#touya stayed au

[treef-greef]

[mothstvrnz]

Touya "Dabi" Todoroki x Fem!Pro!Reader

December 19th: Touya Todoroki x Fem!Pro!Reader

“You seriously got me a kitten?”  “Do you like her?”  “. . . Her name is Mittens.”

Note: this is Pro!Touya AU! Nor is there use of Y/N!

TW: tooth rotting fluff

WC: 1.3k

Requested: Nope!

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

It's the first Christmas you and Touya have spent together since you've moved in together. Both being pros is hard, and in all honesty, exhausting trying to hangout, so being able to both get Christmas off is a miracle. A Christmas miracle of sorts.

Your house is very homey, not super big but not small either. Towards the end of November, you had got some time to decorate, and In all honesty, you rocked decorating. Snow globes, little window stickers, lights on the roof, essentially the works, but don't even get me started on the tree. You don't think you've ever had so much fun decorating, nor have you ever broken so many ornaments; wrong. Touya broke ornaments, you did not. 

It's Christmas morning, five in the goddamn morning to be exact. You have a present to go pick up for Touya, specifically a cuddly and fuzzy present. The lady you're buying the kitten from said the only time you'd be able to pick the kitten up is five in the morning. Complete BS if anyone asked you.

Right now, you're so, so carefully slipping out of Touya’s arms, the feeling of warmth immediately disappearing. Upon stepping into the hallway and closing the door behind you, still in a black hoodie and red and black plaid pajama pants that are probably  a size or two too big, you let out a soft sigh you didn't know you were even holding. You quickly grab the keys and slip on your shoes before creeping out the front door. 

Now, a kitten isn’t an everyday Christmas present, it really isn’t. The question as to why you chose to get him a kitten has a truly simple answer. The past few months, he’s been not so subtly hinting to you that he wants a kitten. Now, the Touya could never actually admit to wanting a small, soft, and fuzzy kitten, because that could ruin his reputation! Spoiler alert, the image of Touya with a cat is a lot cuter than he’d ever admit. 

-

“Thank you again!”

You say to the lady with a large smile and wave goodbye, the black and white kitten wrapped in a soft blanket in your other hand.

“Who's ready to go home, huh?”

You ask in a baby voice to the Maine Coon kitten in your arms. You nuzzle your nose to the soft black one of your brand new fur baby.

Getting home is a bit of a challenge. This little girl is wild. All she wants to do is move, move, move. She's been walking around her carrier and meowing at you the whole drive. Only when you were pulling into the driveway, had she fallen asleep.  

The days leading up to Christmas, Touya had been relentless with trying to guess what his presents were. He’d guessed far and wide, but never even thought to ask about cat items, because what good would that do? You don’t have a cat. Sometime around the week before Christmas, he gave up on asking about his presents, and just waited to see what would be revealed on Christmas morning.

When you get inside, Touya is still asleep, thank goodness. You put the kitten in a room with a bowl of water and two types of food, and whatever else you deemed necessary to leave the kitten alone for a little bit. She was knocked out, like, deep deep sleep last time you checked, so hopefully luck would be on your side.

-

“Mornin’, beautiful.”

Touya says groggily as he reaches  for you. You ended up laying in bed again and fell asleep, in conclusion, he had no idea you went out  to get his final present. 

“Mornin’ handsome.”

You reply with a soft smile as you feel his arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer.

“Merry Christmas.”

You say with a cheeky smile and cheesy tone as you flip over to face him. His blue eyes are tired and his hair is a bit of a mess. He smiles softly before  pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Merry Christmas.”

He says  with his deep morning voice before nuzzling his  head into the crook of your neck, earning a big ol’ smile from you.

-

“Hurry, I'm tryna’ open presents!”

You giggle with childlike excitement as you skip down the hall. You turn to face a still decently tired Touya who’s following closely behind you in his matching pajamas.

“I’m comin’, I’m comin’.”

He laughs as you slide into a sitting position beneath your carefully decorated Christmas tree with sparkles of  blue and white, a large thanks to your boyfriend for really (For some odd reason) wanting a blue christmas tree. You told him no, but said you could put blue ornaments. 

Opening presents is a blast. You got a beautiful necklace  that has a sapphire stone, some new makeup and besides the kitten, you got him the latest XBox and a custom made controller that has his hero name on the back with blue flames. However, when he unwraps a box of a cat tree he’s unbelievably confused.

“A cat tree? We don’t even have a cat. . .?”

He says with a confused expression before moving it to the side while you have a mischievous grin on your face. He hasn’t even considered the fact you could have gotten him a kitten until he opens a small box that holds a blue collar with a little golden name plate that contains your address, Touya’s phone number on one side while the other is blank.

“Seriously, babe, why in the wo-”

He goes on to ask before realization hits. You don’t think you’ll ever forget the way his face shifts from confused to complete shock. 

“You didn’t.”

He accuses while his eyes sparkle with joy that mimics a small child.

“I did. Would you like to meet her?”

You ask with a small giggle while standing up, but burst into bright laughter when he nearly trips over himself as he’s getting up to follow you into your home office where the small bundle of joy is waddling around and playing with the toys you left in there.

“You seriously got me a kitten?

He asks with his mouth slightly open and his gaze softened as he kneels down to play with the kitten, who happily accepts the attention and runs up to him while almost running full force into his leg. 

“Do you like her?”

You ask while sitting down next to him and carefully reaching over to pet the kitten on his lap who’s holding her as if she’s the last of her kind. He holds her up as if thinking what to name her before glancing down to her little white paws.

“. . . Her name is Mittens.”

You smile at the name. Mittens. It suits her well with all her little white paws. You two spend the whole day playing with the new member of your family. You built her cat tree, eventually opened the rest of the stuff you had wrapped for Touya, and took more pictures of your upgraded family than you’d care to count.

Right now, you’re both laying in bed after a long Christmas day with Mittens laying on your stomach while your head rests on Touya’s chest.

“Like your present?”

You ask quietly while looking outside the small gap in your window curtains of falling snow contrasting against the midnight black sky. When he doesn’t respond, you’re nearly convinced he’s fallen asleep, but a small stir corrects your thoughts.

“Yeah, she’s one hell of a gift. Who woulda’ thought I’d get a crazy cool Maine Coon for Christmas? Little me would be losing his mind.”

He chuckles with the deep, tired voice you’ve grown to love more and more over the years you’ve been together. You sigh with a gentle smile as you close your eyes. You feel his chest rise and lower with sleep while his breathing softens. You could get  used to this.

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A/N: Soooo, i’m officially in love with reader and Touya, and Mittens of course. Would you guys want an AU of this, and/or more blurbs of this good chaotic family?

[scarlettcryptid]

made pro hero touya and pro hero tenko using this picrew.

🍩 touya just realized he got donut'd.

🍩 tenko's too busy trying to smile like a normal person to notice the donut on his head.

