#if tomura is going to see how much love and support izuku got i’m going to throw myself on the floor don’t!!torture him!!!!😭no!

[slayersins]

izuku is going to see tomura’s memories…honey you got a big storm coming

#if tomura is going to see how much love and support izuku got i’m going to throw myself on the floor don’t!!torture him!!!!😭no! #even though we needed izuku literally get inside his head i’m happy we got to the point when someone going to see tomura and understand #him completely #my headcanon is the only thing still keeping horikoshi at it beside the corporate sharks is that he wants justice for tenko #i’m actually excited about the next chapter again 😤 #it’s been a while

[vrisrezis]

General hcs for ur Bnha favs and a trans s/o (bonus points for trans Bnha hcs u have lol)

YASSSSSSSSS anyways I’m here for the transfem hcs I’m sorry . It’s always my preference since I have a trans gf LOL <3 I love transmasc hcs too ofc tho

Tw since I mention some .. “parental” figures being transphobic

Also when I say aka I just mean that the hc is they changed their name to whatever new name I put .

Katsuki - Aka Suki she/her transfem

She’s always supportive of a trans s/o, a lot of her support would be shown through helping you pick outfits out. She has a really good fashion sense so she’s able to help out regardless of gender, and it’s easy for her to recognize what clothes would make you the most comfortable. She’s good at a lot of fashion shit, hair, hats, etc she’s got it down.

Izuku - Aka izumi she/her transfem

Much more vocal than suki would be about being supportive. Always makes you feel valid in your identity and nobody has the right to make you feel bad about yourself because of it. Shes much more into positive affirmations when it comes to how you identify. She knows for some it’s hard to believe but she will do everything in her power to make sure you believe it and to make sure you’re content with yourself.

Touya - aka Dabi she/they transfem and non binary

Dabi knows what it’s like to be treated like shit for how you identify so she truly sympathizes with you. They’re always there for you though, and is also really patient when it comes to you coming out. It’s really a different experience when your both criminals, but she will burn anybody to a crisp that tries to make you feel like shit for how you identify. She knows how to do piercings, tattoos, etc so if it helps you feel more gender euphoria she’s glad to assist.

Tenko - aka tomura she/it transfem and non binary

It always listens to you when you wanna vent about anything, she understands tbh. Even her supposed caretaker isn’t the most accepting of how it identifies, but she’s at a point in her life where it could care less. However she wants you to be comfortable. Not the best with good clothing but had toga to help out with that. Really just a good listener and being a person that can truly understand you.

Himiko she/her transfem

Toga is sooo accepting and really great at helping you transition and with your fashion sense. Doesn’t matter who it is, she’s so quick to threaten if anyone makes the grave mistake of misgendering you, on purpose or not she does not take that lightly in the slightest. Especially since she knows what it was like for both her and big sis magne.

Rumi she/her transfem

If your nervous about coming out, miruko will detect it quickly and makes you wonder why you were even nervous in the first place. She can be overwhelming with her support, but she means well. Always going out her way to buy you things that she thinks would look super cute on you and would affirm your gender identity, she is patient with you for once in her life as well lmao. She’s all kinds of good when it comes to you and how you identify.

Fuyumi transfem she/her

So sweet to you, she makes you feel so comfortable and makes sure you know to take your time with things. It’s okay to not come out to everyone right away, or at all if it’s for safety reasons. She’s always there for you, and she loves you always. This simply doesn’t change a thing. Is happy to help you out if you need advice on how to transition. There’s no proper way, anyhow.

Shouto she/her transfem (I feel like she’d keep her name)

Accepting of course. I think she doesn’t see it as a big deal but she’s of course going to support you and any needs you may have. She’s not knowledgeable on a lot of gender identities outside of being trans, non binary or genderfluid so any other identity needs to be explained but she learns very quickly. She’s also a great listener when you want to vent.

Mina transfem she/her

So loving and accepting, she’s so excited to help you transition in any way you want. But please tell her if she’s rushing you, she gets in over her head and gets wayyy too excited about helping you out. It’s just that transitioning made her so happy and made her into a person she likes, and she wants you to have that confidence about yourself too!

Ejirou transmasc he/him

Very supportive as always, no surprise there. He’s loving and does everything in his power to help you transition and feel more confident in yourself. Will refrain from calling you manly if it makes you uncomfortable because he loves you so much and never wants you to feel bad about yourself.

Denki non binary he/they

Such a supportive boyfriend wow, always there to lift your confidence up. More masculine, they will match with you. More feminine? Same deal. You’re always supportive of their dresses and skirts, of course he’s supportive of you and every choice you make. Pretty bad fashion sense though, only reason they have it decent is because of their mother lol.

Kyoka transmasc non binary he/him

He is supportive and has a sick fashion sense so he can always help you out. Always there for good support, and he and momo help you out a lot. Denki too tbh lol. He’s also good at listening and helping you get your frustrations out through scream singing lol.

Fumikage transmasc non binary they/them

They’re good at listening, as well as giving banger ass advice on dealing with people and dealing with some “inner demons” and they’re always a good person to vent to about things. They like picking out goth clothes for you.

Hanta he/they/it genderfluid

So helpful, the kinda guy to make jokes about you both being trans too LOL they can’t help it… it’s funny … but other than jokes from time to time sero does take your identity seriously, but man it’s just not good at fashion. Or even good at advice really. But a good person to lean on when you have nobody else.

Hawks she/her transfem

She’s a good support system, and rich enough to get you any surgery, any clothes, any estrogen (I forget the male version but that too LOL) she’s extremely helpful and kind about it. And so very patient with you about it cause she knows how hard it is being trans. But she will always protect you, in the end.

Neito transmasc he/him

He may be the worst but he’s still good enough to support his love, he’s not transphobic and has always been so supportive with you about things even when he’s not vocal about it. Has a horrible fashion sense but insists he can help you with it and he has better taste in fashion than you do, lol,

Shouta transfem non binary they/she

Aizawa is supportive obviously. Tries to help you and be there for you, they typically will opt for others helping you fashion wise since she’s not the best, but other than that is actually really helpful and gives good advice.

Tamaki non binary transfem they/she

Tries to support you but has horrible fashion sense, leaves that to nejire and mirio. They help out with your transition with other things. Whether it he listening to you vent or trying to make you feel affirmed in your identity.

Nejire transfem she/her

So loudly openly supportive . She has good intentions tho. She just love you a lot and she’s so happy you’ve come out and she wants to help you any way that she can help you even if it’s only a little bit lol.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha x y/n #bnha x trans reader

[quirkwizard]

So Shoji and Koda finally get focus! Love it! But there are still some who need focus. Yuga, Ojiro, Sato, Sero, Shinso, Toru, Denki, and Momo. Tsu, Eijiro, Tenya, and Mina could possibly get moments as well. I also want to see moments for Aizawa, Nezu, and All Might. What are your thoughts on this?

How do you think things have been going in the final arc so far, story wise? We've been getting focus on characters like Shoji and Koda and the mutant stuff. Do you think any other characters going to get any attention soon?

For the sake of this, I’m focusing more on the main plot, the current arc, and the hero side of things. There are some issue I’d like to talk about, like pacing, and characters I want to focus on, like the Shuketsu students, but those are better served in their own meta.

If we're talking structure, I'm mixed. I think that starting with the Dabi fight was a good idea. It got the right amount of time and attention it needed. However, I believe Hori made the wrong move by putting so much focus on the fight with Tomura and All For One at the beginning. I understand these are important, but it feels like we're getting all of the big fights in the first few chapters. It makes the arc feel front-loaded with a lot of the major players. I've been seeing a few of the fans saying the stuff with Shoji is filler or is boring. I strongly disagree since I do like Shoji and I want to see him getting focus. But cutting to this after everything else that's been happening does feel like a jarring change, especially with Izuku really starting to fight All For One. Obviously, a lot of those conflicts have reached a midpoint, like Izuku coming to the fight, Dabi coming back into fray, and All For One getting his old body back. A lot of these are good stopping points, and I'm glad we're glad that we're getting other perspectives. While I am someone who hasn't been bothered by the lack of focus on some of the students, as I think that most of the students get an appropriate amount of focus, I do think that a large war like this is a good opportunity to give them some spotlight.

As for who is going to get more focus going forward, I can make some guesses. I do think the students are going to get attention, but it won't be evenly divided. For example, yes, it's nice that Shoji and Koda are getting focus, but you can clearly tell that Shoji is getting way more focus of the two thus far. I feel like characters like Sato, Ojiro, and kind of Sero are going to get more pushed to the side since they've had little presence in the story thus far. Even their preview during Chapter 353 was short-lived. I think that certain characters may well be more supportive of other characters, like Tenya has been for Shoto and Tsuyu has been for Uraraka in their plots. It's also hard to account for some of the characters. Nezu, Toru, and Shinso have been missing since the new arc started. While I'm sure that Horikoshi has something planned, it's hard to say what it is without knowing where they are. All Might isn't even on the board right now. I definitely think that Aoyama is going to get some focus later on. He's on his own with Fat Gum against a high-ranking assassin and needs to finish up his story line. Mina and Kirishima are clearly the focus of the fight at Gigantomachia. And while they haven't gotten as much attention, mostly supporting Shoto and Ochako, I do hope that Tenya and Tsuyu get some attention given how prominent they were before.

#My Hero Academia #Not Quirks #Mezo Shoji #Koji Koda #Sato Rikido #Ojiro Mashirao #Sero Hanta #MHA Meta #MHA Theory

[ooffies]

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Anon asked: hi!! this is my first time doing an ask- i LOVE youre writing sm and i enjoy everything you make ^^ so i was wondering if you could do hcs for Izuku, Bakugo, Tamaki, and Shigaraki with an s/o who does digital art, but they're kinda self conscious about it cuz they think their art is bad- And like- the characters didnt realize how good their s/o is until they look at an art piece that was left on the screen of the s/o's tablet/computer while they were away from it and are just FUCKING AMAZED- and are just "Why didn't you tell me you were this good-" and maybe even request a piece from them-

Hopefully that made sense- if you dont have time to do it or anything, thats absolutely fine! Anyway- i hope you have a great day/night! Stay hydrated <3

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Izuku, Bakugou, Tamaki, Tomura x gn!reader (separate)

A/n: Ahhhh thank you so much anon that's so sweet of you to say! This is my first time writing for bnha so it might not be great but I still hope you like it! :)

A special thanks to @raes-ramblings for editing this!

❁Izuku❁

Izuku was already aware that you liked drawing

Sometimes you’d show him a quick sketch or two

He’d still encourage you and be your #1 supporter when it comes your art, even though he’s barely seen it

It happened on regular day, classes were over and all the students were settling down and relaxing

You had asked Izuku to go grab your sweater from your room because you were to lazy to get up from the comfortable and very cozy couch in the commons

Once he finished rummaging through your closet  and was about to head out he noticed you left your computer on so he went to turn it off for you

Once he saw your art on the screen his eyes went as wide as saucers do to shock and awe

He was absolutely enticed by the art on the screen

Runs down the common room to gush to you about how amazing he thinks your art is.

He still is very much your #1 supporter and will always shower you with compliments 

❁Bakugou❁

He definitely knew you drew but that’s all he really knows since you never do it in front of him or show him your art

He doesn’t ask about it either because once again he barely knows about it

It was a Friday evening when it happened

You were in your dorm peacefully drawing as you listened to music/podcast or watching a video/show/movie

Without a warning (or even a knock) your door burst open, almost breaking off the hinges

There stood in the doorway was the culprit of your almost broken door, looking at the your poor door and checking to see if broke (because he didn’t want to face the wrath of Aizawa)

He began to stomp towards you but stopped in tracks once he saw your computer screen

He looked at it for a few seconds, his eyes squinting a bit as he was processing the beautiful drawing on the screen

“HUH YOU'RE ACTUALLY GOOD AT DRAWING!?!?!”

“WHAT DO YOU “ACTUALLY GOOD” WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME!?!”

“WELL YOU NEVER SHOWED OR TOLD ME ANYTHING ABOUT YOUR DRAWINGS SO I LOWKEY ASSUMED YOU SUC- *AHEM* WEREN'T GOOD AT IT”

“BAKUGOU KATSUKI I’M GONNA PUNCH THE YOUR FACE IN”

After a few minutes of silly arguing and someone down the hall yelling shut up, he began throw out the compliments and praise

He may not be a super vocal supporter like Izuku but he still is your #1 support 

He’ll just chill with you while you draw, you two just vibe together 

He will always ask to see your new art no matter what, he’ll even ask if you ever finished that piece, ect.

❁Tamaki❁

He definitely knew that you drew but didn’t say/ask much since he knew you are self conscious about 

He definitely still supports you saying even though he’s never seen it he sure it’s gorgeous 

It happened very casually compared to the others

It was just a regular day and you two were chilling in your dorm room. You decided to watch some youtube and you pulled out your computer.

Little did you know, you had your program open.

You panicked and moved to slam your laptop shut, but before you could he grabbed your hand gently

“W-wait, that was so cool! I didn’t know you could draw like that!!” 

You started to blush and stutter and he started to do the same after his sudden burst of confidence came to an end 

You both started laughing in the amidst the embarrassment 

After that he became someone you were very comfortable sharing your art with

He also starts to ask you about it and what you’ve been working on

You two will hangout in you're room and relax together while you draw

❁Tomura❁

Didn’t know that you can draw at all

So you’d often go draw in your room for hours on end he got a bit annoyed

He didn’t know what you were doing in there and it bothered him

You could be taking an insane amount of naps, you could be taking a super long bath, you could be playing video games,...... you…… you could be cheating on him……..?

He got up and began rushing to your room, his mind still wondering down the cheating rabbit hole

He slams the door open causing you to let out a blood-curdling scream and throw you pen across the room

“OH MY GOD WHY DID YOU THAT ARE YOU OKAY?” you asked, you throat still recovering from your scream

He looked at the pen on the ground to the computer screen then to the pen again

You got up from your seat and walkover to him, placing your hand on his arm and rubbing it soothingly

“Tomura babe what’s wrong you’re worrying me” 

“Oh you were just drawing” he said slowly wrapping his arms around you

“Oh y-yeah I was ahaha…..” you said with a nervous chuckle cause it just hit you that he SAW your art

“It’s really good”

He supports your art and always compliments you whenever you show him a new piece, he’s someone you’ve become comfortable sharing your art with

He was also super excited when he saw your artist glove (if you have one) because it looked like his quirk cancelling glove. He’ll hold up one of his hands to yours and say “Look we’re matching” with big, stupid, goofy grin 

But you never truly learned what was bothering him that day and it still kinda bugs ya

#bnha #bnha headcanons #mha #mha headcanons #bakugou x reader #bakugou headcanons #izuku x reader #izuku headcanons #tamaki headcanons #tamaki x reader #tomura headcanons #tomura x reader #bnha bakugou #bnha izuku #bnha tamaki #bnha tomura #my writing

[jazz-my-soul]

All for one is Deku’s father theory (LONG READ!)

Before i start i want to mention that this is just my theory and my opinion about it

It is not a fact and i can be wrong about it

That being said let’s start

What we know about Hisashi Midoriya is 3 things at very best

first two which we can confim is that

a) He work’s aboard

b) He breaths fire

There are 2 scenes in manga panel which is being mentioned

(not as important but i will mention it)

and THIS ONE WHICH IS VERY IMPORTANT with way it is worded

I understand that they are lot of people who believe that Hisashi is just a hardworking husband working aboard to provide for his family but what has been bothering me is that he is never mentioned in the conversation between Inko and Izuku.

What is weird to me is that 2 year’s have passed from chapter 1 to 303 and WE do not see Hisashi for example calling, texting or video calling Izuku or his wife to see how they are doing or congratulate his son on his battles.

Deku NEVER MENTIONES him in the story, NEVER.

This is first and only time Inko mention’s him since she say’s “our Izuku” which we can confim that she mean’s her and Hisashi but we can also see that she clearly love’s her husband and she believes he would be happy and proud at his accomplishments.

Now let’s say that All for one is indeed Izuku’s son which could prove somethings 

a) fire breathing should be obvious one since he possesed many quirks so let’s assume that he only told Inko that he has fire breathing quirk

b) his absence from the family

now the tricky part is that we can’t prove that Izuku seen him as 14 year old and so but if he didn’t then we can assume since he got the deadly injury from All might, it is pretty possible that he wouldn’t show his face around his wife and son give them fact that he need’s life support to live.

c) Truth be told, Izuku and All for one have some things in common

They both share love for quirks and interests in their abilites, they both know how to make good use of them and they both are VERY smart in their usage of them. 

Izuku even fighting with out a quirk managed to go one on one with Bakugo with only his memory of what he written in his notes.

This scene also show’s it very well

(in english dub Torino also say’s “this kid will grow up to be a real monster”)

Just proving how dangerous Izuku can be (even tho of course he is using it to do good) but it just show’s how little he need’s in order to improve.

Also as All for one, Shigaraki is very passionate and he know’s how to sting in people heart’s to see their reaction, in All for one vs All might, he knew which buttons to press and even tho he is clam person, he also showed to be get angry which personaly reminds me of Izuku vs Shoto.

Izuku vs Shoto, i mean as how Izuku was irritated that Shoto didn’t use his other side to win the battle, Izuku knew exactly what words to say in order to move Shoto foward (of course, Izuku’s actions had good intentions) but my point is that Izuku know’s what word’s to use to help people and move them while All might know’s to do opposite BUT THEY DO WORK.

Also deku’s face can be very dang intimidating and scray when he actually get’s angry

and my very last manga panel which probably show’s something is this one

left side of his body in shadow’s while his right side is at light (which show’s in his eye’s)

I believe we are getting small hints about this theory but again i don’t want to say these things as fact’s.

All for one did said to All might’s face how he is aware that he chosen new successor and how of a pathetic teacher All might truly is. 

There is a good detailed look at fight between Deku and AFO-Shigaraki written by @psychomurderz which gives a good outlook at the dad for one theory.

There is very last thing which i want to say and maybe try to give my opinion and that is “Why would he do it?”

Personally i think that All for one did wanted to have his own family, since his brother died and i believed he did loved his own brother (or perhaps we can call it his own twisted love) but he did have some care for him. After the death of his own brother, i assume that he wanted to have a family or to see if his own child inherit anykind of quirk. (maybe as an experiment of sorts)

Honestly it can be that he picked Inko because she reminded him of his own brother and he wanted to have a child with somebody who can actually raise his child. It can’t be proven if he loved her or just manipulated her but if i were to quess i would say yes, there was some form of love there.

And as for All for one loving Izuku, it is pretty clear that he does tend to avoid about talking to Izuku as much as possible and even when he took over Tomura’s body WE never see what kind of a expression he makes to him. Which is better explained by the person who i tagged so please give it a read

If dad for one in the end becomes cannon there is actually some interesting thing to pick up and that is that Tomura (villain) is related to Nana Shimura (hero and the 7th user of one for all), while Deku who admires heros and All might is son of all for one the greatest villain) (not confiming it to be clear).

In the end this all can be wrong and Deku’s dad is truly a normal person with fire breathing quirk but i can’t say that i don’t see why it is a bad theory. Dad for one does make sense in it’s own way.

Of course i’m aware that they are some people who would call it cliche and overused but honestly, i don’t see anything wrong with overusing tropes as long they work in their  own story. 

#dad for one #izuku #deku #izuku midoriya #all for one #one for all

[oh-katsuki]

i’m prolly not rly gonna full on write it. maybe the occasional drabble abt it but i am not good enough with plot. majority, if not all tbh, of the things i write has little plot bc i just am not creative enough. writing shit above 3k words to me is insanely difficult so pls feel free to write on it all u want.

idk just there r a few lyrics that rly strike me in the album. like “nd now i'm picking her apart, like cutting her down make you miss my wretched heart, but she's beautiful, she looks kind, she probably gives you butterflies” i can just imagine them seeing izuku like “she’s so much better than me, isn’t she?” and even deja vu and jealousy jealousy also when the reader sees like ochako succeeding and her and izuku just being the cutest couple and jealous that they all got the luxury of the hero life when they were just flat out told they weren’t good enough for it. and i also see like izuku not even sticking up for them when they left ua. not even a “no they can be a hero!” none of that. he just let them go. maybe the reader has some kind of destructive quirk similar to that of tomura that literally they just aren’t meant to be a hero but they want to so bad and prove that anyone can be a hero but then shitty hero society is like “no”

but what a plot twist if the reader was like in love w dabi or smth like the reader went from the sweetest guy (izuku) to the coldest mf imaginable (dabi) and izuku is just like “how did this happen” just angst angst angst

anyways u have free reign over the idea and it all do what u wish w it bc y r such a wonderful writer and i think u could write rly nice stuff on this

-throaty :)

u r so genius and so smart and ur brain is ginormous.

this concept is so HNGGGGG HNGNGGGGGGG JFBJVHERBHJKBVHJR

if i wrote a drabble on this i would make it the saddest... most gut wrenching thing...... and then give also the FILTHIEST porn. a hate-fuck.... mayhaps... some possessiveness.... perhaps a sprinkle of feelings......

god GOD... or... you feeling so betrayed by the people who were meant to support you that AFTER running into izuku you just... fuck the living shit out of dabi. not necessarily bc you love him but because he tends to feed that type of resentment and ofc... he doesn't mind being used if it means he gets to fuck you. like... just going to dabi and letting him into your body because you're so ANGRY and it's a quick fix. GRRRRR

#[ 🏩 – chatting ] #throaty my beloved <3 #U R SO SMMART #GOD #IM FROTHING #if u ever write any drabbles on this... LMK (if ur comfy w it ofc)

[itsnothingofinterest]

BNHA is a series that really loves foils and parallels. This is an understandable love, because it’s a cool concept, and it’s generally agreed BNHA does it in cool ways. The way the villain trio each foil one of the main UA students, or Endeavor & his family and Ujiko & his Nomu, Izuku again and Shinsou…Hawks & Twice I guess.

But one that I think is really cool, yet doesn’t really get brought into discussion a whole lot, is All Might & Shigaraki; because those two actually have a lot of interesting similarities. So having notices their similarities, it seems only fair to compare and contrast them. It is my duty as a BNHA meta writer after all. So join me, and let’s go over what cool things these guys have in common.

The way of the Shimura

One thing they have in common is the teachings on Nana…at least in that, every quality All Might learned from Nana is also present in Shigaraki. The near constant smile that exudes an aura of confidence, and the habit of remembering your origin and motivation to power through the toughest of hurdles. And in addition, there’s the fact they even have a plan for the toughest of hurdled like that despite their god-like power; because being OP is no reason not to give it your all like you’re a cornered rat.

