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Reminder [3]

Dabi x F!Reader x Hawks

Description: the final chapter to the story ends here. You’re given an ultimatum, having to choose between your painful past and your current present.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

A/N: I can’t believe it’s been about 7-8 months since I wrote part 1. Whoops!

“Not so hard, Keigo.”

You hissed in pain as the man dabbed the cold cloth on your facial injuries. “Not my fault you wanted to play hero and fight all those Nomus yourself.”

If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t have been alive. Iv tubes were hooked onto you and the beeping sound of the monitor aggravated you more than the nagging winged-man himself.

“Yeah well someone had to do it.” The sunset highlighted your face and Keigo couldn’t help but fall distracted. The moment was cut short the minute he heard a loud screech coming out of you. While being distracted, Keigo had accidentally pressed deeply into your wound and in return, you punched his arm. “Ow, sorry sorry.”

“Whatever.” You groaned as you laid back down, facing your back towards him. He was about to question your sudden change in attitude but sensed a weird aura around. Getting up from his seat, he headed towards the door in a hurry. “I’ll come by tomorrow alright? There’s something I gotta deal with.” Without looking back at him, you gave a weak wave.

He quietly shut the door to your room but before he could turn the corner, a voice caught him off guard. “So you and Y/N, huh? Never thought she’d go for someone so low.” How did he know your real name? A low chuckle left Hawks’s lips. He turned around and sent a fake smile followed by a wave. “Oh, I’m sorry. Have we met before? Oh right! I sent dozens of my feathers at you. Hope it didn’t kill ya too much!”

Dabi clenched his teeth, roughly pushing himself off the wall. “I’m gonna burn you to pieces you little chicken shit. You hear me?” Hawks playfully held his hands up. “Woah, calm down buddy! But if you’re serious, why don’t we take it somewhere else?”

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And that’s exactly what happened. The two men faced eachother with two different expressions. One held eyes full of rage and anger while the other was smug and laid-back.

“What’s with the face? Makes you look even more uglier than you already are.”

“Shut the hell up.”

Hawks rubbed his chin, observing the man infront of him while thinking deeply. “I still don’t get it. Why do you hate me so much?”

Dabi only scoffed in response. “Enough talking. When I’m done with you, I’ll be sure to give Y/N your burnt chicken wings as a present.”

Hawks didn’t have time to think as blue flames ignited his way. He flew around the abandoned area, the flames following close and burning everything behind him. Now it was his turn to strike. He flew towards Dabi, a long red feather making it’s way into his hand and he striked. Dabi managed to dodge all his attacks with ease, causing the winged hero to flinch. “Huh, you’re so weak. I don’t understand Y/N.”

Hawks ignored his instigation, attempting to hit him at least once but continuously missing all his shots again. “Look at you, you can’t even hit me. Why would she pick a weak man like you? You couldn’t even protect her.”

Emotions ran deep inside Hawks. More specifically guilt? Insecurity? Deep down, he knew everything Dabi said was nothing but the truth. He couldn’t protect you and for that, his worth for you was a newly engraved insecurity. That sadness turned into matched anger, causing him to hold a tighter grip on his feather and putting all force into the swing.

Dabi let out a maniacal laugh, gripping onto the man’s wrist and throwing him onto the ground. He watched unapologetic as Hawks squirmed beneath him in pain. He reached down to his jacket pocket and took out a shiny object, twisting it between his fingers above the injured hero in a taunting manner. “Keigo Takami.”

Once the name reached his ears, he froze in sheer horror. First your name and now his? He slowly realized the shiny object was the promise ring he gave you. “You.” The unstable man continued with poisonous venom leaking from the single word. “It’s all because of you. Y/N no longer cares about me and that’s all because of you! I’ve always despised you Keigo. Even when we were kids.”

Hawks was at a loss for words. He was in disbelief, unable to comprehend the situation. “I’ve always despised you since the day we met. The day I realized my feelings for Y/N. But of course, you just had to be in my way. You were always in my way.” Dabi psychotically laughed, recalling the memories like it was yesterday. “You know, I used to blame Y/N for not knowing how I felt. But I loved her so much and felt stupid for even thinking about blaming her.”

Dabi laid his hand flat on Hawks’s face, watching the man hiss in pain as the light heat made contact to his skin. “And then I started to blame myself. I was the reason why she didn’t love me back. I wasn’t good enough for her.” The heat began to increase, making the hero groan in pain. If the first one didn’t leave a burn mark, this one definitely did. “But then I realized it wasn’t my fault nor was it her’s. It was yours, Keigo. Did you know I was planning on killing you back then? To pretend it was a double accident? I was gonna kill you but then I thought about Y/N. She’d be alone and depressed out of her mind and so I chose to spare your life. Man, was I stupid for that.”

With that, he removed his hand to reveal a complete burn mark along the hero’s left side. He stood up and dusted himself off, facing his hand towards the half concious man lying helplessly on the ground. “You ruined my life Keigo Takami and now, I’m about to end your’s.”

Before Dabi could finish him off once and for all, a pleading voice called out for him in a distance. “Touya, please! Stop it!” The voice was so pure and angelic that Dabi couldn’t help but retrace back to the old days. Back when he was Touya. He slowly let his hand fall, backing away from Hawks.

Dabi was undoubtedly a powerful man. However, no matter how powerful or strong you are, everyone has their own weakness. And for him, it was you.

You limped over as fast as you could, the pain from days prior still taking in effect. “You need to let this go. This was all in the past.”

“The past can come back to haunt you.”

“The Touya I know wouldn’t do that.”

“I’m not Touya.”

“You are to me. You’ll always be Touya.”

That’s all it took for Dabi to be wrapped around your fingers. Those eyes once filled with hatred and rage were replaced with sadness and despair. In that moment, he fell completely vulnerable to you. “Just choose me damnit, Y/N.”

You rose a brow, confused at his words. “I know we have our differences but my feelings for you never changed. You promised me you’d always choose me so why can’t you just do that goddamnit?”

You realized at that point, you were given two critical choices. These two choices would lead to two very different outcomes.

Firstly, there was Touya. He wasn’t the same person he was back then but nonetheless, you still made a promise to him. Plus, it was hard to see him as Dabi when all you saw was Touya. Deep down, you were aware that some feelings were still there for him though you definitely wouldn’t admit it.

Secondly, there was Keigo. You always saw him as a friend but as time went on, it was like the friendship turned out to be a stepping stone for something new. Honestly speaking, you already imagined what it would be like to have a future with him.

The time to choose was now. You deeply sighed, getting ready to reveal your answer.

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You stood infront of the mirror, taking a full look at yourself. Who would’ve thought the day would come for you to finally get married. A long white dress that made you look like a princess, your hair pinned up, and a sparkling veil travelling from the top of your head all the way down to your dress. The final piece was a necklace which you were having trouble putting on.

“You need help?”

Glancing back, you saw that beautiful faint smile to which you returned. The man made his way behind you and took the necklace from your hands. You watched as he clipped the chains together and smiled, matching his gaze through the mirror. “Thank you, Touya.”

“Anything for you.” He admired you from your reflection, eyes travelling all around to every single detail. He never thought he’d see the day where you were like this. All dressed up for the wedding. An uncomfortable silence filled the room and you couldn’t help but clear your throat. “You should get going soon. You shouldn’t even be here and your family came by the way.”

Touya hummed in response and nodded. He made his way towards the door but stopped and faced you. “It’s not too late, Y/N. Just come with me an-”

“No, Touya.” You said abruptly. “I’m not changing my mind. You know I can’t. It’s the right thing to do anyways.” The right thing to do. He sighed in defeat and quietly left your room. The moment you heard the door shut, you deeply exhaled and rubbed the sides of your forehead in stress. You stared at the promise ring Hawks had given you years ago. Today was the day where he would replace that promise ring with a wedding ring, just like he promised.

“Keigo. I choose Keigo.”

That was a sharp pain in Dabi’s chest like he’d been stabbed right there and then. He was expecting some kind of hope, at least just a little bit, to have you say his name. But you didn’t. There wasn’t even any hesitation when you spoke.

“Why? Why him? Am I not good enough for you?!”

You stared at the ground, unable to look the broken man in the eyes. “It’s just how it is, Touya. I don’t make the rules and I can’t choose any differently. I’m sorry.”

Huh, what a joke he thought. When you’re chained to the institution, you have no choice but to submit yourself. That’s exactly what happened to you and because of that, you were now their little puppet to control. Had that not happen, would you have chosen differently? Would you choose to live your life with him and keep that promise?

Hands deeply shoved in his pockets, Dabi walked away from the building and never turned back.

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Reminder [2]

Dabi x F!Reader x Hawks

Warnings: violence, fluff, swearing

Description: After many years, a familiar face decides to make an unexpected visit at your house before your date with Hawks.

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“Hey, you’re the kid that almost died right? I’m Keigo. But they want us to use our hero names so I’m Hawks. But call me Keigo when they’re not around. You’re actually really pretty.”

Boy, did this kid talk a lot. Everyday he’d come up to you, blabbering about some unimportant thing that you had no interest in. One day, something Keigo said had actually caught your attention. “Yo, so I heard there’s gonna be some new kid but he’s not gonna stay here. He’s only here for ‘extra’ training cause his dad teaches him...”

His voice began to trail away from existence as you were met in your own world. This was the first time you’d be meeting another kid who hopefully wasn’t the bland bunch around you, aside from Keigo of course. Curiosity started to fill your mind, excitement slowly rising as you counted down the days.

And here he was, standing right next to his famed father, Endevour. The boy was shy and avoided eye contact with you and the talkative kid beside you. You shamelessly gawked at the boy while Keigo jumped in joy, seeing his favourite hero infront of him.

You were too young, too naive to know what love was. But in that moment, that’s what you thought you felt. Your stomach was filled with butterflies. The boy was like a dream and you swore he looked like a prince in shining armor.

Your confidence rose, walking up to the boy and forcing him to look you in the eyes. Your little hands reached for his and held them tightly. “Hi! You must be Touya. I’m Y/N. You’re my boyfriend now.” Even at that age, you were a flirt. Maybe a little too bold but you still had much to learn.

Touya became flustered, his small cheeks blushing pink. He began to stutter but was interrupted by Keigo ripping your hands apart.

“Hey! You never said that to me!”

You were too distracted, admiring the new boy and that only made Keigo grow more jealous.

“Y/N, pay attention to me!”

“Y/N!”

Your focus went back to Hawks’s irked voice. These days, you couldn’t help but think back to when times were easier. Times where you didn’t have to care about your image, being able to live life freely.

“Yeah, sorry. What were you saying, Keigo?” You dried your hair, exiting the bathroom with nothing but a red robe tied around your body. You struggled to keep your phone between your cheek and shoulder as the man chattered his life away.

Hawks had dialed you to discuss your upcoming “date”. After initiating the hero plan against the villains, Hawks’s heroic face had been plastered on multiple cover pages of magazines, newspapers, and news outlets. The minute they came out published, Hawks had spammed you with multiple calls and messages to rub it in your face, reminding you of the public bet you lost. Unfortunately for you, you always kept your word.

“Yeah, I know.” You reassured the winged-hero, rolling your eyes in annoyance. You made your way to the kitchen, placing your phone and towel on the counter and snatching a bag of chips from the pantry. Sensing a presence within you, your movement came to a cautious halt. You didn’t spare a glance at the figure sitting on your living room couch, already knowing who it was. “Give me a second, Keigo.”

The good thing about Hawks was that he could always sense when something was off. He heard your sudden switch in tone and didn’t question you, muting himself but still listening to your line. You tossed your bag of chips back to it’s original place, walking around the kitchen island.

Reaching up the cupboard, you got two glasses and a half empty bottle of red wine, making your way to the shaded man. The room was dark with the dim lamp barely making him visible to the eye. “You know, it’s funny. I didn’t even recognize you.” You placed the two shiny glasses on the table and poured him and yourself a drink.

You sat on the opposite side and crossed your legs. When you first encountered Dabi, you didn’t really care much for him. But the more you examined his face, the more it felt familiar, even with the burns and staples. “How could I even forget you or those bright cyan eyes?” He didn’t say anything, keeping his eyes on nothing but you.

The lack of communication caused you to pout. Being greeted with open arms was what you expected but this was far from it. You took a sip of your red wine and twirled the glass in a circle, watching it spin like ocean waves. “Not gonna talk? Fine.”

You placed your glass next to his untouched one and repositioned yourself to lean closer to him. “So you side with the villains now, hm?”

Dabi concentrated on your words that were faint in a whisper, barely even audible.

“What would your father say about that, Touya?”

The mention of Endevour sparked the memory of a buried past and ignited a flame filled with hatred in him. He quickly pushed himself up, throwing an immense amount of flame at you. But you knew him too well. You were quick to sense his move and you forced upon a huge gust of wind, ricocheting the fire back to him.

From the other line, Hawks could hear the loud chaos. “Y/N, is everything ok? What’s happening?” He couldn’t figure out what you were saying earlier, as the whole conversation was mumbled.

