#yandere toya todoroki x reader

[yandere-mha-blog]

Part 9

word count: 2518

Your ex tracks you down and Keigo teaches him a lesson :)

Yandere boyfriend Hawks x reader x yandere ex boyfriend Dabi

Your first reaction to seeing your ex-boyfriend in your doorway was to slam the door shut in his face.

Dab kept the door open with his arm and tried to push the door open, you were putting your whole body weight on the door.

“Hey, I said I need to talk to you,” Dabi said as he kept his hand on the doorknob

“How did you even find me!” you yelled as you kept trying to close the door 

“Well it would have been easier to call you if you hadn't blocked me on everything,” he said as he pushed the door open nearly knocking you down. He kept standing in the doorway, arms crossed and looking at you.  “Still your little friend posted a photo of you and him, and Kent found out where he went, it was actually kind of easy.”

You stood your ground and kept glaring at him.

“Oh don't look at me like that.” He said, “If anything I'm the one who should be upset here.”

“Excuse me.” you said, “you kicked me out of your house and made me walk home in the middle of the night alone, with no shoes!”

“I wouldn't have kicked you out if you weren't a damn liar.”

“You said we were done!” you yelled back at him

“And I need to talk to you,” he said

“There isn't anything left for you to say Dabi,” you said

“Come on I said you can call me Toya when it's just the two of us,” he said and stepped into your apartment

“Get out.” you said “Get out or I'll scream.”

“Fine scream then.” Dabi said and waited “You won’t.”

You grabbed the nearest thing close to you which just so happen to be a metal water bottle

“Don't come near me,” you said

“Oh come on you are shaking like I'm going to hurt you or something.” He said, “I just need to talk to you.”

“Fine, say what you want and leave,” you said ready to bash his face in with the water bottle, he looked unamused by your threat.

“Well first of all, I didn't actually want to break up with you, you lied to me saying after high school you were just going to stop there, then you go behind my back and apply for colleges.”

“My parents did that.” you corrected him

“Whatever, then you say you want to leave to go to this…dump, so I kicked you out to scare you, I expected you to call or text me, and I would have taken you back, but you never did, so you are pretty quick to move on.” He said, and you had never felt the burning fire of hatred blaze as much as it did

“You are insane…I should have known from the start, but you really are just a crazy jackass, you're not cool or edgy or even have an alternative way of life, you are just nuts!” you hissed “So what you thought you'd just come in here, tell me that, and I drop out of school and go back with you!?”

“Well if you had any sense of loyalty left in then you would,” he responded

“No,” you shouted

“No?” Dabi said

Kent was anxiously tapping the wheel of his car

“This ain't right, this is crazy, seriously I have no idea what to do, ugh if I leave he will just find me…ahhhhh what has my life amounted to!” he kept screaming to himself when he noticed a familiar red mustang pull up.

“Oh no…” Kent said under his breath and he hid under the wheel “I didn't think I'd see him again!”

He peeked out the window and saw him going towards your apartment, should he warn Dabi that he was coming towards him, what was he even doing here!?

Keigo found apartment 434 and noticed the door was cracked open, which wasn't a good sign, then a shout of you screaming no. and formalities be damned, but Keigo slammed the door open and saw you terrified holding a water bottle and some random guy standing way to close to you with his hand on your shoulder, your eyes went from petrified too relieved when you two locked eyes.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?” Keigo yelled and grabbed his hand off of you before dabi slapped his hand

“Don't touch me,” Dabi said

“Oh like you are one to talk buddy,” Keigo said as he got in front of you 

“This doesn't concern your bird brain.’ Dabi said

“Uhhh ahaha I think it does.’ Keigo said 

“If you know what's good for you, you'll get out of the way, I'm trying to have a conversation with my girlfriend,” Dabi said

“He's lying, this is my ex I was telling you about,” you said still hiding behind Keigo, you felt like a total coward right now, but what else could you do

“I figured as much.” Keigo responded, “Look, I have no problem making a scene here, so if you know what's good for you, you'll get out of her apartment and won't show your face around here again, got it.”

You gulped, you remembered what usually happened to guys who talked back to him like that, one guy lost his coat due to it being set on fire.

“Why would I listen to you?” Dabi said as he looked over at you “What do you want (name)?”

“... I want you to go,” you muttered

“Fine, I'll go.” Dabi said and he left the apartment “I still want to have a proper conversation with you without being interrupted.”

“Oh my god if you ever shut up, she said leave!” Keigo shouted at him before slamming the door and locking in “Crist that guy is…hey you good?”

Keigo's anger quickly went into concern as he saw you sitting down and staring at the floor, your hands shaking as you were trying to take in a deep breath

“(name)...did he do anything to you?” Keigo asked as he walked over to you

“He grabbed my wrist after he barged his way in.” you said looking around the apartment, “I can't believe he was able to find me….”

Keigo sat on the floor and reached his hand over to you, he gave it a quick squeeze “Well he is gone now.” “I don't think for good, when he said he wanted to have a proper conversation soon, that was a threat…and I think you just got on his bad side.”

“Don't worry about me okay.’ Keigo said 

“How can i not!” you said “I have seen first what he does to people who pissed him off Keigo.” “Deep breath.” Keigo said and you obliged  “Trust me (name), you don't have to worry about me, I won't underestimate the guy.”

“I just can't believe he found me…the photo you posted of us...I have no idea how he was able to find me just by that.” “Crap, well this seems like my fault then,” Keigo said

“What no, you didn't mean to, look he, I…Dabi is…god what is the word, persistent…”

“Obnoxious, imposing, aloof, a jackass, crazy.’ Keigo mumbled on as he pulled your student id out “here.”

You took it from his hand and let out a sigh of relief “thank god you came by to return this, I don't want to think what would have happened if you hadn't shown up…”

“Well I did, so no need to worry.” Keigo said, “he really scares you huh.”

“Like you said he is really imposing.” You said as you fiddled with your card, “Keigo, please listen to me when I say, you don't want to get involved with him, well more like I don't want you to get involved with him, he is dangerous.”

“I promise.” Keigo said as he gave you a reassuring smile “You feeling any better?”

“Yeah, I think I just need some sleep, and maybe some pepper spray, or a taser.”

“That sounds like a solid plan.” Keigo said as he stood up “I will see you in class tomorrow okay and if anything happens you have my number and give me a call, okay?”

“I'll keep that in mind, thanks Keigo,” you said as you walked over to the door and checked the peephole, you checked to make sure the coast was clear, and Keigo left waving bye, you waved back at him and closed the door.

Lesson learned: always check the peephole before opening the door.

Keigo walked down the staircase and headed towards his car when he was hit with the familiar scent of cigarette smoke, he looked over and there was Dabi staring him down, he must have been waiting for him to show up.