But what’s interesting about this is; they got these traits from different sources, and that has an effect on how they use them. All Might learned this stuff from Nana, and its stuff he consciously does as a result. He told Deku once that he smiles to stave off his fear, and his origin power up was preceded by him remembering Nana telling him to remember his origin for a power up. The smile is actually something he’s ended up inadvertently teaching to the next generation, with guys like Deku & Bakugou sporting big grins to mimic their hero.

Shigaraki however, did not learn these traits (I mean he’s obviously not mimicking All Might, and no one ever told him the limit breaking trick). No, instead he almost seems to have inherited these tricks, and as a result he does them far more naturally. He doesn’t stave of his fear with a confident smile, he just is confident. He doesn’t have to remember to get a boost by remembering why he’s fighting, he just kind of does it as soon as things get rough (assuming he doesn’t do it from the word go). And it’s impressive enough that he seemed to figure out the limit breaking trick on his own in the first place. What I’m trying to say is that Shigaraki is better than All Might.

No but I do think it’s a cool detail how they have these traits in common due to their connections to Nana, and how they individualize these traits due to the difference in those relations to Nana.

Literal Symbolism

Moving on to their most ‘neat little’ similarity, and one that’s pretty easy to pick up on, is their status as symbols to their allies and enemies (including civilian level guys on both sides of the conflict). They both have this way of inspiring faith in everyone on one side of the conflict and great fear on everyone on the other. Heck, Shigaraki has on occasion been called a symbol of fear in reference to All Might’s common title as the symbol of peace.

Even if it might be a minor thing overall, I actually think this is the coolest parallel between the two because it’s something nearly equal yet opposite about them; because generally speaking, the people one of them inspires are the people the other terrifies. Those on the heroes side, weather on the front lines or watching on TV, hold All Might in the highest regard and are terrified of Shigaraki & his League of Villains. Conversely; anyone who doesn’t support the heroes, whether they be some level of criminal/villain or just a civ unsatisfied with the current system, tend to be afraid of All Might but find Shigaraki appealing, perhaps even inspiring of hope.

That last bit I think is actually the biggest difference in the types of symbols they are though. Although both inspire fear in their enemies; what All Might inspires in his allies is peace, ease, he is here to save the day. What Shigaraki inspires in the unsatisfied or oppressed is, in some way the opposite; hope. The way things are now is going to change, former certainties are inverted, and things are getting flipped on their head; and for those at the bottom, that sounds like it could turn out pretty good for them. That’s the biggest difference in how those two exist right now.

How to Change the World in 10 Very Violent Steps

But I think the biggest thing they have in common is; Tomura’s goals and the way he goes about getting them are not to dissimilar to how All Might did things when he was starting out.

They both had the same starting point; thinking that society is really messed up and someone should to do something about it. And so under a powerful mentor, they set off to fight against vague bad things like “crime,” “oppression,” “apathy,” “conformity,” & “injustice”; which they quickly figured could be done by fighting specific groups of people responsible for the badness, either ‘villains’ or ’heroes,’ and on occasion some specific person or people on the top for at least a while.

From there, using all their power and great determination, and with a variety of motives from altruistic to rooted in personal revenge, they do all they can to oppose their enemies and bring them down. And anyone who gets in their way, well they get what’s coming to them; and no fuss is made because they probably deserved it if they were working for the bad guys. Besides we know their type; they’re the people who “spread chaos” or “sweep their mistakes under the rug” or whatever. So it’s okay, even if they die. And you may be wonder what I’m talking about because All Might’s never killed anyone; but remember that Hero Aca’s Japan is pretty big on the death sentence if Tartarus’ existence means anything, so he is at least “responsible for deaths.” But again, they deserved it so it’s okay; or at least that’s the mentality.

And honestly, even though we can tell the big difference in morality between their actions; it’s easy to see why Shigaraki couldn’t, and instead see their actions as the same. After all, Shigaraki thinks of the government & specifically those running the hero system as just as despicable as All Might perceived All For One to be…and he is not far off on that so far. But the difference is in those below them. AFO’s empire was protected by criminals; while hero society is protected by heroes. And we can tell the difference there, but why would Shigaraki? He’s an outsider to society, so he just sees another rival empire; what’s the difference to him between the villains that maintained AFO’s or Overhaul’s order and the heroes maintaining their own order?

(Of course, there is the vast difference in civilian casualties to consider, but we can’t expect too much from a guy taught morality by AFO.)

But y’know, I’m actually interested in the implications there. Because if Shigaraki is, in a sense, where All Might once was; what might that mean for his future if he were to succeed in his ambitions? And what might that mean for Izuku, who’d likely be coming after him.

Conclusion:

So what’s the point in all this? Well for one, it’s cool. Foils are cool, simple as that; but especially when we’re talking about two of the coolest characters in the series. All Might & Shiggy are both symbols, they’re both connected to Nana and both got the same things from her, and they both wanted to improve what they saw as wrong in society, and did/do so through violence. But there’s more to fils than aesthetic.

What really interests me by looking at their similarities, and what I want to close on, is the cyclical implications that arise from them. For you see, while All Might intended for Deku to be “next” it doesn’t look like that’s how it’s gonna turn out; not immediately anyway. Or, to go further back; first there was All For One as the driver of society, and then he got beaten & in a way usurped by All Might. Now it seems Shigaraki will be the one to fill the vacuum All Might left as the one to shape society, and then if things stay on course, Deku will beat him and fulfil that position himself. If that is how things turn out; it will imply a cycle of great heroes and villains taking the reins of society from each other in great battles, possibly for as long as heroes, villains, and quirks shall exist. And that sucks; which means somewhere along the lines, something is gonna have to change.

#bnha #shigaraki tomura #all might #nana shimura #analysis #hero society #lov #league of villains #paranormal liberation front #PLF #midoriya izuku #all for one #as an aside this is my blog's 5000th post #so that's pretty neat

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Blues, Pinks, and Daddy Kinks

NSFW,  18+ ONLY, Minors DNI You know how to please Shigaraki. It’s something you’re good at, something you’ve set your sights on, but Dabi falls hard for what he sees in the interim. Dabi x F!Reader, Shigaraki x F!Reader Word count: 16K - Contrary to the title, Dabi does NOT have a daddy kink. (Shigaraki does, though.) 

Warnings: Voyeurism, Cockwarming, Cheating, Sex work (?), Cuckolding (?), Oral (giving and receiving), Daddy Kink, Infantilization (?), (mild) Degradation (?), Fluff, Angst, 

It was the contrast.  

He was a sucker for stark contrasts. Black and white. Sweet and spicy. Rough and tender. It was aesthetically pleasing. Yin and yang and all that shit. 

 And then there was you. Weren’t you just a bundle of contradictions all on your own?

 Laying back in his bed, his head leaning against the headboard, one leg outstretched and the other tucked in at the knee, he listened quietly to the sound of your voice. Smoke curled lazily up from the lit cigarette dangling from his lips, the cool night air slipping in from the open window, doing very little to alleviate the warmth of his feverish body. 

 Of course there was the heat of his quirk that seemed to be embedded permanently into his skin, his flesh, and his very bones. But the uncomfortable warmth that plagued him now had less to do with the consequences of his quirk and more to do with the thin, high-pitched voice penetrating the thin walls, ringing in his ears - a cruel mockery. 

 “Ah! Daddy! Pl- please!” Followed by a moan so cute and girlish it was almost criminal. More whimpering cries followed. Begging, pleading for something… Something that you were given shortly because in no time at all you were panting out how good it was, how much you loved it, how perfect Tomura was. 

 Dabi felt his member twitch at the sound. He felt himself go hard at the mere thought of what Shigaraki was doing to you, at the faces you were no doubt making. He scoffed and pulled on his cigarette, exhaling smoke into the air. No way was he going to touch himself. Not to this. 

 As fascinating as it was, the situation was more of a riddle to him. The way you mewled and squealed for Shigaraki, making fuck-me eyes at him from beneath your thick lashes. He could never quite wrap his mind around it. 

 He put out his cigarette as he heard you shriek the boss’s name, followed by a deep grunt from Shigaraki, and hoped the two of you were done for the night. He needed to get some shuteye. It would be another long day of recruitment tomorrow. It didn’t help that most villains around town were useless trash. 

 The two of you seemed to be settling down, and Dabi closed his eyes, resting his head against his pillow. The light breeze blowing in from the window cooling him down ever so slightly. As the minutes crept by, he could feel himself drifting off to sleep when he heard it. Your little gasps and mewls, indicating Shigaraki was up for a second round. Shutting his eyes with a groan, Dabi cursed under his breath. Didn’t the asshole ever sleep? Fucking bastard. 

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 The contrast. 

 There you were, shifting from one foot to the other, lifting your faux-innocent eyes to Shigaraki, a pretty pout on your lips. “Do you have to?” you whined, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. 

 “Yes,” Shigaraki stood in the common room, near the hideout’s exit as he shrugged on his jacket. “I do.” Turning to regard you over his shoulder as he adjusted the collar of his black coat, he added. “Stay here and be a good girl for me.” 

 You nodded miserably, your gaze dropping to his feet. “Okay, daddy.” 

 He stepped closer, catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger before he lifted your face up towards himself. Tomura caught your lips in his own, pulling you in for a brief, possessive kiss before he pulled away and  brought his chapped lips to your ear, whispering something huskily. Too low for Dabi to hear. Whatever he said caused you to blush prettily and a childish giggle spilled from your lips. 

 “Promise?” 

 When Shigaraki nodded, you stood on tiptoe to press a chaste kiss to his cheek, and whispered something in return.

 It was honestly disgusting.

 And yet, Dabi could not tear his eyes away. Even as Toga made a snide comment to Twice, who rolled his eyes. Even as Mr. Compress turned away to offer the pair some privacy, Dabi remained where he was. His feet propped up on the table, an arm outstretched over the backrest of the sofa, observing you through narrowed, cerulean eyes. 

 Shigaraki turned away from you, passing through the door with Kurogiri in tow, you beaming at his back, poised almost on tiptoe, as if you were already eagerly awaiting his return… all up until the moment the door closed behind him. 

 “Tch.” 

 The smile fell from your face, to be replaced with a characteristic scowl, and your posture relaxed as you wasted not a moment in turning away from the door and stalking towards the group. You tugged the velvet hair tie out of your neat ponytail and shook out your hair as you rummaged through the drawers in the adjacent kitchen, looking for the cigarettes you kept hidden from Shigaraki. 

 The others paid you no mind, as you slammed one drawer after another, all the while shrugging off the pink cardigan you wore as if the thing was acid on your skin. You tossed the loathsome article of clothing in a corner of the kitchen, in no mood to bother with it for now, as you searched for your fix. 

 “Fuck,” you cursed, slamming the last drawer. 

 Hands on your hips, you glared at the room in general, as if expecting your pack of cigarettes to immediately appear from any corner of the area with an apology. 

 Dabi felt the heat pool in his stomach as blood rushed to his cock. That was it. That fucking contrast. He could get himself off just watching you. Your eyes screaming bloody murder as you searched for the pack of Marlboros that were hidden away in his pocket. Damned if he would tell you that, though. He’d rather let you keep looking for them, growing more furious by the second. It was a good look on you. Better than that ridiculous, infantile bimbo Shigaraki kept you as. The bastard had no idea what he was missing out on. 

 “Hey, Matchsticks,” you turned towards him with a frustrated growl. “I can’t find my cigarettes. Loan me one?” 

 He returned your gaze through half-lidded eyes, his face reflecting nothing of the maelstrom you provoked in him. Impassive and bored as ever.

 “Loan? You planning on giving it back?” he drawled.

 “No, of course not. Don’t be an asshole, Dabi. Just give me one.” 

 You were approaching him already, hand outstretched expectantly, and he was sorely tempted to just grab hold of that hand and pull you onto his lap until you were straddling him. He imagined the surprise on your face and the foul language that would spill from those pretty lips. To tease you into a fury and then fuck you until your voice was hoarse. To have you cursing his name and glaring him down as he thrust into you until you melted into a puddle despite yourself, moaning his name in that voice. Your real voice. The voice Shigaraki never got to hear. 

 Digging into his pockets, he pulled out a cigarette from his pack and waved it in front of your face teasingly. “What’s in it for me, princess?”

 The cocky smirk stayed firmly in place as you tried to grab it out of his hands, missing by an inch every time that he pulled it out of your reach, baiting you closer and closer to himself, until you didn’t even realize you were leaning over him, supporting yourself with a hand on his shoulder, your chest inches from his nose. He snorted in amusement. So, even the real you was stupidly innocent.

 “Give me the goddamn cigarette, Dabi,” you snapped suddenly, stepping back and crossing your arms angrily. 

 “Yeah, yeah, don’t get your panties in a bunch,” Dabi sneered, pressing the cigarette into the palm of your hand. 

 With a sigh of relief, you pushed the cigarette into your mouth, feeling around in your pockets for a lighter. It had been nearly 24 hours since you had last found a minute without Shigaraki around and the nicotine deprivation wasn’t doing you any favors.

 “Got a light?” you turned hopeful eyes towards him and this time he responded readily, stretching his hand out for you. 

 A glowing, turquoise flame burst to life at the tip of his index finger and you muttered a thanks as you leaned in to light your cigarette. 

 Inhaling deeply, you released a contented sigh as you exhaled, the smoke drifting freely from your lips. You were entirely ignorant of the intent way Dabi watched you, focused completely as you were on the relief of finally satisfying your craving. 

 “What’s the plan?” you asked, settling beside Dabi on the sofa as you pulled the ashtray in towards yourself. 

 Toga tugged on her backpack as she flashed you a grin, revealing sharp canines. “I’m going to see my precious Izuku today, he’s always beaten and bloody like a bag of bones.” A sound between a whine and a moan escaped her lips as she pressed her hands to her flushed face. “I love him so much.”

 You suppressed a wry smirk and nodded in her direction. “Best of luck with that, Toga.” 

 Twice also had somewhere he needed to be, and Mr. Compress had disappeared in the middle of the conversation, leaving you alone with Dabi.

 “Let me guess, you have work, too, huh?” you sigh, leaning into the sofa.

 He did. Was it really anything he couldn’t put off though? It could wait. Seeing you without Shigaraki was a rare pleasure.

 “Unlike the royal pain in the ass here, some of us actually have to work, yeah. Surprise.” He brought his cigarette to his lips, tearing his eyes away from you.

 “What do you even do here, besides fucking the boss, Quirkless?”

 You ignore the insult and stare off into the distance. That had been your plan, wasn’t it? How many years on the streets had it taken before you asked yourself whether all this talk of modesty and chastity wasn’t just intended to keep women away from the power of sex. Because at the end of the day, that’s what it was all about, wasn’t it? Power?

 You couldn’t help but admire the women who managed to sleep their way to the proverbial top. Maximum results for minimum effort. Safety, security, and the big, strong men wrapped around their fingers. How did they do it? That shit couldn’t be easy. 

 Why was it considered more honorable for you to be begging for scraps and wiping the blood off your thighs when men cornered you in alleyways, luring you in with the promise of  a warm meal? Was that the “virtue” society kept hounding about? Fuck that. They just didn’t want women to be empowered by sex. They didn’t want women using it to their advantage the way men did. 

 You were done living according to those rules. You would find the most terrifying, most influential man there was and make him your bitch. Live the easy life. 

 That was when you saw him. Shigaraki Tomura. Saw the terror he instilled in an attack on the heroes, saw the way even his followers were wary of him and you knew - it had to be him. Satisfy that one man, and the world would fall at your feet. You would be set for life. 

 So, you gathered every scrap of information you could find on him. Researched and investigated and tried to get into his head. Manipulated by others and resentful of it. Disdainful of the world around him. Craving power and control. Problems with authority figures. Daddy issues. You built a plan, an identity around the type of woman you assumed he would want in his bed. 

 And you were right. Your innocent act had earned you a more or less permanent place by his side. The way he looked at you whenever you called him daddy. Whenever you submitted to him. Whenever you let him twist your arm and force meaningless confessions from you, you knew. You had him at your whim. 

 But it was more work than you had realized. A constant act, constantly needing to be attuned to his needs, his desires. Affording him pleasant company. You were fairly good at it, but it was tiring nonetheless. Tiring but worth it, you admitted to yourself. Seeing Tomura relax in your arms, watching the agitated skin on his neck heal slowly the more time he spent with you. So at ease in your company, he didn’t even scratch at it. 

 Still, a vacation every now and then would do you good. It was a relief that Tomura would be out of doors today. 

 “You wanna trade?” You cast Dabi a disparaging look, making the most out of the last of your cigarette. You’re too proud to ask him for another. “You fuck the boss. I’ll go find recruits.”

 “Touché, brat. Does your Daddy know the kind of mouth you have on you? Does he know that you smoke?” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he questioned you. The chance to be alone with you was rare and although you had been here months already, he still did not know just what went on between you and Shigaraki, apart from the obvious.

 The mocking way he repeated your pet name for Shigaraki rubbed you the wrong way. What did he know? You couldn’t help but glare at him in response. 

 “Don’t fuck with me, Dabi.” You cut him off, already tired of his games. You put out the cigarette and got to your feet, ready to turn in for a nap. Heavens knew you didn’t get enough sleep when Tomura was around. 

 You drew to a sudden stop when you felt warm fingers close around your wrist. His hand was so much larger than you had expected, his grip more firm. He was strong. His tall, lanky build and his casual demeanor could let you forget it but the hand on your wrist could break the bone without much of a thought. 

 You turned back towards him, eyebrow raised in disdain. “You want something, Dabi?” 

 Oh, he wanted something, all right. He’s wanted it ever since he saw you. Wanted it every night he heard you force out those feminine, high-pitched moans, like a fucking actress. He wanted you raw and needy and confused and helpless. Writhing and soaking and a fucking mess around his fingers, around his tongue, around his cock. There were so many things he wanted from you. 

 He tugged on your wrist, making you stumble backwards, landing in his lap. Refusing to let yourself be flustered, you returned his gaze evenly, brow still raised in question. He dragged on his cigarette as his luminous, azure eyes bored into yours. When he pulled the cigarette away from his mouth, he blew the smoke into your face without remorse. It stung your eyes but the pungent smell of tobacco was mixed with another scent, one unique to him, faintly reminiscent of menthol. It was not unpleasant, for some reason. 

 “Keep me company.” He instructed, his tone too decisive for it to have been a request. “I haven’t finished mine.”

 You glanced at his half-finished cigarette and lifted your eyes back up to his. “How is that my problem?” 

 “What?” he questioned, still observing you through half-lidded eyes, trying to decide where you stood. “Worried Shigaraki will come back and see you like this?”

 It was a compromising situation, the way you were sitting on his lap, his hand still clasping your wrist firmly. You couldn’t pretend not to feel the bulge pressing against your thigh. But you held your ground and lifted your head high. 

 “I would be worried... for you.” You angled your head, taking the cigarette out of his hand and bringing it to your lips. “If I gave a shit about you.” 

 Instead of taking the cigarette back from you, he closed his fingers around your hand, bringing it to his mouth. His eyes never left yours as he pulled on it, and the contrast you felt between the injured and uninjured skin, the coolness of the metal holding it together, sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. You’ve always noticed Dabi, how could you not? But never like this. And never would you guess he had noticed you in any way at all. 

 “I want to fuck you.” Dabi’s unapologetic announcement, delivered without preamble, stole the breath from your lungs. For once, you had no immediate answer, staring numbly back into those burning teal irises. 

 “I’ve wanted to fuck you for ages.” Unable to reach the ashtray without relinquishing his hold on you, he put the cigarette out on his own arm, where the skin was already burned beyond recognition, and flicked it into a corner of the room. 

 “It’s all I can think about every night I hear you putting on your show for Shigaraki. I think about how much I would like to take you away from him and fuck you raw. Just like this.” His eyes roamed your form, before lifting back up to meet yours. “The way that you are.” His other hand curved around your waist, inching towards the hem of your black t-shirt, his fingers skirting over the skin there, never breaking eye contact all the while.

 You considered it. 

 Tomura was by no means lacking in any way. He was perfect in many respects. He did not smoke, he was considerate, he almost always made sure you got off - when he could be bothered to remember it, at least. But Dabi… for all that you had never even tried to seduce him, he looked at you like you were a tall glass of water and he was dying of thirst. The mere look in his eyes was enough to have you clenching your thighs together. A movement that did not go unnoticed, if his smirk was anything to go by. 

 Did you want him? You weren’t ashamed to admit that you did. Would Tomura hold it against you? Would he turn you out? It wasn’t all that likely. He had grown dependent on you, as you had hoped he would. He would probably kill Dabi, though.

 Did Dabi know that?

 “Would you be prepared to deal with the consequences?” You lean into him, bracing yourself on his shoulders as his hand feathers up your back underneath your shirt. 

 Dabi’s smirk widened. It was as good as a confession in his eyes and you realized that as well, just a moment too late. 

 “He’ll kill you,” you hissed under your breath, not wanting him to overlook the gravity of the situation, but he was long gone, burying his face in the crook of your neck while his other hand snaked underneath your shirt as well.

 “There are worse ways to go,” he scoffed against your neck, and you could not tell if that was sarcasm you heard - or idiotic sincerity. “Let him try.”

 You bit your lip. Were you going to go through with this? The heartbeat pounding in your ears and the heat swirling in your belly had already made up their mind. While the rest of the villains were out there, putting their lives on the line for the League’s goals, you were here. And you were going to fuck Dabi. 

 “Alright,” you announced, resting your hand briefly on his arm as you got to your feet. You ignored the sensation of loss as his hands slipped back out from under your shirt at your movement. “Life’s too short to not sleep with someone you want to sleep with. But if we get caught, it’s on you. Your problem.” 

 You did not so much as look at him as you headed towards the kitchen and retrieved the pink cardigan you had discarded earlier. Tying it around your waist, you heaved a sigh and ran a hand through your hair, pulling the strands away from your face before meeting his gaze with an air of determination. “Let’s get it over with, then.”

 The smirk he rewarded you with spelled trouble. You should have known as much. The man was nothing but trouble. He stalked slowly over to you, towering over you as he brought his hands up to rest against the counter on either side of you. You leaned back, despite yourself, feeling the heat of his body encroach on your personal space. You eyed him warily, unsure just where he was going with this. 

 “Not here,” you announced evenly, averting your eyes. Even he couldn’t be dumb enough to want to do this in a public space. 

 But he wasn’t listening, prying your legs apart with his knee as he pushed in closer to you until you could feel his thigh pressed against your heated, clothed core. 

 “What’s wrong, princess?” He murmured, “I thought you said it was my problem.”

