#toga x reader fluff

[haikyuubby]

𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐬 ; ochako & himiko

"it would be a hundred times easier, if we were young again." ੈ‧₊˚ a fic inspired by some tiktok headcannons i posted.

❆ - angst, female reader

“i love you” are three easy words to tell someone you love.

so why did you find yourself telling two very different girls those exact same words?

navigating romantic feelings as a teenage girl is hard, especially when you have those very same feelings for two people at once.

ochako uraraka: kind, strong, and caring.

himiko toga: persistent, obsessed, and devoted.

those are the three words that you’d use to describe the girls that you’re in love with.

ochako has been your crush since high school started, the way that she doesn’t fail to give anyone her help, even if it’s unwanted.

or maybe it’s the way that her hair blows in the breeze, giving you a full view of her very beautiful face.

such round cheeks, and big brown eyes.

if you didn’t have such a crush on her, you’d be jealous of her looks.

on the other hand…

you met himiko during the league of villains’ attack during your training camp.

you were running to find ochako, only to see her fighting a blonde-haired girl who had looked to be around your age.

the blonde-haired girl had sharp, yellow colored eyes, and a face that could easily have been mistaken for one of a model’s.

as you’re assisting ochako trying to capture this girl, she states that her name is himiko toga.

after himiko toga runs away from your guys’ fight, you can’t help but think about her.

this continues for even months afterwards, her model-like face was imprinted into your mind.

then again…

focusing on ochako seemed like something you could do to get your mind off of the blonde-haired girl.

“i love you.” you say to ochako.

it’s the day that you guys move into the makeshift fortress that was made to accommodate the students before all-out war started.

ochako’s lips turn upward, tearing welling in her eyes.

she pulls you in for a tight, heartfelt hug; wishing that this moment would last forever.

but just a few weeks ago…

as you were walking to the dorms one night, you were suddenly stopped in a street corner by himiko toga.

himiko pulls a quick move on you, making you fall to the ground.

her hands are currently pinning your own hands down to the concrete ground.

malicious intent masks her eyes.

during this interaction, you can’t help but feel scared.

himiko had the look of that of a cat, especially late at night.

her eyes were telling, her intentions were drawn all over her face.

but at the same time, why did she look so beautiful?

why did himiko’s eyes sparkle with so much adoration?

the close proximity made it very easy for one of you to kiss the other at this very moment, but it doesn’t happen.

after a minute of just looking and staring at each other, you mutter out a quick “i love you.” to himiko.

himiko looks…surprised? confused?

you can’t tell what emotion she’s feeling until she gets up from the ground, essentially letting you go.

as you’re freed from her hold, you start to walk away from her, embarrassment bubbling up inside of you.

before you get too far away, himiko grabs your hand, making you look at her.

himiko then flashes you a smile, one of the cutest in the world.

she then lets your hand go and runs away.

no words were spoken during this interaction, but you can’t help but think that this means something.

that moment with himiko comes up in your mind as you and ochako get ready to fight in this upcoming battle.

mere minutes before people got assigned to groups and locations, you run to find ochako.

a long embrace was exchanged between the two of you, enjoying what could be your last moments together.

little do you know, you’re about to lose both of the loves of your life.

[bbkoolkatz]

REupload!!!

synopsis: thirsting over a gym pic they posted lol

including: K. Bakugo, I. Midoriya, S. Todoroki, E. Kirishima, T. Amajiki, H. Sero, K. Takami, T. Todoroki/Dabi, T. Shigaraki, H. Toga, O. Uraraka, M. Ashido, M. Yaoyorozu, N. Hado, R. Usagiyama/Mirko.

*in all might's voice* EAT THIS!📱

MDNI!!!

mlist!

[a-sound-sol]

I recently had a tooth removed and my dentist advised me on many things but what I found funny was her saying "no kissing for a month" I found myself wondering how a couple would deal with this.

A scenario with LoV X Reader reacting and dealing with the news of no kiss for a month XD + them taking care of the reader

I love your work <3

oh i looove this one!! and thank you <3

NO KISSES FOR A MONTH!

ft. LoV

Shigaraki

He doesn't believe you at first, he thinks you're punishing him for something. Until he tries to kiss you and you wince in pain, then he's like o h, you're serious.

Then he subtly takes care of you. He comes home one day with ice packs and heating pads to help with the swelling. He makes the rest of the League deal with freezing and heating them up, but he always delivers them directly to you. He won't let you lift a finger unless you have to. He puts Kurogiri in charge of assisting you whenever you need it while he's gone, which barely happens bc he never wants to leave your side when you need him. He falls asleep on a couch next to your bed during the day, and always ends up spooning you at night <3

Dabi

He's PISSED about no kisses. He pouts about it literally all day. But when you start to complain about how in pain you are, he drops everything to help you. He'll hand feed you your meds and he'll tell Shigaraki he's off duty until you're better. He refuses to leave your side, such a needy guy. He makes you soup because that's easier to eat, and he'll blow on it to cool it down before feeding it to you - and yes, he indeed does feed it to you on a spoon. He'll keep you warm and safe, no matter what.

He's not great with the no kisses rule, so he kisses your forehead and nose and temples frequently. He just can't help himself. <3

Twice

He understands no kisses but he also DESPISES it!! He personally wants to talk to the dentist and tell them off!! But he also wants to shake their hand and thank them for taking care of you. In regards to that, he's somehow both the most gentle and the most distant. But he explains to you it's only because he can't stop himself from wanting to kiss you whenever he sees you! Still makes sure you know how loved you are, waits on you at every hour. He worries about you so much !! <33

Toga

Oh no kisses? No problem for our vampy girl! She gives you love in so many other ways. She cuddles and holds you, basically carrying you throughout the house starting when you came home from surgery. She's adamant that she can take care of you - almost to a fault. She starts to forget to take care of herself a little bit. You make sure to cover her in blankets when she passes out from exhaustion, and you end up taking care of her more than anything. <3

Spinner

He's a sweet guy, so of course he's not going to tell you how upset he is about not getting to kiss you. He looks disappointed at first, but then he realizes that means he has to show his affection through other ways. He taste tests all your food first so that they're soft and smooth enough for you to eat. He spends the days in bed with you playing video games while you rest, and he always ALWAYS makes sure that the room temperature is perfect for you. <3

Compress

Oh he's absolutely the most dramatic about it. While he understands you must heal, how can he NOT smooch those lips??? He spends the entire time trying to figure out a way to kiss your lips without it hurting you. Him and his silly magic - he actually attempts to hypnotize you just so that he could get away with it still - but he remembered how worth the wait it would be to be able to kiss you without you being in pain. He spends the rest of the time entertaining you with his whimsical stories <3

Kurogiri

Kissing isn't really a big part of your relationship, so he doesn't care entirely about that. What he DOES care about is how much pain you're in, and he wonders if he can transport the pain away from you. He hates seeing you sad, and does his best to take care of you. He brings you to the prettiest mountaintop to pass the time while you heal. He sets up a picnic for you both and you sit in silence together, happily. You're kinda glad you had surgery! <3

Magne

She's a bit mad about it, but she gets over it quickly when she realizes that the sooner you heal, the more kisses she'll get! She also waits on you hand and foot, she's sure to make sure to try and anticipate your needs before you even know what they are. If there's one thing she's gonna do, it's protect you from the stupid shit you usually do that causes you to get hurt (tripping is the number one thing). She will rush in to catch you everytime, and call you a ditz while kissing your cheek and carrying you to wherever you were headed! <3

[kenzdolls]

WOULD YOU STILL LOVE ME IF I WAS A WORM?

⌗ synopsis: y’know that tiktok trend where people ask their partners if they'd still love them as a worm? yeah, you decided to test it on the league of villains. Here's how that went...(sry I’m so late to the party dawgs)

⌗ pairing: lov x gn! reader, tomura shigaraki x reader, dabi (touya todoroki) x reader, himiko toga x reader, spinner x reader, twice x reader

⌗ tags: lov x reader, league of villains x reader, mha x reader, bnha x reader

TOMURA SHIGARAKI:

DABI (TOUYA TODOROKI):

HIMIKO TOGA:

SPINNER (SHUICHI IGUCHI):

TWICE (JIN BUBAIGAWARA):

⌗ taglist: [open]

⌗ mutuals: @haikyuubby @va-3 @tulippanes @luvseraphh @gh0st-g1rll @accidentcache @cupkiki

© property of kenzdolls 2025 — do not copy, steal, or plagiarize my work onto other media

[doumadono]

Synopsis: you and the rest of the League of Villains comes together to celebrate Tomura Shigaraki's birthday

A/N: this fic was written for Shigaraki's birthday!

MY HERO ACADEMIA M.LIST - 3

It wasn’t that the League of Villains weren’t known for their chaos and violence. No, it was that they never seemed to slow down long enough to actually enjoy the quiet, the simple moments. 

But for once, tonight was supposed to be different. 

Tomura Shigaraki’s birthday. It had been a topic of constant avoidance, mostly because Tomura himself had never cared much for it. Birthdays were an inconvenience, a reminder of the life he never asked for, the life he felt shackled to. 

But despite the gruffness and indifference he exuded, there was an unspoken agreement among the League to make the night something more than just another fight to the death.

You, too, were part of the plotting — helping plan, but doing so with a fair share of reluctance. Not for any particular reason, but because the League was never a group known for celebrating anything. In fact, moments like this made you wonder if they even knew how to celebrate.

Even Kurogiri, who was usually a picture of calm control, seemed a little different as he prepared everything in the background. "Are you ready, Y/N?" Kurogiri’s voice was smooth and steady as he stepped into the room, his presence somehow more subdued than usual as he wiped a glass he held in his misty hands.

You glanced up at him, surprised. "Ready? For what?"

"Tonight is for Shigaraki," Kurogiri said, his voice softening slightly, "and we’ll make sure he knows this is his night. We may not show it often, but we all care about him."

You nodded slowly, understanding now. It was strange to think about how Tomura had evolved into the leader, a presence that brought all these outcasts together.

The decorations were subtle. A few candles, some streamers — nothing too extravagant, nothing too flashy. After all, this was Tomura Shigaraki. He’d never tolerate anything over-the-top. Yet, there was something in the way the League had been preparing that made it feel special.

"Are you planning to stand around all day?" came a voice from the doorway, and you turned to see Dabi, arms crossed, a bored grimace plastered on his face. "We’ve got to make sure this doesn't fall apart before the brat even notices."

"You’re the one who wanted to keep it a surprise, genius," you shot back with a playful smile.

Dabi rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just don’t screw it up. The boss isn’t one for grand gestures, but if we don't at least try, well, you know how he gets."

You chuckled, understanding all too well the fragile nature of Tomura’s moods. But you couldn’t deny that tonight had to be different.

As you kept on working with Kurogiri to work out the last details, others filtered in, each of them bringing their own chaotic energy to the task. 

Toga bounded in first, bouncing with excitement. "Decorations! Decorations!" she cheered, bouncing from one corner to the next as she helped you hang even more streamers and little handmade paper hearts. "Shigaraki’s gonna love it!" She beamed as she attached a few more decorations, unaware of the look Twice shot her from across the room.

"I still don’t get why we’re doing this… I hate it!!! So much! Wait, I actually love parties!" Jin slurred, scratching the back of his head nervously as he adjusted a few more chairs after Spinner. "Shigaraki doesn’t even care about his birthday. Doesn’t he just want to destroy things? Or maybe he does care! What a lovely man!”

Dabi walked further inside the room and leaned casually against the wall with a can of canned coffee in his scarred hand. "I still think it’s ridiculous, but whatever." 

"You’re not helping," you shot back at Dabi, though you couldn’t help but notice the small soft spot he had for the occasion. Despite his words, he was still helping set the place up earlier, even if it was just to stand aside now, looking smug while everyone else finished the work.

Toga suddenly perked up, eyes sparkling with mischief as she pointed at the can in the scarred man’s hand. “Ohhh, drinking canned coffee like Hawks? That’s a bold boyfriend move, Dabi!”

