#enji: the man who saw too much

[brighteuphony]

Sakura gets a teacher. Meet Enji: chakra exhausted, emotionally ready to die and lookin' slutty as hell.

[i-cant-sing]

Just thinking about Yandere Todoroki clan and reader's random moments.

Reader coming home after a particularly bad day, but poor girl cant even cry or complain without everyone immediately overreacting and pulling you out of school/college or even keeping you from going out at all. So now, reader has to either cry in self pity before she enters her home, wipe her tears and fix herself just enough to show that she hadnt just bawled her eyes out moments ago. That, or do the more risky thing and go home, go to your room and cry under the covers, but then theres always the chance of Rei or the others walking in on you any moment.

Also thinking about baby/toddler reader being sick, just a common cold or flu, nothing major. But with reader whining and being so young, the family's infantalisation goes through the roof and theyd treat you as if you were immunocompromised. I wont lie, but I think Rei is almost kinda... glad when you get sick? She enjoys you being dependant on her for the most things, even when you grow up and are able to handle a cold, she still deludes herself into thinking that you need mommy to come and help you.

I think the one person who is most affected by reader getting sick, no matter what age, is Enji. The man just cant help but view you as a fragile, starving Victorian child the moment you fall ill. In his eyes, even a harsh blow of air is too much for a fragile thing like you, let alone something as bad as the flu. He just- he's holding toddler reader in his arms, who snuggles into his warm body, your tiny nose pink and he cant get the image of you crying and vomiting and being oh so feverish- thats just way too much for your small body. Oh how he almost cried when he took you to the doctor for a shot and you clung to him, trying to bury yourself into him as you begged him to make you feel better, cried to him that you didnt want to get the "big scary needle!" He just had to hold you there in his firm grip as you writhed, had to look away when you looked at him and he saw the feeling of betrayal in your eyes, had to keep himself from not strangling the fucking doctor for not being careful, had to walk out of the clinic and hand you to Rei because he couldnt hear you cry anymore, had to have Rei console both you and Enji (assuring him that "no, Enji. Y/n doesnt resent you for making her get a shot.") and he couldnt even sleep a wink that night because he was standing by your bed, holding your tiny hand with his pinky as a tear finally slipped out of his eye.

ALSO thinking about adult reader going out of the house to meet up with friends, except shes meeting up with them at a club instead of at their house like she told Enji and Rei, and now shes standing outside, abandoned by said friends, and shes now running because a group of pervy men are chasing her and she doesnt know who to call, so she just speed dials Shotou, except someone just changed all your speed dials to one number, and you think youre doomed when Shotou doesnt say a word to you and just hangs up when within minutes, someone comes in front of you-

"Dabi?" He tells you to cover your ears and look away, and you know well by know what that means, so you obey, feeling a bit regretful as those men begin to scream in agony. You dont know how long its been until Dabi pulls your hands away and examines your wounds. He lets you crash into his chest as you sob, and this time, Dabi simply decides to take you home quietly without a lecture.

Hmmm, also thinking about Natsuo who is usually cool as a cucumber, the most normal being in the family, except for his very rare episodes of unbridled rage where he suddenly becomes the Hulk. Good thing for you is that this anger is never directed towards you, rather towards people who actively threaten your life (except Rei cause she gets to play "Im your mom who became mentally unstable because of your abusive dad") The only time NAtsuo is stern with you is when it comes to your health. He's just looking at you with those strict eyes when you refuse to take your multivitamins, or dont want to get a flu shot, or try to make up an excuse so that he cant check your vitals. And when he just grabs your wrist and pulls you to sit down so that he can do his checkup, its in those moments that you realise just how strong your brother is... and how easy it may be for him to overpower you and sedate you if he ever followed through Rei's threats.

[cozzzynook]

Touya as a hero would probably still end up with his quirk hurting him so he keeps it low profile that it is hurting him even with the support gear.

In this au Touya never became Dabi and when he burned on Sekoto Peak he was found by people who lived in a nearby village. He didn’t tell them his identity when he came to and only went back home when he was fully healed.

He learns what his mother did to Shouto and sees that nothing changed while he was away.

It crushes him.

So much so he retreats into himself.

He doesn’t acknowledge the warm attempts of his siblings to reconnect. He remains polite and even tolerates Shouto being near him which was a surprise none of the todoroki children saw coming.

Nothing seemed to phase Touya not even his fathers attempts at asking him what happened. He simply blocked everything and everyone out.

He trained his power in secret and learned to build his flames to a manageable degree. He enrolls into U.A without his father knowing until he sees him leaving one morning for school. No amount of questions phase Touya as he simply locks his dad out his room.

That night Enji cried for the smile that died on Sekoto Peak.

If only he had come when he was wanted then things would be different.

Life was different when Touya came back. Shouto no longer lived a separate life from his siblings and Touya was top of his class. He was seen as remarkable for using so little of his quirk while training to become a pro hero.

He ended up spending every internship under the watchful gaze of best jeanist and Aizawa. He was aiming to be an underground hero like Aizawa but he needed Best Jeanist so he could receive the necessary credits.

Time flew by as he focused on his studies and soon he was a licensed hero.

He did it. He finally did it.

He wasn’t a failure, he was worth existing. He was worthy of being loved and alive.

So why didn’t he feel like it?

He was twenty three now in the top twenty. He preferred staying there even if he could aim higher. Even with his support gear after all these years his fire still took a toll on his health.

Touya kept that information between himself and a private doctor on the lower side of the city. He figured he’d be alright since most hero’s steered clear of the area but his luck ran short when he saw pro-hero Hawks.

Touya felt his chest tighten and his vision shake as he turned a bit too fast and started walking the other direction. He was halfway home when he felt the familiar pain. His vision blurred and his body grew painfully cold.

After the fire Touya was given medicine to keep his body from overheating, essentially bringing forth more of his mothers quirk causing his fire to shut down and let the ice in his veins run rampant. His body was suited for the cold so his organs wouldn’t shut down. But it did cause irreversible nerve damage and brought to light his weak immune system.

Trembling from the chill, Touya felt his hands shake and his fingers lock. He was still a crier at heart and right now he felt himself sniffle as the water curled his lashes. But before he could shed them his body gave out and the world grew red and gold then black.

He comes to in a bundle of blankets and with something soft tickling his cheek. With no energy to move Touya lays in the soft cocoon before a hand with sharp talons he notes, touches his forehead and he groans.

“Oh! Nova you’re awake. Don’t worry its me, Hawks. No one saw you I made sure of it. Oh wait hehe, sorry I forgot to mention I was following you..Not to be a stalker or anything! I just noticed you didn’t look well..”

“Not being a stalked I promise!”

Hawks looks even more nervous than before until he grabs a glass of water and helps Touya drink. He mumbles a weak, “thank you,” to the winged hero before shivering.

“Oh are you cold again? I hope you don’t mind but when I laid next to you it helped.”

Hawks laid next to him and his wings really did add to the winged mans already high temperature. “Its kinda funny. My quirk makes me hot but yours freezes you.”

Touya said nothing as he slowly warmed up. Hawks once again ruined the silence, “I saw the burns on your wrists and the quirk aides on your wrists..how long has your quirk hurt you?”

Touya held in a breath before trying to get up, Hawks was much stronger than he looked.

“You can’t keep going if this is what it does to you.”

“Fuck you.”

There was silence before Hawks pulled him closer, “is hurting your body really worth being a hero?”

“What else is there?”

Hawks said nothing as Touya stared into nothing, his chilling anger fading to empty sadness.

“I don’t have anything else..this is all I have to prove my creation wasn’t a mistake…”

“but it’s still not enough..i’m..its not enough.”

Hawks said nothing as he watched Nova silently cry with a broken smile.

He noticed Nova when he first debuted and since he’s had a crush on him. He knew from the beginning something wasn’t right but that didn’t stop his feelings. If anything it fueled them more.

Resting his forehead against Nova’s tear stained cheek Hawks wing presses further into Nova, “Find it with me.”

“Lets find our existence outside of hero work, together.”

The tears poured from Nova’s eyes faster and his smile slowly lowered until only his eyebrows were lifted as his head turned to the side of the pillow and cried.

For the first time in a long time, since the day he became a real pro to the fire on Sekoto Peak to the day he learned his body rejected his quirk.

𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮.

𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.

𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘦.

[bakuliwrites]

Veins of Gold- Dabi x Reader

Fandom: BNHA/MHA

Relationship: Dabi|Touya Todoroki x Reader

Rating: 18+, MINORS DNI

Tags: Fluff and Smut, Oral S*x, Blowjobs, PIV, Emotional S*x, Soft Dabi, Blood (Dabi's Tears), Shower S*x, Some Angst

Summary: On the one hand, he’s disgusted by how gentle you are; but on the other, Dabi feels a wretched gratitude. A desperate yearning for you to keep going. How long has it been since anyone has shown him any ounce of tenderness? Any iota of softness? You are the only one in his recent memory that has even bothered. And you do it not out of pity or sorrow. But so frustratingly out of love. Dabi hardly feels worthy. Dabi sees himself as a failure, but you are always there to remind him how loved and cherished he truly is.

Read here in this post or over on my AO3.

As Dabi stands before the bathroom mirror, he’s reminded of when he was little: sitting on the granite counter, watching his father shave. He was mesmerized by the razor gliding through white, foamy shaving cream. He couldn’t wait to be just like dad, both as a future hero and everything that comes with being an adult. Including shaving. 

“Dad, when will I get to shave?” Touya’s tiny voice asks as he swings his legs back and forth, the hollow reverb of his heels tapping against the cabinets ringing in his ears. To him, shaving is the mark of being a man. Of being old enough to be a hero. Just like dad. And probably just like All Might. 

“When you’re older, Touya,” his father grunts, not taking his eyes off of his own reflection in the mirror. Being older was a concept that was so far out of young Touya’s vision. Being older would take forever and a day. In the meantime, however, he could practice for his impending adulthood. Touya would take to standing next to Enji in the mornings, a razor protected with a safety guard pressed to his chin. His father would squeeze out a bit of shaving cream and slather it on to Touya’s little face, who would then copy his father’s motions. Touya tried so hard to embody everything he thought his father was. Everything his father wanted him to be. 

The very first time Touya tried to actually shave, he was twelve. He’d noticed the tiny outcroppings of stubble on his chin earlier that day. Delighted, he hid himself in the bathroom and pilfered one of his dad’s razors. With shaving cream lathered on his face, he set to work. Almost immediately, he felt the sharp slice of it cutting his fragile skin. Blood trickled down from the thin sliver on his cheek. The wound bled, and bled, and bled. This wasn’t the first time he’d hurt himself in his pursuit of emulating his father. And it most certainly wouldn’t be the last. 

Now, as Touya stands before the bathroom mirror, Dabi stares back at him. He finds himself inspecting his skin for any open cuts, but not because he’s been shaving. Burned follicles don’t grow hair anymore. Instead, he’s looking to see if he’s sustained any injuries from his latest battle. His lithe body is covered in burns, piercings and staples holding together what remaining healthy flesh he has left. He looks pieced together haphazardly. Like at any moment, his flames could burst through and singe away the remnants of what remains of Touya Todoroki. 

Good, Dabi thinks to himself with a scowl, Let it all burn. What good has my body ever done for me? Weak. Pathetic. Incapable. 

All his body has ever done is betray him. It can’t withstand the power he possesses. What’s the point of having such a beautiful gift if he can’t even use it without hurting himself? His father saw the irony in it. Too bad Touya was too stupid to realize that. 

Dabi cards his fingers through his spiked hair. The face that stares back at him has lost the vibrance of youth, the enthusiasm of his childhood. Touya is worn down, weary, crumpled. Dabi’s wrath flickers in his irises, blue flame swimming in pools of white, the dark center of his pupils deep, abyssal.

So much for making his father proud. Dabi is the embodiment of Enji’s disappointment. His scarred skin is a daily reminder of Touya’s ultimate failure. Sure, his firepower rivals Endeavor's. Maybe even surpasses it. But the sacrifice he’s had to make to attain that level of power has been monumental. His purpled, pierced, stapled skin is proof enough. 

Haggard, he lets his hands rest against the counter and hangs his head. Sometimes, looking at himself is painful. He can feel the memory of flame, searing his skin, making it blister and burn. The ashen air of the forest scalding his esophagus, parching his lungs. The puckered, leathery bags under his eyes make him look constantly exhausted. So much of his skin is that way now: tired. What a gruesome sight, he thinks to himself.

“Fuck,” he swears quietly, noticing the trickle of blood pooling from one of the staples in his cheek. He must’ve snagged it on his shirt when he was undressing. Frequently, his clothing or bedsheets get caught on his piercings, tugging at the metal and, in turn, pulling at his skin. He’s gotten used to the feeling, often not noticing until he finds a dark little spot of dried blood. 

Dabi grabs a nearby washcloth, wetting it under some warm water and pressing it against his cheek. He hardly notices you entering the room until he feels your hands snake around his waist, gently ghosting along his hip bones and settling on his stomach. You must have heard his outcry, summoned by the whispered profanity. The tiny, featherlight kisses you lay upon the length of his spine attempt to gently pull him from his self-flagellation. Even if you have no idea what’s going through his head right now, he knows you can probably tell. 

“Hmm,” you hum against him as your lips reach his shoulder blade, “What are you thinking about?” 

Failure. Disappointment. All the weak, negative emotions he wouldn’t dare show anyone else in the League. Dabi is confident. Cocky. Nonchalant. To the rest of the world, he’s enigmatic and driven, passionate and grandiose. He puts on a show for everyone else in order to hide the soft, vulnerable corpse of Touya buried in his soul. He shrouds himself in hatred and anger. A protective cloak of flame that drives back anyone who tries to guess at who he really is. 

However, your gentility has always been capable of drawing him out of his darkness. Your touch is a beacon in a foggy sea, piercing light out of a curtain of dense, impenetrable mist. Before he can say anything to you, you come around to his side, noticing the washcloth he’s got pressed against his face. He feels his tense muscles loosen at your touch, the heaviness of his thoughts lifted just a little.

“Did you cut yourself again?” you whisper softly, brows furrowed with concern. 

