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sparkles-and-trash · 3 months

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dabihawks a little au ~

Keigo is no stranger to the hospital.

Being a pro hero who sometimes act faster than he thinks, he gets himself into tricky situations more than he’d like to admit, so he ends up back in that sterile, white room more often than most.

He never stays long tho.

Actually, he usually leaves as soon as they let him, far sooner than they reccomend.

This was exactly the case that day, when Keigo was on his way back to his room to back after succesfully convincing the stafff to release him, still in his hospital gown with bandages on both his arms and head, when something caught his attention.

Someone was reading to the kids in one of the common areas, which in itself wasn’t unusual, but the voice certainly was.

Even though it was raspy and sort of fragile it still carried trough the halls with the conviction of a true storyteller, and Keigo simply couldn’t help himself from slowing down so he could get a proper peek at whoever the reader was.

The room was even more crowded than usual, kids of all ages sitting in a half circle, all eyes focused on the white haired man who was sitting cross legged on the floor in front of them.

The book he was reading for was a lot thicker than what Hawks would have expected, and from what he could see from there, he was animated and full of life when he read.

He was beautiful.

The snow white, fluffy hair of his head was a beautiful contrast to his electric blue eyes, and while parts of his face were covered in burn scars that didn’t make him any less beautiful the sligthest.

It just showed that he was a survivor, and that he was still full of life.

Just as Keigo had convinced himself to move along, the reader looked up, and for one, everlasting second, their eyes met.

Keigo was so mesmerized by the eyecontact that he somehow turned the wrong way, and slammed face first into the window he’d be peering trough.

Like a bird.

The bang was loud enoug to get almost all the kids to turn around and look towards the noise, and Keigo had never been more grateful for a doting nurse coming to his aid in his life.

A final peek trough the doors told him that the white haired man was doing his best to distract the children from the blushing hero in the hospital gown, but there was still a small smile on his face.

The stunt with the window revoked Keigo’s early discharge, as he couldn’t (or wouldn’t) tell the nurse why it happened, so now they suspected a concussion.

He surprisingly slept trough the night, dreaming about white hair and blue eyes, and when he woke up he was finally allowed to leave for real.

As he threw on a oversized hoodie and sweatpants he caught a look in the mirror and realized he had a big bruise where his forhead had met the window the day before.

Amazing.

Distracted, he ran a hand trough his hair and hoisted his bag over his shoulder as he left his room, and in the same step slammed into a moving mass.

Thanks to Keigo’s quick reflexes he was able to grab the person’s arms before the hit the ground, but the shock of looking into those damn blue eyes again was almost enough to drop the poor man again.

They both froze for a second, and then the beautiful stranger gave him a lazy smirk.

«In a hurry are we, Pretty Bird?»

Keigo squawked, but managed to gently pull the stranger to his feet again.

«I, heh, I wasn’t looking, I -» Keigo stammered as je felt heat rush to his cheeks.

The stranger chuckled.

«It’s alright, I’m still in one piece,» the stranger said lightly.

Keigo managed a small smile of his own, and finally felt like he had solid ground under his feet again.

He finally got a second to take in the man before him, and was surprised to see he had an IV stand with him.

«Oh, you’re… you know, you’re…» Keigo started saying, and the stranger raised an eyebrow.

«…not just here to read to sick kids?» he finished, and Keigo nodded.

«Or be stared at by strangers who then make a fool of themselves in front of said kids,» Keigo added, and the stranger laughed.

Of course he laughed like that.

So openly and beautifully.

«That too, I suppose,» the stranger said, and Keigo smiled, feeling the tension leave hos body a little.

«Well, I’m gonna be late for my appointment, so…» the stranger said as he gestured in the direction he was heading before Keigo nearly knocked him over.

«Oh, right!» Keigo nodded, and the stranger smiled again.

«Don’t worry, I’ve seen you around before Birdie, so I’m fairly sure I’ll see you again sooner rather than later,» the stranger added and Keigo blushed.

«Hopefully for something less embarrasing than flying into window,» Keigo chuckled, and the stranger grinned.

«Until then, Pretty Bird,» he said with a wink, before he dissapeared down the halm before Keigo had the chance to even ask his name.

Until next time, indeed.

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vampyrsutton · 1 year

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Spring Heat

Summary:

Hawks misses a meeting and Dabi goes after him to some interesting results.