Dabi’s eye twitched, and he took a slow sip from the can before leveling her with a deadpan stare. “Say one more word and I’m lighting you up like a damn lantern.”

Spinner snorted from where he was stacking chairs. “Bold threat, coming from a guy who’s halfway to morphing into his boyfriend.”

Dabi let out a sharp scoff, tilting his head with a mocking grin. “Shut the fuck up, lizard. You’re seriously calling me out while running around like some pathetic Ninja Turtle knockoff trying to be a Stain cosplayer?”

Spinner bristled, gripping the chair he was holding like he was seriously considering throwing it at Dabi’s face. “Oh, real original, burn victim. Got any more recycled insults, or are you just gonna keep riding Hawks’ coattails?”

Before Dabi could fire back, Kurogiri’s voice cut through the brewing chaos, smooth yet firm. “I would appreciate it if you all refrained from tearing each other apart before the event even begins.” His mist swirled ominously, like a silent warning. “We are trying to maintain some level of decorum.”

Spinner sighed deeply and returned to his duty, placing the paper plates on the table with a slight frown. "I still think it'd be better if I just took him to the arcade. He'd have a lot more fun there than with all this... whatever this is."

Mr Compress let out a deep huff, "Come on, Spinner! Don’t be overdramatic. It’ll be fine! Maybe Shiggy just needs some fun for once, y’know?"

You sighed, glancing around at the madness the League had brought into what was meant to be a calm, simple gathering. At least everyone was trying — sort of.

Kurogiri’s voice cut through the noise. "Everything is nearly ready. Shall we prepare the cake?"

You nodded, but before you could turn to make the final preparations, Toga squealed in excitement. "It’s done! Everything’s perfect!" She beamed, her eyes darting from one corner of the room to the next. “Now we just need to get Tomura-kun in here.”

At that moment, the door creaked open. Tomura Shigaraki walked in, the usual scowl on his face. He immediately froze as his eyes scanned the room. The chaos of decorations, the streamers hanging haphazardly, and the somewhat unsettling atmosphere that was meant to be festive — it was all too much.

"What the hell is all this?" Tomura’s voice was cold, but there was an edge of curiosity in it. He glanced at you, his red eyes narrowing.

You stepped forward, offering him a small smile. "It’s a birthday celebration, Tomura. For you."

Shigaraki blinked, clearly taken aback. "A what?"

"Happy birthday!" Toga chirped, handing him a gift wrapped in awfully pinkish wrapping paper with more enthusiasm than was probably appropriate for someone of his temperament. "Open it!"

He stared at the box, then back at her. "I didn’t ask for this."

"You’re gonna open it anyway," Twice chimed in, practically hopping from foot to foot. "Just for fun! Or you can decay it!”

Reluctantly, Shigaraki unwrapped the gift, revealing a set of sleek, black gloves covering just two fingers on each hand — simple, practical, and just the right fit for someone like him. He looked at the gloves, then back at Himiko, and for a split second, something softer flashed in his gaze before it quickly faded into indifference. 

"Damn," he muttered under his breath, but his voice lacked the usual venom.

“Oh, Tomura-kun!” Toga didn’t hesitate — she launched herself at Shigaraki, wrapping her arms around him so tightly he could barely breathe. “Happy birthday, boss!”

Tomura stiffened, grimacing as he tried to pry her off without resorting to violence. “Toga, you’re overstepping, let me go. I’d rather not have to decay you for insubordination.”

Toga gasped dramatically, her pout deepening like a kid who just had their favorite candy snatched away. “Tomura-kun, that’s so mean! You’re breaking my heart!”

“Yeah, real heartbreaker move, boss!” Twice chimed in, stepping up beside them. “I despise you. Wait, no, I love you. Damn it.” 

“Well, aren’t you gonna say something?” Toga beamed, still bouncing on her toes, eager for approval.

Shigaraki sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah... Thanks, I guess.”

That was the closest thing to gratitude they were going to get, and the League knew better than to push for more. Instead, they moved on, turning the moment into something even more chaotic as the rest of the gifts were pushed into his arms one by one.

Spinner shoved a small envelope at him. “I got you a gift card so you can get that new skin for LoL.”

Tomura’s brows furrowed slightly as he opened the gift, pulling out a prepaid gaming card. His fingers twitched over it, his lips pressing together like he was fighting back a smile. “Oh?”

“The one you kept bitching about last week. Pretty sure you would’ve murdered me if I didn’t get it.”

A scoff left Tomura’s lips, but there was no real venom in it. “Guess I don’t have to kill you now. Lucky you.”

Mr. Compress stepped forward next, offering a sleek black box with a dramatic flourish. “For you, our fearless leader. A little sophistication for someone who desperately needs it.”

Tomura raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued despite himself. Slowly, he tore off the wrapping, revealing a thick book with a worn leather cover. The title was embossed in gold letters: "The Art of Leadership: A Guide for the Fearless."

Tomura stared at the book for a moment, and there was a shift in his expression, something that might have been irritation but quickly masked itself with indifference. "A book? Really? This is your idea of a gift?" His voice was laced with disbelief, though he couldn’t help but glance at the cover again.

"Exactly," Mr. Compress said, his grin widening just slightly. "A book about leadership. You’ve been leading the League, haven’t you? But a good leader can always learn more, no? Thought you might find the wisdom inside helpful, boss!”

Tomura turned the book over in his hands, still not fully convinced. "I don’t need a book to tell me how to lead," he muttered, but there was something almost intrigued in his voice now, despite the snark. "I’m doing just fine without it,” he muttered begrudgingly, tucking the book under his arm. "Guess I’ll read it. When I have time. Thanks."

Dabi was next, tossing a wrapped package into Tomura’s lap without ceremony. “Here. Figured you should have something practical.”

Tomura tore it open, revealing a dark hoodie — heavy, well-made, and lined with an extra layer inside for warmth. He thumbed over the fabric before looking up at Dabi with a suspicious glare. “You stole this?”

Dabi snorted. “Nah, I paid for it.” Then, smirking, he added, “...With someone else’s money.”

Tomura rolled his eyes but didn’t protest, already shoving the hoodie aside for later.

Kurogiri presented his own gift with his usual composed demeanor, placing a small but finely wrapped box before him. “I thought something to aid in relaxation might be useful.”

Inside was an assortment of expensive herbal teas, chosen for their calming effects. 

Tomura scoffed at first, but something in his posture loosened slightly. He wasn’t about to admit it, but he’d take it.

Then, finally, there was you.

You stepped forward, meeting Tomura’s gaze with a knowing smile as you held out your own gift — wrapped in black and red paper. “Happy birthday, Shigaraki Tomura, my love.”

He blinked at the way the words rolled off your tongue, but he said nothing as he tore the paper open. Inside, nestled carefully, was a high-quality pair of gaming headphones. Noise-canceling, wireless, top-tier.

Tomura’s breath hitched just slightly. His fingers twitched. He looked up at you, expression unreadable for a long moment. “Tch.” He clicked his tongue, glancing away. “You always do shit like this.”

“Like what?” A frown crossed your forehead.

“Like knowing exactly what I need before I even ask.” His voice was gruff, but there was no real annoyance there.

You grinned, stepping closer. “That’s just part of loving you.”

A chorus of playful gagging noises erupted from Toga and Twice in the background. But you didn’t let it faze you. Instead, you found your focus, zeroed in on him. Without a word, you stepped closer, your hand coming up to cup his jaw with a surprising confidence, with boldness that sent a ripple through the room.

Then, you kissed him.

It wasn’t shy. It wasn’t hesitant. It was firm, claiming, a slow press of lips that left no room for question. You could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tightened beneath your touch, the quick, startled breath that escaped him at the sudden pressure of your lips against his. For a moment, he was completely still, as if frozen, and then, just before he could pull away, you felt the faintest shift — a subtle lean into you, as though he couldn’t quite help himself. It was barely there, a whisper of a movement, but it was enough to make your heart race.

You held it there, longer than anyone might expect, savoring the sensation of his rough lips under yours, feeling his pulse quicken, his breath hitching in a way that told you he wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended.

When you finally pulled back, the room seemed to hold its breath with you. 

His face was flushed, his eyes wide in that rare, vulnerable shock that was so unlike his usual cold composure. His jaw clenched, the muscles working beneath the skin as though he were trying to push away whatever emotions you’d just stirred up.

You leaned in close, letting your lips ghost against the shell of his ear as you whispered just for him. “And when we’re alone, I’m gonna show you exactly how much I love you.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched, his hand instinctively reaching up to rub at his face as if to brush away the moment. “...Tch. Fucking—” Tomura cut himself off, clearing his throat, eyes darting anywhere but at you.

Toga screamed in delight, clapping her hands together. “Oh my god, they’re so in love !”

Dabi snorted into his coffee. “Gross.”

Twice threw his hands up. “Disgusting! Beautiful! I love it! I hate it!”

Kurogiri merely chuckled while pouring drinks for everyone.

Tomura scowled at all of them but made no effort to move away from you. Instead, he tugged the hood of his new hoodie over his head, attempting to hide the way his face was still burning. “You’re all insufferable.”But despite his grumbling, there was something lighter in the air. For once, just for tonight, they weren’t the League of Villains. They were simply a group of misfits, sharing a rare moment of peace and warmth while celebrating. And that was enough.

@pixelcafe-network

[b3ach-bunn7]

WE SUFFOCATED OUR LOVE

a random number starts texting you and you decide to text back

Or, the bassist of your favourite band accidentally messages you and u fall in love

inspired by this fic 😆 and my fav band the driver era

band!au, no quirks, text form, eventual romance

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September 18th

10:37 pm

Unknown: Ask Shiggy to grab me a monster on his way back

You: a monster?? are u 12…

Unknown: Shut up and ask

You: sorry I think you have the wrong number

Unknown: No I don’t

You: lowkey u do..

You: r u trying to hack me

Unknown: You’re still texting me so u would probably fall for it

You: okay ur still textjng me genius

Unknown: Texting*

You: Shut up.

You: okay don’t actually shut up

Unknown: Thought I was a hacker

You: maybe I wanna be hacked

Unknown: Is this flirting

You: maybe

You: r u really sexy

Unknown: Extremely

You: 😍 feeling bashful rn

You: why r u drinking monsters anyways

You: Wait am i actually messaging a 12 yr old

September 19th

4:03 am

Unknown: I’m not 12 years old

Unknown: I’m 24

Unknown: And i drink monsters for energy

Unknown: And because they r yummy

Unknown: And cheap

You: omfg you don’t need a separate text for every word

Unknown: Oh

Unknown: Didn’t think you’d be awake so late

You: well I wasn’t but SOMEONE is messaging me at 4am

You: also I’m 24 2

Unknown: Didn’t ask

You: kys

Unknown: Ok bye

You: pussy

You: why are u even awake so late

Unknown: I’m writing

You: omg 😳 are u an author

Unknown: Lol no

Unknown: I write music

You: OMG

You: even better

You: what do u play

Unknown: Bass

Unknown: And I sing kinda

You: kinda?

Unknown: I sing backup mainly

Unknown: Or lead if I’m feeling extra generous

You: generous?

Unknown: To please all my loving woman fans ofc 😫

You: EWW TF

You: DONT EVER USE EMOJIS AGAIN BRUH 😭

Unknown: 😭💔.