[katsdynam1ght]

currently at a research symposium wanting to explode and/or die i’ve only slept four hours the past two nights and i can’t get food until like 2:30 so you know what time it is! time to project all of my problems onto college au keigo!

he’s not a bad public speaker, not by any means. he’s got lots of practice. that said this particular time he is completely unprepared. though passionate about his subject (i’m still thinking criminal psychology… maybe behavioral analysis if i start rewatching criminal minds) he has had no time to rehearse. he has also barely slept and hasn’t eaten so you know he’s just generally not having a great time

spent weeks doing research for his project and then another week making his poster. that part goes well but then comes presentation time and the sensory input is crazy. listening to everyone around him speak while trying to focus his attention on his own thing—i do think keigo (given what we see in canon) has a really good grasp on multitasking and is capable of thinking about many things at once, but i think with the added factors here he’s not having the easiest time of it all

cue the judges coming up to listen to him and he kicks off his presentation. it goes well, he knows the material, the judges ask questions, etc. you know how it goes. but man is it tiring and he’s already so exhausted. it’s a five-hour event though so he can’t even leave. totally trapped.

but because i want keigo to have a better time than me i’m going to say touya shows up to support him and watch. stands behind the judges so he’s not a distraction but once they leave he comes up to him to look at his poster and talk. it’s not like the material is all that foreign because he’s heard keigo rambling about it for months, but he still asks questions and feigns complete interest for keigo’s sake

and okay maybe the interest isn’t forced at all but he doesn’t really care about the research. he just likes how keigo looks when he talks about it. wants to hear him talk some more. what a beautiful man.

touya’s presence makes it worth it.

[inkykeiji]

AHHH AN ENJI POST🫣🫣after i read the touya-nii fic with enji i know i shouldve hated him even more but the way you described him reacting to a simple “sir” wasssss:3333- also your the best writer ive ever seen and your carnival attendent dabi fic was pure art im obsessed:D

YES!!! it’ll probably be posted on monday because i am posting an alastor piece tonight n the lil enji drabble needs to be edited still c: it’s not smut (with him, anyway) but it is like,,, vaguely pseudo-cestuous (*ﾉωﾉ)ᵉᵉᵏ

AWWW oh my gosh wow!!!! thank u so much!!! ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞ i appreciate your words a lot n i am so glad you enjoyed that piece!! tbh i miss carnival attendant dabi and i know so many of u guys do too,, i know i said i’d never write him again due to the point of the whole piece but,,, ahhh maybe one day i can revisit him, perhaps with a different reader??? hm hm hm

[boku-no-dangan-academia-au]

Inaugurating this tumblr with the spreadsheet for the Hell Class themselves:

[doumadono]

Shiggy & Touya in mine and @crystalwolfblog UA High School AU I absolutely adore Touya rocking the punk/rock vibe, while Shiggy stays perfectly cozy in his sweats. This stunning artwork was a commission from super talented @heliumcake and I couldn’t be happier with how it turned out! ♥

[lysaisland]

Bassist!Dabi who had a stage presence that rivalled no other. It was impossible to tear your eyes away from the guy — tall, brooding with spiky black hair, sweat-slicked. God. You honestly couldn’t believe that the cheeky Touya you used to know turned out to be so hot.

Bassist!Dabi who was now decorated all over with tattoos. One of them, electric blue, winded around his torso. A snake. It began at his hips and curled up his back. The rest of it hid underneath the distressed crop top he wore, damn.

Bassist!Dabi who managed to recognise you, all dolled up, in the chaos of the crowd. His eyes were still that deep blue that you could sell the sky for. You rolled your eyes at him when he cockily gestured to you to meet him backstage. Later, after this set, he mouthed.

Bassist!Dabi whose navy bass guitar looked like it had a million and one stories to tell over drinks. It was an old thing, scratched up but still kicking. You recalled that he had spent ages and ages saving to buy it. Little did you know that near the neck of his bass your initials were etched in the wood, the oldest of all the scratches.

Bassist!Dabi who was still the same charming Touya off-stage. After he greeted you with a sly side hug, he pulled you into a dressing room. A bunch of words tumbled out of his mouth, about how it really has been too long since he last saw your pretty little face. All you could do was nod along dumbly, and stare at him in all his glory, picking out the pieces that made him Dabi and made him Touya.

Bassist!Dabi who couldn’t stay long to catch up with you. So, he scribbled his number on a takeaway receipt and tucked it into your pocket. The two kisses that he wrote beside the digits made you more excited than you should have been.

yeah the band au is driving me wild bonkers 🙏🙏

[sugarwarachan]

pairing: shigaraki x afab!reader

based on this prompt list: ²⁾ “you’re telling me you really have nowhere better to be than here today?”

cws: FLUFF THIS IS SO FLUFFY WHO AM I, shigaraki is a pining mess, no quirks au, I know nothing about actual corporate offices except that I hate them lol

wc: 600 (a wee babe)

Shigaraki Tomura is not doing well.

For starters, he’s staring down the barrel at a year-long, cry-into-your-pillow-every-night kind of crush, and the object of his affection is literally standing outside of his house in the rain, asking to come in.

On Valentine’s Day.

He’s pretty sure his brain is visibly leaking out of his ears.

“Tomu, are you all right?”

You’d think after months of working in an office together, he’d have a handle on being normal around you, but apparently that’s not the case today. The nickname makes his heart hammer so loudly he can barely hear himself answer.

“You’re telling me you have nowhere better to be today than here?”

Thunder claps overhead. Rain starts pouring down in earnest, pounding the pavement behind you. He ushers you into the entryway, trying to keep his cool when you steady yourself on his forearm to toe off your shoes. Your shirt clings to the curve of your waist in a way he does not trust himself to look at too closely.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I like hanging out with you.”

You can’t be serious. It's you. The last person in the world he expected to be alone on today.

"You know what day it is."

You level him a look. "I do, actually. I have this thing called a calendar. I think you also have one installed on your phone?"

"Ha ha, marketing monkey."

You poke your tongue out at him. "Whatever, creepy IT guy."

He’s happy to sink into this routine, actually. It’s familiar. Touya calls it flirting; Tomura tries not to call it anything.

"I did get you something, though," you say. "For Valentine’s Day."

You hand him a simple red box tied off with a silver bow.

"Don’t laugh too hard at it, okay? I tried."

You’re never uncertain. He noticed that about you right away, assumed you’d be standoffish and rude because of it just like all of his other coworkers.

But you hadn’t been. You’d been kind in the way that made his teeth hurt.

He opens the box slowly, almost reverently. Inside are small, homemade chocolates, all molded in a somewhat clumsy likeness of his dog Mon.

Fuck.

He stares into the box, dumbfounded.

Sure, you play League with him on the weekends, and yes, he’s gone over the days you have coffee with him so many times they're seared into his brain, but that doesn’t mean you like him.

Except—

This is a lovely, hand-crafted gift that makes him feel so wanted he could actually drown in the feeling. It has to mean something. Right?

“Tomu?”

He snaps himself out of it.

"This is, umm." Shit, he actually has no idea what to say. He looks at you, which is a bad idea, because now all he can think about is how fucking pretty you look in his house, next to his things, bending down to greet Mon as he flies from downstairs to greet you.

"That bad, huh?" You pretend to joke, ruffling Mon's ears.