Smoke was everywhere and you struggled to keep your eyes opened. “Yeah, I’m fine...” You coughed and rapidly blinked to keep the toxic gas from entering your eyes. A huge hole in your living room wall was newly formed with no Dabi to be found. So much for moving in. “But my house isn’t.”

You could say your date started early. Hawks had offered you a place in his house to stay while your’s was under construction. Being the gentleman he was, he offered you his room and that he’d sleep on the couch. But of course, he originally insisted on sleeping in the same bed. He would pester you from time to time, asking what happened and you never told him.

The day of your date, you walked the busy streets of Musutafu together. As expected, many fans surrounded you both and bombarded with questions. Hawks had held a conversation with you while impressively aiding civilians in need of help.

“You just love to show off, don’t you?”

“Can’t help it, babe. It’s my specialty and when we’re officially together, I’ll be sure to show you off too.”

A young boy rushed towards you, tugging on your black cape. “Storm! Storm! I’m a huge fan! Can I please get a picture?!” You crouched to match the same level as the kid. “Of course!”

His mother thanked you as you squeezed the boy in a tight hug, kissing his cute chubby cheek. He giggled in happiness and his mom snapped the picture. Hawks walked up to the kid, teasingly patting his head. “Woah now, kiddo. Don’t go stealing my lady now, ya’ hear?”

Hawks was immediately pulled away by you, as you thanked the fans and left in a hurry. “I can never do anything without you being jealous. Don’t you get enough attention?” He smiled and held the restaurant door open, waiting for you to get inside. “It only matters when the attention comes from you.”

The two of you were guided to your table with Hawks on his best behaviour, making sure to pull out the chair for you. They brought out the yakitori and you both conversated about just everything and honestly, you really enjoyed talking to him.

“Oh, if you aren’t gonna have anymore, can I have it?” Hawks asked, pointing at the last chicken skewers. You nodded and watched him gladly take it. “I just have no self-control when it comes to the things I want.” He took a bite and smirked at you. “You should know by now.”

Since when did Hawks become good at flirting? From the beginning, he knew damn well that he wanted you but it was a struggle. It was a struggle to even get you interested in him and now, he finally had the girl of his dreams on a date with him. Hawks was found attractive by many. He could have any girl in the world but none could compare to you.

“Oh, that reminds me. I almost forgot!” His eyes popped out in realization and he dug into his baggy pants, pulling out a small white box and handing it to you. You stared at the box and he began to grow impatient. “What are you waiting for? Open it.”

You removed the lid of the box, revealing a silver tiara-shaped ring. You were in awe and slid it on your ring finger. Hawks smiled in joy, happy that you loved the gift. The ring was beautiful and you couldn’t help but move your hand around, watching the ring sparkle in every direction you went. “Hawks, this is beautiful.”

He smirked and crossed his arms. “I know. That’s because I chose it.” You laughed and admired the shiny ring. It wasn’t a surprise that he chose a crown-shaped ring because he always saw you as a princess. “And don’t worry...” He continued. “One day, I’ll replace that promise ring with a wedding ring.”

You turned your head with eyes shut in embarrassment, as he laughed at your shocked reaction. He waited for you to speak but your eyes remained closed with your eyebrows furrowed. You felt something was off and just by your reaction, Hawks felt the same. He glanced outside to what seemed to be a normal day. “Y/N...”

“Here are your drinks-” The waitress came smiling and you quickly opened your eyes, returning to your surroundings. “Hawks!” You yelled and he quickly got the message. “Get back, Miss!” A dark flying creature smashed it’s way through the window but you were quick to jump out of the way. The woman screamed and Hawks held her in a protective hold. The creature stared at you with dark piercing eyes.

Seeing that you were it’s target, you matched it’s stare and brushed the fallen dust off your nose. “Hawks, evacuate everyone now!”

“But what about you?” He asked worried.

Your eyes began to glow pearl white as you gradually activated your quirk. “You’re forgetting that we’re heroes, Hawks. I’ll be fine.”

He was hesitant but nodded. You returned your gaze back to the strange creature. With all the collected power, you gave it a strong hook kick to the chest, supported by a huge amount of wind that sent it flying out from where it came from. “I can never seem to catch a fucking break, can I?”

You ran and jumped down from the high story building. Hawks was worried. Not about you losing the expensive ring. Dramatically speaking, it did almost cost him a quarter of his bank account. But he was more so worried about you. He knew very well that you were capable of handling this on your own but the thought of you getting seriously injured made him anxious.

You glided your way down to the falling High-End Nomu, sending and shooting electrical charges at it. The lightning strikes gave you enough time to build up wind power. You were close to ground so you used up all your stored power and sent it to your leg, giving the High-End Nomu a hard stomp to the face on your way down to the empty road.

You released your leg to see the High-End Nomu’s head now entirely crushed. You tried to catch your breath and looked around. Screams were coming from all directions. Civilians tried to escape the chaotic scene but were blocked by multiple Nomus. Your eyes glowed as you raised your hands to the sky that slowly turned into dark clouds. Violent lightning began to appear and striked the Nomus left to right, killing them and giving the citizens enough time to flee.

The distraction caused the High-End Nomu under you to regenerate quickly without you knowing and you felt a hard punch to your stomach, sending you flying up in the air. Your ribs were for sure injured by now, if not broken.

The pain was highly effective and you struggled to keep your balance in mid-air. You didn’t have the strength to gain wind momentum but thankfully, strong arms grasped you tightly. You looked up to see the same annoying arrogant smirk. “Looks like I caught you just in time.”

You groaned and held your ribs. This was not the time to joke around and you definitely weren’t in the mood. “Keigo, give me a boost.” He gazed down at you before getting ready. “Whatever you say, darling.”

Hawks threw you towards ground level, giving you the speed you needed. You shot lightning towards the High-End Nomu but with each strike, it was quick enough to dodge them. You snarled in dissatisfaction and with all the energy you had left, you attempted to give the creature another kick. It was too quick, grabbing you by the ankle and smashing you to the ground.

The harsh impact made you dizzy and gasping for air. The monster was about to finish you off with one last punch before being cremated by hot blue flames. You heavily breathed and held your ribs, rising up to gaze at the figure that you wished wasn’t there.

The streets were packed with dust and smoke but Dabi was able to see you clearly. “Well won’t you look at that. You’re still fighting.” Blood was dripping down from your forehead and lower left eye. Your hero attire was ripped in some parts. But even with the damage, you still remained flawless. He smirked and walked closer to you. “Just like the Y/N I remembered.”

You limped towards him with an angry expression. He had no right to come here, let alone ‘save’ you. He wasn’t the Touya you knew. This wasn’t Touya at all. You didn’t have enough power to use your quirk but you did have enough power to physically punch him.

Or not.

You fell midway but he caught you with a tight grip on your chin. The pain from your body was taking over and you were struggling to stay awake. Dabi looked down at you with pity, pulling you up. “Dying on me now, Y/N? But we barely got to talk.”

You stayed silent, blinking as much as you could to keep you from fainting. A tiny light was shining brightly and Dabi looked down to your hand, only to see a ring displayed on your ring finger. He grabbed your hand and examined it. “That little chicken bastard gave this to you?” You didn’t respond and faded off, pissing Dabi off even more. He snatched the item off your finger and tightened his grip on your chin. “What do you see in him that you don’t see in me? You remember your promise, don’t you?”

“Touya?”

The boy flinched at the sudden call of his name. Your soft voice echoed in the room and the sound of your footsteps gradually got closer. You sat infront of him with crossed legs and scooted closer to him. “Touya, what’s the matter?”

“It’s okay. Everything’s okay. Just go back to Keigo.”

“I don’t wanna see Keigo. I came to see you.”

Your eyes softened, analyzing all the scars and burns of the boy’s body. He hid them behind layers and layers of gauze and you never noticed how much pain he put himself through. You spent most of your time with Keigo and unintentionally pushed Touya away.

You pulled the boy closer in a hug, never wanting to let go. “I’m sorry, Touya. Keigo told me he was feeling left out so I wanted to spend time with him.” Touya was about to speak but closed his mouth, letting you continue.

“I promise to put you first before anything. I promise I’ll always protect you and stay by your side. I promise that one day when you ask me to be your girlfriend or wife, I’ll always say yes. We can be heroes and be together like we imagined.”

Touya was young and kids always had their own wild imaginations of the future. Always having their own crazy perception in life. It was a know fact that you and the boy had strong feelings for eachother. Even at that age, Touya knew he wanted to be with you. For you to become his girlfriend. To become his wife.

He also knew his ‘disappearance’ had to be done. He was sad that he had to keep that secret from you but it was only to keep you safe. It was what he had to do. It would be a while before he could see you again.

“You promise, Y/N?”

“Always.”

“How’d that turn out?” Dabi watched you with eyes full of pain and you did nothing but stare at the ground. Words couldn’t leave your mouth as the memories were too much to handle. Finally, you had the courage to look up to him. “I could never love you. Not like this.”

Those words struck Dabi like an arrow to the heart and he tried to mask the hurt from his face. He slowly pushed you away from him. He stared at you and internally fought with himself, trying to bring himself to hate you, to want to kill you but he couldn’t.

He sighed and his eyes softened, lightly stroking your scratched cheek. “Even if I tried, I could never hurt you. You know how much pain you bring to me?”

Red feathers pierced Dabi’s back, causing him to yell in pain. He released his grip on your chin and before you could fall, Hawks dived in and swooped you into his arms, flying upwards.

“Am I too late to the party?” He jokingly laughed until he realized your unconscious state. Full protective mode was now on and he gathered his feathers back, zooming as fast as he could to the nearest hospital. “Don’t you dare die on me, Y/N. Not now, not ever.”

Dabi plucked the last feather out of his back, furiously throwing it to the ground and getting ready to burn it before it quickly flew up to Hawks. The High-End Nomu fully regenerated and Dabi watched as the winged-hero had you wrapped around his arms. He pulled out the ring he stole from you and stared at it.

“I’m gonna kill you, Keigo Takami. Even if I die trying or in the process of it all. If it’s the last thing I do.”

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[dadoroki]

Reminder [1]

Dabi x F!Reader x Hawks

Warnings: violence, fluff, Dabi is Touya and we know it clap your hands 👏🏻 👏🏻

Description: The League of Villains prepare for their upcoming raid. Dabi takes the time to study you, who he is already quite familiar with. The only problem is the one obstacle in his way.

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The team of villains watched the screen closely. The Hero Billboard Charts had started not too long ago and this was the perfect opportunity to study the enemies.

Dabi scoffed in annoyance. The ceremony was just an entertainment event judged by popularity and had no real purpose. It goes to show how pointless the title “hero” really was.

Number three! She may not be the number one hero. However, she is the number one in stealing hearts! The hero who makes dreadful weather look beautiful,

Lightning Hero: Storm!

Dabi’s full attention was now on the screen, watching the camera pan up to your contoured face. The last time he saw you was when you both were kids. Now you’ve grown into something more beautiful than ever.

You gave the crowd a wink and turned to the camera, blowing a kiss to the audience from the other side of the screen. One thing that never left you was your flirtation and Dabi was glad you kept it. Twice squealed, tugging on Toga’s sleeve who shared the same reaction as him.

“She remembered us! That gives me a better reason to love her.”

Toga nodded and twirled around the dim room with blushed cheeks. “I know! Isn’t she dreamy? I wonder what her blood taste like!”

She stopped beside Dabi, leaning back on his arm. “Don’t you agree? Look at you, you’re blushing!”

The man shoved her off, looking away from the live video. “Shut your mouth. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“All of you be quiet! You’re supposed to be studying them for battle and you’re all doing the exact opposite!” A furious Shigaraki yelled, silencing everyone and becoming more serious.

Number Two! He does things his own way but he’s fierce! With great momentum, he’s reached the number two spot!

Wing Hero: Hawks!

The hero ravishly posed with a hand placed on his hip, the other behind his head. Yeah, Keigo definitely didn’t change at all.

The top heroes stood in a line with Hawks already fidgeting with boredom. He whispered something to Endevour before turning to you, a hand covering his mouth from the audience. “Hey, you’ve heard what the media’s saying about us, right?”

You didn’t dare to take your attention away from the crowd infront of you, not even sparing the man one glance. “Because of you, people think we’re an item.” Hawks smirked, returning his gaze towards the audience. “What’s so wrong about that?”

You let your head fall forward, slowly shaking it back and forth in defeat. You had known Hawks at a young age, working together in the same commission. The more you both grew older, the more the bond between the both of you blossomed.

Apparently, Hawks had grown bored of the hero speeches, moving forward to grab the mic. “Hey, chicken wings. Wait your turn.” You hissed which he ignored. “Lets see.”

Flapping his big red wings, Hawks began to levitate above everyone. “If we’re just talking approval ratings, Storm is number one with the charm and flirting she does with the fans.” Hawks looked back at your annoyed face, smirking at your reaction. “Second is me, third is Edgeshot, and fourth is Endevour. I’ll skip the rest.”