“Yeah. Damn staple got caught on my shirt,” he returns, chuckling ruefully. You gesture for him to hand you the washcloth and he obliges. Tenderly, you dab at the wound, careful not to snag the cloth on the staple either. Crimson blooms across the surface of the white towel, the scent of iron hanging in the air, sharp and metallic. Dabi gazes at you, wondering why you’re with him, before glancing at himself in the mirror. He can’t fathom why you’d want to touch his gnarled, scarred skin. He reaches down to rest his hands on your hips, feeling the hint of bone beneath soft, supple skin. Every inch of you is plush, a welcome sensation on his calloused fingertips. Dabi is edges, angles, sharpness, while you are velvety, rounded, tender.

You set the washcloth down on the counter before gently tracing the divide between Dabi’s scarred and unscarred skin. His burns are wrinkled, leathery under your touch, a sensation only broken when you graze one of the smooth metal piercings that hold him together.

“Pretty gross, huh?” he puts forth, watching curiously as you move to caress the angles of his cheeks. “Gross,” not because they’re scars. “Gross,” because they are constant reminders of what a letdown Touya was to his father. In their folds, they collect Dabi’s self-loathing and malcontent. Every day, he marvels at the fact that you don’t pull your hand away in disgust when you touch him. He wonders if you can feel the wells of resentment that pool in every wrinkle.

“Not in the slightest,” you return quietly, a loving beam dancing on your lips. You rest your hands on either side of his face. Your eyes are searching for other cuts he might’ve missed. On the one hand, he’s disgusted by how gentle you are; but on the other, Dabi feels a wretched gratitude. A desperate yearning for you to keep going. How long has it been since anyone has shown him any ounce of tenderness? Any iota of softness? You are the only one in his recent memory that has even bothered. And you do it not out of pity or sorrow. But so frustratingly out of love. Dabi hardly feels worthy.

“You’re like Kintsugi,” you suggest. He looks quizzically at you, yanked abruptly from his melancholic ruminations.

“What?” he questions, tilting his head slightly to the side in confusion. Another soft smile from you. That damn smile.

“Kintsugi,” you repeat, “It’s the art of piecing broken pottery back together with gold.” As you say this, you slide a thumb over one of the gilded piercings underneath his eye. 

“Much like a vase or a bowl that’s been broken, you’re being held together again by veins of gold. You might’ve been shattered by something in your past, but you didn’t let it break you,” you go on, tone suffused with affection. Dabi merely stares at you, wide-eyed and confused. Normally he would scoff at something like that. Say, “That’s stupid,” and dismiss the idea. But for some reason, when you say it, it’s endearing .  

“I don’t think anyone’s ever compared me to a bowl before,” he teases, trying to downplay the sentiment. He’s not sure he’s worthy of being compared to an artwork as elegant as that. He feels more like he’s been pieced back together with thin concrete and jagged shards of metal.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything!” you laugh, lighting up the tiny bathroom with your smile. And Dabi finds himself smiling with you, though he raises a skeptical eyebrow at your suggestion. Your look softens once again as you caress the pads of your thumbs against the angles of his cheekbones. 

You make Dabi feel seen. Heard. Paid attention to. And not for his potential to surpass a great hero. Not for his power or any expectations you might have of him. You don’t have any expectations and you certainly haven’t imposed any on him. You embrace him, Dabi, Touya, as he is. At this very moment in time. You don’t see him as Touya, who will surpass All Might. Or Dabi, who will end Endeavor (and likely himself in the process). You have asked for nothing in return. Your kindness and love have never been conditional. This is the first time in a long time he’s felt companionship without obligation or condition.

“I think you wear your strength beautifully, Touya,” you breathe. Touya, he loves it when his name, his real name, flutters from your lips. You’re the only one that gets to call him that now. It’s a secret the two of you share. Soon, the world will know it. But not yet. For now, he’s Dabi to everyone else, but you.

Dabi, Touya, whoever he is, grits his teeth. He can't cry anymore. Not since he burned away his tear ducts. But he can feel the sting of evaporated tears in his eyes. Dammit, why is he so emotional around you? Dabi pinches the bridge of his nose, squinting and turning away. He doesn't want you to see him like this. Weak, tragic. He bites his tongue, hoping it’ll stop the impending flow of sanguine tears. 

"Hey," you whisper gently, turning him towards you, pressing kiss after kiss to his jawline, all the way to the corners of his lips. 

His singed ducts leak warm blood. It flows down his cheeks, stains them crimson, and drips to the floor beneath. The droplets splatter, tiny massacres on the clean ground. He feels your thumbs on his cheeks, quick to wipe up his metallic tears. It's all too much sometimes: his self-hatred battling with your uplifting words. Your constant, radiant affection. 

Dabi feels frustrated that he's not able to as easily express his love for you as you are for him. Often he feels pent up, stifled, unsure of how to go about showing you how much you mean to him. You grace him with your love so easily, so readily. All he feels he can do is greedily accept it and hope you know how much you mean to him. But that doesn't cut it for him. No, he needs to show you.

He leans down, breath fanning softly against your lips as he whispers, “You’re too good to me.” 

A breathless tension hovers between you before you make the move to close the distance, tongue tracing his parted lips, begging for entrance, while his hands ghost along your curves. As your palms smooth over the lean muscles of his abdomen, Dabi deepens the kiss, tongue grazing your teeth. Your nails drag along his stomach, sending electric tingles throughout his whole body. Your kisses grow sloppy, yearning and needy. Dabi’s hands can’t get enough of you. He’s kneading the supple flesh of your thighs, grabbing handfuls of your ass, and wanting desperately to free the strain in his pants. Your hand moves to palm his growing bulge, drawing from Dabi a salacious moan. 

He’s tugging at your shirt, parting from you just long enough to slip it over your head. He smirks at the whimper you release when he lifts you into his arms, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. 

“Join me in the shower?” he breathes between kisses. All you can do is nod enthusiastically, unable to form words as Dabi dips his head to ensnare the pert bud of your nipple between his teeth. He carries you towards the shower, setting you down to get the water started. While you wait for it to warm up, Dabi toys with the hem of your underwear, tickling the tender flesh of your pelvis before dipping his fingers into your heat. He drags two along your wet folds, sucking a breath in through his teeth as you make quick work of his pants. They drop to the ground, pooling around his feet, followed by his underwear. His cock springs free, relieving some of his building pressure. 

“So wet, just for me, babygirl,” Dabi purrs, mischief dancing in his cerulean eyes. His fingers are slick with you as he teases your entrance, hungrily capturing your lips again. Your tragic mewls and pathetic whines are music to his ears as he thrusts two of his fingers into your entrance, his thumb circling your clit. He feels your fingers grasp his dick, swiping your thumb over the bead of cum that sits at his tip. His moan reverberates through your chest as you pump rhythmically, slow and languorous. He follows suit, fingers moving slow and purposeful. He holds out his free hand under the shower stream, checking to see if it’s warm enough for you. Satisfied, he quickly withdraws himself from you, chuckling at the whimper you release as he leaves you empty.

His smirk is positively devilish as he meets your eye. His gaze is intense, dark with lust, as he slips his two slick fingers into his mouth. He licks them clean, dragging his fingers torturously slow past his lips, releasing them with a wet pop.

"Fuck, doll, you taste delicious," Dabi groans, gently pushing you into the shower and shutting the glass door behind the two of you. 

“Touya, you’re terrible,” you coo, and he can’t get enough of how flushed you are. He’s blazing, heat building in his core, fire burning through his veins. As soon as the water hits his skin, it starts to evaporate, filling the shower with steam. He pulls you close to him, your body flush to his. His erection prods at your stomach while his hands massage your tits. He’s about to lean down to capture your lips with his again when your eyes fill with an impish glee.

“Sit,” you command, lips curving into a coy smile. Dabi’s dick twitches with your demanding tone. God, he loves it when you take control. He obliges, like a good boy, sitting himself down on the little stone ledge in the corner of the shower. His cock curves upwards, sitting pretty against his stomach, cum glistening at the tip. There’s a flash of white hair at the base of his dick, leading up in a fine line towards his navel. He watches with wide, blue eyes as you kneel before him, trailing kiss after kiss up the insides of his thighs. You’re extra careful over any of his staples and burned skin, nibbling gently and only leaving love-bites on his healthier flesh. 

“Shit,” he grunts as you inch closer to his cock. You giggle, clearly delighted by Dabi’s blushing cheeks and dopey, glazed look. Your eyes are filled with a playful light as you press a light kiss to Dabi’s swollen tip. He lets his head fall back as you drag your tongue along his length, a raspy groan escaping his lips. Your fingers grasp his thighs, digging into them, while you take him in your mouth. Your skilful tongue swirls around his tip. He tries his best not to move too much, but he can’t help the bucking of his hips as you bob your head up and down. 

Dabi grasps at the glass for purchase, pressing his palm to the steamy surface, leaving behind a smeared handprint as you take him even further into you. His legs are shaking with how close he is, but he’s not quite ready to finish yet.

“Fuck, baby, so close,” he grunts, vapor rolling off his overheated body, “Wanna- come inside you.” 

With his struggling plea, you let your mouth slide off his cock, rising to smash your lips against his. He returns your hungry kiss with equal desperation, tasting himself on you, salty and warm. He pulls you onto his lap, hands gliding with ease over your slick curves. He can’t get enough of you as he lines you up over his erection, slowly lowering you onto him. You moan into him, filling him like burning smoke. His hands grip your ass, fingers digging into your tender flesh. He holds you there a moment, the feeling of your tight cunt around his sensitive dick making him joyously dizzy. 

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, pulsing up into you. 

“Ah!” you gasp, grasping the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck, “Touya, you make me feel so amazing.” 

You grind your hips into his, the lewd slap of skin on skin made even louder by how soaked the two of you are in the shower stream. Inside you, Dabi feels whole. He feels safe, loved, complete. He envelops you in his arms, holding you close as you ride him, your lips finding their way to the sensitive skin beneath his ear. Here, in the sanctity of your home, in the safety of this shower, Dabi forgets what it means to be forgotten. To be abandoned. The world the two of you inhabit is temporarily limited to this steamy shower, hidden in an eden of vapor and water. 

When Dabi exhales, a wispy trail of smoke pours from his lips. You ignite him, warm lamplight on a pleasant summer night. He’s drunk on you: on your body, your adoration and love. He draws you up, feeling your walls shuddering around his twitching cock. He presses his forehead to yours, wanting to feel as close as he possibly can while the two of you come undone. 

“Touya,” he hears you breathe over the gentle roar of the shower. Your eyes are bright, the corners crinkling joyously as you twitter, “You’re beautiful. So beautiful, my darling.” 

Dabi feels himself break. Never in a million years would he have imagined himself here, cocooned by your warmth and affection, learning how to love himself. Learning that he is loved and cared for and cherished by someone. His cock twitches one final time before Dabi releases into you, threads of hot cum filling you to the brim. Your walls pulse around him and your eyes squeeze shut as you ride Dabi through your orgasm. Your pace is erratic, hips rocking against his. Your lips crash into his, fervent kisses passed back and forth as you each reach ecstasy. 

Dabi feels tears spill over his cheekbones, but this time, they’re not imbued with blood. Molten gold flows from him, snaking in sparkling rivers down his face, pooling in his scars. Your whispered, “I love you, Touya,” graces his ears. He returns this with equal fervor. 

When Dabi is positive he’s spent himself in you, he makes sure you’ve ridden him to your content. He litters your collarbone and breasts with kisses as you catch your breath. He carefully slips himself out of you, feeling his hot cum dripping down your thighs. When you lean back, he beams at your flushed cheeks and radiant smile. Black hair dye drips down his shoulders, washing away and circling the drain, leaving the hair on his head a stark white. You gently card your fingers through it.

“You are stronger than you know, Touya,” you coo, nuzzling your nose against his, “You are so loved. So adored.”  

He presses his forehead to yours, letting his eyelids fall shut as you wrap your arms around him. You remind him that he is not a failure. He is not a disappointment or a burden or forgotten. All the pain of the past, the agony of his present, and the impending future are forgotten when he is encompassed in your light. His body isn’t entirely useless. It can bring pleasure to someone dear to him. It can bring pleasure to himself, too. His flames are destructive, but he does not always have to destroy. He can create, he can build, and he has you to remind him of that. 

“Kintsugi, ” he murmurs, finding endless comfort in the way your fingers softly brush through the pale strands of his hair, “I guess I can get used to being compared to a bowl.”

Your chuckle makes him smile.

“A very beautiful bowl,” you laugh as he beams, pressing his lips to yours. 

A/N: Finally finished this fic! It's been a lot of waffling back and forth between what direction I wanted to go with it, and from it, several other Dabi fics have been born. Those won't come out for a little bit though. But you can certainly look forward to more Dabi smut from me! For now, I wanted to write something soft and spicy for him. I adore Dabi. I think he is so beautiful and passionate. I love him as a villain. His backstory is so very sorrowful. I wanted to give him some comfort and peace. As always, thank you for reading! Any likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated. I hope you are all doing well in this new year! Lots of love!

[transhawks]

A Coward Called Endeavor

I'm wary of wading into the discourse because I'm seeing the unhinged bs my friends are getting, but from my viewpoint I think people miss something important about Dabi-Enji-Shouto and Enji's role in saving Touya -

Enji only tried to be an actual father for one of them and it wasn't Shouto.

No, I know that sounds crazy but we had a toddler whose immediate reaction to seeing his father was being upset and alert that the father would bully his mother. Shouto has never seen Enji the Father, he's only seen a monster named Endeavor.

That's important. Natsuo, heck, Fuyumi to some extent since she was really Rei's girl, none of them had this:

We only see this smirk head on in the manga, but I think this anime shot put it into perspective for me what I'd been mulling over for years, too uncomfortable with the simple truth of what's going on here:

The only Todoroki child who had Enji as a father was Touya.

For a brief few years, Touya was the apple of his eye. And, no, he wasn't replaced with Shouto, not in Enji's eyes. Because Enji uses the word livestock for Shouto. Because Enji was an aggressor from the beginning with Shouto. There was never a moment where this simple sort of moment, a little boy looking up into his father's prideful face as he copied his movements, happened between any of Enji's children besides Touya.

That's why Dabi's like this. It's harder for him to forget Endeavor when he isn't Shouto; he was never "an extension" of Endeavor's drive, but for a short period, he was treated as his actual son before he was thrown away.