“Those things will kill you, you know.” Keigo said as he turned around “I thought you said you were leaving.”

“I left her apartment, didn't i.’ Dabi said “Tell me did you feel good playing the knight in shining armor”

“I was just helping a friend out.’ Keigo said, Dabi took another inhale of his cigarette and flicked the ashes at Keigo, who brushed them off his jacket.

“Well, I have to thank you for making it so easy to find her again,” Dabi said 

“Hey, taking a photo and posting it is just what friends do.’ Keigo said, “not that you would know.”

“Says the playboy, tell me do take your shirt off to show off your tattoos to all the girls you are trying to impress, or just the ones you take for joy rides.”

“Oh so the loser was stalking us for longer than I thought, well credit where credit is due, you sure know how to play the creepy stalker ex who can't take a hint.” Keigo said “And playboy, really, at least I never broke into their apartments and made them cower in fear.”

“See now you are just asking for it.’ Dabi said, “I was going to let you go since you made it so easy to find her, but you don't know when to shut your mouth.”

“Oh, you coming at me?” Keigo asked, “Let's see if you can actually put your money where your mouth is.”

“Fine by me,” Dabi said as he cracked his knuckles

“Fine, but don't regret your choices,” Keigo said as Dabi swung at him, Keigo made a quick dodge of it, before he pulled a knife out of his coat pocket and slashed Dabi across the knuckles. Dabi grabbed the top of his hand and was trying to hold back a scream, as Keigo looked down at the knife and flicked the blood off of it. All while placing a well-placed kick to Dabi's gut, he clenched his stomach, right before Keigo swept his feet and caused Dabi to fall to the floor.

Keigo pinned Dabis' good hand behind his shoulder blades and took his knife to Dabis' neck.

“Dabi, Dabi Dabi…. You were talking so much, but that took me like 6 seconds to immobilize you.” Keigo mocked him

“You are so dead.” Dabi gasped out while he was shaking in pain

“Says the man who has a knife to his neck.” Keigo said, “Next time you choose a fight, make sure you can back up the amount of shit you spew from that mouth of yours, okay?”

“Let him go,” Kent said

“And who are you?’ Keigo asked as he pulled Dabi up, still having a knife to his neck “You with him?”

“...” Kent was silent not knowing what to say when someone had a knife up to your…friends? Neck.

'`Oh wait, I recognize you, Kenny right, well Kent.’ Keigo said 

“Oh great he recognizes me, the last thing I want is to get into a fight with this guy.” Kent thought as he gulped

“That's me…look can you let him go?” Kent asked and Dabi was glaring daggers at Kent

“Why should I?” Keigo asked, “I mean I don't want to spill any more blood, but he is kinda threatening my friend.”

“Look man, I really don't want trouble, okay, we will leave.’ Kent said 

“...fine, do me a favor and take this one home for me okay, also Dabi be glad your friend showed up, and this was a warning.”

Keigo tossed the bruised Dabi to Kent, who dragged Dabi to his car

“I can still beat him,” Dabi muttered as he clutched his stomach

“Dabi, you lost, let's go before you get even more scars on you okay,” Kent said as he opened the door and put Dabi in the back seat.

“He is so dead….” Dabi said, “What the fuck just happen.”

“Dabi, I tried telling you earlier, but Hawks is a very … well-versed fighter, and quick, look I've only heard stories about him taking people down, I did not expect the rumors to be true though.”

“Now you tell me!” Dabi yelled, “after I got my fucking knuckles slashed open!”

“I'm sorry I tried to tell you but you seemed to be hellbent on tracking (name) down, also I didn't expect him to show up.”

“He had a fucking knife to my neck!” Dabi said, “You came to get me after I had a fucking knife to my neck!”

“I'm sorry man, I didn't know what to do. Look, let's just get you to a hospital and get your hand sewn up,” Kent said

“That is the first good idea you have ever had.” Dabi yelled, “What else do you know about him.”

“Well, you remember that one thug awhile ago, he got arrested but his last name was also Takami.” Kent said

“Takami…oh you mean the one my old fart of a dad prosecuted,” Dabi said

“Yup that one, well that is his son,” Kent explained

“Didn't he get shanked while doing his sentence?” Dabi said, “Wasn't that like a year ago…year and a half I think.”

“That's the one.’ Kent said “But since his dad was so…you know, a lot of people really wanted to take down the son of Takami, to teach him a lesson, but they all ended up bloody, and bruised.”

“So he is the real deal then.’ Dabi said looking at his knuckles “Not some wannabe punk.”

“Nope, a lot of people who fought him said they had no idea what happened, just that they ended up on the ground with a few extra scars on their faces.”

“So there is no way I can win against him in a fight,” Dabi said

“Don't think so,” Kent said

“Could run him over with your car,” Dabi suggested

“Dude, no you aren't using my car for murder,” Kent said, Dabi let out a laugh

“Well don't worry, there is more than one way to defeat someone, brute strength is one of them, the other one is just slowly peeling away their sense of security, hitting them where it hurts.”

“Well then.” Kent said as he pulled up to the hospital “Let's just get you stitched up.”

“I need to get the hell away from this guy.” Kent thought

#yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #yandere keigo takami #yandere hawks #yandere hawks x reader #yandere toya todoroki x reader #yandere toya todoroki #yandere mha #yandere mha x reader #yandere bnha x reader

[yanderenightmare]

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA MASTERLIST

Ranging from my top Dabi post to posts with notes above 1k.

Mindbroken ! darling:

DARLING INITIATING SEX ♡4k

Cock descriptions:

COCK ♡3k

What BNHA ! yandere is the scariest:

SCARY YANDERE ♡3k

Imagines of what happens when the darling tries to deny the BNHA ! yanderes intimacy and sex:

DABI ♡2k

Prince ! Dabi x ward ! Hawks x maid ! darling:

PRINCE x MAID ♡2k

Yandere captor ! Dabi reacting to pregnant darling:

PREGNANT DARLINGS ♡2k

Dabi and darling's sexual role-play dynamic:

ROLE-PLAY DYNAMICS ♡1k

Yandere captor ! Dabi with a darling who enjoys being his darling:

DARLING ENJOYS BEING A DARLING ♡1k

Scummy ! Dabi and Shiggy fight over which hole is better:

WHICH HOLE IS BETTER ♡1k

Yandere captor ! Dabi x pet ! darling:

PET ! DARLING IN HEAT ♡1k

AFTERMATH OF PET ! DARLING IN HEAT ♡1k

BRATTY PET-DARLING ♡1k

Yandere captor ! Dabi x darling with early Stockholm syndrome:

EARLY STOCKHOLM SYNDROME ♡1k

Different BNHA ! poly ! relationships:

POLY ♡1k

Yandere captor ! Dabi's need for intimacy:

