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hanahaki270 · 1 month

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♡ Sharing a Dorm ♡

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Synopsis ┊Your dorm is going under renovation and you need to find a place to crash in for a while. Luckily a certain someone offers you to stay in theirs for the time being.

Characters ┊Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya.

A/N ┊beginner Writer here, these were harder to think of than I thought ngl. If you have any requests please send them to me, I'm open to do different characters and also different anime's!

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Katsuki Bakugou

❥ By no means whatsoever does he offer his dorm out of the kindness of his heart. He just got pissed off of seeing you sleeping on the couch in the commons area every morning, and accidentally stepping on your blanket or pillows. After stepping on your blanket once more he grabs your shit and puts it in his dorm and acts like he's bothered by this but really he doesn't mind at all.

❥ Makes you sleep on the floor for the first two nights until you convince him to share the bed. He's reluctant at first but then allows it as long as you stay on your side of the bed. Do you really though?

❥ Expect to sleep earlier and get your sleep schedule in check because his dorm, his rules, lights are off at ten pm sharp with no exceptions.

❥ Also expect your grades to go up. While he's your roommate he's going to make you don't slack off on your studies.

❥ When he wakes up in the morning and notices your head resting on his chest he gets somewhat annoyed but secretly likes it. he's willing to get behind on his strict schedule and let you rest on him a little longer. but just a little.

❥ Demands you now be his training partner but is careful to not get carried away. You're strong, but he still doesn't want to run the risk of hurting you. therefore, he always keeps Aid kits in the bathroom just in case you do get any scratches, even if they're minor.

❥ Constantly threatening to kick you out over every little thing but actually has no intention of doing so. He won't admit it but he enjoys your company. "I swear if I see one more sock lying around I'm grabbing your shit and throwing it out."

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Shoto Todoroki

❥ "Why don't you sleep with me." he said boldly unaware of how his sentence had more than one connotation to it. I mean you need help and as your friend he's more than willing to help you out. plus he has the biggest dorm compared to everyone else, if anything he's the most suitable to offer his help he thought.

❥ Asks you what temperature you prefer to sleep in so he can use his quirk to either make the room colder or warmer depending on your preference. and ALWAYS makes sure to make both sides of your pillows cold.

❥ When he's out visiting his mother you make sure the place is clean (though it usually is since he tends to be on the neater side) and prepare some soba for him as a token of your appreciation. After a couple of times he starts to look forward for it and got saddened the one day you forgot.

❥ In return he made sure not turn on the lights when getting ready in the morning as to not wake you up. Part of it was for a selfish reason though, he thought it was cute how you slept soundly on his bed.

❥ Speaking about sleep; During the night he would find himself cozying up next to you, not on purpose though. He just felt comfort in your presence and he realized you felt the same way when you also moved closer to him during the night.

❥ Leaves out coffee for you in the mornings since you tend to stay up late on nights and wake up always running late to your classes.

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Izuku Midoriya

❥ Overheard you talking to Tsuyu and Uraraka about how you need a place to sleep in and walked over to offer his help without a second thought. You already spend most of your time in his dorm room during the day to share notes anyways. The only difference would just be you spending the night.

❥ Offers for you to sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the floor. After you refuse to let him sleep on the floor he shyly agrees to share the bed with you constantly asking you if you're okay with it.

❥ Midoriya stays up late at night writing in his notebook and murmuring thoughts to himself. You persuade him to go to bed and leave his worries for the following day. he deeply apologizes for the burden kind of embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry! was I keeping you up? I'll go to bed in a few minutes don't worry."

❥ Always invites you to go out with him whenever he leaves the dorm, even if it's something as simple as going to the gas station to get some snacks.

❥ he loves to talk your ear off geeking out about the knowledge he knows about the top heroes and their quirks. When he notices he got carried away he gets all types of flustered but even then he doesn't get the sense of being judged.

