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pleathewrites · 1 month

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bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

chapter 1 excerpt — shigadabi heart to heart + dabi's final move read full story here

December

For the past two weeks, Shigaraki hasn’t said anything about the League’s newest recruit. It makes Dabi's skin itch.

Shigaraki doesn’t trust Keigo. Dabi can tell by the way red bloodshot eyes constantly observe the — undercover — hero. He wonders if Shigaraki knows.

Even though Shigaraki thinks so, he and Dabi are not cut from the same cloth — his leader was raised, practically groomed, by the biggest villain of all time. He was told what to do and how to do it. Dabi was rarely raised, especially not after his mother was sent away. His life has been on the line his entire life, demanding him to learn when to trust his gut and how to keep himself alive.

Still, they both haven’t gotten this far by being naive.

When Keigo left for the night, “I should get going, have patrol tomorrow. Do you wanna… come over?” and Dabi shook his head no, Shigaraki had beckoned his lieutenant to his room with a silent tilt of his chin.

He hasn’t really let himself be alone with Keigo after introducing the hero to the League, to Shigaraki. Dabi doesn’t quite know what to do with Keigo’s newly found possessive attitude. It was so easy, in the privacy of Dabi’s apartment, away from both their realities and other people, tucked in his little cocoon of dreams and heat. Outside that, though, Dabi realizes how fucking complicated he’s made things by letting Keigo kiss him that first night. By continuing to kiss him all those following nights.

Which leads him here. In this great big mess.

They’re in Shigaraki’s new room. It’s big, bigger than any of the hideouts the League previously would hole up in, and it’s spacious, decorated with quality furniture — a king-sized bed and a black-and-gold-trimmed divan sofa.

Shigaraki had sat on his bed, and Dabi had a guilty suspicion that he wanted Dabi to sit next to him, so the patchwork man made sure to sit on the divan across from him, just to avoid any potential situations.

Shigaraki looks tired, more so than usual under these dim overhead lights. His eye bags are puffier than usual, the area surrounded by irritatedly-red scratch marks. Dabi knows his leader had recently taken a shower because his shaggy white hair is frizzier than usual, wild without a few days worth of oil and stress. His mouth looks ashen, lips probably dry from soap and forgetting to use the chapstick Compress had bought for him. Dabi can’t help but remember how they felt pressed against his own.

Being conventionally hideous himself, Dabi learned how to find beauty in destroyed things.

He thinks Shigaraki is beautiful. He thinks it’s a form of the kind of ‘beautiful’ that reflects in Keigo’s eyes when they lie in Dabi’s bed and the bird won’t stop staring.

Shigaraki’s voice is grating, though Dabi thinks it could be classified as having its own charm, “How do you know you can trust Hawks?”

‘Shit,’ Dabi forgot why he was here. He never really prepared an answer to this question. Very poor planning on his part, he knows.

He overlooks the truth of Keigo’s intentions and thinks about what he’s often thought about since Keigo started frequenting his apartment. About the kind of stories Keigo shares, his frustrations and his hurt, about the things Keigo has said that makes something in Dabi want to try and persuade the hero to join the League’s side for real.

He’s honest when he answers, “Just like he’s told the other members, he thinks this society’s shit. Corrupt. Seems like he has a bone to pick.” Shigaraki’s eyes roll and, ‘yeah,’ Dabi knows his answer was pretty bad. While trying to maintain his facade of nonchalance, Dabi hastily adds, “He did kill that hero. Best Jeanist,” He shrugs his stiff shoulders and hopes it looks normal, “That counts for something in my books.”

Shigaraki, of course, still thinks it's all a crock of shit.

“Are you serious, Dabi?” He sneers, “What does the Number Two Hero understand at all about us? About the way this society has treated us when he looks like that?”

Dabi gets it. He still gaslights, “Hey, now, Shiggy. Don’t judge a book by its cover, ‘n all that.”

Shigaraki starts to itch his neck, and Dabi feels so fucking guilty.

“You never take anything seriously. This is fuckin’ dangerous, and so fuckin’ stupid, and you’re just making jokes!”

Shigaraki is itching so hard that Dabi can hear it, the gritty scritch scritch scritch, from where he sits, two meters away.

Usually, the members know it’s best to just let their leader scratch whatever stresses out — but the pained grimace, and the actual fall of skin flakes, and the o verwhelming fucking guilt of basically helping the Number Two Hero infiltrate their sacred space makes Dabi move.

He grabs the small hotel lotion from Shigaraki’s dresser and sits next to the man, grabbing his wrist with a soft, “Stop.”

He thinks the shock of his actions is what causes Shigaraki to obey.

He squirts a small amount of lotion on his fingers, “D’you mind?”

