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The  past  never  dies !  You  will  𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙿  𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚅𝙴  𝚂𝙾𝚆𝙽 !  Enji  Todoroki !  Let's  fall  together !  Come  and  dance  with  me  in  Hell,  won't  you ?  Well ?  𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺  𝚄𝙿,  𝙳𝙰𝙳

An  indie,  private  and  selective RP  blog  for  𝙳𝙰𝙱𝙸 aka  Toya Todoroki, of  my  hero  academia.  Unaffiliated  with  any  fandom  or  RPC.  𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚋𝚢  𝙸𝚛𝚎.  30+. He/him  pronouns. Highly sporadic  activity.  Please  read  my  carrd  before  interacting.  Canon  complaint. Minors  and  personals DNI. 💀🧷

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OKIE, so I've moved both Dabi and Overhaul's blogs. All drafts and asks and anything else have also been moved there and I've posted an open each in cause anyone's interested. Might do more opens later if I think if anything akdhfjkldf. They're both so anti-social its hard to think of open/generic scenes rip. Overhaul : @ curecrafted and Dabi: @ pallorpyre

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OKIE, so I've moved both Dabi and Overhaul's blogs. All drafts and asks and anything else have also been moved there and I've posted an open each in cause anyone's interested. Might do more opens later if I think if anything akdhfjkldf. They're both so anti-social its hard to think of open/generic scenes rip. Overhaul : @ curecrafted and Dabi: @ pallorpyre

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Why  doesn't  anybody...  see  the  𝚋𝚒𝚐  𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 ?!  I'm  going  to  tear  down  this  entire  world !  Destroy  its  very  foundation !  You're  all  blinded  by  some  outdated  sense  of  what's  right !  You're  just  pretending  to  be  heroes !  𝙸  𝚆𝙾𝙽𝚃  𝙻𝙴𝚃  𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝙸𝙽  𝙼𝚈  𝚆𝙰𝚈 !

An  indie,  private  and selective  RP  blog  for  𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙷𝙰𝚄𝙻  aka  Kai  Chisaki,  of  My  hero  academia. Unaffiliated  with  any  fandom  or  RPC.  𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍  𝚋𝚢  𝙸𝚛𝚎.  30+. He/him  pronouns. Highly  sporadic  activity.  Please  read  my  carrd  before  interacting.  Headcanon  based.  Minors  and  personals  DNI.  🐦‍⬛🧪

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The  past  never  dies !  You  will  𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙿  𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚅𝙴  𝚂𝙾𝚆𝙽 !  Enji  Todoroki !  Let's  fall  together !  Come  and  dance  with  me  in  Hell,  won't  you ?  Well ?  𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺  𝚄𝙿,  𝙳𝙰𝙳

An  indie,  private  and  selective RP  blog  for  𝙳𝙰𝙱𝙸 aka  Toya Todoroki, of  my  hero  academia.  Unaffiliated  with  any  fandom  or  RPC.  𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚋𝚢  𝙸𝚛𝚎.  30+. He/him  pronouns. Highly sporadic  activity.  Please  read  my  carrd  before  interacting.  Canon  complaint. Minors  and  personals DNI. 💀🧷

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I need to be put in my place (the morgue)

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If you’re trash, at least burn and be kindling for my flames. (x)

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"god wouldn't want to help a demon survive, and that's what we are." - Dabi to Himiko

Woman, eating.

"Dabi, are you drunk? You say the weirdest things!"

Himiko giggles into her hands, softly rocking her body back and forth on her foot. Was he drunk, or was this what some people would call imparting wisdom? She didn't know how old Dabi was, but he sure spoke like an old man sometimes.

"Who cares about that?" She claps her hands before her and gives him an amused smirk, leaning a bit closer as if to share a secret, "Tomura-kun is everything we need. He will take us wherever we need to go, and maybe not all of us will make it, but we knew that from the beginning, didn't we? But we all still made this choice! So, what gives? Demons or not, we're all comrades! You just have to trust the boss and do your part, and of us will do our own as well!"

Maybe  he  was  a  little  drunk,  sure.  He  glanced  at  his  nearly  empty  glass,  unsure  of  how  many  he'd  already  had  exactly  before  he  returned  his  pout  to  her.  He  knew  what  he  was  trying  to  say  but  wasn't  sure  how  to  put  it  delicately.  He  had  the  idea  he  had  to  try  because  he  didn't  necessarily  want  to  hurt  her  feelings.  Not  that  it  was  his  job  to  tell  her  anything.  Or  to  feel  any  kind  of  concern  for  anything  going  on  with  her.  Surely,  it  was  the  alcohol.  It  made  him  think  of  stuff  that  he  was  usually  too  angry  to  think  about.