You: literally throwing up alllllxover my room

Unknown: Weirdo

Unknown: Go to sleep

You: don’t tell me what to do 🙄

Unknown: Okay don’t sleep

You: lowkey have to I have uni tomorrow

Unknown: Loser

You: shush

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September 19th

8:47 am

You: FUCK YOU

September 19th

2:30 pm

Unknown: Meanie 😢

You: i overslept because of you

Unknown: Were you up all night thinking about me

You: i dont eben know ur name

Unknown: Dabi

You: oh ur sooooo emo and edgy

Dabi: Shut up

You: nobody... understands you😕⛓️🥀

Dabi: You gonna tell me ur name or what

You: Y/N

Dabi: Pretty name

You: dont stalk me plz

Dabi: No promises

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September 28th

10:02 pm

You: so if u dont go uni what do you do

Dabi: I told you i write music

Dabi: Am also in a band

You: wait are u like

You: successful

You: like do u make money from it

Dabi: Well yes

Dabi: Its my job

You: wait thats kinda cool

Dabi:  😎 

You: take it back so fast

You: do u stream ur music on like spotify

You: let me listen

You: whats ur band called

Dabi: No

You: mid name but i will look it up

Dabi: I dont wanna tell you

Dabi: Not right now at least

You: r u like super famous

You: am i messaging harry styles rn

Dabi: Im sorry i kept this from u for so long

You: is 1D cming back

You: plz

Dabi: Never

Dabi: Narry ruined us😔

You: HAHAH

You: HWO DO U KNOW WHAT TAHT IS

Dabi: I have a sister

Dabi: But seriously I'll tell you one day

You: how do ik ur not lying about ur music 🤔

Dabi: [image attachment]

September 28th

10:13pm

You: MINABHABHAE

You: LOOK

You: OMFG

You: [image attachment]

You: HIS HAND IS ALL TATTED UP AND SEXY

You: AND THAT BASS

You: just creamed my pants

Mina: GIRL

Mina: you dont even know what he looks like

Mina: he does have sexy hands tho

You: sexy hands = sexy face

You: its litch science

Mina: ur so whipped and its been a week

You: uhm

You: ten days actually

Mina: ur not right in the head

September 28th

10:22 pm

Dabi: Did my incredible bass shock u to silence

You: i literally collapsed when i saw it

You: i like the blue

You: also ur tattoos are cool

Dabi: Thanks babe

You: mhm

You: yh

You: did they hurt

You: when u got them done

Dabi: Nah they werent too bad

Dabi: Worst was probs the ones on my chest

You: r u like alll tatted up

Dabi: I am

Dabi: That okay?

You: mhm

You: very cool

You: i want a tatto but im lowkey scared like

You: what if it hurts

Dabi: Ill get one with you

Dabi: Ill talk you through it

Dabi: Distract you from the pain

You: mhm

You: yes

You: very good

You: my roomates calling me ttylxox

September 28th

10:30pm

You: [screenshot]

You: hes SOO FLIRTING RIGHT

Mina: oh babe this reads like a porno

You: DFHBAJHF

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October 11th

8:37 pm

You: [link attachment]

You: listen to this song

You: LOV is the best band eva

Dabi: LOL

You: WHAT

You: its so good its my fav band

You: im seeing them next month

Dabi: Really

You: r u jelly

Dabi: Very

Dabi: If only i could be there

You: i think theres still tickets for sale if u acc wanna come

Dabi: You tryna see me in person?

You: mayhaps

You: ur just so mysterious

You: what if ur actually like a pedo

Dabi: The fuck

Dabi: I’m no pedo

You: okay cool

You: you can come to the concert then

Dabi: Seriously?

October 11th

8:47pm

You: MINA

You: PLEASE

You: [screenshot attachment]

You: SHALL I SAY YEA

Mina: UHM

Mina: YES

Mina: concerts are public so if he’s actually a creep you’ll be safe

You: OKAY

October 11th

8:50pm

You: okay omg

You: shall we actually do this

Dabi: Yeah

Dabi: You got another month to figure out if I’m a pedo

You: now I deffo think you’re one

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October 17th

6:45 pm

Dabi: Does this sound good

Dabi: [audio message]

You: WOAH

You: that sounds really good

You: is that u talking at the end

Dabi: Yeah my roommate walked in

You: ur voice is so deep

Dabi: Sexy right

You: gosh so modest too

Dabi: I’m working on a new song but I can’t tell if I like that riff

You: u should like it

You: it’s very good

Dabi: Thanks babe

You: soooooo

You: can u show me ur band now 😁

Dabi: No 😁

You: 🤬

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October 21st

8:33pm

You: what would u do if we meet irl and IM actually famous

You: like u pull up to the concert and I’m there but I’m actually like Jojo siwa or something

Dabi: I’d be a bit disappointed

You: u don’t fw jojo??

Dabi: No but she’s gay and I’d hope all my flirting was being put to good use here

You: hardee har

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October 25th

6:45pm

You: I’m supposed to be studying but

You: I can’t stop thinking if halloweeen😝

Dabi: You going trick or treating?

You: i wish

You: unfortunately too old for that now

Dabi: Loser

Dabi: My little brothers 11 so I get to do it with him

Dabi: But I gotta act cool like I don’t wanna do it

You: IM SO JELLY

You: can I borrow ur little brother on the 31st of October plz

Dabi: No weirdo

You: sigh

You: I’m going to a party at least

Dabi: Oh yeah

Dabi: What are u dressing up as

You: me and my friend are going as monster high girls 😁😁😁

You: shes draculaura and I’m clawdeen 😜

Dabi: Sick

Dabi: U have to show me when you do it

You: gosh ur so obsessed with me

You: but okay

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October 28th

7:00pm

You: [image attachment]

You: the fit is ready

Dabi: Why aren’t u wearing it

You: im gonnna do the full reveal ON halloween

Dabi: Sigh fine

You: what are you wearing punk

Dabi: Punk 😭

You: LOL

Dabi: U can’t laugh

You: okay…

Dabi: You know that show curious George

You: HAHAHA

You: R U FONNA BE THE YELLOW HAT MAN

Dabi: You said u wouldn’t laugh 😔

You: NO ITS SO CUTE

Dabi: I got him a little monkey onesie

You: AWWW

You: THATS SO CUTE

October 28th

7:10 pm

You: [screenshot attachment]

You: when he’s a good older brother 😍😍❤️😝

Mina: okay bare minimum 😍😍😍

You: SHUT UP

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October 31st

6:00 pm

Dabi: [image attachment]

Dabi: Ur favourite childhood father figure

You: OMG

You: U GUYS LOOK SO GOOD

You: crazy how ur face is covered🙄

Dabi: You love the thrill of the mystery

Dabi: Let’s see ur costume

You: my party starts at like nine bruh 😭

You: im in bed watching movies

Dabi: Loser

Dabi: Imagine not trick or treating

You: u suck so much

Dabi: Ofc I do 😋

You: VOMIT 🤢

October 31st

6:07pm

You: [image attachment]

You: Mina.

You: look at his ARMS IN THAT SUIT

Mina: it’s bright yellow

You: HES CURIOUS GEORGE MAN

You: his little brothers the monkey

Mina: WAIT WHY IS THAT KINDA CUTE

You: IK

Mina: and he does look sexy in that button up

You: the tattoos🤤

Mina: love a man with a dark past 😍

You: god im so scared to see him

You: the concerts on the 10th

Mina: you’ll be okay babe Dw

October 31st

8:30pm

You: [image attachment]

You: it’s…. A full moon.. I feel myself… changing 🐺

Dabi: Woah

Dabi: You look hot

You: omg

You: thank u

Dabi: You’re pretty too

Dabi: R u wearing that to the concert

You: LOL NO

You: I haven’t decided yet

Dabi: U have to show me

Dabi: So I can find you

You: and how am I gonna find you

Dabi: You’ll find me

November 3rd

7:02pm

Dabi: [audio attachment]

Dabi: Listen please 😄

Dabi: What do you think

You: why r u acc good at this

You: I LOVE

You: yk it kinda sounds like LOV

You: I think you’ll like their music

Dabi: Girl I listen to them

You: GIRL???

You: sassy man apocalypse is alive and well

Dabi: Whos ur favourite band member

You: hmmmm

You: I like the drummer

You: himiko she’s so cute

You: but the bassist 🤤🤤🤤

You: Touya

You: need him in ways I can’t articulate over message 😳

You: uhm where did u go

You: did my thirsting freak u out

Dabi: No ur good

Dabi: I thought you’d like the guitarist

Dabi: Shiggy

Dabi: Every girl is obsessed with him

You: yeah but Touya is all emo kinda

You: I love it

November 8th

9:00pm

You: [image attachment]

You: fit check for the concert😜

Dabi: I love it

Dabi: Very Blue

Dabi: That’s my fav colour

You: that’s why I’m wearing it??

Dabi: Blushing rn 🤭

You: HAHA

November 10th

6:30 pm

You: On my way! now

You: tf

Dabi: Can’t wait to see you!

You: LOL SHUSH

You: im nervous

Dabi: Don’t be

Dabi: Im excited to see you

You: me too 😆

November 10th

6:50pm

Mina: be careful plz

Mina: there’s loads of people around but still

Mina: he could be a freak in disguise

You: I know babe Dw dw

You: I’ll keep u updated

Mina: good

Mina: r u gonna give him a biggggg fat smooch 🤤

You: SHUT UP

November 7th

7:00pm

You: are you here?

Dabi: Yeah

You: omg

You: im scared

Dabi: Lowkey same

Dabi: But im so manly and strong so im actually not scared

You: LOL

Dabi: Okay wait

Dabi: I need to tell you smth

You: is this u telling me the pedo allegations r true….

Dabi: Before we meet u need to know

You: yeah what’s up?

Dabi: Idk how to say this without u thinking I’m lying but

Dabi: I’m Touya

You: uh

You: what 😅

Dabi: I just didn’t wanna tell you because I thought you might like

Dabi: Idk people r so weird about it when they find out

Dabi: And I didn’t want you to just talk to me because of that

Dabi: Especially when I found out u listen to our music

Dabi: I’m sorry I never told u

Dabi: Y/N? You there?

You: yeah I just

You: slightly confused

You: idk how to tell if ur lying or not

Dabi: [image attachment]

Dabi: Theres the face reveal you’ve been after

You: what the sigma

You: okay

You: woah

You: so I’ve actually been dming a celebrity

Dabi: You prefer me or Harry styles

You: you deffo

You: but I think you knew that from my messages from before

Dabi: Yeah i remember

Dabi: Dw you can articulate all the ways you need me after the show

You: haahahahhahaha

You: 😁😁😁 okay

Dabi: I have smth for you though

You: you do?

Dabi: Yeah

Dabi: Go to the back door where that scary security guy is

Dabi: His name is Spinner

Dabi: Tell him Dabi sent you

You: OKAY

You: :((( THIS IS SO CUTE

Dabi: You like them?

You: I can’t believe u got me flowers 😢

You: thank you!!!

Dabi: That’s alright

Dabi: Okay I need to go warm up

Dabi: I’ll be looking for you in the crowd

You: I’ll be staring at you too

Dabi: I said looking

You: same diff

You: wait hold on

Touya: What?

You: nm nm

You: good luck for ur show 😆

Touya: Thanks babe

BONUS

November 7th

5:05pm

Touya: Toga

Touya: Toga

Touya: Toga

Touya: TOGAAAAA

Toga: WTF DO U WANT

Touya: If I was gonna get a girl flowers what should I get her

Toga: GASP GASP

Toga: WHO R U RIZZING UP

Touya: Literally fuck off never say that

Toga: is this that girl you’re always messaging

Toga: and smiling at ur phone 🥺🥺

Touya: Fuck off

Toga: IT ISSSSSS

Toga: IS SHE COMING TONIGHT

Touya: Yes

Toga: AHHSSHAHWHW

Toga: THIS IS SO EXCITING

Touya: I’m so happy ur having so so much fun

Toga: I so ammmmmm

Toga: but why don’t u ask her what she wants

Touya: It’s a surprise idiot

Toga: AWWWWWWWW

Toga: okay well if u wanna be so really romantic u could get her roses

Toga: or maybeee tulips or lillies

Toga: she’ll like whatevs u get her

Touya: Okay

Touya: Thanks

Toga: that’s okay lover boy 😍🥰

Touya: Kys

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THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE OH EM GEE but it lowkey took longer than I thought it would�� but i hope u all enjoyed 😁😁

also y/ns messaging is literally just how I message.. I fear this is the most self indulgent fic I’ve ever written

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Home in unexpected place - LOV x birthday!Reader (fluff)

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NOTE: A very dear friend of mine (@doumadono) is celebrating her birthday tomorrow (May 25th), and after reading so many of her incredible stories, I felt inspired to give something back. She’s brought comfort and joy to so many of us through her fics and emergency requests, so I wanted to do something special to show my appreciation!! I know I’m a little early with the birthday gift, but since I’ll be away from my computer tomorrow, I’m posting it today. The story features a quirkless!Reader who accidentally ends up in the League of Villains, and once Tomura realizes she’s his soft spot, he decides to surprise her with a birthday gift (yes, even our gloomy king has his moments.) So with that said: I want to wish you the happiest of birthdays, filled with joy, warmth, and everything you love most. May all your dreams come true, and may your days ahead be filled with passion, creativity, and endless love 💙

Calendar dates never held any real significance in a society so obsessively fixated on heroes and their accomplishments. 