Red eyes open in vulnerability, and Shigaraki looks mildly scared. Dabi mentally curses and is about to hand over the bottle of lotion to the leader, ‘probably more comfortable with doing it himself, what was I thinkin’, just touching him like that,’ before Shigaraki’s eyes soften back to their trademark squint, and he tilts his neck in offering.

Silently, Dabi uses the lotion-less hand to move Shigaraki’s curtain of hair out of the way to apply the cream to cracked skin.

Shigaraki lets out a soft hiss, and Dabi murmurs an apology. As he works the lotion into the skin, he says, “I know this is your thing, Handjob, but itchin’ yourself to death isn’t gonna win us the war.”

Shigaraki grumbles, “Fuck off. Letting in a traitor won’t help us win, either.”

Dabi chuckles lightly, “Don’t worry about the pigeon. I’ll keep him in check,” which is, at least, half a lie. A white lie, if Dabi wants to go as far as to lie to himself.

“What if he ruins us?” and the softness in Shigaraki's voice is not at all what Dabi expected. It’s almost a whisper, and it feels like there’s a double meaning weaved in there, and Dabi feels so fucking guilty.

Because if Keigo goes through with it, if he betrays Dabi, it won’t be the Number Two Hero that leads the League to their ruin, it will be Dabi.

The lotion is fully absorbed — has been for some time now. Dabi may have heated his fingers a bit to distract Shigaraki from any itching sensations, and he thinks it worked. The leader seems calm, so Dabi pulls his hand away.

“Take precautions,” Dabi finds himself saying, “Compress is dependable and doesn’t like to talk shop much anyways. Lunatic’s halfway in her own world, but she knows how to keep secrets. I don’t think she trusts new people that much, no matter how much she likes them. Same with the Lizard. He’s almost stupidly loyal to you. Two-Face, though, he likes to talk, so don’t tell him the really important stuff ahead of time. And don’t tell me.”

Shigaraki’s eyes narrow, “Really? The leader of my Vanguard Squad can’t keep his mouth shut?”

“Precautions, man,” Dabi shrugs honestly, “Who knows, maybe the Bird has a friend with a truth quirk and they jump me.”

Shigaraki nods, and Dabi hands out the bottle of lotion to him. He takes it, “This stuff smells like shitty flowers.”

“Better than itching all your skin off. Take it from me, y’wanna keep as much of it as you can.”

He winks, and Shigaraki crinkles his nose in disgust.

When Dabi thinks about it, Shigaraki makes sense for him, they make sense for each other. ‘What on Earth am I doing with Keigo?’ Keigo knows Dabi’s story, sure, and has a few horror stories of his own, but does he feel Dabi’s conviction with the same burning passion Shigaraki does?

Shigaraki looks at Dabi like he’s waiting for Dabi, like he wants to burn the world down with Dabi and be his partner in crime. Keigo looks at Dabi like he’s savoring Dabi, like he wants to take Dabi away from the world and be the hero that Touya spent countless nights waiting for.

It’s so confusing. What does Dabi want?

‘The death of one man,’ he tells himself, over and over again, until it erases every other thought.

The guilt makes him lose his mind a little, in the end.

So, Dabi let himself have one last Christmas. He lets himself go out with the memory of Toga’s attempt at caroling and Twice’s excitement at finally having a ‘family photo’ where he can reveal his face. Gives himself the mercy of seeing Shigaraki’s cheeks flush at the anonymous present of a soft grey-fleece pajama-set, and hearing Spinner’s cackles grow louder with each sip of eggnog.

At the last second of his death, Dabi will summon the soft memory of Keigo’s smile pressed against his lips when a mischievous red feather floated above their heads carrying mistletoe, the way his lined eyes lidded to the point Dabi could see all three of his eyelids and his warm taloned hand made a home at the scarless curve of Dabi’s waist, wishing him a, “Very Merry Christmas, Hot Stuff.”

He doesn’t say goodbye, only leaves with a soft, “Goodnight.”

It takes about a week to get his affairs in order. He doesn’t have much, but the little he does is spread evenly amongst the League and Keigo — his first-ever switchblade to Toga, all of his favorite movies to Twice, his Stain-inspired works and poems to Spinner, his favorite medical-grade all-natural moisturizers to Shigaraki, and the secret stash of his most cherished childhood photos to Keigo. He likes to think the Bird would want to remember him in this way, too — not only a rotten and damaged man, but once a smiling and loving brother with fat cheeks and pinked skin.

He writes up a makeshift will to arrive at Giran’s doorstep after the announcement of his death, along with the tapes he pre-recorded revealing his identity and outlining all of Todoroki Enji’s crimes, with the inclusion of all the dirt he’s managed to scrape up on top heroes over the last decade and recently, with the oddly-eager bits of much-too-important information Keigo has been slipping into his hands since the hero found out his real name.