 Trailing his fingers up your arm, a burning sensation lingered in his wake, and you couldn’t be sure if your own body’s reaction was to blame or if that was the heat of his quirk.

 He tilted his head slightly, his gaze tracing the movements of his fingers, burning on you even more surely than his touch, and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he noticed the mark of a cigarette burn on your arm. When you lifted your eyes to his, he spied the hesitation in them, the uncertainty behind your feigned nonchalance. Weren’t you just a jumble of layers? What would he find if he stripped them all back? Silence lingered between the two of you as he watched you hold his gaze determinedly. Your fingers flew up to his chest, neither pulling him in nor pushing him away, hovering in indecision. What he wouldn’t give to find out.

 “News flash, doll,” he murmured, pressing even more firmly against your core, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. His warm breath fanned over your lips as you searched his luminous, blue eyes. For all appearances, they were bored and unaffected by your proximity. 

 “We’re not playing by your rules.”

 You swallowed thickly. You weren’t about to let yourself be intimidated by him. You grew up on the streets. You’ve seen worse.

 “If we’re not playing by my rules, we’re not playing at all.” You raised an eyebrow at his antics, something he was quickly realizing was a self-defense tactic when you were unnerved. 

 A chuckle escaped him, and the rumble from his chest, his breath on your lips… you were gripped by a desire to dig your fingers into his hair, flip your positions and just get this over with. But he drew back slowly, that shit eating grin still fixed firmly in place. 

 “Unlike you, some of us have actual work to do.” He stepped back, leavíng your core bereft - the absence of his warmth like a physical ache. 

 “What the hell?” You narrowed your eyes at his retreating back, struggling to calm your racing heart. “Were you just fucking around with me?”

 “Of course not,” he turned away from you and reached into his pocket. You could only look on in stunned silence as he tossed your cigarettes onto the counter. “At least… not yet.” The positively predatory grin he gave you, as if you were a meal he was saving for later, coupled with the knowledge that he had known where your cigarettes were all along, that he had, in fact, hidden them from you, set your blood boiling. 

 “For your information, princess, it’s not ‘let’s get this over with,’” Dabi threw over his shoulder, making his way to the exit. “Next time, try ‘Dabi, fuck my brains out, pretty please.’” 

 You couldn’t believe your ears. It was rare for you to be speechless but for once, you were absolutely livid beyond words. In your fury, you spat the only phrase that came to mind at his ridiculous actions.

 “Fuck you.” 

 He didn’t so much as pause, reaching smoothly for the door handle as he spoke, “Maybe later, babe. A little busy right now.”

 And with that, he was gone, leaving you fuming at the door that closed behind him, firmly rejecting the idea that you were at all disappointed. 

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 “Daddy!” 

 The minute the doors opened, you rushed into Shigaraki’s arms, wrapping your arms around him. Nuzzling into his chest, you lifted wide, long-lashed eyes to give him your best puppy dog look. 

 “I missed you,” you murmured, with just enough of a sultry undertone to deliver all the right implications. Were you ashamed of your behavior? Hell, no. This was your nine-to-five.

 “Hey.” Shigaraki’s raspy voice was thick with disapproval as he took hold of your arms - carefully leaving at least one finger of each hand in the air - and pushed you away from himself. “Not right now.” 

 You allowed yourself to be pushed aside, cocking your head to better assess the situation. Whatever he had set out to do, it did not seem to have gone well. You had tied your hair neatly back, a black, velvet ribbon adorning your ponytail, and wore the pastel pink cardigan you despised, coupled with a black, pleated skirt. You were a symbol of the other side - the world that had rejected the lot of you - proof that he deserved that world, and everything in it, as much as anyone else. More so, even. 

 You watched him scratch at his neck as he settled on the sofa with an irritated grumble to himself. Dabi, sitting across from him, met your eye ever so briefly, smirking into his can of beer. You could feel him laughing at your failed efforts and your skin prickled in disdain. No, forget Dabi. Shigaraki was what mattered - and he was scratching at his neck again. 

 You pulled a bottle from the refrigerator - not alcohol, but an energy drink, as Shigaraki preferred, and set it on the table in front of him. You settled on the floor at his feet, kneeling beside him, and rested your hands in your lap, lowering your head miserably. 

 It took him a good couple minutes to even notice you were there. 

 “What’s with you?” he asked at length, your presence finally rousing him from his thoughts. 

 You lifted tearful eyes towards him, placing both your hands on the knee closest to you. You leaned in closer, before addressing him with a trembling lip. “Wasn’t I a good girl, Daddy?”

 You heard Dabi sputter and cough as he choked on his drink. 

 Oh, he hadn’t seen anything yet. 

 Leaning in even closer until you were practically hugging his knee to your breasts, you whined, “I waited just like you said. Promise!” You rested your head on his thigh, nuzzling against him like a kitten. “Wasn’t I good?” 

 You waited a moment that felt like an eternity, feeling dumber by the second until finally, you felt his hand on your head, stroking your hair with four fingers. A smile spread across your features, invisible to him. This was what you were best at, after all. And this was what he wanted from you, to make him forget, however briefly, all the shit that seemed to have it out for him. You were more than happy to oblige. 

 “Were you being good? How would I know? I wasn’t even here.” His raspy voice wasn’t quite as harsh as it might have been and you knew you were getting through. 

 “Come here.” 

 Your head shot up as you beamed up at him. Ivory-blue hair veiling a pale face. Ruby eyes glittered down at you and you wasted no time whatsoever in climbing on to his lap. So what if Dabi was watching? Even better if he was. You wriggled against Shigaraki as you sought to make yourself comfortable and the bulge in his pants hardened against your body in response. Oh, he was ever so easy. A wonder that another woman hadn’t sought him out before you. 

 You turned towards the table, reaching for the energy drink you had placed there and glanced briefly at Dabi. The raven-haired man’s eyes had never left you, watching every one of your actions intently as he emptied his drink. The hunger burning in his eyes was unmistakable. Suited him right for riling you up and leaving you high and dry. What Dabi wanted from you was a mystery, but you did not take kindly to the way he had played you. Oh, you would use this opportunity for all it was worth. 

 Turning back towards Shigaraki, you smiled sweetly up at him as you unscrewed the cap. Lifting the bottle to his lips, you gently tilted his chin upwards with your other hand. “You must be thirsty, Daddy. You need to drink something.”

 Tomura tolerated it and allowed you to spoil him, watching you as you angled the bottle, so that the neon blue fluid flowed to his lips. Before long, you rescrewed the cap and deposited the drink on the table before throwing your arms around his neck and burying your head on his shoulder. 

 “What are you doing?” He rasped, pulling his head away from you. “I told you to come here.”

 You blinked innocently up at him. You were already sitting on his lap, what could he possibly mean? Slowly, understanding dawned and you gaped at him. “But Daddy, how can I get any closer than this? I’m already here.” He couldn’t mean what you thought he meant?

 “Are you being dumb right now?” He snarled into your ear, the pressure against your bottom more intense as you felt his thick length press against you. 

 “Do you want me to sit on your cock, Daddy?” You whispered in surprise, before chancing a glance at Dabi. He didn’t seem to be breathing as his glowing, turquoise eyes all but ate you alive. You leaned in to whisper into Tomura’s ear, “There are people here.” 

 Shigaraki did not even look at Dabi as he growled back, “I don’t fucking care.”

 It was the first time Shigaraki had ever chosen to engage in a sexual act in public. Or did this even count as “public” for him? Was Dabi even a person who registered in Shigaraki’s eyes? You had made up your mind at the start of this journey that when you chose your patron, you would do whatever he required of you. There was no room for hesitation or balking. You had to take this as seriously as anyone else would their profession. 

 With an appeasing smile, you shimmied off his lap. Your dexterous hands unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, freeing his erect member. As luck would have it, Shigaraki had everything you could ever ask for to be sexually satisfied for life. The man had never truly given you cause for complaint.

 You had intentionally foregone underwear, hoping to use that information to seduce and please the pale-haired villain. Although it hadn’t worked out in quite the way you had intended, your omission still worked in your favor, as it spared you the awkwardness of undressing in front of Dabi.

 You climbed back onto his lap, completely ignoring the blue-eyed flame user whose eyes were fixed on you with a sizzling intensity, and sank down onto Shigaraki’s erection, a high-pitched moan escaping you as you relished the feeling of his thick length filling you up. Your black skirt shielded the worst of it from view but the fact remained that you were up to your cervix in Shigaraki and Dabi was just across the table, watching you. A thrill shuddered down your spine at the realization. 

 You tried to move, to gain some of that friction your body so craved, but Shigaraki placed a hand on your shoulder, pulling you in towards himself. You found yourself leaning against his chest, even as your core pulsed with desire, desperate for movement, desperate for release. Shigaraki could not be bothered however, not at all interested in your breathless pants.

 “Don’t move,” he instructed, releasing a long, low exhale as he pressed his eyes shut. “Stay just like that. It helps me think.”

 He couldn’t be serious? But he was. “S- sure, Daddy. Anything for you. Does it - does it feel good?”

 “It would feel better if you could shut that mouth of yours for one minute. Now, be quiet or I’ll have Dabi shut it for you.” He rolled his head back against the backrest, eyes still closed, and that alone was your saving grace. If he had seen your face when he suggested having Dabi shut your mouth - and you harbored no illusions on just how the tall villain would be shutting it - there would likely be serious consequences. His admission begged yet another question however. Was Shigaraki not averse to sharing you? 

 You could all but hear the same question going through Dabi’s mind, but rather than risk Tomura’s anger by voicing your confusion, you rested your head on his shoulder. Enjoying the feeling of fullness and trying not to let your drive to pump the both of you to your respective orgasms cause you too much discomfort.

 You heard a soft grunt and chanced a glance over your own shoulder to see Dabi palming himself through his jeans. The way his eyes burned into yours invitingly, as if to show you what you were missing, had you biting your lip subconsciously. Something was seriously wrong with you. There you were, stuffed full of Tomura’s generous length, and all but salivating over Dabi’s as well. That could not be normal. 

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 “Poor Quirkless didn’t even get to come,” a low voice whispered into your ear as a now somewhat familiar warmth pushed up against your back. 

 “Fuck off, Dabi.” 

 The sensations his mere presence awoke in you were getting increasingly out of control. After he had been forced to witness your little cockwarming session with Shigaraki, he had given you a knowing smirk. One heavy with implications. One that seemed to say “poor you.”

 “I can’t even call you a gold digger, since the League is poor as fuck,” he murmured, bringing his lips to the shell of your ear while his arms closed around your waist. You were standing in the kitchen, and although not many of the League’s members came by here outside of mealtimes, the place was full of them in general and you did not intend to be caught in the midst of this - whatever it was, with Dabi.

 “So, just what the hell are you actually doing here? With him?” His tongue traced the shell of your ear, and the piercing there provided a cool contrast that made you shudder. 

 “Call it an investment,” you forced yourself to answer, your eyes squeezing shut at the intrusion of his touch - not at all unwelcome. 

 His lips traced a path down your ear to your neck where he pressed his lips to the sensitive skin. You angled your head despite yourself, offering the villain better access. 

 “Shigaraki’s going to come out on top in all of this.” You answered breathlessly, feeling his fingers trail down your thigh and then slowly, tantalizingly, skimming upwards, bringing the hem of your skirt with it.

 “It’s what someone always said to me. The greater evil will win against the lesser evil. The corrupt hero society -” You bit your lip as you felt his hands skim across your exposed slit in a feather light touch. 

 “The corrupt hero society?” He prompted. 

 “Can only hope to win if they are truly good. But they aren’t - they’re the lesser evil, so - ah!” You leaned back against him, gasping as his fingers pushed past your folds, brushing ever so slightly against your clit.

 “Hm? So then what?” He hummed, a sly smirk on his lips.

 “So, Shigaraki will -” another whimper escaped your lips as his fingers traced circles around your entrance, just shy of penetrating.

 “He will come out on top. He will change this world. He has what it takes. He - oh!” You had tried to finish your explanation quickly but the words were lost as he finally pushed past the tight ring of muscle, his long, bony fingers pressing deep into you. 

 “And when he rules over the ashes, you will be the one by his side, is it?” He snickered against your neck. 

 “I…” You couldn’t possibly produce a thought, let alone a word, with the way his fingers worked you. It was so entirely different from everything you had with Shigaraki. Every encounter with the pale-haired man was engineered by you to provide him with the most pleasure possible - a pleasure he would grow addicted to, in turn securing your place by his side. It was hot and heavy and rough and wild with him, but Tomura had never touched you like this, as if your pleasure alone provided him with a satisfaction nothing else could. As if watching you come apart was a distinct delight. Slowly, sensually, as if your orgasm was the only thing that mattered in the world. 

 “And then what? I’ll be the one who comes around to fuck you better every time his back is turned?” His fingers withdrew slowly and a low moan of complaint escaped your throat only to be stifled as he trailed your slick upwards to circle your clit. “I never took you for such an idealist.” He murmured as he rubbed over it, gently at first, then with an increasing rhythm and increasing pressure every stroke. Your shallow breaths quickened in response. 

 The coil of heat in your belly tightened and you could feel yourself fast approaching the edge. The contrast between his languid strokes and the now fervent and insistent ones entirely too much to bear, your legs trembled and you threw your head back despite yourself, resting on his shoulder now, as the pleasure exploded within you, setting every one of your nerve endings alight. The arm wrapped around your waist held you upright as your legs gave out on you. Your hands flew up to cover your mouth as a low groan of sheer delight escaped your throat and your inner walls clenched around nothing. 

 When the last of the tingles slowly subsided, your eyes fluttered open as you struggled to breathe normally again. Dabi’s head was angled towards you, his blue eyes met yours, glittering with amusement, and a cocky grin on his lips. He had delivered a mind-numbing orgasm and you suspected it hadn’t even taken him three minutes to do it. The bastard was a genius with his hands. 

 You could only look on in a stunned daze as he lifted his fingers to his mouth, licking your juices off of them leisurely while his eyes never left yours. 

 “Couldn’t leave the League’s princess all hot and bothered, now could I?” He hummed, his tone teasing if not altogether mocking. 

 You closed your eyes with a curse as you pushed away from him. You hadn’t even tried to shove him off. What was wrong with you? Anyone could have walked in at any moment. Had that been part of the thrill? You weren’t sure if you liked it, you wanted to be in control of the situation at all times. With Shigaraki, even in your submissive role, you were always in control. You knew what was required of you and you planned ahead for each encounter, for how you were going to make him fall further and harder for you each and every time. 

 In contrast, Dabi was an enigma. One moment, he confessed he wanted to sleep with you, with an aura as if he would die if you didn’t indulge him immediately, only to walk out shortly after, entirely indifferent. He watched Shigaraki have his way with you as if you were nothing more than a prized commodity, unaffected, if not slightly turned on. But instead of trying to get into your pants, he had only swooped in to satisfy your sexual frustration and was now, by all intents, ready to leave again. 

 What on earth did he want from you? Was he only trying to throw a wrench in all of your plans? 

 “Dabi!” A voice sounded from behind the two of you and Dabi’s smirk faded as he turned to the source of the disturbance, to find Toga approaching to lean over the kitchen counter on the opposite side. 

 “What do you want, Toga?” He turned towards her in his laidback manner, leaning back against the counter as if the two of you had been engaged in nothing more than casual conversation. You turned away from her, afraid that she would find your feelings written all over your face. You moved to the sink to wash the few dishes that were stacked there, hoping to distract yourself. Toga had an uncanny instinct for such things, and the last thing you wanted was for her to assume there was anything at all between you and the flame-user. 

 “Twice is looking for you. Shigaraki’s had an epiphany and we’re planning to infiltrate U.A. Where were you?” She quirked a brow at him as she folded her arms over the counter. 

 Apparently, that little action of yours had helped Shigaraki think. Who would have thought? 

 Calling your name, Toga angled her head towards you, “Shigaraki’s looking for you, by the way. I wouldn’t keep him waiting, if I were you.” The sly grin that spread across her features was indication enough of what he wanted. You nodded in return, feeling oddly tongue-tied. 

 “I’ll be right there, Toga. Thanks for telling me.” You nodded at her as you scrubbed off the last of the dishes. Suddenly, you felt Dabi move in towards you and you felt a sense of blind panic as you feared he would touch you in some inappropriate way that Toga would pick up on, but he only held his hands under the spray of water. The warmth of his body beside you was somehow comforting and familiar. He swiped his hands over yours, collecting the suds that had gathered there to wash his own hands. His actions were hidden from Toga with your backs turned and she appeared to be none the wiser, even as the warmth of his touch lingered on your skin and seemed to be emanating from your face.

 He leaned in infinitesimally to murmur a low warning in your ears, before turning away and following Toga into the meeting room. 

 You didn’t dare to turn around or watch him go, sure that your burning cheeks meant you were blushing to the tips of your ears as you recalled his gentle, teasing words of wisdom.

 “Might wanna get washed up before you go see him.” 

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 Shigaraki had every intention of rewarding you after neglecting you on his return. Your thoughtful actions and ready submission had helped clear his head, which paved the way for his next course of action - revenge on the heroes. 

 It felt good to be useful. It felt good to be acknowledged. It felt good to be appreciated. It made you feel like you were more than just his fucktoy, although you knew that was nothing more than your illusion. But that was okay. Nothing wrong with being someone’s fucktoy. Everyone had to make their living somehow, right?

 His hands on you felt good. His raspy voice, uttering reassurances, telling you what a good girl you were. How good he was going to fuck you. What a sweet baby girl he had found. All of it was delicious. Even as he tied your hands to the bedpost and whispered more nothings into your ear about how you were his - you and your body and your heart and your soul and your empty brain and most of all, your tight cunt and your mouth and every inch of you. 

 How he was going to fuck you dumb and dizzy. How you were going to beg him for it, thank him for it, weren’t you?

 The pleas and gratitude he demanded were garbled and jumbled up in a nonsensical mixture of pleasure and pain even as you did your utmost to keep up with his orders. The knowledge that Dabi was possibly only one thin wall away from the two of you, hearing everything, only heightened the thrill of the situation. Shigaraki pounded into you with abandon. His thrusts hitting you deeply, almost painfully, every time. His endurance was insane - he could go on for hours if he wanted, pulling your hair, digging his fingers into your hips, choking you as he thrust into you again and again and again until you couldn’t tell left from right. 

 Penetrative orgasms were apparently his specialty, because you came around him without him so much as brushing your clit. A groan stuttered from his chest as you cried out his name in a high-pitched whine. 

 He collapsed on top of you, murmuring “good girl” and “sweet baby” and “dumb slut” nonsensically into your neck, falling slowly into the realm of sleep. You swallowed thickly, removing his arm from around your waist, terrified he would accidentally touch you in his sleep and wake up to a pile of dust and ashes - how long would it take for him to replace you? - and lifted your eyes to the ceiling, still coming down from your orgasm. You closed your eyes with a sigh. Your entire body was bruised and your core was sore from the pounding you had received. You were entirely spent and yet… your mind lingered back to soft, feather-light touches in the dim light of the rundown kitchen. Blue eyes glowing mirthfully and a smug smirk. Dabi’s three minutes of heaven outweighed Tomura’s three hours of raw and delicious, shameless fucking. You bit your lip as your eyes flew open. 

 You were fucked. And you realized with dismay, that that was precisely what Dabi had wanted. 

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 You kneeled at Shigaraki’s feet. You sat on his lap. You sucked him off on demand. You let him stroke your hair and feed you and toy with you as he wished. You were more than eager to please. You expressed your love and devotion to him at every turn. You met his demands almost before he had even voiced them and if the rare smirks he gave you were anything to go by, he was pleased with you. 

 You were overcompensating. 

 Overcompensating for the sensation that rushed through you every time you met Dabi’s eyes. Every time you caught sight of that knowing smirk and your eyes lingered longer than necessary on those mismatched lips, wondering what they would feel like on yours. You were so, so screwed. 

 When Dabi walked past you, or lingered in your vicinity. When he entered a room, or when his eyes swept over you, setting you aflame from head to toe, the very air in the room smothering you with a want so intense you were sure everyone present could feel it, too. You could not so much as look at him without clenching your thighs together. 

 And he knew.

 It was in his eyes, in his smirk, in his laidback manner. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. A whole week passed and he didn’t even so much as touch you by accident. You were going out of your mind and you were going to kill him for it. Even at moments like this, when you were so full of Tomura there was not even room for air in your head… you were thinking of those luminous, azure eyes and what that sinful tongue could do to you. 

 Wanting Dabi was not the problem. You could screw him and get it out of your system. It was wanting him this badly that alarmed you. Wanting him with an intensity as if you would fall apart if you didn’t get him, as if the very absence of his touch could make you cry. It was enough to drive you insane. It wasn’t you at all. You weren’t this way. Sex was your weapon. You’d be damned if you let someone turn it against you. 

 As for Dabi, he seemed to be enjoying your discomfort. Did he even really want you as he had said? How did the man seem to have such endless patience? He didn’t strike you as a particularly patient type. Or was this a game to him? One that he felt he was winning? 

 “Daddy’s calling.” The low, sarcastic voice that spoke up behind you made you jump, despite yourself. 

 You turned from the stovetop, where you were cooking up a custard for Tomura and met Dabi’s eyes.

 “Are we on speaking terms now?” you shot back, your tone scathing. 

 “Weren’t we always?” he grinned. 

 You glanced up at him, concealing your rampant desire behind righteous anger. “You can’t make up your mind, Matchsticks, and it’s pissing me off.” 

 Dabi smirked to himself, his eyes aglow with amusement. There you were, in your frilly pastel green skirt, pale pink apron, and cat-ear hairband, but you had dropped the act for him. Your foul language and obvious scowl breaking character in the way that only he could force you to do. 

 “I don’t know what your favorite color is,” he drawled as you poured the custard into a serving dish. “But I have a rough idea what your least favorite is.” 

 You hesitated, lifting your gaze towards him. What was he on about?

 “If I had to guess, it would be pink, right?” He raised an eyebrow as he crossed his arms and leaned against the counter. 

 You paused, and stared down at your apron. “How did you know?” 

 “Bingo.” He smirked, amused by how easy it was to tease authentic responses out of you. 

 “Now, what’s this? A little dessert for daddy dearest?” He was laughing at you. Again. Mocking your efforts.

 “As a matter of fact, it is. You can keep that smug smirk to yourself, because pleasing Tomura is my job. It’s what I do here, remember? And if Tomura’s happy, that’s in all of our favor. Now get out of my way.” You attempted to shove past him, but he blocked your way with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

 “Damn. I really am an asshole,” he confessed. You watched in dread as he lifted his right hand, scooping a glob of custard out of the bowl with his index finger before lifting it to his mouth and licking it off. “I really don’t know how to keep my fingers out of other people’s pies.” His voice was heavy with implication.