❥ Since he's constantly getting injured and going to see Recovery girl he always comes back exhausted. regardless, his stubborn ass still tries to go out on missions and push himself to the limits. he get's frustrated when you don't let him do so and force him to rest and leave his chores to you. But he loves you for it.

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mysoncookie · 20 days

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BNHA Dabi Must Reads

Time Travel - Where I Adopt a Bunch of Brats by ILoveMyths2003

╰┈➤ Available on Ao3, Complete, Time Travel Fix-It, Dabi Centric, Dabi is not a villain, Dabi Redemption, Found Family, Fluff, Angst & Hurt/Comfort, Extremely Slow Romance | Wordcount: 140,894

╰┈➤ Has an On Going Series Called "The World Of Tomorrow"

In Which Dabi Realizes He's too Pretty for Villainy by azurefaeblue

╰┈➤ Available on Ao3, Complete, Not Canon Compliant, Pretty Dabi, Scarless Dabi, White Haired Dabi, Hawks is a Simp, Crack | Wordcount: 3,435

╰┈➤ Has an On Going Series Called "In Which Dabi Achieves His Dream of Becoming a Trophy Wife"

area cryptid upset no one bothered to inform him of his tragic backstory by crimsonseekers

╰┈➤ Available on Ao3, Complete, Amnesiac Dabi, Crack Treated Seriously, Identity Reveal, Hero Public Commission Bashing | Wordcount: 47,710

In Which Dabi’s Tits Save the League and Dismantle Hero Society by azurefaeblue

╰┈➤ Available on Ao3, On Going, Social Media, Crack, POV Outsider, League of Villains as Family, Not Canon Compliant, Crack Treated Seriously | Wordcount: 23,688

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these are my fav fics from BNHA! you can tell who my fav character is based on all of these fics ksksksksk

I know its a short list but these are fics that I genuinely enjoy & reread all the time. I'll prolly update this list cuz I aint satisfied with this being so short but idk we'll see

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lady-delamort · 10 months

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“I need you guys to understand that I’m this upset because I love you and don’t want anything bad to happen to you".

-Fragment of The Easy Way.

When I read that scene, the image couldn't get out of my head, I knew I had to do something for these guys whose adventures have given me so many emotions!! And about the writing of the dear @stardustandstoriesandstratagems ✨✨✨💖 I was really looking forward to finishing this for Father's Day, but a lot happened… hehehe… Anyway here it is!! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, DEAR!! 💖💖💖💖

Hawks and his cute little chickens that bring disaster wherever they go XDD ❄️🦅

This time, no charming eyes of theirs will avoid their punishment XDDD They will have to talk seriously with their snow hen mom XDD❄️🦅✨💖

I highly recommend reading!! I'm sure you will enjoy it a lot!!✨

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autumnmobile12 · 2 months

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My Hero Academia AU Prompt:

Because I have too many projects and I am determined to not start another one, I'm throwing this one out to the fandom. If anyone wants to pick it up, go for it. (Or if you've seen a fanfic like this, please let me know because I want to see this idea explored.)

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AU story where the Safety Commission caught wind of the abuse in the Todoroki household and removed all four kids from Endeavor's custody.

Now they're all part of the Commission's freaky child army.

#my hero academia #alternate universe #todoroki family #shouto todoroki #natsuo todoroki #fuyumi todoroki #touya todoroki #safety commission #hpsc #boku no hero academia #bnha #endeavor #au #archive of our own #ao3 #fanfiction #writing prompt

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bkdk-fan4ever · 4 days

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Todoroki Enji Redemption | Gay Marriage | LGBTQ+ Rights | Todoroki Siblings | TdDk Implied

The Right To Be by Strawhat_Pirate

Shoto wants to marry a boy. Unfortunately, that isn't legal in Japan... at least, it's not yet. Enji has his work cut out for him.

(Or: Enji Todoroki is determined to be a better father. And that means supporting his kids in any way he can. Put on your rainbow shades: this ignorant straight man is about to get his pride on, and he's about to make it everyone's problem.)