INTIMATE ACTIVITIES ♡1k

Dabi's type:

SUBMISSIVE DARLING ♡1k

Yandere captor ! Dabi x clumsy ! darling:

CLUMSY DARLING ♡1k

How yandere captor ! Dabi punishes his darling:

PUNISHMENTS ♡1k

Yandere captor Dabi with a depressive darling:

ANXIETY ♡1k

Yandere captor Dabi likes listening to music with his darling:

HOBBIES ♡1k

Yandere captor Dabi's sleeping habits:

SLEEPING HABITS ♡1k

Dabi tracks down his old childhood sweetheart:

NOSTALGIA ♡1k

BNHA genderbender:

FEM ♡1k

Dabi kidnaps you, and you slowly but surely deteriorate into Stockholm Syndrome:

PERFECT ♡1k

Poly ! Soldiers ! Hawks & Dabi knock on your door and expect to be fed:

THE QUARTERING ACT ♡1k

How Dabi became yandere for his darling:

YANDERE BEGINNINGS ♡1K

Dabi teaches you how to cum:

STRUGGLE ♡1k

Yandere captor Bakugou infantilizes darling:

DADDY'S BABY ♡1k

The Torodoki family makes use of their quirkless daughter - with friends:

FAMILY FUN ♡1k

What type of hybrid he is:

HYBRID ♡1k

Dabi has new cock-piercings he wants to try out:

ARMED AND READY ♡1k

Similar posts can be found in the following:

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#yandere dabi #yandere todoroki #yandere touya #yandere todoroki x reader #dabi fluff #dabi smut #dabi my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere bnha #yandere my hero academia #yandere mha #dabi x reader #dabi fanfic #touya todoroki #todoroki toya x reader #todoroki touya

[cheesus-doodles]

Yandere Bestfriend Dabi HCs

this has been sitting in my drafts for two years now, please take this because Dabi needs more love on my dash ;-;

Previous BFF Dabi hcs

Masterlist

sadistic and aloof Dabi may be in public as a villain, but all that simply melts away back into the Toya you knew as a kid

a bestfriend is a bestfriend after all, and he still has a role to play - if he didn't watch over you at all times, who knew what kind of trouble you would get yourself into?

someone that is very uncomfortable in his own skin, but you make that feeling go away whenever he's with you

Dabi claims not to trust anyone, especially not heroes or his family, but of course there's always an exception, and that exception is you

you knew Dabi was strong, a man with a very powerful quirk that he could wield and and an even stronger will, but you were never scared of him, just the leaping flames that sometimes surprise you

he was just another person, a human, a friend

starts crashing your house more and more often - Dabi definitely doesn't bother with building his visits up slowly

its more like one week he only comes once, and then the next week onwards he's there every spare minute he has

basically as good as moves in with you

of course you don't really mind much, Dabi is your bestfriend afterall, and you are very aware of his home situation

you aren't home that much anyway, having taken up a full time job to pay for your bills -living is costly, and you are no top hero, so wage is low

and if Dabi moves in with you, you joke that you might have to take a second job as well to pay for the both of you

this boy definitely contributes his fair share to the bills from whatever he draws from being a villain - doesn't want you working more than you should

the more you work, the less time he gets to spend with you after all

tried out stalking back when the two of you became friends but fell out of it as it was hard to follow you everywhere when he was just a kid, but now that he was a free man, the habit comes roaring back with a vengeance

surprisingly good at blending in with the crowd, Dabi follows you absolutely everywhere, taking note of where you go and who you interacted with

this boy is smart with a capital S, can work out your plans and intentions from just what you tell him and what he knows about you, but no doubt he still snoops in your diary and calendar and phone just to make sure his instincts are on point

anyone that is a threat to the relationship between the two of you gets eliminated in his next villain attack - Dabi is not above maiming innocent civilians to keep you by his side and as only his friend

needs your attention constantly on him to feel human, simply no one else's will do

have no qualms manipulating you and your emotions so that you felt that the world was turning against you, that no one cared about you except for him

gaslighting you about events that occured, telling you that your other friends and colleagues were just faking their concern for you

the more isolated you were, the better for him - you were much safer with him than anyone else after all

tried to turn up unexpected at your work, only for you to immediately jump on him, cover him up with your hoodies, and kick him out

honestly this baby boy didn't realize in that moment that he stands out even though he knows this very well at any other point in time

but he just wanted to surprise you at work and steal more of your time

so soft towards you that it was as if Dabi was a different person all together

not Dabi, the psycho mass murderer, not even Toya, the ambitious young Todoroki

it was just him, your bestfriend

woud go out of his way to get you whatever you wanted, or whatever he thought you wanted

complains that he doesn't like to live at base - villains have much poorer hygiene standards compared to you

but he just prefers your place and your free patching services compared to having to do it all himself if he lives at base

will try to convince you to leave your job - swears that he makes enough to pay your rent and all your living expenses, but you can see right through him and refuse

he might be sadistic and unhinged to everyone else, but your happiness is his happiness - and anyone that takes his happiness away will be eliminated

Dabi always thought that killing heroes and dragging his father's name through the mud was his life's goal, but he quickly realised how highly you ranked when you almost got caught up in a fight between the League and heroes

yes while he still wanted to dismantle the entire heroes' association, he didn't want to do it at your expense

scrambled to get you out of there in secret without exposing your existence to either side - Dabi doesn't know if he can stop himself if anything happens to you

the last thing he wanted was for any one to find out he had a bestfriend that he was soft for

acts very confident all the time, but this boy is anything but around you; the one thing that weights constantly on his mind is you leaving him in disgust

will never let you watch the news, goes to the extent of breaking your television and snatching your phone away from you if he sees the news starting to play any of his fights

easier to apologise to you and promise to replace your broken appliance than risk you seeing his completely unhinged side that had no issues killing civilians and high school students alike

even if you support him while he opposes the very concept of heroes, there was no doubt that was where you would draw the line

the thought of you trying to leave him pained his heart enough to promise himself that if you ever did, he would do anything to make you stay even if you hated him

he burn the soles of your feet, char your skin, take your sight from you, burn the whole world down

if he had you, he didn't need anything else

but for now, while you were still happy to host him in your house and hum while cooking your bestfriend a hot meal, Dabi was simply happy to be here

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #dabi #dabi x reader #bnha x reader #yandere dabi #yandere bnha #yandere dabi x reader #platonic yandere #platonic dabi #bnha hcs #mha hcs #yandere platonic #toya todoroki #toya x reader #touya todoroki #bnha x you #mha x reader #cheesus drabbles

[dabislittlemouse]

Dabi killing for me is the hottest most romantic thing ever ngl

God please-the way I’d marry him if he killed someone for me. Literally. The hottest thing somebody could do for me fr. But I’d still marry him either way.