 That tongue. That piercing. Those fingers. The cerulean eyes regarding you intently down the length of his nose. You felt your insides clench as the memory of your previous encounter in the kitchen came rushing back. If that was what he could do to you in three minutes… What could he do with a little more time?

 You pushed past him, cheeks aflame. There was no undoing what Dabi had done, but Tomura didn’t have to know, did he? You could flatten the surface with a spoon and no one would be the wiser, right? No one but Dabi. And you.

 A large hand caught you by your apron strings, keeping you from dashing madly out of the kitchen. He hovered over you, and your whole body was alight with tension. You wanted to run away from him. You wanted to jump him. 

 “For your information, doll, I made up my mind a long time ago. It’s on you, now.” He tugged you in towards himself by pulling on the bow tied at your back. 

 His words came back to you, what he wanted you to say. They were on the tip of your tongue. Dabi, fuck my brains out, pretty please. They didn’t sound as bad anymore. Not if it meant finally being rid of this maddening craving. But you had your pride, and you were done being toyed with. 

 “What?” You hissed, turning back towards him with a sneer. “You want me to call you ‘Daddy’, too?” 

 His smirk disappeared, to be replaced with an incensed scowl. “Try it,” he rebuked. “I’ll fucking kill you.” 

 This was wrong. Tomura had summoned you. He was waiting. You never kept him waiting. But you had finally found something that ticked Dabi off as badly as he was always ticking you off. It was time for some revenge. 

 You set the pudding on the counter and turned to him, clasping your hands together. “Oh, Daddy, please…” You blinked innocently up at him, turning up the charm. Pouting just so as you stood on tiptoe, leaning into him. 

 “Shut up,” he hissed, but you only smirked in return.

 “Oh, Daddy, won’t you fuck me, pretty please? I’ll be such a good girl for you.” He was practically livid now, although for the life of you, you couldn’t understand why. You pressed a hand to his chest, grinning up at him. “That what you want to hear? Daddy, please teach me a lesson. Split me in two. Daddy, daddy, dad-” 

 Your words were cut off as his lips came crashing down on yours. Heat flooded through you as the smooth and rough texture of his warm lips set your nerve endings alight, his tongue seeking entrance, his teeth punishing you. You clutched at his white shirt, bringing your other hand up as well. You opened your mouth on reflex, meeting his tongue, tasting his piercing, instantly wanting more, wanting everything. You felt his hand splayed on your back and a rush of euphoria swept through you as he kissed you angrily, ravenously, too incensed to tease you, for once. You kissed him back with everything you had, groaning into his mouth in satisfaction. Fucking finally. 

 His fingers gripped the small of your back, his other hand burying itself in your hair, loosening the hair tie, eager for more, eager for something that was just in your reach when you heard a door swing open somewhere in the distance and the two of you sprang apart.

 You caught your breath, stunned and speechless. What had come over you? How could you have been so reckless? This place was full of villains that would do pretty much anything to improve their standing in Shigaraki’s eyes - including sell you out. 

 You pressed a hand to your mouth. You had called him “Daddy”. Repeatedly. Loud enough for anyone to hear. What the fuck was wrong with you?

 Dabi made himself scarce, likely not trusting either of you to maintain a neutral expression. You heard Toga’s footsteps approaching and took a deep breath, schooling your features into neutrality. This was what you were good at. You had a reliable poker face. You were a born actress. You only needed to pull it together. 

 Your eyes fell on the pudding, and the indentation where Dabi’s finger had dipped through it. With a grim frown of determination, you smoothed out the pudding’s surface. No one needed to know. Only Dabi. And you.

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 Days passed in which Dabi kept away from the hideout and you focused your intentions more determinedly on Shigaraki alone. Attaching yourself to a powerful man was a gamble. Please him and have the world at your feet. Piss him off and you’ll be thrown to the dogs. You had never thought the latter would be a cause for concern. You had never desired anyone or anything, particularly. Never thought anything would cause you to stray.

 Never thought fantasies of slipping through Dabi’s door and into his bed would keep you awake at night. Never thought those fantasies would have your fingers inching between your thighs, while Shigaraki slept soundly behind you. Never thought you would press a hand to your mouth to stifle his name as you teased yourself to an orgasm, falling apart around your own fingers, imagining they were his. Hoping somehow that he could hear you, but Shigaraki wouldn’t. 

 You needed to do something. To get him out of your system. But he was keeping a clear distance from you ever since that mindless kiss in the kitchen, leaving you with nothing but the anguish of your own desires. If Tomura noticed your absentmindedness, he did not comment on it. As long as you remained pliant and willing and pleasant, you doubted he would have cause for complaint. 

 Nearly a month later, Tomura informed you that he would be leaving the hideout for some secretive training. He would take no one but Kurogiri with him and estimated around a week before he returned. You pouted and complained, and cried that you would miss him and pleasured him into mindless satisfaction before you said your goodbyes. You, promising to be a good girl in his absence, and him, promising to reward you appropriately on his return. He gripped you by the nape of your neck, pressed a kiss to your lips, and was gone. 

 It was a very rare vacation. No Shigaraki for a week? What would you even do with all the free time? You hopped into the shower and, digging through your closet, withdrew a black tanktop and navy-blue sweatpants, relishing the opportunity to dress casually in dark colors. You retreated to the common room and collapsed onto the sofa, crossing your legs and resting your feet on the table, a lit cigarette in one hand and a book in the other, while a steaming cup of coffee waited for you on the table. Life was good. 

 So what if Dabi couldn’t be bothered to so much as look at you lately? Maybe he had changed his mind. Maybe he had realized you weren’t his type afterall. Maybe he had found someone else. Your stomach turned in revulsion at the very thought. The bastard didn’t get to do this to you and then move on to someone else. 

 With sigh, you shook your head and focused more resolutely on your book. It didn’t matter. You couldn’t let him go on torturing you this way. You needed to push him to the back of your mind - because forgetting him entirely was clearly out of the question - and focus on the things that mattered. 

 When Dabi entered the common room half an hour later, you were so engrossed in your book you didn’t even notice. He, in turn, was so focused on getting himself a cool drink he almost didn’t see you either. But he did. As he turned away from the refrigerator, a chilled bottle of water in his hands, he froze in place seeing you. 

 Stripped of your embellishments, your wet hair hanging freely, no pastel colors, no frills and ribbons. Just you, bare to the basics. The way he liked you, the way he wanted you, fierce and raw and authentic. You’d bite the feeding hand and burn the corpse to ashes. How he loved that about you. How he craved that side of you. How he wished he could just crawl over you and fuck you into the sofa. 

 He didn’t care the first time he had asked. Didn’t care what the consequences would have been for you if Shigaraki caught you being unfaithful, so long as he got what he wanted. The more time passed, however, the more he wondered if he would be okay with it, if Shigaraki closed his hands around your throat and Dabi never saw you again. He wasn’t so sure anymore. 

 He narrowed his eyes as he saw you lift a hand to scratch at your neck, before catching yourself and pulling your hand away again, mid-scratch. What? Was whatever Shigaraki had contagious? He watched you a while longer, unbeknownst to you, opening the water bottle and draining it as he observed you. 

 You lifted your hand to your neck twice, and pulled it away again. Dabi recalled Shigaraki’s recent appearance. His skin had seemed to be healing, but Dabi had always chalked that up to him being more relaxed around you. Was there more to the story? He recalled the cigarette burn he had seen on your forearm the other day. 

 The third time you lifted your hand to your neck, your hand was blocked by a cold water bottle pressed to your skin. Lifting your eyes, you saw Dabi standing behind the sofa, looking down on you through glowing, cobalt eyes. Your mouth went dry. Your thighs clenched. You couldn’t seem to ever look at him without wanting to run your hands over his body. 

 The coolness of the water bottle at your neck eased the irritation there and you reached for it with a thanks. 

 “What brings you here?” you asked, trying not to let your feelings show. Using the water bottle as an excuse to avert your eyes, you unscrewed the cap and sipped at the cool drink. “Haven’t seen you in a while.” 

 “Miss me?” He teased, that familiar smirk on his face. 

 You hesitated, meeting his eyes with a frown. He was always teasing you, always mocking you. You didn’t have a clue anymore as to what he really wanted from you. You had thought he wanted your body. Thought the same desires coursed through him that agonized you every day, but you weren’t so sure anymore. Maybe you were just a form of entertainment for him. Something he amused himself with when he had the time for it. The thought made your heart clench, but you accepted it was likely the truth. How else would you explain the distance he had been keeping from you lately? Maybe he was bored of you. And that without even having slept with you yet. That had to be some kind of new record you were breaking. 

 “Yeah, I did,” you admitted honestly, turning back to your book. It didn’t matter. What was the point of chasing after him? 

 “Aw, isn’t that cute?” Sarcasm dripping from his voice, as if he considered you pathetic, causing a red tinge to sting your cheeks. 

 “Can it, Matchsticks,” you muttered under your breath. 

 “What did you miss, exactly?” He murmured, stepping closer now, hovering over you. His hand crept over your shoulder, slipping down your tanktop, cupping your breasts. The metal holding his skin together brushed against your nipple, prompting a sharp gasp from you. 

 “This?” He pinched your nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. 

 “This is what you wanted, right?” He teased into your ear, his position giving him a perfect view down your top. 

 “Stop it,” you protested weakly. The complaint gave him pause. It was the first time you didn’t seem to be returning his attentions. 

 “Stop?” he breathed into your ear. “But your body is telling me a different story, sweetheart. Think I don’t see you squirming? I can help with that, you know.” 

 “You can,” you admit through gritted teeth, forcing yourself to tilt your head back and meet his eyes, even as the jolts of pleasure zigzagging through you made it hard to think of anything at all. “But you won’t. So, stop teasing me.” 

 “Too much?” he grinned in response. 

 “Yeah, it is.”

 He pulled his hand out of your shirt and patted your shoulder. “Alright, fair enough.” 

 You sucked in a shaky breath, cursing yourself. Was his teasing really worse than his absence? You wanted to grab his hand and pull him back, but you clenched your teeth and stayed silent.

 “Do you even want me?” You muttered quietly, dropping your gaze to your lap. “Or do you just want to drive me out of my mind?” 

 He paused in the doorway, turning back to you with a smirk. “Can’t I have both?” 

 “You’re such an asshole,” you shot back, curling your hands into fists in aggravation. 

 That prompted only a chuckle from him as he turned to leave. “You have no idea.”

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 Days passed in peaceful silence. You lounged around the hideout in casual wear. You read every book in the building. You touched yourself more times than you would have dared to otherwise, not bothering to keep quiet, hoping he heard you. 

 You cooked when you felt like it and cleaned when you had absolutely nothing else to do. You replayed every single encounter between the two of you endlessly on repeat until you wanted to bang your head against a wall. You briefly entertained a theory that Dabi had a second quirk, consisting of the ability to literally drive someone insane with sexual frustration. Before deciding that, no, you had no one to blame for your shameless desperation but yourself. 

 Two days before Tomura was set to return, on a night where you were burning alive in your bed. Swamped with the heat of desire, yet again, with images of Dabi in your head, with your hand between your legs, with your release perpetually out of reach, you groaned into your pillow, ready to scream in frustration. 

 You pulled your hand away in resignation, accepting that no, you were not enough to chase off this wayward desire. You needed more. You needed him. You were done playing his games. Shame? Virtue? Morals? Ethics? Hadn’t you decided those were all manmade inventions to keep women in a state of perpetual submission? What was really keeping you from taking what you wanted? He was one thin wall away. You glared at the offending wall separating the two bedrooms. That was all that was separating you from the release you had been craving for months. His mouth on you, his hands, his warmth, his voice in your ear, you bit your lip to stifle the whimper ready to escape at the mere thought of it. Why the fuck were you even holding back? Waiting for him to come to you? Waiting to know what he really wanted?

 Fuck that.

 You knew what you wanted. That had to be enough. Who gave a shit about what Dabi wanted?

 You glanced at the clock - two in the morning. Maybe he was sleeping. Well, not for much longer. 

 You wrapped a black, satin robe around you, dressed as you were in a tanktop and barely-there shorts. The irony of covering yourself to meet the man you hoped would undress you was lost on you as you stalked out of your room and down the hall to the adjoining chamber. 

 You pushed the door open, not bothering to knock, and found Dabi leaning against the cushions, a cigarette in his mouth and, surprisingly, a book in his hands. The one you had been reading days earlier. 

 He looked up to see you in the doorway and for once, nothing sarcastic fell from his mouth. He waited patiently for you to reveal the purpose of your visit.

 “Dabi,” you began, your chest heaving with the emotional upheaval and your march down the corridor. “Fuck my brains out.”

 A slow smirk spread on those damnably pretty lips, and he quirked an eyebrow at you, waiting.

 It took you a moment before you remembered, and you averted your gaze, a blush spreading on your defiant face as you added, “Pretty please.” 

 He leaned back into the pillows, beckoning you closer with a crooked finger. “Come here,” he instructed, his voice low and serious for once. “And close the door behind you.”

 You shut the door behind you and turned the lock. The sound of the latch sliding into place made you nervous, despite the fact that you had locked it yourself. You turned back towards him, biting your lip, and watched him put out his cigarette in the ashtray on his night stand. He had folded over a corner of the page he had been reading, and set his book beside it. You watched the curve of his back, his loose, white t-shirt clinging to his form. His spiky black hair and uneven skin tone. You could hear your heartbeat thumping dully against your eardrums and could not account for why you were suddenly so nervous. 

 You were far from a blushing virgin, had more experience to your name than anyone else you knew. And yet, you had never had an encounter like this. One that was by no means a transaction and simply a mutual desire, a mutual release. At least, you hoped it was still mutual. You hadn’t planned for this, you didn’t know what he would want of you or how best to behave to satisfy him. He despised the daddy kink Shigaraki was so fond of - but that was the extent of your knowledge as to his sexual preferences. 

 You felt like you were about to take an exam you hadn’t studied for. For a subject where you hadn’t attended a single class. Most of your interactions had been centered on you, and you had failed to take the opportunity to study him, not thinking it would seriously lead to this. Not realizing you would end up wanting to please him, wanting him to praise you. 

 He stood and moved around the bed, closing the distance between the two of you slowly and confidently. His disarming smirk put you somewhat at ease. There was nothing to be nervous about, was there?

 “Well, well, well…” He began as he approached you, his low voice making your stomach do somersaults. You felt your heart skip a beat as his hands lifted to your abdomen and he leisurely untied the satin sash holding your robe closed. The garment fell open and he brought his hands to your shoulders, before slowly pushing the robe off and down your arms, murmuring, “Let’s have a look at you.”

 The black, satin fabric pooled around your feet and Dabi’s turquoise eyes caressed every swell and dip of your form causing warmth to collect in your face. Why did he have this effect on you? Why couldn’t you keep your cool around him?

 His fingers skirted the hem of your tanktop, before taking hold of it and pulling it up and over your head. A hum of approval vibrated from his chest as his gaze lingered appreciatively on your naked torso. You clenched your hands into fists to keep yourself from crossing your arms reflexively over your chest as you averted your eyes. He was only looking at you and you already felt as if your entire body was aflame, as if you would melt into a puddle. You could only blame that intense gaze, those warm hands, that careless grin.

 He stepped in towards you, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts as he angled his head to catch your eye. “Nervous?” he asked, the ever-present mocking undertone not lost on you. 

 “It’s just… a little… weird,” you admitted, heat blooming on your cheeks. 

 “Bout to get a hell of a lot more weird, sweetheart.” He tugged on your shorts as he spoke and the heat in your face intensified. There was no turning back. 

 Pulling your shorts down to your ankles slowly, leisurely, as if he had every intention of driving you out of your mind with each tantalizing movement, his fingers left a trail of warmth where they brushed down the length of your legs. Dabi lowered himself, bringing the last cumbersome article of clothing down to the floor. 

 Another good-humored hum sounded from his lips as you stepped out of your shorts and he rose back to his full-height, his hands trailing back up your body as he did so, past your calves and thighs, brushing over your hip bones and your navel, palming your breasts before he came to a stop at your shoulders and held you at arm’s length to better appreciate your beauty. 

 When he lifted his eyes to yours and saw you trembling with nerves, your face a mortified scarlet, he couldn’t help but laugh. 

 “Hey, I thought this is what you do for a living, Shouldn’t you be used to this?” He reached out for your chin and tilted your face back towards himself, grinning cheekily in the face of your discomfort. 

 “Not like this,” you confessed. Not as if the very sight of you was a wonder to behold. Not like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. It could turn a girl’s head. 

 “What?” He teased, pulling you in towards himself. “No one ever tell you you’re beautiful?” 

 You lifted your eyes towards him, stunned. He thought you were beautiful? No one had ever said that objectively. You had only ever heard that word as a part of a string of meaningless praise preceding an impending orgasm from your most recent target. You had never heard it growing up, had never heard it from your acquaintances, and had most certainly never heard it from someone who sounded like they meant it. Someone whose eyes trailed over you as if you were a work of art. 

 “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Dabi laughed weakly. “A travesty, doll. Let me show you.” 

 Without further ado, he tucked a hand under your knees and lifted you like a newlywed bride, carrying you to the opposite end of the room, where a floor-length mirror had escaped your notice. 

 “Gorgeous, right?” He smirked, meeting your eye in the mirror. 

 It was the oddest image. Your naked self, curled up against his chest, carried securely in his arms. The combination of his dark hair and scarred skin with your own colorings truly was appealing to the eye. It was somehow beautiful. You looked on in awe, wishing you could somehow engrave the image into your mind’s eye. 

 “Hm? Cat got your tongue?” he teased, and you looked up at him with a nervous laugh. 

 “Yeah, I guess we look kind of good together.”

 “You think?” His confident smirk set butterflies alight in your stomach. Before you could answer he turned back towards the bed, tossing you onto the mattress, causing you to yelp in surprise. With a self-satisfied expression he joined you on the mattress and  crawled over you. 

 You sighed in relief. This part at least, you were good at. Your hands skimmed over his collarbones, over his shoulders, meeting behind his neck. He watched you with curious amusement before you pulled him in towards yourself to press a heated kiss to his lips. Dabi indulged you gladly, deepening the kiss, consuming you whole as his tongue sought entrance - which you granted gladly. You probed his tongue with yours, feeling for his piercing, smirking against his mouth when you tasted steel. 

 You tugged at the hem of his shirt, eager to even the playing field, and he helped you pull the cotton over his head. Glad to finally have him exposed, you broke away from the kiss, your eyes drinking him in. Your fingers traced over his chest, over the lines where injured skin met with smooth skin, your fingertips skimming over the metal holding it together. You swallowed as sadness lodged in your throat. You wished you knew what had hurt him so badly. Was it merely the consequences of his quirk? Or had someone injured him to this extent? 

 “You, too,” you muttered thickly, bringing your hands back up to cup his face, angular and handsome and wonderful. Those eyes that seemed to make you light up and take flight. Your voice was constricted with an emotion you could not explain. “You’re beautiful.”

 A disbelieving laugh sounded, and Dabi lowered his lips back to yours. “Yeah?” he asked, before closing the remaining distance, completely disregarding your statement. You tried to answer with your kiss, with the intensity of your longing, with the way you traced your hands down his back. You tried to show him how much you wanted him, how much you had been thinking of him. How deeply he had wormed his way into your thoughts. 

 But he likely already knew that, didn’t he? This had all been a part of his plan, hadn’t it? He knew you were a lost cause, right? 

 He trailed his lips down the side of your jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin there, before trailing his tongue down the length of your neck. The steel ball of his piercing sent a shiver down your spine. His hands skimmed up your sides and trailed over your torso to cup your breasts. The combined sensations were heady and dizzying and you sighed in delight as you arched into his touch. You felt him chuckle against your neck, but you were too far gone to care. You buried your fingers in his hair and tugged as gently as you were able with the heat that was coursing through you. 

 “Tell me,” you murmured breathlessly, not wanting to be selfish. “Tell me what you want me to do. I -” you sucked in a sharp breath as his lips closed around your nipple, teasing the sensitive bud with his teeth. “I didn’t plan for this and I - I didn’t study you, so, - ah!” 

 “Mm?” he questioned, alternating to your other breast to continue his ministrations. “Is that how you normally do this? Study what you think the other person will be into?”

 “It works,” you shot back defensively as your eyes flew open. 

 “Takes all the fun out of it,” he shook his head, his hair brushing over your collarbones. 

 He licked a trail up from the dip of your navel, over your belly button, between your breasts and over your collar bones before drawing to a stop with a nip on your throat. 

 “You know what I think?” he asked, supporting himself with his hands as he hovered over you. “I think…” he lifted a knee to press the rough fabric of his jeans against your exposed slit. “That you’re so focused on what the other person wants from you…” he rubbed his knee against your core, making your breath hitch in your throat. “That you don’t even know what you want anymore.” 

 “That’s …” you struggled to focus on what he was saying, “That’s ridiculous.”

 “Is it?” He smirked, watching the way your eyes were losing focus as he continued pressing up against you. “Then give me your profile. What do you like? What are you into?” He applied more pressure to your core, “What do you want?”

 “I…” you swallowed and tried to focus. “I want…” The sensations were dizzying. His proximity was dizzying. His voice positively hypnotizing. His eyes were going to burn you alive and you would love every second of it. 

 With a fleeting moment of clarity, you answered honestly, “I want you.” 

 Dabi was briefly taken aback, looking down into your eyes, surprised to see the sincerity there. He recovered quickly, however, and reverted to his usual aloof, teasing manner. “Do you now?” the smirk gracing his face was almost a smile. “Well, then. The princess should get what she wants, right?” 

 There was no room for further conversation as Dabi put all of his expertise to use. His finger trailed blazing patterns on your skin and his mouth seemed to set every nerve ending alight, until you melted away into nothingness, weak and boneless in his arms. When he crawled down the length of your body your eyes flew open in surprise. That wasn’t something men generally did of their own volition and you were already plagued by guilt that you had been very much on the receiving end of all of this. 

 But no sooner had your lips parted in protest than you felt that now familiar steel ball parting your folds as he licked up the length of your slit. The coldness of the metal, the wet warmth of his tongue, you could not restrain the helpless moan escaping your throat. He parted your folds with his thumbs and flattened his tongue as he licked up the length of you once again, pausing at your clit to swirl circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You whined in mindless delight as you lifted your hips, eager to feel him more firmly against you. His hands flew up to hold you down, maintaining his control over your pleasure, even as his tongue penetrated your wet and aching cavern. You stifled a helpless cry as you buried your hands in his hair, holding him where you needed him most. 