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heyyallitssatan · 2 months

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I have made a fic

Theres the ao3 link if you want it, and the fics under the cut

She was always cold these days.

Frozen limbs, a sheen of frost always coating rarely uncovered skin.

It used to hurt, being so cold all the time, but it didn’t anymore. She didn’t feel it anymore, she didn’t feel much of anything anymore. All her emotions, frozen over, a thick layer of ice exacting them, never to be released.

It hadn’t always been like this. Once, she felt things freely, she felt her hands and toes and her lips weren’t permanently purple.

But that was before, before her mother burned her baby brothers face, before she was dragged off to a mental hospital kicking and screaming, before she gave her life to her brothers, before she became the mother hers could never be, before her life became theirs. But most of all, it was before Touya, her other half, her twin, her warmth, died in a blaze that left behind only a too small jaw bone.

Now was different, now was now, and now she was always too cold.

Her toes were the first to go, probably, but her fingers were the first she noticed.

It had been a year since Touya’s death, she was pouring her father tea when she dropped the pot and broke the cup. Her hands were numb, they always were since that night, and she couldn’t keep a hold of it. She was scolded, and disciplined, for her mistake. She spent hours relearning ho to hold a tea pot so that it didn’t matter if she could feel it or not.

It was almost a full year later when she realised it was her hands and feet she couldn’t feel anymore, she could move them, feel the movement, but she couldn’t feel touch, or warmth, or anything but that numbing cold climbing up her arms and legs.

She stopped using her quirk to do things after that, vowed against it, but it didn’t help. Frost slipped from her numb fingers to crystallise on her glass, her socks froze to the tatami mats of their home, and she didn’t notice.

She learned to watch her hands, and her feet, wherever she went, making sure she kept a fight hold of her quirk.

Her breath was next. She didn’t notice until Natsuo mentioned that her breath was clouding by her mouth, just too cold for the air. She checked, and realised her lips had turned purple at some point, nothing extreme, just a tint to her lips that wasn’t quite natural. She realised her skin had taken on an unnatural blush. She was sixteen when she started wearing make up.

She was twenty now, and the numbing cold had climbed up her arms and legs. Everything below mid thigh and shoulder was numb now. She had taken to always wearing thick covering clothes. She wore thick pants and long skirts no matter the weather. Sweaters and long sleeve blouses in the middle of summer. She had always been cold natured, no one noticed.

No one noticed, until she started wearing gloves. They were nice, expensive, and specially made to keep out the cold. If they could keep it out, they could keep it in. People noticed, gloves were too weird, but she was always cold, maybe it was okay.

She couldn’t keep her hands from frosting over anymore, and they always looked a bit blue, she thought that was more worrisome than gloves.

She was right.

She had taken to the hottest showers she could get, and when that wasn’t enough to warm her limbs, she went further. She had the body for a fire quirk, the heat couldn’t hurt her. She started boiling water in the middle of the night, when everyone else was long since asleep, it wasn’t like she could join them anymore. She was always careful to take the kettle of the stove before it could squeal, she cared infinitely more that her brothers got enough sleep than if she got warm. She’d finally take her gloves off, and pour the water over her hands in the sink, fill a small tub to set her feet in, all the while rising steam warmed her lungs.

It was as close as she could get to being warm again. It was as close as she could get to Touya again. Though, she supposed his body was just as cold as hers now. Those were dark thoughts, thoughts she only gave voice to on late nights like these, when no one was around to see the tears freeze to her waterline.

She was always cold, always numb, but she could still feel some things. Love for her brothers, all of them, was the first thing on that list, and sometimes the only thing.

Tonight was one of those times, when she was watching her Father and her baby brother fighting Touya. That was Touya, he was alive. He was alive.

That was all she could think about, he was alive. She lost control of the frost, it was covering the floor her feet were on, the couch she was sat on, little bits of it had started creeping up Natsuo.

She didn’t notice until he yelled at the cold. What did he know about the cold?