"No!" he all but shouts, wincing mentally before crouching down beside you. Mon rolls over to show off his belly.

"It's the best gift I've ever gotten," he tells you. "No one's ever made me something like this."

And because no one has ever made him something like this, Tomura takes a chance.

"Do you want to stay? You can run a bath while I grab some food and we can make a day of it?"

You grab his hand and thread your fingers through his, beaming.

"I'd love nothing more."

[treef-greef]

Alexa play Mr. Brightside while your parents argue in the other room on youtube

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Family dinner

mha social media au Touya T. x gn reader

inspo

pt 2

Shoto asks to stay the night in yours and Touya's apartment Todoroki family shenanigans

warnings: drugs mentioned, enji's parenting mentioned, Touya's in rehab now, idk a smidge ooc and by smidge I mean a lot but what do you expect, mention/joke Abt suicide and murder it's Touya idk what you want from me, I might write actual words inspired by this idk, watermark that I will not be removing, smau is fun why didn't anyone tell me Abt this

[saerins]

ᯓ ᝰ RIGHT HERE .ᐟ — touya todoroki

touya x female reader. content tags modern au, childhood sweetheart!touya, both are working adults, making out, mentions of infidelity/murder, he’s a tease. word count 1.7k

ᯓ notes .ᐟ haha can you tell i love touya too much rn ? just getting back into writing so have some of my touya :) thanks to any of you who read this <3

“touya, you’re gonna make me late for work tomorrow,” you whine, pouting as he wins you in yet another round of super smash bros. (and hence you’d have to stay up and continue playing at his behest.)

beside you, touya smirks, rows of pearly white visible while he clearly enjoys tormenting you. “weren’t you the one who said you needed a distraction?”

you grumble as you take the couch pillow and hold it over your face, groaning in frustration. touya’s right; you’d called him right after dinner, practically forced him to come after you figured out that you’re actually not as strong you thought and you’re actually still really upset that your ex cheated on you.

it’s only pathetic because it’s already been a couple of months and you’re still wallowing over it somehow.

“you know, i bet all that frustration will go away if you just let me kill that fucker,” touya tells you, flicking your forehead as leans forward, yanking the cushion off your face.

unamused, you deadpan at him. “yeah? then what am i gonna do when you’re in jail, huh?”

touya snickers, “aww, what? can’t handle being without me?”

in a strange way, your honest answer is definitely not. you’ve known touya forever. ever since you were five and your families connected at a preschool event. ever since your friend fuyumi introduced you to her brother. ever since touya confided in you how much he hated his father.

fast forward more than a decade later and you’re both sitting in your apartment, in a different state than either of your families, still as close as you were when you were kids.

you glare at touya, rolling your eyes before scrunching your nose and smirking at him. “actually, go ahead, i’ll go find myself a better guy while you rot in the cell.”

your best friend scoffs, cocking a brow and looking like he’s offended. “i off someone for you and you don’t marry me immediately? the fuck is wrong with you?”

the shit-eating grin that dawns on his face immediately after makes your heart skip a beat. yeah, you’ve always found him attractive, maybe even had a crush on him back in high school, but he’d always had girls after girls, and somewhere along the way you learned to stuff those flimsy emotions back down.

until you remember that he’s been single for a while now, and the fact that you’re both working adults with all the freedom in the world.

fuck, you really shouldn’t go back there.

“haha, funny,” you try to wave it off sarcastically. “says the one who told his ex that he just sees me as a little sister.”

he laughs, leaning back against the couch, a hand behind his head, abs sticking out from the edge of his shirt. it takes you a second to rein yourself in, not wanting to get teased relentlessly by him if you get caught staring.

“hey, she was getting jealous of me spending so much time with you! what was i supposed to say?”

yes, you’re aware. most of them were. most of the time you never told touya about any of that; of how his girlfriends were coming up to you, all insecure about your friendship and asking if you could back off. that was the most common thing among all his relationships: the girls’ pleas for you to keep a distance.

you did… the first few times.

and after his fifth relationship, you realised that touya would always pull you back close. would always end up breaking up with them if your friendship is causing them too much worry.

“you didn’t have to say anything, maybe you should’ve just kept your distance, you know? since most of them seemed to have a problem with it,” you comment, trying to act as nonchalant as possible, though even you don’t believe yourself.

a life without touya is unimaginable for you. even if you can’t really say the same for him.

touya sighs, shifting in his position before ultimately putting an arm around you, pulling you close. he smells like your soap and his hair against your face tickles.

he’s always like this; always touchy, always close. recently he’s been more than usual, coming over and sleeping the night (you never did anything physical!), chasing other guys away at the club because they’re not good enough for you.

and when he’s like that, you think maybe there’s no harm in letting those long-lost feelings flow back.

it’s dangerous.

he’s always like this. always way too much for you to handle. and yet you can’t live without him.

and then he does something he’s never done before.

you feel his lips on your temple, and you hear the chuckle reverberating from his throat. his left arm around you holds you tight, not that you’re running anywhere—you’re pretty sure you’re frozen stiff from the shock.

did that really happen?

“how can i do that when you’re the only one i want?”

you’re sure that’s his voice. it can’t be anyone else’s. but you’re not sure if you believe him. is he really saying what you think he’s saying?

slowly, you turn to face him, expecting him to wear that smug grin and tease you for being so gullible but it never comes. instead, you’re greeted with his half-lidded eyes, blue pupils staring at your lips like he’s hypnotised, his thumb caressing your lower lip from left to right like he’s trying to memorise all the grooves.

it’s so soft that you barely recognise your own voice when it comes, “touya, kiss me.”

and maybe he’s always wanted to, because he doesn’t miss a beat. the second you open your mouth, he’s giving you what you asked for, his tongue prying your lips open and he tastes just like the warm in winter mornings, like the comfort people always dream about.

mint. you can taste the sweet from when he ate it right before he beat you in the game. you can feel the cold on the tip of your nose from when you brush against the piercings on his nostrils. you can feel him carry you onto his lap, feel his hands wrapping around your waist. you can feel his heartbeat under his chest, under your palm, almost as erratic as your own.

were you really just upset over someone else?

every relationship you’d been sad over suddenly didn’t seem to make sense anymore. not when touya’s right here, lips locked with yours and telling you more with his kiss than you’ve ever heard from his words.

by the time you pull away, both of you are breathless, his hand on your cheek, lips softly brushing over your own like he can’t bear to be away even for just a second. you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes, half overwhelmed and half confused.

“fuck, did we really just—”

“shh,” you hush him, putting a finger on his lips, suddenly embarrassed. your foreheads are still pressed together, and you can’t see it but he’s admiring your face, holding himself back from just kissing you even more.

touya moves your finger away. he whispers your name in the most gentle tone you’ve ever heard, “does that mean you feel the same?”

you swallow the lump in your throat, tongue-tied and still straddling your best friend on the couch. you’re just a single impulsive action away from going all the way.

dangerous.

pulling back even further, you’re about to make a break for your bedroom when touya pulls you back, making sure you face him.