Not  that  he  didn't  think  about  his  family  all  the  time.  He  was  a  pretty  lousy  older  brother.  Always  needing  help...  Helping  was  supposed  to  be  his  job,  wasn't  it ?  But  the  things  that  helped  him  didn't  seem  to  help  his  siblings...  They  didn't  like  talking  about  stuff  like  he  did;  he  guessed  it  made  sense  when  all  he  did  was  complain,  right ?  There  was  just  always  something  wrong  with  him,  no  matter  what  he  did.  It  was  the  same  for  most  of  the  guys  here  in  the  league.  He  wasn't  here  to  be  friends  with  anyone,  but  if  he  was  gonna  be  friends  with  someone,  these  were  probably  the  only  people  in  the  world  that'd  suit  him.

He  scoffs  a  little.  She  has  a  pretty  good  answer.  ❝ Yeah,  yeah.  I  got  no  intention  of  strayin'  from  our  cause.  Makin'  those  heroes  pays  all  I  live  for.  But  I  was  just  sayin'  ....  You  seem  to  like  a  couple  of  'em...  But  don't  get  your  hopes  up  about  'em....  We  think real  differently  about  stuff.  Its  what  makes  us  villains  and  them  heroes. ❞  

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❝ You don't like it? ❞ His hero name. ❝ I was using my first name until recently, but I was told I had to change it. ❞ He was confused, worried about Toya. Was he alright?

To  say  he  feels  like  a  bit  of  a  dick  right  now  would  be  an  understatement.  Was  the  look  on  his  face  really  that  obvious ?  Man,  who  the  hell  named  his  baby  brother  the  "Air  condition"  hero,  anyway ?  He  needs  to  burn  their  ass.  A  hand  rubs  at  the  back  of  his  neck  as  he  tries  to  explain  the  previous  look  of  annoyance  on  his  face.  He  didn't  hate  the  Hero  name  he  just....  Didn't  like  it.

❝ Ah,  geez.  I  mean.  It's  kinda  unusuals all. I  was  expectin'  something  more  like,  I  dunno,  the  "dual  temperature  hero"  or  ━  the  "fire  n  ice"  hero !  ━  y'know ?  Whose  idea  was  "The AirCon"  hero, anyway ?  It  wasn't  that  grinnin'  idiot  with  the  pompaa-dour,  was  it ?  ❞  The  new  number  1.  He was a little too much like All Might in Toya's opinion... Well,  All  Might  if  he  was  totally  high,  that  was.

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Today  was  finally  the  day  for  a  date  eight  years in  the  making.  Years  ago,  Shoto  had  told  him  they'd  eat  soba  together;  guess  some  of  him  really  liked  that  idea.  So  much  so  that  he'd  thought  about  it  every  day  now  since  then.  No  one  thought  he'd  make  it  this  far━well,  except  for  maybe  Shoto,  and  if  he  didn't,  he'd  never  really  shown  it.  He  always  came  to  visit  when  he  could.So  did  Dad.

Even  though  he'd  spent  much  of  his  time  unable  to  move  around  properly  or  do  anything  but  sit,  he  enjoyed  their  company.  When  he  was  a  kid,  he'd  watch  them  train  togetherand  wish  that  one  dayhe'd  be  allowed  to  join  in…  Maybe  somehow,  he  started  to  feel  like  he  was  finally  included,  even  if  it  was  nowhere  near  the  same  thing.

People  should've  known  better  than  to  count  him  out.  This  wasn't  the  first  time  he'd  cheated  deathand  lived  way  longer  than  any  doctor  had  told  him  he  would  or  could.  And  you  know  what?  He  was  feeling  pretty  good,  especially  today.  The  restaurant  was  pretty  small  and  out  of  the  way,  but  Fuyumi  had  recommended  it.  He  arrived  on  time  and  was  a  little  surprised  to  find  Shoto  already  waiting  for  him."H-ey,  Shoto.  Sorry  if  I  kept  ya'  waitin'.  I'll  haveta  work  on  gettin'  qu-icker."

A promise they had made, eight years ago. Shoto never brought it up, never spoke of it ever again, nor asked his brother if he meant to keep it, to keep on living until this day, for he had absolute faith in him, never having doubted this day was bound to come. Shoto believed in Toya— someone had once believed in him as well, when it seemed as if he was lost in darkness with no chance to get out. He knew Toya could get out of his own darkness. There wasn’t anything impossible. They had taught him, his friends, his oldest brother, standing before him, having defied death once more.

He rarely lost his appetite, yet since he had woken up this morning, he had an uneasiness in his stomach he couldn’t get rid of. The same uneasiness he used to have whenever he’d get a chance to get near his siblings, the same yearning, from when he was still forbidden of being part of their lives. Patiently he had waited for many years, yet those few minutes felt much longer until he’d watched him cross that door. As if he were five years old again, his face would light up, even if subtly, like when he'd watch his siblings play, hoping for a single moment to join them. Except this time, Toya was meant to join him. 