 You didn’t have it in you to be offended when he smirked against you. At last he released your hips, trailing his fingers down to your aching core. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, lifting his head briefly to smirk at your lewd expression as he pushed two fingers inside of you. Withdrawing them slowly, only to repeat the motion at a torturous pace. The way you bit your lip and whimpered in complaint was all the reward he needed. 

 He dove back in to continue your torment. You deserved it after how you had positively tortured him the past few weeks. Laving his tongue over your sensitive clit, he pressed his piercing against the sensitive bud, repeating the action once, twice, before he closed his mouth on you and sucked harshly on your clit at the same time he picked up the pace of his fingers, adding a third finger now as he thrust them in and out of you with abandon. 

 The effect was immediate, you arched your back and cried out in helpless euphoria. His name, he noted with satisfaction. His name. In your voice. No high-pitched theatrics. Low and husky and vulnerable. Just the way he wanted you. Writhing beneath his tongue and his fingers. He groaned against you in satisfaction at the thought. He finally had you in his bed, living out the fantasies he had entertained every single night he was forced to listen to you pleasuring Shigaraki. 

 The vibrations of his low moan against your clit was the final stimulation needed to cast you over the edge. The tightly coiled heat in your abdomen shattered without warning, leaving you crying out his name. Your inner walls clenched around his fingers as wave after wave of mindless bliss crashed over you. You felt tears pool in your eyes for reasons you simply could not hope to explain. You wiped them away quickly, terrified at what they had to mean. That Dabi not only satisfied you physically, but somehow touched you on a deeper level. A level you had not ever thought possible. You banished those thoughts and decidedly ignored them. There would be time enough for that later, when you were alone. 

 When he crawled back over you, briefly supporting himself on your trembling thighs, that same shit-eating grin on his face, you could not help but smile back as you draped shivering arms around his neck. 

 “You’re shaking,” he remarked with amusement, cocking a brow at you. 

 “Mm,” you confirmed, surprised to discover the same yourself. When had an orgasm ever hit you so hard? Never?

 “You know you’re good,” you scoffed against his mouth. “Are you pretending to be surprised?” 

 Dabi chose to deepen the kiss rather than answer you with another snarky remark and the taste of yourself on his mouth surprised you at the same time that it turned you on. Your nerves felt raw and exposed, as if the slightest breeze would blow you apart. You felt deliciously spent and yet you knew, with a mounting sense of excitement, that there was still more to come. 

 Draping a leg around one of his, you shifted your weight to reverse your positions. “My turn,” you smirked down at him. “You might find I’m not too shabby myself.” 

 “I have my doubts,” he threw back, a challenge in his blue eyes, as he  crossed his arms behind his head. 

 “Insufferable,” you clicked your tongue with a shake of your head. Paying worship to his body with open-mouthed kisses and your exploring hands, you lingered when you noticed him tense and lifted your eyes to his, reading his reactions, quickly finding his weak spots. Undoing the buttons of his jeans - had he never heard of pajamas? - and, pulling open the zipper, you tugged the thick fabric off his hips and down the length of his long legs, letting them fall to the floor. 

 Trailing kisses up the inside of his thighs, you fought back a grin when you felt him shudder. Oh, yes. Two could play this game. 

 Hovering over his erect member, you leaned in close and blew a soft breath over his exposed tip, prompting a slew of curses from him. With a grin of your own, you held him firmly in your hands as you flattened your tongue and licked over the tip slowly, tantalizingly, eliciting a groan from him that filled you with pride. His laidback manner was forgotten as he reached down for your shoulders, meeting your eyes with a burning desire in his flaming, blue irises. You raised a brow at him. If he thought you were going to let him control your pace at all, he had another thing coming. 

 Licking leisurely up the underside of his member, tracing the veins that ran along his length, your ears relished every hitch of his breath that you prompted with your ministrations. You put every trick in the book to work, using all of your experience of the past years to ensure you returned the favor in equal measure. If the insistent way he tightened his grip on your upper arms was any indication, it was working. When you closed your lips around him, taking him as far into your throat as your well-trained gag reflex allowed, nothing could have felt as good to you as the low and furious “Fuck,” that rumbled from his throat. 

 His hands sought your hair, digging into your tresses, guiding you gently - and then not-so-gently as his rampant desire got the better of him and he thrust into your throat with abandon. You blinked back the tears pooling in your eyes and did your best to accommodate him. 

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Wait -” he hissed, realizing he was quickly approaching his orgasm. He pressed his hands to your shoulders, trying to push you off as gently as he was able. He called your name when you refused to pull back and with a last, leisurely bob of your head you hollowed your cheeks, flattened your tongue against his length, and pulled off of him with a wet “pop”. 

 The grin you gave him as you pulled back made him want to shake you in frustration at the same time that he wanted to kiss you senseless and pound you into the mattress. “You’re a fucking brat, aren’t you?” But there was affection laced in the insult as he gripped your arms and pulled you back up to kiss you once more, not at all put off by the taste of himself on you. 

 You straddled his hips as his hands splayed and journeyed the length of your back, making you shiver in delight. You were distracted from the intensity of his kiss as you positioned yourself, ready to sink down onto his erection but without warning, his hands dug into your hair and flipped the two of you over until you were beneath him again.

 “Tsk, tsk.” He shook his head, teasing you although he was still breathing heavily. “I told you, didn’t I?” Those impenetrable blue eyes met yours as he leaned in and nipped on your earlobe.

 “We’re not playing by your rules.”

 “What are you afraid of?” You laughed, “I’m good at this, too.” 

 “No,” he held your gaze, his expression unyielding as his hands traced the length of your body, drawing to a stop by your entrance. Guiding himself to your moist cavern, he dragged his wet tip up and down the length of your slit, making you bite your lip at the pleasant sensation. 

 “You don’t know what you want. We’re going to find out today, though, aren’t we?”

 “I told you,” you protested on a whine as he continued lazily dragging up and down, only brushing past your entrance briefly without giving you the satisfaction of penetration. “I want y- oh!” Your confession was cut short as he stopped teasing and pushed inside of you, slipping in easily with how wet you were. 

 You moaned in satisfaction, full to the brim, complete, perfect, whole, and satisfied. There was something entirely different about being with Dabi. Like two puzzle pieces finally being put together so that the entire image was brought into view with perfect clarity. 

 “Dabi, I -” Whatever you wanted to say was lost as he thrust into you again, a few, experimental strokes until he hit the spot within you that made you see stars. 

 “Well, that was quick,” he smirked at your expression and picked up the pace, aiming for that spot every time until you thought you would lose your mind. Never had you lain with someone who so prioritized your pleasure. Who seemed to value your release over his own. Who touched you like it mattered. And although every rational inclination within you insisted you were imagining it, you had never felt so loved. So valued. 

 You abandoned yourself entirely to him scraping your nails up the length of his back, carefully avoiding the metal that you feared would pain him, digging your hands into his hair, touching him wherever you could as if every inch of separation was too much to bear. 

 He in turn, continued thrusting into you with a steady, rhythmic pace that hastened incrementally, maintaining perfect control as that coil within you tightened and burned with every thrust. Your hips rose up to meet his thrust for thrust, chasing your release and he smirked down at you, even as his breath quickened to match your own.

 “Mm, that’s right. No one ever made you feel like this, did they?” 

 The expression of mindless pleasure on your face was answer enough. “Thought you knew everything, didn’t you?” He continued teasing you, every word punctuated by another ruthless thrust.

 “Never too late to learn something new, babe.” 

 “Ugh,” you moaned, fisting your hands into your hair. “Shut up.”

 “Feel good?” He grinned, slowing his pace.

 “So good,” you enthused with a whimper of complaint. “Don’t stop. Don’t slow down. Please.” 

 “Don’t ever settle for less than this, sweetheart.” The emotion behind the words was unclear to your lust-hazy mind. There was a warning there, a longing, a bitterness, but it was too much to try and sort it out and make sense of it. You only nodded numbly, desperate to provide some assurance. “Don’t ever want anyone else, Dabi.” 

 Your eyes flew open to meet his, losing your mind thrust for thrust. “Only you, Dabi.” 

 His lips pressed together in a firm line, surprised and touched. You were clearly out of it. You didn’t know what you were saying. He needed to stop teasing you. “Sure, babe. Sure.” 

 There was no more room for conversation as he picked up the pace, hips pistoning into you ruthlessly, causing your breaths to leave you in stuttering gasps. You reached up for him, feeling yourself be swept away, closer and closer to the quickly approaching edge of oblivion. 

 He grunted out your name in a voice so husky and strained it was honey to your ears. “Come for me. Come all over me.” 

 The suggestion, the vivid idea, and the utterance of your name tipped you over the edge and you clung to him for dear life as your walls convulsed around him. He groaned into your neck as his own release followed closely on yours. A repeated sound echoed in your ears as your insides fluttered in pleasure. The tingles of mind-blowing euphoria made you dizzy and disoriented. Only when you felt yourself coming down, the pleasure easing into something more bearable, did you recognize what that sound was. You were whispering his name like a mantra, like it was keeping you alive. You bit your tongue in shame, stopping yourself from saying it again. The name of the man whose head was nestled in the crook of your neck. 

 You shivered, worn out and utterly spent. It was probably a good way to die, you thought absentmindedly. Feeling loved and full and happy. You blinked up at the ceiling, feeling the weight of him draped over you like he was all that kept you from floating away. 

 Moments passed, and slowly but surely, reality settled back in, uninvited and unfeeling. Shigaraki was coming back the day after tomorrow. This wasn’t your first time with Dabi. It was your last time with him. 

 You shivered. 

 “Cold?” Dabi murmured lazily as he shifted to better cover you with his body. The whole of him was like a hot water bottle, emanating warmth by nature of his quirk and you snuggled into him to keep the shivers at bay. 

 You fell from that high sharply and painfully as one realization after another hit you with dizzying intensity. What you had felt for Dabi wasn’t merely sexual frustration. It wouldn’t disappear when you stepped out of his room. You were starting to worry that it wouldn’t ever fade away. If anything, this sexual encounter had only made things worse. Only intensified feelings you might otherwise have been able to talk yourself out of. 

 Your desire for him was not only physical. And the sheer knowledge of that broke your heart. Because you had chosen to service his boss, and there would never, ever be room for there to be anything at all between you. 

 You buried your face into his shoulder, trying to disappear into that blissful mindless feeling you had been floating on only moments before, but the reality of your situation hovered over you like a dark cloud. 

 At length, Dabi rolled over onto his back and, mercifully, chose not to comment on the confessions you had made in the heat of passion. Pleas along the lines of “only you”. 

 You sat up, ready to take your leave, not wanting to have to be told to do so, but Dabi took hold of your wrist and tugged you back in towards himself. 

 “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

 You hesitated, turning back towards him. “Would that be okay? I don’t want to… uh… force you or anything.” 

 “Well, aren’t you considerate?” The sarcasm, the smirk, the familiar signs that meant everything was unchanged between you sent relief through your heart and you curled back into his side, resting your head on his arm. 

 “Shigaraki won’t be back until the day after tomorrow. At least that’s what Kurogiri says, so you can sleep here if you want,” he offered in uncharacteristic kindness. 

 “Thank you,” you murmured, tracing circles on his chest. 

 “Dabi…” you breathed in surprise, your eyes widening as you saw blood seeping from between the layers of skin held together by the staples. “You’re bleeding.” You lifted concerned eyes to his, but he didn’t so much as open his eyes in return.

 “Happens, sometimes.” His tone of voice was utterly indifferent, as casual as if he had nothing more than a cough. 

 Unable to help yourself, you trailed your fingers over the wound, wincing as it closed up, and the blood stopped flowing. Now, Dabi did open his eyes, blinking at the ceiling as the pain in his chest faded away. 

 He angled his head towards you, seeing you curled up against his side. He took a hold of your shoulder, pushing you onto your back, exposing your chest to him. Sure enough, just above your right breast, a long, thin incision was weeping blood, right around the area where his wound had just closed.

 “You’re not quirkless.” 

 It was a statement, not a question, but you answered anyway. “No, I’m not. Although it might have been better if I was.” 

 Dabi observed the wound with lidded eyes, wrapping his mind around this new information. Shigaraki’s improved skin condition. You scratching at your neck. The cigarette burn on his arm that had not even left a mark. The same day, in the same spot, a similar burn on your arm. 

 “I can… take wounds onto my own body.” You clarified, confirming his suspicions. “It’s not something I like for people to know about, honestly.” 

 “Does Shigaraki know?” Dabi fixed you in place with an uncharacteristically serious expression. 

 “He does.” You nodded, covering the wound with your hand, feeling oddly uncomfortable. 

 “So, he’s keeping you as insurance.” Dabi’s voice was low and disapproving. 

 “I guess you could say that,” you shrugged. 

 “If he ever cuts it too close, he’ll transfer his injuries to you and walk away unscathed.” Dabi tried again, the reproach clear in his voice this time. 

 “Well, probably, yeah. It makes me useful.” You didn’t want him upset, and you didn’t want to talk about Shigaraki, and you didn’t want the pleasant lull you had found yourselves in to disappear at all.

 Dabi only frowned, pulling your hand away from your injury and watching the blood drip down your chest. He pulled a box out of his nightstand, a fact that likely should not have surprised you, given that the villain found himself caught up in fights more often than not, and set about dressing your wound. 

 “Don’t heal me again.” His instruction left no room for argument. “Why the hell would you? You have a thing for pain or something?” He disinfected the cut, ignoring the way you winced as he did so. 

 He thought back to your first real interaction, where he had tugged you onto his lap. You had even healed him back then? Why? He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Had you noticed him, like he had noticed you? That spelled nothing good for either of you. What feelings of fondness had made you take that meaningless injury onto yourself? Risking even, that he might find out about your quirk, which could only result in vulnerability for you.

 He frowned as he pressed a bandaid to the injury, concerned about the nature of your quirk. He knew what it meant to have a quirk that injured its user. To suffer because someone else wanted to use one’s quirk to their own advantage, regardless of the harm that came to the individual in question. He still wanted vengeance for those injustices and to think, here, in the league, the very same policies were in place. It pissed him off. It wasn’t right. 

 “In the League of Villains, everyone does what they want,” he began. “That’s what we’re all about.” He returned the disinfectant and his tools to the box, snapping it shut before he replaced it in his nightstand. 

 “So, don’t let me see you trying to save anyone or sacrifice yourself like a goddamn hero.” He lifted his azure eyes to yours, compelling you to agree. 

 “I won’t. Damn, who do you think I am? If I wanted to help anyone, I wouldn’t have kept this a secret for so long. I only had to use it to get into Shigaraki’s good graces.” You reassured him with your characteristic devil-may-care attitude and he let it go, even if he didn’t entirely believe you. 

 Hesitantly, you glanced in the direction of the bed, before meeting his eyes again. “So… can I still sleep here?” 

 “Yeah, as long as you don’t try to pull any more stupid heroics.” He settled back onto the cushions and you nuzzled into his side, covering the both of you with his navy-blue blanket as you draped your arm over his chest. 

 “It’s blue, by the way,” you murmured.

 “Huh?” he cracked open an eye, looking down at you.

 “My favorite color. It’s blue,” you supplied, sidling in closer to him.

 “That so?” He closed his eyes again, stowing that information away.

 You had two days until Shigaraki was set to return. You weren’t going to waste a minute of them, you promised yourself as you angled your head to press a kiss to Dabi’s cheek. Just for these two days, you would allow yourself everything you wanted.

#dabi smut #shigaraki smut #bnha #dark #angst #cheating #dabixreader #dabi x reader #dabi x you

[hydrangeasimagination]

Hi! I wanna start by saying I love your writing! I'd like to request Shigaraki and Dabi with a s/o that has a quirk the gives them migraines( I was thinking of a quirk where depending on the color of their eyes, they see things differently. Like gold is a sniper scope, red sees blood running through a body , green is night vision, and so on )

These were sort of similar so I decided to put them both together!

Now, I’m only doing this because these were TWO separate requests that were close to one another in theme.

Otherwise, I will only take three characters at a time.

Dabi’s is a lil’ spicy btw.

~ Dari

Dabi

makes sure you don't use overuse your quirk because he had experience of what it's like to do so, evident by how he looked

carrying pain meds just in case - might as well put the pouch on his belt to good use after all

always intrigued to see your quirk in action

likely will call your eyes pretty no matter what you're using it for and will absolutely stare at them when there's nothing he needs to do

found you with a gun is real fucking hot and will shamelessly tell you while you're sniping bitches down

another thing he'll do is fluster you with the properties of your quirk in anyway possible

lifting his shirt in complete darkness, knowing you're the only one that can see or grabbing himself through his pants so you can see where his blood is going

basically the worst tease

Shigaraki Tomura

another starer

compared your quirk to something like a video game hack and found calling you his "player two" is much more suitable in this situation

especially since it made you a personification of a first person shooter - of which turned into a running inside joke between the both of you

can't work with you on missions because he's too entranced by the change of your eyes and he can't stop looking when he should be doing something else

probably had you activate your quirk just so he can admire them

made sure the hideout is always supplied with extra strength pain meds no matter how thin funds are because all of the LOV experienced pain

it just happened to be a coincidence that you do the most so are always the one carrying them

also got you a timer that reminds you to stop before the quirk limit is reached

Bakugo Katsuki

he calls you “the walking embodiment of a mood ring”... it’s not inaccurate

thinks it's pretty rad, though he probably is concerned over the downside of having your emotions so out in the open as it meant you're easily read in the field

though he learned that it was just strong emotions, he calmed down somewhat

takes pride in seeing you lit up in hot pink when he first asked you out, with a lot of confidence, I might add

though that's only because he noticed you turned pink around him a lot and probably saw a glimpse of stupid Deku's report on you

smoke flooded from his sweaty palms when he learned it's the color of love

kinda likes seeing you in red or green too, mostly as they remind him that you can feel the same things he does

favorite is seeing yellow though, especially when he's the one that caused it

Midoriya Izuku

#1 fanboy

studies your quirk like nobody's business and twitters and asks so, so, so many questions

thinks your hair is beautiful and the unconscious properties were something he learned of through observation

you help him with an experiment where he puts things in front of you to see how your reaction affects your hair

has a color coordinated chart by the end of the week of friendship, that doubled once the both of you were together

pink was one you didn't explain so he managed to get someone else to get it out of you... yeah, he couldn't look you in the eye for a while since you only turned pink when he was in sight

he gets all melty when he sees that shade on you and honestly will always blush no matter what since you display so many positive emotions around him

it's a serious boost in his confidence since your feelings for him were so strong

Todoroki Shouto

confused but supportive nonetheless

acknowledges that even without the conscious activation of your quirk, you react a certain way

probably takes care to keep you away from those negative emotions since red reminds himself of his father and red is anger for you so.... he still needs time to get over that

paid close attention to Midoriya's notes to get a gauge on what the range was when he was still pining

it made it easier for him to read and adapt to your needs since he's not quite the best with feelings himself

adores the pink color you turn when he gets close - though doesn't learn about it's meaning until later

the minute he found out, Izuku freaked the fuck out because Shouto and half of the couch was suddenly on fire

will learn jokes and humor stuff just to see yellow more often because it reminds him of the sun

#bnha #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #boku no hero academia #mha #mha x reader #mha imagines #my hero academia #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki #Dabi #dabi x reader #midoriya izuku #midoriya izuku x reader #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tomura x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shouto #headcanons #gender neutral reader #dari writes #x reader #x reader insert #reader insert #spicy #request asks

[makeste]

I really want to know your opinion on this : do you think OFA's secret should be shared with more than just Bakugou? And if so, who? I really love your weekly reactions (you're hilarious) and your metas (you're so articulate!!!!) (´｡• ω •｡`)

first of all, thank you so much! ( ॢ•͈ᴗ•͈ॢ)

as for your question, it’s a bit complicated. my answer is both yes and no. I’ll start with the “no” part, I guess.

so here’s the thing: I absolutely, 100% fully support All Might’s decision to keep OFA secret. I really can’t stress this enough -- this is not something they were keeping hidden for funsies. “the Power Of All Might is something that can be shared and passed on from person to person, and he gave it to a fifteen-year-old boy” is not just something to be spread around lightly; if it got out to the wrong person, it could literally destroy Izuku’s life.

to the villains, he becomes a target, as we’ve already seen. we’re talking about the power of All Might for fuck’s sake. of course he’s a target. it’s the one power that can stand up to even All for One himself. villains would be coming after him pretty much every day of the week. if they don’t know about the “OFA can only be given up willingly” part, they simply try to take the quirk by force. but if they do know about it, that makes it even worse, because that’s when they start getting into methods of coercing him. hostages; torture; you name it. give us OFA or we’ll kill these innocent people. give us OFA or we’ll hurt your family and friends. his mom would have to go into hiding. he would never be safe again.

to the general public, and to agencies like the HPSC, Izuku becomes the subject of heated political controversy, and a potential government pawn. how could All Might do something so irresponsible as entrusting the greatest power in the world into the hands of a quirkless fifteen-year-old?? now the world is left without its Symbol of Peace, and with no one who’s ready to step in and fill those shoes. why didn’t he give OFA to someone with more power, more experience? this is unacceptable. Izuku should give it up to someone else. Hawks, or Best Jeanist, or Endeavor. people are very easily whipped into a frenzy; all it would take is a few viral opinion pieces, and the nation would probably be demanding the government to step in and force Izuku to relinquish it. some citizens might even take it upon themselves to try and capture him if they got desperate enough. even the other pros would probably be pressuring him. as for the HPSC, I wouldn’t put it past them to try and take control/custody of Izuku themselves and claim that it’s a matter of national security or whatnot. they’d have the best of intentions of course. just trying to keep the world safe. but they’re trending much more Hydra than S.H.I.E.L.D. these days, so who knows how badly that could end.

to Izuku’s schoolmates and friends, he becomes one of two things; either the object of mistrust or envy, or else someone to be protected at all costs. for most of them it would be the latter, since they really are good kids. but there’d be some people -- not in his class perhaps, but it’s a big school -- who’d no doubt be echoing the same thoughts as the public at large. he doesn’t deserve it, he’s not strong enough, etc., you get the idea. and if and when the villain attacks and threats -- “give us OFA or else” -- inevitably began to crop up as mentioned, all of the blame would fall down on him. “just give it to someone else who can handle it. why are you so selfish. this isn’t just about you; you’re putting everyone else in danger.”