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Psycho yandere!Dabi +18

Dabi would do anything for you if you are his special person

There’s this girl who made you angry at work/school? Don’t worry, you won’t see her the next day. Or the other days. Never again.

Your boss/manager has been stressing you out, making you work under pressure? They’ll either go missing or your whole workplace will shut down because their corpse was found all burnt in their office.

Exams been stressing you out? Teachers who demand a lot from you? Your whole school will get burned down, too bad if anyone gets caught up in that mess.

If you dare tell Dabi that you have male friends at school/ male colleagues at work, the man will stalk you. Every. Day. He’ll pay attention to the way they talk to you, the way they look at you, a sadistic smile plastered on his face as his hands are itching to kill. Nobody other than him dares look at his girl, let alone talk or try to get close. If they dare touch you? Even just as slightly as tapping your shoulder or grabbing your hand? Oh, he’ll get each one of them alright, torture them slowly, putting them in agony until they are begging him to get killed. Maybe he’ll let one of them live, and smirk at the way the guy tries his best to avoid you the next day, not daring to even look on your way anymore.

The world is full of living walking trash, you’re a rare precious gem he has found and he’ll make sure to not let any of them defile you, he’ll keep you under his radar, not letting you leave his sight for once, because you’re his.

Overall you’ll be more than safe with your boyfriend around <3

“Safe how Dabi? Sadly we can’t be together all the time..”

“Don’t worry your little head about it, doll”

#B.writes #dabi #touya todoroki #mha dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #bnha x reader #mha x reader #dabi x you #dabi imagines #yandere dabi #yandere #yandere x reader #touya todoroki x reader #toya todoroki x reader

[ghostsy]

Forever Hold Your Peace

WARNINGS: yandere, mentions of death, mentions of murder, non-consensual implications, implied kidnapping, hand kink if you squint

A/N: another quick short drabble, pls enjoy a deranged lil wedding crasher dabi.

read at your own discretion.

yandere ! DABI X READER

“Give me one good reason not to kill you.”

She’d never known blue to be such an angry color, but even glowing with barely contained rage, she couldn’t help but find his eyes beautiful. 

“I can’t.” 

It was growing all around them now, ice-colored fire licking at the tattered remains of her white dress. Still, she thought the heat was less threatening than warm. 

Her answer seemed to physically wound him, the soft tremble in his brow almost begging her to say something. Something to justify whatever confusing ugly thing he felt finally standing in front of her after all these years. Something that would let him sleep at night if he were to burn her bones to ash that moment, give into that cruel voice in his fractured mind demanding he destroy any and every memory that had ever made him feel something. 

“You broke your promise.”

“I wasn’t aware there were promises to keep with corpses.” There she was, that quick wit he remembered her for, loved her for, once upon a time. Even with his hand at her throat, even with the blood of the man she’d just sworn to love until death–another corpse, whose promise had quickly been fulfilled–even with his blood smeared across her cheek, she still stood tall, dignified.

“Is that what I am to you?” He breathed, thumb tracing the curve of her jaw, fingers flexing at the feel of her racing pulse under her neck, “A corpse?” It was a silly question; the patchwork wounds stapled to his rotting skin suggested he was anything but a real, living, man. If he thought about it, he really hadn’t been living for quite some time.

“No, I suppose not,” Her voice was shaky, and he couldn’t tell if the mascara-stained tears wetting her cheeks were for the mass of burning bodies behind them or for him, “More of a ghost.”

The corner of his lips quirked up, huffing a short, bitter laugh, “A ghost,” He pondered for a moment, “I like it,” His other hand made its way up from her hip, brushing at the underside of her clothed breasts, “Here I am haunting you, after all.”

“I think,” Her hands balled into fists, but he made note as they stayed trembling at her sides, “That you’re here haunting us both.”

“I guess you’re right,” His eyes fell to scan her singed gown, “In another life,” Ignoring the clenching of her jaw, he continued, “You’d have worn that dress for me.”

She swallowed, “In another life,” Her eyes left his now, sweeping the mutilated remains littering the pews, “You’d have loved me enough.”

All of a sudden he tore himself from her as if she’d burned him, “Loved you enough?” An incredulous laugh as his arm stretched out to the scene behind them, “What the fuck is all this if it isn’t enough?” 

“It’s really so devastating,” She sighed out a name that was once his, and he was surprised at the weight one word could leave on his heart, “That you would consider this love.” But his anger had returned full force, and he thought maybe now he’d be able to kill her.

“Did you love him?” 

Here it was, the answer that would seal her fate. He could do it if she said what he knew she’d say. He would do it.

“No,” His heart skipped a beat, “I do love him.” And all at once, the mangled coal in his chest crumbled to ash. Do it. You said you’d do it. Do it, you fucking coward.

No, he needed more. His fingers twitched at his sides, sparks of blue igniting and snuffing out in nervous repetition. Just one more thing, and he could do it. 

“You can’t keep a promise to a corpse,” He spat, “But you can love one?” He stepped closer to her, glowing eyes narrowed, staring down at her.

“Not any more or less than one can love a ghost, I’d imagine.”

His hands flew back to her throat, and he wrenched her face up to meet his, “And do you?” His voice fell to a raspy whisper, and he couldn’t tell if it was out of fury or desperation, “Love a ghost?”

“I don’t want to,” And again more tears welled and fell, “I really didn’t want to.”

“That’s not what I asked.” His words were shaking with anticipation, fingers trembling as they cradled her cheeks.

“Does it matter?” She sniffed, eyes flickering to the carnage, “I shouldn’t. Especially now, I shouldn’t,” There was a wrinkle in her brow that betrayed her self-disgust, “I never should have.”

He swallowed, gaze catching on her lips, “But you do.” He’d meant it to come out as a question, but there was a sort of finality in his words. She makes you weak. Kill her. Do it. Now. Do it now. Shut up.

She tried to pull away from him, but he held her face firmly, “No matter where I go,” The turn of her voice was bitter, “You haunt me.”

A soft, manic laugh, “I think,” He leaned down, lips brushing hers, “We’ve both been haunting each other.” And after a month-long moment he surged forward, crashing his mouth against her own, tongue swallowing the strangled yelp that died in her throat.

He stepped forward as she stumbled back from the force, and her fingers flew to grip at his wrists in an attempt to stabilize herself, nails digging into the ruined skin. His leg steadied between both of hers, the bones in his patchwork hands straining as they pulled her into him, as if he were trying to make her body melt into his; make him whole.

Finally she ripped herself from him, stumbling, and wiped furiously at her lips, “I don’t want you,” Her voice was hoarse as she caught her breath, “Nothing else matters, because I don’t want you.”