❝ Toya. ❞ He stood up by instinct, to tend to him in case he needed any help, but wouldn't move unless it was asked of him. ❝ It's alright. I arrived a bit earlier. ❞ He had so much he wished to say, for someone who didn’t speak much. About the hero he had become. The person. Recently he reached number two in the hero ranks. Like their father once was. He wanted to know what Toya thought of it. Of him. What his emotions had shaped to be, after years of resentment and years of recovery. His brother was kind not to speak of his REAL emotions anymore, despite carrying honesty in all his actions— in how hard he tried, in choosing to live. How much of the burning resentment that once fueled his fire was still inside of him? Maybe, there would always be a part of Toya that couldn’t forgive him. Shoto didn’t know himself if he had forgiven his father for everything he had done, and mostly, if he had forgiven his own self. He had accepted it, what couldn’t be changed, accepted to be the one to carry the weight of all their sins. If it meant his family could move on, if Toya could have soba with him. 

The reason he was born into this family . . . Maybe it was for this day.

Much  like  his  father,  death had  decided  it  didn't  want  him.  That  was just  one  of  the  many  painful  lessons  he  had  learned  when  he  was  young.  Unlike  his  father,  however,  it  seemed  death hadn't  changed  its  mind,  so  while  his  survival  may  have  surprised  everyone  around  him,  it  hadn't  shocked  him  very  much.

He'd  inherited  more  from  Enji  Todoroki  than  just  his  flames.  His  dogged  persistence  burned  within  him,  too,  and just  like  his  father,  Toya  could  say  achieving  all  of  his  goals  wasn't  everything  it  was  cracked  up  to  be.  But  did  he  really  achieve  his  goals?  Sure,  he  wasn't  being  pushed  away  by  anyone  anymore,  but  their  family  would  always  be  broken.  Natsuo  wanted  nothing  to  do  with  their  father,  and  so, Toya  barely  spoke  to  his  brother  in  the  last  eight  years.  It  seemed  like  something,  or  someone  was  always  destined  to  be  missing.

And  what  about  the  League  of  Villains ?  Toga  and  Shigaraki ?  It  still  felt  surreal  to  him  to  think  that  they  were  gone.  If  you  were  to  ask  him,  they  had  the  most  of  everyone  to  live  for.  It  made  his  entire  situation  more  bitter  still;  the  knowing  that  they  had  died  while  he  lived. . .  Shoto  was  a  silver  lining  in  the  clouds.  The  sweet  amongst  all  the  bitter.  It  was  nice  to  have  a  relationship  with  at  least  one  of  his  brothers,  to  feel  like  he  could  be  forgiven  and  maybe  understood  on  some  level.

❝  Nice n' punctual, a good quaa-lity for a hero. ❞ He rasped, with the best shit-eating grin he could muster as he made his way to sit at their reserved booth. Though he'd never want it to show, even moving around short distances made him tired now.

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self-care phrases to boost your confidence

this shit ain't nothin to me man

I'll fucking kill you

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hawks didn't want to think that he related to dabi in any sense of the word, but he knew better than that. he had blood on his hands, etched into each feather of his wings -- lingering on his bare skin, even after he's washed the area over and over again, desperate to get it clean. that was the price he paid. to carry a civilization's worth of sin and guilt, just to ensure a better future and an easier to live life. it made his stomach churn slightly, as he continued thinking about it.

he blinked, eyes glancing towards the other man for a second before drifting forward to their path. he honed in each one of the senses to focus on dabi, to listen closely to each breath the other took, he wanted to hear the blood coursing through the man's veins. this sounded like it might lead somewhere, give hawks an advantage, and proper intel on the villain.

" your position is different now, right ? " hawks began, pushing his hands into his pockets and straightening his posture, leaning back just a tad as he did, his head cocked towards dabi, " i dunno who you're screaming for, dabi, but i'm certain they'll listen now. kinda hard to ignore a guy like you. "

"Kinda  hard  to  ignore  a  guy  like  you".  That  was  almost  what  he  wanted  to  hear,  he  thought.  After  all,  Dabi,  as  he  was  now,  was  everything  Toya  wasn't.  Or  at  least...  He  tried  to  be.  Toya  was  the  boy  they  ignored;  Dabi  was  the  man  they'd  have  no  choice  but  to  pay  attention  to,  just  like  they  had  to  pay  attention  to  Stain.  Unlike  Stain,  though,  Dabi  hadn't  made  his  voice  heard  yet.  He  hadn't  burned  up  a  bunch  of  phony  heroes.