“no running this time,” he tells you, voice raspy and his eyes flicking from your eyes to your nose and your lips but mostly your lips. “i want you,” he whispers, and the minute you lock gazes, the answer has never been more clear to you.

“i want you too, touya,” you answer, both excited and afraid but he never lets you harp on things too much because he’s already kissing you silly, barely letting you breathe—you don’t have to guess with him; he wants you so desperately you can feel it in his actions.

“touya, we should stop,” you whine, knowing that this might be going way too quick yet you want it all the same.

touya shakes his head, big hands slipping under your shirt and squeezing your waist. “no, don’t wanna stop,” he whispers into your mouth.

he’s about to pull your shirt over your head when the loud shrill of his phone interrupts. he would’ve tossed it to the side if you hadn’t taken it and insisted he should take it. it’s from shoto, after all. (he doesn’t call often, it’s a complicated relationship.)

grumbling, touya leans back, keeping your thighs in place so you can’t move away. he’s smirking at you as he answers, “shoto, what is it?”

you can’t hear his brother over the phone. you can only guess snippets of the conversation from touya’s end.

“huh.”

“what for?”

“you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever.”

when he finally puts it down, he pulls you close by the chin, a glint of mischief in his grin. “get ready, doll.”

“huh? for what?”

touya gives you a peck on the lips. “family’s visiting, a surprise or whatever. they’re already in the city.”

you blink, praying he’s not being serious and wishing it’s not what you’re thinking. “okay, have fun!”

“and where do you think you’re going?” touya laughs, pulling you back down after you barely got back up.

“go spend some time with them, it’ll be fun.”

“oh i’m sure it’ll be fun,” he smirks, typing something into his phone and sending the message before you can sneak a peek.

you’re almost too scared to ask. but you do. “and why’s that?”

touya chuckles, thinking you’re way too stubborn, playing dumb even if it’ll kill you. but he guesses it’s fine if he has to spell it out for you. “because i wanna re-introduce you.”

“wait, what do you mean?”

with a gentle smile and a poke on your forehead, he looks you in the eyes. “i’m gonna introduce them to my future wife.”

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

older brother touya au !!, touya dyed his hair like once, scratching but not shigi level lol, touya has a motorcycle cus he's cool like that..pls don't ask it's just cool. asshat endeavor, big bro touya on top !! and maybe slightly ooc but he already is since hes big bro touya lol, uber touchy bubbly reader, hurt/comfort, lmk if i missed sum else !

on the first day at your new school, you immediately notice shouto. mostly because he's the only one in your class with different coloured eyes. you don't get much time to dwell on him, because you still have to introduce yourself to your classmates.

when break rolls around you're alone. it's not like this was new to you, but you're interested in the one other boy who's alone too. the boy from earlier with the different coloured hair and eyes. you can't help but wonder who his favourite hero is. that's always something people want to talk about. would it be all might ? he's always everyone's favourite. his favourite colour would probably be blue..or maybe green ?

you have to find out, so you march up to where he's sitting alone by the swings.

"hi !" you chirp, offering him your widest smile. he doesn't smile back, seeming a little startled. woops, maybe you were a little too loud. his eyes look even cooler up close.

"i'm yn !" you say, just a little bit quieter this time. he keeps observing you, recovering from his earlier surprise. "i know, i heard. in class." he responds, you blink at him.

"i didn't think you were listening. you were lookin' out the window and stuff, so.." he keeps inspecting you, he's quieter than you are for sure. he decides to simply not respond to you, continuing to slowly rock back and forth on the swing. suddenly, you get an idea for a new topic.

"say, do you know how to swing on your own ?" you bounce over to the swing next to him. his eyes follow you and they widen thinking of your question. slowly, he shakes his head. you beam, a lightbulb rises above your head. " i know how !" you boast, slightly proud to see his eyebrows raise.

the dual haired boy blinks "i didn't know you could do that." he says it a little airily, like it was truly unbelievable to him. you feel your chest burn a bit, you grip onto the bars of the swings and kick your feet.

"then how come you're sitting on the swings alone ?"

he thinks, then shrugs as a response. you don't mind, taking this as your cue to act. you pull yourself backwards as far as you can looking to see if the boy with the cool eyes follows your movements. he does, so you continue until you’re far enough and lift your feet off the ground, jumping onto your seat. kicking your legs forwards and back to gain momentum, you giggle at the air wooshing past your skin.

"you do it like this, see ?" you speak a bit louder, since you're swinging higher and higher. you briefly see him nod and then he's copying your previous actions. he gets the hang of it in a few seconds but he's still a little lower than you, so you drag your legs against the floor, that way you're going at the same speed. "see, it's super easy !" he looks at you again, but you think you see the lightest of smiles on his face.

"yeah." he responds simply, but his voice is just a bit louder so he's sure you hear him. and it makes you smile harder. after a bit of swinging you ask him his name, "shouto" he says. you can't help but think it sounds cool, so you tell him so. he looks a little confused, but he nods in thanks anyway.

you drag your sneakers against the floor to stop and launch off of your seat. you land almost perfectly, stumbling a little towards the end, but you quickly recover. shouto, the boy with the cool different coloured eyes and hair looks intrigued as he slows down too, but prefers to stay seated. you hop over to his swing, gripping onto the bars right above his hands and grin at him. shouto looks surprised, you want to see him smile again like before, except wider.

"hey, shouto. who's your favourite hero ?"

before you, shouto's never had any friends. so he's never had to feel what it was like to be ignored by one.

you're the first person who'd ever asked him who his favourite hero was, and he'd told you his was all might. he still doesn't know why you laughed about it, everyone likes all might.

you talking to him your first day of school made him realise how different you both were. you were way more outgoing than he was on his first day, but even then he never bothered to talk to his classmates. he'd been okay with that, but shouto doesn't like the idea that most likely, if you hadn't talked to him, if you hadn't taught him how to swing by himself, he never would've talked to you. because he wants to talk to you all the time, even if you don't want to talk to him.

after break and your argument, you return to class. you're sitting next to him in class due to assigned seating. you'd been happy about it at first, because now you were desk buddies and he could help you with problems you didn't understand. but now it's like you're practically sitting in the next class over. you act like he doesn't exist, it feels like you've pushed your chair the furthest possible from him. shouto can tell you're having trouble with some problems the teacher gave you, and you're supposed to work with your desk buddies for these, but you keep tucking your arm over your notebook and glaring at him. it feels like when the sun is beaming in his eyes, he doesn't like it.

you don't wait for him anymore when the bell rings. you don't stomp your feet excitedly and grip his hand to walk out of the gates with him, you don't tell him you'll see him tomorrow. you just shove your pencil case and your notebook and you trudge off away from him even as is hangs out of your bag. shouto realizes it then, that he's being ignored. and when he does, he's finished packing his bag neatly, not like usual when he's rushing just a bit because you're waiting and he wants to hold your hand. he takes his time. and when he does he can't move for a while. it doesn't feel normal not being with you. he's only snapped out of it when his teacher asks him if there's a problem. he shakes his head, and walks out of class dragging his feet a bit.

natsu-nii came to pick him up today. shouto stays quiet when he asks him how school went. his older brother offers him his hand, but he doesn't take it, he only wants to hold yours. they walk home in silence while shouto grips his bag.

getting ignored sucks.