So - what does this even mean? Why is it important that the only one with an actual "father" until Endeavor got some sense knocked into him via seeing the Pillar of Peace crumble is Touya?

Because it means Todoroki Enji is a fucking coward, that's what.

We know he's ran away from facing his failures time and time again, but never is more indicative of his cowardice when he got too scared to be a father and decided he wouldn't be. You see, that's why the other three didn't have him as a father - he doesn't know what being a father is. It's likely his own father died on the job, and so the associations of fatherhood in Enji's mind are just... being a hero. Being good at your job, so your kids can be proud of you. The actual parenting, the supporting your child, all that was too much for him.

This is Enji giving up, tail between his legs. He doesn't know how to be anything but "Endeavor", so he's not even going to try.

I really feel like people missed Rei calling him out here. He's running away from his duties and responsibilities to be a father. He fucked up with Touya and doesn't know how to fix it, so he runs off, and ignores all his other kids, and then just trains Shouto like a tool and an extension of himself. He lost his mind and saw his youngest as a simple extension of himself, like a hand or a leg. But when he looked at Touya, once, he saw a person.

A person he failed so many times. Failed to father, then failed to save.

I have a lot more to say about this on Dabi's point of view that also discusses the nuances Western readers aren't getting (like the ie system and his place in it), but when people say that they don't think Endeavor needs to do anything in this Dabi-saving discourse, I think they're forgetting that time and time again we've been shown that Todoroki Enji is a coward and if Horikoshi is serious about any resolution to this man and his "redeeming", it's about time he finally stops being one and faces his fucking son.

All of this has been leading up to him realizing it's nothing but himself that has caused this. That his own cowardice and hatred of himself has torn apart his family. That it's not about him as a hero.

These are the words of a man ready to finally start start being a dad, guys. Took him a quarter of a century.

A caveat: many of us have issues on the Doylist aspect of all this. I've said a few times that most of you are less upset about how Endeavor is being redeemed but the fact he's being redeemed at all, and I get it! The question is always about whether we need more narratives in media of abusers getting redemption, of victimized children reconciling with their parents. I agree fully that those of us who choose to not reconcile, who are unable due to the parents' beliefs or decisions anyway, are underrepresented in media. I know we want to see people like Dabi move on, stop hoping for a man who never knew how to show love for him to love him and apologize. Most of us, in real life, just give up and find love and healing outside of our parents. In many ways, it's healthier to go minimal or low contact with parents like Enji.

But I think that's not the story Horikoshi wants to write. He's writing what is essentially a trauma vent-work and wish fufillment all in one. In his fantastical world, families like the Todoroki one can reconcile, abusers can apologize and strive to make amends. It might be because he wishes this was the case more so than the reality that abuse victims know. He's made missteps with the Todoroki narrative yes, but I don't think what amounts to wish fulfillment on Horikoshi's part is bad-writing just because it's wish fufillment. It's just a very "happy-ending" solution to issues that in real life aren't going to usually see them and I think a lot of us are sick of them.

So, just keep that in mind when people say Dabi needs Endeavor involved. Enji created this problem, he has to fix it, not Shouto. You can't have a Touya at peace with his family if Endeavor gets to shirk his responsibility and keep being a coward.

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Idk what to tell to the people who still don't get that although is okay to teach kids the rules to live in a society (like respect others or don't kill or whatever), Kotaro Shimura, Enji Todoroki and Toga's parents didn't care as much for society rules as they care for the rules that made them feel okay at home.

Which in the end caused the main villain trio to reject authority and society and turn into violence, since they did try to use words as kids and were royally ignored.

Tenko, Touya and Toga tried very hard to be good kids, but in their parents conception it was not enough 'cause they couldn't repress some of their needs: they wanted their dads and moms to accept them as they were, to accept who they wanted to be, to accept the way they expressed love and accept the way they interacted with their surroundings.

In Tenko's case, Kotaro was unable to accept his kid desire to become a hero. His could be the worst case in bnha, given the violence of his tragedy and how misfortune (maybe even something else) played on it ending so badly. Tomura himself said that house rejected his very identity, even tho Hana tried to support him in secret and Nao stood up for him, little too late. For what we saw of him as a child, his only defect as a son was wanting to be a pro-hero, dream that got him beaten up for, grounded in a rather cruelly manner. Kotaro's trauma turned him into an irrational man, his hatred for heroes was both the build up and the catalysis of the tragedy that ended the lives of the people he loved the most.

Tenko didn't become a villain because he was an evil kid. He became a villain because AFO wanting it so and because Kotaro inculcated in him such extreme hatred.

In Touya's case, it's a bit more complicated. I don't believe Enji's obsession was completely evil in nature, although his actions were truly selfish and it became later abusive, when his desperation blinded him to the point he was unable to understand how bad he has turned out to be. Like in Tenko's case, the mother is at fault only in yhe sense that their lack of intervention allowed the situation to escalate 'til they couldn't prevent it anymore. Touya's case differentiates itself in the fact that he was older than Tenko, his behavior declining over the years into extreme violence, unlike the way Tenko exploded in murder glee when Kotaro hit him one last time.

The lack of proper attention from both Enji and Rei allowed Touya's behavior to become a tragedy. Their negligence, Enji's focus on his work and Shouto (as a project not a son) and Rei's role of a caretaker yet not a mother, combined with the incapacity of Natsuo and Fuyumi to understand what Touya was going through (really, only Shouto could, but at that point Touya hated him too much and Shouto was way too young)... Well, it didn't end well for a kid that didn't want help anymore but attention on his own terms. He was tired of adapting, the same way Tenko rebelled in his insistence of acting the hero way.

The same house rule ( YOU CANNOT BE A HERO ) sent them both to AFO's hands, one way or another. They were kids who couldn't act the way their dads wanted, so fuck them I guess.

That part is compatible to Toga's case. Kinda.

Toga's parents are by far the most twisted of the bunch, which is a lot to say considering that Kotaro hit his kids and Enji even hit his wife. Yet, without having to touch a single hair of their little girl, they inflicted damage so deep she preferred to become a runaway criminal than to stay at home one more day.

At least Kotaro and Enji valued at some level Tenko and Touya's existence. Toga's parents didn't care about her at all. She was as good as a broken doll, an imperfect piece of their furniture, something they wish wasn't related to them at all. Enji was at least worry about his son and he loved him at some degree, the same way Kotaro worry over Tenko was born out of his fear of losing his family. Nothing of it excuses what they do and let it be said that Enji and Kotaro did saw Touya and Tenko as monsters at some point (when Touya tried to kill Shouto and on his Dabi era, when Tenko killed his family and turned to Kotaro). Yet it doesn't compare to the way Toga's parents immediately erased her from their lives, even denying any affiliation. They sent her to that therapy like a car needing to be repaired. She was a sign of status, she was an object that they failed to produce, she was an aberration and a freak, she deserved to be put down.

From the three od them, Toga was the one who struggled the most to fit in socially, not to society standards tho. To her parents.

If all these parents had cared for their kids more than they cared for his own stupid rules maybe things would have been different. But that's the core of their problems, they don't need the whole world to accept them, they need to treat the internalized traumas their parents left them with, the self-hatred and the feeling of inadequacy and the need for acceptance (of themselves) and recognition.

That's why Toga, Izuku and Shouto are the key for their recovery. Acting as mirrors, they are meant to provide the closure the villain trio desperately need. It's not just a sibling or a nemesis bond, but a recognition of the self through the other situation.

If they can accept themselves and correct their ways and get free from their parents absurd rules, if they can move past the child need for their parents validation, maybe they can finally exist in a less painful way.

[astridthevalkyrie]

inferno | enji todoroki x reader | chapter 2

“Why do you want to be a hero?” he finally asks, knowing the answer doesn’t matter. “Doesn’t everyone want to be number one?” You shrug. “If you don’t agree, I’ll tell everyone it’s because I’m a woman and expose you as a misogynist.”

warnings: afab reader with she/her pronouns, age difference, enji's bad parenting

a/n: keigo will be in this fic because i’m a slut but first i’m going to get another todoman down bad

word count: 1.1k

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You meet Touya Todoroki two weeks after your training with Endeavor begins.

And you say Touya Todoroki and not Dabi because when you see him there is no black coat, no gear, no slightly feral grin on his face, nothing that trademarks him as a hero. Instead, he’s decked out in gray sweatpants and a black compression shirt, and he’s guzzling a bottle of water like it’s the last he’ll ever have. A few drops miss his mouth and paint his seared skin, making him look just a little beautiful with the light shining on his bright red hair.

You’re doing push-ups. Three hundred push-ups. So many push-ups that your trainer had left the house to go and get something because he knew you would still be doing push-ups when he returned.

And you are. Pulling yourself down and pushing back up, and at the same time admiring Touya Todoroki’s gorgeous face.

When the plastic bottle is empty, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, which is when he finally hears the pained breaths you’ve been releasing every few seconds. His eyes lock on you, and he stares. You do another push-up.

“Hey,” he greets coolly, setting a flame alight in his hand, “who the hell are you?”

Like father like son, although he’s considerably more chill.

“My name’s Phoenix.” While it would be less rude to stop the workout and greet him properly, it would be all the more pointless to shake his hand since Endeavor would surely break that hand when he returned, just like he’d promised to do if you slacked off. “I’m, uh, your father’s newest student. Fire doesn’t hurt me.”

“That so?” he questions, and then he’s walking up to your designated push-up area and hunching down in front of you on the hardwood floor. 

With a slight flex of his fingers, he presses the pads to your cheek, and activates his quirk.

It’s interesting, what fire does feel like for you. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s not nothingness either, in fact you imagine it feels a lot like what a breeze feels like for other people. Due to your skin’s unique immunity, you tend to feel most other elements in a muted sort of way too, water and air and earth. 

Thus you’ve never had the experience of having butterflies in your stomach from the wind on your face.

You think it would feel a little something like Touya Todoroki burning you.

“Huh. Guess you were right.” His thumb catches a bead of sweat (from the exertion, not the heat) on your chin, and he rubs it right over his chest, right over his…like father, like son. “So you’re the old man’s newest victim?”

“Not a victim. I asked for this.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Believe it. I practically forced him to train me. Trespassed and everything.” Finally, your arms give out and you sit up, huffing with a knee app. With an expression more sympathetic than you would expect, he produces a water bottle seemingly out of thin air, handing it to you. Each drop feels like heaven to your throat, and you sit back with a sigh as he does the same.

“Touya,” the man says, a peace offering to a fight that didn’t even start. “Or Dabi. Whichever you prefer, I don’t give a shit.”

“I like Touya.” You test the name out on your tongue, finding the taste of it slightly delicious. “I didn’t expect you to be here, with all the controversy about you and your father I assumed you didn’t see each other much.”

The hero’s head tilts. “So you keep up with the news, huh? Saw my little slam piece?”

“Read it over twice, pinned it to my wall, grinded it up and drank it with my coffee.”

“You’re funny,” Touya says; your cheeks warm a bit. You expect a question about why you’d work with Endeavor after reading the expose, but no such inquiry comes. It seems he approves of you using his father even if he doesn’t approve of his father doing the same to you. Which is slightly unfair, but hey, you really did read the expose, if anyone gets to be unfair to Endeavor, it’s his children.

“I still crash here sometimes. It’s closer to headquarters and much more comfortable than my shitty apartment.” Somehow you doubt a nepo baby pro’s apartment is anything less than lavish, but sure, what the hell. A literal mansion is definitely a cozier place to sleep. “What’s your goal, scorch?” One of his hands runs through his hair, messing it up in a way you recognize as innocently flirtatious as he leans back.

“To be the number one hero.”

“Lame,” he quips, with a smirk.

“No it’s not! I’ll be rich, and famous, and popular, and—”

“And then you’ll wake up,” a booming, gruff voice speaks up from a few feet away, “because it’ll only be a dream if you don’t commit to it.”

Your head snaps up, but not as fast as Touya’s. It’s as if his entire stance shifts, becomes more defensive and offensive at the same time. His already steely gaze turns straight to ice, but he stands and deadpans Endeavor straight in the eye, as though nothing could bother him less.

“Don’t get pissy. I disturbed her, she was doing your fuckin’ training. Just needed to pick up some water bottles. Hope you don’t mind.” The last sentence is a drawl, a mockery, a way for Dabi to tell Endeavor—no, for Touya to tell his father—that he knows that he can do whatever he damn well pleases, and the flame hero will do jack shit to stop him unless he wants to participate in the brawl of public opinion again.

What a family. You take another swig from the water bottle.

Endeavor doesn’t bother with a single disciplinary word. He doesn’t need to, since Touya is already standing and making his way out. “Take whatever you want and leave. She has a schedule to stick to.”

The punishment for stopping to chat to his son will be stiff. You look forward to it, even if your muscles don’t.

“Hey, scorch,” Touya calls, head turned over his shoulder as he opens the door. “Go out drinking with me some time, whenever you get tired of the old man’s shit.”

“Sure,” you coo, but you don’t miss the flash of irritation that passes through Endeavor’s face when the door shuts. 

Jealousy? Over little old you? Aww, at least you can hang on to that memory when he kills you, just to inform your future corpse self that the number one hero is just a big softie.

[sinnamonpork]

au of a less traumatized todofam and their shameless favoritism when it comes to one another:

Shouto loves all his siblings, but Fuyumi would always have a special place in his soba obsessed heart. That's his sister that took care of him, attended his school meetings, and generally became the one person he knows will be there when the house would be empty of any soul. She's the one he'll run to when his brothers would be bullying him, knowing full well she'd side with him always. Class 1-A sees their resident ice prince goes full baby mode when his sister comes to visit. "Nee-san, nee-san, did you miss me? I really missed you, nee-san."

Natsuo having Touya as his favorite sibling isn't really a surprise, especially when the two slept in the same room. Touya was the first one who he told of his dreams of being a doctor, becoming a hero in the way he wants to. Touya only grinned at him and said he's sure he can do anything he wants to, because he's his baby brother. His big brother who he hid behind when the house got too loud, too destructive for such a quiet child that Natsuo was. He saw the lean, fragile back of his brother standing tall against Endeavor and not flinching for even a bit and was inspired to be like him, that when he grows up, he'll be the one protecting other people too. Basically, Natsuo's hero worship for the only person in their family who wants nothing to do with heroes lol.