After your parents were killed in a warehouse shootout — an incident sparked by an inexperienced hero who, rather than apprehending the villain, allowed himself to be threatened, endangering everyone nearby — just another casualties in a city that chewed up the weak and spit out their bones — you slipped through the cracks of the system and disappeared into the kind of existence that asked no questions and offered no candles.

Birthdays were for those who had someone — families, safety nets, love wrapped in frosting and candles.

You had a switchblade, a too-big hoodie, and a scar across your ribs that hurt when it rained. So when the League picked you up — more like found you mid-fight, bleeding but still standing against two quirked villains three times your size — they saw something feral in your eyes and made a different kind of choice.

They chose to keep you.

To offer you shelter — skewed, makeshift, but still a roof to shield you from the world. It wasn’t much, but it was more than nothing.

While you lay resting, your wounds carefully tended by Kurogiri’s quiet efficiency, the remaining members of the League convened in the dim glow of their hideout to deliberate on what, exactly, to do with you.

It was Toga who broke the silence first, her voice lit with curiosity and giddy delight. She had made Skeptic pull surveillance footage, eager to study every detail. “She’s quirkless,” she had gasped, her eyes sparkling with fascination. “But look at her move. That’s better than a Quirk. That’s art. She’s art. I’d love to stab her. Just a little!” Her grin was wicked, dreamy, like she was watching a ballet danced in blood.

Tomura had slouched deeper into his seat, disinterest painted across his scarred face like always — but he didn’t argue this time. In fact, he mulled it over in the way only he did, fingers twitching, lips twitching, mind always working. And in the end, he’d offered a half-shrug and a low mutter, “Another pair of hands won’t hurt. She fights for the right cause.”

And just like that, your fate was sealed — folded quietly into the chaos of their broken little family.

A few months after you joined, Toga discovered your birthday. Of course she did.

“It’s totally today,” she declared to Spinner one morning, licking a streak of strawberry jam off her knife with gleeful nonchalance. “Skeptic owed me a favor, so I told him to dig up everything about her. Officially a spring baby. Isn’t that adorable?”

Spinner glanced up from the game he was half-playing on his handheld console. “We should do something for her,” he suggested, already picturing something small but meaningful.

Toga grinned, all teeth and mischief. “I’m baking cupcakes for Y/N! And you’re helping, whether you want to or not.”

Tomura Shigaraki happened to pass by the common room just as they were discussing cupcake ideas for your birthday. He paused — barely a second too long. It wasn’t like him to care about birthdays. The very idea seemed trivial, even irritating. Another year closer to entropy, to dust. 

But you were different. You weren’t like the rest. You were always gentle with them — even with him. Even when he was unkind, withdrawn, clawing at the raw edges of himself in the middle of sleepless nights, you stayed. You never pushed, just offered your quiet comfort. Your presence. Your warmth. The kind he didn’t think he deserved, and certainly never asked for, yet somehow found himself seeking more often than not.

He remembered all those late nights — when he’d spoken aloud thoughts he never meant to, when he forgot how to feel like a person, and you’d simply been there, grounding him.

You never expected anything in return. That made it worse. Or better. He wasn’t sure.

So maybe it was only fair. Fair to offer a gesture, however small, in the name of the day you’d been born into this mess of a world. He didn’t think you were the type to care about celebrations either — but that wasn’t the point. The point was you.

And Tomura Shigaraki wanted to see you smile.

"You? Shopping?" Dabi drawled when he overheard Tomura talking to Spinner about heading to the mall, adjusting his face mask and tugging his dark-indigo hoodie into place. "There’s no way I’m missing this. Watching you wrestle with capitalism sounds like the best entertainment I’ll get all week. I’m coming with ya."

That was how Tomura ended up in a shopping mall. A bright, clean, noisy mall. The kind of place with polished floors and food courts and bored teenagers.

And he was with Dabi, who had insisted on tagging along the second he heard the word mall. He’d probably run out of cigarettes again and figured it was safer to get them himself rather than ask Tomura to do it for him. Shigaraki always picked the wrong brand — some slim, dainty sticks that looked like they belonged in a perfume ad rather than between Dabi’s scarred fingers. And of course, every time, Dabi would give him that withering look, light up anyway, and complain loudly about how it was actually impressive for a man to consistently choose “cigarettes made for women with tiny hands and broken dreams.” 

Tomura stared at a storefront glittering with overpriced items and LED signs. "This is stupid," he said under his breath.

"Yeah, but you’re already committed," Dabi shrugged, sipping something out of a bubble tea cup he definitely didn’t pay for.

They stepped into a shop that smelled like sugar, synthetic peaches, and overwhelming pinkness. Every surface was either glittering, pastel, or plush — usually all three. 

Tomura looked like he’d been sentenced to the ninth circle of hell and had taken a wrong turn straight into a teenage girl’s dreamland. "Why are all the bears smiling like they know something?" he asked, eyes narrowing at a display of aggressively adorable plushies.

"Because they’re judging you, handyman," Dabi replied dryly.

"I should decay the whole shelf."

"And I should get a lobotomy, but here we are," Dabi muttered, trailing after him.

Tomura’s hand hovered over a round, pastel cat pillow, complete with a pink bow and an expression of insipid contentment. He picked it up gingerly, holding it like it might explode. "Would she like this?"

Dabi leaned against a shelf of glittery pens. "She is quirkless, fights grown men and still nearly wins. But yeah, give her the meow-meow. Real intimidating."

Tomura growled and decided to take the pillow nevertheless.

Two stores later, Dabi had slipped a couple of snack packs into his hoodie for Toga — because if he didn’t, she’d pester him for the rest of the week, wailing dramatically about how he never thinks of her needs. 

Tomura, on the other hand, was clearly spiraling. “Y/N doesn’t like useless crap,” he muttered, clutching the strap of his own worn bag. “It has to mean something.”

“Then why are we in a store that sells erasers shaped like sushi?” Dabi asked, voice deadpan.

“You’re not helping.”

“I’m the only reason you haven’t imploded from social contact yet, dumbass.”

They passed a leather goods shop. Dark displays gleamed under golden lighting — tough, practical, functional. 

Dabi stopped and nudged Tomura with his elbow. “She likes useful stuff, as you said.”

Tomura’s eyes landed on a small leather backpack in the window. It was compact, dark brown, rugged. It didn’t scream delicate or feminine — no frills, just clean stitching and durability. It reminded him, painfully, of the last time he saw your old backpack ripped apart mid-mission by a hero’s blast, your face blank but eyes dark with unspoken disappointment.

“…Not terrible,” Shigaraki stated softly, scratching his arm.

“High praise,” Dabi drawled. “Want me to distract the clerk?”

“No. We’re paying for this.”

Dabi actually choked on his own spit. “We’re what?”

Twenty minutes later, the backpack was neatly wrapped in tissue and bagged. Tomura held it like it might catch fire. “I hope the gifts will make Y/N smile,” he muttered.

“Oh my god, you care,” Dabi sang behind a snort.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“You want her to smile. You fucking soft, decaying bastard.”

Tomura adjusted the bag’s strap over his shoulder. “Stop bragging and move.”

They were halfway across the food court when Dabi stopped dead, lifting index finger to point toward a glowing novelty photo booth, obnoxiously pink and buzzing like a trap.

“No.”

“Come on. Imagine her face when she sees your mug in sticker form. We’ll slap it on her notebook. So sentimental.”

“You’re deranged.”

“You fucking love it.”

Tomura didn’t answer — but he didn’t walk away either.

The photo strip was a four-frame descent into absolute anarchy.

First frame: Dabi, grinning like a delinquent cartoon character, struck finger guns at the lens. Tomura, beside him, wore the expression of a man moments from unleashing death upon the mall.

Second: Dabi licking Tomura’s cheek. Tomura mid-snap, clearly a second away from disintegrating the entire booth and Dabi with it.

Third: Both flipping off the camera.

Fourth: Blurry. Possibly due to an accidental fit of rage.

Dabi also managed to wrangle one semi-normal photo out of Tomura — just one, printed on glossy sticker paper. 

Tomura hadn’t been thrilled by the idea (in fact, his death glare could’ve curdled milk), but by then, his patience had already been whittled down to dust. Arguing with Dabi felt like trying to set fire to water: exhausting, infuriating, and ultimately useless. So he sat there, jaw clenched and eyes tired, letting the shutter flash without protest.

Dabi, of course, grinned like he’d just won the war. He examined the strip, smug smirk plastered on his scarred face. He also checked Tomura’s pic, nodding. Without ceremony, he tucked them into the shopping bag with the leather backpack and cat pillow. “Perfect,” he declared, like he’d just found a masterpiece.

You were in the common room, hood over your head, picking broken strings off a guitar you found in a dumpster last month.

You didn’t hear them come in. Not until Tomura cleared his throat like he was allergic to the very idea of saying something nice.

You looked up from the couch, only half-alert, already suspicious. He was standing there, hood down, holding a paper bag like it might explode. Dabi leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, grinning like a bastard who knew exactly what was coming.

Your eyes narrowed. “Did you rob someone?”

“No.” Tomura’s voice was flat. Immediate. Defensive. Dabi snorted. “Not this time.”

Tomura extended the bag toward you without ceremony. You didn’t move. “What is that?”

“It’s nothing.” “Sure doesn’t look like nothing.” He rolled his eyes. “It’s your birthday, dumbass. Take it.”

Your brain stalled. The words hit harder than they should’ve. You blinked at him like he’d just spoken a foreign language. Birthday? You hadn’t heard that word directed at you in, well, long enough. You put the guitar aside and got up. Upon walking to Shigaraki, you reached for the bag slowly, like it might vanish.

Inside, there was a leather backpack, sturdy and scuffed like it could survive the apocalypse. Your fingers brushed across it, and the material creaked beneath your touch. Nestled beside it was a plush cat pillow — ridiculously soft, very girlish, ears flopped to one side like it had just woken up from a nap. And then something slipped out when you pulled the backpack out of the shopping bag: a small photo strip, creased at the edges, and a loose snapshot.

You picked it up, stared, and then snorted loudly. Then you laughed — an honest, bright sound that surprised even you. It bubbled out, cracked your ribs open a little.

“Is this—” you wheezed, “why is Dabi licking you?”

“Impulse,” Dabi explained matter-of-factly, way too proud. “Probably the grossest thing I’ve ever done. And that’s saying something.” Tomura’s face was turning red. Real red.

You looked up at them, something tight in your chest loosening without permission. “…Thanks,” you whispered quietly.

Tomura shoved his hands into his pockets and looked away. “Don’t make it a thing.” But you saw the twitch at the corner of his mouth. The tiniest hint of a smile. Was this bastard actually proud of himself for making you smile, even if just for a heartbeat?

Dabi clicked his tongue. “"Alright, alright," the dark-haired muttered, backing toward the door. "I’ll leave you two alone so you can talk or whatever.”

Before either of you could reply, Toga burst in like a sugar-powered tornado. “Treats?!” she chirped, beaming as she skipped over and grabbed a fistful of Dabi’s hoodie, tugging on it like a child with a vending machine.

Dabi didn’t even blink. “Yeah, yeah, shut the hell up, you rabid gremlin,” he grumbled, digging into the oversized pockets of his hoodie. With a rustle of plastic, he pulled out a handful of snack packs and tossed them into her waiting hands. “Got your junk food, didn’t I?”