Dabi breathes slowly.

Today is the day.

“Todoroki Enji!” He calls out.

Dabi memorized the patrol schedule Keigo had given him a few months ago, and knows exactly which city Endeavor is going to be lurking around.

“Come ‘n face me, you fuckin’ coward!”

Blue fire surrounds the streets, and it’s enough warning to make every single citizen in the area run away, as far as they can. Terrified screams fill the area and it’s still not enough to draw the Number One Hero out.

The heat is already so suffocating.

Anger rips through him, and he uses it to make his location known, clapping his hand above him and shooting a giant line of blue fire towards the sky, a swirling vortex that would have made his father’s eyes gleam with pride a lifetime ago.

Red fire glints in the sky above him like a comet.

‘Finally.’

That red fire races down to swirl around the pillar Dabi has created, and he almost thinks it looks glorious.

A second later, the fire is gone and the ground rumbles under Dabi’s feet. He lets go of his own fire, and stares down his father.

“Have you come with another Nomu?” Enji asks, his flaming face practically radiating with familiar fury.

Dabi’s laugh is so manic, he feels at least three staples pop, “It’s just you ‘n me, old man.”

The skin of his hands scream in agony, but for the first time in his life, Dabi welcomes the pain, embraces the consequences his body sets upon him as he will be damned if he dies in self-hatred.

“I do not understand your goal here, Villain, but you will not succeed.”

Dabi hears the faint sounds of others approaching, and knows he cannot waste anymore time.

“Oh really?” Dabi moves forward, slowly, with the grace of a cat circling its prey, and Endeavor’s stance begins to shift, “Is the great Todoroki Enji going to kill me…” His grin stretches wider and blood starts to streak down his chin and drip from his neck, “Again?”

From the corner of his eye, two smaller bodies have joined Endeavor, slightly behind him, as if waiting for the hero’s que.

Endeavor’s expression minutely shifts, “Again?” and his tone becomes indignant, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but who are you to use my name so freely!”

Blue fire begins to lick up his arms, and Dabi registers his body start to shake, “Really… Even up this close — you can’t even recognize me? You did this to me!”

He’s in the air before he knows it, blue fire propelling his feet to push towards the hero at infinite speed, hands out and aiming for his father’s face.

His father catches his burning hands with his own, an obviously pained wince that gives Dabi a sick amount of joy. His fire has always been hotter than his father’s, and unlike Dabi, Enji has never had the training to handle it.

For the first time, it is Enji who cries out in pain.

A heinous laughter rips through Dabi’s throat, and he’s nose-to-nose with his father, his eyes so wide that the staples strain and blood trails his cheeks, “Aren’t you so proud of me, Daddy? Look how strong I’ve become!”

Dabi sees the exact moment Enji recognizes him. The horror across his face is both immensely euphoric and horribly painful.

“To...uya…?”

The smell of burning flesh fills his nose. His skin feels like it’s bubbling, blisters forming, and his seams are melting apart.

Blue eyes much like his own frantically move across Dabi’s face, desperately flicking from his eyes to his eyebrows to his forehead.

Dabi never got around to dying his white roots.

There is no red fire anymore, yet the large hands that grasp his own tighten.

“Touya.”

All of Dabi’s self control snaps, and blue fire erupts everywhere, completely engulfing father and son. Dabi is going to burn them to ash and send them straight to Hell.

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cartoonfuel · 8 months

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My Hero Academia commission for @funneylizzie!

Title: The Last Thing I Do

Summary: This is it. The final showdown between Deku and the League of Villains. But All For One knows Izuku’s ultimate weakness:

Saving people.

Warnings: HEAVY ANGST, canon-typical violence, mild swearing, includes some manga/anime spoilers

Word Count: 2.3K

Mind the tags and enjoy!

“Shigaraki, we have to end this!” Izuku shouted at the S-Rank villain across from him, actively using Float to maintain higher ground. Below them, several students, pro heroes, and villains were battling to the death. “Can’t you see All For One has been using you and your power this entire time?”

“Shut up, shut up!” Tomura Shigaraki hissed, sending a parade of attacks in the young hero’s direction. Midoriya practically teleported out of the way, instinctively hurling Blackwhip towards his rival. The villain was quick to catch Deku’s Blackwhip with one hand and yanked the boy forward. Luckily for Izuku, he was used to villains grabbing ahold of Blackwhip to try and use it against him. Using the momentum Shigaraki had generated, Deku swung his right leg upward and landed an attack right underneath the villain’s jaw. Shigaraki was sent flying skyward, though he quickly repositioned himself and locked eyes with Deku once again. “You little shit,” he snarled, winding up another powerful attack from above.