It was like someone had poured ice water in his veins, and he’d come to the terrifying conclusion that it didn’t matter what she said or did; she could tell him she wanted him dead, and he’d still find an excuse to keep her here with him. 

“I don’t care,” A breathless confession.

After years without, he hadn’t realized just how starved the idea of letting her go would make him feel. He intended for his flames to swallow her whole when he'd found her again, but there was an entirely more appetizing option. He’d starved himself long enough.

The tapestries along the walls had caught fire, and the light shone through the stained glass windows, casting a blue tint across her skin. Like it was marking her as his. His hand shot out to wrap around her wrist when she tried to turn away, and he yanked her back to him.

“Nothing else matters, because I don’t care.”

She tried and failed to pull her arm from his bruising grip, feet sliding as she used her full weight, “Kill me, then,” She choked on a sob, “Why don’t you just kill me, then?”

He stared at her a long moment as she struggled, streaks of ruined makeup painting her cheeks, that once angel-white gown stained black with ash, a gloss in her eyes he could only describe as heartbreak, and he couldn’t help but think that she’d never looked so beautiful.

“I can’t.”

#yandere dabi #yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere todoroki touya #yandere dabi x reader #yandere touya #yandere todoroki touya x reader #yandere todoroki toya #yandere toya #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere x reader #yandere x you #dabi is just such a beautifully tragic character and yes i will exploit it

[artemis32]

Transilience

Yandere Todoroki family x reader

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@i-cant-sing​ originally came up with the yandere todoroki family idea - this is loosely based off of Snow’s idea :)) I’ll link her masterlist here

Please note that this is a little bit darker than what I usually write - if you’re sensitive to any of the topics listed below, please do not read this

word count - 4.6k

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tw - abuse, violence, slight mentions of drugging, stalking, child neglect?? (broader warnings in the tags - yandere-ness will start in part 2)

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part II

bnha masterlist

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The Todoroki family were an odd bunch, that much was clear. 

Something about them, about the way they acted - both around one another, and around others - was so glaringly different. Of course, no one was stupid enough to pry into the private lives of the family of a hero as powerful as Endeavor.

Not that he was the only one worthy of a careful amount of caution - all of them were fairly powerful in their own right.

And their private familial situation remained exactly that - private.

No one knew what exactly happened behind closed doors, and everyone preferred it that way. It was best to let sleeping dogs lie. 

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Enji and Rei Todoroki weren’t always so dysfunctional.

There was a time, just before Natsu was born, where they were happy with life - or, as happy as they could have been in a marriage such as theirs.

Touya and Fuyumi never knew the specifics as children, but after Natsuo was born, Toya specifically learnt exactly why they had been born. 

And really, what good were they if they couldn’t fulfill the one purpose they were meant to?

Fuyumi and Natsuo inherited their mother’s quirk, and they had no problems controlling it, but they weren’t what they should have been. They had no extraordinary abilities, no incredible control of their quirks beyond what anyone else could have achieved.

Touya himself could have been perceived as an even greater disappointment. While he had managed to inherit his father’s quirk, it didn’t mean much. He fell short in more ways than one, that much he knew. What use was a quirk like his if he only ended up hurting himself? No amount of precision and control could help him meet his father’s expectations.

Things were awkward, tense in their home for the longest time. Until their parents announced that they would be having a baby. A last ditch attempt to salvage their quickly crumbling family.

Only, the bland, quiet life they had been living quickly changed when they received some startling news. Good news, is what Rei insisted anytime one of her three children would bring it up.

It was discovered, somewhat late in the pregnancy, that Rei Todoroki was expecting twins. This had to be good news, surely? The supposed last ditch attempt was growing more plausible with every passing moment.

Their father became softer, somehow. He looked at his wife with loving eyes, spoke to her with soft words and gentle smiles. The change was almost disturbing. Rei took it in stride, and it seemed as though she had more life in her than she had even before she’d gotten married.

Touya didn’t hope for much, but he prayed, deep down, to whichever deity may be listening, that this miraculous change would stick.

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The twins, as they had been referred to throughout the pregnancy, were born in winter. 

Snow blanketed everything in sight, and the world looked peaceful and undisturbed, almost as though this was a moment stuck in time. 

The three Todoroki children were made to stay outside in the waiting room, but the snow covered landscape just beyond the window was too enticing to just look at.

They bundled up and snuck outside, laughing and squealing in the snow.

Hours later, after their faces turned pink and their hands went numb, they returned to the beige waiting room. 

As soon as they sat down, a nurse in a stark white coat opened the door and made her way to them. She’d crouched down before them and invited them to meet their new siblings.

They’d said yes, obviously, and bounced eagerly towards their mother’s bedside, standing on tiptoes to catch the smallest glimpse of the twins.

Rei gave them a tired smile and beckoned them onto her bed, and they scrambled up without waiting another moment.

Touya, in that moment, believed in love at first sight. Not the cliché type Fuyumi spoke about, not what you might read in a book or a manga, or see in a cheesy romance movie. 

No, in that moment, Touya felt burning love, the urge to protect, to shield and care for his newest siblings. 

Protect from what? Nightmares, maybe. Or bullies and older children. From their father. From mean teachers, from crushes and fantasy worlds, from anything that meant to do them harm.

He’d felt this urge before, albeit not as intensely, when Fuyumi and Natsuo were born. But now, staring down as the tiny fists grasping one another as the two of you held each other close, he promised himself that he would protect you. This time, he would not fail as he had before.

Natsuo and Fuyumi, huddled beside him on the mattress, had similar thoughts in that moment.

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Shoto got his quirk when he was four years old.

It was something of a miracle in your father’s eyes, as if his wish had finally come true after all these years. 

He’d been blessed with a child who had two quirks - quirks which perfectly complemented each other. 

After that, you didn’t see Shoto as often. 

For days, weeks, months, years, you’d waited. Patiently, like your mother and brothers and sister told you to, you waited. Only, no amount of waiting would change you fate.

You were quirkless.

The universe had a strange sense of humour, that much you were certain of.

Years of waiting and hoping, and your father had eventually gotten his golden child, one with two perfect quirks. Only, everything came at a price. And the price for his victory was you. 

You barely looked like your siblings, and you had no quirk, nothing that announced to the world that you were in fact a Todoroki. It didn’t affect you much, not until you were old enough to join school, to see how people fawned over your brother, and how they looked at you with such distain.

A year after Shoto got his quirk, Touya died.

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At ten years old, you accepted that you would never have a quirk. 

You also accepted the fact that your family, along with the rest of the world, liked your brother a lot more than they liked you.

That was actually something that you understood. Of course people would like Shoto - he was so perfect. Handsome, intelligent, physically perfect, and he had an incredible quirk. You understood that people would like him more than you.