For the first time in a long time, her ice cracked.

She couldn’t bring herself to care that he was a villain, she couldn’t care about all the people he’d killed in the process, she couldn’t even herself to care that he’d attacked their Father.

She cared that he’d attacked Shoto of course, but that could be addressed later, after she’d seen him in person, confirmed it was really him, that he was really alive.

She never let herself consider it before, not even in the dead of night when no one was around to see the tears that never fell, it was the only thought she could never let herself give a voice to.

But it was true, he was here, he was alive.

He was gone again.

He left after the stunt, as quickly as he came. But she knew he was alive now, she found him once, she could find him again.

She hated her Father most of the time, deep down under cracking ice that let thoughts like that seep through now, but she couldn’t argue that his connections were helpful, and so was his money. She could afford to pay them to help her, and then to pay them again to keep silent. She couldn’t tell anyone what she was doing, Father would be so angry, and so would Natsuo. She didn’t know how Shoto and Rei would react, but she couldn’t risk that they’d tell the others, she had to do this alone. But what else was new.

She found him easy enough, about two weeks later. It was easy enough she didn’t think he was really hiding anymore. If he didn’t want to be found he wouldn’t have, he proved that many many years ago.

She sent him a message, through a hired hand, telling him to meet her at a nearby cafe, one considered neutral ground, where heroes and villains and vigilantes could meet without worrying about sides and fights. It was safe for them.

He met her there, he expected she’d been the one to send the message, the only one who would’ve wanted to meet him, the only one brave enough, even if she never saw herself that way.

He saw her, sitting at a little two person table with a coffee in hand. She drank too much coffee when they were younger, after Rei was taken, and he can’t imagine she dropped the habit, and if the shaking of her hands is any indication, it’s only gotten worse.

He sat down next to her, and she stared at him for a minute, not saying a word, but she didn’t smile at him, not a rare real smile that she showed only in the safest most vulnerable moments, not even the fake smile she used to placate Enji and calm Natsuo and Shoto. They never noticed, never noticed that that smile didn’t make her eyes twinkle quite the same, didn’t make her nose scrunch up just a bit. It fooled everyone else, but he had been there since she was born, he grew up with that smile, and he knew the difference.

Now she only watched him, and him her. She pushed a coffee toward him, and he broke his gaze just long enough to take a sip. He judged her coffee habit, but he wasn’t much better, at least when they younger, and she knew his order by heart.

That wasn’t his order, at least not his old one, rather it was closer to his order now. A White Russian, and it looked like she was sipping on the same.

“Since when do you drink?”

“Since Shoto and Natsu left and it’s just me and dad in the house.”

He huffed a humourless laugh, and so did she. Frosty breath fogged in front of her as she did, and that’s when he took note of the thick sweater, and winter pants, and gloves, all in the middle of August.

He was always hot, and honestly he was itching to get out of the meagre layers he was in now. He didn’t know why she was wearing so many thick layers, sure she was always cold, but he was pretty sure she was never ‘parka in summer’ cold. When he said as much she just huffed another laugh and shrugged.

He grabbed her hand, and she flinched, and that almost hurt, but it wasn’t the flinch of a civilian who just got grabbed by an S rank villain, it was the flinch of an abused little girl that hadn’t expected anyone to touch her. Scratch that, it hurt worse.

He wasn’t a family man, he hated Rei for abandoning them, He hated Enji for obvious reasons, he didn’t quite hate Shoto, but he was certainly angsty that he replaced him, and at best he felt indifference towards Natsuo. For some reason, he could never find it in himself to hate Fuyumi. Even at the lowest, when he hated the entire world, he couldn’t hate her. He could only remember how she patched his wounds, cooled his burns, loved him through everything, despite everything. He didn’t have room in his charred heart to live anymore, but she was spilling over with it, love for her brothers, her students, anyone who walked through their home. She even found it in herself to love some part of their parents, a part long gone, but she remembers it, loves it.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever be that strong, that brave. He left, he was a coward. But she stayed, protected her brothers, took care of them, carried the burdens of her family all alone.