Meanwhile, we got Fuyumi who we all know would be a complete daddy's girl. Because while their family became a tad shaky in the years of Natsuo and Shouto's childhood, she still remembers calling the no. 2 hero her Papa and being carried on his broad shoulders. She remembers those rough fingers brushing through her hair as she fell asleep to his singing voice, a little rough around the edges, but it's her Papa's. She remembers inexperienced hands fumbling to tie her hair yet still calling her the most prettiest princess even with uneven pigtails. It might be tainted by the years to come, but it's those memories that pushes her to keep their family together.

Touya, pierced and edgelord Touya, is a complete mama's boy. When he was young, still not knowing how to control his emotions that are always too much, he'd know that his mother's quiet and comforting demeanor would be the break he needs from the world. She would quiet the buzzing in his ears, playing with his hair as she hums a quiet tune, grounding him to reality when he's close to lashing out at anyone near. During his highschool days, the whole LoV(League of Vtubers) would get a front row seat to their resident deliquent being an obedient puppy and being nothing but a complete gentleman to his visiting mother. "Mom, you can have Shiggy's seat, I'm sure he'll be happy sitting on the floor if it's for you." Tomura just grumbles through it all.

Extra:

Future son-in-law and Honorary Todoroki Keigo's favorite person would obviously be Endeavor, to the horror of his boyfriend. Touya didn't think anything would be worse than the time he had to babysit a Shouto who puked in the middle of the supermarket but there it was. It takes the form of his boyfriend being an absolute simp for Enji and the hero just confused why this smol child is being so chatty. "Endeavor-san, what do you think about going with me and Touya to our trip to the Bahamas? Of course Touya said yes, why would you even think otherwise?" Keigo slept on the couch for two weeks after the incident, Touya making him remember who his attention should be on with his very talented tongue and hands. (and the piercings- oh god the piercings. keigo can die a happy man)

[burntcherrydust]

The Other Prince (nsfw)

bnha spoiler warning: Dabi is a Todoroki y/n is a princess set to marry Shoto Todoroki, but her heart lies with his reckless and cruel older brother Touya (Dabi). Here's a look into one of their nightly escapades.

Tags: kissing, oral (female receiving), nipple play, female ejaculation, vaginal penetration, choking, breeding kink, slapping, dominant Touya, submissive reader, some dubcon, alternate timeline

word count: 3.3k words

(sorry about any grammar or spelling mistakes)

Touya was never fit to be king. His father, Enji, had figured this all too quickly when he observed his eldest son as a child. There was too much anger, too much hate. No heed to any rules and utter disrespect towards anyone who would merely walk the wrong side of the hallway or not bow immediately when they saw him. There was no desire to be kind, to be warm or understanding towards his people. No, there was nothing in Touya aside from his triumphs on the battlefield that could have made him fit to be king.

His second eldest son had already publicly declared he had no intent to rule, instead providing his services to the palaces healers to much of the peoples approval. How could Enji have made him king without breaking the hearts of his subjects.

Then came Shoto.

Shoto was seen as perfect in Enjis eyes. Yes. The perfect king to lead the kingdom Enji built to protect and rule. Not only was Shoto kind and respectable, he was smart and knew how to take care of any matter within the lands walls. He listened to his peoples pleas, came up with war plans, made city plans, built community centers for his people, had excellent marks in his education. Shoto was responsible and just , something Touya could never quite accomplish.

Of course, there was one thing Shoto would never truly have that Touya always would- you.

You had first met the Todorokis 3 months ago, when you had just freshly arrived from the neighboring kingdom. There were hopes the kingdoms would be joined together due to such heavy reliance on each others resources, and with war threatening to spill over from foreign lands, it was decided there would be a marriage taking place to aid both lands.

The marriage had been announced 1 month into your visit, and what you thought had just been a visit to discuss resource trading turned into much more. Your mother and father had left a week later, coming back in the later months once the wedding grew much closer.

You grew miserable in your room, tired of seeing the same red silks each and every day, the same red flame crest adorning your golden door, the same ruby and pearl necklaces taking turns on your neck. You grew weary and homesick, wanting nothing more than to go home and be in your own bed, surrounded by your maids and companions. But this was your home now.

You grew miserable of the same straight laced people you met, with nothing else to say but the same thing, as if they were all programmed to imitate one another.

That was, until you discovered Touya. His vicious remarks, his off-putting grin, the crudeness within his words. His forwardness, the way he acted a brute and took everything for himself. But what you most admired was his ability to walk freely. To be the man he was inside and to show it off as such, to be selfish. It drew you to him like a moth to a flame.

And Touya, ever so wanting something of his own, was a flame that welcomed welcomed the moth to burn within him. And that was what led you to him this very night, just as any other.

You quietly opened your heavy golden door before shutting it behind you, looking left and right into the marble and stone hallways before making your way towards his room. With only a dimly lit lantern to guide you, you placed one soft foot after the other, peeking over every corner to avoid any guards who were on night duty.

You ran quickly through an open hallway that connected the tower that held your room along with other guest rooms and the tower that held the royal quarters. The midnight breeze from the open and glassless stone archways making your cerulean silk nightgown appear as mere wings as you ran 40 stories above ground.

As you entered the large doorway at the other side of the hallway, it opened up slowly to reveal Touya at the other end of it. You looked up at your lover before he encircled his arm around your waist, bringing you in for a quick kiss.

As you pulled back to you could only help but to smile at him. You brought a hand up to cup his cheek, "I missed you Touya," you whispered.

He leaned into your hand, closing his eyes and letting them rest, "and i've missed you." He opened his eyes and took the hand on his cheek to his lips, kissing it before holding it in his, "We have to move quickly, got it? We can't have anyone seeing us like this."

You nodded quietly, tangling your fingers in his as you both moved quickly through the maze of hallways. Once you two reached his door, he shuffled through his keys till he found a key made of silver and sapphires, pushing it into the keyhole and turning the handle, gesturing his head for you to walk through. This had been your routine every night for the past month and half.

You walked into the room, releasing the breathe you had been holding in. You hear the door lock shut behind you before you're grabbed by the neck and pressed against the stone walls of Touyas chambers. His breathes grow heavy as pins keeps you up against the wall, kissing you with insatiable hunger. His hand keeps to your neck as he moves to stand between your weak legs. Wanting in, Touya gives your bottom lip a tug, his way of telling you to open up for him, to which you happily oblige. Not wasting another fleeting moment, his tongue darts for yours as the grip on your throat tightens, your vision beginning to get spotted.

Touya, satisfied with the kiss, gives your lip one last bite before pulling away and releasing his grip on your throat. You gasp for air as he cups both of your cheeks and forces your head up to look at him. He looks down on your candlelight lit face, cock hardening by each second before giving you a peck on the lips and lifting you up over his shoulder and walking towards his bed.

Touya throws you onto his black silk sheets, watching your tits bounce in the thin nightgown as you hit the mattress. You giggle, catching him stare as you open your arms to him, watching him crawl over you on his knees as you lay between his legs. Touya wastes no time kissing you again, pawing at your tits through the thin silk fabric. Touya pauses his kisses and gives your left nipple a sharp pinch, making you yelp out.

You pout and look at him, "what was that for? you know they're still sensitive, my monthly course had just ended 7 nights ago," giving his arm a slight nudge.

Touya uses his other free hand to grip at your throat, moving towards your ear, "seeing you in those damned red gowns all day had my blood boiling, and you perhaps want me to care whether your tits can take a pinch or not?"

You cup his cheek, feeling somewhat guilty, "Touya, you know I had no control over what the seamstresses had made for me, I wasn't even informed till they had already finished with the gowns"

He rolled his eyes, letting go of your throat and licking your jugular. "Next time, how about you request a navy blue gown? Wear it to the next ball and dance with Shoto in it, then later take my seed into you while you wear it"

You smiled at his jealousy, "ill let the seamstresses know next time then my prince," relaxing your body as Touya left dark bite marks around your neck. Finished with your neck, the prince moves down to his favorite part of you- your tits. Groping them, he feels for the hardening nipple underneath, watching it poke through the silk as his mouth water. He slips the straps down hurriedly, watching as they bounce out from the thin fabric as he kneads them in his hands,

You moan softly, feeling his calloused hands palm and squeeze at your sensitive tits. Without much patience left, Touya latches on to your nipple as you gasp from his roughness. You hold onto his head, your fingers through his hair, "ah, my prince please I-, they're still tender and sensitive from my course," your voice shaking,

Touya ignores your pleas and gives your nipple a sharp nip, satisfied seeing as your tense up.

"Touya, please, theyre too sensitive right now" you say, in a more assertive tone.

The prince lets go of the nipple in his mouth with a pop, bringing his stony face up to look at you. "Princess, shut the fuck because im not stopping." he coldly states before moving back down to your tender nipples and latching on.

You begin to writhe under his body as he roughly suckles on your nipples, making you shake and cry out his name with pleas. When he gives your nipple a harsh tug between his teeth, you cry out, trying to push his head away from your abused flesh. You're immediately met with a harsh grip on your throat, crushing your airways. Touya gives you a look that makes you shut up, his darkened eyes and furrowed brow making sure you won't be pushing at him to get away tonight.

You can only writhe under him as he abuses your tits, giving hickies on the fleshy under parts of them, pinching, pulling and biting at your nipples. When he's done with your nipples, he gives both a lick and a kiss.

Touya begins to kiss the area between your tits, talking between kiss. "You dont have a clue as to what seeing you in this blue night dress does to me"

You shyly smile, "its your colors my prince"

He lifts the bottom portion of the nightdress up your legs and ass, cock aching against his silken pajamas, "which is exactly as to why I want to fuck myself into you that much harder." The silk all bunches up together at your stomach, exposing everything to the prince

Touya grabs your legs by the back of the knees, spreading your legs all the way till you can see your ankles to the left and right of your head. You give a slight whimper as Touya eyes your exposed cunt for him, whispering "all mine" before licking a stripe down your slit.

Your hips immediately give a slight jolt as you still aren't used to him licking you there yet. He takes the tip of his tongue from the outer opening of your cunt all the way up to your clit before licking a thick stripe between your puffy pussy lips, lapping up any wetness that is leaking out now. When his tongue begins to lap at your clit, you throw your head back to let out a moan. Your hands find his hair as his fucks his thick tongue in and out of your pussy, your hips thrusting upwards to meet his tongue. But when he latches on to your clit and suckles, your swear you see stars as your eyes roll to the back of your head as the familiar feeling begins to boil up inside you.

"aw princess what's wrong, gonna cum everywhere already? I haven't even stuck my cock into you yet and you're already about to squirt everywhere." Touya grins, knowing only he can do this to you. You're about the deny his claims out of pride, but your sentence is cut to a stop by one of his thick, calloused fingers slipping into your leaking cunt. "Sorry princess what was that? I couldn't hear you over the wet fucking noises your pussy is making", curling his finger as he fucked it into you.

Struggling to find your lost voice, you try to grab at his arm to slow him down, "T-Touya please, its gonna come out everywhere if you keep going, I can't, I- Touya please I can't!". You want for him to slow down, give your puffy cunt a rest but all he gives is a dry laugh, shoving another finger into your abused hole.

"Can't what huh? Can't have your pussy squirting everywhere? Princess you're about to fuckin cum and we both know it, so dont hold shit back you got that?" Touya barks at you, moving his head lower so he's eye level with your cunt.

You try to bring your trembling hands to push at his head but the grip on his hair tightens when Touya uses his free hand to pull back the hood of your clit, giving it licks with the tip of his tongue.

"T-Touya, fuck i-, what was that!" you moan out, legs beginning to tremble and shake uncontrollably.

He pulls his tongue back from your clit and rubs small, tight circles on the hood of your clit, pumping his fingers in and out as you go tense up, eyes rollings to the back of your head. You try to form a sentence but only small mumbles can come out.

"Thats it baby, just like that, cum all over your kings fingers like a good bitch" he coos, feeling that all too familiar pulse from your cunt as you cry out, squirting everywhere.

Touya opens his mouth to catch it as it sprays uncontrollably out of you, still fucking his fingers in and out of you wanting more, "I want every last fucking drop of it princess, so keep on squirting it out for me like the good bitch you are for your king."

Your body falls limp onto the bed as the last of it sprays out of you. You can only weakly whimper as Touya laps at your pussy, licking up your soaked thighs and cunt as to not waste a single drop. His fingers slide out of you, your cunt suddenly feeling empty as he suckles on his fingers coated with your cum.

You can feel sleep entering your system, so tired from the orgasm you just had to endure. You want to sleep, but the grip on your hair to pull your head up has you waking up.

"Not so fucking fast princess, you think you can cum like that and then give me nothing?", his grip on your hair tightening.

You wince from the pain of it, "Im sorry Touya, I feel so tired right now, please", pleading with your prince. Though, he was never really known to listen to others as he slaps you awake.

Your head spins as your cheek burns from the slap.

Touya grins, content with awakening you. "There we go princess, all wide awake for me again." Touya begins to unbutton his navy blue silk pajamas, taking off the soaked material. He gets up, walking to the other side of the giant bed where its dry, grabbing your ankle to drag your weak body to the edge of the bed. You weakly whisper protests as Touya grabs you from behind your knees, push your legs all the way open till your cunt lays open and exposed, a small trickle of your creamy cum running out of your abused hole. The sight of it makes his cock leak even more precum as he stands over you, relishing the view of your broken body.

Wasting no more time, he grabs to ropes, tying each one to your ankle and tying the tethered ropes to the bedposts near your head, your legs spread and your cunt open, too tired to fight it. He always tied your legs like this to make sure you wouldn't be able to close them no matter how hard your tried.

Now in front of you again, the forsaken prince took his cock, popping the thick head of it inside your cunt, cursing under his breathe from the tightness that he would never get used to. He watches your puffy cunts lip spread open wider and wider to accommodate his thick cock till its all the way in.

The brutal stretch had you awake as tears formed in your eyes from pain. There would never be any amount of preparation that would ever make it not hurt for you.

The prince cups your cheek, comforting you. "Shh, its okay princess, just bear with it for now okay? it always feels good later doesn't it?". You nod, trying to not cry.