and for the ones who don’t turn on him, who stay by his side and defend him, there’s still the fact that doing so puts them in danger as well. these kids are heroes. and if you entrust a hero with something that must be protected at all costs, they will protect it. at all costs. which is yet another burden to add to Izuku’s shoulders as now it’s not only his own safety he has to fear for, but that of his friends and loved ones. and if anything happened to them because of him, that’s not something he would ever get over.

so yeah. it’s insanely dangerous. and none of the above is even taking into account that there is a traitor at U.A., and they still don’t know who it is. so given all of that, it’s no wonder All Might insisted that Deku keep it a secret. and then of course Deku went and told Kacchan anyway, which even Kacchan was mad about once he realized the gravity of what he’d been told. but at least Kacchan is someone Deku’s known literally as long as he can remember, and there’s virtually no chance of him being a secret traitor. the same cannot be said for almost anyone else. we all know that they can be trusted, yes. but All Might doesn’t know that. even Aizawa, who is the one other person I’d argue should still have been told, was still a prime suspect in the traitor investigation due to him being one of the few people who could have communicated the information about the class schedule and the training camp’s whereabouts. we know he is not the traitor. we know he would literally die for any one of these kids. but the other characters do not know that for sure, and even Aizawa himself would probably agree that the rational thing under those circumstances would be to trust absolutely no one, with no exceptions. it’s the safest thing to do for Izuku’s sake in a situation where there is relatively little to be gained from telling other people, and potentially everything to lose by doing so. again, we already know there is at least one person in or linked to class 1-A who is not what they seem, who has managed to earn the trust of everyone, and who is connected to the League. that is just not a situation you can afford to fuck around with. “well we really like all these kids a lot and we’ve gotten to know them and we’re pretty sure they’re all on the up and up” is just not good enough when we are literally talking about a matter of life and death for a sixteen-year-old child.

so that’s the “no” part of my answer. I don’t think the secret should be shared. or at least, that would have been my answer before Shigaraki Tomura woke up from his three-month nap and was all “GOD I REALLY WANT ONE FOR ALL”, and Endeavor was all “ONE FOR ALL WHAT IS THAT”, and Izuku was all “HEY MISTER ENDEAVOR SIR, JUST SO YOU KNOW, SHIGARAKI IS AFTER ME”, and Aizawa was all “I don’t know what the fuck is going on here, but I too heard ‘One for All’ on the comm, and have also deduced that for some reason Shigaraki Tomura is targeting my student, because most of the time I’m the one who’s actually holding on to the two brain cells that all of the pro heroes collectively share.”

so now that all of that has gone down, I think the situation has changed enough where, moving forward, at the very least Endeavor and Aizawa will have to be let in on the secret. because if not, they’re probably going to start doing their own investigations into it and could wind up accidentally spilling the beans to EVERYONE. so at the very least they will (and should) know. and this also applies to anyone else who stumbles across this battle before it wraps up, and thus also starts putting the pieces together. I think this will be Shouto and Ochako and Iida, potentially, which I’ll be glad to see happen if that is the case. because even though I firmly believe not telling them earlier was the right call, that doesn’t mean I don’t want them to know about it. they’re his friends, and they’ve earned his trust and care about his wellbeing. I think and hope that they’ll understand why they weren’t told earlier, and I hope they don’t blame Izuku for it at all, because it absolutely is not his fault. he made a promise to All Might, and All Might, as I’ve stated, had very good reasons for keeping this on the DL.

and by the way, it also would not surprise me at all if in spite of all the precautions they’ve taken, the secret actually DOES get revealed to the world at large eventually. at which point I’m almost positive every single thing I mentioned above will come to pass, and Izuku will be in for one hell of a rough ride. the upside though is that at least he’ll have a bigger support network to help him get through it. and also he is a much stronger, smarter, and more capable person than he was even just a year ago, and he’s better equipped to handle it now than he might have been before. it’s much harder to argue “this child should not have been given OFA” when said child is now capable of using 45% power instead of just 5% and/or 100%-but-his-entire-body-gets-destroyed-in-the-process. also harder to argue when said child has since UNLOCKED THE POWER OF SIXQUIRKS which not even All Might managed to do, so suck on that!! of course, that in turn opens the door to suspicion about him being connected to AFO, which is a whole new set of problems. OFA really is just a humongous pain in the ass in a lot of ways lmao.

anyway, so I hope that answers your question! no I don’t think they should have told anyone earlier, but I do think they should come clean to a few people now, since they’ve basically been all but found out anyway. and I will be happy to have those people included in the OFA Scooby Squad moving forward. they’re going to have to get a bigger clubhouse though I guess.

#midoriya izuku #all might #one for all #bnha meta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #asks #anon asks #long post #deku meta

[atsukashii]

❝r.i.p to the youth❞ // e. kirishima

SYNOPSIS: ➛ The world has gone to shit and you have lost almost everyone close to you, including Kirishima

» CHARACTER PAIRING: eijiro kirishima x reader

» WORD COUNT: 5.6K cause i have no chill again

» GENRE: apocalyptic au, aged up characters

» WARNINGS: major character death, ANGST with fluff ending, blood, swearing

« masterlist || ao3 »

You were only seventeen when the world had gone to shit. You had been studying with your friends at U.A when you watched the news roll in, villains had popped up everywhere in a large scale attack. After that day, the world had never been the same. Led by Tomura Shigaraki, the league of villains now held hostage the world, ruling it in the very way they knew how. Now labelled The Purge, many of the top heroes were wiped out in the first few months, and more as it followed.

Now today, five years later, you are still trying to survive through an apocalyptic world, where ones who were only students when it started, are now leaders of rebellion… the only force to attempt to rise up against the villain dictatorship. The Rebellion Army was created by pro heroes once the fighting began, however as the years passed, there were newly inducted commanders in charge more frequently than there ever should be. You are one of them. Along with your previous schoolmates and close friends, Izuku, Shouto, Bakugou, Iida, and Momo, somehow you had all become the leaders of the rebellion army. All the previous pro heroes either having been killed or forced into solitude for their safety and the safety of the rebellion. Together, your spread out force had managed to locate some of the existing pro’s, however, they opted to be the voice of reason and advice, and decided to leave the leadership to a bunch of twenty-year-olds. You were inducted as a commander just over two years ago due to the strength of your quirk, your incredible strategic skills, and your ability to be stealthy was far greater than anyone else. You had earned that rank in a time where you didn’t want it. All you wanted was for this all to end.

Looking down at the picture in your hands, you wish you could turn back time and transport back to it. It had been a few months before The Purge began, where the only concern you had was if you were going to pass your final exams, your work-study, and your boyfriend. Not the fate of the world, or at least not until you were a pro.

In the faded image, you were shielding your eyes from the sun but had a bright grin on your face. Your thighs were draped over a shirtless male torso that had your heart hurting inside your chest. He had a carefree, teeth-bared grin on his face, his eyes squinted shut in the sunlight, as he held onto your legs to support you. He looked so happy that day, in fact, you all were. You and your class had gone to a water-park, as a time to relax and just have chaotic levels of fun. It was one of your last good memories before it all fell apart. And now, this picture with your boyfriend was your greatest treasure. 

Because two years ago, villains had discovered your previous location and attacked out of the blue. It had been pure chaos and a mad scramble to evacuate and get away with as few casualties as possible. It was one of the worst days of your life. Because that day, you had been separated from your boyfriend and once the dust had settled, he was gone. You had searched for days, not eating or sleeping. The only thing on your mind was finding Eijiro Kirishima, if it was the last thing you did. You were only forced to stop when Bakugou pulled you away, kicking and screaming.  Everyone had said he was dead, and that you needed to accept it, but Bakugou just reiterated the same line over and over.

‘Shitty hair wouldn’t fucking die like that. We’ll find him y/n.” yet here you were, two years down the line, with still no sign of him. So like everyone else, you had accepted the fact that he was no longer going to be around, and when you found yourself deep within a pit of depression, it was your friends who pulled you from it, helping you take a step every day. You weren’t over it, and you knew you wouldn’t ever be. For that red-head who was sunshine personified was the love of your life, and he always would be.

A knock comes from your closed door, and hesitantly, you shift your gaze from the photo in your hands to the figure now poking their head through the partially cracked doorway. Momo’s kind smile meets you, and when she sees the tattered picture in your hands, it morphs into something soft but laced with pain. You aren’t the only one who is hurting from his passing, it has affected your friends and comrades too. There was too much death these days, too much for people to bear.

“It was a very fun day.” She says, walking over to where you sit on your bed, before sitting next to you. It had been one of your best memories with Kirishima, yes, but also with your other friends. Some who weren’t around now…

“And so different to life now.” You reply, pushing the picture back under your pillow before you turn to your friend and fellow leading commander. “What’s going on?” There had to be something for her to come and get you during your break.

“Shouto wants to move the stealth operation to today. He says he’s got a bad feeling about tomorrow.” You’re not surprised by the idea, so you just nod, not questioning your friends’ instincts for a second. Being in charge of such a large operation, all six of your close friends have learnt the inner workings of each other's minds. And when someone has a gut feeling, a hunch, you follow it, because nine times out of ten, it’s right. And in a world ruled by villains, being wrong means death, and that’s something you don’t want to see happen ever again.   “We want you to lead it.” Of course.

The argument sits heavy on your tongue, but something inside you like always can’t seem to let it out. Maybe it was the guilt, or the fear of not being there to stop something bad from happening again. Because not long after you had lost Kirishima, you had lost your mentor, your work-study agency leader, your friend, in a stealth mission gone wrong. You had almost died that day, unable to save your mentor. Instead, Keigo Takami had saved you, and you weren’t going to let his sacrifice go to waste. You were going to protect every single one of your friends, even if it meant you died in the process.

“Alright.” Together, you both stand and begin the walk to the meeting room. The second you walk in, your eyes meet your four commanding friends, as well as three others. You smile at Jiro, Sero and Shoji before sitting down at a vacant seat. “What’s the plan?” You ask the quiet room, listening as Momo points towards a map of the city in the centre of the table, explaining the plan.

“Jiro’s ear jacks are going to eavesdrop on anything audible inside the warehouse. Shoji and Sero, you are on lookout, and  Y/n, you are on escape routes.” Everyone in the stealth team had quirks that allowed them to do their job quickly and efficiently… but you were just there as back up, as a walking bomb ready to go off if something detrimental should occur.

You’d lost half of your quirk the day you had almost died, and witnessed your mentor sacrifice himself for you. Those flames, ones you can manipulate yourself- but failed to, burnt your wings until the weight that had rested between your shoulder blades your whole life, was gone. Now, you could manipulate fire, but hadn’t used it in almost a year, instead, focusing on hand to hand combat. After that day, you could barely glance at flames without either making yourself sick, or having flashbacks powerful enough that they seemed as if you were actually trapped back in the past. The sensation… the scent… the burning… the screaming.

“Live, little firebird. Save us all.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you let out a sigh before standing to your feet. Everyone in the room looks in your direction, and you look at Bakugou, one of your closest friends and look into his eyes, trying to ignore the nagging thought that they look similar to Kirishima’s.

“We leave at 22:00.” Momo nods to you across the table and you look to your friends who are risking their lives alongside you. “Let’s get some dirt on these assholes.”

                                            ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉

“We don’t get closer than ten metres to any entrance or exits of the building.” You whisper, using your very very little air manipulation to help your words travel to your friend’s ears. You see all three of them nod in response as you creep down the abandoned alleyway. The world is so quiet, the only noise was the slight breeze and trash being moved across the street from it. Everything about this area was abandoned and for good reason. You had discovered through one of the rebellion’s many spaced out informants, that they had seen S class league members frequently visiting this warehouse. This mission wasn’t to take more than two hours, that’s what Bakugou had drilled into your brain.

“Don’t be fucking late because I’m not coming to look for your dumb ass.” You weren’t a moron, which is what you had responded with and you could have sworn the blonde wanted to punch you in the face. It was the usual really, the urge and not the actual physical blow - that never happened. However, you knew that if your team didn’t show up, the blonde would come looking for you and not stopping until he dragged you all back and then tried to kill you himself for being stupid.

Normally, other than villain activity, it is quiet in this part of town. The previous residents having abandoned their homes the second the league of villains moved in. So you are surprised when Shoji gestured to you only thirty minutes in.

‘Figure. 2 blocks.’ He gestured with his hands, not risking to speak so close to the building. Sure you are on the second floor of the building next door, but with Jiro’s quirk in use, you aren’t going to distract her either.

‘Villain?’ You question, using both your hands to communicate the thought back. Shoji shakes his head and instead waves you over to his position. Silently, you manoeuvring until you are next to him, looking out the broken out window at where he is pointing - straight towards a figure staring at the building you’re currently listening on. The person is completely decked out in all black, and you definitely different recognise them, not that you could make out much of their figure other than the fact they were tall and bulk, probably male. If he were a villain, surely he could have just walked towards the building instead of peering at it like a predator watching its prey.

In silence, Shoji and you watch as the figure moves towards the building, carefully using the shadows to hide their body as they slip between alleyways and across the street. Okay, so not a villain… Suddenly the figure disappears behind an alleyway and you look at Shoji with a frown. What the hell was someone that wasn’t a part of the rebellion doing here?

From what you were aware, you were the only current branch within this area, the rebellion spreading wide across both Japan and the world, all under different titles and names, however, you were the leading force in this city, and possibly Japan. You would know if there was another organisation within the city limits. So who the hell was that?

Jiro taps the floor twice and your eyes look to Sero, holding his binoculars, directed straight at the warehouse. They were wrapping up. You tap your wrist to signify that you were to head out in one minute, when a gasp suddenly breaks the silence. Oxygen leaves your lungs as Shoiji tackles you to the floor. Wheezing, you don’t question in when heat engulfs the world outside the window. Your ribs scream in pain from the impact, but over your friend’s shoulder, you see the bright blue flames lick across the ceiling through the open window. Blue flames.

Your screams bounce across the concrete walls of what once had been an office building but was now nothing but rubble. Blue flames lick over your shoulder blades and neck. Your spine, engulfed in a pain you never thought possible, but what has you screaming is the image in front of you. You look up into Dabi’s smirking face, his blue flames swirling around his scarred fist. “This is the end of the line for you gorgeous.” He raises his hands in front of your face and for a second you close your eyes, praying for it all to be over. But then there’s a thump, and you watch in horror as Hawk’s - beaten to a pulp, lands in front of you, his scarlet red wings spread out behind him shielding you from the blue flames.

“Live, little firebird. Save us all.”

The last of his feathers grip your clothes, and you slam out of the rubble, dragging you across town as fast as they can. You cry out and beg to stop as one by one, they fall to the ground, losing their power, until you lay on the sidewalk outside the warehouse on your stomach, trying not to scream. You knew your wings were gone, the heavyweight you had held up your entire life wasn’t there. Only pain, god so much pain, you wanted to die. You had only passed out after you’d heard people mumbling above you, and at that point, you hadn’t cared if it were villains… you just wanted it to end.

Those blue flames… They had brought down your old compound that day, and you had been flying people out of the burning building when you had bumped into Kirishima, about to sprint into battle to join Bakugou and Shouto. You had wanted to beg him to stop, to just get out of the building, but that’s not who you were, and it definitely wasn’t who he was.

“Don’t worry angel, I’ll be back. Get everyone out and I’ll meet you at the safe-point soon.” Kirishima says, kissing you on the forehead before racing out. You hadn’t even had time to tell him you loved him like usual, before moving to pull more people from the wreckage and transporting them. And that was something you would never forgive yourself for. You let Kirishima run into that burning building.

Once you had gotten the last people out, there was a loud crunch, followed by a boom. You and Sero turn around, only to see the roof of the warehouse begin to collapse. Figures flee from the fire, and one is heading towards you at an alarmingly fast rate. The second they reach your position, you do a headcount, tracing peoples faces until you realise there are only four of them. There should be five. Whipping your head back and forth, you quickly spin around, scanning everyone here for that head of red hair...but he’s not there. Where is Kirishima? Where the hell is your boyfriend?

You then look to the very singed and exhausted as-blonde before you. “Where is Eijiro?” Bakugou frowns at you, before looking around, his movements getting more frantic with every passing second.

“He was right there…” You hear hum mutter, only for another loud bang to come from the old warehouse. 

No, god please no...The situation finally hits you, and you jump to action, your wings propelling you forward towards the burning building. You hold out your hands and try to smother the flames with your quirk, but theres too much, and its burning through the building to quickly. 

Your only a few feet from the inferno when you’re tackled to the ground. You try desperately and wildly to shake the weight off, but soot covered hands have pinned your wings so you can’t move.

“Get off me! HE’S STILL IN THERE! I NEED TO GET HIM OUT! KIRISHIMA!”

“And die yourself in the process? There’s nothing you can do Y/n.” Bakugou’s voice is in your ear, and you scream out in frustration. The noise is so loud, coming from a place deep inside you that it hurts your vocal chords when it comes out. There's another crunch, and you watch helplessly as the roof completely collapses, finally succumbing to the flames, and the second it falls, part of you dies with it.

“EIJIRO!” You scream again, trying to shake the blonde off you.

“I’m so sorry Y/n.” 

“No, please no.” Your voice is barely there, unable to be any louder. The flames leaving nothing in their wake, devouring everything it comes into contact with. “Not him, not him.” You repeat the words over and over, as you rest your head on the ground. He’s not dead, he can’t be. I can’t- I can’t do this without him. Your heart is pounding inside your ears, unable to hear anything else, and your lungs can't seem to hold any air at all. Before you know it, black dots line your vision, and then everything is dark. Before you pass out, the last thing you remember was the flickering of blue flames. 

Those blue flames took your mentor from you, they took your wings, your freedom, they took the love of your life from you. You had nothing left. And now, those blue flames are going to pay. 

For a year and a half, you haven’t touched your flames. You haven't activated the power that prowls under your skin like a beast. You had smothered it, tried to calm it, bottled it up for months, waiting for a moment to release it. The second you lock eyes with Sero, you nod before rising up off the ground. 

“Get them to the checkpoint now.” You hiss, just as a chuckle echoes from down on the floor below. 

“Running away so easily?” 

“He’s right below us,” Jiro whispers, her ear-jacks still pressed into the concrete. She looks up at you, fear her eyes. How the hell do we get out of here alive? Luckily enough, you already have an escape route.  

“Sero, now!” You yell out, aiming your hands at the floor and releasing a breath. All that unrelenting anger, frustration, grief, fury bubbles to the surface, and the second you see Sero swinging out the window with Jiro and Shoji in tow, you unleash yourself upon the world. Your pent up emotions spread to life in the form of a white flame, immediately melting the floor beneath you, and unfortunately missing the scarred man that it now reveals. 

“We’ve been looking for you, little firebird,” Dabi smirks, even whilst standing in the middle of a world of flames. “The name’s kind of ironic isn’t it, considering how you lost your wings.” You know he’s goading you, so instead, you raise a hand, your own flames swirling around your fingers almost resemble lightning in their color.

“Ironic, considering you’re about to be burnt alive.” You hiss out before releasing your flames upon him. Dabi quickly unleashes a flash of power, only for those cursed blue flames to become overwhelmed by a wave of white melting hot fire. The smug look disappears in his eyes as he takes you in. You can feel the fire bubbling inside your veins, spilling out across your body like a shield, only not burning you. “You took everything from me,” Your throat aches from breathing in the smoke of the building. “and now, I will take your life.” You shout, letting your quirk redirect itself partially to your feet, sending you flying through the air where you fire white-hot fireball after fireball in the raven-haired man’s direction. 

He would not survive this. You would make sure of it.

Your blasts were tearing up the building around you, and the warehouse you had been spying on, yet you did not care. You would set the whole world on fire before you gave him the chance to get away. The second you boost yourself out of the building and into the open courtyard between the buildings, is when you finally notice the fact that they’re barely standing, one slight movement from completely crumbling around you. Focusing back on Dabi, he looks at the buildings before relaxing his stance and glaring back at you.

“Don’t fool yourself, you can’t kill me. You’re nothing but a pathetic waste of a quirk.” He spits back, releasing a volley of blue flames towards you. Placing both your hands above your head, palms facing the sky, you swiftly release a blaze of power as you bring down your hands towards the floor, effectively slicing the incoming blue flames in half like a hot knife slicing through butter. You weren’t going to talk anymore, instead, you would fight him until he felt as much pain as you once had. Until Dabi knew how you had felt every day for the past two years since he had taken everything from you. Since he had ripped the love of your life from your grasp and permanently forced your feet to the ground. 

Pieces of debris began to fall to the floor around you from collapsing buildings. Raising your arms either side of your body, you grin a feral smile at Dabi and aim at the two buildings, knowing fully well that when they collapse, they will bury you both. Quickly catching on to your idea, the man in front of you hesitates, only for a second, as if shocked by your actions. 

“I’ll see you in hell, Dabi.” You release your flames and watch as the world crumbles around you. 

                                           ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉

At first, there is nothing but silence, your body weightless and mind empty of all thought. Is this death? Everything is dark until there’s a shout that echoes so loudly in your brain it hurts, and you feel something grip you tightly but you can’t tell where... and then… Nothing…

When you come to again your eyes blink open instinctively, and you find yourself staring at a concrete ceiling that you’ve seen many times before. The infirmary? 

You blink a few times, vanishing the blur from your eyes. You can hear the scraping of furniture coming from outside the room, but surprisingly, as you glance around, you’re the only one in here. 

Trying to sit up, suddenly your ribs screech in protest, forcing a hissing breath from your lungs. Jesus christ! You pause once you force your aching body upright, and glance around the room again, giving yourself a chance to let the pain settle before moving again. An IV machine stands empty next to your bed, and a bandage wrapped around… well your everything. The white compression cloth fits your ribs like a second skin as well as your arm. You don’t even remember getting injured… All you remember was unleashing hell on Dabi and bringing down a building around you. You were ready to sacrifice yourself to take out one of the main league members like any of your friends would have done.

The only questions that matter right now though are did you succeed? And how weren’t you dead? You can’t seem to come to an answer for either though. 

A loud muffled noise comes from outside, interrupting your thoughts. Curiosity gets the better of you, as you manage to pull yourself off the bed, ignoring your aching body’s outcry. The second your bare feet meet the cold concrete flooring, you can’t hold in the wince as the temperature makes your bones groan. You push on, slipping through the closed doorway, and glancing around, trying to track the source of the noise. You can’t make out the conversations, not until you’re passing through the halls, hunched over and holding your ribs that ache with every slight movement. It’s only once you’ve been walking around for too long do you deduce that the sounds are coming from the main common room of the warehouse. As you head in that direction, you pass a mirror and actually cringe at the image that stares back. 

Yikes.