“I think approval rating is the most important number right now. Though, I think the most important news everyone really cares about is if Storm and I are a thing.” You furrowed your eyebrows at the man above you. “What do you think you’re doing?” You whispered. The winged-hero ignored you, continuing on.

“There are speculations that we are dating, that we are hiding our relationship, or that we are even married. But the truth is, the rumours are just rumours. We aren’t together. At least not yet.”

You squeezed the bridge of your nose, growing more annoyed. “Hawks, cut it out.” You were tired of reading articles and sources giving false accusations and now, Hawks was doing them a huge favour by stirring the pot even more. He flew towards you, stopping beside you with a wide smirk. “Lets give the fans what they want. If I save the day yet again, you have to agree to go on a date with me.”

“A public proposal!” The moderator exclaimed in excitement. Cheers erupted from the crowd and you could practically hear it from around the world. You glanced up at the cocky man. He knew exactly what he was doing and he knew you’d have to agree in order to keep the people happy. He lowered the mic to you. “Well, what do you say, Y/N?”

Everyone grew in anticipation for your answer, even the heroes beside you and the moderator. You desperately wanted to say no but Hawks had you pinned in every corner. You sighed and gave in. “Fine.”

Everyone in the packed stadium shouted in joy, clapping and rising to their feets. Except for the ones who wanted Hawks’s spot, groaning in disappointment. You just got yourself into a terrible unfixable mess. Hawks lowered the mic, never looking away from you and keeping that same cocky little smirk. “There’s no going back now, babe.”

From the League of Villains lounge, a groan from Twice and Toga escaped. They were upset but not as angered as Dabi. He clutched his fist tightly. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This was never supposed to happen.

A young Keigo and Touya was sitting on a curb by the building. Touya began to fiddle with his fingers, thinking deeply about something that’s been bothering him.

“Do you think Y/N likes me?”

Keigo released the red feather he was playing with and faced the flustered boy. “Maybe, but who knows? She could possibly like me instead.”

Keigo was always competitive. His words didn’t affect Touya because he knew deep down, it was all just Keigo’s competitive nature. Plus, the boy promised him that he’d never in a million years like you. That was until his “disappearance”.

Even though Touya was “dead”, he was never really gone. He cared for his friends and watched over them. That’s when he noticed the change in Keigo. It would start off as subtle moves, gradually growing into full-on flirting. Of course you just had to be oblivious, your natural flirtation not helping the situation at all.

Touya felt betrayed. Not by you. He’d never blame you for anything. But who he did feel betrayed by was Keigo. The boy was supposed to be his friend. He swore he’d never see you as anything more than just a friend. And there he was, laughing with you, smiling at you, holding you close.

Touya’s trust in people would never be the same and he’d do anything to get back at Keigo.

“You alright there, Dabi?”

Dabi ignored the worried Twice and stormed out of the room, leaving everyone confused.

With weeks worth of preparation, the small group of top pro heroes hid quietly behind the buildings, getting ready to initiate their plan. Thankfully for you, you weren’t partnered up with Hawks but instead with Mirko.

“Pretty lady, do you copy? Do you copy, pretty lady? Over.” Psss

You placed a hand on your earpiece, scoffing at the nickname. “What?”

“Oh, you’re alive. Good. So for our date, where do you wanna go? Over.” Pss

“You don’t have to say ‘over’ everytime you’re done talking. You know that right?”

Silence from the other line.

“Yakitori, got it. Over.” Pss

You sighed, releasing your hold on the piece. Mirko nudged your arm with a grin. “Was that your boyfriend?” Just hearing those words made you roll your eyes without the intent of even trying. “No, don’t have one and don’t want one. Unless you wanna be that special somebody to me.” You teasingly winked as a joke.

A signal interrupted your conversation, indicating it was go-time. You watched as the league exited their building and you raised your arms far apart, letting your quirk do the work. Clouds began to huddle against each other and violent lightning struck down, one hitting a power pole which caused an explosion. A perfect distraction.

With that, the heroes rushed into action. You flew your way to a group of Twice’s duplicates and took a stance. You didn’t even have to fight since the men were already giving you heart eyes, arguing with one another on who loved you more. That allowed you to send a huge storm of wind their way, causing them to fly in all types of directions.

Before catching a break, you felt a shadow behind you which made you fully turn, quick to grip the sharp blade by your neck. Toga licked her lips and maliciously smiled at you. “Storm, right? I’m such a huge fan.” You hissed at your opened wound that began to slowly drip of your blood. “Yeah, I bet you are, sweety.” You gazed up at the newly crowded clouds you created, sending a lightning strike to the girl who fell down unconscious.

You were about to attack one of the Nomus until one of the villains caught your eye. Dabi slowly trailed his way towards a busy Hawks with angry eyes. But they weren’t just angry. Those eyes held frustration, disgust, even a look of lifetime rage.

Dabi didn’t have enough time to meet with Hawks but instead, he was met with you as you flew infront of him. He smirked and dusted his hands on his black pants. “Well isn’t she a beauty?”

You scoffed at the compliment, preparing yourself for battle. “Ever wondered what would happen if you mixed fire with lightning?”

The man only held his smirk, prepping his hands. “No, but I’d like to see what it could create if you know what I mean.”

Electrical discharge shot out of your hands and towards Dabi, him doing the same with his flames. Both lightning and fire met eachother in the center and it was an ongoing battle to see which person it’d end up striking. Instead, it caused another huge explosion and the impact caused you to shoot back.

You fell to the ground, scrapes and bruises forming on your body from the rough fall. Smoke surrounded the two of you and you heard the villains retreat from the battlefield.

“I guess our time is cut short. I’ll see you around.”

Dabi began to walk away before stopping, taking one last glance at you.

“Oh, and Y/N...”

Your head shot up at the sudden call of your name. The name you’ve never heard come out of anyone’s mouth with an exception of Hawks. He was the only person who’d be able to call you by that forbidden name.

“Don’t forget that promise you made for me.”

What promise? You’ve never met this man until today. With that, the scarred man left you with nothing but confusion.

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[dadoroki]

Girl, That’s Not Me

Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader

Warnings: fluff, spoilers for chapter 270, spoilers for Heroes Rising, angst

Description: Meeting you during a lookout wasn’t something Shigaraki planned on doing.

I couldn’t think of a title so I just used my fav line from Drama by Drake and Roy Woods lmao.

From the edge of the steep cliff, a lone Shigaraki looked down menacingly at the winged hero beneath him. His attention on Hawks, however, would soon be cut short.

Blocks away from the horrific disaster was a beautiful woman elegantly seated on a bench, feeding the group of white doves below her. The way her soft hair and white silky dress flowed through the wind in sync was almost unreal. The whole scene was unreal.

Somehow, amid the cataclysm of fire and flames was the sight of a goddess. The burnt buildings, flashing ambulances, and audible firetrucks were the background and you were the main focal point that Shigaraki couldn’t help but admire.

Your bag of breadcrumbs was now empty and you watched as the doves flapped their wings away into the sky. It wasn’t that you weren’t aware of your current surroundings. It was just that you chose to ignore it. Your eyes roamed around the area until it was set on Shigaraki who shamefully looked away. He walked into a black mist, fully disappearing and you couldn’t help but wonder who he was or why he was staring at you.

It had been long hours since Shigaraki last saw you and his mind was merely focused on the thought of you. Something about you was just so intriguing that he couldn’t help but want to relive the moment. But he had no time for distractions. His present goal was to confront Nine.

Shigaraki was teleported to an open field, the dark black mist that once surrounded him now reducing into air. He approached the weakened man, latching all five fingers onto his face and watching him disappear into dust. Shigaraki backed away, ready to get sent back to his next location until he saw someone. Even though he could only see the back of the figure, he knew your body too well to know it was you.

You sat on the meadow with your legs bent to the side, a finger raised to hold a white dove as many more surround you. He took careful steps towards you, stopping a few meters away. The distance didn’t secure his cover, as you were already aware of his company. You let the dove fly away, watching it leave with the rest of the pack. “So, we meet again.”

“Are you following me?”

“I should be asking you the same thing.”

You pushed yourself up and faced him, slowly walking a few steps closer. You took him in, as he did the same with you. Shigaraki thought he was hallucinating. The way your soft eyes glimmered at him, the way your hair and long exquisite dress danced through the wind, and the way the pink flower pedal’s streamed behind you was surreal. It was like a fantasy he was living in. A cliché romantic scene from a movie almost.

The smile on your face made Shigaraki’s heart tug and you raised a hand at him. He wasn’t exactly sure what you were trying to imply but he slowly made his way to you, placing four fingers on yours. You glanced down at his unsteady hand then back to him. “You can trust me.” After a moment of hesitation, he rested his last finger onto yours and to his surprise, your body was not affected in any way. You gave him a chance and he let you in.

Shigaraki was never alone after that. Wherever he went, he’d always be accompanied by you. You never left his side. It would get in the way of his work, as you’d try to prevent him from causing any severe harm or damage to others. He would still carry on with his daily routines, only minimalizing a bit of his full potential.

After forming the Paranormal Liberation Front, Doctor Ujiko promised Shigaraki that he could grow even stronger through a complex surgery. You were told that the process would last up to four months and would be indescribably painful. But the end results could potentially make Shigaraki even stronger than All For One. This was exactly what he wanted but for you, you disagreed with the idea completely. It could cause him immense pain and you couldn’t go through with that. But he could and he did. There was no talking him out of it and you were forced to give up.

Every single day, from morning to night, you’d watch over Shigaraki, locked in his glass container and hooked to a series of tubes and wires. You rested your palm on the cold glass from the opposite side of Shigaraki, wishing to take all his pain away. His eyes and body rested softly within the waters. You’ve never seen him look so at peace and it made you slightly happy. The scene made you trace away from the chaos outside of the location. Away from the disruption between Present Mic, Kyudai, and X-less a few meters behind you.

Inside Shigaraki’s mind, he was surrounded by several large hands and pieces of buildings. The sound of a little girl’s voice caught his attention and he later realized it was his sister. She told him that she was on his side and apologized for the past. More of his memories started to resurface, a larger version of his mother worried about his eyes and a larger version of his father yelling furiously at him.

Out of nowhere, a shadowy version of All For One appeared before him, telling him to come with him. As he goes to walk, his family reappears, stopping him and grabbing him in the same areas that he had placed their hands on originally. He ignored their pleads, letting them disappear into nothing. Another interruption stopped him from inching closer to All For One but this time, it was in the hands of someone he truly cared for.

He came to a cease, feeling your arms wrapped around his torso and your head resting on his bare back. You pulled yourself closer to him and tightly squeezed your eyes shut. “Please don’t go.”

“But I have to.”

Your grip slowly loosened, desperately trying to find a way to gain him back. “This isn’t you, Tomura.”

“But it is.”

Another failed attempt and his tone started to grow less without care and more monotonous. “You thought about what life would’ve been like with a loving family. If you left everything behind and we lived happily together. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Yes, but you’re not real.”

You slowly released him, backing away from his body. He refused to look at you as your body slowly started to crumble. “You’re just a pure imagination created in my mind.”

You wanted to scream at him. To tell him he was wrong. But he was right and telling you the truth. Would you have guessed that the most villainous person could be the most loneliest? You were just there because he needed to feel comfort and to feel loved. Everything he couldn’t get growing up. It started to make sense to you. You knew nothing of your past. Everyone had ignored you, not because they hated you, but because they couldn’t see you. You weren’t real.

From the beginning, he convinced himself that you were alive, wanting to believe that it couldn’t just be a coincidence. But as time went on, he gradually had to accept the harsh reality. All good things come to an end.

“Goodbye, (Y/n).”

Tears fall from your face as you slip into oblivion. Before disappearing, your crumbling face watched the man who you thought loved you walk over to the darkness, embracing the path of villainy.

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[dadoroki]

Every Comic Has A Story

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: softboi shiggy, fluff, swearing

Summary: When Japan’s most dangerous villain meets a witty and flirty comic store clerk.

The mall was unsurprisingly packed, as it was the weekend. Everyone had something to do or somewhere to go. Shopping for items, chatting with friends. Not for Shigaraki though.

After his tight encounter with Midoriya, he walked the crowded mall all alone, stuck in his own thoughts. How could he become stronger? To become better than Stain? To defeat All Might? His thoughts would be dispersed when a loud angry voice boomed from his right side.

“How many times do I gotta tell you kids? This stuff is 18+!” Shigaraki turned his attentive gaze towards your voice, a voice that could instantly gain anyone’s attention. Well, aside from how loud it was. He slowly walked into the store, staring at a messy rack full of comics but secretly eavesdropping on the conversation.

“Ma’am, I’m 18! See?” The boy handed you an ID card, one that instantly made you aware of how fake it was. The card was poorly constructed and taped for crying out loud. “You all look 12. Now get lost before I call one of those bad guys to come down and beat your asses.” The boys ran out of the shop in a hurry, fearing for their lives. You turned your attention to the new customer who wore his black sweater a bit too suspiciously. “Aye, you.”