On him, the quiet, critical attitude was seen as mysterious and cool. On you, it seemed like you were just a bitch, one that thought she was so much better than everyone else even though she didn’t have a quirk. You knew that that was what people said about you behind your back. You didn’t have the will to correct them.

You understood why people liked Shoto more than you.

What you didn’t understand is why you didn’t have a quirk.

You understood the science behind it, the genetic reasoning. You’d seen your fair share of doctors, each of them saying the same thing.

“It’s not uncommon for quirks to be unbalanced in twins - either they spilt a quirk exactly, or one gets everything, and the other gets nothing.”

A dumbed down version, said simply enough for five year old to understand.

Over the years, you learnt the specifics of it, but that didn’t change the outcome.

You were quirkless. 

You were quirkless and Shoto wasn’t.

You were quirkless because Shoto wasn't.

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Shoto joined UA at fifteen years old.

You tried to seem happy for him - not that he cared all that much about what you thought.

But no matter how much you smiled and congratulated him, it still stung.

Shoto was moving on with his life, improving in areas you would never be able to even imagine. 

Fuyumi and Natsuo were proud of him, they’d made that abundantly clear. They’d had a celebratory dinner, all of Shoto’s favourite food’s covering the table. They’d gotten him small gifts as well, clothing, books, small trinkets that seemed to hold some significant meaning - a meaning you couldn’t understand.

Your father, stoic as he was, had a small smile on his face, so obviously proud even though it was expected of the golden child to attend UA. You weren’t sure what your mother’s reaction was when she found out. You weren't allowed to see her.

Not wanting to be around their unnecessary cheer, you left quietly, ducking out the doorway before anyone noticed - not that they would. 

Sometimes you wondered what might have become of your life if things had been different.

If you had been the one to get a quirk and Shoto was the unlucky one. If the two of you had shared the quirk equally, like you’d begged and prayed for years. 

If Touya hadn’t died. He had been kind to you, regardless of your lack of quirk, regardless of your otherwise off putting personality.

You wondered what would have happened, had your mother not blamed her mental break on you. Maybe your siblings would be able to tolerate you. Maybe your father would give you a moment of attention.

Wondering never did much, but living in a fantasy land of what might have been was better than living in the dreary reality of what actually was.

And much like the past of what might have been, you would spend the next few years thinking about what might have been if you hadn’t left home that night, if you’d chosen to accept the cold shoulders and awkward silences, rather than choosing to escape for a few minutes.

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On your twelfth birthday, you hadn’t received a birthday gift.

Not surprising, considering you hadn’t gotten so much as a “happy birthday” in six years at that point, but for some reason, it hurt more on that year than it ever had in the past.

You’d spent the day away from home.

Throughout your little adventure, you explored the areas surrounding your home, and places further than that. You had seen more in those few hours than you had in your entire life, and it had been fun.

The highlight of your day, of the places you’d seen, had to be the large park you’d found near the end of the day.

Really, it could be described more as a forest than a park, but it had been filled with greenery - trees, grass, ponds and flowers. So many flowers.

By the time you’d returned home, it had been close to midnight. There were no comments or questions about where you had been. You didn’t tell anyone.

When things got too difficult, too overwhelming, too much; you went back there. It felt as though it was your own slice of heaven, tucked away for you and only you, stuck in time. 

You went there whenever Shoto, Natsuo or Fuyumi went to visit your mother. Sometimes you’d fall asleep there too, in no rush to return home.

Regardless of how often you went there, it remained your safe space - somewhere only you went, a place only you knew about.

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The sun had long since set, but still you remained seated on the comfortable patch of grass you’d found in your forest.

Time passed differently when you were here, and you got distracted easily.

You had managed to grab your bag right before you’d snuck out. Well, walked out. No one would say anything if they saw you leave. 

Regardless, you were grateful that you’d had the forethought to grab your bag. It meant you had something to pass the time with, to help distract yourself.

Currently, you were studying the thick textbook you’d bought about a month prior. Working your way through it was a slow-going process, but you wanted to make sure you didn’t miss anything, so you’d taken to reading through it with a critical eye.

You only went through it when you were alone. If your father were to catch wind of what you were researching, he might burn the book to ashes. Or worse, hit you like he had in the past. 

One thing you’d learnt over the years was that your father had a hairpin trigger when it came to his patience, especially for you. 

And if he discovered that you were researching quirks of all things? 

You were sure you’d end up with more than a few scrapes and bruises.

Years prior, you’d taken a interest in the origins of quirks, and your father had nearly burst a blood vessel when he found out. Why he’d gotten so upset, you would never understand. You didn’t really care either way.

The newest textbook you’d gotten your hands on was about quirks and trauma, something you’d never considered. It was an interesting concept, one that hadn’t really been tested out yet.

Much like a dormant genetic disorder, it is theoriesed that in the case of the quirkless individual (subject A), a stressor or trauma is required to activate the quirk gene. 

In the case of a physical stressor, extreme pain registers in the parietal lobe. It has been observed that subject A responds differently to pain than subject B (the individual with one or more quirks).

In the case of a mental stressor, shock, of whichever degree, registers in the amygdala. It has been observed that subject A responds differently to shock than subject B.

It can be deduced that an extreme of both or either stressor is needed to activate the dormant quirk gene in quirkless individuals.

NOTE: Further testing is required.

The lack of light finally began taking a strain on your eyes, so you decided to pack up and head home for the night.

Stretching your arms high above your head, your joints popped. Hours of sitting in the same position did not do your back any favours.

Slinging the bag over your shoulder, you were about to leave when you heard a crack behind you, like someone had snapped a pencil.

You stopped and looked around, then down at the floor, thinking - somewhat foolishly, in hindsight - that you’d left a pencil on the ground and stepped on it while you walked away.

Distracted with your search for the nonexistent pencil, you’re caught by surprise when your feet are knocked out from under you. You hit the ground awkwardly, your bodyweight slamming onto your shoulder as the breath was knocked from your lungs.

You lay there for a long moment, gasping in half breaths, trying to shake off the confusion in your mind.

Sitting up is painful, it sends wave after wave of rolling agony through your shoulder, down your arm, and it settles in your fingertips, which quickly turn tingly and numb. 

You taste blood. 

Prodding at your lip with your tongue, you find that it’s split and leaking blood. You have a small scrape on your forehead, one barely worth noting.

Shaking your head slightly, you stand and glance around, looking for whatever had knocked you clean off your feet.

The small clearing was as empty as it had been when you’d first arrived, hours ago. There wasn’t so much as a bird flying around. 

You were alone.

You were alone, until you weren’t.

A whistling sound towards your right catches your attention. You turn your head, intent on giving whoever was tormenting you an earful, when you’re blinded.

Light brighter than what could be generated by a torch fills your vision. You’re stunned, standing in slight shock, too afraid to move even one step without your sight.