Ao3 Tags:

Mating Cycles/In Heat, Breeding Kink, Sex Pollen, Aphrodisiacs, Sort Of, Quirk Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Quirk Misuse (My Hero Academia), Mentions of Sex Work, Multiple Orgasms, Background Relationships, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Anal Sex, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has a Big Dick, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Genital Piercings, Soft Dabi | Todoroki Touya, For a second, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird

Notes:

Day 2 of DabiHawks Week 2023!

NSFW Prompts: Spring Heat/Breeding

"Hawks! Open up, dammit, we had a meeting!" Dabi yells as he bangs on the hero's sliding glass door, panting from climbing the fire escape up to the penthouse stupid rich fucker. When he's met with silence despite being able to see the ugly ass coat draped over the uncomfortable couch. "Oi! I know you're home!"

A feather comes rushing down the hall and for a second Dabi thinks he's being let in, but instead, the damn thing locks the door.

Oh, fuck that.

Dabi curses as he digs in his pockets, smirking when he pulls out some safety pins for when he gets a new rip in his coat. Dropping into a crouch, it takes him seconds to pick the same lock the feather had just turned and throw open the door. "Nice try, birdie, but I had to eat somehow!"

There's a quiet curse from down the hall before what Dabi knows to be the bedroom door slams shut and pisses Dabi off further.

"HAWKS!" He yells, stomping down the hallway only to stop when he hears a whimper. "Hawks?" He asks softer this time.

"Not tonight, Dabi." Hawks slurs . Why is the bird slurring??? "Not for the next week really."

Dabi scoffs to hide anything that might resemble concern. "And you couldn't have sent a text why?"

"I-…I got a little sidetracked. Won't happen again." Hawks sighs with none of his normal PR laughter present.

Dabi narrows his eyes, alarm bells sounding in his head at Hawks allowing him to hear anything that could be seen as weakness let alone actually sounding weak. "Wanna explain what's going on?"

There's another whimper before it sounds like Hawks is forcing himself to talk. "Not really…it's physically hard to explain."

Dabi hums, pulling out his phone to Google something. "This have anything to do with Spinner locking him and Shiggy in his room?"

The surprised squawk Hawks lets out answers his question before Hawks can even try to deny it. "No- it's- uh-"

"Do you want help, birdie?" Dabi cuts him off with a sigh. "Shiggy didn't actually get a chance to give us any direction before he was dragged away to be a cock sleeve so I've got time. The meeting was more out of boredom than an actual job."

There's silence for a moment then some shuffling before a gold eye glare out of a crack in the bedroom door. "You edged me out of boredom?"

Dabi snorts, not expecting that reaction before smirking lazily. "Can do it again on purpose if you want?"

Even if he'd planned to snap at him, Dabi can see how the hero's pupils pin at the thought. "…Maybe later. Get in here."

Dabi holds up a flame to pause the feather that comes racing at him. “You were going to postpone the meeting a week. Is that how long this lasts?”

Hawks pouts at being stopped but nods. “Five days with usually a two or so day recovery.”

Dabi nods, putting out his fire to pluck the feather from the air. “Give me half an hour to meet up with an old contact. My stamina’s pretty good from before the League, but I’m not making it five fucking days without some help.” A small smirk. “Get a few rounds out to make it easier on both of us until then?”

Hawks’ face does something complicated, but his horniness ultimately wins. “Can I use the feather to fly you back?”

Dabi grimaces, but nods. “I’ll have him cancel out the motion sickness too.” He decides, heading back down the hall quickly with the feather still in hand as he gets out his phone. “No snooping.”

“Doubt I could if I wanted to.” Hawks sighs, already heading back to his nest.

The sounds of chirping moans have already started up by the time Dabi reaches the door and he makes it back down the fire escape in record time. Luckily, his contact was working something nearby and Dabi curses at not being able to use it to blackmail the heroes later, but he’d prefer to stay on this contact’s good side so he agrees to keep quiet.

Within twenty minutes, Dabi’s had his refractory period and motion sickness turned off for the next week and a half, and is thrilled to learn an old colleague was there as well who could put Dabi into a similar state as his birdie with a single kiss.

“Have fun, sweetie, ~” The petite girl giggles, patting his cheek as his pupils dilate. “Hopefully he doesn’t live too far.”

Dabi’s already having trouble with any thoughts outside of fucking someone, but manages a smirk as he holds up a feather. “I have a ride.”

“That explains the motion sickness request.” His former pimp chuckles, ruffling his hair. “Stay safe. If he does anything, let me know. I’m sure I can dig something up.”

Even the touch to his hair has him leaning in with a sigh before he shakes his head to clear it. “Thanks, guys. See you in a week, Angel.”