Slowly, he brings his cock out of you, watching as it shines in the moonlight from your wetness. His cock is almost entirely out of you with only the head sitting inside when he slams it back into you, making you cry out his name as he begins to fuck you without mercy, not giving you much time to adjust.

Squelching noises and wet slaps begin to fill the room as you helpless cry out from being fucked by your prince.

"Fuck, its like your pussy was made for me princess" Touya groans out, watching as a creamy white ring forms on the base of his cock from your cunt.

Tears begin to stream out from your eyes as he begins to hit your cervix. "Touya, please its too much! you have to slow down, I can't-i can't take it like this please".

"Take it like what princess? You dont wanna take it like the slut you are?," Touya jeers at you, his hand snaking its way to squeezing your bouncing tits. "Fuck, these are gonna feed our kids one day", Touya lost in a trance watching them bounce from each thrust. "you'd want that, wouldnt you? Your pussy just tightened up, you wanna be my breeding bitch, princess?" He situates himself onto the bed now, his body pressed against yours now as you fucks you in deep, hard strokes.

Your hands reach to cup for his face, "Touya you know we can't, im set to marry Shoto."

"And so fucking what? Everyone can watch as your belly grows day by day, they'll think it belongs to that piece of shit when its really my seed growing in you. Tch, and when the brat comes out looking like me, i'll proudly claim it as mine", his grip tightening on your throat.

"T-touya, please-" you begin as another orgasm bubbles up, but he cuts you off.

"You want it just as much as I do, want me to fuck a brat into you, claim you as mine once and for all." His pace begins to quicken, the thought of breeding you making him seed threaten to spill into you.

You hold he's face close to yours, wanting it just as much as he does, "f-fuck, Touya you know I do".

"Then give me as many heirs as I want, let me breed you over and over, show everyone in this fucking palace who owns your cunt, he'll never be able to have you ever, ill make sure of it", his hips snapping into yours now as you cunt clenches down on his. "fuck, princess you're clamping down on my cock so tight, you wanna have my brats that bad huh? Wanna be pumped full of my cum till I knock you up?

"Touya!" you whine out, "please, its-its gonna happen again"

"fuck, gonna cum for me again princess?", the Prince's breathing becoming jagged.

You begin a sentence but is cut off when your prince's finger reaches your clit, making your cunt spams around his cock. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and when Touya feels you squirting all over his hips and legs, he goes limp and spills his seed deep inside you, cumming with you.

He kisses your forehead after you quickly fall asleep with his cock still inside you before sleeping on top of you. He sleeps hoping that tonight would be the night he'd finally impregnate you and make his for eternity, making sure Shoto will never have you.

[strangeinternetwasteland]

Falling into You- Enji X F! Reader Part 1

A/N: Enji and Rei are not together in this and Toya is still around. Also, please don't come at me about Hawks, I love him so much.

Warnings: Fluff

It wasn’t like you were nervous for such a reason. Normally, you were cool, calm, poised, and could face anything. This wasn’t even your first time going out with them in public. With his high-profile career, and yours just sort of launching, it wasn’t like you both were exactly telling the world you two were a couple. It was a bit controversial though, with him being divorced, rather publicly too. Being seen together wasn’t a big deal; it could easily be written off as two heroes collaborating together, or one mentoring another, and to you, it was at first, anyway. You stood as close to the door as you possibly could to get a view of your date before he walked into the room. You knew that everyone’s eyes would be on him, and he’d probably be busy most of the night chatting away with people who only cared about his status.

You stood there feeling like time was passing slowly, wringing your hands nervously, awaiting his arrival. You knew the moment he walked in. A hush had fallen immediately followed by the uproar of footsteps walking toward him. He had a pout on his face as he scanned the crowd looking for someone. You knew it wasn’t you. While you knew he had feelings for you, the two of you never truly spoke of them. He never voluntarily gave up that information, and the only time he actually spoke of it, it was an inebriated phone call, that he didn’t remember. You took in all of his handsome frame. He was intimidating to look at and he naturally carried himself that way, but when his eyes met yours you noticed he visibly loosened up. He murmured hellos and thank yous to those he passed to make his way to you.

He was held up by the annoying Pro Hero Hawks, who talked his ear off for 10 minutes straight about work. He looked so annoyed about the whole exchange, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. No matter how many times he tried to walk away, Hawks were right there. Finally, he was able to free himself after he told him, “My son is here somewhere. You should go find him.” To which, Hawks happily and excitedly left. When he finally reached you, he grabbed you by the waist, pulled you close, and pressed his lips against your cheek. You both knew there would be a lot of cameras at the event, but that was a very bold move on his part.

“You look breathtaking in this dress.” He spoke softly in your ear as he pulled away. Your breath caught in your throat. His ocean eyes gave no hint of malice or ill intent. How could anyone resist? It was at that moment you realized, that you actually loved him. You knew all the terrible things he did in the past, and he never made excuses for them. He always told you they were mistakes he had to learn from. During the divorce, he never spoke ill of his ex-wife, and he seemed to understand why she wanted to divorce. She was the one who made it so public, after all, but even after all of the terrible truths, horrendous lies, and questionable judgment calls, you still felt so much for this man.

His attention was on another hero for the moment, and with your head and heart reeling in this sudden realization. You felt nauseous and short of breath. You felt the world spinning and then it faded to black. When you came to, you saw the saddest cerulean eyes with furrowed eyebrows. Someone came rushing over with water, and as you tried to focus on everything you for a moment saw fear in those eyes.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked in a gruff but gentle voice, as he moved the hair out of your face. You gave him a small smile and tried to sit up. He adjusted himself to help you better. You realized how warm he was, and knowing it was probably his quirk, it didn’t stop you from wanting to be wrapped in his massive arms and snuggle your face in his chest. So you reached out to him and did just that. He wrapped his arms tight around you as if he was trying to guard you against the crowd that surrounded you. He picked you up with ease as he stood up.

“I am going to take her to get checked out and then bring her home. Enjoy the event.” He said matter-of-factly. As he walked outside and away, you noticed he was going in the opposite direction of the hospital. You didn’t question it; after all, he was a hero; he had to have someone he trusted to look after you.

You arrived at one of the most expensive high-rise buildings that you knew of in the city. The wealthiest people lived in their glamorous penthouses here. When he was greeted by the security guard and went up the private elevator. You arrived at the top floor and he opened the door; you saw the city sprawled beneath through the large glass windows.

“You can rest on the couch. I will get you some blankets and a pillow to make you more comfortable” he told you as he gently placed you on top of the soft couch cushions. You winced as he took his arms off of you quickly replacing the heat with the cold air that filled his penthouse. You really didn’t want to leave his warmth, and when he started to walk away, you grabbed the sleeve of his suit jacket.

“I want to stay wrapped in your arms…it’s so warm.” You barely whispered. You saw his ears turn pink and a blush creep across his cheeks when he stopped suddenly. In one swift move, he took you once again in his arms and brought you straight to his room, where he let you undress and wear one of his shirts, which was very oversized on you. He changed in the bathroom, and let you have your privacy. As you got comfortable in his bed, he climbed next to you, snuggled you close, and you fell into a heavenly sleep. It was the most peaceful sleep you’d had in a while.

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[thyandrawrites]

Being fully honest Dabi coming to Endv after being ignored yet again doesn't change the fact that he has been ignored yet again. Even now endv has his eyes on afo and I can't see it changing

Nah, I get that. I feel the same. To be honest I see this as another set up for failure. So far the heroes have consistently been making the wrong choices and letting things escalate instead of trying better ways of facing their opponents.

I didn't wanna say it in case I jinxed it with my prediction, but if we are to take Hawks and Mic's reactions as the standard for how the old gen will continue to act moving forward, then I'm expecting Enji to be much the same. He's gonna fight Touya like a villain who's too far gone. Possibly he'll even echo his colleagues and try to protect Touya's idealized memory by killing the man his son has become.

I might be wrong about this of course... But looking back at Enji's internal narration during the Central Hospital chapters and his thoughts as he fought AFO... He's still nowhere near recognizing that Dabi and Touya are the same person.

Remember this line?

Well, here's some translation trivia. In japanese he's only calling him a mass murderer (大量殺人者). The only reason why we know that he's even talking about Touya and not any other PLF villain is because the furigana (the little reading on the right of the aforementioned kanji string above) tells us he's referring to his son (むすこ). Stuff like this is hard to translate because English doesn't have an organic way to do the same kind of word play, so the only way to get across both definitions is to include them both in the line itself, like the character is uttering them at once. The famous "a dance with your son, here in hell" was another example of Hori using furigana that doesn't match with the kanji they're paired with, to get across a double meaning. But for the sake of understanding Enji's mentality, I'd like to stress that he sees Dabi first and foremost as a "mass murderer". Only incidentally, like an afterthought, as his son. You'll also notice how in that same scene he's thinking about "fighting him". Not reuniting, not seeing how he's doing. Fighting. Like he would any other villain, because to him this is still a matter to be tackled as a hero and not a father.

Point is, Enji still doesn't fully recognize Touya in Dabi.

This is how he pictures him in his mind's eye. This is not by far a flattering image. For all that Enji says that he recognizes the wrongs he did to Touya, the image he conjures when he thinks of him is not that of a man falling apart from the weight of unaddressed trauma and desperation. He sees a monster, grinning maniacally, reveling in Enji's anguish with sadistic glee. This is not the son he abused, over and over, until he had an emotional breakdown and lost himself. This is Enji picturing an enemy, someone not to feel any sympathy for. Someone whose most prominent feature is his creepy grinning mouth, open wide as if ready to devour everything Enji's been working for all these years.

Even in his thoughts, he keeps referring to Dabi as an abstract evil rather than a person:

He's the physical manifestation of Enji's "mistakes", not his son. Not the boy he said he missed so dearly he hoped he could get a second chance with.

Touya is Othered as an abstract being, the sum of every flaw Enji possesses but never wanted to acknowledge.

Now compare that to how he saw Touya as an idealized martyr:

Here Touya is remembered as a good kid, not through the distorted lenses above, because up until this moment he's still a "good victim". Someone who died before he could become an obstacle, and as such still someone who Enji treats with humanity. He brings offer to his altar and manifests "regret" over his premature death, because this Touya is easy to mourn. After all, with Touya gone, who's gonna complain about Enji using his memory as a justification for the continued abuse of Shouto and the rest of the family?

Certainly not Touya. The dead are the perfect people to idealize because they can no longer fight for their rights as a living person would. And Enji clearly knows this. He obviously ignores how training Shouto and punching him so hard he pukes goes directly against everything Touya ever wanted because Touya's wishes are simply no longer part of the equation. Touya is no longer a person but just a a cause that Enji needs to honor (arbitrarily, and with even more abuse than before).

But when Touya comes back, and suddenly he's a person with agency once again and not just an idealized memory anymore...

Suddenly, he becomes "a mass murderer".

So... No, I'm not really expecting Enji to turn around and act like a good dad just because Dabi showed up. As you said, Dabi chasing him down doesn't make Enji any less neglectful or any less at fault, and if Horikoshi knows what he's doing, he's probably about to make him do something extremely uncalled for and totally catered to himself, as Enji's actions so far have only been shielding his own ego from any genuine remorse

[greenhappyseed]

Much like how Stain saw All Might as the pinnacle of heroic heart & willpower, Endeavor saw All Might as the pinnacle of heroic strength. Enji only ever saw the world through the lens of strength, in part because he watched his own father die from lack of strength, and that is Enji’s weakness. After Ch.356, it seemed clear that, for Enji, leaning into his obsession with strength would keep him alive. At the time, it sounded right because staying alive was how he’d get to see Toya again.

But now, as Toya approaches death and Enji truly sees his son for the first time, Enji can only respond in terms of strength. He sees Toya’s power and asks Toya to put out the fire. When that doesn’t work (because of course it won’t, has it ever??? Would Enji stop being an asshole just because someone asked???) Enji decides he won’t let Toya die alone or hurt anyone else. Enji goes straight to sacrificing himself to stop a “villain,” which is so often associated with heroism in this series.

Just like All Might and Izuku, Enji isn’t actually showing any heroic heart or willpower by hurling himself and his son towards death when there are other options. His strength can’t save anyone’s heart. And when his strength falters, Enji has no other ideas. It’s Rei, moving without thinking and using her quirk in any way she can, who is running towards danger to save her lost son. And the man who previously deemed Rei too weak to handle Toya is going to have to sit back and watch.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Dabi wasn't a man who cared nor had empathy for many people.... hell, even himself admitted once or twice out loud that humanity for him could all grab hands and go to hell equally.

Yet, something that always left him intrigued, is how much he actually do care about some people's opinions.... of him specially.

His father, he hated to admit it into loud, but deep down he knew Touya just wanted some acknowledgement. Some praise. Even just a 'good job' would do... but that wasn't the case when his quirk was perfect for Endeavour's ambitions but not his body condition....

He cared for his siblings opinion but neither Natsuo or Fuyumi understood him... now that he was older, he knew he was a bit irrational... but at time, Natsumi just didn't care and Fuyumi just wouldn't understand.

After his incident, he was back and saw that... nothing had changed. Built a altar? Yeah, but seemed like no one actually cared besides Natsuo, who was furious and apparently hold a hatred for Enji just as much as him.

But soon, once again, Todoroki Touya was forgotten and only remained as a fucking memory... that was when Dabi was born.

After everything that happened, he vowed to himself to not once, not even try to let someone get close to him... because if he did, the same suffering was bound to happen again.

And he would rather burn himself to crisp than let this happen again.

Yet he was a fool.

Why?

Because of you.

You, someone who Dabi once was totally aloof about it... but in a manner of two freacking months he could tell he could trust a bit on you. When this happened he immediately built his walls up because no... no freacking way you were that okay to have him around.

Who would have thought that in a manner of five years you would sneak your way into his heart and soul?

He surely didn't.

"Sly lil shit..." he breathed out, smoke leaving his lips as he watched the dark sky close up due to a apparent close storm about to happen. The cigarette hanging between his slender fingers as he braced himself kn the balcony of the apartment he recently could call home.

He remember how much pissed he was when you told him, eyebags huge beneath your eyes, that you finally gathered enough money to get a apartment on the suburbs for both of you.