"knock, knock."

shouto looks up to see his older brother touya, standing in the doorway of his room. the boy visibly brightens up, focus on him homework now gone. he doesn't smile visibly, but it looks like his eyes smile in a weird way only shouto’s could. and just because it's him, touya thinks it's a little sweet.

"hi." the boy's voice is a bit quieter than it usually would be, it makes the worry in the older's chest grow. he tries not to look too suspicious, tired eyes gazing around the room. "mind if i come in ?" he asks, to which his younger brother responds with a shake of his head.

touya settles down in front of his younger brother, sitting cross legged and resting his face in his palm. shouto hadn't talked about what had upset him when he got back home from school. blazer still neatly tucked in, hair still the same as when he was sent off. touya finds it ironic that that was alarming. shouto had walked off to his room looking gloomy, not saying a word to anyone and not coming to eat dinner even after he was told it would be his favourite. even their father found it strange, opting to leave him alone for once.

touya guessed it probably had something to do with him getting pulled out of school though. he holds back a scoff, of course the old bastard told him.

"hey.." he leans in a bit closer to his brother and talks in a hushed voice, looking around the room to sell the act. shouto tilts his head in confusion, his eyes slowly widen when his brother pulls out tiny fruit candies from his pocket, the oldest smirks "look what i got."

still a bit weary, shouto whispers as well to answer "i'm not supposed to..father said that.." he trails off, pouting to himself.

"what that old fart doesn’t know won't hurt him right ?" he taunts, nudging the treats in his hands towards the little boy. shouto smiles at the nickname used for his father, and finally takes one of the candies, popping one in his mouth as his brother does the same.

"how was school ?" touya asks after a minute, shouto visibly slumps, drawing little shapes on his homework sheet. touya's eyebrows furrow. "no good ?" wordlessly, shouto shakes his head.

"i know i'm not going anymore." the white haired boy sighs, shoulders slouching as his hunch was proven correct. "i heard you and the nanny talk about it."

"oh shit, you did ?"

"swear." shouto dodges, touya can't hide the roll of his eyes. "yeah, sorry, sorry.. you heard me ?"

the boy nods, "did yn get sad when you told her ?" at that, he frowns, bangs in his face but touya clearly sees his little lower lip wobble.

"yn said she wanted to get married. and i said okay, but then i said i didn't wanna anymore..and she got mad at me."

"oh yeah ?" he nods again, the movements of his pencil against his work sheet stop. he speaks so sadly, in a way touya has never heard his brother speak besides when he'd come to him crying at night and when their mother was taken away.

"she said she hates me."

touya feels his heart break. shouto's always been his weird little brother ever since he was born. he was ten years old when shouto had popped out and honestly back then he was weird too. he was pudgy and loud, and he always had this weird little look on his face, fuyumi would tell him that he was just copying the look touya would give him. but that was stupid, he didn’t look that ugly.

but then his weirdo little brother started crawling over to him, started toddling his little feet in touya's direction constantly the moment he managed to drag himself up on his two feet. pudgy little hands reaching out for him even as he pushed him away. and then he'd fall straight on his face and instead of crying he'd just..try again. reaching for his older brother with his big weird two coloured eyes and drooley mouth. touya knew he'd get in trouble if his brother fell over again and he ended up with a mark on his big forehead.

so begrudgingly, he let his brother cling onto him. and he keeps doing it at eleven, and thirteen because he'd get in trouble for pushing his little brother around. but as he reached fifteen, sixteen and seventeen, he could admit that he kind of liked being the favourite. the one his youngest brother always ran up to quicker and quicker the better he learned to walk. he liked being the oldest that his youngest brother could rely on to let him cling to.

he likes being touya-nii, the coolest older brother in the world in the drawing shouto had given him once. it was crude, he doesn't look like that at all. and he definitely didn't tear up when he'd gotten it. but he still has it in his desk drawer.

"i'm sure she doesn't mean that, shou.." he tries, putting a hand on his brother's shoulder, "'m sure she was just mad. you know how people get when they're mad."

"but yn isn't like that. she doesn't get mad, she's always happy. and she wasn't, 'cus of me. 'cus i lied." shouto's voice breaking breaks touya into a million pieces. "c'mon," he coaxes, opening his arms up for his brother to jump in, which he does, like he always has.

shouto's never had friends, or bullies that touya's known of, besides that no name brat that yn had beat up for him from what he'd heard (he laughed very hard when shouto had told him the news, you were sick as shit). he's never had to deal with this before, it must hit him just that much harder to have to lose a friend. for something he didn't even do or have a choice in. it makes touya's blood boil. touya the coolest brother in the world wouldn't have let this, wouldn't have let his fathers bullshit happen to his youngest brother who doesn't know any better like he once did. until he did, and then it was too late.

he was ruined, but shouto isn't.

"do you still wanna be friends with yn ?" shouto stiffens, but nods into his brother's chest. he blinks away little tears when touya pulls at his shoulders so their eyes could meet.

"do you wanna tell her that ?" shouto's eyes widen. he nods hesitantly, but his eyes drift towards the floor. "but she's ignoring me, i don't like it." he mumbles. touya squeezes at his youngest brother's shoulders to get him to look at him again, putting on his best smirk.

"don't worry about it, yeah ? touya-nii'll do somethin' about it." he answers easily. shouto's eyes brighten, and he hugs the older boy tightly, who hugs him right back. touya likes being the oldest when it's this, not when he has to take the blame for stupid shit, not when he has to set the example for his younger siblings. but when his siblings rely on him, when they trust him to make everything right, and he's big bro touya who gets shit done.

shouto doesn't know what to do now that he's not going to school. it’s been two days now he doesn't know why he bothered with his work sheet since he knew he wasn't going back, just routine he guessed.

lunch break should've passed by now, class would be out soon. he wonders how you're doing today. maybe you're still sad, or maybe you've already made some new friends. his teachers were supposed to be let known a day ago that he wasn't coming back as his father told him so this morning, so you must know by now. he wonders if you're happy about it, and that just makes him sad, so he tries not to. he tries not to think about it but all he wants is to see you.

maybe you're worried about him, or maybe you're hanging out on the swings with someone else already. asking them their favourite ice cream flavour and they're not weird like him, so they'll actually be able to give you one and not answer "i don't have ice cream enough to know." like he did. you'll ask them their favourite colour, and they won't think about it as long as him, they won't shrug like he did. they'll smile back at you and be able to match you and they'd be the one to hold your hand, not him.

shouto doesn't hate much. in fact, he can't think of anything he hates more than this.

training is tiring, but it was a bit more bearable because you'd tell him you'd see him tomorrow and he couldn't wait. but now he won't be seeing you again. and you hate him.

he itches at his scar, his father told him not to and his nanny said it would irritate it more. but he can't help it. because if he doesn't he feels like he'll cry. but that's not working either because he feels like crying anyway and his breathing grows heavier. he wishes he could see you and say sorry for lying. he wishes his mom we're here and he could say sorry for scaring her. he wishes he could cuss at his dad the way touya does, he wishes he didn't scare him so much.

the sliding of his door pulls him out of his gloomy thoughts. touya runs a hand through his hair with a heavy sigh, sliding the door shut behind him. one time when he was sixteen, touya had dyed his hair completely black. his mom had made a big deal about it, his father was more than displeased, natsuo found it really funny and fuyumi scolded him, telling him people might mistake him for some type of delinquent. "or even worse, a criminal !" shouto didn't see what the problem was, he thought it looked really cool. but he'd changed it back to white soon after. "i just felt like it at the time." is what he says every time.

