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#dabi thinking he's over his feelings after tomura is gone for 4 months or however long he's in that tank
touyasnow · 3 years
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i just think we as a society do not need suave dabi anymore. he should be allowed to pine and fumble when he’s in love -__-
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fairymadnessyeah · 4 years
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Birthday Boys
Summary: A Modern setting AU for the Todoroki´s birthday boys. It’s basically a reunion fic, so enjoy.
Part 1 of 4 (For now)
Next part next Saturday.
P.s : Happy Birthday Shouto
Warning: Mentions of past abuse and street violence
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“We have the chips, nee-san” A stoic looking teenager said as he entered the place carring a plastic bag. A smaller greenette behind him carring three bags and two other teenagers with presents, too. “And Iida and Uraraka are here”
“Welcome!” Fuyumi said, taking the bags from his brother and the green kid.
This may have been an ordinary thing for anybody. But not for this family.
Before their fathers arrest, life for the Todoroki family was a nightmare. They had no normalcy. Birthdays were never celebrated, Shouto wasn’t allowed to interact with his sibblings and their mother had snapped and had to be interned to a hospital for the sake of her menyal health. And Touya…
Well, they didn’t like to think about it.
But now, they were a family, that could have friends over and celebrate their birthdays together and however they saw fit, without worring over what would happen to their mother or baby brother if Enji found out.
When their father was finally out of the picture, Fuyumi, being the older sibbling (not eldest, she wasn’t the eldest) inherited all of Enji´s money and possesions. From the state to his boxing trophies. She sold the state and bought a nice apartment near her job, Natsuo’s collegue and Shouto High school. She basically lived alone since Natsuo had a roomate on campus, Shouto had the dorms in UA and their mother wasn’t ready to live utside the hospital.
But, now that Enji was gone, Natsuo came by more often and their mother had recoverred enought to go outside without trembling. Although, to Fuyumi, the best part was that Shouto came every Friday night and stayed until Monday morning when he had to go to school.
Every weekend felt like a dream. Because they were all together. Well… almost.
Little by little the guest started to arrive. There weren’t many people over, Shouto’s class, two other friends and Midoriya’s mom and stepdad. They couldn’t not invite them.
It was thanks to them that they were able to be were they are now. Who would have thought that the adopted son of their old man’s rival, would have been the start of their salvation?
Before the dorm sistem was applied at UA, the green kid, Izuku Midoriya did everything he could to help Shouto when he learned about their father. He would help him feel included, explain everything he didn’t understand, he even kept him in his house for a month during break. That was when Mrs Inko and Mr Yagi learned about their situacion. And when Mrs Midoriya helped Fuyumi get over her fear of her dad to report him.
The process was rather quick. Even if their father was a famous and respected boxing champion, there was too much evidence against him. He was locked down in November.
The party was going expectacularly. They weren’t allowed to make too much noise because of their mom, but Shouto’s classmates were heaven sent. They didn’t make a mess and even included their mother in activities. Even the explosive blonde that, according to Shouto, knows more cuss words than mentally possible, was calmingly explaining to their mom how to beat his classmates in Mario Kart.
“Fuyumi,” Mrs Inko called her from the living room. “the front desk called, they said somebody is at the entrance and that they need to speak with you.”
“Oh, it’s probably another guest, could you watch over the food?”
“Yes, dear”
She took her keys and headed to the elevator. When she reached the front desk, she noticed a… tired looking guy wearing a black hooding and pants playing with his phone and sitting on the floor. He didn’t look up from the screen until she asked him if he was the one that asked for her.
The man (could she called him that? the guy was so skinny that if he wasn’t malnurished, he was probably a really tall teenager) stood up and put his hands in his hoody’s pocket. “My name is Shigaraki Tomura, I think I know your brother?”
“Do you?” She didn’t remember him. If he was in Shouto’s class, she would have seen him at least once.
“Is this him?” The stranger took his wallet off his back pocket and showed her a picture.
It was her brother. But not Shouto or Natsuo.
It was spikey, messed up hair that he refused to brush. Hard edges that had been bruised more times than she could count. Turquoise eyes that burned with rage that increased after every training section with dad.
There were things that could have throw her off. Like the piercings, the black hair, the arms completly covered in ink.
But that was him.
He was looking at the camera confused with a steaming mug in his hand.
That was Touya. Her big brother. The eldest sibbling. Their missing piece.
Suddenly, she couldn’t talk. She had so many question but none of them, not even one wanted to come out. Her eyes were getting watery, but she could barelly notice with her feelings and doubts swarming in her head.
She took a deep breath to try to calm herself. She couldn’t scare off the only lead in 10 years of Touya off.
“How did you get that picture?” She finally asked, her voice shakey and almost breaking.
The guy, Shigaraki, closed his wallet and sighted. “We live together. He goes by Dabi now though. I thought you might want to see him again” He took out a card of his wallet and took a pen from the receptionist. He scribbled something down and offered it to her. “My number is in it. If I don’t answer, call the bar and ask for Kurogiri. He will give me any message you leave.”