"What the actual fuck?"

"Geez I thought you would be happy with it? No more sneaking around in my family's house and all..." You were laughing, yet he knew that laugh. It was when you were nervous yet giddy about something.

Yeah, he could tell the difference by now.

"You just decided to tell me that now?! That's why you were working yourself sick ever since last year?!"

"I needed to gather the money or else-"

"Or else what?!Wouldn't get to live your fantasy of living with a homeless dead walking looking bastard?" He snarled and couldn't help but shiver a bit at how your soft gaze turned into a glare the moment a insult of himself slipped from his lips.

"Touya." You grumbled.

"Dabi." He corrected, collecting himself a bit. He didn't want to start a fight with you.

He couldn't. He hated to see you upset or angry about something, so he felt devasted when he was the cause of your distress sometimes...

"I already paid for it, and I'm moving out of that hellhole. Do you or not want to live with me?"

You always had a tendency to drop bombs like that....

Wasn't any different when you confronted him about his feelings for you.... but in his defense, with that, him himself didn't knew at the time that what he was feeling was love nor could tell you were interested on him.

How could he? He never had a good example of healthy relationships, knowing from a very young age that his parents marriage was an arrangement, while you? Feelings for him? How? Look at him. He was the incarnation of one of those zombies from the walking dead by now, and he was an absolutely ass. Too many issues to count....

Yet there you were, moving your head up and down to a metal music playing on your YouTube Playlist as he watched from the corner of his eyes the scene that once if you caught him looking you would be dead ass embarrassed.

But now? When you catches his sapphire eyes on you, your tongue poked out from your lips as you singed the lyrics of said song more loudly as he snorted. Finishing his cigarette as he made his way inside.

"You're gonna give yourself a headache and I'm going to laugh." He muttered, going in for a kiss until he grumbled when your fingers, soft fingers, made a barrier between his half burnt lips and your health ones.

"Go brush your teeth or at least grab a candy or something."

"That's rude. Hurt my feelings here doll. Ouch." He spoke nonchantly but the way his hand was now placed on his chest was the pure meaning of the word drama.

"Oh hush, if you get to complain about my choice of food I get to complain about your unhealthy habits."

"Who the hell willing enjoys to eat vegetables..?" His usual squinted eyes now were wide and lips pulled in disgust.

"Hey, with... lots...of seasoning and meat along with it, is actually pretty good. Should give a try instead of only eating junk food." Your words carried concern yet your lips were formed into the prettiest smiles he ever saw in his whole life.

He loved that. He loved how you made him feel like a normal guy... scratch that, neither of you were normal and if you oistened to that you would start to say that 'normal' was boring.

No... you made him feel actually happy. Happy to be himself around you with his dark humor only getting to enjoy to your "horrified" expressions and laugh all he wanted ... he could enjoy his movies, and be happy that even if you weren't a fan of the types he liked, you would still whine and beg to him to watch one simply because you knew it was one of his favorites...

You would often complain to him that, whenever someone asked about your relationship status, they would say your eyes would sparkle... you couldn't neither gave much information about him, but everyone knew you were taken because you said that with the most proud look on your features.

He sometimes couldn't take it how fucking perfect you were to him... every flaw, quality, quirks, habits you had... were lovely to him.

Lovely... a word he never thought he would use.

"Nah, I would rather drink gasoline to go with that." He smirked before growling at the flick you gave to his forehead.

"Brush your teeth or take a gum. I love you to death Dabs, but you know I can't stand the smell of nicotine for too long."

He knew. Your father used to smoke all the time near you when you were little....

Even that he knew. Both of you knew his and yours childhood by now.

"Fine.. guess I might as well die from broken heart before can-"

"Todoroki Touya do not even think about finishingthat sentence." You scolded as he lifted his hands up in surrender while muttering a sorry. "Anyway, can you make the popcorn for today? Since none of us has to go out, thought we could catch up on some movies.." You muttered as you put his and yours favorite snacks on bowls.

He hummed as he plated the gum on the kitchen counter on his mouth as he started to munch and feel the sickening sweet taste envelop his taste buds.

"Your turn to pick pretty boy." You singed while smirking at him as he snorted.

"I don't care, just pick whatever is available. We're broke anyway."

"Says who? I got password of our neighbors Netflix." He blinked in shock before smiling like a dead man while pointing his finger at you.

"I'm corrupting you."

"Oh yeah, definitely corrupted." You rolled your eyes while handing the domino's bowl to him "Definitely not because they just borrowed to me, no. I'm just becoming a criminal like yourself and stealing people's passwords" You smiled up at him as he returned it.

"Today is a password, tomorrow will be a bank, who knows?" He joked as you laughed...

The prettiest sound to him.

"You're ridiculous!" You pressed your forehead against the crook of his neck when both of you were done placing the things on the small coffee table

"Yeah, and you still with me, who is the ridiculous now huh?" He muttered as his arms caged you to him before his hands grabbed your chin between his fingers to tilt your head up to look at him.

"Maybe I am... but at least I have the most wonderful man to call my own ..." You kissed his lips so softly he couldn't help but groan in bliss as he returned with more desperation than needed...

Yeah, Dabi didn't cared about most people neither their opinion of him.

But how could he mot care about your opinion on him? How could he not care about you when you were the annoying little shit who just had to make him love you?

[beewolfwrites]

The Oar in the Sand: Chapter Twenty-Three - The Sixth Day of Nostos

Angst. Angst everywhere!

If you hate MC/Reader in this chapter, I don't blame you. They're both as bad as each other right now. Though I suppose she's not in her right mind at the moment.

AO3 link to chapter. 

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Smoke curled from the barrel of the pistol. Chishiya’s finger was still curled around the trigger, poised to shoot. His expression was impassive in every way, yet his attention was trained intently on Banda, who was now straightening up and brushing the dust from his clothes. 

‘The rules were perfectly clear.’ Banda said, using his sleeve to clean his razor. ‘You can’t kill me.’ 

‘I guess that’s true,’ Chishiya replied. ‘But I can still shoot you in the foot.’ 

I scrabbled to my feet, keeping well away from Banda and fighting the urge to hide behind Chishiya. This whole situation… it was humiliating. All this time, he had played me for a fool, and I had been blind to his true intentions. He was a murderer - a depraved image of humanity at its worst.

This whole time, all he wanted was to kill me. 

A lump had formed in my throat just thinking about it. I swallowed, trying to convince myself that everything would be okay now. I was out of the cell. I was alive. We had won the game. Things had to be okay. 

But they’re not. 

‘You really kept me alive just for this?’ The question slipped out before I could stop it, and I immediately regretted saying anything. 

Banda eyed the pistol dismissively. ‘You really didn’t know, hm?’ He looked out of the window where the morning sun was shimmering over the city. ‘Whatever this world is, it’s beautiful. It’s different to the last one in lots of ways. People have disappeared, that much is true. But their bones haven’t. And neither have the flowers.’ His mouth tilted into a small smile. ‘It really is unfortunate’ he said quietly. ‘I wanted to add you to my collection.’ 

A sickening sense of unease grew in the pit of my stomach. This man wasn’t just a one-time murderer. ‘You’re…’ 

‘Banda Sunato,’ Chishiya interjected. ‘I read about you in the papers back in the old world. You were charged with the murder of four women.’ 

Banda’s eyes crinkled with a strange sort of pleasure. And everything finally made sense. The strange fascination with me, using me to win the game, and even allowing Enji to isolate me in that cell just to keep me away from the others. I was an exotic find. A prized possession. 

But there was still something that bothered me. ‘When you and Enji lied to me,’ I said to him, ‘I could have died. You went along with it.’ 

Banda was unfazed, and tested his blade by gently running his thumb along the edge. ‘Ever since you passed the first round without speaking to a soul, I had a feeling you had a secret partnership with someone. Although I never would have guessed it would be you two.’  

I was beginning to feel more and more ill with each second that passed. I didn’t dare look away, wary that Banda could lunge at me, and I didn’t exactly know how to fight. It was the one favour I should have asked Kuina for, but now it was too late. 

Suddenly, a groan sounded from within the closed cell, followed by a thud and the sharp crack of bones. And when Banda looked curiously over his shoulder, I saw our opportunity and seized it. 

‘Let’s go,’ I whispered to Chishiya. 

We backed away through the cell block, Chishiya maintaining his grip on the pistol. He didn’t take his eyes off Banda until we reached the entrance of the guardroom. Looking back, I saw Banda ducking into the cell, the razor still glinting in his hand. To be trapped in a prison with these two, it was somehow worse than the game itself. 

Chishiya and I crept through the guardroom and down the stairwell to the cell block below. There was nothing we could do for now. There would be no leaving the prison until the game had officially ended, and it couldn’t end until Enji had given a wrong suit, which meant playing for yet another round. All I had to do was keep well away from the two psychopaths upstairs. 

I breezed past several empty cells, ignoring the faint groans and whimpers of pain ricochetting from the block above. Without a second glance at Chishiya, I chose a cell and walked inside, closing the door firmly behind me. 

‘What are you doing?’ Chishiya’s smooth, husky voice sounded from outside.

I sat down on the floor. ‘It’s the safest place to be right now,’ I replied. I didn’t really know if it was or not; Banda could still come in and attack me if he wanted to. But I really didn’t feel like justifying my actions to Chishiya. He sure didn’t bother justifying his. 

‘I would have thought you’d be tired of cells,’ he said. 

His voice was just by the door, but I kept my eyes focused on the concrete walls, refusing to look at him. ‘I am, but I’m also tired of you.’ 

There was an amused huff. ‘You’re angry with me.’ 

‘You let me partner with him,’ I said. ‘You knew he was a serial killer who murdered four women, and you still let me do it.’ 

‘I didn’t let you do anything. It was your decision to partner with him.’

‘You didn’t give me a choice!’ My frustration was starting to get the better of me. I took a calm breath, and leaned my head back against the wall. ‘Please,’ I mumbled. ‘I just want to be left alone for a while.’ 

There was no reply. Not even a sigh or a chuckle. In fact, as the minutes dragged by, I started to wonder whether Chishiya had crawled away to find his own cell. Occasionally, the quiet was punctuated by a sharp crunch or a whine from upstairs, and I grimaced at the thought of what Yaba and Banda were doing to Enji. 

I wonder if he’s told them anything…

Probably not much. Although there were two sides to everything. How much of this was information-gathering, and how much was Banda just having fun? Enji wouldn’t last much longer at this rate. Every crunch was probably a broken bone, every whimper muffled by blood, until… 

‘THE HOUR IS ALMOST OVER. PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE CELLS.’

Upstairs, there was an echo as a lock slid aside, followed by the scraping sound of a door opening. My body froze in place, too afraid to move even a muscle in case Banda chose to come down here. I could hear hushed voices, but couldn’t pinpoint what they were saying. Footsteps. Another metallic screech. And finally, a clang as the cell doors closed. 

So they’re staying upstairs. 

I relaxed a little, only to tense back up again upon realising that I didn’t actually know my suit. I began to panic a little, one hand coming up to grasp my collar, until Chishiya’s voice drawled from the other side of the door.

‘You’re a Club.’ 

He’s still here?

I approached the tiny mesh window, finally noticing Chishiya’s figure slouched on the ground just outside the cell, one arm propped up on his knee and the pistol still in his hand. With a barely audible mutter, he got to his feet and slipped the pistol into the waistband of his sweatpants before making his way to the cell next to mine. As he did, his hair parted a little and I caught a glimpse of his collar. 

‘You’re a Heart,’ I said. 

He stilled. Then quietly shuffled into the cell next door, as if I had never spoken. A part of me wondered whether he was angry too, but I couldn’t imagine him angry. I had seen him bitter… sarcastic… cold… distant… but never angry. 

‘IT IS TIME TO MAKE YOUR GUESS. EVERYONE, PLEASE ENTER A CELL. ONE PERSON PER CELL, PLEASE.’

I stepped away from the door, finally ready to say goodbye to this place. For the last time, the lock clanged into place, sealing me inside. 

‘PLEASE MAKE YOUR GUESS.’

‘クラブ,’ I whispered. Club.

There was nothing but silence as the timer counted down to zero. And then, there it was. The blast of an exploding collar coming from directly above us. Enji was dead. It was finally over. We’d reached the end of this nightmare. 

We won, Ippei… 

That familiar buzzer hummed through the cell block, and the lock slid open, releasing the door to my cell. I hesitantly cracked open the stiff metal door and once again stepped out into the block. There was a grating creak from behind me as Chishiya emerged. 

‘GAME CLEAR - CONGRATULATIONS’ 

Congratulations…

It certainly didn’t feel like a victory. The last time I felt this way, we had only just escaped the Witch Hunt with our bodies intact.  

Our footsteps echoed as we walked down the block and back towards the entrance of the prison. My collar soon released with a click, and I ripped it off, throwing it behind me. I didn’t know who was responsible for making a contraption like that, but whoever they were, they could burn in hell for all I cared. Too many people had died. I thought of Ippei’s sunshine smile. 

It’s all so unfair.

I opened up the heavy prison doors, breathing in the crisp scent of earth, concrete and rain. The brief spells of sunshine from this morning had subsided, making way once again for heavy rain. It streamed down the sides of the prison, dripping into large puddles that collected around the edges of the building. Shivering, I descended the steps into the courtyard, Chishiya walking behind me. 

‘I see you’re not speaking to me.’  

‘I have nothing to say.’ I continued across the courtyard, ignoring the icy rain seeping through my clothes.

‘Hmm…’ I could hear that familiar dry amusement in his voice again. ‘You know, it’s a shame you threw away that collar,’ he said. ‘It suited you.’ 

All at once, a blind rage overwhelmed me. I spun on my heel, my outstretched palm colliding with his cheek. The slap resounded through courtyard, and for a terrible moment, the only sound was the soft patter of the rain against the prison windows. His hand came up to feel his cheek, and his eyed lifted to mine, colder than ever before.

‘How can you say that?! How can you make stupid jokes like that after what we just went through?’ My hands balled into fists, shaking with outrage. I knew I was going to say something I would regret later, but I couldn’t hold back the anger coursing through my body.‘You want to know why I won’t speak to you? How about because you left me in there. You left me all alone, and I could have died. You— God! You’re such an asshole, Chishiya!’  