On the ground, Midoriya rolled his shoulders and then used the energy stored by Fa Jin to skyrocket into the sky and match Shigaraki’s altitude, dually dodging multiple attacks. “Please,” Deku insisted. “Just stop and think for a moment. For thirty seconds, even!”

“I said shut up, you pathetic little pest!” Shigaraki repeated, going ballistic with Quirks and attacks. “I’m done letting All Might’s protege get in my way!” After several more punches, kicks, and various exchanges of power, Deku used Smokescreen to surround and blind Shigaraki. Considering the amount of Quirks both Tomura and Izuku wielded, they had learned it was generally more difficult for the two to predict each others’ moves and battle strategies. For example, up until this very moment, Deku wasn’t even sure if Shigaraki had the ability to fly—or hover? Whatever Quirk it was, Tomura was managing to manipulate the skies in the same way Deku was.

During a brief moment of recovery, Izuku pleaded one more time. “I think you and I are more similar than we realize, Tomura,” he announced bravely, his yellow cape flowing in the breeze. “Or should I call you Tenko?”

“What the hell do you want, brat?” Shigaraki retorted, panting as raindrops began to collect on his painfully tattered face. “A heart-to-heart or something? Don’t you realize this is the path I’ve chosen for myself? For a rotten society that deserves nothing but judgement?”

“Sure!” Deku replied happily, his prominent smile catching Tomura off guard. “A moment like that would be nice. You know, like when we met at the mall.”

All of a sudden, everything stopped. The ongoing war below, the rain, literal minutes themselves, all coming to an immediate halt. It felt as if time on a clock had just run out, and all the earth had gone completely still. Izuku and Shigaraki were awkwardly staring at one another while frozen in midair, their eyes and eyelids being the only objects capable of movement inside whatever realm this was. The next time Deku blinked, the world had gone pitch black with him and Shigaraki suspended in nothingness.

A haunting voice called out from the darkness. “Tomura, humor me for a moment.” It was clearly the voice of All For One, and it enraged Midoriya so much that he reminded himself of Bakugo for a brief moment. All For One himself then manifested behind Shigaraki, two large hands descending upon the villain’s shoulders. It creepily reminded Deku of Shigaraki’s previous ensemble. “I am your family. I would never abandon you. I saved you. This boy, this… Deku… Seems to think otherwise.” The way he pronounced Midoriya’s hero name was belittling beyond belief, dripping with a venomous disgust only the antithesis of heroism could muster. “I believe he also considers himself your savior. Your personal hero. And he claims I’ve only damaged you. Kind of absurd, don’t you think?”

Tomura remained silent. Deku wasn’t entirely sure if the villain’s meekness was intentional or if it was because the two of them were unable to move. He also wondered if the quietness was at all related to fear.

“Well, Tomura? I’d love to hear your thoughts on the matter.” All For One faded into the background and reappeared behind Midoriya, his hands resting on the boy in the exact same fashion as they did a moment ago with Shigaraki. “And I imagine Izuku Midoriya is on the edge of his seat in anticipation, too! So do tell, Tomura.”

With a snap of his fingers, All For One vanished and Midoriya found himself at the Kiyashi Ward Mall with Shigaraki’s hand carefully wrapped around his throat—except this time, he and Shigaraki were both dressed in their current day attire.

“Don’t kill me yet,” was the first thing Midoriya uttered to Shigaraki, well aware of the position he was in.

“Thirty seconds,” Tomura growled, his grip tightening. Midoriya glanced in the villain’s direction, locating vermillion eyes hidden behind white strands of hair. “Got it?”

Midoriya knew he could easily get out of this considering the many Quirks he possessed. He also knew this may be the only chance he had at swaying Tenko and pulling him out of this depressive abyss he’d unwillingly fallen into.

In other words, he dare not waste this opportunity.

“Tomura… Tenko,” Deku corrected himself. “I know he is your Master and you care for him, but does All For One care for you?”

Deku felt Shigaraki’s fifth finger, but only for half a second or so. Luckily, it was lifted almost immediately after making contact. “Of course he does. I’m his most trusted and important pawn...his king.”

Midoriya raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Like in chess,” Shigaraki explained. “I’m the most important player on the board.”

“I don’t think so,” Deku swallowed nervously. “There are no kings on this chessboard you’re talking about. Only the player and the pawns. You and I are exactly the same. He’s been manipulating you ever since the day you both met.”

“That was almost twenty years ago. Do you really think I’m going to just throw all of that in the trash? Besides, hasn’t All Might done the same with you?”

“There’s a difference between student and master versus puppet and puppet master. This—all your pain—will never stop until you’re able to cut the strings holding you back.”