Any dust and grime that had covered you from the rubble you had most likely been pulled from had been cleared, but you still look as if you have been dragged backward through hell. Small scratches pepper your face, and a massive black eye is forming on the right side of your face. If you thought you could move your arms high enough without wanting to cry, you might have prodded it to make sure it was real. Thank god for small mercies, you suppose.

As you draw closer to the large open doorway of the common room, you see a few people gathered around the entrance, with smiles on their faces. The look confuses you enough to force your feet to scuff along the floor as you stop. The second the noise meets their ears, their heads snap in your direction, and those smiles become grins that are slightly terrifying. How long has it been since you’ve seen faces like that?

“Y/n, you’re awake! I should get someone from the medical team, stay there a second.” An older woman says before quickly jogging back down the hall from which you came. More sound spills out of the room and this time, you can finally catch parts of the conversation.

“I’m going to kill you myself.” Bakugou growls, which doesn’t surprise you. But the fact that his words don’t meet his tone is what surprises you enough to force your legs to move, and to step into the room. Right away, your eyes are drawn towards the cluster of people in the middle of the room. First, you see Sero and Jiro, both looking a bit dishevelled, but mostly okay which has you sighing in relief. The next is the fact that everyone was here… but why? Between the heads of your other friends and comrades, you catch a glimpse of the fiery blonde that has pure murder in his eyes. However, he doesn’t act upon and instead reaches forward and brings someone into a tight embrace.

Oxygen abandons your lungs and for a second, you’re positive that you are hallucinating. Your body is no longer responsive and your mind is an empty void as you try to take in the person before you. He’s still across the room, but you’re asphyxiating under his very presence. His red hair is now black, most likely due to the fact hair dye wasn’t on the list of top priorities of anyone these days, and has also grown out enough to be pulled off his face. It’s so different… but those crimson eyes, ones that gleam like light peaking through rubies is the same… You are dreaming, or dead… you have to be… You had watched your boyfriend die, you had watched Eijiro Kirishima run into a burning building. You had seen the structure fold like paper cards, and you had searched the rubble for days after. You had grieved for two years for the man you had loved since you had first met him in the U.A entrance exams.

There is no logical reason as to how he is now grinning at Bakugou, slapping him on the back with tears filling his eyes. It’s not possible.

It’s not, you searched for so long…

The second he pulls the blonde back into another embrace which earns a string of curses and some laughs, his eyes finally meet yours over Bakugou’s shoulder, and you find yourself transporting back to the day you had lost him.

“Don’t worry angel, I’ll be back”. He never came back,

“Get everyone out”  You had.

“I’ll meet you at the safe-point soon.” He never did.

You’re gasping for air as your heartbeat thunders inside your head. It blocks out all other noise, and black dots dance within your vision. All of a sudden people are looking at you, and you can see Izuku’s lips moving in your direction, his eyes full of panic as he takes you in but you can’t hear him. You can’t seem to look from the ghost in front of you. No… he’s dead… Kirishima was dead. You have grieved him, you have cried over him, you have mourned the love of your life and still were…

Stepping out of Bakugou’s embrace, the man slowly walks towards you with caution, as if not to spook you. Well, that’s too late because I’m not seeing ghosts so I’m definitely off my rocker. With every step he takes towards you, you find the rise and fall of your chest gaining more and more speed, trying to take in more air, but failing to do so. Within seconds, he’s feet away from you, and you can’t take it. You had wanted this, so much… but it was impossible. Shaking your head, you hold your hands up in front of you to stop him from moving closer. Tears are flooding down your cheeks uncontrollably, and when he takes another step, you physically flinch back, a broken noise emerging from your lips that causes him to freeze. No, you’re dreaming! Wake up y/n! Maybe you’re in hell, and you are going to be forced to relive this again and again, only to lose him. If that’s true… Your eyes roam over Kirishima, looking almost the same as the day you lost him, and you know then your heart can’t take much more. You can’t take it.

“I- I can’t - I can’t…” You know you’re not making sense, and you’re not even sure if your words are actually understandable. But the pain and anguish in his red eyes is so similar to your own, it makes looking at him hurt even more. Kirishima finally walks forwards once more, until he is close enough to hold you, but he doesn’t. Instead, he stares down at you with so much affection and fondness in his eyes, and so much heartache you feel an echo of it inside your own chest.

“Sorry it took me so long to come back angel, I got a little lost.” oh my god. He says, trying to break the sombre mood with a joke, but you just fall to your knees, weeping and sobbing so hard you can’t breathe. In a split second he’s there holding you, crushing you to his chest so tightly, all you can hear is his heart and all you can smell is his scent. Oh my god, he’s here. He’s actually alive. The thought makes you cry even harder. Oh my god, he is alive.

Eijiro’s alive. Your brain begins to piece it all together. When you had brought the building down… someone grabbing you, a shout. It was him.

You pull back, your trembling hands cupping his wet cheeks as you search his face for any signs that it isn’t him, that it's nothing but a cruel dream. But the pure love swirling in his crimson red eyes and the tears running tracks down his cheeks are enough of an answer. “How I- you didn’t come back. Why? I needed you! And I thought you had died!  I thought he had killed you like Hawks… I needed you Eiji, and god I missed you, so so much!” You manage to get out between the sobbing. Your mouth is moving on its own at this point, and you can’t keep up with what it’s saying. You have so much to say, so much to tell him and feel as if you don’t say it now, you’ll suffocate under its weight.

“It’s a long story sweetheart, but I’m here. I’m never leaving your side ever again.” You clutch his shirt beneath your palms, your weeping quieting slightly, and you rest your forehead to his chest, just relishing in the heartbeat you feel beneath your hands. He’s alive. Eijiro’s alive. Your brain repeats it on a loop as if trying to forever engrave the fact into your brain so it will finally sink in that this is reality. You will no longer have to experience a day without his smile, a night without his warmth, a second without his heart.

“I love you. I love you so much, and I missed you so much Eiji I can’t-.” You whisper breaks again as you squeeze your eyes closed, trying to stop another wave of sobs from breaking through. A warm hand gently lifts your chin, and you find yourself staring back up at your first and only love. He’s alive.

“I missed you too,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before rubbing his nose against yours, his eyes not wavering from your own, as if he blinks, you’ll be gone. “I love you so much y/n, I will always come back to you. Always.”

You couldn’t care that you were in a room full of people, you couldn’t even care if villains showed up out of nowhere. Kirishima was back, he was whole and he was home.

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[the-final-sif]

Just read you recent think on Mitsuki, and while I agree with some things, you're forgetting a lot. Like how Mitsuki is so ready to trust UA cuz Aizawa seems to understand Katsuki. Or how, in the first ep flashback, Katsuki just got praise for his 'stupid awesome quirk' without deserving that praise. Or, you know, how Katsuki got to the point in middle school where he was telling Izuku to jump off a building? And the sports festival? Katsuki probably would have laughed if it hadn't been him.

I’m not forgetting any of that, they’re all things that have been taken into consideration and either aren’t important to the situation, or are part of what I’m talking about.

To break this down,

1)

I don’t care if she thinks that UA “understands” Katsuki, her child was kidnapped and held hostage for 2 days, and forced to fight for his life multiple times against several adult villains. The only thing that stopped the villians from murdering/torturing/turning Katsuki into a nomu/etc, was that they decided not to during that 2 day period. Even if she’s willing to forgive UA/Aizawa and understands that the situation was bad by all accounts, she could still show at least a little concern for her child’s physical and mental safety after he was kidnapped. The idea that she really believes a school “understanding” Katsuki and not praising him too much is more important then the fact he got kidnapped for and was held by villains for 2 days, speaks volumes on it’s own.

Also, it’s worth noting that Aizawa and UA do not understand Katsuki. They fail him multiple times, and call out in canon that they did so. Including; The Sports Festival, The kidnapping, & the aftermath of the kidnapping. Even going so far as to say that they neglected his mental health, in canon. They’ve messed up with him multiple times, and while it’s good that Aizawa doesn’t let him get away with bullshit, that doesn’t mean that they’ve done much to help him either.

2)

Yes, Katsuki got a lot of praise as a child. I could talk for ages about gifted child syndrome and how that built up unrealistic expectations on him such that he believes he’s not allowed to make mistakes and takes responsibility for way to much as a result. However, this isn’t something I forgot in my original post. In my original post, the point was that Mitsuki acts/talks about it in such a way that implies that just sort of happened, when in reality that is on her and Marasu for not parenting Katsuki correctly. If they had raised him better, taught him to be kinder to others, put him into anger management/therapy, taught him how to handle his emotions in a health way, etc, he would be a much different person. But they didn’t, yet she still talks about it like she had no hand in it.

Also, again, as I said in my original post, a big part of this is timing. If this was just a PTA meeting or something, I’d have a very different opinion on this entire thing. But that’s not what this is. This is a meeting right after he got kidnapped, at a point where he likely still very shaken from the experience, and where he’s likely being dealing with a lot of negative media attention online. If there is any point in his life where he needs support from his parents, this is that time. I don’t care if he’s been a shitty kid in his life, right after he just got kidnapped is a time when he needs love and support from his parents. Not them talking about how shitty he is to his teachers while he’s still trying to recover from that.

3)

That really has no baring on the conversation, at all. Was Katsuki telling Izuku to jump off a building unacceptable? Yes. However, neither Katsuki’s parents, nor Aizawa/All-Might have any idea that that event transpired. It’s called out in canon that what happened that day was unusual for Katsuki, that was not a normal interaction between him and Izuku. It was also something that happened when Katsuki was 14, ~2 ish years prior to the conversation I’m talking about.

Katsuki was an asshole, particularly to Izuku, when he was a kid. He still has a lot of those tendencies. That in no way negates the fact that after he was kidnapped is a wildly inappropriate time to start ragging on his flaws, alongside blaming him for getting kidnapped in the first place. Instead, that’s the sort of thing to be worked on through therapy and teaching over time. Or just, to be talked about at any other time besides right after he got kidnapped. 

Also, it might be worth reflecting on why he was an asshole, where he learned to behave that way, and why he considers his own words/actions acceptable. Because as it turns out, kids don’t develop those habits out of thin air.

4)

Here’s the thing, you can say that Katsuki would be laughing if it was anyone but him chained up at the sports festival, but I’d argue that he wouldn’t, because nobody else would ever be chained up at the sports festival. Neither the school, nor the author, could ever get away with that for any other student in class 1-A. If Shouto had refused to use his fire on Izuku, causing Izuku to win the fight and Izuku to follow him out of bounds in frustration and reject the first place medal, we all know damn well that he would’ve been allowed to walk away from it. Hell, we actually see Ojiro resigning after round 2 because he felt like he hadn’t earned his win, and he was allowed to do that without any issue. The only one who isn’t given the right to say no, and the only one who would ever be chained up to that podium is Katsuki.

And that comes down to the fact that because Katsuki refuses a lot of things, both on a character and reader level, people stop caring about whether or not he consents to things. They get used to forcing him to do things, and so that becomes normal and acceptable. He’s seen and portrayed as inheritable violent, uncontrollable, and “bad” which means they treat him in ways that would never be acceptable for other characters, and it becomes a self fulfilling prophecy as he sees himself that way. This happens on every level, be it touch, the sports festival, izuku following him around, etc. Katsuki is basically never respected when he tries to say no to something unless he steadfastly enforces that boundary through physical force.

That’s why Aizawa calls out what happened at the sports festival as a failure on UA’s part. Because that’s what it was.

That’s also why we see Tomura with the photo of Katsuki at the sports festival, and why Tomura thought Katsuki would join him. Tomura understands what it’s like to be seen and treated as monstrous, to be seen and treated as fundamentally destructive and dangerous, and he assumed that Katsuki would want to join him to be free of that.

When Tomura has restraints taken off Katsuki when asking him to make his choice, it’s because he understands how Katsuki’s been treated, and he’s playing to that. He explicitly says that they need to treat Katsuki as an equal, and to prove that he means that, the restraints have to come off. He also calls out that he’s not worried about Katsuki fighting back, because he believes Katsuki is smarter then that (which was a miscalculation on his part, not because Katsuki isn’t smart enough to know not to fight back, but because he underestimated Katsuki’s convictions and personal morals).

What Tomura is doing there is a very significant and important demonstration. He’s showing Katsuki through actions, that he is willing to treat him like a human being, even if the heroes aren’t. Tomura is showing basic respect for Katsuki, however undermined by the kidnapping it may be, moreso then his teachers/the heroes did, by allowing him his freedom when making a choice. Perhaps even more important, he’s showing that he sees Katsuki as capable of restraining himself, and of being non-destructive. What he’s really offering Katsuki there is proof that he is willing to treat him better then the heroes did, and that’s why he believes Katsuki will join him.

Anyways, the long and the short of it is that no, I did not forget any of that when I was making my prior post. I did consider all of those things on some level, and they don’t change my opinion that how Mitsuki behaved after the kidnapping is indicative of her being a bad parent, and that were this another character or if the gender roles of the situation were reversed, then I feel strongly that this wouldn’t even be a debate in the fandom.

That being said, who knows what direction canon will takes this. I’m hopeful that the issue will be explored more thoroughly, but we may very well never see Mitsuki in canon again. I’m also not saying that anyone else has to agree with me. My own opinions are not universal truth, and we really have very little canon interactions with Mitsuki and know so little about Katsuki’s childhood in general that nearly anything is possible. I can definitely appreciate Good Parent Mitsuki headcanons, and I’ve read some great fics with those sorts of takes. But my opinion on the matter is the above.

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[bakugoulovesme]

Live tweeting episode 47

SPOILERS

Im ready to get my shit rocked if I’m honest,,,

Not ready to see One for All that preview has me nervous,,, anyway vibing to this opening it’s so so good!!!!!

Before we even start I’m so sick of seeing superhero content where people constantly blame heroes for what they had to do in the face of villains and I get it like UA fucked up and all those kids were put in danger but they could be put in danger anywhere,,, like heroes are being targeted just for being heroes and if UA didn’t exist to target they would just target whatever other school or training program or organization that would replace UA functionally, like ugh. Just have more heroes volunteer to help out UA, have heroes become more vigilant and try to take down the league, instead of blaming teachers.

I hate this interrogation already

Aizawa is smart hop off his dick

❤️❤️Oh here comes Nezu shut them down honey ❤️❤️

They are about to talk shit about Katsuki LET ME GET MY HANDS READY! READY TO FUCKINF KILL SOMEONE!

Vlad King 🤍🤍

Eraserhead🖤🖤

Oh my god he’s defending my boy I love AIZAWA “if the villains think they have a chance with him, then they are grossly mistaken” KING SHIT

This reporter is not shit.

I want to see Nezu go crazy go stupid I just want to see him destroy somebody I ask for one thing and it’s that

Aww Bakugou got to see Aizawa’s support that makes my heart happy

Bakugou literally kidnapped, being held captive: what a bunch of amateurs

Dabi shut your pretty mouth

Mr. Compress baby everytime you open ur mouth I fall further

Bakugo literally just said: I only do whatever I want to I won’t pretend otherwise

Maybe Yagami Yato has a better handle on improv than I thought (not that I ever thought she was bad the dialogue just comes across janky sometimes but no they wrote Bakugo like that so)

Ooh Kurogiri about to stop Shigaraki but he’s not about to hurt Bakugou he’s just being a savage

Best Jeanist having the same voice actor as Soul from Soul Eater sends me everytime.

I hate how All for One and Kurogiri say Tomura Shigaraki it’s so weird

Momo is back to being mom. Iida is back to being dad.

Kirishima is so cute why am I falling for him

IIDA WITH AN UNDERCUT I just can’t handle it and he wants to protect Izuku so bad

IM SORRY Best Jeanist saying “get off your high horse” sounds just like soul

Best Jeanist knows Bakugou so well it’s cute he has faith in my mans

Gang Orca watch your next words baby I like you cause you look like a monster bUT THE ICE IS THIN

Ragdoll is babey and I adore her,, she is my best babey and I don’t want bad things to happen to her

WHY DO THEY DRAW ALL MIGHT WITH ALL THAT ASS,,, WHAT THE FUCK

Nezu acting dumb but really beinf the smartest man on the planet 🤍🤍

NOT A SHITTY MAN TRYINF TO TOUCH MOMO

DONT WORRY IIDA PROTECTED HER LIKE A GENTLEMAN

Idk how to tell you this Izuku but I know from the preview that ur in the wrong place

KIRISHIMA BEINF PREPARED WIRH A NIGHT VISION SCOPE “whatever, man, just drop it” cute

I love how much commentary they are all giving for this scouting mission they are so dumb

Oop Nomus

This is a not good

“A master? I thought you were the boss around here but ur just a sidekick” Bakugou can you try not being a savage for like 2 mintues

“If you want me to listen then get on your knees and beg!” BAKUGOU STOP IM BLUSHING

I was about to write something about loving compress but Bakugou owns my heart 1000% so when he speaks I black out

‘Zza is here villains JK ITS ALL MIGHT

So hot!!!

YES KAMUI GET THOSE BITCHES!! TIE EM UP BABY!!

Gran Torino just kicked Dabi’s lights out

All might can’t stop doing these things: being caked up and hot, complementing people

Mr. Compress you got played baby boy you got played sorry not sorry

Twice is cute but I looked up his face and :/

Edgeshot I would like more content of him please

Endeavor is a whinny boy

All might and Bakugo being bros is so cute I love it

All for One is shit and I hate him

Oop Mt. Lady for the win she’s actually doing something useful it’s crazy

When all the heroes working together THATS my sexuality

All might sayinf the villains underestimated bakugous soul I’m dead.

Oh they got baby girl Ragdoll

And soul said the nomu are neutralized so eat shit villains

Okay so All Might knows how to say Tomura Shigaraki cool

Spinner is a pussy, stop talking about stain ur in a real legend’s presence

Shigaraki is an incel and I’m done with him I think

EDGESHOT IS SO FUCKING COOL WHY IS THIS THE FIRST TIME IM SEEING HIM

Oh Mr. Compress ur names Astushiro Sako hai hottie!!!

Gran Torino i do love you but ACAB

Shigaraki is shitting his pants at Gran Torino knowing there is a boss

—Tenko Shimura—

All for One is a cunt and I will not stand for this manipulation

And they lost the baby again

ALL MIGHT SCREAMINF NOO WHEN BAKUGOU DISAPPEARS IS MY LIFE

I think my favorite new thing I’ve learned aboht Endeavor is his face gets so red what a cuti- abusive man I mean

I’m stressed.

Best Jeanist. Stop talking ur making me nut.

Gang orca hottie.

Ragdoll. I love you please be okay.

These kids dumb. It is kind of triggering.

She’s quirkless now :( ragdoll no

All for One get away from these pros I like them all and Mt. Lady is there

Had to pause to appreciate how cool Jeanist’s quirk is literally restraining All for One in his own clothes you can only imagine being this cool.

NOOOOOOOOOO

Oh COOL COOL JUST ROLL THE CREDITS AFTER THAT NO THATS SO COOL THANK YOU SO COOL AHHAAHHA.

I’m- I’m going to leave the preview to the beginning of the next post lol

Anyway if anyone other than me reads this hi! Hope you enjoyed! I probably won’t stop doing these! Lol hmu if you wanna be friends/talk BNHA I don’t really have anyone to talk to about it as you can see lolololol

Masterlist of all episodes I’ve live tweeted

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[randomguywithwords]

At World’s End (BNHA Chapter 258 Continuation)

My interpretation of how the arc will go down. Heavy manga spoilers. 

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Part 1: White Moves First

The pieces were in place. The city of Kyoto was in sight, its citizens none the wiser of the battle about to unfold, like a tapestry to be woven. The day was cloudy, not by choice, but by a hero controlling the weather to prevent detection from Love Inc’s satellites. 

The Alpha Squad, consisting of the pro heroes, from Endeavour to Miruko to Eraserhead to Tiger, stood at the city’s north, ready to storm Wakagumo Hospital, battling whatever villains were within. The damage to the city would be unthinkable given the intel from Hawks, so the citizens could not be there.

It would be the job of the Beta Squad to evacuate them. An assembly of around a hundred heroes, majority of which were students, led by Endeavour’s sidekick Burnin’, Sir Nighteye’s agency’s Bubble Girl and Centipeder, and a few more pro heroes. 

“You know the drill, everyone,” Burnin’ said. Her grin was fading, the gravity of the situation weighing on everyone. “We go according to the plan. Stay vigilant, look out for anything strange. Got it?” 

Her question was answered with a sea of nods. 

“Then let’s go.” 

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Song Hatsume answered the door to see a vaguely familiar face. 

“Midon – no, Midoriya, am I right? From U.A High.” He asked. 

The green-haired boy nodded, his face grim. “Mr Hatsume. We’re currently evacuating the city. You and your family must leave immediately.” 

“What – how can –” The man paused, seeing the look on Midoriya’s face, the other heroes and civilians that were already on the move, and realised there was no room for argument. “Alright. Wait.” He grabbed Midoriya’s shoulder before the boy left. “What about my daughter? Is she safe?”

Midoriya smiled. “Perfectly safe, sir. She’s at U.A, assisting us from there.”

Hatsume returned one of his own at the boy’s assurance. “That is good to hear.” With that, he rushed up the stairs to inform his wife. Once he was out of earshot, Midoriya tapped his earpiece. “Eastern section clear,” He grinned, his mouth a little too wide for comfort. 

As he left the porch of the Hatsume residence, a civilian stumbled onto him, grabbing his shoulder. “Deku, right?” The man panted. 

Midoriya immediately held the man’s waist to support him. “Yes sir, are you alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah, just a little out of breath. This is so sudden. The hero that informed us, I forgot – forgot where he told us to go. Can you...?”

“Wakagumo Hospital, sir.”

The man gave a tired but grateful smile. “Thank you.”

“Do you need help?”

“No, no, I’m fine. Just needed directions.” The man took off along with the crowd, all heading towards the hospital where a certain Tomura Shigaraki was about to be unleashed from. 

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Hanta Sero swung along the lampposts, keeping off the ground. Behind him, Izuku Midoriya, Neito Monoma, Nejire Hado and Inasa Yoarashi followed in the air using their quirks. In Monoma’s case, he had borrowed Nejire’s quirk. 

Their job? Evacuate the north-eastern section of Kyoto. They skirted around the city limits to avoid detection, in case there were any PLF members on the lookout. By right, the PLA would be in the dark about this whole operation. They should be. All communication regarding this was kept offline, the Hero Commission entrusting mailmen to deliver the news to the heroes in person rather than using the Hero Network. Any news coming in or out of the city was checked in secret, to ensure its citizens and even the heroes on patrol were unaware. 