She took the card carefully without looking at it. As if she did, she would wake up and this would be a dream.
“I should warn you though” He continued “He hasn´t been in the best… company for a while. Hope I hear from you”. With that, Shimura turned and left, leaving Fuyumi alone in the lobby.
She could still feel the rought paper of the card against her palm. She headed back to the elevator in automatic. Not that it mattered. Very little things mattered right now. The only thing that was now on her mind was that Touya wasn’t dead.
And it wasn’t delusional hope, this was real. She saw proof. She had proof. Finally looking down, she read the card.
Black Mist Bar xxxx-xxxx
Shigaraki T. xxx-xx-xxx-xx
The last part was written down with a messy scribble but it was there. Solid proof that Touya was alive and that they could see him again. Feeling tears fall out of her eyes, she put the card in her back pocket and headed out of the elevator to her apartment. She rubbed the tears off with her sleeve, minding her glasses and entered as if her world hadn’t been turn upside down.
The place was still filled with laughter and joy. The kids were all still playing Mario Kart but were searching for other games to play in a shelf, Rei was speaking with Natsuo and Mr Toshinori and Mrs Midoriya was leaving food in their coffee table for the kids.
Once the party finished and all of Shouto´s friend left, Fuyumi drove their mother to the hospital. She thought about telling her about the news, but decided not to. The last time they told her mother news about him, was when he ran away. She didn’t react well and they had to sedate her so she wouldn’t hurt herself.
Besides, the only thing she knew was that this random guy Sigaraki, thought that maybe his roommate was their long lost brother. Giving her mother the news that his first son that is presummed dead might be alive to then tell her that it wasn’t him or a ruse seemed cruel. And her mother was making an excellent progress, today was an milestone for her. She spent almost five hour with more that 20 people with loud noises without having an relapse. She even smiled and made a new friend with Mrs Inko.
She couldn’t tell her. Not yet.
When she arrived back home, Natsuo and Shouto were cleaning up. They were both talking animatedly about all the gifts Shouto had received. They looked so happy.
‘Should I tell them?’ Fuyumi questioned. She didn’t have to worry about their reaction, not like with her mom. But Natsuo had already lost all hope of finding Touya, considered him the dead 4 years ago, and Shouto bearly knew him. Even if they both had been through the same (Why their father decided to beat his eldest and younger child was something they never learnt), Shouto was 5 when Touya ran away at 15.
“Nee-san?” Shouto called her, staring at her worried, “Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, yeah. Of course” She tried to lie to them. But apparently it didn’t work because her two brothers shared a look and then turned back to her.
“Fuyu, what’s wrong?” Natsuo asked as he came near her.
Fuyumi sighted and told them about what happened. Shouto, with his never-changing poker face, didn’t have much of reaction, but Natsuo…. He couldn’t belive it, wouldn´t belive it.
“Fuyumi, are you stupid?” Natsuo asked angry “You beleave this…. random guy that shows up out of nowhere saying that our dead brother has been alive ALL THIS TIME, just because he showed you a picture of somebody that looks like him that could of been edited? Fuyu, that guy is obviously lying to get you alone to kidnap you or kill you or worse!”
“You think I don´t know thats a posibility!?” She answered, insulted by her brother´s words. “I’m not saying that I’m going to do whatever he wants just because he might know something about Touya. But this is the only lead we had in 10 years. What if this is him? What if he wants to come back to us?”
“Then he would have come years ago! I know you miss him, I do too! But he is GONE, OKAY!? He isn’t coming back!” Natsuo wiped his leaking eyes and took some plates to the kitchen.
As she listened the water running of the sink, she sighted and sat down on the couch.  Shouto sat next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Fuyumi returned the gesture by hugging him.
“What was the guys name?” Shouto asked quietly as to not break the moment.
Fuyumi took a deep breath and let go off him to reach for the card with the two numbers. “Shigaraki Tomura” She told him handing him the card. Shouto took it and stared at it quietly.
Dinner was… quiet. The fight still fresh made it eternal and once they finished their soba, all three sibblings were happy to leave the table. Shouto went to his room and Natsuo to the other bedroom while Fuyumi cleaned. A couple of minutes later, Natsuo came out with his bags packed.
“Natsuo, it’s late. You shouldn’t go out at this hour.” Fuyumi told him, already expecting this reaction to their argument.
“Don’t worry, I’m careful” He told her. ‘Unlike you’
“Nee-san,” In that moment, Shouto came out of his room with his laptop. “Is this the guy from today?” Turning the device so the screen faced her, Fuyumi saw it had a Youtube Channel filled with video games with Shigaraki’s face on the bottom corner.
“Yeah thats him” The three surrounded the computer and Shouto pressed on one of the videos.