He was built for the cool calm of the ice, but he got fire.

She watched him closely, her brother, Touya, Dabi, she didn’t care what his name was now, he was her brother, and he was alive.

She saw how his skin was stapled together, skin grafts and burns patched together. It almost looked like her first attempt at quilting, before she realised she was better at crochet. It was ugly and uneven, but she loved it anyway.

She saw the heat that radiated from his skin, a heat she had felt when they were young, heat that warmed her too cold skin, that fought the frostbite that threatened to over take her at every turn, when she couldn’t control her quirk as well. She missed that heat, until it grabbed her hand, warmth seeping through her glove.

She flinched, and she saw the hurt that crossed his face. She never meant to abuse that look, never meant to hurt him. She wasn’t scared of him, how could she be?

He was her brother, even after everything, he was still that. And she loved her brothers so much. More than herself.

She loved Touya, she loved that he could get angry. He could show his anger in ways she couldn’t, he was free and expressive in a way she couldn’t be. Her thoughts and feelings were numbed, hidden under layers of ice, but not his. They burned hot and bright and he made you see them, see him.

She wished she could be so visible.

But he cracked her ice, with each day she saw the breaks get wider, deeper, and things started leaking out. Her hatred for their father, something she buried so deep inside she could never feel more than the barest irritation at him, a super volcano hidden beneath the ice, ready to explode.

She doesn’t think she’ll ever be so strong as to let herself blow up, not like him. She wishes she could.

She was built for raging fire, but she got ice.

He grabbed her hand, much to both of their surprise. He pulled off her glove, and she let him. He winced at the sight of her hand, cold and pale. She was watching him, holding her hand so gently in his, but she didn’t react.

“I can feel it,” she whispered, like she feared if she spoke any louder it would stop, like she only knew how to speak softly and calmly, but her face betrayed nothing. She had schooled her expression into blank calm so long ago it seemed she had forgot how to make anything else.

“What?”

He sounded angry, his voice always sounded angry, burnt thought scratching against his vocal cords, matching his permanently scowling face, made that way through surgeries or circumstance, no one knew.

“I can feel your hand, it’s warm,” her voice finally expressed something besides soft and calm observation, something akin to awe, surprise maybe?

She hadn’t felt warmth, or anything really, in her hands in so long, she couldn’t remember it.

He seemed to understand, he knew how her quirk worked as well as she did, and he knew what it felt like to use his quirk without her there, burning from the inside out. He imagined freezing was similar, her nerves were dead, just like his.

She felt his heat bleed into her hand at the same time it seemed as though the cold seeped into his.

They sat like that for only a moment, before it began to hurt. Permanent frostbite meant permanent numbness, and as she warmed up for the first time in years she could finally feel the pain that followed numbness. She knew he felt the same.

It had been too long, they had been without their balance too long, and now it hurt too much to go back.

They sat for awhile, but they didn’t say much, there’s was too much to say, too many years to relive, but nothing felt important enough to say.

Fuyumi knew she wouldn’t stop his goals, she didn’t try. He knew he couldn’t get her to come with him, he didn’t try. They should’ve tried.

They left, unfinished drinks still sitting on the table.

They didn’t say goodbye, they didn’t say anything. They just walked away, in opposite directions. Neither of them favoured literature, neither of them ever read Orpheus’ story, neither of them had ever learned his lesson.

They both turned around, wanting just one last glimpse of their sibling, their twin, their balance, before they left for good, before this became their new before.

They turned, and looked, and ran.

They hugged, the only ones who could touch each other with freezing or burning, the only ones immune to the pain the other lives everyday with. They couldn’t hug for long, their balance wasn’t right anymore, it hurt too much, too many jagged edges cutting against each other, two extremes that never should have met, but never could have left each other alone.

They hugged, it hurt, they didn’t stop.

They whispered, in equally trained voices, with equally drilled expressions, each others names, the only names they ever really felt like they owned.