Shigaraki calmly turned his head towards your direction. He was sure to cover his face, hanging his head down low. “You’re lookin’ hella suspicious. Did you come here to shoplift?” He stood in his place, squinting his eyes at the ground. Were you always this talkative and annoying? “Are you profiling me?”

You were taken aback by his response, moving your hands and shaking your head frantically. “Uh, no. Not at all. Sorry.” His face filled with annoyance, moving to grab a random comic and walking to your counter. You glanced at the book he chose, ‘Pretty Princess Diaries’. A giggle couldn’t help but escape your lips, causing Shigaraki to grow more agitated. You reached under the counter and grabbed a more suitable comic for him. “I think you’d enjoy this better. It’s about the psychology of the villain, Memphis, and how he defeats the heroes.”

There was no reason as to why he even stepped foot in the comic store but this was perfect for Shigaraki. It would give him many ideas and ways to help in the current situation he was in. However, he wasn’t willing to pay the price. “I don’t feel like buying this.” He began to lower his final finger on the cover page, ready to deteriorate it. That way, you’d be frightened by him. “Oh, don’t worry. It’s on the house.”

He removed his entire hand completely away from the comic, watching you take it and place it in a white bag. Confusion was the only emotion he was feeling. You handed him the bag with a smile. Even though you could barely see his face, he strongly caught your interest. He looked mysterious and interesting. Or maybe you’ve just been reading too many romance themes. “If you like it, come back and get the next one.”

Shigaraki looked at you with disgust, fully aware of the love eyes you sent him. He mumbled a quick “sure” and left the store, hoping to never step foot inside ever again.

When he got back from the long travel, he tossed the bag to the side and slumped on his cold bed. He glanced at the plastic bag before pulling out the comic and taking a long look at it. A dark matte cover, red cheapfire font imprinted in the center, and underneath was the main villain. Shigaraki had nothing else better to do so he decided to read only a bit of it. Going from one page, to thirteen, to forty, until it reached the end. He wasn’t aware but it was already 4am in the morning.

Shigaraki entered the store, the same place he refused to step foot in again. He placed the white bag on the counter, setting his empty hands back in his pockets. “I need the next one.” You could barely understand him through his mumbling, causing you to lean in closer. You noticed a few of his hidden features. His fragile face, chapped lips. Chapped lips?

“Nah, what you really need is some chapstick for those crusty ass lips.” You grabbed your cherry lip balm from your purse, holding it out to him with a wink. “You can have mine. It’s my favourite flavour.” Shigaraki snatched the item from your hand, shoving it in his pocket with a huff of annoyance. Your flirtatious presence really started to get on his nerves.

This would be his last visit to you and he couldn’t wait to leave but then, a thought popped off in his head. He needed a pawn to do his dirty work. The work that he nor his group could carry out due to the huge attention it would gain. He needed someone who was as easy as you. “You know, you’re quite a view.”

You raised a brow, not expecting the sudden compliment. “Oh, thanks.” Shigaraki wasn’t the best at flirting but he needed to try in order to fully wield you in. “When’s your lunch break?” You sat straighter in your chair, a smile slowly forming across your face. You weren’t really sure when but you knew your friend would cover your shift if he knew about the situation. “I can end now. Eijiro!” You called in the back room. “I need you to cover my shift please.”

Without even waiting for a response, you grabbed your purse and stood beside an irritated Shigaraki. He didn’t expect to be hanging out with you so soon and wasn’t fully mentally prepared for your excessive energy. It was going to be a long dreadful day.

You both sat on the edge of the water fountain, ice cream in hand. It had only been an hour and Shigaraki was ready to end himself. You gladly licked your ice cream while he sat still, staring at you. Everything about you annoyed him. The way you sat perfectly under the mall sunroof or how graceful you looked eating your ice cream. You took notice of the way his pinky extended away from his cone. “What are you, British?” You pointed at his finger, causing him to look down at it. “I don’t think all British people do that.”

You shrugged your shoulders, standing up from your spot. He followed your movements, his height causing him to look down on you. You embraced him in a tight hold, feeling the rigidness of his body. “I had a great time. By the way, what’s your name?”

He wasted no time in saying his name, incapable of standing your presence any longer. “Shigaraki.” Finally, you’d regret spending the day with him and leave him alone. You stood there silent in confusion, resting a finger on your chin. “Huh, like the villain?” Holy shit, this girl was dumber than he thought. “Anyways I gotta go. Come by tomorrow so we can do this again.” You left him speechless, standing all alone in the middle of the busy mall.

He was sure of giving up. You weren’t worth all the mental suffering but here he was with you again, walking around the same mall. Earlier, he had mentioned how he hated holding hands so instead, you linked your arm with his while he had his hands in his pockets. The big advertisement sign of skincare caught your attention, stopping you in your tracks and making him do the same. “Look Shigz, we should go in. You need that.”

You looked up at him with a cheeky smile, causing him to groan in revulsion. He wasn’t sure why he was going along with it. Applying chapstick was enough for him but to you, if it worked on his lips, it would definitely work on his face.

He noticed all the skin products on display, walking down the extremely bright aisle. He heard his nickname being called and turned around, feeling your soft hands rub against his face. “You said you had a skin condition so the employee recommended me this.” Shigaraki watched as you ran your fingers from his face, all the way down to his neck. He never recalled feeling another human’s touch in such a caring way.

You both made your way towards the counter, paying for the product and leaving. To his surprise, he actually bought the cream. The very first time in his life, he actually bought something instead of stealing it. You were a bad influence on him and his work and he needed nothing more than to depart from you.

“Shit, it’s almost time for my shift.” You stood on your tippy toes, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek before steadily jogging off. “I’ll see you soon!” Never in his life had he been given such affection. Shigaraki touched the area of where your lips had kissed with delicate fingers.

That night, he tossed and turned in his bed, struggling to find sleep. You were an internal battle to him. On one side, he hated your guts and wanted nothing more than to escape from you. On the other, he hated to say it but he enjoyed your company. The way you made him feel something he’d never felt in all his years of living. He decided at that moment, he’d confess to you. No, nothing romantic in any way but strictly his identity. The identity that you somehow failed to process.

“What do you mean she doesn’t work here?” The next day, Shigaraki stepped foot in the comic shop, only to be told you weren’t there. The new clerk adjusted his glasses. “I’m sorry, sir. You’re gonna have to describe her.” A now frustrated Shigaraki grew heavily impatient, not having the time to deal with this. He realized he never asked for your name, a stupid rookie mistake he made. “She’s this short, (y/h/c) hair, (y/e/c) eyes, a little slow, annoying, and dumb.”

The man shook his head with a puzzled face. “I’m sorry but I just started working here and I don’t know much of who works here.” Shigaraki scratched his neck, seconds away from decaying him but restraining himself. “What’s the point of asking me that question then?”

He walked out of the store defeated. Shockingly, he didn’t reach over the counter to kill the goof. You really were a bad influence on him. A moment of walking later, he felt a tap on his shoulder. “Shigz.”

He recognized the fine voice all too clearly. He started to broil in anger. In a matter of seconds, he quickly spun around to face you. “Where were you? I tried visiting you and you weren’t there.” You were astounded, never witnessing Shigaraki this mad before. Usually, he was calm and quiet. “I quit my job. They weren’t paying good.”

He closed his eyes, letting the stress leave his body. “Listen closely.” He opened his red eyes which met yours. In that instant, he wasn’t sure what to say. He wanted to express how he felt but his feelings were too complicated and corrupted. “Like I said, I’m Tomura Shigaraki. The leader of the League of Villains.”

“Uh, yeah. You already told me.” He paused in perplexity, having the inability to speak or understand the situation. What did you mean you already knew? For the longest time, he thought you weren’t the brightest and he was okay with that. You began to laugh, trying to maintain it with a hand clasped on your mouth. “Did you really think I didn’t know? It was pretty obvious, Shigz. I just wanted to get to know you as you. Not how everyone sees you.”

He stood motionless feeling flabbergasted, allowing you to grab onto his arm. “I never asked you for your name.” If he never mentioned it, you’d had completely forgotten about it. “(Y/n).”

“(Y/n)” He trailed in a slight whisper, repeating after you. “Why don’t I take you on a proper date?”

With the biggest smile that warmed Shigaraki’s cold heart, you held him in closer.

“I would like that a lot.”

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[dadoroki]

Take You There

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Warning: slight mature content, sexual tension, dom shiggy, swearing

Summary: You were famously known for being a vicious villain, killing anyone and anything in your way. You caught the leader of the League of Villains attention, Tomura Shigaraki, who attempts to recruit you.

You stood there impatiently, hands tucked inside the pockets of your black trench coat. The man sitting himself on the stool, Shigaraki, eyed you up and down. He would never admit it but he found you extremely attractive. You loudly groaned and crossed your arms, refusing to take the awkward tension any further. Walking in the freezing rain was not something you enjoyed, especially when it just led to this.

Shigaraki reached beside him, grabbing his newspaper with three fingers and a thumb, tossing it infront of your feet. “So you’re the notorious, (y/n). You really keep yourself busy on the streets.”

Hearing that sharp insult hit a nerve in your body, developing a sudden urge to kill him right then and there. Shigaraki pushed himself off of his seat with low shoulders, slowly dragging himself towards you. “That is by all means, killing numerous heroes and civilians.” You bit your bottom lip, holding back any inner feelings and strictly forcing a business approach. “What’s your call, Shigaraki?”

He glanced profoundly at you, an attempt to read you before speaking. “I want you to join me. I want you to stand by me as I show everyone how flawed heroes really are in society.” You scoffed with a dark chuckle, shaking your head before meeting his gaze. He brought you all the way here just to use you. “I don’t give a damn about heroes. Honestly, I don’t give a damn about anyone.”

In a flash, you swiftly pushed yourself onto Shigaraki, forcing him to fall back on the ground. You straddled him with your hands locked on his wrists. He was caught by surprise at your quickness, as it was not written down in your portfolio. He couldn’t complain though. The view of you being on top of him left him nothing but satisfaction. “And I certainly don’t give two fucks about you.”

He felt the burns of his bones and veins gradually increase, paralyzed and unable to move. You lowered yourself closer to him, strands of your hair hanging above the sides of his face. “The longer we stay like this, the faster your bones will perish and your veins will burst. You’ll die in a matter of seconds.”

Shigaraki quietly cursed at you, trying to move his hands but failing. You wanted to make a mockery out of him, making a move to remove the deceased hand that covered his face. His left hand suddenly gripped onto your wrist before you could proceed any further, pinky finger lifted. Shock was going through your body, surprised by the fact that he could withstand your quirk. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” You sat on his torso immobilized, jolting yourself deeper into him as he rested his other hand on your thigh.

With his right hand, he trailed his fingers, excluding his index, back and forth on your exposed skin. The skin to skin contact instantly turned you on, craving for more. “Your quirk is powerful indeed but what do you think would happen if I lowered my last finger?” He teased his index finger, lowering it down and bringing it back up.

Snapping out of your trance, you jumped off of him and kept a fine distance. You waited for him to get up, taking the time to readjusting your coat and skirt. His stare was still onto you, rather your body and the tightness of your clothes. “If you ever change your mind (y/n), you know where to find me.” The smirk was evident, even with the hand hiding his face you could clearly see it. Clicking your tongue, you turned your heels and walked out the door.

Your kill count drastically grew as time went on which made you a wanted target. Everyone was well aware of who you were now and what you looked like. Your face was being plastered from wall to wall. It was getting too dangerous for you and you knew your solo days would come to a stop soon. You needed protection. To keep on doing what you were doing without the risk of dying. You needed Tomura Shigaraki. Rather, you needed to manipulate him into helping you.

So here you were, sitting infront of Shigaraki with a pile of cards in your hand. He shuffled his cards, placing down a 3. “I knew you’d come back.” You stared at your cards and placed down a 6. He followed with a 7. “Come to finally join the league?” Shaking your head, you put down a 9. “I came to help you temporarily but I want something in return.” He quirked a brow and set down his cards, interlocking his fingers with both pinky’s raised. “And what’s that?” You smirked, raising your unrevealed card and placing it on your tongue. “You.”

You flipped it over and put it in the center deck, revealing your queen card. He smirked behind his covered face, tilting his head to the side. Without the need to check, he picked a card from his pile and raised it with two fingers, flipping over a king card. “What’s a queen without her king?” Resting your head low with a slight smirk, you rose up and flung the table to the side. Shigaraki sat amused as you towered over him. “Still a queen, only more powerful.” He stood up, forcing you to take a few steps back to give him personal space. He eyed you and scratched his neck. “You’re nothing but a sorry joke, looking for me to help you. Admit it, you’re weak and you need me.”

That was the last straw. Shigaraki was cut off by a harsh slap to the face. He kept his low gaze on the ground, trying to calm himself down. If he saw the the hand from his face laying on the ground, he wouldn’t hesitate to execute you in the most brutal way possible. Stepping closer to him, you found your lost confidence. “I don’t need a fucking man to play my king. I need soldiers. You’re nothing but a manchild who can’t get over his family. Face it, they’re dead and they’re never coming back so stop playing dress up with them.”