Toga’s eyes lit up as she clutched the treasure to her chest like sacred relics. “You’re the best best best friend ever, Dabs!” she squealed, spinning once in place. “Oh! The cupcakes are in the oven — almost ready — and then we’re gonna have a real birthday party for Y/N! Mr. Compress even brought champagne!”

She winked like this was the pinnacle of villain luxury.

Dabi just sighed and lit a cigarette with his index finger with the look of a man who already regretted all his life choices.

Tomura lingered near the couch after you went back to take a seat on your previous spot. His hands were still buried in the depths of his hoodie, shoulders slightly hunched, like he was holding in too many things at once and didn’t know which ones might slip out if he moved too fast.

You turned your eyes to him, expecting him to mumble something vaguely sarcastic and disappear. Instead, he cleared his throat. It sounded less like a habitual tic this time and more like he was preparing for something. 

He scratched lightly at the side of his neck, fingers twitching as if they were debating destruction, then stopped. He didn’t meet your gaze right away. But his voice, when it came, was low and raspy, almost too soft to belong to a man who could erase entire buildings without blinking.

“...So yeah, once again, happy birthday,” he said.

You smiled softly at him, nodding your head in acceptance. 

He drew a breath, deep and uncomfortable. “I know I don’t say stuff too often...” A pause, long enough for your heart to trip in your chest. “But I mean it.”

Your lips parted, stunned into stillness.

He looked down, then quickly back up at you like he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to say the rest if he lost your attention. “I’m glad you're here.” His voice dropped even lower, rough around the edges, quieter still. “You put up with a lot of shit. You could’ve walked, yet you didn’t.”

You swallowed, the heat behind your eyes building unexpectedly.

Tomura shifted his weight, fidgeted. "You’ve been… kind. To me. And I don’t— I don’t get a lot of that. Not really. But you—” His throat bobbed in a swallow. “You’ve shown me warmth. A lot more than I deserve.”

His fingers curled into fists in the pocket of his hoodie, knuckles pressing against the fabric.

Your heart twisted. You knew what this cost him. To say anything at all. Let alone this.

He looked away again, face stubbornly red now. “Don’t make it weird,” he muttered, too late. “Just know I notice. And I’m not… I’m not ungrateful.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment. You couldn’t. Your mouth was full of emotion, unspoken and thick with the weight of everything you’d carried together.

But you got up and stepped forward, closing the distance between the two of you. And you touched his sleeve. Light and careful touch like reaching out to a star you weren’t sure would burn or bless you.

“I notice too,” you whispered. “More than you know, Shigaraki.”

He didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. But his hand, the one closest to yours, shifted, not in hesitation, but in a deliberate choice. He took your hand in his. Carefully. His fingers curled around yours, slow and cautious, as if you were something delicate — something he didn’t want to break. His pinky hovered just slightly above your skin, raised intentionally, a quiet precaution so he wouldn’t brush you with the part of himself that could destroy everything.

That alone made your chest tighten.

You smiled — soft, honest smile — and rubbed your thumb gently over the top of his palm. The skin there was rough, dry, but warm beneath your touch. “Thank you for the gifts,” you gave a nod, your voice low, as if you were afraid speaking too loud would shatter the moment. “These are beautiful. Especially the pictures. I’m going to put them in that scrapbook album I’ve been working on…”

His crimson eyes flicked toward you.  

You stepped a little closer, still holding his hand. “And thank you for reminding me that birthdays can actually be really nice.”

Then, without thinking — or maybe because you’d thought about it too much and couldn’t bear to let it pass — you rose on your toes and pressed a light kiss to his cheek.

Tomura froze. He blinked, mouth parting slightly like he’d just seen lightning strike an inch from his face and wasn’t entirely sure if he’d survived or imagined it.

You might’ve teased him, but the moment was too real for that. 

And then—

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

“Woooo!” Toga’s delighted squeal rang out like a firecracker, hands clapping with a grin stretched ear to ear. “Finally! Took you two long enough! You look cute together! Ayyye!”

You startled, and Tomura snapped his head toward the doorway just in time to see Spinner leaning into the room, fingers stuffed between his teeth as he gave a loud, impressed whistle.

Behind him, Dabi stood with his arms crossed and a grin on his face so wide it looked carved into his skull. “Didn’t think you had it in you, Scratchy,” he drawled, eyes gleaming with the kind of teasing that promised years of fuel. “That was almost romantic. A shame she had to be the one to take a breaking step though, handyman.”

Tomura’s eye twitched.

For a second, you thought he’d combust.

Instead, he turned back to the door, shoulders rising slightly, like a threat. His voice came out low and cool, “Get out.”

Spinner’s grin faltered. “Okay, okay. Damn.”

Toga giggled, twirling away from the door. “But we’re starting the party soon!”

“Out.”

With a collective groan and a shuffle of mischievous retreat, your very own band of misfits vanished again into the hallway.

The room fell quiet once more.

Tomura exhaled and looked down at your joined hands. He didn’t let go. Not yet. “…You really liked the gifts?” he asked, voice a whisper. 

You smiled. “I love them.”

And when he looked at you this time, it wasn’t with fear or doubt or any of that old, haunted tension. A serene gaze, the kind worn by someone who takes quiet pride in their actions.

The warm scent of freshly baked cupcakes slowly drifted through the air, weaving its gentle magic around a family forged in the fires of fight and misunderstanding. They gathered — scarred, battered — around the fractured remnants of a shattered world, united in their celebration of one singular, mere soul: you.

For the first time in what felt like forever, something inside you softened. Not faith in the world itself — that had long been broken — but in them, in this ragtag group of individuals who had somehow become your family.

And in the gift they offered you today. A gift far greater than anything wrapped in paper or tied with ribbon.

A home, found in the most unexpected of places.

divider by @doumadono

[bennysblabbering]

MHA villains being confessed to by a drunk non-binary reader

ft. Shigaraki, Dabi, Toga, Compress, Twice, Magne, Geten

(Reader is sober in Toga's.)

[silenceofserenity]

BNHA GIRLS as book tropes - PART 2

Pairing (s): bnha girls x gn! reader

↳ Includes: Hatsume, Neijire, Toga, Mirko & Midnight

Part 1 includes: Uraraka, Ashido, Yaoyorozu, Tsuyu & Jiro HERE

MEI HATSUME

↳ QUIRKY X SARCASTIC

you and mei have been close since your first day at u.a

she's always been quirky and a bit of a genius when it came to architecture

however, her dedication to her work can sometimes make her forget basic things such as eating and sleeping

so you decide to make her favourite and ensure she actually eats it

when you walk into the workshop, she's hunched over her desk until she hears you walk in

"y/n! i didn't see you there!"

her face clearly lacks colour apart from the dark bags under her eyes, "i can tell. you look like a zombie, mei."

"i'm fine, the hunger actually makes me focus more"

placing the food on the chair beside her, you take the tool out of her hand

"yeah, focusing on passing out maybe? i bought you food, eat"

she puts her hands on her hips and looks you up and down before giggling, "you sound like my mum"

"well, someone has to"

mei finds it adorable how you look after her, even if you'll never admit it

"fine. you win!" she says with a small smile, opening the lunchbox you bought

"not about winning. just keeping you alive, thank me later."

NEJIRE HADO

↳ COLLEGE ROMANCE

you and nejire have had every class together since starting at u.a

she's a very outgoing and bubbly girl whos always able to find ways to include you in conversations and bring you out of your shell

currently, you're buried in your notebook when you feel a familiar hand on your shoulder

"studying hard, y/n?"

she leans in closer, looking at your notes as you nod

"you've been studying for hours, you need a break!"

you both have an important test coming up and the fact nejire is so calm honestly concerns you

"i just need to finish this quickly"

nejire hums behind you as her hands slowly find their way around your head, closing your book

"you're the smartest person i know, y/n. you need a break"

"but-"

"no buts! we can go on a walk and get some fresh air. pleaseee?"

you turn your head to see her pouting slightly, causing you to sigh

"fine, but only because you asked"

her arms go up in the air as a little celebration before they come back down to hug you tightly, "i knew you'd cave!"

the two of you walk out of the library together, talking and giggling away

"see? it's so much more fun when you're not stressed"

HIMIKO TOGA

↳ YANDERE / STALKER

the past few weeks have been uneasy

everywhere you go it feels like someone's behind you, watching your every move

you get out your keys to open your door when you realise it's already been unlocked..

as you walk into the apartment feeling a little anxious, you notice your apartment is trashed - furniture ripped, papers scattered and the balcony door is open.

you freeze in place, the light sounds of footsteps bringing you out of your trance

"awh, well aren't you just precious!"

standing casually in front of you, knife twirling between her fingers was the infamous villain you had bumped into during a fight exactly one month ago

you take a cautious step back, "it's you.. you tried to kill me"

"whoops... that was an accident! you got away though, lucky you."

you had so many thoughts rushing through your head, trying to come up with some kind of an explanation

"i've been watching you," she takes a step closer to you, "you're just so... interesting and alive"

before you could react, she started tracing her knife lightly down your spine

"what do you want from me, toga?"

she laughed softly, breath against your ear, "i want to have fun... i want you."

your whole body tensed at that, speechless

"let's play, okay? i promise you'll love it"

MIRKO

↳ ENEMIES TO LOVERS

you and mirko have been rivals for years, constantly trying to one-up each other

you're both part of the same agency, but it's clear to everyone that there is some sort of tension between you two

the agency assigns you to an undercover mission... however to make matters worse, you got paired up with her

"try to keep up, yeah?"

"please, i've been carrying you since we met"

the whole mission is just a mix of banter, insults and competition... until it takes a turn

a gunfire rains down, causing you and mirko to dive for cover behind a broken down wall

"damn it, we have to move. now!"

she turns her head to look behind the wall, "yeah? well, i've been doing this longer than you so stop acting like you know everything"

her damn stubbornness infuriates you, "oh really? because from where i'm standing, it looks like i just saved your ass"

you try to stand up to run into battle when you feel her hand grab your wrist

"don't you dare. i'm not letting you get killed so stupidly"

the sincerity in her voice catches you off guard... did she really mean that?

"since when did you care? or will you miss me too much?"

she scoffs, but there's a glint in her eyes - something softer than usual, "yeah... something like that"

you didn't quite catch what she said, "what was that?"

"nothing. just shut up and follow my lead."

MIDNIGHT

↳ FORBIDDEN / AGE GAP

YOU ARE AN ADULT NOT A MINOR BUT THERE IS STILL A LARGE AGE GAP!!

you weren't supposed to be here. not with her, and certainly not like this

the classroom is empty as she leans against her desk, arms crossed, "you keep looking at me like that, sweetheart, people are going to talk"

you don't know why you like her like this... i mean she's years older than you and a pro-hero

"maybe i don't care what people say", but the way you mutter it under your breath says otherwise

"brave", her head tilts, "you don't know what you're playing with, do you?"

she pushes off her desk, walking closer to you, "this isn't some innocent crush, y/n"

"then what is it?"

midnight hums, considering her answer

"a bad idea." she looks up, "a thrilling one, but bad nonetheless"

you know you should step back and walk out of this room but your feet stay stuck

"but you're not telling me to leave"

her lips curl up into a smirk, "not yet, no"

"then tell me to go"

her face is now inches from yours, looking deep into your eyes

"i should... but i can't."

[lattes-frappe]

Until I can finish my other digital sketches…BASK! In my art from 6th grade people! I still think it looks good♥️🥰

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[rebelssvy]

rebound ✧.*

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bakugo x reader, ochako x reader, bkdk

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(looks confusing but just give it a read it’s not that bad!!)

summary: no spoilers, you and ochako have a little highschool sweetheart thing, then she goes and gets with izuku. bakugo comes to comfort and get comforted (basically your rebound).

