”

“What?”

Blue flames as bright as the sky ripped across the exit doorway, and the man in charge of the explosive act chuckled. This was not the type of laugh you had fun with on stage. This was a rumbling warning shot. 

He spoke. “Long time no see. It only took three burned ex’s corpses to track you down. Oh, and a tour poster.”

“D-Dabi,” you whispered. 

Before you could react, the lone boy in the audience commanded with an authoritative tone. “Everyone, step back.” 

There were fearful voices, and your fans nearly tripped over themselves as they created a parted sea. Three people were aligned along an invisible string, perfectly spaced apart. You, the boy, and Dabi. 

Voices in the crowd. “That’s Todoroki!” “His hero name’s Shoto, dumbass!” “Endeavor’s son!” “He goes to concerts?” “Dabi! We’re dead!” “The League of Villains!”

Of course, you had recently been on tour in the United States, so you had missed the U.A. Sports Festival and all the events revolving around the U.A. students. You had heard of big things shaking up Japan, but touring was busy for you.

Dabi raised a hand with his palm out. “Ah, Todoroki Shoto. You, step aside. We’ve already  met before. This reunion isn’t for you and I. I’m still more than willing to burn you to a crisp if you want to fight, though. That sure would catch your dear old dad’s attention.”

His skin emitted a subtle blue glow that didn’t escape your attention. “Dabi, no” you screamed. 

A roar of heat came for you, and you thought you were going to die. A wall of ice appeared to shield you. Jesus, you thought, maybe God does exist. Or at least a guardian angel.

Fire was split by the ice, and it singed the tops of heads in the room. It began to eat away at the glacier separating you, Todoroki, and Dabi. People ran, breaking for the back exits. 

“Some of you, through the side doors. Others, backstage,” you shouted into the mic, finally regaining some control over yourself. 

As if cutting through the screams physically, Dabi sidestepped around the remnants of Todoroki’s barrier. “You’re but a cub,” he scoffed at the boy, launching another attack. 

The U.A. student countered with a blast of ice, but when that started to evaporate, he glanced around, checking that no one was directly next to him, and he let rip orange flames from his left. The surprise shocked you backward. You fell next to your petrified bandmate, your friend, and you found enough of a voice to urge him to run. He looked at you, hesitating, but you shoved his leg from the ground with ferocity in your eyes. “I’ll be right there,” you told him. He ran.

Your legs shook violently. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You were muttering to yourself. “What the fuck?” 

Todoroki’s flames didn’t quite match up to Dabi’s, and you thought, I have to try. I have to try and help him.

With one last burst of courage, you threw out your fingers and let your quick sail toward Dabi in an attempt to blind him. A lick of light grazed his cheek, and his grin widened. “Bad move, kitten.”

Todoroki threw himself in front of the vortex of blue that rendered all your instruments to melted lumps and ash. A cold arm wrapped around you from before you and pressed you against his strong back. “It’ll be okay.” His voice was calm, quiet. Although absurd to find something humorous in a situation like this, you almost laughed at how this boy with wild looks sounded, dare you say, just about monotonous. 

“It’ll be okay.” This time, his voice carried more force, more emotion.

The mix of chill and heat was beginning to overwhelm you. You could tell the hero protecting you was concerned. His figure was rigid, and you saw fractals of ice trail across his clothed shoulder blades. 

“Y/n, kitten, you know what I want. You don’t want him to die, too, right?”

It was your turn yet again to freeze. You recognized that tone, even if you couldn’t see him. He was closer to you and Todoroki than before. It was do or die, now. 

“Don’t listen to him. He’s trying to manipulate you.”

You ignored the hero boy. Gripping the back of his shirt tightly, you shut your eyes. Your throat burned as you steeled yourself. Todoroki, although strained from using his right heavily, knew he could get out of this situation with you safely if he just had a second more to think, but you had no clue what was running through his mind, and you tore that second away from him. 

“Okay, Dabi, okay! Fine! Stop it. I’ll come out.”

“No,” Todoroki yelled as you shrugged off his grasp and ducked under the quirk he was unleashing. You tumbled to your knees, further tearing your fishnets, and you looked up at your ex. 

Looking up through your lashes, you breathed, “Please, please, don’t kill him. Use me instead, baby.”

The last thing you heard before a boot slammed into you was, “Good, love, next time you’ll lick this boot.”

Then, you were out cold.

[moonflaregal]

Masterlist :)

Started: 10/10/2020

Last updated: 1/16/2021

Total works: 9

BNHA

Todoroki

Burn the Stage Down - Part One, Part Two, who knows if I’ll ever finish it

On the Horizon - Part One, I’m really bad at continuing stories, but I’ll try :)

Boyfriend Headcanons - Part One

Bakugou - (may I just say, I love this man)

Crushing on You Headcanons - Part One

Boyfriend Headcanons - Part One, Part Two

Hawks

Plushies and Pancakes

Midoriya

Boyfriend Headcanons - Part One

Miscellaneous

Some of the BNHA Boys & You - Costume Party Edition

Little Things the BNHA Guys Do to Show Their Love - Part One