That was the downside of her quirk is she had to kiss you again to turn it off, but Dabi was fine with that if it meant he wouldn’t die trying to help his birdie.

He makes it outside before he heats his hand up a bit to get Hawks’ attention and the feather twitches before he sees two larger ones darting through the sky to scoop him up under his arms and rush him back to Hawks’ balcony. He, thankfully, doesn’t feel like throwing up, but it's still disorienting as he stumbles back into the hero’s living room.

Luckily, all it takes is hearing a single chirped moan from down the hall for Angel’s quirk to rear back to life and almost makes him fim fall over with the wave of arousal that hits him.

Fuck, the things he does for this idiot.

He must not be moving fast enough for Hawks’ liking though because he sees the feathers once again in his vision and doesn't even get a chance to try and tease the hero before the feathers are zipping him down the hall and removing his clothes along the way. Within seconds, he’s naked and being dropped into a nest of blankets with a predatory trill sounding beside him and going straight to his already aching cock.

Shit, that was a hell of a quirk.

“You smell like other people.” Hawks chitters angrily.

Dabi fights through the fog in his head to answer. “Sorry, birdie. Val’s quirk relies on smoke and Angel was apparently working so I got a little help from her too.”

“How does hers work?” Hawks pouts.

Hmm, he’s cute when he’s jealous.

“A kiss.” Dabi shrugs before smirking as his eyes rake up Hawks’ own naked form to land on his bared fangs. “I’ll be more than able to keep up now if you wanna make me forget her.”

That’s all the prompting Hawks needs apparently to descend upon the villain with a hungry kiss that leaves them panting as the quirk sears through Dabi’s veins at the contact.

"Fuck, I forgot how strong that was." Dabi gasps when Hawks finally lets him up for air. His hand immediately shoots out to yank Hawks back down when he tries to move away at all. "Get back down here." He actually snarls, bringing Hawks to rest between his legs so they can grind against each other while Dabi swallows every little chirped moan that tries to escape. "Fuck…"

Hawks has to agree as having a willing potential mate in his nest has his heat crashing into him full force like he hadn't just cum his brains out waiting for the flame user to return and nothing about the villain is helping. If anything, everything about him is only making it worse as almost too hot hands grip his hips, a pierced tongue dominates his mouth, and every rung of that god-forsaken Jacob's Ladder rubs against his cock as Dabi jerks his hips to grind against him. He's once grateful for the thick scar tissue covering the villain because his talons digging into his shoulders and his fangs keep catching on a scared lower lip which only seems to spur Dabi on more. With the all-encompassing heat consuming Hawks inside and out, he doesn't notice how easily he's been worked back to the edge until a hot hand is using their pre-cum to stroke them together and Hawks lets out a low croon when the sudden attention almost does him in.

"Plea-Dabs, please. Close. So close. Just a little more. Plea-Fuck!" Hawks almost shrieks when Dabi heats his hand just a little more and bites near his collarbone hard enough to definitely leave a mark and shit Hawks hopes he leaves plenty of those as a few more strokes of this sends him barreling over the edge and spilling all over Dabi's cock and stomach. He doesn't even get a chance to come down or worry about cum getting in the villain's seams because Dabi doesn't stop, using the cum like lube and speeding up with a curse as he tries to work himself over the edge too.

"Fucking shit, you look so good losing control in my hand." Dabi groans, rutting his hips against the hero's sensitive cock and enjoying the sensitive chirps. "Can't wait to have you crying on my cock. Gonna look fucking beautiful."

The dirty compliments have Hawks' wings puffing up in embarrassment but the attention combined with his heat has his arms shaking as his dick tries to get hard again. "Da-bi, please~ Too much." He whimpers despite his bird brain's protests to get the villain inside of him as fast as possible for eggs he doubts he can even have if the Commission had anything to say about it.

In the end, the bird wins.

"Inside. Please. Want… Need you…inside." Hawks forces out, having a hell of a time talking. "Need your cock…your cum…dammit need it…so b-AH-d! DABI~!"

Dabi lets out a sound that almost sounded like a growl as he abandons their cocks to grip Hawks' hips and lift him off his lap with a strength the hero didn't know the skinny-looking villain possessed. He was almost tempted to send a feather to turn on the lights for a better look, but then he's having to dig his knees into the bed to not fall and the smirk tugging at staples tells him that's exactly what the flame user wanted as a hand leaves his hip and suddenly he's being guided down on pierced cock and letting out desperate chirps along with the moan. His feathers almost ache with how hard they're trembling and a low chuckle that makes his poor cock twitch doesn't help.