LABELS: a little sad. suggestive. nothing more then kissing!!!

it was shocking. the day you watched ochako walk way from you and get with izuku.

the nights you had spent with her in highschool, sneaking out of your dorms, running around in the rain. it was moments that you will never get back. moments that you cherished.

it was obvious to everyone that you liked her. not just as a friend. you really liked her. the way your personality and body language would change when she was near. everyone in your class was well aware of it.

after highschool the two of your fooled around, eventually getting drunk one night and doing things you kept to yourself. unsure if it was just the alcohol that made her act the way she did.

but tonight you got your answer.

the class decided on going to a bar for a ‘catch up’. something you only really went too because of her. but it was all pointless in the end…

watching midoriya strut over to her, the blush on both of their faces gave you the signal you needed. pushing the frown off your face. you were about to make your exit when a had touched your back.

you turned in your stool expecting to see mina, but to your surprise it was katsuki bakugou.

“you wanna get out of here?” he asked you loudly, making it a point that others heard.

you tried reading him, but his emotions were controlled. deep down he was hiding somthing as well.

you sat for a second, deciding what the mature version of you would do. but then you realized that there was no reason to be mature about anything any more. you could have fun too, you deserved it.

pushing your hurt to the bottom of your heart, you nodded to him. grabbing at his bicep to pull yourself off the chair.

“i would love too!!” saying it with a smile. you wrapped your arm around his, just for a second before he took a grip on your waist.

the two of you walked out, followed by stares and open mouths. mumers of “that’s unexpected.” bakugo made it a point to walk close to the other couple. scoffing at izuku before leaving.

as soon as the eyes weren’t on you anymore, you dropped your head. trying not to cry you pulled yourself together quickly. you were hurting.

it wasn’t until you got in his car that you realized that he was affected too.

“i’m sorry.” he said as his head fell against his head rest. he looked in pain, with closed eyes and a hard grip on the steering wheel.

“why?” you asked confused.

“i told izuku to go over there. i forgot you and pink cheeks had a thing going on. and idk-i guess… i just wanted him to be happy..?” he admitted. anger grew inside of you. slowly coming to a boil.

you kept quiet. your emotions were to much. this was all too much.

“then why did you come save me?” you asked him. resentment growing more.

he shrugged, before saying “i’m just confused… and when i saw you looking upset i just- i just felt bad.” his tone grew louder with the more mad he was. his old self returning for a second before he realized he was screaming at you.

he took a second to collect himself. frown coming onto his face.

“i liked him too.. you know?” he admitted.

you were shocked from his words. you noticed his actions towards izuku sometimes as well. but you always thought it was a hunch.

“then why did you tell him to go over there!?” you asked growing more upset. he didn’t seem to understand that him doing that effected both of you.

sadness overcame his angry features, “i knew i was never going to be what he wanted.” he said.

you knew exactly what he was feeling. because you were feeling it now as well. your heart shattered for him.

you looked at him in a way you had never before. realizing katsuki was human, and just like you, he liked someone he couldn’t have.

he looked back at you with hurt eyes, you didn’t realize how close you had gotten to him. it was weird, knowing that he wasn’t what you wanted. but, to be comforted by someone, was all you two ever wanted.

you sat in silence. windows becoming foggy from your body heat. you remember every detail about him in this moment. you wished he was ochaco.

the gap between you closed, his fingers tilted you head up to him. he studied you, you studied him. your sad eyes crushed him.

his hand found your cheek. time felt like it was moving slow. him pulling you in, lips connecting. you didn’t shy away from it.

maybe it was the sorrow you felt, or the love you craved.

you kissed katsuki.

your pace quickened with every second. growing needy.

you moaned into his mouth. his tongue slipping into yours with quick pace. your mouths worked in harmony.

your hands found the hem of his hoodie. pulling at it, so he would come closer. and he did.

his hands found your body, grabbing at your sides. pulling at you so you could feel him.

you mumbled into his mouth,

“we shouldn’t be doing this…” but you made no action to stop what was happening.

he answered you with a groan and a nip to your upper lip.

when the two of you pulled apart you realized what was happening.

the hurt is turning into lust.

you wished to your core that it was ochako here and not him.

katsuki realized that you would never be izuku. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:

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this came from a ask in my inbox!!! i absolutely loved the idea! thanks for asking (it was anonymous so i hope u see this.)

feel free to ask away!! i’ll write just about anything…

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[frickingnerd]

himiko with a s/o who likes her smile

pairing: himiko toga x gn!reader

tags: himiko/her smile being called 'creepy' and 'disturbing' (NOT by reader), hurt/comfort, mostly wholesome & romantic fluff

"wow, your smile…"

those had been the first words himiko had ever heard from you

and when she did, she expected you to add something along the lines of "it's so creepy" or "it's disturbing"

but that wasn't the case

himiko had been so used to people finding her smile creepy, but you were different

"…it's so pretty!"

himiko's eyes lit up as she heard those words and it seemed like her smile got even wider

you were the first person who genuinely complimented her smile

while her friends from the league of villains never called her smile creepy, they never complimented it or commented on it either

but you had! you were special to himiko! 

it didn't take long for you and himiko to get together after that – you had already shown interest in her and himiko fell in love with you at first sight

around you, she was smiling even more than usual and her smile always managed to put a smile on your lips as well

whenever anyone made a mean comment about himiko's smile, you were always quick to defend her

himiko always felt comfortable around you, knowing she wouldn't have to hide her smile

she was happy to have found someone who was so accepting of her and who loved the parts of her that nobody else did…

[willows-writings]

heya!! Hope you're doing alright!! was wondering since your requests are open and I saw you wrote for the LOV from MHA if you would write some headcanons for Himiko Toga x GN reader?

specifically where reader is patching Himiko up after she got into a nasty fight with some heros and or the vise versa? ^^’ please and thank you. And and fluff would be preferred

No pressure to write for this at all but regardless, I hope you have an amazing day/night ^^

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a/n: you're so sweet and I love this rq and I love Toga so this is perfect! I'm going to make reader a member of the LOV for this but feel free to ignore that if you wish!

cw: blood and injuries (nothing major!)

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The entire League have just gotten back to the base after a nasty run in with some Pro-heros.

The funny part was you weren't even looking for trouble this time, after receiving too many complaints from the rest of the group Mr Compress had insisted the whole league must come grocery shopping with him next time to ensure everything was bought.

Of course this happened to be the same grocery store Snipe shopped at and once he saw through your groups flimsy disguises he called for backup

After a quick fight where the league mainly focused on getting the hell out of there you all collapsed back at the base

Quickly growing tired of Shigaraki's angry ranting you dragged Toga into your shared room for some peace

Toga was still on a high from the fight and as you sat on the bed listening to her ranting you noticed a stain on the side of her sweater

"Himiko wait" you stood up a grabbed her arm "This is blood"

She pauses "Ooooo it is! How pretty!!"

"It is someone elses or yours?"

"Hmmm lets see" she pulls up the edge of her sweater to reveal a shallow gun shot wound, but it still bled heavily

You gasp, you had expected something but it was a bit worse than expected

"This must be from Snipe. The bullet didn't hit you but it definitely grazed you badly, come on I'll help treat this in the bathroom."

"y/nnnnn can't we just let it go? The color is so pretty..."

Once you have her in the bathroom sitting without her sweater you clean the blood away carefully with a first aid kit

Toga hums and continues to talk about the fight happily till you touch the wound with disinfectant

She lets out a hiss as the disinfectant touchs the injury "This is the not fun part of getting hurt"

"Yes but the most necessary" you reply as you finish cleaning and bandaging her cut

Taking a step back to make sure you bandaged it right you notice other small cuts and forming bruises across her body.

"I have to clean all of these too Himiko" you sigh as you move the disinfectant towards her

"How come cuts that bleed less hurt more" she pouts as you clean

After cleaning the cuts on her body you move to tend to the ones on her face but she squirms and complains

"Himiko please just hold still for two minutes, I know it hurts I swear I'll make it up to you."

Like it's the magic words she stops moving but you still gently take her face in one hand so you can direct her

Once done you pat her cheek "All done!" you turn to put away the medical supplies

"Waittt you said you'd make it up to me!" she drapes herself over your shoulders as you put away the first aid kit

"Suppose I did" you say as you turn and plant a kiss on the scrape on her cheek

"Come one you can't just kiss one and call it quits. To properly make up for the tedious suffering you put me through you must give a kiss to all my new accessories!"

"Brush your teeth first, then we'll talk"

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I'm so sorry this turned into a long drabble instead, but please let me know if you liked it!! Also I totally projected my hate of disinfecting cuts onto this sorry.

[kenzdolls]

𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐨 𝐱 𝐠𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

MEETING HIMIKO TOGA:

you first met himiko toga during a mission for the league of villains. her enthusiastic demeanor stood out amidst the chaos, making her a memorable first impression.

when you joined the league, she was immediately drawn to your confidence and charisma, often stealing glances at you during meetings.

toga greeted you with an excited smile, almost bouncing on her heels as she introduced herself, her eyes sparkling with mischief and curiosity.

during missions, she kept close to you, often suggesting that you work together to “make things more fun.”

the first time you saw her use her quirk, transforming into someone else by drinking their blood, you were both fascinated and slightly unsettled—but toga just giggled, thrilled to show off her abilities to someone she admired.

toga loves the thrill of villainy, and she sees you as the perfect partner in crime. she often talks about her dreams of “making the world more fun” with you by her side.

HIMIKO CRUSHING ON YOU:

toga becomes super giddy when she develops a crush on you, her laughter ringing louder and more frequently when you're around.

she often tries to impress you, sometimes going overboard with her antics, like playfully teasing other league members just to see you smile.

when you catch her staring, she’ll quickly look away with a flushed face, biting her lip to suppress a squeal of delight.

toga might leave little “gifts” for you—a small vial of her blood (harmless, of course) or a playful note scribbled on a mission report—just to catch your attention.

she’s always finding ways to spend time with you, dragging you into her mischief or asking if you want to train together, making it feel more like play than work.

if someone else shows interest in you, toga’s jealousy flares up; she can’t help but confront them with a cheerful yet slightly menacing demeanor, making it clear that you’re her crush.

she’ll often make playful comments about how much fun it would be to share a “blood party” with you, hinting at her desire to bond in her unique way.

DATING HIMIKO TOGA:

once you start dating, toga’s bubbly personality shines even brighter; she’s always in a good mood and loves showing you off to her friends in the league.

she enjoys surprising you with spontaneous outings, whether it’s a chaotic mission or a cozy day just hanging out together, full of laughter and mischief.

toga loves to cook for you, often experimenting with odd recipes she finds online, leading to either delicious treats or strange concoctions that make you laugh.

her affection is often expressed through playful violence—she might pin you down for a quick peck or a teasing bite, which is both endearing and slightly terrifying.

you become her safe space; when she feels overwhelmed or anxious, she seeks you out for comfort, burying her head in your shoulder or seeking your embrace.

toga loves to share her “blood party” stories with you, making it sound like the most exciting adventure ever, and she might even try to include you in her quirky rituals.

she often says that you “make her feel alive,” emphasizing how much your presence energizes her and fuels her desire to embrace her quirks.

when you’re together, her playful and slightly chaotic side comes out even more, with spontaneous adventures and light-hearted banter becoming a daily occurrence.

toga loves to express her love through little gestures—she might doodle cute and slightly creepy drawings of you together and leave them for you to find.

on days when she’s feeling particularly affectionate, she might break out into song about how much she adores you, her bubbly voice echoing through the hideout.

© 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 —

[doumadono]

A toast to the past - Dabi x Reader

Warnings: a lot of sadness, grieving

Synopsis: some bonds and moments never truly die, no matter how much time passes. This is what you've learned not only from the League of Villains, but mostly from Dabi himself

A/N: as we say goodbye to 2024, I want to take a moment to wish you all a very Happy New Year, filled with good health and an abundance of positive energy. A huge thank you to everyone who has taken the time to visit my blog, read my stories, or offer the support - your kindness means the world to me. I’m looking forward to welcoming the new year and sharing even more with all of you. Here's to more adventures together in 2025!