You turned to leave, only to be aggressively grabbed by the neck with your back pushed against Shigaraki’s chest. He kept his middle finger dangerously close to your skin, fighting against his will to lower it. “Who do you think you’re talking to? You might want to think twice before defying me.”

He walked towards the bar counter, dragging you with him and slamming you face first onto the hard wooden surface. “I can easily kill you right now and trust me-” He released his tight hold from the back of your neck and moved it onto your silky hair. Grabbing a chunk of it with his pinky raised, he violently pulled you up, forcing you to arch your back and press your ass back against his lower region. “I really want to.”

The position was painful and made your body ache. However, you still wanted to test the waters. “Then do it.” Your voice was cracking due to the lack of air flow. “Show me how heartless you really are and kill me.” A few seconds of debating passed and he shoved you back down to the cold counter, deciding to spare you alive.

Shigaraki lowered himself closer to you, his chest right on top of your back. He was challenging you. Putting you through a pressure test, a factor of fear. You were well aware of that. “I find it funny how everybody fears you and here you are right under me.” He rested three fingers and a thumb from both hands onto yours, slowly trailing his way up to your shoulders.

His warm breath caressed the side of your face, causing you to hold in your’s. He was far too close for your liking and his clothed bulge lined up perfectly with your covered entrance. You tried to focus on his words, rather than your deep desires calling for you. “You think you’re crazy? You wanna see crazy? Well, sweetheart-”

The sharp sting on your shoulders took your attention away from him. His last fingers were barely touching you and you watched your skin slowly start to decay. A menacing smirk was plastered on his face, satisfied with the marks he made on you. Shigaraki had the face of a psychopath and you couldn’t help but feel scared for the first time.

“I can take you there.”

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[dadoroki]

Youngblood

Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Warning: swearing, arranged dating/marriage, fluff, uni students

Summary: Shoto was an attractive man who could get anyone he wanted, which so happens to be you. However, he wanted you for a different reason. A reason you somehow agreed upon.

If there was one thing you hated, it would be entitled people. Someone who believed they were better than others. Someone who believed they deserved special treatment. Someone who always got it their way. And that was exactly what Shoto Todoroki was.

Shoto Todoroki. By far, the most self-centered, narcissistic asshole. He always treated people as if they were all below him. To be fair, he was raised in an extremely wealthy and famous family, thanks to his dad. You didn’t understand why girls liked him, desperate to gain at least a second of his attention. A bunch of simps, you would say.

Tapping the tip of your pencil on the desk, you rolled your eyes watching your classmates gawk at Shoto for doing absolutely nothing. You had to give it to him though. Shoto was phenomenally talented for being the most unexciting thing to look at, yet here he was gaining everyone’s attention. All he ever did was stand, eat, stand, write, stand, sit, and all the girls would go flying. He may be a quiet person but when he opens that irritating mouth, the dickhead in him comes out real quick.

The bell rung and it was difficult to leave, having to shove your way through the zombified bodies. Leaving the building that was like a prison felt amazing until you realized you forgot your textbook. Groaning, you swing yourself back around, walking towards the dreadful area. The school had cleared out and you were the only one visibly there. Turning the corner, you were met with a hard surface. You clutched your nose, squeezing your eyes shut in pain. “What the fuck. You almost broke my nose.”

Shoto gave you a blank stern look, hands tucked into the pockets of his black pants. He definitely looked like he didn’t care, judging by his body language and lack of sympathy. “It already looked broken to begin with.” Before you could even think of a comeback, you heard a loud voice behind him.

“And who is this, Shoto?”

The number one pro hero now stood beside him, hand placed on his son’s shoulder. It was quickly shoved off, followed by a loud clear of his throat. Shoto was in deep thought, before answering his father.

“This is my girlfriend, (y/n).”

His what? Did you hear that correctly? You eyed Shoto with pure confusion. He only gave you the same blank stare he’d give anyone, except with a tiny hint of plead. You brushed it off and played into it, nodding your head with a cheerful smile.

“Is that so?”

The intimidating man eyed you up and down, before nodding and giving you a smile. He gave his son a tight side hug, Shoto being clearly uncomfortable by it. “I’m so proud of you, Shoto. You finally decided to find a girl yourself.” He turned his attention away from his son and towards you. “I hope your quirk is powerful so the Todoroki generation can grow-”

On second thought, nevermind. No way would you carry Shoto’s children, especially not if they’ll turn out like him. You opened your mouth to speak, interrupted by a hand smacking on top of it. Shoto grabbed your hand, waving his dad off and dragging you to the nearest corner. Once he made sure his dad was out of sight, he turned back to you.

“Look, I can explain.”

“You better explain. What the hell is he talking about? Are you planning on impregnating me?”

A million questions shot at him at once, the both of you feeling hugely overwhelmed. Shoto grew frustrated at your constant questions and bickering. “Okay, shut up. Look, it was either you or one of the other crazy girls and I’m not looking forward to that. If I didn’t choose now, I would be forced to marry someone I didn’t want. But I got a plan.” He waved his hands, expressing every word that came out of his mouth.

The vexed stare you gave made him feel uneasy. You waited for him to speak. Once he realized you were all ears, he continued. “My family and I are staying at our cottage for a week. If you pretend to be my girlfriend for who knows how long, I’ll help pay your tuition.” Is this fool serious? There was no way in hell that you would do this.

Shoto placed the last luggage in the SUV, waiting no longer to catch his breath. Change of plans, you eventually ended up agreeing. Who could resist such an offer?

“I said were going on a week trip. You’re acting like your moving in.”

The heat from the sun was too hefty, only a small trace of a light breeze. You fanned yourself with the rolled up magazine then whacked it on his back. “I mean in the situation we’re in, I practically am.” Shoto was done with you as you could tell by his expression, making his way towards Natsuo. Earlier, you met his two siblings and you were surprised on how kind they were.

You climbed your way into the window seat, plopping yourself down and feeling the cool air hit your skin. You opened your eyes, noticing Shoto’s mom glancing at you from the rear seat view mirror. This was the first time you were meeting her and you were making a fool out of yourself. Feeling embarrassed, you awkwardly laughed. “Very hot out there, isn’t it?”

She only gave you one last look, returning her gaze back outside. Did having no expression run in the family? After a couple of minutes, everyone got in and the car started moving. Only 7 minutes passed and Shoto was already irritated by the closeness of your bodies. He discreetly shoved your arm that was next to his. “Move your arm, it’s blocking my blood circulation.”

The heat was already aggravating you, Shoto’s complaint only adding fuel to the fire. You purposely dropped your phone, reaching to grab it. Before you lifted yourself up, you made sure to ‘lightly’ elbow his groin. Shoto yelped in pain, catching Endevour’s attention off of the road and onto the ruckus. “What’s going on back there?”

You both simultaneously shook your head and spoke. “Nothing.” The rest of the car ride was quiet, Fuyumi and Natsuo pitching in conversations from time to time.

The sun had fallen down, car finally coming to a stop and you were met with the most beautiful view. Shoto getting out of the car, leaving your sight. Aside from that, a big wooden cottage, bright green grass, and a huge open lake. Everyone took their suitcases and made their way inside the house. You stopped in the hallway, unsure of where to place your belongings.

“You can stay with Shoto. Please plan your future’s wisely. Although it’d be happy to have a strong grandchild, I prefer for you two to wait until after university.” You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. As if on cue, Shoto laced his hand into yours, leading you to his room. He closed the door behind him, quickly releasing his grip on you. “Your hands are sweaty.”

Rolling your eyes, you let yourself fall on top of his bed. He gazed over at you with a questioned look, pointing at the white bean bag placed in the corner of his room. “What are you doing? Your bed’s over here.” You sat yourself up, facing him. “Are you crazy? I’m not sleeping on that small thing!”

“Well, I’m paying your tuition, aren’t I?”

“And I’m doing you the favour, arent I?”

Shoto closed his mouth in defeat. You scooted yourself to the other side, making room for him. Grabbing an extra pillow, he laid it between you two and awkwardly climbed onto the bed.

The sleep wasn’t as bad as you thought it’d be. The only thing you could complain about was his obnoxiously loud snores. The next morning, you and the Todoroki’s planned on going fishing by the lake.

You stood beside a calm Shoto, impatiently waiting for a fish to take your bait. You tapped your foot with annoyance, letting out a groan and dropping your rod. Shoto shook his head and smirked at you, a fish finally on his hook. “Let me show you how a real boyfriend does it.”

Shoto lifted the rod back up in the air and lowered it back down, spinning the reel. He repeated this until the fish was now in his hands. The Todoroki’s praised him, mostly Endeavour. You scoffed and picked up your rod, but only this time, you attached the hook onto the back collar of Shoto’s shirt. You acted as if you were waiting before you shouted that you got something. You copied Shoto’s previous steps, catching him by surprise as he felt himself jerk back suddenly. Everyone laughed and you turned around, making eye contact with a smiling Rei. You felt accomplished for making her expressive for once.

The dinner prepping was tiresome. Rei was setting up the fish while you and Fuyumi were cutting up vegetables. You pushed your hair away from your face with your forearm, only for it to fall back in place. You glanced at Shoto who was reading whatever was on his phone. “Shoto! Would you be a dear and push away my hair?” You sang in a medieval tone.

He sighed and placed his phone on the table, heading towards you. He placed his hand above the loose strand of hair, taking notice of your features. He never really noticed exactly how pretty you were up until now, being this up close to you. His eyes softened and travelled from each feature, quickly gaining back consciousness. He scruffled your hair as an attempt to annoy you, which it did. Shoto laughed, ignoring your angry scolds. Rei smiled to herself, turning off the faucet and drying her hands.

“I’m going to my room. Call me when dinner’s ready.” You and Shoto were too busy bickering, Fuyumi giving her mom a thumbs up.

Dinner was finally ready and you ran up the stairs to get Shoto’s mom. Her door was slightly opened, the light from her room paving it’s way through the darkness of the hall. You creaked open the door, seeing Rei holding a silver hair pin in her hands. She glanced up at you and pat the empty seat beside her, sending you a bright smile.

“Come sit with me for a quick minute, (y/n). I actually wanted to see you.”

You walked towards the empty spot on the bed, sitting down beside her. Rei danced her fingers along the jewels of the pin before speaking.

“In the Todoroki family, it’s a tradition for the moms to pass down immortal items to their daughters. Fuyumi already has one just like this.”

Rei turned to you, holding your hand.

“I want to thank you for being there for Shoto. I know he’s a stubborn boy but he’s got a kind heart. This family is a bit broken, but we’re still strong. When he first told me about you, I thought you were just a fantasy.”

Your ears perked up at the mention of you, curious to know more.

“He’d describe how smart you were in school or how you weren’t materialistic like the other girls. When I was in the hospital, he’d always visit and talk about you the whole entire day. He loves you a lot (y/n) and I couldn’t be anymore happier to have you apart of this family.”

You were shocked, unable to say or do anything. Rei released your hand and placed the silver hair pin on it, gently closing it with hers.

“Even though you aren’t mine by blood, I’ll always see you as my own daughter.”

Shoto stayed up later than the others, having the responsibility to be on dishes. After he was done, he quietly made his way upstairs to his room. You were deep asleep and Shoto couldn’t help but smile. He readjusted the barrier pillow and laid beside you, almost ready to sleep before something caught his eyes. He lifted his head up, seeing the recognizable silver hair pin laying on the nightstand.

Yesterday’s events kept replaying in your head. You rested your forearm on your forehead, laying on your shared bed with a still asleep Shoto. You glanced at the clock, reading 8 am. You sighed and pushed yourself up, heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth then downstairs towards the porch. You sat outside on the steps, resting your eyes while the cold morning breeze hit you. It was like that for a good 10 minutes before a nudge on your back interrupted your peace, now opened eyes turning to see a half awakened Shoto. He sat beside you with a coffee in hand. After a peaceful silence, he spoke up with a soft voice.

“My mom doesn’t like talking to people outside of us so I’m surprised she talked to you.”

You sat quietly, unable to think of a response. How did he know you talked to her? Did he hear any of the conversation?

“What did she talk about?”

You played with your fingers, feeling anxious and under pressure. You weren’t sure if you should tell him all or nothing. “We just talked about the family and she gave me a hair pin.”

He nodded, looking down at his cup of coffee in relief.

“And something else.”

Shoto gazed at you, waiting for you to go on. You took a deep breath in before continuing.

“She told me that you used to talk about me when you visited her.”

The atmosphere grew tense. He froze, refusing to look at you. He gave up and thought it would be best to let his pride down. Shoto placed the mug beside him, leaning on the wooden railing.

“Ever since we started university, you always caught my eyes. You never acted like the other girls and you kept true to me and yourself. I’m not the best at expressing my feelings so i’m sorry if this is a little confusing.”

The news came piling down on you like a ton of bricks. You never knew Shoto felt this way and to hear it from him was mind blowing. You always found him attractive but you also denied any feelings towards him. He spun his head to face you, leaning in closer.

“The truth is, I really like you, (y/n). And you don’t have to like me back, I just needed to let it out and let you know. If you feel uncomfortable, we can stop this fake relationship.”