"hey, you okay ?" he breathes, kneeling in front of his younger brother shouto nods. his eyebrows furrow as he brings a hand up to his face “stop itching at that.” he chides, pulling shouto’s hand away from his face before he continues.

"hey, today's a school day, yeah ? and yn's at school ?" shouto tilts his head in confusion, but nods. touya smirks. grabbing onto his brother's arm and pulling him towards the door where he tells him to put on his shoes. shouto obeys, but when he’s told to hop on the back of touya's motorcycle, he finally asks where they're going. his older brother sends him a lopsided grin, and drops his too big helmet onto his head roughly, tightning it and clipping it shut.

"we're goin' to school." he answers easily.

apparently, you’re going to the beach in two weeks.

last night during dinner, that’s what your parents had announced since you get a little break from school. you’d been ecstatic about it at first, you love going to the beach. except when it’s too hot, because the sand burns under your feet. but most of the time it’s fun even if seagulls are a little scary, and maybe you’ll even get to pet someone’s dog.

but now, you’re sitting in class and you realize. shouto didn’t come to school today. again.

but you don’t care.

you thought he was just late yesterday, that usually happened when his oldest brother touya (the super cool one) had to drop him off, but then first period passed, then lunch and then school had ended and he still wasn’t here.

you don’t care, though. you really don’t. but you’re desk feels so empty without someone sitting next to you so it’s awkward. and usually, shouto helps you with math problems you don’t get, but he wasn’t there during math. and you had no one to sit with at lunch, or on the swings either.

and you don’t care, but you feel a little bad about telling him you hated him.

shouto lied to you. that means he’s a liar and you hate liars, that was true. but you don’t hate shouto. you don’t think you can. you’re convinced you hate tanaka for what he did to shouto despite your parents telling you that hate is a strong word and you shouldn’t casually say it. but you do.

shouto made you angry just like tanaka did, and you hate tanaka. but you still don’t hate shouto. because shouto’s your first ever real friend. and you want to say sorry for saying you hate him. it’s lonely without him holding your hand, on the swings, or sitting next to you.

there’s a pit in your stomach and you feel like crying, you wish you could go to the beach with shouto. you don’t know if he’d like to swim much. he seems more like he’d like to make sand castles.

you really want to know.

when he comes back, you’ll say sorry for sure.

later that day, your teacher pulls you aside to tell you shouto won’t be coming to school anymore.

"i'm taking shouto to school tomorrow."

eyes identical to his settled on touya. endeavor remains silent as he briefly glances at his son.

“i keep telling you to knock before barging in.” he says coldly, fixing his gaze back on his paperwork.

“and i keep telling you i don’t give a damn.” touya says just as coldly, “we’re going tomorrow, and you’re going to let us without making a fuss.” he bargains, gaze fixed on his father’s back. he sees his fist clench and holds back a smirk, it’s always fun seeing the old man get mad.

“who do you think you are giving me orders ?” the older man grits out, voice still even “you’re in no place to bargain with me, especially not after i got a call from your school about your behavior again. touya scoffs, he never lets the school shit go does he ? it’s not like he really cares, simply trying to hold something over to boy’s head.

“ ‘m saying this for you, pops.” touya shrugs “you might not realize it, but shouto really wants to go to school. kid even made a friend.” endeavor scoffs harshly at his sounds words.

“so what ? he can easily make more.”

touya’s eyebrows furrow. he grits his teeth “no he can’t. kid’s a major weirdo. this is his first ever friend.” he feels his fists clenching despite telling himself he’ll keep calm, “he managed to make a friend who’s just as weird as him, and he’s really depressed about it. i doubt he’ll want to do any training right now.”

“he will.” his father answers smoothly.

“nah, he won’t.” touya answers just as smoothly, or he tries to. he’s sure his father can pick up on the anger in his voice because he sighs.

“it’s already been done, i’ve already warned the school about it.”

“so just tell them you changed your mind. what’re they gonna do about it ? you’re the number two aren’t you ?” touya tries not to sound too smug about the slight taunt. a sore spot that his father hated to be reminded of was that he was always a close second. in a way, just like he is.

“look, you can do whatever you want. but..” he pauses, his father looks back at him slightly. he keeps his eyes locked on his “shouto likes going to school. pretty sure it’s the highlight of his day, which in itself is fucking weird. but he’s just like that. he’s always been like that.” he chuckles humorlessly. “but he’s met someone he can be as weird as he wants to be with for the first time ever, and i don’t think he’ll take it very well if you just take that from him. might even impact his training..” he trails off, finishing with a shrug “but that’s just my theory.”

endeavor keeps his gaze and touya thinks this plan might be a bust. looks like his father really was a stone cold asshole. but he sighs gruffly, touya looks surprised as he grips at his temples and huffs out “i’ll do something about it. close the door behind you.” shooing him away with his hand, no more words leave his mouth. touya doesn’t say anything else either as he leaves. he wonders if he should leave the door just a smidge open to piss his father off, but he decides not to risk it for now. another time.

but for now, touya-nii managed to do something, and he smirks to himself.

shouto doesn’t really know what he’ll say to you. he’s worried you still hate him, because he’d been told that hate was a strong word and you shouldn’t say it thoughtlessly. he’s sure he hates tanaka, because he’d punched you that one time you fought for him. but he worries that you feel for him the same way you do for tanaka.

he wonders if his words can come out as smoothly as the main leads in the movies when they try to make up with their love interest towards the end of the movie, if he can woo you and make you want to marry him again and say you don’t hate him. he doesn’t have time to think anymore because touya’s bike slows to a stop, not in front of a red light. because he sees the shape of his school, he gets a bad feeling in his stomach.

“you see her anywhere ?” touya grunts pulling him off his bike. shouto always thought it looked really cool, but it was really loud and it hurt his ears sometimes when touya would rev it on purpose to annoy fuyumi. shouto scans the area, classes should be done by now. shouto knows sometimes your bag takes a bit of time to close properly, so he thinks maybe you’re taking a little longer. he shakes his head. he feels touya ruffle his hair, probably to reassure him. or to fix it after being under a helmet for so long. he hopes his hair doesn’t look too messy in front of you.

more people start leaving, and the more he sees of his classmates the more he worries. he sees some students pointing towards him, and he knows it’s probably because of his older brother’s huge bike. but it feels like they’re talking about him, about how you hate him. he doesn’t like it. he feels his older brother’s hands still in his hair. and he feels a bit better because he’s here.