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

The icy wind gnawed at the edges of the dilapidated bar, rattling loose boards and curling under the gap at the door. The League of Villains’ ramshackle hideout wasn’t exactly the place one might expect to find themselves celebrating. It wasn’t often the League found a reason to celebrate, but tonight was an exception. New Year’s Eve was as good a reason as any to drag out the stolen liquor, laugh a little too loudly, and forget - if only for a few hours - about the vain world of heroes that loomed outside.

Yet, the hideout was alive with chaos. 

Spinner had begrudgingly joined Twice and Toga in their frantic attempts to decorate, though the results were predictably awful - streamers dangled half-heartedly from the ceiling, and a mismatched assortment of paper lanterns cast flickering light across the room.

Mr. Compress sipped his drink, attempting to draw Giran into the conversation.

Shigaraki, for once, seemed to tolerate the festive atmosphere, though he sat hunched in his chair, lazily swirling a glass of a cheap champagne, scratching idly at his neck and glaring at anyone who came too close, his Switch laying on his lap.

Kurogiri had been busy behind the scenes, thoughtfully preparing colorful drinks for everyone. He made sure to mix several non-alcoholic ones, particularly for Toga, knowing she would enjoy them without the risk of getting drunk.  He'd always kept an eye on her, knowing well that she could easily lose control if left unchecked, just like Tomura. At the same time, he carefully prepared extra shots for Shigaraki, who had openly mentioned earlier that he wanted to get wasted to dull the unbearable itching sensation crawling beneath his skin. Kurogiri had always been attentive, and tonight, he was doing what he could to ease the discomfort of his comrades, in his own quiet, efficient way.

And then there was Dabi.

The black-haired man, as usual, lingered on the outskirts of the noise, a silent observer. He stood by the window, cigarette in hand, eyes half-lidded as the faint orange glow reflected off the sharp planes of his face. The scarred corners of his lips twitched occasionally as he watched the others, though whether in amusement or annoyance, it was hard to tell.

It was a strange thing, this party. A group like yours wasn’t exactly built for celebrations. You were all too fractured, too worn by the world to embrace something as frivolous as joy. And yet, here you all were, crammed into this shabby room with mismatched streamers hanging crookedly from the ceiling.

"Five minutes to midnight!" Toga announced, clapping her hands together with a giddy grin. She darted to Twice, who was balancing a precarious tower of plastic cups, and immediately knocked it over in her excitement.

"You little menace!" Twice cried, his tone swinging wildly between indignant and adoring.

It was impossible not to laugh. Even Shigaraki's lips twitched in the ghost of a smirk before he buried his face back in his hands.

You glanced at Dabi, who hadn't moved from his spot by the window. Smoke curled lazily around his head, his expression unreadable. Something about his stillness drew you in like gravity, and before you realized it, you were walking toward him.

"You're missing the party," you teased, stopping just short of leaning against the same wall.

He exhaled slowly, his gaze flicking to you. "Looks like I'm not the only one."

"Fair," you admitted with a small smile. “But you’re really going to sulk through New Year’s?” You leaned your hip against the wall, tilting your head as you studied him.

“Sulking implies I care,” Dabi shot back, but the retort lacked its usual venom.

The countdown began, Toga’s voice leading the charge. “Ten! Nine!”

As the countdown began, the League’s mismatched voices filled the air, a cacophony of excitement and half-hearted participation.

Dabi didn’t move. He didn’t turn to the others, didn’t even glance at the clock. His gaze remained on you, sharp and heavy.

“Eight! Seven!”

“You’re staring,” you said softly, though your tone lacked any real accusation.

His lips twitched into something that might have been a smirk. “So are you.”

“Six! Five!”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat as he took a step closer. He stopped just a breath away, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him despite the chill that crept through the cracks in the walls. His hand came up to cup your cheek, rough fingers brushing against your skin with a surprising gentleness that made your breath hitch.

“Four! Three!”

The noise around you faded into nothing, the room dissolving into a blur as his thumb traced along your lower lip.

“Two! One! Happy New Year!”

The room erupted into cheers, Toga’s high-pitched squeal cutting through the din as the others toasted and clapped, but none of it reached you. 

Dabi leaned in, his lips crashed against yours. It wasn’t soft or tentative - he wasn’t the kind of man for that. Dabi’s lips were firm, his touch possessive, the kiss rough and consuming. The heat of him, the faint taste of smoke on his lips, made your knees weak, and you clung to him as though letting go wasn’t an option.

The world seemed to pause, time itself holding its breath as the moment stretched. 

Dabi pulled back, his forehead resting against yours for a moment. His breath ghosted over your lips as he muttered, “Happy New Year, doll.”

Before you could respond, Toga’s delighted giggles shattered the moment. “Dabi kissed Y/N! I knew he would!” she crowed, clapping her hands in glee.

Twice let out a loud, exaggerated whistle. “Didn’t see that coming. Well, maybe I did. No, I definitely didn’t!”

Even Shigaraki seemed momentarily stunned, though he quickly muttered something about idiots and looked away.

Spinner groaned, muttering something about how he couldn’t believe he was spending his New Year with these people.

Compress raised a toast to the unexpected romance, and Twice fumbled with the camera app on his phone to snap a blurry picture. 

But none of it mattered. 

All that existed in that moment was the way Dabi looked at you as though the world had narrowed to just the two of you.

“Alright, show’s over,” the black-haired man groaned, shooting a pointed glare at Toga before grabbing your wrist and tugging you toward the door, leading you straight to his bedroom.

The night passed in a blur of heated whispers and shared warmth, his body a steady presence against yours as you made love for hours. The two of you stayed wrapped around each other long after the world outside went quiet. Dabi’s arm draped over your waist, his breath steady and warm against your shoulder. Neither of you spoke, content to exist in the stillness, in the rare, fragile peace of the moment.

The memory still lived in your heart, as vivid and searing as if it had happened yesterday. The hideout filled with laughter and chaos, Toga’s delighted clapping, Twice’s off-key singing, and the way Dabi’s lips pressed against yours at the stroke of midnight - it was a fleeting moment of happiness in a world that had given you so little.

But that was last year. That New Year’s Eve was the last you all spent together.

Everything changed after that night. The war came, tearing through your lives like a storm, leaving devastation in its wake. Too many lives were claimed, too many futures snuffed out. The League, the world, you - it all fractured, irreparably changed by the battles fought and the losses endured.

Now, you sat cross-legged in the grass, the late afternoon sun warm against your shoulders. A simple summer dress clung to your frame, and a gentle breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers. In your lap was a handmade bowl of soba, steam curling lazily into the air.

“I started a job last week,” you said, your voice soft but steady. “It’s nothing glamorous, just working in the back of a diner. Washing dishes, peeling vegetables, that sort of thing. It’s hard, y’know? People don’t exactly trust someone with a past like mine.” You picked at the soba with your chopsticks, twirling the noodles idly. “People stare. They always do. Even when they don’t recognize me, they can tell there’s something off, like they can smell the smoke that clings to me. I can’t blame them. It’s not like I’ll ever really blend in.” You laughed softly, though the sound was hollow. “It’s funny,” you continued, wiping your cheek where a tear had fallen unnoticed. “The normal life we used to joke about… it’s so much harder than I thought it’d be. People don’t smile much, not really. And some days, it’s like I’m invisible. Maybe it’s better that way.” 

You held the bowl tighter, your knuckles white against the handmade ceramic. “I brought this for you,” you offered, shifting slightly to place the bowl in the grass. “You probably would’ve made some snarky comment about how it’s not your style, but I thought… I thought you might like it anyway.”

The words caught in your throat, and before you could stop them, the tears came - hot and relentless, spilling down your cheeks as though the dam you’d built over the past year had finally broken. You didn’t bother wiping them away. What was the point?

It took everything in you to get here. Reaching out to the Todoroki family - people you’d once thought of as enemies - had been harder than you could have imagined. But you needed to know where he was, where they’d laid him to rest. You couldn’t keep carrying the weight of his absence without a place to grieve.

The breeze shifted, and for a moment, it seemed to carry a faint, fleeting scent of fire - charcoal and smoke. It wrapped around you like an embrace, stirring the strands of your hair. It was fleeting, barely there, but it made you pause. Slowly, your lips curved into a small, trembling smile. “You’re listening, aren’t you?” you whispered, wiping at your face. “You always were good at pretending not to care.”

What you didn’t know - what you couldn’t know - was that he was sitting right there, just as you’d imagined. His spirit leaned against the gravestone, one knee drawn up, his chin resting lazily on it. He was watching you, his pale eyes filled with a mixture of longing and sorrow. He reached out, his fingers ghosting over your cheek, aching to wipe away your tears. But it was futile, of course. You were here, in the world of the living, and he was there, trapped in the world of the dead. Dabi whispered, “Stop crying, doll. You’ll ruin your pretty face.” But the words faded into the breeze, unheard and unspoken.

He watched you carefully: the way your hands trembled slightly as you set the bowl down, the way your lips quivered as you spoke his name, the way your tears reflected the light of the setting sun.

You couldn’t see the way his jaw clenched, the frustration in his eyes as his hand passed through you like mist. The space between your worlds was too vast, and all he could do was sit and observe.

You didn’t know he was there, couldn’t feel the weight of his gaze or the ghostly touch of his hand. “I miss you,” you whispered, your voice trembling as you rested a hand on the cold stone. “Every day, Touya.”

He closed his eyes, his head tilting back against the gravestone as if to steady himself. The scars on his face softened in the glow of the afternoon sun, and for a moment, he looked almost at peace. “I miss you too,” he whispered, though the words were meant only for himself.

The sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting long shadows across the cemetery. Your fingers brushed over the gravestone, tracing the letters carved into the cold stone: Touya Todoroki. The breeze swirled again, wrapping around you like an embrace. It felt warm, comforting, almost like him.

“I miss all of you. Toga, Tomura… even Twice and his constant grumbling.” You laughed weakly, but the sound was hollow. “The world’s quieter now, but it doesn’t feel better. It feels empty.” And with that, you sobbed more. “I’m sorry,” you choked out, your voice trembling. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more. I’m sorry I couldn’t save any of you. I’m so fucking sorry…”

When you finally stood  and brushed the grass from your dress, you glanced back at the tombstone one last time. “I’ll keep going,” you whispered, your voice shaky but resolute. “For you. For all of you. I promise. I promise I won’t let go. I’ll never forget you. And you guys will always live in my heart.”

He watched you turn to leave, his gaze lingering on you as if memorizing every detail - the way the sunlight caught the strands of your hair, the way your shoulders straightened even under the weight of your grief, and a faint smile crossed his lips as his scarred hand rested on the top of the tombstone. “We all know that, doll,” he murmured, his voice soft and low. “Live the life we weren’t destined to have. And don’t forget - I’ll love you forever.”

As the wind swept through the graveyard once more, Dabi’s spirit winnowed like mist under the light of a chilly morning, fading into the air that surrounded you. And a promise, carried on the breeze, was as eternal as the love he left behind.

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LEATHER COATS AND PIZZA

Never a dull moment when you hang out with Dabi and the rest of your friends

No quirks au, pining, LOV as high schoolers

part 2

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“Move up.”

You shuffle to the left as Dabi plops down next to you. You’re currently all shoved onto Shigarakis couch, half watching the movie on his Tv and half chattering about whatever. You’re squeezed between Dabi, whose eyes are looking at the TV but not really watching, and Toga, who’s flicking through a Teen Girl magazine, absentmindedly filling out the questionnaires on the back. Shigaraki is sprawled on a loveseat, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he plays some game on his switch. Twice is leaning on the arm of the chair next to him and giving very unnecessary tips that Shigaraki does not need. Spinner is lying down on the floor. You think he’s exhausted after his football training, but he’s usually sleeping any time you guys hang out, so you’re not too concerned.

You don’t really look like you fit in with this friendship group. They’re weird enough as is. Spinner has this weird obsession with amphibians and bright clothes. Shigraki always has gloves on because of his bad eczema and he’s always scowling, and Toga’s cute aesthetic completely opposes her love of all things gore and violence that she’ll tell to anyone who’ll listen. And Dabi, whose face was more metal than skin from all the piercings he has. That, and the mystery that surrounds the burn scars that litter his skin.