"Da-bi…" Hawks croons when his ass meets the villain's hips. "Big…please…"

"Please what, birdie?" Dabi pants, turquoise all but gone from his eyes as they rake over the whimpering hero on top of him. "Gonna have to be specific. There are so many things I could do to you after all. So many things I want to do to you." A wicked smirk as a hand moves from the hero's hips down to his rim stretched around the villain's cock. "And you'd let- no beg me to do every one of them, wouldn't you?"

Hawks feels his face flush red as he pictures all the things the villain could do to him, especially with whatever Dabi let someone quirk him with. "Yes, please." He breathes out desperately, bracing himself when deceptively strong legs adjust to dig somehow unscarred heels into the nest. "Anything."

There's a mean chuckle before hands return to his hips and Hawks caws out a moan as Dabi starts fucking up into him in earnest. He knows the original plan had only been to cancel the recovery period, but the addition of the other one makes Hawks glad he listened to the villain when he was ordered to make himself cum when he was away because Dabi seems to be just as feral as Hawks feels and he's sure he would break otherwise. As it is, feeling the piercings catching on his rim and grinding against his insides has Hawks feeling desperate and he's sure not taking the edge off would have him actually losing his mind as his talons dig into healthy and scarred flesh alike.

Dabi curses, loving the added sting of the hero's talons and the blonde's already abused hole clenches around him. Based on the desperate bird song and distant look in gold eyes, he's not sure there's any thought in that head other than getting off. It makes Dabi feel rabid and he's grateful he kept up his training as his abs and thighs strain in their efforts to continue fucking up into the bird who is too far gone to be of any semblance of help, but that's fine by Dabi as it allows him to essentially use Japan's Number Two hero as nothing more than a fleshlight. He's pretty sure that's what they'll be reduced to by the end of the night , let alone week , is nothing but animals using each other for pleasure, but they can worry about that at a later date.

Right now, Dabi can feel his balls tightening with his need to cum, and can see red features shaking with approaching overstimulation. Dabi can already tell this won't be his only round, but maybe he'll be nice and let Hawks lay down for the next one.

He gets the mental image of Hawks with his ass in the air and face pressed into the bed as wings twitch against the covers next to him while Dabi pounds into him from behind, and he groans as he decides that's his next plan.

"Shit, birdie, I'm close. Gonna fuck this load up into you and get your face pressed into the sheets before it even has a chance to leak out. Fuck another load into you like the bitch in heat you are and maybe then I'll let you call a shot, hmm?" Dabi nearly growls, abs tensing as he nears the edge. "How does that sound, pretty bird?"

"Yes, please." Hawks coos needily. "Breed m-" His eyes widen when his brain catches up with his mouth and he flushes halfway down his chest in embarrassment. "I mean-"

He's cut off by a guttural groan and his own chirping as his plea sends Dabi over the edge and cumming hard inside of Hawks with something akin to a growl. It makes Hawks coo, momentarily satisfying the more avian part of his brain before he squawks when he's suddenly empty and being flipped on his front with a manically grinning villain pushing back in behind him. Hawks doesn't really even get time to process his new position or the sudden realization that his literal ass is in the hands of a mass murderer before Dabi's splitting him open on his cock once more and melting whatever brain he had managed to salvage.

"Dabi~!" He croons, talons digging into his sheets now as Dabi makes good on his promise to not let anything leak out of him. "Please, more, please, anything just fuck me please~"

"Come on, birdie, it's only round two, are you really this desperate to be treated like a whore that you'll let a villain throw you around and use you like a cocksleeve just to get your ass filled? That desperate to be treated like nothing more than a breeding bitch you'd let anyone stick their dick in here, wouldn't you?" Dabi chuckles darkly, running his thumb along Hawks' stretched rim and prodding like he's going to push it in just to watch Hawks' wings puff up. "Want me to breed you? How lucky for you I have the connections let me do just that. I'll fuck you so full you'll look pregnant by the time I'm done. Have you so strung out on my dick, you'll never want to leave. Be begging to be my good little cock warmer when we take over and your precious hero society is left in ashes." Hawks' hips start twitching so he takes that as his cue to move. "Tell me, Hawks, what do you think the public would say if they could see what a little slut I've made of you with only one round? Of their precious number two begging to be a villain's cum dump? Bet they'd be lining up to take their turn."

Hawks moans, long and broken as Dabi fills the room with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and growls absolute filth in his ear. It has his bird brain crooning happily, the thought of such a good mate using him and stuffing him full of cum, but the last statement has him chittering grumpily. "Nooo~!" He whines, wings shooting out to hold Dabi hostage when he misinterprets and tries to pull away. "No others…just mate."