“oh, isn’t there her right there ?” shouto’s eyes widen. and he sees you walk a but further from him. you’re kicking at some rocks under your feet and there’s a pout on your lips. you’re not smiling and shouto finds it extremely hard to call out to you. his lips just won’t move. then you’re eyes are wide as your eyes land on him, because his older brother calls out for you instead. shouto freezes as you march over, he thinks maybe you’ll push him again. but you just stand in front of him, eyes still wide.

“i thought you weren’t coming anymore.” it’s weird to hear you speak to him, your voice yelling at him hasn’t left his mind. he grips his hands together as his gaze locks onto the floor. he hears touya say that there’s been some changes done, changes that he knows nothing about but he nods anyway.

shouto doesn’t have a big speech planned. he doesn’t even know if he can look at you right now, but he thinks as long as he just says what he thinks, he can hope you'll understand.

“are you still mad at me..?”

you stay quiet for a bit “a little bit..” you admit. you don’t sound angry, shouto clenches his fists. he dares peek at you.

“..do you still hate me ?” shouto bites his lip, awaiting your answer. he sees you toeing at your shoe.

“..no,” shouto looks up at you then, wide eyed. this time you’re the one who won’t meet his gaze. “i lied..i was angry..that makes me a liar too then.” shouto gets closer to you after a pause. you blink at him, his eyes look even prettier now that you’re seeing them up close again, one surrounded by red. he shakes his head furiously.

“you’re not a liar..i lied first..” he trails off. shouto doesn’t have a big speech ready. he can’t woo you like the cool guys in movies can. but he can tell you what he thinks, because you’ll understand.

“ do you still wanna get married ? i lied when i said i didn’t want to, ‘m sorry..” he looks up at you then, a determined flicker in his eyes that stuns you, his eyes shine like this.

“i’ll ask you this time, if you want to. you won't have to ask me everything all the time. i’ll ask you again when we’re grown ups until you say yes.” you’re stunned. you don’t think you ever heard him say so many words in a row. usually you ask him questions and he usually responds, shortly. but he does anyway. you were happy with that, you were happy to ask and with him listening. it made you happy because he listened to you.

but shouto wants to marry you, and he wants to be the one to ask you. you’d been so proud of yourself for not crying throughout the day, but you feel tears cloud your eyes. you smack your hands against your face to hide them. shouto jumps, asking you if you’re okay.

“‘m sorry, shou ! i called you a liar an-an’ i said i hated you, but i didn’t mean it” you mumble, voice wobbly “c-cus you’re my best friend !”

“you’re my best friend too..” slowly, you feel him wrap his arms around you. usually, you’re always the one hugging shouto first, especially at his left side because it’s warmer. he says he doesn’t like it but he let’s you hold him anyway and when it’s colder you’re always standing on his left before you can realize it. he’s warm like this and you missed him, so you squeeze him back with all your might. he stumbles a bit but doesn’t let you go.

“i don’t like when you’re sad.” he says simply, pulling a way so he could smooch your cheeks together in his palms. it makes you laugh hard and smile bright, like the sun but not when it’s in his eyes. when it’s beaming softly against his skin and it feels nice. he smiles back at you softly and shouto’s sure he wants to be with you forever. even if natsu-nii had joked that he was too young to know he’d get married to you when he’d told him, shouto knows he’s wrong for sure. and he reaches for your hand. it feels normal again, shouto's sure it'll always feel like this as long as he's with you. normal and fitting perfectly just like your hand in his.

you cling to him and bounce on the balls of your feet like your argument had never happened, touya sees you talking his brother’s ear off about what he’d missed at school, that his classmate had gotten in trouble for fighting and that you had a test due next week. all he can think about is how…easy that was. sure, you’re both still kids. but..really ? he shrugs it off, maybe it was just a weirdo thing.

you ask shouto if he wants to go to the beach with you, shouto hesitates and before he can say anything, touya speaks “sure he can.” he says simply. you squeal, swinging shouto’s arms around and telling him about all the fun the beach is, touya personally doesn’t like it much. too hot.

shouto blinks up at him, and the older boy sends him a wink. touya thinks he’s never seen his little brother smile so wide about anything before. he can admit it's pretty sweet, it makes him smile just slightly too.

as they ride home, shouto rambles about what you’d told him at every stop light, touya hums and offers him a few “oh yeah ?”s and “that so ?”s even though he was literally there the entire time and heard everything. but he’s pretty sure his little brother had completely tuned him out with his sole focus being you.

what a total weirdo, how can you just completely tune out someone standing right behind you ? so weird. but touya can’t help but smile to himself as he rambles about his day at the beach two weeks from now. his weirdo little brother could tune others out all he wants, but he’s sure he’ll never tune you out. cus you’re just as weird as each other and touya’s sure he’ll be just fine.

[inkykeiji]

I love when you add in those little slips of reader calling touya-nii baby or babe!!! ive been with my bf for a long time and we honestly rarelyy say babe lmaoo we both have long Italian first names and we consider our nicknames cute and fitting but he’ll call me baby when I’m rlly upset and need his comfort

aw anon!!! thank you for sharing this with me!! <3 i totally get that!!! because this little detail was actually taken from my own experiences; i very rarely call my boyfriend ‘baby’, i usually only end up using that term of endearment when he’s having a rough time. so i gave tnii’s reader that lil quirk too hehe ( ˃̶ω˂̶ ૃ) because touya just seems like the type to i dunno just like ??? not be ‘baby’.

i think canon dabi uses ‘baby’ liberally though

[deadhands69]

Masterlist: My Hero Academia

* all gn + afab for smut unless otherwise noted *

Tomura Shigaraki

Villain Radio

Band & Roommate AU (quirkless) | heavily features the LOV [ongoing] [fluff//LOW angst//short & easy reads]

In The Stacks

A mysterious library patron catches your eye, seeking information about his past life. You help him, stirring up your own past in the process. [complete] [fluff//smut//yandere//post-canon] [wc: 20k+]

A New End

A few years after being kicked out of UA, you find yourself in the LOV. You'd never seen yourself as a villain but everyone is incredibly welcoming. Eventually, you even begin to see your standoffish new boss in another light. Will your future vision quirk be able to change what's coming? [complete] [fluff//smut//fix-it] [wc: 30k+]

By A Thread

A quiet night in your cottage shifts drastically when Tomura Shigaraki arrives cursed at your doorstep in need of help. You brew a potion strong enough to save him, but the cost of it is enough to shift the course of your lives. [in progress] [fluff//witchy AU] [wc: currently sub 10k]

Oneshots/Headcanons/Requests/etc:

Misunderstandings [fluff] The Exorcism [crack?? fluff?] Nightclub [fluff] Vanilla [smut 🎂] A Small Gift [fluff 🎂] Suprise! [🎂 crack//SMAU] Concrete Dust [fluff] Wounds [fluff] Claw Marks [platonic//angst] You Started It [fluff] Don't Fall in Love With Me [fluff] Proposal Fic [fluff] My Hero [angst//fluff] Why is Tomura Shigaraki Kicking You Out of Bed? [crack] Black Coffee [fluff] Online Girlfriend [Loser!Shigaraki] [smut] Ghost [angst//fluff] Three Words [fluff] Blankets [Depression Comfort//Fluff] In Your Cold Apartment [angst] Attention [smut] Pretty Lights [fluff] You Love It When He Relaxes [smut] Tomura Shigaraki Helps w/a Sex Quirk pt 1 [suggestive] Tomura Shigaraki Helps w/a Sex Quirk pt 2 [smut]