“Ya-nii”

“Yu-nee”

Then, after a moment longer, they pulled apart, blood evaporating on skin, tears freezing on waterlines, they turned and left. And they both smiled, as close to the real smiles they wore as kids as they thought they would ever get again.

Touya wasn’t made for love, he was made for rage, clawing at his throat until he let it out.

Touya wasn’t made for love, but maybe there was an exception.

Fuyumi wasn’t made for rage, she was made for love, care and protection overflowing from her like the tears she couldn’t shed.

Fuyumi wasn’t made for rage, but the cracks were growing, and lava lived beneath her ice.

They were polar opposites, one left and the other stayed. One killed, the other saved. One burned, the other froze. But they were cut from the same cloth, a cloth woven of love and rage, and when you looked closely, ice burns as bright as fire.

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thesakuragarnet · 5 months

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Savior Complex (Big Brother Dabi)

Summary: The AU where villain Toya watches over his baby sister.

Tags: graphic v!olence, canon-typical violence, implied/referenced ab*se/domest!c ab*se, ab*sive relationship, Big Brother Dabi, morally gray is my favorite color, swearing, angst, Dabi acts like an Anti-Hero

Word Count: 1,407 words

AO3 link

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He'd been trying to figure it out for months. The issue with being a full-time villain is he can't always be there when shit goes down. Therefore, Toya's always forced to essentially play detective when things don't add up. He felt responsible for his little sister; after all, he'd forced her into this position. She never asked to be in charge. She never asked to be the oldest. Yet, that's the role she found herself fulfilling for ten years. Toya watched from afar, always out of sight and out of mind. After joining the league, his "visits" home were few and farther between, which annoyed him for several reasons. The main one was that he couldn't figure out where the bruises came from. His father, Natsuo, and Shoto kept asking her about it, but they were always met with the same answers.

"I just fell. Clumsy me!"

It didn't sit well in Toya's gut; something was off. Finally, he had his answer, and it made his blood boil. He watched from the alleyway in the rain with the hood of his jacket pulled up, otherwise his cheap hair dye would wash out. Fuyumi's boyfriend was physically and verbally abusing her in his apartment, screaming at his sister for some unknown reason. The window gave him only a glimpse of the incident, but all the pieces were falling into place. This son of a bitch that had been in his sister's life for years was hurting her.

A few moments later, Toya shrinks back into the shadows as he watches his little sister storm out of the apartment complex, waiting underneath the bus stop cover as she digs in her purse. She pulls out some sort of makeup pallet and brush, attempting to cover up the dark splashes on her skin as tears streak down her face. Toya glares up at the apartment window as the bus pulls up to the building, and Fuyumi hustles inside. Toya knows he can't risk being seen. As much as he wanted to, he can't just storm in there and burn the guy. That would be too obvious. That would connect him somehow to the victim, which could further connect the dots and expose his identity. Nonetheless, he refused to let this happen again; the asshole had to leave the building at some point. So...Toya waited.

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Handjob: DABI?! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!

Toya rolls his eyes and shoves his phone back into his pocket. He'd been spammed nonstop with messages and calls from his comrades and colleagues. They could wait. This couldn't. It had been hours, and Toya was getting impatient. He leans up against the wall of the alleyway, staring at the entrance to the apartment complex as lightning shoots across the sky. The rain wasn't good for his staples, but he could just change them as soon as he returned to the base. He was already set in plan for the night. Fuyumi wouldn't be plagued with this guy anymore. Hell, she was probably like their mother: stuck in an abusive relationship without an escape plan.

Creeeaaak.

Toya's eyes blaze as he watches the man from the window stumble out of the doors before he waves down a car. Dabi looks at his watch. It's three o'clock in the morning. When he looks back up, he watches the guy get into the vehicle, screaming something about going downtown. Dabi zips up his black windbreaker to hide his face as he slowly trails after them in the shadows.