“Hello and welcome back to this hell-hole We are playing Kindergarden this day. The game that recreates childhood perfectly; with cheating whores, bullys with daddy issues and getting shot on the head. Today, I’m gonna try to kill everyone of my classmates. Let’s start the blood bath…”
“Okay, so he is real.” Natsuo paused the video, “That doesn’t mean he knows Touya”
Fuyumi went back to his channel and looking at his bio, she noticed a name. Opening another tab and logging into her Instagram, she searched for @.Dabi.Inferno.. The user had his page full of different body parts covered in beautiful and complicated drawings and designs. And for the profile picture there was a photograph of a man in front of a shop with a blue neon sign that read ‘Inferno’
That man was Touya. Just like it looked in the picture Shigaraki showed Fuyumi. Black hair, tattoos, piercings, blue eyes like dad. The only difference was that here he was using different clothes and he was smirking.
They stayed in silence for a while. Just, taking everything in. Their feelings a mess. One hopeful that their family would be complete again, the other in denial to not get hurt again and the last excited that he could meet the mistery that was Touya.
“When do I call him?”
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Getting out of the bus, Shigaraki started his walk back home. Even if he should, he wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings. He didn’t need to, having lived in this side of town for most of his life. But he should. He wasn’t lying when he told the Todoroki girl about Dabi’s “company”.
Yeah, they changed. Him, Dabi and the rest. But the last time somebody tried to rob them was yesterday. Emphasis on the try, since Dabi found him and then proceeded to beat the crap out of the guy. And then Spinner and Twice joined.
It’s not like he lied to the girl. He just… left out the details.
It wasn’t their fault that life decided to screw them in the most royal and epic way. Besides, they all turned their life around. Magne and Toga run that hair salon, Spinner and Mustard were helping Stain with his gun-range and shop, Kurogiri was able to keep the bar and even give Compress and Twice a job. Even Hawks, that joined later and then couldn’t leave, had his own gig.
Yeah, they were…. broken. But if you left out all their trauma and violent coping mechanism, they were pretty normal. Were they?
Without realising it, Tomura got to their little base. The apartment building, the Detnerat clothing store, Inferno’s tattoo parlour, Killer Queen salon, Stainhaul gun range and shop and Black Mist bar, all connected by a parking lot where Giran practically worked. To an outsider it wouldn't seem so bad. Just a couple of people trying to get by.
They weren’t that bad.
He spent so much time trying to do this nice thing for Dabi that it was starting to mess with him if he didn’t realise he already got home. The last thing he needed was for Dabi to find out. That would…complicate things.
‘Maybe I shouldn’t have reached’
Did he go against Dabi’s back searching for his family who he keep tabs on but never really approached? Maybe. But he had to repay him somehow. He was the last one out of his repaying-and-thanking-for-staying-by-my-side list.
Magne was given a new set of make up. Toga and Mustard received a High school degree. Kurogiri was called ‘dad’ (he had never seen the guy so happy, so it was worth it, even if he smiled and hugged him like a fool for weeks). Spinner was given a new game console. He spent an entire day with Twice doing whatever the guy wanted. He watched Compress’ magic show. And he even admitted to Stain that he found his logic and anarchy ideals intriging.
But Dabi’s had to be special. He knew he had to do something extraordinary for him. He couldn’t just give him something. Not after everything that happened and everything he did for him.
So if Dabi wanted to be a coward and not take a shot with his family that (judging by the reaction he got) wanted him in his life, then fine. He would take the shot for him. He would take the blame for whatever happened. Dabi deserved it.
Not that he would tell him that. Ever.
He went to the back of the shop and climbed up the fire escape to enter his place. The shop was closed and he was too spent to open it and lock it again. Hearing movement in the kitchen, he went there and found the reason for his exhaustion cooking.
“What are we having?” He asked him as he sat in the dinning table.
“Cold Soba” Dabi responded and turned to look at him. “Where’d you go today?”
“Out. I needed to clear my head” Tomura lied.
“Are you okay?” Dabi asked as he came closer and held his neck to check on it.
“Yeah. It wasn’t that bad” He told him, leaning into his touch.
They had a nice and calm dinner in the couch, watching an old anime. Once everything was put away and clean they return to the couch to keep watching. With his head in Dabi’s shoulder and Dabi’s hand around him, Tomura noticed a foul yet familiar smell and started sniffing the other guy clothes. Sighting, he moved out of the embrace and covered himself with a blanket.
“Go take a shower, you reak of smoke” He told him.
Dabi huffed and paused the show. “You aren’t watching it without me” He told him as he stood up and started taking off his clothes in his way to the bathroom.
Tomura took out his phone and checked his channel. His new video was up and his cult was already commenting on it. He refused to say he had fans, so he had a cult. A cult of 5K people that loved his ‘chaotic energy’. But cult either way.
His phone rang with an unknown number.
“What do you want?”
“Hi… It’s me, Todoroki Fuyumi… We would like to meet up with Touya. When is he free?”
“I…We are going to an American Grill next Saturday. You can meet us there.”
“Yes. Of course. Thank you. Thank you so much for this. Could you text us the address and time?”
“Sure. See ya soon”
‘Holy Crap, she actually called’ Tomura thought as he heard the bathroom door open and saw Dabi come out. While only wearing a towel, Dabi laid down next to Tomura again. ‘God, I hope this turns out alright’
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