“But he saved me—”

“All For One stole you away from the world to benefit himself,” Midoriya paused, desperately hoping Shigaraki wasn’t keeping track of the thirty seconds that had already come and gone. “I can’t speak for all pro heroes, but if I could somehow go back in time to when it would have mattered most, I would reach a hand out to Tenko Shimura with a smile on my face and prioritize his safety and happiness over all else.”

In that moment, Shigaraki’s fifth fingertip came to rest on Izuku’s skin.

Though he had been anticipating it, Midoriya felt no pain.

No decay.

Nothing.

He must’ve been holding back, controlling it, Deku assumed.

“I honestly think you’d have a great testimony, Tenko,” Midoriya added calmly, his gaze darting between Shigaraki and the countless civilians minding their own business inside the mall.

“Tch,” Shigaraki scoffed, his own gaze landing on a familiar individual.

On Ochaco Uraraka.

“Uh,” she commented with wide eyes, “Deku?”

Midoriya stared at her, remembering the moment like it was yesterday.

“Is that a friend?” Ochaco asked, arms straight at her sides. “No, that can’t be right. Uh, hey, let go of him.”

“This isn’t real,” Deku reminded himself, taking a deep breath.

BOOM.

A sudden explosion sent Midoriya and Shigaraki flying away from one another, the illusion of the mall vanishing in an instant. Deku noticed Shigaraki had been knocked unconscious by the unexpected attack and both of them were plummeting to the ground. “Tenko!” Deku called out, but the villain didn’t respond.

A soft but strong voice reverberated around Midoriya, a gentle hand coming to rest on his shoulder. “What are you waiting for?” It was Nana Shimura’s spirit, the Seventh User of One For All. “Float and catch him! I can feel it. You’re so close to saving him. But there is more work to be done!”

Izuku responded immediately, zipping towards Tomura—but he somehow wasn’t fast enough. All For One had reappeared behind Deku, grabbing one of his ankles and throwing him further from Shigaraki. “Leave him be, Izuku Midoriya,” All For One snickered. “He’s not yours to save.”

“You aren’t making any sense!” Izuku yelled, green sparks of lightning surrounding his battered and bruised body. “We’re miles into the air. When he hits the ground, it doesn’t matter how much of your power has been infused into him. He’ll get hurt!” He immediately forced himself downward in hopes of catching up to Tomura.

“He belongs to me,” All For One declared, appearing beneath Deku and powerfully kicking him back into the clouds. “You only care to save him because he’s showing signs of transformation, of weakness,” All For One’s voice rang out, loud enough to cause Deku’s ears to bleed. What a vile Quirk. “I’m here to tell you that you’re wrong.”

“That’s not true at all!”

All For One then attempted to attack Deku once more, but Danger Sense picked up on the attack and allowed for Midoriya to find an opening and escape, continuing in his pursuit of Shigaraki. “You could save him,” All For One’s voice clawed its way inside of Izuku’s brain. “Or you could save her.”

Deku’s breath hitched and he stopped falling, his eyes wandering toward the spot on the ground where Himiko Toga had been fighting Ochaco.

Except she was no longer there.

“Dammit,” Izuku hissed, eyes glowing green the exact moment he glanced upward to see All For One with his hand wrapped around Uraraka’s throat.

“Don’t you see?” All For One’s sinister chuckle drilled a hole into Deku’s mind. “Tomura has so much to learn,” the villain of all villains scoffed, Tenko continuing to dive toward the ground.

“Let her go,” Midoriya growled, rings of electric energy emanating from his body.

All For One laughed darkly. “So easy. Just like that, you forget all about him.”

“I’m going to save them both!”

The monster hovering above Deku cackled relentlessly, tilting his chin toward the girl in his grasp. “You know what would be helpful, Uravity?”

She glared at him angrily, refusing to provide him with a response. Her Quirk was powerless against him as they floated in the air together.

“Your power,” he replied to himself. “Or taking it for myself, rather. Maybe, down the road, I’ll find another unsuspecting child to use to my liking, gifting it to them…”

An agonizing scream ripped itself from Deku’s throat. “No!” the boy shouted, zipping toward All For One and his classmate.

All For One vanished, reappearing below Midoriya. He brought an open palm to Ochaco’s face, physically threatening to steal Zero Gravity.

Ever taunting, ever calculating, ever manipulating, All For One smiled eerily as he witnessed Deku’s mortified reactions.

The next time Deku raced toward All For One to attack, he was met by the vicious Quirk of another enemy and sent spiraling downward.

It seemed Shigaraki had reawakened and recovered, eager to beat Midoriya to a pulp without a moment’s hesitation. Deku slammed into the ground, coughing as he watched blood pour out from his side.

“Ochaco…” he stuttered, clutching his torso to combat the pain.