The choice of whether to move or not is made for you as something heavy and hard hits you in the stomach.

You fold like a house of cards, dropping to the ground.

There’s a ringing sound now.

You’re disoriented, unable to see, nearly unable to hear. 

You can still feel though. And there’s a small pinprick, barely enough to register the pain. 

You black out before you can tell what happens next.

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You’ve always hated hospitals.

When your mother had first been admitted to Fujiya Hospital, you’d visit her alongside your siblings. 

Back then, you hadn’t realised how much she hated you. You hadn’t realised that she blamed you for everything falling apart. The rest of your family soon felt similarly about you, or so you thought.

You used to patiently wait your turn to speak to your mother, standing straight and still just as you were taught. First was Fuyumi, telling your mother about her day, any noteworthy events. Next was Natsuo - he’d rarely tell her about his day. Instead, he’d ask about her condition, how she felt. Shoto always got to talk to her before you because he was older, a childish jibe he pulled whenever he wanted something you had.

Your mother would always be in a sour mood by the time you got to speak to her, eagerly talking about anything and everything, stumbling over your words in your haste. She never seemed to pay attention, always looking away from you, at a wall, or out a window, far into the distance. You’d always told yourself that she was tired, that since she spoke to all three your siblings before you, what you had to say wasn’t as exciting.

One day, nearly year and a half after she’d been admitted, your mother snapped. 

She told you exactly what she thought of you. Exactly how much she hated you.

Ungrateful brat. Bastard child. Worthless. Unlovable wench.

You had been too shocked to cry. Too shocked to do much of anything for a few days after that. There had been an incessant ringing in your ears in that moment, so you missed a lot of what she had said, but you’d heard a lot more than any child should ever have to in the few short moments before Natsuo had dragged you away.

While it was true that you’d never looked much like anyone in your family, you were indeed related to them. Enji didn’t seem to believe that for a while after you were born, and he’d argued with Rei a lot because of it. 

A few tests later, and he begrudgingly accepted that you were just different.

His tolerance for you dropped immensely when Shoto developed his quirk, and you proved to be an even greater disappointment.

Rei doted on Shoto, “protecting” him from your father. She grew frustrated with everything, and she took those frustrations out on you.

For most of your childhood, you had blocked out the way your parents had treated you. Enji’s treatment of you may have been bad throughout the years - he’d ignore you, occasionally slapping you around if you had particularly annoyed him. But Rei? She was the dark, foul creature that filled your nightmares.

Her words stung more than her rejection at times, and that day at the hospital had taken the cake. But the way she smacked you upside the head or across the face made Enji look like a gentle giant. She had no qualms about throwing random objects at you, whatever was within reach. No matter how much you wanted to believe the best of her, your mother hated you. 

You were sure she would kill you if she could.

The worst of everything she’d done to you over the years had to have been the fact that she blamed everything bad in her life on you. 

Oh, a glass broke in the kitchen? Your fault. Natsuo did badly at school? Your fault. Enji slapped her for interferring with Shoto’s training? Your fault. 

Touya’s death?

Your fault.

Shoto’s accident?

Your fault.

Your own mother being locked up in a hospital like a crazy person?

Your fault.

Your fault.

It was all your fault. Everything was your fault.

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When you were eight years old, you had been knocked by a car.

It hadn’t been your fault. 

It wasn’t your fault.

You had been crossing the road, on the way home after school.

Shoto had been walking ahead of you, and you were running to catch up to him, eager to talk to him while you had the chance. He was your brother but you rarely got to see him - while he was busy training with your father, you were expected to cook and clean. “Pulling your weight” is what your father told you. You had to be of some use to them.

You had made sure that the road was clear when you crossed. 

There hadn’t been any cars, you were certain of it.

Only, you had made it a whole four steps into the street before you were knocked clean off your feet, rolling, skidding a few feet away. 

The person who knocked you had left immediately, and the police had never managed to catch them. Not that it mattered all that much.

You spent two months in hospital. 

A severe concussion, four broken ribs, a broken collarbone, fractured wrist, slight brain swelling, and some internal bleeding.

Those months you spent in the hospital were pure torture. No one came to visit you - at least, not while you were awake. You’d find clothes, food, and occasionally books whenever you woke up from a drug induced sleep, but no one ever came to see you while you were awake.

The nurses and doctors didn’t speak to you either, other than to ask how you felt. They barely even looked you in the eye.

You returned to an empty home two months later, everyone going about their lives as if you barely existed.

You weren’t allowed to walk to school again after that.

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You’ve always hated hospitals.

Which is why you were so unhappy to wake up in one again.

One thing was certain though. Waking up wasn't like it was in the movies. You didn't smell bleach or disinfectant, you didn't hear a steady beeping or feel anything noteworthy. In fact, you barely registered that you were awake at all for a good ten minutes.

It was only when you sensed a slight shift to your left that you realised that you weren't unconscious, you weren't floating through dark, endless, nothingness.

You still couldn't hear anything.

In fact, it seemed as though all of your senses were dulled. Blunt.

Recalling what had happened right before you lost consciousness, you felt frozen in place, hardly daring to breathe too loudly.

You spent a while like that, barely moving, barely breathing, in a state of near panic. It all came to a head the moment you felt a gentle hand lay itself on your arm, and a muffled noise, as if someone was trying to talk to you.

As if the person trying to talk to you could read your mind, they held you down the moment you tried to jump up and run. Not that you would’ve gotten very far, you realise a moment later when you open your eyes and see the room full of nurses before you.

The person holding you down, Natsuo, looks at you with alarming concern, eyebrows drawn together, his mouth pinched into a tight line. You’ve never seen him look so worried.

“Hey, calm down. Calm down. You’re fine, deep breaths.”

He says it as a command, not a gentle suggestion. 

You nod, still dazed and confused, but you do as he says. Taking the opportunity, you look around the room.

It’s more spacious than you had originally thought. The bed you’re laying in feels small and out of place in the stark white room. Large floor to ceiling windows cover one wall of the room, making the space look even brighter than normal. 

The light makes your head throb, and you close your eyes as you lean back. 

Someone had fluffed the pillows for you. It bothered you that you hadn’t noticed someone get that close to you.

Once your head stopped pulsing to an irregular beat, you open your eyes again, deciding it was wiser to stay laying down.

Natsuo was still talking.

The nurses had left the room.

“Natsuo.” You interrupted him.

You rarely interrupted anyone in your family. Your father in particular had made it abundantly clear that he would smack you into next week if you ever decided to speak over him. Naturally, you’d decided to not interrupt anyone in your family. You never knew when one of your siblings might let something slip to your father. 

But you felt as if you’d earned the right to interrupt someone, just this once.

Your brother looked up at you and hummed, prompting you to talk.