Dabi blinks slowly, brain trying to process a literal model saying that about him, but then the hero must get impatient because a feather trails over healthy skin to relight the fire in his belly and he curses before moving again. "Shit, okay. I can work with that." Dabi grunts, grabbing slim hips to start abusing the hero's hole. "So the most thirsted-after hero in all of Japan wants to be my personal cum dump." He hums now in amusement. "Well, how am I supposed to say no to that? Don't worry, pretty bird. I'll make sure to stuff you nice and full so not even a plug will be able to hold it all in. You'll probably have to go to one of your fancy hero interviews and sit there trying to blush at the feeling of cum running down your leg and knowing who you let put it there before you come back to beg me to fuck another in there." His grin turns even more wicked as he grips the bases of his wings to watch the hero melt into putty before looming over him to whisper in his ear. "Fuck you so good, you won't ever have to question whose side you're on because you know the Commission can never give you what you need. Can never fulfill what you're truly made for which is showing me your cute little hole so my piercings can brand it as mine ."

Alarm bells go off in Hawks' head as he vaguely registers the villain admitting to knowing he's a spy, but the rest sounds far too good to argue as he chirps and moans. Maybe it's the grip on his wings sending his bird brain further into the gutter, or maybe it's that he's known what side he's actually on for a while now, but as far as he's concerned right now, that sounds like exactly what he wants as he cranes his neck to give the flame user access to it despite knowing he doesn't have the same instincts. "Yes, please, fuck me, breed me, use me, yours, please Dabi, ple~"

His begging is cut off with a loud moan as Dabi does exactly what his bird brain was hoping for and lunges forward to dig blunt teeth into Hawks' shoulder and make the hero's brain lock him in as his permanent mate. The rush of endorphins has him cumming hard onto the sheets beneath him before he's cooing happily when he feels Dabi cum inside him soon after.

In a moment of post-nut clarity, he really hopes Dabi meant even half of that because trying to get it broken would be a pain. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to need to worry because Dabi hums happily as he flops back and manhandles Hawks to lay on his chest, the back-to-back orgasms seeming to sate him for a moment.

"Sorry about that pretty bird, her quirk takes you down to base instincts so I hope that was okay," Dabi mumbles as he satisfies his need to nuzzle Hawks' hair.

Hawks trills happily before fighting words to his tongue, "'M good…bite made us mates though…"

"Hmm, what does that mean for hawks?" Dabi hums, sounding a bit more cautious.

"My hawks…it mates for life…I can get meds though if you don't wa-" Hawks yelps now as the thought makes Dabi's hands heat up on his back before the villain hisses out an apology.

"Sorry, no I'm fine with it if you are." Dabi sounds a little embarrassed now but won't let Hawks move his head from his scar-covered shoulder to see. "Only if you drop the spy shit though."

Hawks winces but lets out a light chuckle. "About that…I haven't given them information in…months." He admits, wiggling back with a whine when he feels cum trying to leak out. "Can you go in again? Leaking."

Dabi blinks in surprise at the bird's admission before he can't help but snort at the request, rearranging them a bit so his half-hard cock can mostly hold it all inside. "Dirty bird."

Hawks lifts his head to blink at him slowly before smirking wickedly. "It's only day one."

Dabi's face pales as he finally thinks with the right head long enough to realize what he's gotten himself into. "You're going to be more cum than hero by the end of this."

Hawks snorts, but trills happily, going back to nuzzling his new mate. "Hopefully."

Out of all the dirty things Dabi had just said, he doesn't know why the hero saying that is what ends up embarrassing him, but he feels the need to hide his face in fluffy blonde hair the best he can. "…I'll do my best then.

There's another happy trill as feathers start flying out of the nest for water and washcloths, both finding themselves too exhausted to actually move for now, but knowing both are necessary.

In the end, this isn't how either planned to properly win the other if ever, but they had to admit it fit them. A crazy start to a crazy relationship.

Yeah, that sounded about right.

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pleathewrites · 2 months

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bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

chapter 3: your victims, they're getting stronger

(summary) | dabihawks, seroroki, todofam!reunion, dabi & aizawa shouta & all might, todoroki touya & league of villains, dabi & giran

Shouta seriously wanted to bang his head against a wall.

“Why are you calling me in? This isn’t my jurisdiction,” He’s a fucking underground hero, for Gods’ sake, not a detective.