And then he watched in horror as Ochaco was released by All For One, falling to the earth.

Why wasn’t she floating?

Deku attempted to stand up, eyes going wide as soon as he identified Toga dashing toward him. The villainess attempted to slash his neck with one of her knives, but he easily kicked her away and propelled to where Uraraka was going to hit the ground.

After landing on his injured side, he weakly hopped to his feet and jumped toward her, Ochaco landing in his arms. Despite having the ability to fly, Midoriya eventually fell to the floor, letting her rest on top of him.

All of a sudden, Deku locked eyes with Dabi standing in the distance, his charred flesh and white hair glowing in the moonlight now that the rain had come to an end.

Blue flames danced their way towards the two of them, Midoriya impulsively hiding the girl in his arms from hellish onslaught of fire. In this moment, he noticed Ochaco was conscious, but her eyes seemed empty.

A wave of cold air caught Deku’s attention, the source of the sudden drop in temperature standing between them and Toya. “Don’t worry, Midoriya,” Todoroki’s voice was music to the hero’s ears. “I’ll handle him. You take care of her, you hear?”

Midoriya’s eyes scanned the atmosphere above him, noting the sudden disappearance of All For One and Tomura Shigaraki.

Another familiar voice entered the scene. “Get out of here, Deku!” Bakugo dropped down next to Todoroki. Katsuki glanced over his shoulder at his childhood friend, excited sparks leaping from the palms of his hands. “She needs you.”

Midoriya nodded, momentarily finding a place of solitude for the both of them to rest. He gently laid her on the ground, tears running from the outside corners of her eyes to her ears.

“I’m sorry,” she croaked. He grabbed her wrist, inspecting the pads of her fingertips.

They were smooth, a sign of her Quirk having left her body. He held her hand tightly in his. “Don’t apologize.”

“I failed,” she squeaked, sniffling. “I failed my parents. What am I supposed to do?”

“Don’t talk like that,” Izuku snapped, his thumb caressing the dip in her wrist.

He embraced her, careful not to hurt her.

“I’m getting your Quirk back if it’s the last thing I do.”

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kisasan · 9 months

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“In another life…”

“I would be your girl

We keep all our promises

Be us against the world…”

“In another life

I would make you stay

So I don't have to say

You were the one that got away

The one that got away…”

#mha #bnha #mha 395 #bnha 395 #toga himiko #uraraka ochacho #togachaco #togaocha #toga x uraraka #song lyrics #lyric quotes #why I’m doing this to myself #i cried while making this #i cried while writing this #the angst is real #it hurts so much #i love this series sm #i love them so much 😭#sobs and cries

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musedriven · 18 days

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@mayhemmybeloved here, a lighter cuter thing, for shin <3

one of these times she was going to get caught sneaking around like this. she knew it was dangerous and that it wasn't like she was doing it for any real reason. she just... she wanted to feel 'normal' again. for just a moment she wanted to have a crush on a classmate, hang out with friends between classes, and gossip over a warm lunch. she wanted friends her age who had the same thoughts and feelings she did and she wanted to not have to deal with being a wanted criminal.

all she had to do was make sure she didn't run into 'herself'.

" ah! sorry, I wasn't paying attention... are you alright? "

#c; the red means i love you. ( toga himiko )#v; toga // i just wanna love live and die my way. ( plf )#'lighter and cuter' i say while also throwing in the angst of toga just wanting to be a teenage girl despite everything--#mayhemmybeloved

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dabisdelishuscuhhm · 10 months

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♡♥︎𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒂 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓♥︎♡

♡ This one's for the gayyyyyysss♥︎

Warnings: a bit of angst ~*。♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡✧*。

The cold breeze hit your heated face as you continued your late night run. You breathe in the crisp twilight air through flared nostrils. You ignored your urge to pant, relishing the feeling of your lungs collapsing. Your not so nice family was getting to you. You needed to clear your head and, like some masochist, running helps.

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as you re-play your family's homophobic words in your head. The same words they assume you would laugh at, and you did, at least you faked it. Their homophobia wasn't really a secret but it hurt. It hurts to know that your family wouldn't support you if they knew you who you really are. It hurts to know that your own flesh and blood would leave you homeless and cut off if they knew who you really are. It hurts.

A million words sped through your mind, words of self preservation, the little voice in your head trying it's best to console you. Though you grew up around homophobia and the church, you never let the hatred seep into you and you never let it ball into self hate either. You knew what they thought was wrong even before you knew you liked girls. You were smart. You were strong. You are strong.

I AM strong! Fuck them! I'm gonna milk them of all the fucking money I can to finish college then ghost them. They don't deserve me. I've got 1..2 years left! I can do this. I'm strong. I'm the sexiest person alive; homophobia is only here to.. humble.. me..... Is someone?... Huh..

Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of eyes burning into your back through your tank top. The summer heat persuaded you to leave your jacket home but, suddenly, you are regretting that decision. The sensation of somebody watching you leaving you feeling naked.

Your pace began to slow down and the atmosphere began to thicken as you sensed a god awful aura following you. One filled with lust, anger and possession. The energy around you made your mind run a thousand miles a second.

"~You really are a pretty one, aren't you?~"

Your thoughts came to an abrupt halt along with your jogging. Fear kept you frozen in your position as you heard the footsteps of the one who spoke those lust laced words approach you.

The moonlight caressed her features beautifully. The soft light made the twinkle in her saffron eyes dance and made her matching golden hair glisten. A shade of roseate dusted her cheeks as she let her alluring words slither to your ears again.

~"I've been watching you for a long time, love. You really are just the prettiest up close.~♡"

She stopped an inch away from your face so you admire her features a bit more, noticing a spot of crimson. A drop off blood that seemed to be freshly splattered onto her face caught your eye before a sharp blade caresses your thigh.

~" Why don't you follow me, Y/n~" she smiled.

A shakey breath you didn't notice you were holding in escaped your parted lips as you responded, "y-yeah okay".

She showed a toothy smile and grabbed a hold of your wrist, pulling you as she ran.

You continue running along side her for what feels like forever. You feel somewhat free next to the blonde who's pretty much kidnapping you. The cool air feels refreshing once more. Your eyes meet the girl's body again as you wonder what she meant by she's been watching you for a long time. You stop and you tug on the arm she has a hold of.

"Huh-" you cut her off with a kiss.

You didn't know why you did. It just felt right.

She kissed back, biting your lip before forcing her tongue into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss then stumbled backwards. Himiko's eager hands roam along your body. Your body was burning with heat, a heat the frigid air around you couldn't cool. Toga's fingers tiptoe to your lower half. Her hands lightly groped your ass before dragging to the exposed skin below your skirt, playing with the fabric then delicately digging her sharp nails into the soft flesh of your thigh.

You touched the other woman with equal sensuality. You clawed your fingers up her marshmallow thighs. Your middle and ring fingernails were cleanly cut short while the rest of your nails grew long and sharp. They were cut for your own self pleasure but it came in handy for something else.

You let your digits slither up her navy blue, pleated skirt. They went straight for the soaked cloth between her legs. You sank your fingers into the fabric before caressing the most sensitive part hidden under it. Toga gasped as you continue to tease her clit, her arousal dripping onto your fingers.

You finally withdraw from the kiss for air, something you forgot existed for a while. You peered into her honey colored eyes salaciously as you move your lips to her cherry dusted ear and breathlessly spoke.

"You look so...familiar, who the fu..ck are you~ and what do you mean you've been watching me for a while?" You say between soft pants.

You watch as the soft cherry that sprinkled her cheeks and ears turn into a dark ruby. She bit her lip and looked up into your eyes.

" Well~uhm~ I'm a vill~ain so you've probably recognize me from the news or something~~ I've been stalking you for a while~ haaa~ you're so perfect~♡︎" she replied, her voice drizzled with moans.

"You WHAT NOW?" you respond, a normal reaction to that information, "ya know what? I'm not even," you sigh.

Toga giggles at your reaction.

"Whyyyy.......do you have blood on your face?"you inquire as you slowly retract your steps, cautiously pulling your hands away from her.

"They," she began shakily as remembers that happened earlier that night, rage slowly crept back into her body,"They hurt you, they had to pay!"

"Wh-who's "they"," you asked as you began to unconsciously hold your breath.

"Your..."she trailed off as she looked down at her shoes, playing with her fingers.

"Myyyy....?"

"I killed your parents," she said before biting her lip.

Toga looked up at you through her eyelashes. She stepped closer to you and reached her hand out and caressed your forearm before tangling her fingers with yours.

"~They're gone now. They can't hurt you anymore," she whispered.

You just stood there. You didn't know what to think, what to feel. An uncomfortable mix of relief and fear washed over you. You let your vision slowly cloud. You were frozen, you couldn't think to blink. The girl in front of you smiled a comforting smile. You hate that you thought the person who just murdered your family was cute, but she's fucking adorable right now.

How the fuck am I supposed to feel right now? They're dead. Dead dead. She.. she could hurt me too.

Your mind began to race. Toga watched as the panic slowly set into your face then entire body.

"I-its okay y/n d-dont cry", she pleaded feebly,"Please."

You pulled your hand to yourself and ran. You ran and ran and ran.