You wasted no time, crashing your lips onto Shoto’s. He flinched at your sudden move, eventually slowly relaxing into the kiss. His hand caressed you cheek, the other pulling you in closer. Your lips danced under the morning sun and for a split second, you forgot what time of day it was. It didn’t matter at this moment when you had Shoto. You pulled back for air and before you could dive back in, a voice cleared behind you.

“Uh, when you guys are ready, there’s pancakes. They’re really good.”

Natsuo stood awkwardly by the door with a plate of pancakes. He scrunched his nose in disgust, shutting the front door behind him. Shoto smiled, pulling away to his side of the stairs.

“So, do you still want to fake date or make it official?”

You interlocked your fingers with his, pulling him towards you so that he could lay on your lap. Playing with his soft hair, you didn’t even think twice.

“Lets make it official.”

You placed one last kiss on his forehead, both getting up to dust yourselves off and heading inside for breakfast.

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[dadoroki]

The emo rich kid and the hard-headed delinquent both decide to meet you at the cafe, only to be met with eachother before your arrival. Who will you choose?

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[dadoroki]

Too Far Gone

Pyscho!Dabi x Reader

Warnings: possessive, obsessive, cursing, sociopath au, pyschopath au.

Summary: You caught the mysterious man’s attention at the bar you worked at. He wanted to get to know you. He spent his days with you and gradually, his affection grew into something so menacing.

Slowly, I become lost in my own sanity.

How far could you go before you lose control?

When you grow up in a broken home, you start to feel broken yourself.

Dabi walked, shoulders back, yet eyes frequently struggling to stay open. He felt the life being drained out of him.

During an attack scheme, he met eyes with the red and white haired teen. The little brother he grew up with was now much older. Shoto couldn’t even recognize him, shooting a permanent pain to his chest. He hated Endevour for taking away his childhood. The potential for a great and joyful future.

A wave of depression hits him. Perhaps that's the emotional optimum in this shallow society. Even hero’s have dark secrets locked away from the spotlight of their supporters. And Dabi was the witness.

The bar was always his go-to place when he felt lost in thought. He shields his face with the hoodie on his sweater. Dabi was one of the most wanted villains so he was always forced to avoid attention.

He lowly watches his feet take steady steps across the wooden tiles, covering his face. Everyone naturally assumed he was a quiet person. He slumped on his usual stool and adjusted his hoodie, not bothering to look up.

“The usual.”

A soft voice replied to him, catching him off guard.

“Um, what’s your usual?”

He glances up, meeting a pair of eyes he had never seen before. She must be new. The way she held the glass was awkward, soft silky hair tied back, eyes glowing as the light above hovered over them.

“Make me your recommendation.”

You nod your head with a smile. Dabi watches as you pour a half ounce of lemon juice, a half ounce of blackberry syrup, and one ounce and a half of tequila into a glass cup. You filled it with ice and capped it, putting the concoction up to your ear and shaking it. You uncapped it, pouring the pink hue liquid into a smaller glass and serving it to him.

Dabi took a sip of the blackberry cocktail, the addictive sensation flowing through his tastebuds. He wasn’t sure if it was because it was good or if it was because it was made by you. He looked up, only to see you were gone helping another customer.

Dabi slouched back into his seat on the park bench. There was nobody around so it was safe to relax. He closed his eyes, remembering your first encounter and how you were effortlessly stunning.

“Fancy seeing you here, stranger.”

He opened his eyes, his blurry vision trying to focus on your figure. He rapidly blinked, trying to clear his vision and hoping his eyes weren’t deceiving him. But here you were, eyes now clear and set on you.

You giggle and take the unoccupied seat next to him. “Were you waiting for me?” You smirk at his blushed reaction and wait for a response.

“Yeah, actually. I wanted to get to know you and I didn’t know if I’d actually see you again.”

You rest your eyes and study the sky.

“I mean I work at the bar. I wouldn’t get paid if I decided to lay off.”

Dabi internally face palmed, asking himself why he’d ask such a dull question. You let out a laugh that he could only describe as music to his ears. You extended your hand to him.

“(Y/n).”

He gladly took it, never wanting to let go.

“Dabi.”

After that affair, you both spent most of your days together. He would constantly surprise you at work, go on romantic dates, and stay at each other’s places, sometimes ending up heated. He will never forget your beautiful bare body on top of his, pressing slow kissing around his neck.

You were mesmerizing. Dabi never met someone like you before. He felt loved and less lonely. He never had worry about being alone anymore now that you were with him.

You laid on your messy bed, ready to sleep away your exhaustion. Before trailing off into a deep sleep, your phone decided to alert you of a notification. You groaned, rolling over to your phone to see it was a text from your boyfriend.

It read “can you meet me rn? I miss you.”

You smiled reading the text. This man just came to visit you earlier in the day and he still wanted more. You quickly text him back, asking for the location.

You cautiously eye the abandoned house. This was definitely not what you were expecting. Yes, you and your boyfriend liked trying new things. New places. But this was far beyond a no from you. Ignoring your instincts, you slid open the broken down door and made your way inside.

“Babe?”, you called out but nothing in response.

“Babe, if this is one of your sick roleplaying jokes, I’m done. I don’t like this.”

You suddenly tripped and landed very harshly on the ground. You groan and rubbed your knees, looking down to see one of the flooring tiles popped up.

You kneel infront of the tile, pushing it back into it’s place. It didn’t budge. You huffed impatiently, pulling it up from it’s place and to your surprise, you found the hole filled with items. Curiosity got the best of you as you dug around. You picked up a worn out book and opened the pages. How cute you thought. It was a diary with neat cursive writing, a long journal detailing a profound love. You flip the pages in awe, until you stop with a horrified expression.

Unaware photos of you being taken, some even provocative. Photos taken outside your house. A strong detailed bibliography about you with some information that nobody even knew. A piece of your hair cut out and taped on a page. You close the book shut, afraid to go any further. You look to see what else was in the hole, those consist of being your belongings. A bright sparkle caught your eye and you went to pick up the item to see it was a bracelet your ex had given you.

You jump back, hearing a harsh knock on the doorframe. You glance at the bright blue eyes piercing into yours.

“Oh, hey.”

Dabi’s eyes travel from the item-filled hole back to you.

“What are you doing?”

You jolt up, dusting yourself off and making your way to the exit. “I was just leaving.”

You felt his hand grab the nape of your shirt, pulling you down to the ground. Sharp splinters punctured itself under your body.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know-”

Dabi only shook his head in return. He eyes you pathetically, as tears began welling in your eyes.

“Who was the guy, (y/n)?”

It’s true. When Dabi came by for his regular visits, he was only met with you flirting with another guy who was not him. You were way too close to the tipsy man and even placed a kiss on his lips.

Wait, how did he know your name. You never met this guy before. Your eyes wander to his occupied hand, gripping a smartphone. Your boyfriends smartphone. You observe the man’s features, taking it all in and trying to retrace where you had seen him before.

And then you remembered. This guy was the guy from the bar you worked at. He always covered his face but you distinctively remember his it. All those scars and staples. He was always to himself, always sitting alone ordering his usual.

Your mouth began to tremble, body poisoned in petrified fear. Dabi started to amble his way towards you. With every step he took, you crawled backwards.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”, you scream, releasing all your pent up anger and confusion.

Afraid.

That was the only emotion you were feeling at this moment.

A tsk escapes his mouth, truly hurt by your words. He tries to maintain his composure, keeping silent. He didn’t want to hurt you. To have to use his quirk on you.

“Yo-you’re fucking crazy!”

If he can’t have you, no one can.

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[dadoroki]

Subject 04

Katsuki Bakugou x Robot! Reader

Summary: You were All For One’s successful creation, Subject 04. You were to obey your master’s order of capturing Bakugou, and that only.

“Forget his evil ways and learn to love us.”

Your lifeless eyes scan the area. Two pro heroes guarding the UA dorm three minutes away and five students about eight minutes. You close your eyes, hacking into the security system and completely shutting everything down.

“Now.”

You watch as your associates rush into action, invading the building. You slowly permit yourself into the chaos and inspect your surroundings, locating your target. You let your technological eyes guide you as your pupils follow every given direction like a gps.

Stopping infront of a locked door, you let your right hand rest on it’s frame before observing it crumble into bits of pieces. Other than the interior, the room was fully empty, no trace of what you were looking for. A strong blazing force propels you across the room. You push your collapsed body up off of the ground, facing the mischievous blonde who wore a permanent smirk.

“Hah, so this is who they sent to capture me? How weak!”

He took a few steps towards you, his explosive hands increasing with energy. You take the time to read his computerized stats that exhibits itself before you.

Katsuki Bakugou. Quirk: Explosion. IQ: 122.

“C’mon, princess. Show me what you got.”

He released an unbelievable amount of explosion, a loud violent outburst making it’s way towards you. You did nothing but watch. The explosion reached you and Bakugou watched as you and your surroundings went up in flames. He thought he got rid of you.

A mortified expression plasters itself onto his face as he watched your body arise through the flames in front of him, the whole left side of your features completely demolished. Besides that, you were left untouched. You were far more superior than any other one of All For One’s other creations. You tauntingly walk in his direction before pinning him against the wall with a tight grip on his neck. He desperately gasps for air but you show him no remorse.

Flashing lights. Flashing lights strikes past your mind. Distorted memories of a dark lab. Insignificant rouge numbers and words follow along with it.

You clutch the temples of your forehead with immense pain, falling onto your knees. How? You were constructed to feel no pain. Your eyes shot back up at the man whom you were supposed to seize but you were met with a vacant wall. With a hand placed on the wall using it as support, you lift yourself up.

“Subject 04.”

You hear Shigaraki’s voice call out to you, legs automatically complying at the sound of your master’s command. You made your way into the foyer as other students were held defenseless, watching Dabi secure his hold on Bakugou. One by one, you enter the purple mist that teleported you back to the lounge.

Bakugou sat bond by restraints. His eyes began to wander past every villain before stopping infront of you. He smirked with satisfaction.

“What happened to you, princess? Oh, did I do that?”

You stood there with your now bandaged eye, unfazed by his taunts. Shigaraki continued with his reasonings on why the aggressive blonde was fit to join the Leavue of Villains but Bakugou’s glare never left you. In fact, it only grew more intense amidst rage. He clenched his jaw with a low growl.

After countless amounts of failed attempts, you all decide to call it a day and take a rest. But you couldn’t. No, you weren’t operated for that. You sat ahead of the lounge’s bar watching over an exhausted Bakugou, eyes fixated on the ground.

You sense the strange feeling of a pang in your chest. It was undescribable but you figure it’s just a system malfunction. You start absorbing Bakugou’s feautures. His spiked blonde hair, his red angry eyes that turned soft, his now relaxed mesmorphic body. He was fascinating.

You prop yourself off of the stool, making your way towards him. Your feet were now infront of Bakugou, causing him to look up. Suddenly, his face contoured with irritation when he realized it was you.

“What, you can’t get enough of me?! Want some more?! I won’t hesitate to blast your ass again!”

You said nothing, only offering a cold blank stare in return. You reach for his restraints, deteriorating the material. You don’t know why you were doing this. Nobody was controlling you but it felt right. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion but swiftly got up and clutched the front of your thin black material.

“Is this some kind of sick joke?”

Your emotionless expression returned, undaunted by his foreseen action. Although, you couldn’t help but feel a twitch in your stomach with the closeness of your faces.

“Go....Leave.”

His look softened, the grip on your shirt loosening as he let you go. He opened his mouth to say something but immediately closed it. You watch as he made his way to the exit, the sound of the door being close shut.

You don’t know why you did it but you knew it was what you wanted to do.

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Aizawa’s done with their shit

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[dadoroki]

When she told you she wasn’t all might’s secret love child but it turns out she was

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Partners In Crime

Keigo Takami x Reader

Warning: fluff for my chicken, flirty boi

Summary: You and Hawks were assigned partners, a crime-fighting duo. Both devoting your skills and knowledge to protect society. However, it’s hard when your other half continuously flirts with you.

You were reading the most engrossing part of the romantic novel before hearing your phone vibrate. Placing a bookmark on the page you left off on, you tuck the thick book back into your dark stand. You grab your phone, opening the video message.

Hawks pointed the camera directly to his face with an endearing little grin.

“Hey, short-stuff.”

You hated the given nickname. You weren’t even that much shorter than him.

“So, I was thinking...” He paused shuffling the camera then turning it to face three dress shirts laying on his bed.

“I wanna wear the wine one but the black one is callin’ out to me... it’s a no for the blue one. I don’t know, what colour are you gonna wear?”

You playfully roll your eyes. Instead, you click on his contact number and placed the phone beside your ear. It only took one ring for him to pick up.

“Well hello, tiny. Seeing your name pop up on my phone makes me feel super special, y’know.”

You hear his flirty tone, making you pretend to gag. “Too bad I can’t say the same.”

He hummed in response, ignoring your comment and eyeing his neatly folded shirts back and forth.