It was finally Friday — 'fucking Friday, the last day of the working week!' — and just when he was about to head home and take a well-deserved four-hour nap, he gets a phone call from the city’s primary police headquarters.

“Our apologies, Eraserhead. The suspect-slash-witness requested to specifically speak to you. He hasn’t spoken a word since.”

“What the f — ” Shouta is so confused, “‘Suspect-slash-witness,’ What does that even mean?”

“Uh, look, you should really just come down here, sir.”

Shouta sighs, “Give me ten minutes.”

Nothing could prepare him for the sight of the notorious League of Villains Dabi sitting calmly in the metalled interrogation room — shackled hands clasped casually as an obnoxious whistling tune continuously pushed out of scarred lips — having the audacity to look bored.

Shouta hears his own neck crack when he whips his head towards the head officer who brought him here, “What, exactly, is going on here?”

The lead officer shrugs their shoulders and shakes their head, “He just… walked into the station and told our front desk that he wanted to report the alleged murder of the eldest Todoroki child. We apprehended him, but he didn’t even try to fight back. When we got him here, he just said he wouldn’t say a single word until you came — said he had information that you’d want to know.”

Shouta’s heart thuds loudly in his ears, “Murder of the eldest Todoroki child… Todoroki Fuyumi’s dead?”

But Todoroki Shouto seemed fine in class. In fact, these past two months have been the happiest Shouta’s ever seen his student be. Shouto’s smile is wider, sometimes big enough to even show teeth. He participates in class more, raising his hand so much to the extent that it’s almost become a competition between him and Yaoyorozu Momo to see who could answer Shouta’s questions the fastest. He’s become sharper during his training sessions, focused and determined in a way that finally looks like ambition, instead of a fated burden.

The officer is shaking their head before Shouta really starts to panic, “No, no — the villain, Dabi, said a different name. Our front desk told us the name of the victim was ‘Todoroki Touya’. ”

Shouta has never heard that name in his life.

He takes another look at Dabi through the interrogation glass.

‘Blue eyes, white hair, fire quirk. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.’

He turns to the officer, “Not a single word of this situation leaves this room. The Commission, press, other officers and heroes — no one knows about this until we have everything sorted.”

The officer nods, “Of course.”

Shouta takes a deep breath and mentally prepares himself for the absolute shitshow he’s now inevitably become a part of.

He walks into the interrogation room and sits down in the opposite chair from Dabi. The whistling stops.

“What is your real name, Dabi-san?”

Scarred lips turn up into a smirk and Shouta likens the expression to a lucid zombie. Raw and consciously chilling.

“You’ve figured it out, have you?” and Shouta must have let something slip from his carefully curated mask because the villain’s head falls back in a cackle, “Well, no wonder your students talk so highly of you! My own father didn’t even recognize me — practically had to shout it in his ear!”

Shouta doesn’t know what to say.

He’s always known Endeavor was a particularly gruff man and so, Shouta has tried to keep a close eye on him whenever the hero would make his presence known. However, having a secret villain son was definitely not something Shouta could say he suspected.

Shouta clears his throat, “You told the officers you have information. The kind that I, specifically, would like to hear. I’m here now.”

“Hey, now,” Dabi — ‘Do I address him as Touya? Todoroki?’ — unclasps his hands and lays one flat on the table, “Good things don’t come for free. I’ll tell you everything I know, on my terms.”

‘Ah, negotiations,’ Shouta leans back in his chair and watches the man across him closely. Dabi’s forehead seems to be untouched by scarring so his eyebrows are quite expressive, furrowing into a serious valley, all playful demeanor now lost.

“And what are your terms?”

Dabi raises a thin eyebrow and sits up straighter, blue eyes boring into Shouta with an intensity that makes his skin itch, “I want immunity,” and Shouta represses a scoff — ‘of course’ — until, “For the original League members. I don’t care what you do to me, but I want a guarantee that you will take public legal action against the murderer I name today. If you don’t accept my terms, or if something happens to me, I have people in every corner of Japan who will release everything I know. Your precious Number One Hero will fall and your society will be reduced to shambles,” Dabi slides over a piece of slightly crumpled paper to Shouta, “These people will be under the law’s protection.”

Iguchi Shūichi

Okuta Kagerō

Bubaigawara Jin

Sako Atsuhiro

Shigaraki Tomura

Toga Himiko

Shouta’s eyes widened, “That’s completely out of the question. No amount of information erases the crimes the League has done.”