His gaze was piercing. ‘Yes, you could have died,’ he murmured. ‘And so could I. That’s the nature of the games, and you still insisted on clearing one together. Coming here was your decision.’ 

We both knew what had gone unsaid. First in the furniture store and again in the hospital, Chishiya had drawn a line against going into games together. And even if I understood why, it didn’t change anything. It didn’t change what had happened in this game. 

‘Yeah,’ I admitted. ‘Yeah, I wanted to clear a game with you. I wanted to prove that you don’t have to go on your stupid journey of self-worth, or whatever it is you’re doing, by clearing a bunch of Diamond games. I wanted to do this together.’ 

‘And we did.’ 

‘No, we didn’t. You abandoned me right after the group started to split. You didn’t even help after they shoved me in that cell—’  

‘If I had helped you,’ he cut in, ‘I might have been accused of being the Jack myself. And if we were both locked in there, we would have died anyway.’ His mouth curled into a snide smile. ‘Or maybe that’s what you wanted. For us to die together.’ 

Chishiya’s words struck me like lightning. Was this his true nature? So condescending, so callous. Of all people, I should have known, since I was the one who he’d nearly sacrificed for the sake of a pointless deck of cards. Had love really made me this blind? 

Just as I opened my mouth to respond, a thunderous crack resounded from the sky above. I peered up, using my hand to shield my eyes from the pouring rain, only to discover that the blimp above us was sinking. There was a gust of wind, and the blimp exploded, engulfed in flames as it careened towards the ground with a metallic screech. 

I didn’t stick around to watch, and instead strode in the direction of the entrance gates, hoping to finally get out of this awful place. The crunching of gravel told me that Chishiya was right at my heels. 

‘Leave me alone,’ I said. ‘I’m serious.’ 

‘So am I. And I don’t think we’ve finished our discussion.’ 

‘Just get out of here, Chishiya.’ 

‘Need I remind you that the only reason Banda hasn’t come back is because I’m here?’ he replied curtly. ‘You need me.’ 

‘The fuck I do.’ 

I stormed through the iron entrance gates, just as the blimp crashed into an office block, erupting in a cloud of fire, ash and concrete. Even from this distance, I could feel a faint heat. In front of the prison was a maze of streets, grey buildings and windows. I didn’t recognise the area, and all of the buildings blurred into one through the veil of rain. 

I don’t even care anymore…

On a whim, I headed down a random side street, passing by a selection of looted sushi bars, convenience stores and darkened izakayas in hopes of shaking Chishiya off my tail. It didn’t work. 

‘I should have known this would happen,’ I muttered, knowing perfectly well that he could hear every word. ‘I should never have trusted you.’ 

‘You never did.’ 

I halted, my mouth falling open as I turned and faced him once more. Around us, the restaurant signs were swinging back and forth in the wind, the wood creaking as the storm ripped through the street. A shiver ran along my body, and I wrapped my arms around myself.

‘Are you serious? I did trust you,’ I told him. ‘I’ve trusted you with my life, time and time again.’ 

‘Did,’ he said. ‘Past tense.’ His eyes drifted down to my bare ring finger. ‘You haven’t trusted me for a while now.’ 

He noticed?

I clutched my finger, aware of how quickly he’d exposed me. Since when had he noticed that I wasn’t wearing the ring? And why wouldn’t he say anything?

‘Can you really blame me?’ I asked, struggling to look him in the eye. In a restaurant window, the reflected figures of Chishiya and I were at a standoff, our faces blurred with the raindrops screaming down the glass. ‘I did trust you in this game. I trusted that you’d have a plan, or that you’d come up with a code. Do you know how much it hurt, seeing you walk away from me?’ 

‘It was more strategic that way.’ Chishiya shrugged. ‘Because you were close to Enji, you worked out that he was communicating with Kotoko.’ 

‘We didn’t even need a strategy,’ I argued. ‘If we’d have just paired up, we would have won by default. Eventually it would have been obvious who the Jack was.’ 

‘Oh?’ His expression lit up with fascination. ‘How interesting…You were really willing to let that many people die.’ 

Huh, wait!

‘That’s not—’

‘If I’d used the same strategy in the Witch Hunt, you would never have forgiven me.’ 

He was right. 

As much as it killed me to admit it, he was right. I looked back at my reflection in the restaurant window, no longer recognising the girl who stood there, stricken in the coldness of this world. Had this place really changed me this much? A tremor ran through my body as the rain dripped down my chin. 

Who am I now?

The reflection of Chishiya tilted his head, as if searching for something. Or someone. ‘When I first met you in the police station, you ran back into the smoke and risked your life to save a group of strangers.’ He hummed, curious. ‘It’s funny what these games do to people.’ 

I dared to look back at him. Through the shade of his hood, his eyes were sharper than ever, as if he could see through every layer of my being. Yet his mouth was downturned in a slight frown. He had always been unreadable. And unreachable, too. 

‘That doesn’t change anything,’ I persisted, knowing that I was losing this fight. I was losing myself. ‘You still didn’t communicate with me. You didn’t tell me anything.’ 

‘And what about you?’ 

The question caught me off guard, and I instinctively touched my bare finger, seeking comfort from a ring that I no longer had. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ 

He surveyed the empty restaurants around us, as if this conversation was boring him. ‘If I hadn’t created that code, you wouldn’t have survived.’ 

‘And?’ 

‘The entire time we were in there,’ he said, ‘you were relying on me. It’s even more obvious now.’ He sighed, adding, ‘I’m surprised that someone so resourceful could end up in a situation like that.’ 

Again, I couldn’t even deny it. I realised now that throughout the whole game, I had just assumed that Chishiya would come up with a plan. I’d put off partnering with anyone after he left me, and even waited for him to communicate with me first. I was playing the game for him this entire time, when I really should have been playing for me.

The wind picked up, and I stumbled back a little, bracing myself against a dining chair. The wooden signs were now banging against the buildings, protesting against the hurricane that swept them back and forth. 

‘Okay,’ I confessed. ‘Maybe you’re right. I did rely on you too much. I just…’ My head was still pounding with the exhaustion, and I didn’t know what else to say. I was drained of words. 

‘That’s just the start,’ Chishiya continued, a catlike glint in his eyes. ‘Those hallucinations are getting worse.’ 

Wait, what? 

I suddenly felt naked in front of him. How much did he know about that? How could he see what was going on in my head? 

Seeing my confusion, he recounted that day in the bathroom at the furniture store, when I’d seen all those bodies, strung and dripping from the ceiling like slabs of meat. ‘And if you think I haven’t noticed your nightmares,’ he said, ‘think again.’ There it was, that clinical edge, analysing me, tearing me apart like I was nothing more than a patient for him to study. ‘It was just after they locked you in the cell,’ he added. ‘I was in the guardroom when you screamed.’ 

I couldn’t believe him. The audacity of him, standing there and judging me as though he could actually understand what was going through my mind. I backed away, tottering when my heel caught on a table leg. His eyes lowered, noticing the blunder, but he didn’t try to approach me. 

‘There’s nothing wrong with me.’ I shook my head furiously, and gripped the back of a chair as I tried to stop my hands from shaking with the cold. 

‘I didn’t say there was.’ 

‘You didn’t have to.’ 

Chishiya made a noise of impatience. ‘The longer we spend in this world, the worse they’ll get,’ he said simply. ‘I knew joining this game would be a bad idea’

‘This relationship was a bad idea.’ Now that I could see clearly, I finally understood what was wrong with our relationship. ‘You don’t want to be with me, Chishiya. You want to be near me. It’s not the same.’ 

The corner of his mouth quirked up in a dismissive smile. ‘No matter what I say, you’re not going to be satisfied,’ he concluded. ‘You’ve obviously already made your mind up.’

‘I have.’ 

‘Just remember that you were the one who wanted this.’ 

My fingers tightened around the back of the chair. ‘Whatever you say. I’ve tried to make this work, but you’ve always pushed me away. Maybe now you’ll know how it feels.’ 

I don’t know how I expected him to react. But certainly not like this. He huffed, a smirk tugging at his lips as he stared at the ground. ‘If you need me, you know where I am.’ 

This was it, right here. In the middle of this side street, caught up in a hurricane, this was the end of the road for us. 

Without hesitating, he strolled back the way we came, hands tucked firmly in his pockets. I stared at his back, taking in his hunched shoulders, the strings of wet blond hair that refused to stay under his hood. And then he rounded the street corner, disappearing into the storm. 

Disappearing from my life. 

He’s gone…

My heart ached wildly, torn between begging him to come back and the desire to simply give up trying. Chishiya wasn’t coming back. He wasn’t coming back. He wasn’t coming back at all. It didn’t seem real, no matter how many times I whispered the words. 

I don’t know how long I was standing there, the rain drumming on the rooftops, and pooling along the pavements around me. My hair and clothes were stone cold and sodden. My body felt weak, and I soon realised that my arms and legs were trembling. I needed to get out of this rain, but my feet were too heavy to lift. I tried to manoeuvre around the restaurant tables, using them as leverage to help bear my weight. But then, a flash of pain seared through my head, and my knees buckled. 

The last thing I remembered was the dribble of the rain against my face, as I collapsed in a heap on the wet ground, exhaustion finally taking over. 

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

So my man what do you think of how bnha act 3 has treated the villains so far?

I think it's going exactly the way the story hinted it would. No surprises there.

In terms of narrative, people should give Horikoshi his flowers. MHA might not be as flashy as other mangas, but Horikoshi keeps it consistent and to the point. I'm glad that he doesn't sacrifice the writing of a plotline in order to create flashier or more action based fights. I'm also glad he's been with the villains' ideologies and their reasons to do what they do.

It's funny, the hero side might be the one who's more surprised with the current outcome of the final showdown. You have moments like Ochako risking it all for Toga, which is a dream come true for villain fans yet might be hard to process for other people. I'm personally satisfied with how the author treated the Enji and Dabi plotline, because in the end it was not Shoto who alone could do a miracle. A bit of a "family issues must be solved by the whole family" opinion, but I'm glad to see Rei, Natsuo and Fuyumi getting involved. They all had the spotlight in a heartwarming moment to stop and help Touya. They all took responsibility for their role in what happened to their family.

So far, so good.

To be honest, my perception is that Horikoshi has great respect for some of his villain characters. He has so far dedicated a lot of the story to Tomura alone, to his connection with Izuku. At least when it comes to the League, sacrifices are not simply plot twists, you know? They held meaning, they're respectful to the character.

I can't say the same for other antagonists and villains, tho. It's understandable, those secondary characters won't receive as much screen time and that's okay. It's just a bit sad to think that some of them have a lot of potential, but the story keeps them backstage. I certainly miss seeing some of the members of the Meta Liberation Army, for example. I loved the implications of corruption of power in the hero society. I miss Lady Nagant too, I can't wait to see her reaction to knowing that AFO is finally dead. Right now I wonder what the hell Horikoshi had planned for Hawks, lol. Every time I think his plotline is getting kickstarted, it runs for a second before stopping again. If he's there it's because there are unfinished businesses with him, maybe we will finally get a resolution on his connection with Toga and his past with Twice, but that's for later.

I have faith in Horikoshi, I guess. He has shown us that he does what the story demands and doesn't change the course of it for the public as much as other mangakas do. That is what movies are for.

I'm sure we'll see Spinner and Compress again, but most of all I'm curious worried about Kurogiri. I insist that the resolution between Kurogiri and Aizawa and Yamada will wreck me. In my wildest dreams I see Kurogiri begin for Tomura's life aka to save him, to give him a chance. I saw Aizawa's face when he heard Kurogiri talk about Tomura. He knew it was not only an order, but also a part of Oboro still alive. Oboro would do anything to help someone in danger, he'd pick any stray cat, give his life for anyone. I'm on the edge of my seat with that trio. Teachers on opposite sides of the war, once friends. Don't even get me going about Yamada and Kurogiri. Whenever I think of Mic and his role in that situation, it's pure torture.

If you ask me, I'm getting what I wanted. Act 3 has been great. It got a little boring for me when the whole focus was fighting AFO (I don't know why, maybe AFO is just not my favorite character to focus on). The rest? Amazing. Beautiful panels and drawing style, emotional instances that reveal the heart of the villains, their determination and dreams were respected, they got treated for once as real humans and not just villains... I'm behaving like a total kid with what is happening with Deku and Tomura in the 415 chapter.

Now, post-battle is another matter. We will cross that bridge when we get there, but they must be all alive and well or I'm ending what the League started and taking this whole world down with me (I'm not exaggerating at all haha why you ask?)

[haikyuuwaifu]

3. Touya Todoroki

Genre: Humor, Fluff

Warnings: Name calling, Swearing, Mentions of children figthing

MASTERLIST

Ryosuki Bakugo let out an annoyed huff, his little arms crossing over his little chest. Next to him, Daisuke Todoroki shot him a glare, sticking his little pink tongue out. Ryo flipped the other boy the finger, pulling his lower eyelid down. Before Daisuke could retaliate, the teacher's door slammed open. Ryo let out a breath of relief at the sight of his father. Behind him, he noticed a man covered in the same markings his Papa Shinsou had, piquing his curiosity. Daisuke tried to shrink in his seat, unable to miss the glare his father sent him. Their teacher came trailing after Daisuke’s father, a frown on her face. “Thank you both for coming in.” She began taking a seat behind her desk. “There was another incident during recess, and as much as we’ve tried to resolve the issues internally, today; both boys put their hands on one another.” She began, giving Ryosuki and Daisuke a stare. Both boys flushed sheepishly, as their fathers faces hardened. “Who started the damn fight?” Bakugo barked, eyeing the other little boy. Touya let out a scoff crossing his arms. “It was probably your kid. Must be poor home training.” He supplied, giving Katsuki a look. The blonde sneered, standing up to his full height. “You wanna run that by me again mother fucker?” He snarled, as Touya stood up to meet him. “I didn’t fucking stutter fuckface.” Touya snarled, causing Katsuki to gnash his teeth. Both little boys quickly left their seats to hide behind their teacher’s desk. 