The heroes who knew about this could only hope nothing was intercepted. Hanta wasn’t sure who, but apparently there was a hero within the PLA that tried to identify and notify the Commission of as many heroes as possible that had pledged allegiance to the Liberation Front, but there was only so much he or she could do. 

“Guys.” Hanta looked back to see Inasa wearing a concerned expression on his usually enthusiastic face. “I’m not detecting any movements around here, but there’s a massive concentration over there.” He pointed far away from where they were.

“Also, um...” Nejire was pointing at a lady, who looked out of breath and panicky. 

Nejire floated down to meet her. “Miss? Are you okay? What’s going on?”

The lady was on the verge of tears. “I don’t want to be left behind. Everyone else has probably left by now...” She started to sob. 

“But we haven’t...” Nejire’s voice trailed off. “Sorry, madam, give me a moment.” She turned back and said, “Sero, ask Honenuki if their team had started evac.”

Hanta nodded and buzzed his earpiece. 

“That makes no sense,” Monoma said, frowning, “We moved first before them. How fast could his team have moved underground?” 

A voice came over the team’s earpiece. “This is Honenuki,” The student said, sounding anxious, with a quickened tone and heavy breathing, “There’s no one in the eastern section.”

“What?” Hanta replied. “The northeast is clear too. We just reached there.”

“Excuse me,” The lady weakly said, “But someone came first to tell us to evacuate.”

Nejire blinked. “Who?” 

This is Todoroki. The Western section is empty.

The lady pointed at Izuku, who backed off a few steps. “That boy, I saw him running around, telling people to go to Wakagumo Hospital.”

This is Hagakure. The Northwest is empty too. What’s going on?

Izuku’s blood ran cold. “I didn’t...I was here the whole time with you guys!”

“Well, I’m quite sure it was you, although you might have changed your costume. Your shoes were definitely smaller.” She gestured at his iron soles and gauntlets that Izuku added just a month ago.

“My old costume...” Izuku’s eyes widened. “Yoarashi, send her out of here. Back to our evac site.” 

Inasa nodded. “Come Miss!” He gave a wide smile, even though internally, the student was equally aware of what had potentially happened, given that his own classmate was a victim of that villain’s tricks. “I’ll send you to safety. Don’t worry. You won’t feel a thing.”

With a gentle gust, the lady was carried away. At the same time, Izuku was talking fast into his earpiece. “Everyone! The PLA is sending the whole city to Wakagumo Hospital. Himiko Toga, and possibly others, are pretending to be heroes and giving evacuation orders. Watch out!”

Koda’s frantic voice burst over the earpiece. He’s right! The whole population is converging on Wakagumo hospital! 

Shit, Burnin spoke. Everyone, be careful. Intercept as many civilians as you can, get them away from the hospital. Watch your own team. 

Mandalay. It was Hagakure. Can’t you tell the civilians to change direction?

Before the communication hero could respond, Bakugo had taken liberty to do so. Idiot. The PLA is probably watching them. They knew we were coming. If they suddenly detour, we don’t know what the PLA will do. 

Kaachan, Izuku admonished, but...he’s right. We need to identify who the PLA members are, which means we have to show up and make them reveal themselves. 

This is dangerous, Mandalay warned, The civilians won’t know who the heroes are. To them, we might look like the bad guys.

Screw that! Bakugo said, all we have to do is get them away. Who cares if they think we’re villains, what can they do about it? Yoarashi, can you get everyone out?

Of course! But we don’t know their quirks. It’s risky for me, if they had someone that countered mine directly.

Hold on, Hagakure said, They still think we’re in the dark, right? My team can take a look, try to check who’s the impersonators. 

A moment of silence filled the channel before Burnin’ made a decision. All right, Hagakure’s team, you’re clear to scout the area, but be very careful. The rest of you, standby. See if there are any stragglers around and get them away from the hospital. I hate that it’s come to this, but...prepare for a fight. 

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Lemme know if you enjoyed this. I wrote this when a metaphorical baseball bat of inspiration knocked me over the head and surprisingly got it done in an hour. Needless to say I am hyped for this arc.

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My Top 10 Favorite (and Top 5 least favorite) Izuocha moments

  mysterylover123

OK, to explain that title and why I didn’t have a “least favorite” for any other ship: While I have moments for other ships that I don’t like, none of those ships are canon. I have no interest in making people feel bad about shipping things. I do feel it’s ok to critique writing choices you don’t agree with in the actual show, and there are a few big Izuocha moments I don’t like, so I needed to cover them. I do like this ship, for the record - but the canon handling was odd to me, so I thought I’d do a favorite and least for this list instead of just a favorites.

#10. Battle Trial Arc Teamwork 

From: Episodes 7-8

What Happens: Deku and Uraraka are teamed up to fight Iida and Bakugo. Uraraka is very reassurring to Deku about their teamwork and at the climax of the arc, they work together to defeat their opponents in awesome fashion. Uraraka also goes up to Deku post arc with concern

Why I Like It: I do like me some battle couples. I love seeing Deku talk to Uraraka about his feelings (albeit for Bakugo) and Uraraka calling them a team and working hard because Deku inspires her to try harder. Deku showcases his scheming brilliant brain here too.

#9. Voting for Deku 

From; Episode 9 “Just Do your best Iida”

What Happens: The voting happens. Bakugo pitches a fit that two people voted for Deku, and Uraraka whistles while thinking “I’ll just keep my vote to myself”

Why I Like It: Uraraka voted for Deku, like Shoto did for Momo, and keeps it a secret. I’m hoping we get a similar scene to the Todomomo one where Ochako reveals this, though I’m not sure how that would play out.

#8. Someone you like  

From: Season 3 Episode 15

What Happens: Uraraka, embarrassed about her classmates grilling her on her love life, floats to the ceiling - and sees Deku out the window practicing ultimate moves. She seems very smitten.

Why I Like It; This is a more pure Izuocha moment as she responds to him romantically, reaction to how cool he is and how much she admires him. I’m not wild about Mina telling Uraraka she likes Deku, but I do like he actually acting like she does.

#7. Cavalry Battle Teamup 

From: The Sports Festival Arc 2.04-2.05

What Happens: Ochako teams up with Deku in the Cavalry battle, hoping to as she later puts it “rely on him to get by”. She gets jealous of how much attention he pays Mei. Deku thinks about her support of him and all she’s done for him as he fights hard to win.

Why I Like It; This is actually more of a Deku on Ochako moment, since she later complicates her own role in this with her admission about Iida. But Deku says that he wanted her for his team, and thinks how cool she is, and is inspired by her support of him to fight Todoroki. It shows how much he values her support.

#6. Joint Training Arc Teamwork 

From: Chapters 209-216

What Happens: Deku and Uraraka watch each others’ backs in combat. Uraraka saves him from his powers gone mad, hugging him to calm him down. Afterwards she blushes about it, and he possibly blushes too though it’s not clear.

Why I Like It: Again, love some teamwork pairings. I wanted a little more from this arc (Uraraka talking Deku down instead of Shinso) but we still got her hugging him and blushing about it while thinking about her new “who saves the heroes” motivation. Deku is also grateful to her for saving him. Uraraka works well with him, worries about him, but now she doesn’t let it distract her.

#5. First Meeting and Rescue 

From: Chapters 2-4

What Happens: Uraraka saves Deku from tripping over his feet. Deku is attracted to her; she gets trapped in the fight and Deku saves her. This gets him into UA. She also offers him her points to Present Mic.

Why I Like It; It’s such a sweet first impression. He thinks she’s cute (she finds him plain, which annoys me - someone call Deku pretty before the series if over.) He saves her, she saves him, she offers him her points, he thinks about how she helped him before and tries to go talk to her. I like how he compares it to saving Kacchan from the sludge monster too - saving Uraraka is put in the same category as saving his lifelong acquaintance, despite having just met her.

#4. Deku means you can do it 

From: Episode 6 Rage you Damn Nerd

What Happens: Uraraka greets Izuku as “Deku” based on Bakugo’s name. Izuku corrects her but she suggests Deku could mean “you can do it.” Izuku immediately changes his attitude on the name. Later that ep he takes her name as his “you can do it” motto, which she finds touching.

Why I Like It; The Deku name is one of my favorite Izuocha bits. I love how she gives his nickname a new meaning and he likes it, takes it for himself, and finds strength from this support. (Of course, this is one of many moments on this list that some how also connects with Bakugo. There’s a lot of subtle parallelism  between Ochako and Kacchan, probably since these three were the first three characters designed for the series).

#3. Giving her a plan  

From: Season 2 Episode 8 Battle on challengers

What Happens: Deku notices how upset Uraraka is before her match and offers her a scheme to use against Bakugo. She declines and heads out to her match; post fight, he comes in to comfort her and is touched again by her support.

Why I Like It; Deku noticed she was upset! He offered to help her, wanting to support her like she’s supported him! He roots for her and admires her techniques, corrects Bakugo about her hard work, and tries to be there for her when she loses. She’s so sad about her loss, and I wish she’d cried on his shoulder instead of shutting him out - one day, she will, I hope.

#2. The real Uraraka 

From; Shiketsu High Lurking 3.16

What Happens: Deku, while fighting Camieraka, recognizes that she isn’t Ochako. He runs down all of Uraraka’s features and why Camieraka can’t really be her.

Why I Like It; Deku shows here that he actually knows Uraraka pretty well, understands her, knows what she would never do and guesses that Camie was impersonating her. I like when people show they know their dates - once again, he knows her by now to the same degree that he knows his lifelong acquaintance Bakugo (in S1’s BTA he also knows Bakugo’s techniques in the same manner). I like that kind of familiariity.

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#1. Deku, that has to be my codename

From: Season 2 Episode 13 Time to pick some names

What Happens: Midoriya picks Deku as his hero name, explaining that Uraraka made him see it in a different way, and smiling about it. We see Kacchan and Ochako both reacting.

Why I Like It; This simple scene is my favorite Izuocha moment, because I love how much the Deku name means to Midoriya. It’s kind of a motif among friendships in the show, this “picking your hero name” thing, and while Bakugo did come up with the name, Ochako gave it its new meaning. I like seeing them happy.

Top 5 Least Favorite

#5.  Putting those feelings away 

From: Provisional License Exam Arc

What Happens: Ochako decides to put her feelings for Deku away instead of acting on them in a little monologue.

Why I Didn’t Like It; While I’m glad we get to focus more on Ochako being a badass, as a shipper I found her decision frustrating. It just makes no sense that she can’t just tell Deku she likes him, date him and be happy. All that buildup doesn’t seem to be leading towards anything but delaying the inevitable. I find it really annoying when series up off the inevitable get together till the end just because it’s expected.

#4. Running away at the mall 

From: Season 2 Episode 25 “Encounter”

What Happens: Ochako, left alone with Deku, runs away yelling about bug spray. He gets attacked by Tomura while she freaks out about her feelings.

Why I Didn’t Like It; Well for one, we miss a chance for them to hang out one-on-one. Two, Uraraka indirectly calls Deku a “pest”, hurting his feelings. Three, we juxtapose her feelings with Tomura nearly killing Deku. Forth, she finds the idea of liking him so scary and off-putting, and this becomes her story for the next two arcs, which I find annoying since it just repeats the same thing over and over again.

#3. Because you like him? 

From: Final Exam Arc

What Happens: During their fight with 13, Uraraka is thinking “what would Deku do?” Aoyama asks Uraraka if she likes Deku. This freaks her out and nearly gets her killed.

Why I Didn’t Like it: I don’t get why Aoyama did this. Why? What was he thinking, why ask this during their test, why does this lead to Uraraka beating 13, why was this the way we made Izuocha canon? I don’t get why Uraraka’s crush on Deku has to be something other people tell her she has, can’t she just figure it out for herself? Aoyama what is your deal? I legitimately don’t get what Horikoshi was going for her.

#2. Hey jealousy  

From: Various

What Happens: Uraraka freaks out when Deku gets near Mei, Melissa, and Camie, burning with Jealousy. Most recently she punched herself in the face for doing so.

Why I Didn’t Like It; I didn’t mind the first time with Mei, because it was Deku complimenting Mei, or Melissa in the film. But the other times, Deku is getting felt up and creeped out by invasive girls who scare or harm him, and Uraraka reacts by getting jealous of him, instead of trying to defend him. Try flipping their genders and see how disturbing it comes across. Like a “Nice Guy” getting mad that his crush is daring to get felt up by other men. Even if she says it makes her uncomfortable.

#1. Himiko Toga’s monologue 

From: Training Camp Arc

What Happens: Toga recognizes that Uraraka likes Deku and creepily tells her that she has “her smell”, that they’re both obsessed with copying and replacing their boys. She later says “a great deal of faith is placed in you”.

Why I Didn’t Like It; Toga is Uraraka’s evil foil. If liking Deku this way is Uraraka’s flaw, that places a really negative spin on Izuocha. It makes it seem like liking Deku is only going to lead Uraraka down a wrong path and make her fall. Why? Why does her main romance have to be something that apparently scares and hurts her? It’s Deku for crying out loud! He’s a sweetheart, he likes her, they get along. This implies that Uraraka’s feelings for Deku are similar to Toga’s for Stain - she wants to kill and replace the person she admires. Also, the “trust in you” line sounds like blatant Traitor-Uraraka baiting, like that line in her bio about there being no “hidden side to her”. I love Toga, I love Ochako, I want them to be great foils, but I don’t want that to be in a way that makes Ochako’s romance look creepy.

So that’s my thoughts - read my meta for the whole story. I ship it but I want the story to start handling it differently.

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Deku Origin Story

This is the first chapter of a fanfiction I’m writing over on Wattpad it’s BakuDeku/ Villiandeku/ UA villain rehab. I hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think?

2 years ago 7th grade....

Midoriya: "Hey Kacchan could i talk to you alone"

Bakugo: " Fine nerd"

They walked out into the hallway away from all of their classmate. Izuku was standing with his back against the wall and his head staring at the ground trying to figure out the right worlds to say, Katsuki was facing him eyes glaring.

Bakugo: "Spit it out shitty Deku"

Midoriya: " I'm in love with you Kacchan, I always have been, I wanna be with you and us both be hero's together"

A single tear rolls down Izukus face, Katsuki just stares not knowing what to say his expression seemed to soften but Izuku couldn't see he was still staring at the ground.

The spiky haired blonde thought about what he just heard from the shorter green haired boy, its true hes always loved Izuku more than anything, But since he found out Izuku would never have a quirk he knew he couldn't give in to his feelings.

Not if he wanted to be the number one hero, He saw his feelings for Izuku as a weakness.

He didn't know what to do he was happy yet at the same time hurt, angry, a flood of emotions went through him and the only way he new how to handle it was to lash out on the boy he wanted more than anything.

Bakugo: " Ha you think I could ever love a shitty quirk-less deku like you"

As he started to walk away he could hear Izuku starting to cry, it hurt him so much.

He didn't want the other boy to love him anymore, He knew how it felt to hurt like that and if he couldn't stop how he felt he at least wanted the other boy to stop hurting.

" You know if you really want to be a hero that badly, there's actually another way. Just pray that you'll be born with a quirk in your next life and take a swan, dive off the roof of the building. "

He wanted Izuku to hate him, To be free of the feelings he had for him, Even if it hurt him.

School ended and on the way home Izuku was attacked by the Sludge Villain. All might swooped in and saved him Izuku being his biggest fan and after the day he had Needed to talk to him. After holding onto All Might when he took off he was flying threw the air when the mighty Golden haired hero noticed the small child he landed on top of a building.

All Might: "Not a very smart move. Bang on the door for a while, someone will let you in. Now I have to go, see you on the flip side".

Izuku: "Wait, not yet. One second".

All Might: "No, I don't have any time".

Izuku: " Wait, I HAVE TOO KNOW...Is it possible to become a hero even if I don't have a quirk?" " I'm a normal kid without any powers. Could I ever hope to be someone like you?"

All Might: "Without a quirk?" "Pro heroes are always having to risk their lives. Some villains just can't be bitten without powers". "So no, I honestly don't think you can be a hero without a quirk".

And with that all of Izukus hopes and dreams were gone.

He felt like maybe he should just kill him self take a swan dive just like kacchan said he should. After All Might left Izuku walked to the ledge and contemplated.

He stood there for 10 minutes lost in thought but was to scared to go through with it.

He went to the door and when finally someone came he just walked past them and kept going, He didn't know where he was walking he just continued on he didn't wanna go home he felt like a burden on his poor mother, a worthless loser at school. He felt like he had nothing to live for.

He eventually made his way into an alleyway, He'd been walking for hours it was already dark outside, He leaned against the cold brick wall of a run down building and sunk down to the ground his knees in his chest with his arms wrapped around his legs.

He took his phone out of his pocket to check the time it read 11:55. 'Huh' he thought to himself its almost midnight and still not a text from mom she must be working late to help support him. He hated how useless he felt and with that he threw his phone at the wall across from him. He curled up even tighter and started to cry.

After what felt like hours of him crying when its only been around 15 minutes he heard the voice of a boy " Hey whats wrong?" and then a females voice " Is he ok? Hes crying".

Izuku looked up to see a boy maybe 14? He had turquoise eyes, scars on his face and arms, piercings and spiky black hair, He was wearing a black hoodie with the words lowlife in red on it, black jeans and purple vans.

He then looked to his left and saw the girl now crouching next to him, She looked to be the same age as him 13. She had blonde hair in two messy buns, Yellow cat like eyes, She sported a big smile her fangs fully visible, She wore a beige cardigan with a blue skirt, blue knee highs and brown shoes.

Izuku was confused why were these two complete strangers asking if he was okay?

Toga:"Hi My names Himiko Togo but you can just call me Toga" she said with a giant grin and giggling.

Izuku: "My names Izuku but most people call me Deku" He looks back down at the ground trying not to start crying again.

Toga: " Doesn't that mean useless you don't look useless?"

Dabi: " Yea it doesn't look like theirs anything wrong with you so how can you be useless?" "I'm going by Dabi right now so that's what you can call me" he said smiling with a smirk reaching out a hand to Izuku " How bout we be friends?".

Toga: "Yay Yea lets be Dekkun" she starts screeching in excitement.

Izukus a little surprised by this no ones ever wanted to be friends with him.

Izuku:" You guys wouldn't wanna be friends with me sorry " with his eyes starting to fill with tears, Finally two people seemed to show interest in him and he knew it was just going go away when they found out the truth.

Dabi: " And whys that?" he asks while looking over to Toga who just shrugs and looks back at the green haired boy crying.

Izuku: "Because i don't have a quirk" he starts to shake going into one of his panic attacks as he braces for them to start laughing but to his surprise the taller boy sat down next to him and wrapped his arm around him.

"Why would that matter?" said Dabi and Toga in unison. Izuku looked up shocked hes never had anyone act this way towards him before.

Dabi: " You have a home Izuku?" looking down at the smaller boy arm still wrapped around him but now Izuku was holding onto it for what seemed like dear life

Izuku: "Not anymore" he said not wanting to go home and be a burden to his mother or the people around him anymore.

Toga and Dabi looked at each other and silently nodded knowing what to do.

Toga: " Dekkun come with us" she smiles at him "You can be apart of our family if you'd like"

Izuku: " What family" Izuku looked up shocked.

Dabi: "A family of misfit" dabi chuckled "People that everyone else has given up on" grabbing Izukus hand.

In that moment Izuku felt safe and wanted two things he hasn't felt like that in along time. He weakly smiled at the two other teens and says "Okay" and with that the three stood up and walked down the alley.

After around 15 minutes of walking they got to what looked like a door behind an abandoned building.

Toga puts a pass code into a little number pad next to the door after a few seconds it unlocks, I follow them threw the door into what looks like a bar

There was a purple mist guy in a nice suit standing behind the bar polishing a glass, and a light blue haired guy who looked around 18 sitting at the bar watching TV.

When they noticed us walk in the Mist guy looked at Toga and Dabi and with a Serious tone said "Where Have you two been its past 1am" "That's no time for two teenagers to be running around the city what if the hero's saw you two".

" Sorry Kirigiri" The two whined in unison " We didn't mean to worry you" Toga squeals.

"Lay off them Kirigiri" the light blue hair man chuckles " It looks like they made a friend" He looks over to Izuku " Hi My names Tomura Shigaraki whats yours" he smiles lightly and tilts his head.

Izuku: "m,m,my names Iz-Izuku" the green hair boys looks down stuttering wasn't out of the ordinary for him but he didn't wanna look stupid in front of these people they where all being so kind and welcoming.

Tomura: " Nice to meet you Izuku what brings you to our home tonight, or should I say this morning"

Dabi: "He doesn't have any where to go Tomura" he answers for his new friend griping his hand knowing that the shorter boy was having a tough time.

Toga: " Yea Shigi, Dekkun said he wants to be apart of our family" she says in a hyperactive tone jumping up and down.

Tomura: " Is that right?" looking at Izuku.

Izuku: The younger boy Nods his head yes, "But i don't have a quirk, I'll understand if your don't want me. No one ever has"

Hes never felt this way around people before, Around his mom he felt like he was just burdening her even though he never said or showed that but he knew, and all the kids at school just hated him and treated him like trash.

But these people they excepted him, They wanted him. He could tell by how everyone looked that none of them where biologically related but the bond they all had looked stronger than any Biological family he's ever seen.

Tomura: " What does having a quirk have to do with being family?" He looks confused.

Toga: " Shigi we already told him that" grabbing on to Izukus other hand.

Izuku starts to tear up he doesn't know what he's done to deserve this.

Tomura: " Don't cry everything's gonna be alright"

Kirigiri: " Welcome to the family Izuku you can look at me like an uncle" "I'm Kirigir"

Tomura: " And you can look at Me and Dabi like older brothers and Toga like a sister" "You don't have to feel alone anymore"

Izukus now fully crying but these arnt tears of sadness they are tears of joy hes never has felt so cared for before.

Tomura: " Would you like to go meet the man whos like our father?"

Izuku shakes his head yes and follows Tomura threw the bar and down a few hallways until they get to a Big oak door, Tomura knocks on the door and it swings open. A mans voices comes from the door " Come in you two", As we enter the door Tomura introduces me to the man inside and then leaves so the two can talk alone.

Izuku and the man sit there for a few minutes before the man asks for Izuku to tell him is life story, Izuku gladly tells him everything that has lead him hear all the pain the suffering the heart break everything. Hes never felt cared about before and this man wanted to know everything about him it felt like he had a father finally.

After he finished telling the man everything he was shocked when the man said "Would you like to have a quirk?, If that will make you happy my quirk will let me give you one" "But even if you don't want one you will still be allowed to be apart of this family we will still get you everything you want and need" after hearing that he didn't need a second to think.

Izuku: " Yes, please Dad give me a quirk".

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