At  this  point,  he  probably  would  if  he  thought  he  had  it  in  him. Unfortunately,  or  perhaps  fortunately,  depending  on  whose  side  you  were  on,  Toya  was  quite  sure  if  he  went  around  trying  to  carry  on  Stain's  will  in  its  rawest,  most  direct  form  of  purging  all  the  fakes,  he'd  drop  dead  at  his  first  attempt.  Nah,  he  had  bigger  fish  to  fry  and  now  that  his  father  was  number  one ?  Burning  him  was  going  to  scream  a  message  the  whole  of  Japan  would  have  to  hear.

❝  Y'think  so ?  Well,  that's  reassuring  coming  from  you,  number  two. ❞  He  mused,  a  small  smirk  tugging  against  his  stapled  cheeks,  but  he  couldn't  help  but  notice  the  unusually  pensive  look  on  Hawks   face.  ❝  Something  bothering  you ?  You  look  troubled. ❞ 

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"That isn't true and we both know it."

Oh, she didn't mean for that to come out so quickly. Fuyumi's heart leaps into her throat, dropping her big brother's gaze down to her own lap where she's sat nearby him.

"…I just mean… You know, they've been keeping me updated with your condition, is all. You can't start healing right if you don't get nutrients. Soba isn't enough by itself, a-and we don't want your stomach to start eating itself, right…?"

You're rambling. She shuts up, finally glancing back up towards him over her glasses, through her bangs.

"…Do you want something else, maybe…? Something lighter…?"

Maybe she was overdoing it. Maybe she was just making it worse. But it wasn't like their parents were able to put in enough, it wasn't like their little brothers deserved to stress any further than they already had…

Not that she ever wanted him to feel like a burden. Because he wasn't…

He  wasn't  surprised.  He'd  make  a  bubble,  some  pathetic  little  delusion  where  he  could  feel  hopeful  and  optimistic  ━  a  rejection  of  his  sad  reality  and  as  per  the  course,  she'd  pop  it,  and  he'd  get  mad  as  if  she  was  anything  but  right.  He  wore  that  same  pout  on  his  face,  the  one  he'd  had  since  he  was  a  kid,  somewhere  between  defiance  and  self-pity  as  she  spoke.  Some  things  never  changed  and  the  truth  was  as  she  had  always  known  it  to  be....  He  did  get  hurt  because  of  his  flames.  He  got  hurt  really  badly.

At  least  this  time  around,  his  parents  tried  to  stop  it...  At  least  this  time  around,  he  wasn't  on  his  own.  And  still,  as  much  as  he  had  wanted  this  then,  he  wondered  now  if  it  wasn't  better  that  he  just  burned  to  ashes  that  day...  ❝ Sure,  I  get  i-it...  But.  ❞  he  paused  for  a  moment.  ❝ I  dunno  if  those  doctors...  Let  me  come  home  to  get  be-etter.  Or  if  ...  They  just  think  there's  nothing  more  they  c-aan  do.  ❞

He  doubts  she  wants  to  hear  such  a  grim  thought.  He  doesn't  care,  though.  As  far  as  he's  come,  he  might  still  take  some  twisted  form  of  pleasure  in  hurting  them,  his  subconscious  thinking  of  it  as  an  eye  for  an  eye.  He  was  still  a  wound  after  all,  though,  like  his  softening  thoughts  and  the  way  his  skin  had  been  grafted,  reconstructed  and  restored,  he'd  become  less  ugly  to  look  at.  ❝  What  about  mii-lk...?  I think I could  drink  a  gl-aass  of  milk. ❞

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run-muse-dot-exe : [ fuyumi ] please eat. you haven't touched your food in days…

She's  not  wrong  but  he  wishes  she  didn't  have  to  call  him  out  on  it.  Chopsticks  in  hand,  he's  lethargically  digging  a  hole  in  a  bed  of  rice  prepared  lovingly  on  his  bento  plate.  He  sighed  as  he  responded. ❝ Hey...  I  aaa-te  my  Soba... ❞  The  small  proportion  of  it  that  had  been  in  the  lower  corner  of  his  plate,  but  of  course,  this  was  not  enough  to  consider  a  meal,  and  even  if  he  did  have  an  entire  bowl  of  Soba...  he  wouldn't  have  eaten  it  all.

❝ Sorry,  Fuyumi,  'M  just  not  hungry. ❞  What  else  could  he  say ?  Though  he  hadn't  been  home  from  the  hospital  long,  and  they  hadn't  talked  very  much,  he  still  felt  like  every  interaction  they  did  have  was  painfully  awkward.  This  encounter  wasn't  much  different,  and  it  surely  wasn't  helped  by  the  fact  he  wasn't  sure  what  to  say. Nothing felt right. Nothing really made sense. Of course she had to help him. He wasn't exactly in the condition to do it all himself, mom had dad to take care of, and yet ....  ❝ Y'know,  you  don't  ha-ave  to  wait  on  me.  I'm  fii-ne. ❞ 

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… why not sooner?