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Dabi bides his time; after all, the more alcohol the drunken bastard had in his system, the brighter he'll burn. He watches the creep go from club to club, each time getting thrown out by a bouncer. It's only a matter of time before he passes the alleyway where Toya lies in wait. He's getting closer and closer, and the scarred villain looks around to make sure the coast is clear.

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SWSSSSH!

Toya grabs the man by the throat and roughly jerks him into the darkness of the alleyway, clamping a hand over his mouth to silence him.

WHAM!

THUNK!

He knees the man between the legs as hard as he can after shoving him up against the brick wall, and the bastard groans in pain. Toya keeps his vice grip on his throat, preventing him from sinking to the ground as he writhes, and the asshole's eyes widen when he realizes who his attacker is. Thunder booms and lightning lights up across the skyline, making Dabi's staples sparkle.

"Do you know who I am?" The scarred man seethes, his brilliant blue eyes burning.

"Y-y-you're the BlueFlame villain! The one who killed Snatch!" The idiot drunkenly stammers, and Dabi shrugs slightly.

"Oh, well. Yeah. But does your feeble, twisted, little mind have any idea who I actually am?" Toya snaps, squeezing tighter until the man starts to choke. Without warning, he retracts his hand, reeling it back into a fist, and clocks the guy square in the face, breaking his nose.

"AH! FUCK! NO! NO! I DON'T!" The man screams, but his cries of pain are drowned out by the rain and thunder.

Dabi laughs threateningly under his breath before punching him again, and he grunts as he feels the force of the blow strain the staples in his wrist.

"Please! Please! Take my wallet! Take what I have! Please! I'll do anything!" The coward pleads, slurring on his swollen lip. Dabi takes a step back and blinks, letting the man gather himself.

"Oh, you'll do anything you say?" Dabi hisses, his raspy voice turning into a psychotic cackle.

"Absolutely anything! Yes!" The man begs, getting on his knees and clasping his hands together. Dabi's eye twitches as he puts his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans and peers down at him.

"Anything?" Dabi repeats, bursting into insane laughter.

"W-what's so funny?" The man laughs nervously, and Dabi smiles cruelly as he squats down, making himself eye-level.

"How about completely cutting off Fuyumi Todoroki?" Dabi whispers, his crazed smile slowly turning into an emotionless, cold-blooded stare by the time he finishes the sentence. The man blinks, confused.

"I-I'm sorry? What?" He stutters dumbly, suddenly terrified for a completely different reason.

"I said," Dabi chuckles before kicking the man in the chest, forcing him onto his back. Before he can move, Toya harshly steps on the man's chest, leaning down and resting his wrist on his knee as he growls:

"How about completely cutting off Fuyumi Todoroki."

The man gulps and weakly attempts to struggle, and Toya grits his teeth as he grinds his heel harder.

"Wh-who are you?" The guy sputters, and Toya removes his hood. The incessant rain soaks his hair and, slowly, the black dye drips down his face until his natural snow-white hair shines in the moonlight. Fuyumi's boyfriend's eyes widen, and his jaw drops.

"T-T-T," He stutters.

"Yeah, that's right. I'm her big brother. Toya Todoroki," Dabi says flatly, an amused smirk spreading on his face at the sheer horror he's inflicted.

"B-but, you're dead! You died! They showed me your altar!" He slurs, but Toya just laughs.

"Ashes to ashes. Now, aren't you gonna introduce yourself? I am her big brother, after all," Toya grins, blinking and holding out his open palm in an "I'm waiting" gesture.

"I-I'm M-"

"Eh, I don't care," Toya scoffs before suddenly flexing his open palm outward, sending a swath of blue flames right at his victim's face. He grits his teeth as he keeps his Quirk flowing, determined to not let the rain snuff out his flames until the body is fully incinerated. Slowly, his raised heel clicks to the ground as his body weight crushes through the burning skeleton, and it turns to ash under his boot. With a sharp inhale, he clenches his fist, extinguishing the blast as he recalls his Quirk; the rain makes quick work of the rest of the flames, and a sickening sizzle echoes through the alleyway. The downpour turns what's left of his sister's abuser into grime and muck, and Dabi pulls his hood back up, wiping some of the remaining droplets of black dye off of his forehead.