“Ah, it’s so good to hear your voice. Anyways, which colour are you wearing to the hero banquet?”

You pause for a moment, unsure what you were going to wear tonight. You lean on your right arm for support and took a peak in your open closet. The first thing you spot was a cherry low cut dress hanging in your closet. “Red.” Yeah, you definitely weren’t going to wear that one.

“Ooh, very sexy. I’ll wear my wine one to match.”

Hawks was always flirting with you. Whenever he saw an open opportunity, he’d always take it. You’ve only known the man for a few weeks and he was already all up in your space.

The blazing sun shone through the trees and bathed the buildings in it’s warm light. Entering the cafe, you scan your eyes looking for big red wings. You felt a pair of clothed hands hovering your vision.

“Guess who?”

You pinch your chin with your index finger and your thumb, pretending to think.

“Man, I’m not sure. Maybe if I elbow the groin, I can run away from this hostage situation.”

The hands swiftly removed itself from you. You turn around, seeing the birdboy cringe and covering his region.

“Hey, only hands allowed.”

His finger followed his movements as he shook his head. You slightly smirk and pretend to smack him. Chuckling, Hawks swings his arm around you and guides you towards your reserved table. You both are seated and he initiates conversation.

“So, would you consider this a date?”

You choke on your food, earning a low laugh from Hawks. Your fingers reach for the napkin beside your nearly empty plate, picking it up to wipe your lips.

“I don’t recall this ever being a date.”

You watch as the man dramatically pout, taking the straw of his beverage between his two fingers and whirling it.

“Awh c’mon, (y/n). You’re single, I’m single. We’re coincidentally having lunch together...”

He accidentally flicks his fingers, causing the straw to jolt up hitting your face. He gave you a yikes expression. Eyes wide open, lips pursed as one side droops down. You squint your eyes shut and hiss at the sting, rubbing the drips of coffee out of your sight with a clenched fist.

“Do you really think it’s professional to date your few weeks collegue?”

Silence filled the table.

“Is that a trick question?”

You sigh in hopelessness as he continues to come up with an answer. How did you even get stuck with him? Why couldn’t you get Best Jeanist or Miruko instead? How long can this guy talk for, sheesh?

“A rhetorical one perhaps.”

The sound of Hawks’s earpiece catches both of you off guard. You stare at him with full focus, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation. He nodded and ended the call, getting up and slipping on his jacket.

“Looks like our date was cut short.”

About to reply to his prevaricational comment, he interrupts you with a kiss on your head. Your cheeks blush red at his unexpected action.

“Save me a dance.”

Hawks winks at you before taking off. You watch him take wing with each defined feather through the glass window. You simply rest your head on your hand with your forefinger on your cheekbone. The memory flashed over and over again.

Drawn-out minutes go by, a sudden call ringing in your pocket. You look at the caller id, seeing it’s your boss. You pick up the phone, listening to the man speak. He explains the situation to you and how Hawks was in critical damage, asking for your assistance. Others would be coming shortly but you being around the area made you a quick responder.

You enter the chaotic battlefield. A few pro heroes had already found their way into the fight, taking turns attacking the villain. You examine the area, looking for Hawks. From afar, you could spot his heavily damaged figure lying on the ground. You quickly made your way over to him, squatting down and pulling his upper body on top of your lap.

You shake his head, calling out his name. No response. You continued your attempt to wake up his unconcious body but failed. He was already gone. Defeated, you let your head fall forward and pulled him in closer.

You hear a soft giggle beneath you, causing you to glance at the man secretly trying to swipe away your fallen locks that tickled his face.

Even in bad times like this, Hawks always found a way to joke.

You roughly smack his arm, angered by his cruel humour. He winced in pain, mostly caused by his rib injury.

“Aah, I can’t b-breathe. N-need air. Quick, give me CPR.”

He drops his body, playing dead which only earned a stern look from you. You push him off of you, retreating away from him and back above him.

“Hawks, right now is not the time to joke.”

Hawks moved from his position, letting his cheek rest on his supported hand. The right side of his transparent eye gear was shattered. His right eye was swollen and parts of his face were temporarily bruised.

“What, am I not pretty anymore?”

You groan in annoyance at his sarcasm, waiting for medics to arrive. Once they did, a now stretchered Hawks was being strolled into the back of the ambulance.

You sat at the depressing banquet, swirling your wine around in circles. You recieved no update of Hawks’s injuries and it made you panic. The intense fight took place in the afternoon and it was now the night. You play with the delicate chains on your wrist, eyeing the cherry low cut you decided to wear as a last minute decision.

With a low sigh, you got up to leave the loud and chattery ceremony. You felt a warm hand on your naked shoulder stopping you from leaving.

“Leaving so early? If I remember clearly, you still owe me a dance.”

You spin around, almost slipping on your heels. Hawks stood ahead of you with a cast on his arm. Without even thinking, you pulled him into a tight embrace.

“Careful, I still got injured ribs, y’know. But I guess for you it’s an exception.”

You quickly pull away, embarrassed by your unintentional act. The floor was all of a sudden interesting, locking your gaze on it. Hawks extended his soft open hand to you.

“Well, (y/n). You ready for our dance?”

Your eyes travelled from his hand to his face, giving him a pure smile and filling his hand with yours. He led you to the floor, both of you dancing the night away.

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Where You Go, I Follow (2)

Dabi x Reader (F)

Summary: It’s been months since you last saw Dabi. The man who used to be by your side. The man who you betrayed all because of who you were, what you had to do. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. If your life hadn’t been full of regret after that.

Sequel to Where You Go, I Follow

You groaned as you felt another punch layed on your left cheek, feeling the bruise already kicking in. How much more of this can you take? Weren’t heroes supposed to protect everyone? Why weren’t you included? You sat up with your back straight, returning to your original position with your hands tied behind your back.

The man filled with the scent of toxic smoke chucked as he walked circles around you. He stopped infront of you, taking a whiff of his cigarette and exhaling it in your face. You scrunched your nose in disgust. His two brainless goons watched, as they stood infront of the entrance of the abandoned building. Well, there goes your exit. Your attention went back to the man who proceeded to tilt your chair back, forcing you to face him. He took one more hit from the cigarette before flicking it to the ground. His hand went to his back pocket, replacing his then empty hand with a blade. “You know, sweetheart....” He danced the sharp metal around your neck then to your bruised cheek.

“All you have to do is tell us where the damn League of Villains are but you just won’t seem to cooperate.”

You scoffed. “I don’t know where they are and neither do I care.” He took a long stare at your face before he stood up chuckling and letting your chair fall back into place. “Let me give you a bit of info for once.” He lowered himself returning to your level. “Those people you call damn heroes- they aren’t looking for you. As a matter of fact, they think your dead as of now.”

You wanted to retort back but deep down, you already knew he was right. They’d only work if there was a crowd to witness it. To spike up their popularity. Class was all these heroes cared for. The man went to talk to his two bodyguards and you took this opportunity to take the small razor from your back pocket. You silently watched them as you slowly started to cut the thick rope. After his conversation, he came back towards you. “Now, where were we?”

Before he had a chance to think, footsteps from a distance could be heard. You sat quietly observing the three frightened men. The steps were coming closer and closer but nobody seemed to be able to locate it. The man looked around him. Silence was the only thing evident for the next five seconds.

Three slow knocks.

They all faced the door before the leader motioned for his goons to guard it. As they came closer to the door, a huge blast of bright azure flames bursted in, causing a huge destruction and leaving the two men into nothing but ashes. You were quick to slash the rope, releasing your hands and swinging the chair at the leader’s head, replicating a baseball bat. He fell to the ground unconscious. You massaged your soar wrists and groaned in pain.

“Took you long enough, Dabi.”

The man ignored you, brushing off the ashes that found its way to his coat. Once he was sure everything was cleared, he made his way out the door. You clenched your jaw and stomped towards the rude silent figure.

“Dabi!”, you said with anger as you chased behind him, only to be ignored. “Hey, I’m talking to you!” He stopped and turned to you, cocking his head to the side. “What?”

You looked at him with clenched fist. “What? What do you mean, ‘what?’ I haven’t seen you in months and then you show up out of nowhere! I thought you were dead!”

“Yeah? Well you thought wrong then.”

You stood there incredulity. There was no way he was real. This is the first time in months since you’ve been this close to him. His facial and body feautures still perfect, as if he were left untouched. He noticed your silence.

“You think I don’t know you? I knew what you were doing the moment you put you fingers on my forehead. I knew what was going to happen next. You left me hurt, really. I told Twice to create a duplicate of me and that’s who you saw in the fight. Left for dead.” You still stood in silence, keeping minimal eye contact with him. “Don’t believe me, darling?” Dabi took your hand and raised it infront of his head.

“Come on. Lay your pretty little fingers down on me one more time.”

You pulled your hand back as your blinking became excessive. He lowered his hand. “I thought so.” He turned to walk away but you pulled his arm and crashed your body with his. You hid your face in his back as he stood there, stiff and unaware of what to do. “I’m sorry”, you whispered behind him. “I never told them. About your past.” Although your job was to give your agency all the details you learned of Dabi, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak about his past. You loved him too much.

He sighed and relaxed in your embrace. “I know.”

You both stood in that still position for a while before he spoke. “Join me.” You raised your head along with an eyebrow. He turned around to face you, holding onto your arms. “Stay with me. If not for the League of Villains, then for me. You know I’d do anything for you and you wouldn’t have to live your life in restricted chains anymore. You can finally live free.” Freedom was all you ever wanted. You stood there but without any hesitation, you had your answer.

“Okay.”

You knew it was wrong. Dabi was a villain after all. But today, where were the heroes who swore to protect you? Your hero was a man who was labelled as a “villain” and yet, he was the only one who saved you. You sat on the couch located in the League of Villain’s hideout, watching the news beside Dabi who was only half-watching. The news displayed your face and announced your sudden death. You scoffed. This was the reason for your turning point. Society’s moto was nothing but a joke. The people you were supposed to look up to were a joke.

You changed. Your appearance changed, your demeanour changed, your love for Dabi changed. It had grown into something even stronger than it was ever before. You watched as your lover burned every last hero in the alleyway. Those heroes claiming that they stand for justice. He finished his assault, walking back towards you and placing a gentle kiss on your soft lips. Dabi pulled back and held your hand whispering a “lets go”. You remebered this alleyway. You thought back to the time where it all happened. Where it all began. You remebered his words clearly that day but you also remebered yours.

“Well, then. So where you go, I follow.”

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You Are My Soulmate

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Warning: Fluff, food fight, frenemies to lovers idk

Summary: Imagine being stuck by a single thread connecting you to an angry gremlin. Despite your “hatred” for one another, you both agreed to destroy the one thing connecting you two together.

Heavily inspired by a Bts Friends anamatic!

You, Izuku, and Katsuki used to be the best of childhood friends. Just the three of you playing outside the park after school. However, when you got too close to Izuku, young Katsuki would always feel the pang of jealousy, dragging you by the hand to another area of the park.

“C’mon (y/n), you don’t wanna be with that quirkless loser!”

You knew the two boys had a weird friendship but brushed it off. You turned and motioned a sad Izuku to follow, the frown quickly turning into a smile as he ran to catch up with the two of you.

Middle school was where it all started to change. Izuku and Katsuki’s relationship began to spiral into something more toxic. At this age, you were capable of seeing the wrongs of Katsuki, voicing your opinions to him only to be ignored. As the people around you started developing and strengthening their quirks, it was then people started comparing eachother to see which were more powerful. Katsuki wanted to be the best. To be better than everyone else. To become the number 1 hero.

“I dunno, dude. Bakugou’s explosions are strong but have you seen (y/n)’s telekinesis?”

When he heard others comparing your quirk to his, arguing who was stronger, that’s when it all changed. His care towards you turned into anger, turned to jealousy, turned to hatred. He didn’t see you as the girl he had a slight crush on. No. To him, you were now competition. An obstacle that was in his way. He started to ignore your calls and spent less time with you. You were a bit hurt but knew it was the best for you, sticking by the green-haired teen. After middle school, the three of you applied and got accepted to UA.

“Oi, magician! You’re in my damn line of sight! Do a magic trick and move!”

Through the busy caf, you turn to see the angry blonde glaring at you with an embarrassed Kirishima giving you an apologetic look. You fully faced him with a hand on your hip. “Then close your frickin’ eyes. Nobody wants to see creepy eyes staring at them. Especially not yours.” That made the man turn red with full anger.

“HUH, WHAT DID YOU SAY?! I CAN KILL YOU ON THE SPOT RIGHT NOW!”

You turned around ignoring the angry calls followed by Kirishima and his friends attempting to calm him down. “You might just end up killing yourself by a heart attack, don’t cha’ think?” That only fuelled the man even more. “I don’t even know how you got accepted! You’re useless just like your quirk! Just like that quirkless Deku”, he shouts as he tries to instigate the situation, to which he succeeds. You whirled your head around, hair flowing as it follows your head movement. You raised your hand, Bakugou’s lunch raising up with it. Full force, you pushed forwards and the food makes a strong impact towards his face. Gasps were heard and it was the one time you heard silence from the gremlin. “Hm, that’s interesting. Did you just get a haircut?”