An hour later found both Bakugo’s sitting on a bench outside the school building. Katsuki was sporting a black eye and a bruised lip. On the other bench, Touya looked no better, his nose covered in dry blood and one eye swollen shut. Daisuke and Ryosuki said nothing, both too afraid to speak. Ryo knew as soon as his mother showed up he and his father would be in for it. Katsuki winced as he saw his ex-girlfriend’s car pull into the front of the school. Putting the car in park, the driver side door was flung open, and Katsuki was met with a face filled with absolute rage. “Katsuki Bakugo, what the absolute- Suki earmuffs baby,” She side shouted, marching over toward the two. The little boy covered his ears, watching as Daisuke had done the same. “What the absolute fuck is wrong with you? You’re a grown ass man!” She hissed, reaching out to smack him with her bag. “How could you go and get into a fucking fight in front of you son? In front of his teacher!” Bakugo let out a wince as he tried to cover himself. “Ow!” He shouted, trying to dodge. “It wasn’t all my fault you shitty woman!” The blonde barked, as he dodged Y/n’s blows. “I don’t care who’s fault it was. You are too old to be fighting another fucking parent.” She snarled, eyes blazing. 

“And you!” She barked, pointing at Touya. “You should know better than to put your hands on another parent, let alone in front of your fucking son.” Touya winced, his cheeks tinting pink. “You two should be ashamed of yourselves!” She screamed, throwing her bag on the floor. “I can’t believe the two of you have children if you’re going to fucking act like this!” Behind her, Daisuke spotted his grandfather’s SUV. Enji Todoroki stepped out of the driver's side, his face set in stone. “I can’t believe the two of you have the fucking nerve.” Y/n hissed, as the fathers and their sons watched Enji approach. “Y/n?” Enji hummed, causing the woman to twist her head in his direction. “Enji!” She smiled, giving him a friendly wave. “I didn’t know your son went to school here.” The man quipped, pulling Y/n’s attention away from the group she had been previously yelling at. “Yep. This is the school your grandson goes to?” Enji nodded, motioning toward Daisuke. “That’s him right there, and my oldest Touya.” Y/n turned, giving the older Todoroki a glare. “This is my son Ryosuki and his father Katsuki. The two men decided they were going to get into a fist fight in the classroom.” Y/n huffed as Enji rolled his eyes. “I’ll head inside and see what I can do to mend the damage. You get your boy home.” Enji supplied, as Y/n gave him a friendly hug. “I’ll drop by in the morning with a breakfast basket.” Enji looked over at his son and his grandson. “Take him home and get him ready for bed. If I’m back before then, the three of us are going to have a talk.” Enji hissed, causing Daisuke to fold into himself. Touya said nothing, moving to stand. Y/n had reached over to get her bag, but Daisuke was faster. Reaching up he handed her the bag and bowed lowly. “I’m sorry ma’am.” Y/n only smiled ruffling the little boy's hair. Motioning toward Katsuki and Ryo, she nodded toward the car. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow, Enji.” She called behind her as she followed her family to the car. When the woman was out of hearing distance, Daisuke whispered; “Ryo’s mama is scary as fuck pop.” Touya could only grunt in agreement as the two made their way to the car.

In the comfort of their home, Katsuki sat quietly as the mother of his child and his husband gave him a verbal lashing. “It doesn’t matter who started the fight Suki, they’re children.” Shinsou sighed, taking a sip of his wine. “I can’t believe you got into a fight with another parent.” Bakugo let out a long sigh, leaning his head back against his chair. “I hate how fucking right you two are.” He griped, ignoring the way his two favorite people shared a smile. Ryo had been put to bed after a stern talking to from his mother. “Because you got into that fight, you don’t even know what started between the two boys.” Y/n scoffed, rolling her eyes. Katsuki gave her the finger and Shinsou snorted. “Was he hot though?” The purple haired man whispered loudly, giving Y/n a wink. “So fucking hot.” The woman supplied, both friends laughing as Bakugo moved to throw his napkin at them. In the Todoroki home, Touya was trying not to chug his liquor as his father gave his husband the play by play of the fight itself. Oboro let out ugly wheezes as he laughed and laughed. “You and the other boy's father will be volunteering at the school carnival this weekend to make up for the fight.” Enji supplied, taking a swig of his whiskey. Touya could only grunt his agreeance unwilling to give his father a verbal response. “Daisuke will apologize to the other boy tomorrow as well. He was the one who started it.” Touya gave his father a curious look, as Oboro poured the trio another round. “He told me before bedtime that he had said something to Ryosuki about his mother. He won’t tell me what it was, but from what I understand it wasn’t very nice.” “It’s crazy that Y/n’s son goes to school with our little Daisuke.” Oboro hummed, taking a bite of the dessert he’d made earlier. “Who the hell is Y/n?” Touya grunted, reaching out to take a piece. “She works at the company with me. From what I understand, she’s not married to the father of her child.” Enji supplied, taking another drink. “She’s one of the best employees we have and I consider her a friend. You will apologize to the boy's father as well.” Touya could only give his father the finger, as he downed the rest of his drink.

The next morning, Daisuke entered the classroom ready to apologize. Daisuke was surprised to see Ryosuki by the door. The other child was holding a bento, his cheeks red. “I’m sorry I hit you.” Ryo mumbled, holding out the bento box. “I’m sorry I said really mean things about your mom.” Daisuke whispered, holding the box gingerly. “I don’t have one, so I was just jealous.” He supplied, moving to hang up his backpack. Their teacher watched on the sidelines, ensuring everything was well. “It’s okay. So long as you didn’t really mean it.” Ryo supplied shrugging. “Your mom is really scary.” Daisuke giggled, causing the other boy to grin. “She is right! It’s so cool! She made lunch for you today though, because she shows love with food or something; I don’t know I stopped listening after she said cookies.” The boy huffed, causing their teacher to giggle. “BUT she said that my dad and your dad are gonna help at the carnival this weekend!” Daisuke looked contemplative, before voicing his thought. “Is your mom gonna be there?” Ryo gave him a nod, eyes filled with curiosity. “Would…do you think I can meet your mom?” Daisuke mumbled sheepishly, looking down at his shoes. “Course you can!” Ryo shouted, patting the other boys back. “We can even share! I have two dads but I’ve always wanted a brother.” Daisuke’s face broke out into a grin. “My dad says brothers are lame, but I think it’s because he’s lame.” The boy whispered. Their teachers heart was melting, as she made a note to update Y/n.

That weekend found the Bakugo family, grandparents included, attending the school carnival. Mitsuki laughed for days after she found out about her son getting into a fight with another parent. Masaru only sighed, as he, Y/n, and Shinsou voiced their annoyance in low whispers. “Daisuke’s really excited to meet you mama. He says you’re really scary, but he’s really sorry for saying bad things about you.” Ryo grunted, giving his moms hand a squeeze. Y/n only smiled, sharing a look with Hitoshi. Katsuki had left earlier to help with the carnival set up. Both friends knew the blonde would be at his wits end by the time they showed up. On the playground, Bakugo took a long swig from his water bottle, wiping the sweat dripping down his face. Next to him Touya had finished his water, crushing the plastic container. Both men had yet to vocalize an apology, neither one wanting to cave first. After a few more minutes of tense silence Touya finally spoke. “I’m...I’m sorry for what Daisuke said about your girlfriend.” Touya mumbled, unwilling to look the other man in the eye. Katsuki blinked owlishly, before snorting. “Y/n’s not my girlfriend dumbass. She’s my best friend. I’m actually married, to a man by the way, she and I just share a child together.” The blonde man replied, taking in the surrounding area. He could see the rest of Touya’s siblings scattered about. He noticed his parents at the gymnasium entrance, and glared at the sight of his childhood neighbors curly green hair. Touya watched Bakugo’s face change to absolute annoyance, and he found his curiosity peaked. “That’s fuckface Deku. We grew up together and he’s always had some weird fascination with Y/n.” The blonde supplied, watching the other man like a hawk. 

“What does it matter to you if some other guy is interested in your ex?” Touya questioned, as he tried to locate his own son. “Suki doesn’t like him, and it’s not just because I don’t like him.” Katsuki answered, settling his hands on his hips. “The kid’s got a thing about people, and if he doesn’t like them of his own accord, then I’m gonna trust his fucking judgement.” Before Touya could say anything more, Ryosuki and Daisuke had come barreling toward the two. “Dad! Look!” Daisuke crowed, showing his father his kimono. It was nice, decked out in his favorite colors and a few of his favorite characters. It fit the boy well. “Miss Y/n brought it for me!” He mumbled, a small smile on his face. Ryo had taken his best friends hand before looking his father in the eye. “I told Ma we wanted to match for the carnival.” Touya looked over at Katsuki, but the man’s eyes were still on the other side of the carnival. “Y/n loves kids. She’s not gonna say no when it comes to cute shit like that.” Katsuki supplied looking down at the two boys. “You look great buddy.” Touya supplied, patting his son’s head. “Your tattoos are really neat!” Ryosuki shouted, eyeing the one on Touya’s arm. “You like tattoos little man?” Katsuki only snorted, rolling his eyes. “Kid loves tattoos. It was one of the first things he noticed about my husband, and he was still a toddler at the time.” “Grandpa Sho does papa’s tattoos and a lot of mama’s tattoos all the time! He said he would teach me when I’m big like dad.” Ryo supplied, gripping Touya’s arm. Touya took in the boys words, his brain trying to connect where he’d heard the name “Sho” from. Giving the other man a bone, Katsuki decided to help him out.

“My father-in-law is Shouta Aizawa.” The blonde grinned, as Touya’s eyes widened. “Holy shit.” “Holy shit is right.” A voice stated, bringing everyone’s attention behind them. “Gramps!” Ryo shouted, making a beeline for the other man. Daisuke followed along a bit hesitant. Next to Shouta, Daisuke saw a tall blonde man, his hair in a high ponytail. “Hey hey hey little listener!” Hizashi smiled holding out his hand. “Hi!” Daisuke mumbled his cheeks pink. “We’re really good friends with your grandpa Oboro.” Hizashi supplied, as Shouta scoffed. “He’s an idiot.” Daisuke could only giggle, before nodding. “That’s what nana Rei says all the time.” Touya and Katsuki watched on, their squabble mostly forgotten. An hour later, Katsuki and Touya were sitting at a table they had reserved for their family. The boys were playing games with Touya’s brothers, while Fuyumi and Masaru were talking recipes. Mitsuki and Enji were currently engaged in a battle of wits, and Oboro, Shouta, and Hizashi were talking amongst themselves catching up. Touya and Katsuki had been talking. They’d found at that the two men actually had a lot in common. Katsuki’s husband found it hilarious and refused to let the blonde forget it. Touya could understand why the two got on. “I still can’t believe your dad is one of the greatest tattoo artists of all time.” Touya sighed, taking another swig of his beer. Shinsou could only shrug, running his fingers through his hair. “He’s always been just my dad. The same way Mitsuki has always been Katsuki’s mom even though she’s a fashion designer, and Enji has always been your dad and he’s a media mogul.” The other man could only grunt, his eyes scanning the area. 

“If that fuck stick goes anywhere near Y/n I’ll break his arms.” Katsuki grumbled, taking another swig. By this point, Touya understood the man he had been bitching about was Izuku Midoriya. Shinsou had explained that Izuku had asked Y/n on multiple occasions and simply wouldn’t take no for an answer. Moving to stand, Touya let out a long sigh. “I’m going to stretch my legs and make sure my brothers aren’t teaching our children anything too terrible.” Katsuki only snorted, smiling a little. “Nothing could be worse than Denki Kaminari.” he called after him, settling into his husband’s arms. “You like him.” Shinsou teased, as Katsuki scoffed. “He’s alright.” Shinsou only rolled his eyes. “He’ll be good for her.” The man admonished as Katsuki watched Touya move through the carnival stalls. “They’ll be good for each other.” Touya made his way through the crowds and the people, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “I’ve told you repeatedly, I’m not interesting Midoriya, and if you keep asking I won’t be held liable for the fucking foot I’m going to shove up your ass.” Y/n snarled, gripping her bag. Izuku only smiled, moving a step closer. “It’s been years of playing this game Y/n. Just give in already.” He supplied, inching his face closer to hers. What he wasn’t expecting however, was a tattooed hand to come into his view, shoving his face out of the way. “She said fuck off right?” Touya hummed, taking a step in front of Y/n. “This isn’t any of your business Todoroki-san.” Izuku supplied, his lips in a tight smile. Touya could only shrug. “I’m making it my business now. Your stepfather is Yagi Toshinori right? A big partner for one of the companies my father does business with.” Touya asked, looking down at the other man. “What does that have to do with anything?” Izuku hissed glaring up at Touya. “If you don’t fuck off and leave her alone, I’ll get him involved. While it’s not the usual way I’d handle a creep like you; I figured I’d take the more diplomatic approach this time.” He supplied giving the man a grin. 

Izuku could only snarl, turning to walk away. When he was gone, Touya turned around to see that Y/n digging around in her bag. “You alright sweetheart?” The man questioned, reaching out to touch her arm. “I’m fine. I was looking for something when he showed up.” She mumbled digging through her purse. Pulling out a small polaroid, she shouted in victory. “Their teacher gave me this, from the day after the fight!” She stated, giving the polaroid to the man. It was a picture of Daisuke and Ryosuki, smiling big and food stuck to their lips. “She said they’re practically brothers now. It’s so cute.” Y/n cooed, reaching in to take in the photo. Touya could smell whatever scent she was wearing and he felt his mouth water. “Can I,” He began rather hesitantly. He was going to stop himself when he looked up to see Katsuki making provocative motions toward him and Y/n. Y/n followed Touya’s line of sight and scoffed in embarrassment. “He’s such a fucking idiot.” She mumbled, causing the man beside her to laugh. “He’s just trying to help a friend.” Touya supplied, looking her up and down. “I’d really like to take you out.” Y/n gave him a look of consideration before nodding. “I’ll allow it, but no more fights.” She supplied, looping her arm through his own. “You can start by winning me a prize.” She winked, causing Touya to laugh. “Whatever you want sweetheart.”

A year later, Katsuki would take the credit by louding proclaiming that if he hadn’t whooped his best friends ass then he and Y/n wouldn’t even be getting married. Ryosuki and Daisuke were happy to be brothers and were excited to find out they would be having a baby sister months after the honeymoon.

also: Katsuki absolutely adores Y/n and Touya’s daughter to pieces and spoils her more than anyone <3