I'm fucking tired of running at this point. My legs hurt. I just wanna go back home, take a freezing cold shower, lay in my soft warm bed and snuggle with my stuffed animals. I only wanted to cool off, go on a run, clear my mind like a healthy mentally stable person for once, but fuck no. Everything just had to go to shit, just like everything in my life. Hol up? Where the fuck am I?

You stop in your tracks and looked around. You realize that you're nowhere close to your neighborhood but you don't care enough to panic even more about it. It's not like you had some sort of family to go home to anyways.

You sat down on the cold concrete sidewalk and cried. You forgot everything and just cried. The blonde's sickeningly sweet smile flashed in your mind and her words followed, "They can't hurt you anymore". She was right. They can't hurt you anymore. You'll most likely get all their money too. Maybe it's not all bad. Maybe...

Your body suddenly tensed and, as if on que, her voice slithered to your ears again.

"You're such a pretty crier, love~♡"

Her voice was the last thing you heard before your world of vision slowly faded into darkness.

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♡ Happy pride month sluutsss♡

☆not me just venting the entire story-☆

#bnha #lime #toga himiko #toga x y/n #toga x fem!reader #fanfic #lov x reader #league of villains #light angst #one shot

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ao3feed-todoroki · 15 days

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#AO3 Link #🔞#AO3 Hotwings #♥#Dabihawks #Hotwings #Shouto Todoroki #Enji Todoroki #Fuyumi Todoroki #Toga Himiko #🔥#🏮#🐦#⚣#R:E #A:Sugammadex #Angst

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amagicancan · 6 months

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ochaco x toga changed my life if you had told middle school me i wouldn’t have believed you

they are in love enemies to lovers angst slow burn girl love girl murder villain gf x hero teenagers against the world doomed from the start, but doing all they can to fight the odds

#give me more sad girl love with painful angst and emotion plz #i was gonna use the FAMOUS other panel but would b spoilers so no #THERES SO MUCH IN THE MANGA #toga using uruaka’s quirk’ going to her after twice’ TRAGEDY #i haven’t caught up but when i do ik i will cry for them #dami.speaks<3 #mha #my hero academia #toga himiko #ochaco uraraka

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ochqko-kinnie · 2 years

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sad mha headcannons

!! HEAVY TRIGGER WARNING FOR SELF H@RM, SA, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, AND MENTAL ILLNESSES !! PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE IF ANY OF THESE MIGHT TRIGGER YOU, STAY SAFE <3

ALSO POSSIBLE MANGA SPOILERS!!!

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-midoryia has considered suicide multiple times, before joining UA he had several plans but was to scared to execute them

-bakugo is a sexual assault survivor, he hates himself for not fighting back and has frequent nightmares about it, he's never told anyone and never plans to in fear of being seen as weak, not even his parents know even though it was one of their business friends who still frequently comes over to their house

-todoroki has so many PTSD triggers, the smallest things can trigger a panic attack, whenever he has one he isolates himself until he feels safe enough to be around others again, he also hasn't cried in years because endeavor pushed down his throat that it wasn't ok for him to cry, even when he wants to he never can, and he tries to encourage others to show emotions since he feels like he'll never be able to

-kirishima struggles with depression and self harm, and he hates himself sometimes but covers it up with a manly persona

-kaminari is extremely lonely, he spent most of his life alone and his old friends would make fun of him for being so energetic, now whenever he catches himself being loud he tends to shut down and stop talking in fear of being annoying

-uraraka has an eating disorder and often forgets to eat, she doesn't realize how hungry she is since she's so used to just not eating anything at all

-iida was severely bullied at his old schools for being "uptight" and a "know it all", the only times people would be kind to him was when they wanted answers for homework or tests, this gave him really bad trust issues and he sometimes second guesses his friendships in fear that they only put up with him cause he's smart

-momo was used by her old "friends" for her wealth, they'd make her buy expensive things for them and only ever wanted her to hang out with them when they'd go shopping, she eventually caught on and stopped talking to them which resulted in a lot of bullying

-deep deep down, shigaraki doesn't want any of this, all he wanted was for someone to save him and all he wants is for people to understand and help him

-toga hates herself. she hates how she acts and how she looks. she hates that nobody really likes her. she hates her quirk. she truly believes she'll never find anyone who'll ever love her. she sees herself as a freak.

-dabi doesn't think he'll ever find forgiveness, he doesn't think he deserves it and he doesn't think he can ever forgive anyone for what they did. he hates how much he hates everything, he's really scared that he'll never feel anything but hate ever again

#boku no hero academia #mha #my hero headcanons #mha todoroki #my hero academia #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #shoto todoroki #tenya iida #ochako uraraka #denki kaminari #eijiro kirishima #tomura shiragaki #mha dabi #touya todoroki #himiko toga #mha angst #mha angst headcannons #momo yaoyozoru

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