Loser!Shigaraki variant x Villain Reader These all exist in the same universe; kept semi-in order

Candy Cane [very suggestive//lightly smutty ❆] Laundry Detergent [very suggestive//lightly smutty] Cute When You Stutter [5 part short Valentine's series] [fluff//smut] [wc: 6.4k]

Fem!Shigaraki variant

Bra Shopping [fluff//crack?] Claw Machine // Staying In // Girl Dinner [fluff & smut]

Katsuki Bakugo

Something More

[fuckboy!Bakugo x Reader] Katsuki Bakugo has always made it a point to be your biggest enemy. When you're paired together on a school project, will you learn to tolerate each other (or more???) [fem leaning gn/afab] [complete] [fluff//smut] [wc: 19k]

Oneshots/Headcanons/Requests/etc:

Birthday Wishes [fluff] Knight!Katsuki x Royal Fem Reader [smut] His First BJ [smut] Turbulence [smut] Where Kodamas Live [fluff] Filling Space [smut//angst] Ramen & Rain [fluff] Passenger Seat [smut] A Nice Fantasy with Nice Shoulders [Sex Quirk][fluff//smut] A Nice Fantasy with Nice Shoulders Follow Up [fluff//smut]

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

Oneshots/Headcanons/Requests/etc:

Harder, Softer, Harder [Sex Quirk] [smut] In the Bathroom is Where I Want You [smut]

Mei Hatsume

Oneshots/Headcanons/Requests/etc:

Late Night Writing [fluff] Bubblegum [fluff//suggestive]

Other Characters

For Sappho [Kyoka Jiro x Reader] [smut] I Never Told You What I Do For A Living [Hitoshi Shinso x Reader][angst//fluff] Under the Christmas Tree [Shouto Todoroki x Reader] [smut ❆] Exhibitionist [Shota Aizawa x Reader] [smut] Plant Store Date [Ibara Shiozaki x photography quirk reader] [fluff]

Multiple Characters

Hitching a Ride

[Tomura Shigaraki x Reader] [Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Reader] You happen to end up with the perfect getaway ride: jumping in a van with the League of Villains. Destination unknown, you join them on a road trip filled with romantic tension, awkward tropes, and, of course, some light crimes. separate Dabi/Shig routes Generally intended to be shorter/quick reads, lighthearted, no angst. [complete] [fluff/suggestive] [wc: 10k]

The Changing

[Class 1-A & Reader; League of Villains] There's something not right in your UA class and you're going to get to the bottom of it. A series of short entries adding up to a short story. [complete + ongoing offshoots] [horror//crack] [wc: 7.8k]

Oneshots/etc:

Lights. Camera. Action? [Tomura Shigaraki, Spinner, Dabi x Reader] [crack//very suggestive//lightly smutty] Luckiest Person in the Room [Katsuki Bakugo x Shouto Todoroki x Reader] [fluff//smut] Speeding Cars [various characters] [platonic//angst//comfort]

Headcanons

Hide and Seek in Ikea [class 1-a] [crack] Pre-Relationship Jealousy [masc: class 1-A] [light angst//crack] Karaoke: Heroes [crack] Karaoke: League of Villains [crack] Be my Valentine?: Heros (masc) [crack ❤︎] Be my Valentine?: Heros (fem) [crack ❤︎] Be my Valentine?: League of Villains [crack ❤︎] Tattoos: part 1 part 2 [crack] League of Villains Choosing a Holiday Movie [crack ❆] League of Villains Throwing a Holiday Party [crack ❆] League of Villains Holiday Party: The Aftermath [crack ❆] Sitting by them on a Flight [crack] Escape Room: Class 1-A [crack] Escape Room: League of Villains [crack] Concert Dates [fluff//crack] League of Villains on Halloween [crack 👻]

[accidentcache]

Touya being forced to interact with his ex because they still work in the same place and can't afford to find somewhere else

stared at this prompt and then fob came on. so surprise surprise. no quirk au!

touya's arms were crossed tightly over his chest, his back ached from slouching in the hard plastic chair positioned just outside his boss' office. his foot tapped against the linoleum-- probably the only sign of anxious behavior that he's choosing to show.

he's been waiting for how long? ten minutes so far? on his boss to finish whatever conversation, meeting-- whatever-- so he could talk to him about getting more hours or switching areas.

it's been months and every shift with you is torture. he would've thought you found another job by now after the two of you split. it would be just like you to be stubborn about staying-- but either you're trying to make the pain harder or in the same situation he's in-- stuck and struggling to get out.

touya jumped ever so slightly when the door swings open, but the scowl deepens when he sees you make your way out. there's a weird heavy bitterness that forms in his chest whenever he sees you now. he wasn't one to smile before, but even more so now does the curl of his lip turn downwards.

he doesn't miss the way you jump slightly when you notice him off to the side. how your eyes scan him for the briefest of moments-- he tries to ignore it. but upon seeing him, you step back into the boss' office; mumble something that he doesn't catch before you're stepping back out.

"he'll be with you in a moment," you mumble, just loud enough for him to hear. there's a wave of peony that wafts by that follows your form and touya feels his stomach curl.

the last time you wore that perfume was weeks ago. he remembers because that was a shift where it was shockingly cordial between the both of you. and he remembered just how sweet you smelled when you walked by ever so often to grab your orders.

he forgot you had that perfume, honestly. was it one that he had gifted you? or was it one that you bought yourself? he couldn't remember.

"hope it's nothing important," you add, there's a strange tension in your tone. you stop just short of the water fountain just a couple steps away from the office. "i don't think he's in a good mood today."

touya feels his skin itch. if he could just get you to spare more than just a glance at him, to really look at him-- he could show you that he misses you. that he's sorry. just look deeper than the patchwork of skin that litters his body and see him; like you used to.

"i just," touya clears his throat, the rough and scratchy tone still remains however. too many cigarettes and screaming in his one bedroom studio apartment have ruined his vocal chords. "i just wanted to talk to him about my hours."

"oh," your lips purse. he doesn't know whether to take it as surprise or emptiness like he's to from you lately. "more or less?"

"more," touya huffs out with he tries to frame as a laugh. "tryna get out of that fuckass apartment."

the corner of your mouth twitches. you knew all to well just how much of a shithole his apartment was. more often than not, touya was staying over at your place the entirety of your relationship. he knows the layout of your apartment better than he knew the way home to his.

you finish filling your waterbottle at the fountain and keep your breaths even, measured. your chest feels tight, restricted under your uniform shirt. you look back, forcing a polite smile on your lips that you know he can see past.

"good luck," you find yourself saying. "you'll need it."

touya only nods in response, watching as you make yourself further down the hall.

oh, the torture of small talk with someone you used to love.

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