Hooded and ice-like eyes look up and down Shouta’s body, slowly. The gaze looks lazy, nonchalant, maybe even on the wrong side of vulgar — but it makes Shouta feel like the roles have been completely reversed, like he is the one being watched, studied, profiled.

“Your friend, the one whose body is occupied by Kurogiri — what was his name?” Shouta’s spine stiffens, “Shirakumo Oboro?”

Shouta doesn’t answer, couldn’t answer, not with the way his throat tightens at the memory of seeing his old friend trying to pry his way out of whatever monster they’ve stuffed inside of him.

Shouta says nothing, but it’s exactly the confirmation Dabi needs.

A cadaverous smile stretches its way across the villain's face, “Don’t you want the bastard that did that to him? I’ll give him to you — lead ya straight to him ‘n turn a blind eye when you get your hands on him.”

Shouta tries his best to keep his face emotionless, but his palms ache at the indents his nails have pressed into the skin, “One arrest does not equate to the liberation of six dangerous criminals.”

“Ha! You think that’s the only information I got? Please, that was just a tease,” Dabi rolls his eyes, “Six people are not going to destroy the world. But over a hundred thousand?” Dabi tongues his cheek briefly, “They might have a shot, at least at taking over Japan.”

Shouta’s chest tightens, ‘Over a hundred thousand? Has the League really grown so large? Are there really… over a hundred thousand people who believe in the League’s cause?’

The mere idea feels ludicrous, “Immunity for a single individual is already hard enough to get approved. But for six major villains? Have you lost your mind — Bubaigawara Jin is an S-ranked criminal and Toga Himiko is an A-rank!”

Dabi snaps, “She’s fucking fifteen!”

Shouta’s eyebrows raise at the outburst, “So was the boy you kidnapped. Or did you forget that? You didn’t seem to care about him being fifteen.”

Dabi gives him a disbelieving look, “Oh, you mean the same boy you chained up to a pole and muzzled for millions of viewers to watch…?”

Shouta doesn’t have anything to say to that.

He remembers seeing that terrified look in Bakugou’s eyes when the Commission’s employees held him down and chained him up, the humiliated flush on his face, threatening tears Shouta knew had spilled the moment the boy was alone. He’d vehemently protested afterward, but it didn’t matter by then — the damage was already done, and even his colleagues begged him to drop the matter. He had felt so ashamed of himself.

Dabi speaks up again, and this time, his expression has softened — gone is the sneer, instead replaced with a neutral look, “He was also the strongest one.”

“Fifteen.”

Dabi’s slender finger points at Shouta, “Pot,” then at himself, “Kettle.”

Shouta grits his teeth, “This isn’t helping your case.”

He doesn’t need a lecture from a villain of all people, and he especially doesn’t need said villain to actually make some fair points.

“Look, All For One was after the strongest ‘n the angriest. Out of all your precious students, it was either Bakugou or Shouto. The choice was a no-brainer, and I’d do it all over again. There're only so many people I can give a shit about. ‘M not a hero,” Dabi huffs, looking away from Shouta and crossing his arms.

“No, you are not.”

There’s a moment of silence.

Dabi purses his lips and scratches at the seam of his left wrist.

Shouta speaks up again, “Bakugou told me about the conversation you two had during that time.”

“Don’t really classify that as a conversation.”

Shouta hums, “Yeah. I’d almost call it a ‘lecture’.”

Dabi quiets for a moment, a thoughtful and faraway look on his face, “… What’s his home life like?”

Shouta tilts his head, furrowing his eyes in suspicion, “Why do you ask?”

Saddened blue eyes meet his own, and Dabi says with the utmost sincerity, “I recognize something in him. It’s the same thing that’s in me,” and then that look is gone with a blink and a click of the tongue, “Better check up on that.”

[ 7 months ago, August

Shouta likes to think he’s an observant teacher.

He notices the ways in which Bakugou has changed since Kamino. The boy is not as loud anymore, sticks himself to Kirishima Eijirou whenever he can, makes an effort to actually speak to his classmates instead of straight-up ignoring them, and leaves Midoriya Izuku alone, for the most part.

Shouta also notices the way he constantly tugs at the school-issued tie of his uniform loose at the knot, no longer in rebellion but as if to free himself of some kind of restraint, seeming to breathe a bit easier when his neck is left untouched.

Today, Shouta notices the way Bakugou loiters at the entrance door of his classroom, waiting for everyone to leave until it’s just the two of them alone.

“Sensei?” Bakugou fidgets with the backpack strap on his shoulder, shoulders that are practically hitched up to his ears, “Can I… fuck.”