"Well, guess I gotta stop somewhere and touch up before I go back home. Maybe I'll grab some dinner for everyone so I don't get bitched out," Dabi sighs, putting his hands in his pockets as he walks back out onto the sidewalk.

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phantomstatistician · 1 year

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Character: Endeavor

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writersmorgue · 1 year

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Febuwhump Day 5 - "that's gonna scar"

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This had been a long time coming.

Although Fuyumi tried her hardest to prevent it, in the end, she was the catalyst. Now she lies motionless on the floor, victim to another childish temper tantrum.

After the initial impact, she’d passed out briefly, only waking to Shouto checking her breathing with a hole worried in his lip.

She could move now if she wanted to, but she’s scared. Not of her father, not of the pitiful shell of the man he was not thirty minutes ago.

No, she’s afraid of her brother.

“Touya, I already told you, it was your sister-, not me.”

“SHUT UP you pitiful excuse for a man, you’re going to blame your goddamn daughter for the mental breakdown you CAUSED?! Shouto is permanently scarred because of your insolence, you brute!”

“You weren’t there-”

They had long since passed the demands for his oldest to quit talking to him like a judge to a prisoner. Endeavor seems to have accepted his fate, being considerably weaker than his son, now that he has proper quirk protection.

“YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT I WASN’T THERE!” Touya screams, pointing an accusing finger at his father, “I do everything I can to keep my family away from you, and as soon as I leave for one goddamn mission my sister falls apart. I should’ve seen this coming, but damn it I wish I didn’t have to.”

Endeavor scoffs, though it’s strained, “If she didn’t escalate the situation I wouldn’t have had to take such drastic force, you’re a hero, you know how-”

“Don’t throw your flimsy little excuses at me. She was punching your chest because you threatened to destroy her career if she was to date a woman publicly. You are five times her size, her forearm is the size of your goddamn micropenis. There was no reason for you to raise a finger at her.”

“You don’t understand-”

Touya shakes his head, blue eyes flashing dangerously as he stares down at the other man, silencing him without words.

“No, I think I understand perfectly, Endeavor. And I think when you go to work tomorrow, you’ll have to explain to the press that the shiny new burn you’re sporting is in honor of your youngest son. An apology, for making his life hell, and relentlessly abusing the rest of your family as well.”

“You wouldn’t dare-”

“Oh, you know I absolutely would. I only wonder if you’ll be able to handle what you’ve been crushing us with for the past decade. Fire is dangerous, you know.”

Blue flames lick the air as Touya closes in on their father.

Fuyumi moves, sitting up and tucking Shouto into her side. He doesn’t seem worried, but she thinks this isn’t something he should see.

She’s not sure if she wants to watch, herself, but she can’t deny the morbid fascination of watching her abuser get what’s coming to him.

“You- Touya don’t!” Endeavor shouts when the first of his son’s Hell Fire attacks his face. It shreds through the skin surrounding his right eye as the man screams, the sound of his boiling blood like fizzy soda.

Fuyumi finds her hand begins to slip, allowing her baby brother to witness the retribution.

She finds maybe it’s not so bad, that maybe the screams of her father are what she needs. Her face barely even stings, now.

Shouto’s hand meets hers and tangles their fingers together. Neither tremble in fear, but in dreadful satisfaction.

Touya’s grin is manic. He drags his hand down to his father’s neck before finally relenting.

“Wow, Endeavor, you took it like a champ.”

The man stares at his son through his remaining eye, tears evaporating away into the air.

His voice is incomprehensible, and Fuyumi doesn’t bother trying to parse it.

“I think that’s gonna scar, don’t you, ‘Yumi?”

She hears the question for what it is.

“Yes, I think it will do just fine.”

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