The man slammed his fist on the table, furiously wiping away the dripping food off his face. “SO THAT’S HOW YOU WANNA PLAY?! WELL I HAVE ALL DAY, IDIOT!” He exploded whatever food was left on the table, quickly swipping it all towards you. Chaos began as others joined in too. You and Bakugou exchanged food blows, both full of dirty clothes.

Bakugou had enough, aiming his explosive hand towards you before the both of you were being dragged by a cloth-like equipment. You were both faced by an angry Mr. Aizawa. You chuckled nervously. “Oh, hey sir. Um..a food fight only consist of food and...” You motioned towards the material only earning a harder stare. “Both of you to the principal’s office. Now!” Bakugou scoffed as he pushed off the tangled cloth.

“Next time, work on your aim, you freak. You hit purple balls majority of the time.” Bakugou said as he rolled his eyes and headed towards the office. You caught up beside him with a smirk.

“No, that was intentional.”

It’s been a week since the food fight. That day, Bakugou only had 3 days of punishment while you had 4. The morning sun flashed through the crack of your dorm room curtain, waking you up. You sighed and got off your bed, heading towards the kitchen. Laying on the counter was a single bag of cinnamon twists. You reached to grab it, only for the other side to be matched with a tug.

“Oi, you freak! Let go, it’s mine!”

You furrowed your eyebrows, pulling on your side of the bag. “Don’t care. I saw it first.” You saw the famous colour of red flush his face and swore you saw smoke coming out of his ears. “ARE YOU STUPID?! I SAW IT FIRST!” After multiple tugs and pulls, the bag broke with all the cinnamon twists falling to the ground, the both of you being left with the small corners of the bag. You both stared at the ground in disbelief. Pointing at eachother ready to cast the blame on one another, you noticed a red string wrapped around the tips of both your fingers, connecting you two. Bakugou’s eyes darted the thin string.

“Hey, what the hell? Get off of me!”

“Get off of you?! Why don’t you get off of me?!”

Just like the bag of cinnamon twists, you both turned your full attention on the red string, playing a violent game of tug-of-war. The harder you both tried, the tired you both grew. This was never gonna get off of you, would it?

Nope.

Weeks went on and you stood in front of the planning board in your room. Your eyes glanced around the planner, the bolded title: The Red String with a violently scribbled subtitle in red underneath reading: Plan: DESTROY IT! You and Bakugou tried everything. From burning it with Todoroki’s flames to freezing it with his ice. From Bakugou’s explosions to Kaminari’s electricity and til’ this day, Bakugou still calls you stupid for that. But hey, you were desperate to try anything and Kaminari’s yay mode was worth it.

You stared at the calm blonde laying on your bed, uninterested in what you were doing and creating knots with the string. You thoughts were interrupted buy an annoyed sigh. “Hey, idiot. Are you done with that? I wanna get to sleep.” You switched off the lights and then realized, “Wait, that’s my bed. Get off my bed.” You tried nudging his back with your foot, only earning a snore in return. Sighing you dropped yourself to the ground, stealing your blanket off of Bakugou and laying it on top of you. Your body fidgeted due to the uncomfortable sting the ground was giving your back.

“Oi! quit it. I’m trying to sleep.”

You scoffed and wiggled your attached finger more to irrate him. “Yeah, I’m trying too.” He peeked down at you and signaled for you to get up. You did in confusion before watching him roughly tug the string and making you fall on top of him. He pushed you off and beside him, gripping your waist and resting his head behind your neck. You were quiet, unable to move and unable to process what had happened. He lifted his head up a bit.

“Shut up, idiot. It’s the only way we both can sleep comfortably.” However, you both woke up that very morning with the strings tangling you up against eachother.

It was the normal routine. Finding a way to get this stupid thread off of you both. Everyone around you found it amusing how hard you both tried. Two hotheads in a pot. As the days went by, instead of finding a solution, you both took advantage of it, seeing who could annoy the other more.

He had complained that it was too cold in the dorm foyer. Being the nice person you were, you had helped by turning the fan on. That only made it worse as the string got stuck in the blades, both of you being dragged and yelling at eachother to “turn it off!” and him calling you an idiot. One day, Bakugou had pulled the string, forcing you both to embrace eachother. He told you that he really liked you being around him. You thought it was a nice gesture at first until others pointed out a sticky note on your back reading, “I’m a loser”.

After another round of your long and intense game of tug-of-war, you both fell to the ground with exhaustion. “We’re never gonna get this off, are we?” Bakugou stayed silent before asking you.

“Hey, magic hands... I was wondering”, he scratched the back of his head before continuing, “Do you wanna, I don’t know? Pick flowers or make fun of people?”

You stared at the man dumbfounded and squinted at him. “Whut?”

His eyes widened and he looked away with a scoff. “Don’t look at me with that stupid expression! Just, nevermind. Pretened I didn’t say anything, ok?”

You tried your best to put the puzzle together and after a while, you did. “Huhhh, is Katsuki Bakugou asking me on a date?” You smirked as you leaned on his muscular arm. He quickly brushed his arm away from you. “Pfft, in your dreams, nerd.” You pretended to sigh pressing your chin to your collarbone. “What a shame, I actually started to like you...”, you trailed watching him turn his head to you.

“Fine, but I’m only doing this because I can’t stand your annoying whines so be grateful.”

Typical stubborn Katsuki.

You rested your head back on his arm, only this time he never pushed you off.

“You know I hate you, right?”

The longer you both spent with eachother, the more your affection for one another grew. Who knew that a simple kiss could release the knot on your fingers but that didn’t stop the both of you from spending time together. You had later learned that the whole class 1A had made a bet on the two of you, Momo using her quirk to create an inseparable thread that’s grip could only be released when the affection between the two grew.

And it sure did.

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Where You Go, I Follow

Dabi x Reader (F)

Warnings: obsessive Dabi alert, Dabi is Touya theory, betrayal

Sequel- Where You Go, I Follow (2)

First time writing so bare with me

Being a special agent had it’s ups and downs. You didn’t have to put up a facade hero persona. The one where you would fabricate your image until it completly destroyed you. On the other hand, you couldn’t live your life freely. You were chained to the system. When they needed you, you were there. You were nothing but a machine to them.

They had given you a task to locate and find information on a tall black-haired male working with the League of Villains, Dabi. That was all the information you were given besides his quirk. The rest was up to you to find. When it came to finding info, your boss was always depending on you, as your quirk came into hand. With a simple touch on the forehead, depending on how long it is held, you could see flashbacks of your opponent’s past. Your quirk was pretty useless for far-distant battles but little did they know, combat was your specialty.

And here you were, walking alone in the dark busy night, holding up the picture of the man whom you were to find before sliding it into your back pocket. Finding villains was easy to you but this one? Sheesh. This was more work than you thought. Your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden movement heard clearly by your left ear. You stopped in your tracks, eyes furrowing towards the dark alleyway. Of course, you thought. The typical alleyway move. You slowly walked into the alley, observing every detail and every sound. The further you went, the quieter the crowd of civilians became. You were about to turn around and go back before your senses came. Something far from usual. You quickly crouched down and rolled to your left before a gust of blue flames came directed towards you. “Just my lucky day”, you scoffed sarcastically before turning your gaze to crystal blue eyes.

He gave a sinister smile, a smile that gave you frightening chills, before speaking. “I was aware someone was tracking me down but who would’ve thought that someone would be something so alluring?” You looked at him with disgust, drawing your firearm. He watched you with amusement, letting the flames on his hands lower down. “Sweetheart, what’s a small little gun like that gonna do to a man with a quirk like mine?” You smirked, aiming at the ground infront of him and shooting as thick smoke spreads. “That”, you whispered to yourself. Moving swift like the wind, you found your way quietly behind him, right hand ready to wrap around his head. Before you could even touch him, he grabbed your wrist without even looking. Impossible. Nobody has ever been able to locate you with your silent movements. Not even top pro heroes. Your eyes widened as he turned around, his grip never leaving your wrist. Smirking at you, he leaned down to match your height. “You know, I’m starting to like you. You really interest me.” Hearing that made your body shiver but nothing could prepare you for his next words. “Until we meet again...”, the words trailing right off his tongue. He leaned lower into your neck, tilting his head and whispered in your ear,

“(L/n), (y/n)”.

You were in shock, your left hand letting the gun fall beside you. You froze. Nobody, not even your friends, knew your name. It was discarded like a thin piece of paper. Burned to ashes. He smirked, slowly retreating backwards. For the first time in your life, you stood frozen in disbelief. Those simple words would never leave you.

And it never did.

His words followed you and so did he.

From time to time, even when you weren’t searching for him, you’d feel his presence. His gaze. His eyes. His aura. You couldn’t escape it and he wouldn’t let you. You felt defenceless. What else did he know about you? Who was he and how did he even know your name?

“Haven’t given up yet? What’s on your mind, doll?” You turned to see Dabi leaned up against the shadowed wall, hands tucked inside his pockets. “I wasn’t looking for you”, you said. In reality, you didn’t know how your feet led you to him. Dabi sighed, pushing himself off the wall. “That’s a shame cause I was looking for you.” You scoffed, looking away from the man. “When are you not? Can you....I don’t know. Leave me alone?” His laugh was sinful as he approached you. “Don’t like it when it’s you on the other side of it, don’t you? But you should know.. No matter how hard you try...” He walked closer to you until he was a cm away from you.

“You can’t get rid of me, darling. Where you go, I follow.”

In that very moment, an idea popped in your head. If he was so keen on the thought of you, all you needed to do was play his little game.

“Well, then. So where you go, I follow.”

The rest of the month, you both had gotten closer with eachother. You both spent the mornings together. When he didn’t have a meeting with the League of Villains, you’d spend the afternoons with him. The nights. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy any of it. Contact wasn’t necessary because no matter what, you both always subconsciously found eachother. Knowing where eachother were. Eventually you had ended up in his bed, body on top of his as you traced circles around his arms. For a split second, you forgot who you were. You were a special agent and your objective was right under you. Your traces slowly lingered higher but stopped. He knew your quirk. He knew what you were about to do.

“Go ahead.”

His words almost a whisper as he shut his eyes. Hesitantly, you layed your soft fingers on his forehead. Memories came flashing by. One of a child wrapped in bandages. A child being beaten. A child being told he was almost perfect by a man who seemed to look like Endeavour but the vision was too quick. A young child running away from home in tears. A child crying all alone. Touya.

Your hands shot up, not being able to take anymore. You looked down at Dabi who avoided your gaze. You rested your head on his chest as you processed all the information. You questioned your morals. Was it worth it to turn in the man you slowly loved because it was the right thing to do or to stand by his side who granted you happiness.

“So that’s how it is, huh?” Dabi watched you, never letting his eyes drift away. His eyes wasn’t full of shock but disappointment. He looked at you to the pro heroes beside you then back to you. He dropped his head backwards, laughing at the sky and wondering where it all went wrong. Your stare never left him. You hid the feelings of sadness and regret, replacing it with a stern look. Dabi shot his head back up, facing you.

“I gave you everything! Everything, (y/n)! And this- this is how you repay me?!”

His words made you flinch. You knew that in the end, Dabi was a villain. Nothing but a villain who killed innocent lives.

You continued to glare at the broken man, no words coming out of your mouth. He waited for a word, at least one word but you said nothing. He gave up, shaking his head. “Then I guess that’s how it’s gonna be.”

“Your call”, one of the pro heroes said, nudging you. You didn’t like them but needed them to get the mission done. You stared at Dabi who returned with angry eyes. Silence.

“Do it.”

You turned around and walked away. You didn’t want to witness ten pro heroes against one villain. Maybe you didn’t want to see the gore or maybe you didn’t want to deal with the guilt. Whatever the case, you never turned around, walking ahead as you heard the loud battle behind you.

You opened your eyes, your reminisce fading away as reality came back to you. The dark night and bright city lights engulfed your vision. It had been months since it all happened. As far as you knew, you never heard of Dabi again. The League of Villains continued their attacks and ambushes without him. The red stop sign quickly turned green, as passbyers quickly fled to the other side. But not you. Your pace was slow, making you stand out. The memories wouldn’t go away. No matter how hard you tried. Was it the right thing to do? Do you regret it? You don’t know. A slow paced figure passes by you, making you come back to reality. You were the only person who wasn’t trying to run to the other side but so was that tall figure. You brushed it off and continued to walk but you couldn’t ignore it. You didn’t care that you were in the middle of the streets. You turned around trying to spot the figure. The man. You spotted his oversized black sweater amongst the crowd. His hood hid his hair and his back was faced towards you. You continued to stay there, despite the rushing people pushing against you. The man suddenly stop onced he reached the sidewalk, slowly turning his head towards you with that same sinister smile. You froze as your eyes widened in shock. Fear. After all this time, you both still managed to cross paths. He was right. No matter how hard you’d try, you couldn’t get rid of him. His words echoed in your head.

“Where you go, I follow.”

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