All in all, it was a pretty rag tag group. You were glaringly normal compared to them. No weird habits or affinities, but none of you cared. You can’t even remember how you joined their group but you know you don’t regret it. Some of their activities weren’t exactly your forte. You do walk away whenever they decide that spending money on stuff is too much effort, or when they’d rather stay in an abandoned parking lot half the night then get in bed for school. But despite all of that, you always meet them halfway. Shigaraki’s parents are never really home and so you always find yourselves lounging around his house every other day. You watch movies, order pizzas, finish your homework. Whatever you feel up for.

Today, your eyes are trying their hardest not to flit to your right. Dabi is so close to you right now. His thigh is pressed into yours and it’s so warm. You’ve learnt that that is always the case. You remember one night after a party he’d walked you home. Even through the layers of your coat and dress, your arm gripping his had heated you up against the cold autumn air.

You adjust your position and he glances at you, but he doesn’t move. If anything he gets closer, bringing his arm up behind the couch to rest behind your head.

“Guys, would you say I like my men edgy but fun, or preppy but unique?” Toga hums, biting the end of her pencil.

“Don’t care.” Shigaraki mumbles.

“Rude. I think edgy but fun.” You say.

Twice frowns, shaking his head. “No, don’t you remember that Deku guy you liked? He was definitely preppy but unique.”

“No, he was more like. I don’t know. A nice guy.” Spinner ponders from the floor.

“He was a pussy.”

“Dabi, don’t be mean, he was nice!” Toga whines.

Dabi just rolls his eyes and you giggle. You lean forward to read the page she’s on. Apparently, Toga is about to find the ‘guys she’s totally in tune with’. You point to one of the teenage boys imprinted on the page, all fake smiles and box dye hair.

“He looks like he could be totally in tune with you.” You wiggle your eyebrows.

Dabi leans forward over you to get a better look. You can smell that woodsy and smokey smell that always follows him.

“He’s too emo.”

“You’re one to talk.” Toga mutters, and Dabi smacks the back of her head.

Toga sighs and abandons the page and keeps flicking through the magazine. You yawn. It’s only seven pm but you’re tired. You’d stayed up all last night with Dabi on the phone. It was sort of a tradition the two of you had. You’d watch a movie together, the two of you counting down to sync up your Netflix on whatever movie you were watching. Somehow, you’d stayed up talking all last night. It wasn’t unusual for that to happen but after a long day at school it’s all adding up. You lean your head against the back of the couch on Dabi’s arm.

“The movie not catching your fancy?” He asks.

You smile slightly. It’s something stupid and full of violence, the kind of stuff both of you hate. “No. It’s awful.”

“Of course it is, Shiggy picked it.” Dabi rolls his eyes.

You go to grab the remote and Dabi does too. Your fingers touch, only for a second, but the heat blooms in your hands. You both apologise, clumsily, but Dabi picks it up regardless and starts flipping through channels.

“Hey, they have a truth or dare page! Let’s play!”

It’s a testament to how bored you all are that that catches your attention. Toga slides down on the floor and spinner and twice join her. Shigraki looks unbothered but he still turns his switch off and sits up. You and Dabi stay on the couch. Funnily enough, despite the extra room, the two of you don’t move, legs still pressed up against each other.

“Truth or dare? A bit childish, no?” You whisper quietly enough that nobody but Dabi can hear you.

“What, you scared?”

“Shut up. I’m scared of nothing.” You flex your arms and Dabi smirks.

“It’s been ages since I’ve played. Isn’t there meant to be a forfeit if you don’t do the truth or dare?”

Dabi nods. “Yeah, usually.”

“What’s ours?”

“You have to kiss me.”

You turn your head away so he doesn’t seen the flush on your cheeks. Flirting is nothing you’re not used to with Dabi. Any woman he speaks to is unfortunately a victim of it. Despite his whole punk ‘don’t talk to me’ look, Dabi is undeniably attractive. There’s something so obvious about it. Like if you look at him for just a second more than you’d think to, it would all jump at you; his soft hair, the bright blue eyes, and that boyish grin. So you’re not really fussed by all his flirting. You’ve been there, done that. It’s Dabi at the end of the day. Nothing means anything with him.

“You wish.” You push him away as he pouts his lips at you.

Toga claps her hands. “Okay! Who’s going first?”

“Me!” Twice springs up from his seat, excited. “I pick dare.”

“Daring choice! Okay, so. Go onto instagram and like every highlight of the first person that you see.”

Twice was not happy about that, considering the girl that popped up on his page was apparently ‘someone he was interested in’. But his mood lights up quickly once Toga passes him the magazine so he can ask a question.

And you carry on like that, getting through the group. Shigaraki reluctantly plays a ‘Kiss, marry, kill’ with some of the less attractive teachers at UA, Spinner eats a spoonful of sriracha.

“Dabi. Your, fuck, it’s your turn.” Spinner fans his face while Toga giggles at him.

“Truth.”

Dabi waves off the boos from the rest of your group. Spinner hushes them and reads the first truth on the page. “If you had to marry one person in this room, who would it be?”

“Y/N.”

He doesn’t hesitate in the slightest. Your name slips off his tongue like he didn’t even mean it to. His face looks surprised for a split second before he glances around the room.

“Uh, okay. Your turn to ask a question.” Spinner hands him the magazine.

You’re still slightly dumbfounded. So is Toga, because she is narrowing her eyes at Dabi very suspiciously. He notices her out of the corner of his eye and raises a brow.

“What?”

She says your name questioningly. You look down at your lap because the loose thread on your jeans is suddenly very interesting.

“Do I need to explain myself or something?”

Toga sighs, propping her knees up and leaning her head on them. “No, you’re okay. It’s your turn.” She leans her head up and it thumps against your leg. You run your fingers through her bangs and she smiles.

“Truth or dare?”

“Hm. Dare.”

Dabi grins. “Daring choice.” Toga sticks her tongue out at the horrible impression of her voice. “Wait, which one do I pick?” His eyes flit over the page of options.

“Uh, we’ve just been going down the list. I think we’re on number four?” Twice says.

Dabi nods. He opens his mouth to speak, but then he stops. Clears his throat, and tries again.

“Kiss the most attractive person in the room.”

You groan as the others start cheering.

“Finally, this is getting interesting.” Shigaraki laughs.

“Don’t get too excited, she’s not kissing you, Shiggy.” Dabi scoffs.

“Fuck off.”

You huff. “Why do I get the creepy one?”

“Hey, I’d gladly kiss someone than eat what I had to.” Spinner grumbles, still nursing a bottle of water.

“Okay. Okay I’ll do it.”

They’re all looking at you expectantly. You know who it’s going to be. Of course it’s going to be Dabi. You’re sure they all know it too, because the others are just looking at the two of you on the couch, giving no other signs of being ready for a kiss. You swallow once. Turn to your side and he’s already looking at you so intensely. The corner of his mouth lifts up slightly.

“Let’s get this over with.”

“Aw, don’t act like you don’t love this, baby.”

You decide that instead of telling him to shut up you’ll do it instead. You grab the scratchy materia of his stupid band tee he always insists on wearing. It almost hurts when your mouths meet, and his hand immediately cups your cheek, warm palm almost covering your whole face. You’re sure the kiss isn’t meant to last this long, but you feel his teeth bite your bottom lip and you have to push away before you start moaning in front of your friends.

You break apart, breathless. Dabi’s lips are red and look freshly kissed and you guess you must look the same. You feel your face heat and you turn to look at the others who are all looking with different degrees of shock and smugness (the last one being Toga).

“Right.” You grab the magazine from his hands. “It’s Toga’s turn?”

The rest of the night goes by quite quickly. You all soon grow bored of truth or dare, which doesn’t get any more exciting after your kiss. Which you can’t seem to stop thinking about. You and Dabi immediately fall back into normalcy but something niggles in the back of your mind. It was just a kiss, but. Does Dabi kiss everyone like that? It must explain why he gets around so much. If a man kissed you like that you can only imagine how he can do everything else to you.

But you try to ignore that. Focus on the fact you’re braiding Toga’s hair or maybe listen to the story Twice is telling you about someone at his work. Someone orders a pizza and you bug Dabi until he passes you a slice. He gets the cheesiest one in the box, like he knows you love, and you grin your thanks.

The night ends swiftly after that. You all help Shigaraki clean because that’s the only condition he sets if you all use his house as a hangout spot. Toga catches a lift with Twice and Spinner leaves on his bike. Which just leaves you and Dabi. You stand on Shigaraki’s driveway, your foot kicking a rock on the floor.

“You walked here?” Dabi asks, shrugging his coat on.

“Yeah. Regretting it now.”

“I’ll walk you.”

“Thanks.”

He just makes a noise, gesturing for you to start walking. The night air is cool. You wish you’d worn something warmer. You can’t complain though. You love autumn. The leaves crunch beneath your feet, streetlights illuminating the path. The sun is just about set, and the sky is orange, pink, purple.

It's moments like these that you’ll know you’ll remember forever. It’s weird. You remember random things like an old lady you saw on the bus home one day, the slice of red velvet cake you’d bought at some random cafe. Little, irrelevant things that you can’t help but store. But moments like these, where the setting sun catches on Dabi’s skin, and your hands brush close to each other that they almost touch, you don’t think you could ever forget.

“You going to Hawks’s party next week?” He asks suddenly.

“Uh. I guess so.” You say.

Dabi quirks a brow. “Don’t sound too excited.”

“It’s not that, it’s just.” A breeze blows over and you rub your arms. Curse short-sleeved shirts. “His parties get too crazy for me. But I haven’t seen him in ages so I’ll probably go. I miss him.”

“Mhm.” He says, suddenly standoffish.

“Are you going?”

“I guess. I just miss Hawks ever so much.” He raises his voice so it’s all high pitched. You glare at him.

“I do not sound like that, you weirdo. And I do miss him. He’s so busy now that he started playing on the school team.” You shiver slightly.

Suddenly, you feel something warm envelop you. Dabi places his jacket across your shoulders. The warm leather immediately warms you.

“Aw. You’re such a cutie.” You grin, slipping your arms into the sleeves.

“Fuck off. I’ll take it back.”

“You wouldn’t.”

He doesn’t respond to that so you know you’re right. The sleeves fall over your hands and you flap them in the air. You always forget how much bigger Dabi is than you. Even now, he’s almost two heads taller, even with his horrible posture.

“You look stupid with that on.” He says.

“I’m warm, though. Sacrifices have to be made.”

Soon enough you reach your door. He watches as you fumble for your house key before brandishing them out your bag. You go to take the jacket off and he waves you away.

“S’fine, just give it to me tomorrow.”

“If you’re sure. It’s kinda cold out.”

“I’ll be alright.”

You both stand there then. Just looking at each other. Part of you thinks that maybe you should bring up the kiss. Is it worth bringing up? Did it even mean anything? You decide against it, only because that soft look on his face is so rare that you don’t want to do anything to ruin it.

“Thanks for walking me home, Dabi.”

“Touya.”

You tilt your head slightly. “Who?”

He smiles slightly. “It’s my name.”

Oh.

“Oh.”

“You can- You don’t have to call me Dabi. You can- if you want. I don’t really care.”

You think he does care. Very evident by his stammering, something you don’t think you’ve ever seen him do. It’s cute. You don’t look into why he’s given you this privilege. You’ve heard Shigaraki and maybe Toga call him Touya before, but some part of you always knew it was a line you shouldn’t cross. Not anymore, though.

“No, I want to. Touya.”

He breathes heavily. He’s looking at you the way he was before he kissed you on that couch. Your eyes dart to his lips, and you know he saw, because he does the exact same.

“I- I should go. Goodnight, Touya.”

He nods. “Night.”

You lock the door behind you, hang up your keys. You’re not ready to ruin your friendship because of a look. A truth or dare kiss that probably means nothing.

The leather of his coat feels sticky on your skin as you walk yourself to bed.

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God I’m such a sucker for dabi in everyday normal setting…… teenager Dabi…..

Part two is posted !