Shouta tries to make this a bit easier for the boy, “Close the door, take a seat.”

Bakugou does, slipping into his usual seat and looking at his shoes. His vulnerable behavior strikes a chord in Shouta. He knows his students are supposed to soon be the protectors of the city, but he can’t help being reminded that they are still children. Growing, frightened, confused children whose brains haven’t even fully developed. Children who are being thrown into traumatizing situations without the proper facilities to patch their hearts back up.

Shouta clears his throat, “You’ve been… quieter, lately.”

Bakugou picks at a nail, the distraction seeming to help the young boy in loosening his tongue, “Can I ask you something?”

“Always.”

Bakugou puts his hand down, “Is it… Am I fucked-up for being, for thinking — ugh, shit. I don’t know how to say this,” Frustrated hands run through blond spikes.

“Start with the easiest thing,” Shouta says in what he hopes is a gentle enough tone to assure his student that he’s safe and heard.

The boy scowls, his hands fisting and unfisting on the desk table, “I… I’ve been re-evaluating. Coming here…” Shouta’s eyebrows furrow in confusion but he waits for Bakugou to finish, “Bein’ a hero used to mean I was strong and important and, fuckin’ — I don’t know, worth a damn. And, now, all of that, it just feels like a pile of shit.”

Shouta hums in understanding, “Seems like a lot of pressure you’ve put on yourself, placing all your worth on the title of a hero.”

Bakugou lets out a bitter chuckle, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. He’s still not looking at Shouta, and the walls this boy has around him make Shouta’s heart ache.

“Yeah, well. You’ve met my mom. I think bein’ a hero is the only thing she wants from me. After all, it’s me who wasn’t strong enough to prevent — ”

“Bakugou,” Shouta stops the sentence before the boy has a chance to finish it, his voice firm. He will not have his student blaming himself for getting kidnapped.

Bakugou finally looks up and Shouta sees the tears in his eyes.

“You cannot blame yourself for getting kidnapped.”

Bakugo’s chin starts to wobble, “But I-I was the only one. They targeted me because I reminded them of — of their own fucking selves!” Both his fists slam down the desk, and thin twin rivers stream down ruddy cheeks, “I act like a villain, people don’t think I belong here! And… and they were right.”

“No, Baku — ”

“Sensei,” Bakugou begs.

Shouta stops to listen. He tells himself to calm down and reminds himself that his student has more to say and needs someone to listen.

Bakugou takes a breath to calm himself down. He’s been doing that more often — trying to self-soothe, ground himself back to reality, mentally shoving bare toes into the roots of the earth and feel this city’s humidity on his skin, constantly trying to stay present with the company he keeps, “They were right. The way I acted, before… I didn’t realize it until now but, I have so much anger and-and fucking hate just building in me, and I thought I could just work it away, and get stronger and make myself better, but it didn’t change anything.”

The revelation makes the teacher in Shouta proud, but he’s honestly confused about how his student got to this point. Shouta has, admittedly, not had many conversations with Bakugou ever since the kidnapping, but he knows All Might has, “May I ask, then, what has changed?”

Bakugou laughs shortly, bitter and disbelieving, “Is it fucked up to say getting kidnapped changed me for the better?”

Shouta shakes his head, “Bakugou… You didn’t need to go through trauma to change for the better. Trauma doesn’t build inner strength like that. It’s a misconception taught in action films and distasteful hero-propaganda.”

“Shit, Sensei, no, I don’t mean it that way,” Bakugou pinches his nose in frustration for a moment before his carmine eyes settled back onto Shouta, “Gettin' kidnapped ‘n bein' held captive by them was fuckin’… It wasn’t that. It was what he told me.”

“He? Who?”

“That patchwork piece of shit,” Bakugou grumbles, “I thought he was tryin' to convince me to join them but it felt more… Like a warning. Kinda like one of your lectures, but he said it in a way that made me wanna shit my pants.”

Shouta leans back in his chair and hums in curiosity, “Can you tell me what he said?”

And so Bakugou did. ]

“You’re not a very good recruiter.”

“Eh, it’s just my day job.”

A loud metallic bang! resonates through the room, shocking the two men and making them whip their heads at the intrusion.

As if Shouta’s day couldn’t get any weirder, he most certainly would have never, not in his wildest dreams, expected to see Number Two Pro-Hero Hawks, frantic and panting, with none other than his student, Todoroki Shouto — ‘who should be in class’ — in tow.

Shouta mentally resigns himself to the fate of six espresso shots, already mourning the lost hope of any potential blissful naps.

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