“What’s going on? The last thing I remember, I was about to head home, and then...”

You stopped. You had no idea how much he knew about your park, and you weren’t about to hand him that information on a silver platter. Besides, he seemed to have understood the gist of your question anyway.

“I was just getting to that. Here, drink this.”

He handed you a clear plastic cup. You sniffed it. Water.

You took a sip and looked at him expectantly. Waiting.

“Like I was saying, you were gone for a few days. Fuyumi wouldn’t sleep, and dad was getting a search party together and everything to go and look for you. Of course, Shoto was at school, and Fuyumi didn’t want to worry him, so no one told him you were missing.”

You scrunched your eyebrows together at that. You’d been missing for days? How long had you been unconscious for? And your family had actually been concerned? Your father had been putting together a search party?

Sliding your hand up your arm, you pinched yourself until you drew blood. 

Huh. Not a dream then.

Natsuo continued on, oblivious to your internal turmoil.

“They found you behind some old warehouse in the business district, in an alleyway of all places. I thought you’d be half beat to death with how panicked dad sounded, but you were completely fine. There was nothing wrong with you - there is nothing wrong with you. But you’ve been unconscious for a week-”

“How long has it been exactly?” 

You interrupted him again.

“What?”

“How long has it been since I first went missing?”

He shook his head slightly, looking out the window for a long moment, then back to you.

“Nearly four weeks.”

You balked at his words.

Four weeks. 

You were unconscious for a month .

What on earth had happened. Why couldn’t you remember anything.

“Calm down. You-” 

Natsuo sighed deeply, taking a deep breath, steeling himself.

“You need to calm down. Things are not the same as they used to be - you've changed, so you need to learn how to control yourself. I don’t know how, it should be impossible.”

You were shaking now.

“Natsuo? Please, you’re scaring me.”

He did something then that shocked you.

Your brother hugged you. For the first time in ten years, your brother pulled you close and hugged you, squeezing you tightly to his chest.

He spoke then, mumbling the words into your hair as he pushed your face into his chest.

As if - if he said the words softly, calmly, they would shock you any less.

“We were running tests, a routine check up and... Well, your results weren't the same as they had been before - before you disappeared that is."

He paused.

"I can't word it any other way - you have a quirk."

That should have scarred you.

It did scare you.

You didn’t even realise you were crying until he started gently rocking you back and forth, muttering reassurances into your ear.

But amidst your fear and uncertainty, you were happy.

Beneath the tears, you were smiling.

You had a quirk.

You had a quirk.

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Re-Fucking-Venge

﹂ Yandere!Dabi x Nurse!Reader ‘Come dance with me in hell, won’t you, Father?’ And boy did Dabi fucking mean it. Poor little you to have been his next ledge to mindfuck his father to shards. 

﹂Genre: angst, toxic relationship, slow burn, 18+

﹂ Warnings: AFAB, female pronouns, Kidnapping, non-sexual hair pulling, paralysis, angst, drugging, profanity, descriptions of panic attacks, violence, slight horror, insults, broken family dynamic (both Dabi [duh] and reader's),

﹂ WC: 6.67k

﹂ From Redact: this will be continued! My motivation sucks so I'll try to promise a regular schedule.. I first posted this story at 2k words, then kept editing back to get it up to 6.67k, so I'm reposting it to let the people see the final copy incase yk. If you wanna be on a taglist tell me !!! I'd love to have one

Honestly, everything's turned into a fucking mess.

After the absolute devastation of Dabi’s theatrical exposing of Endeavour, your workplace was swarmed by furious citizens and questioning paparazzi. They were angry. So fucking angry. Angry for the fact that Endeavour had such cruel impositions on his children, angry that his actions caused the root of such a murderous villain, and angry at the fall of heroes being ironically unheroic. Day or night, their anger wouldn’t stop. The continuous flashing lights of cameras, the synchronized yelling, and the fists that shook in the air. With the mantra of harassment towards your hospital, one would think you’re caring for number one himself—the one Dabi framed as the center point for his villainous roots, the one who did most of the hurting. But, no. You weren’t caring for Endeavour. You were the main nurse for his wife, Rei. And that's what truly ticked your soul.

It absolutely baffled you. Why were such a mantra of citizens harassing a regular person? Can’t they properly think that if Dabi’s speech pointed at Endeavour, it’s mainly Endeavour’s doing? Article after article, you started to understand that many hard-luck Endeavour fans were convinced that the abuse Dabi had forsaken was all Rei’s fault.

‘She’s manipulative.’

‘What a fucking gold digger.’

‘No wonder Endeavour had to take out his anger on his children.’

Yet who was the one in psychiatric care? Are these people truly blind to the obvious victim here? It made your blood boil.

You kept Rei under your loving care for years. As someone who had their own fucked up family situation, you felt for her since her admission oh so many years ago. You knew who she truly was, and so, it made you enraged that these strangers yelled at her as though they’d known her all their ignorant lives. As if they had the entire situation figured out when even Endeavour had his own twisted narration of what happened. People believe what they want to believe, and you began to understand that. People protect what and who they wish to protect. It did not matter how morphed and wicked the twists on their perceptions may be—as long as they can justify themselves. As long as they can justify the wrong.

And so, here, Rei was not the object of the crowd’s protection. She was the embodiment of their malformed justifications. The receiver of their hatred, the one to hear the garbage and clunk of cans thrown against her window.

It’s during a time like this that you’re truly brought back. Brought back to the Rei who first arrived. The Rei who was constantly in a fight or flight response. For the first few weeks of her stay, she wore a horrid expression of absolute dread. Her eyes truly had no spark, and her body felt empty of any soul. She always looked down, her chin tucked near her chest as she zoned out into a singular corner of her room. Many of the doctors and nurses complained to the head, saying she was too much for our hospital to handle. Whenever someone merely grazed her arm while cleaning her room, she would scream out in horror—thrashing about as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. Thus, when nurse after nurse had quit being her caretaker, finally you came up to the chopping block, and you had heard a lot about her. Of course, none of which was positive.

‘She’s fucking insane.’

‘That woman makes me want to quit.’

‘Thank god I got switched out.’

‘Goodluck, Y/N, you’ll need it.’

When you first saw her, the barrier you had about yourself slipped. No, you didn’t see a manic woman, nor did you see some form of a psycho. What you saw, mesmerized you. You were entranced. She was truly beautiful. Her white hair gently framed her face, while the sunlight in her room had a cold, blue hue, that you didn’t feel was present anywhere else in the hospital. She had the aura of an apathetic beauty, a flower that was plucked - for even wilting roses had their charm. Her eyes, though, those wonderful eyes. You could tell her deep irises once held the spark of happiness, the spark of hope and care. Yet now, her eyelids hung low, dark circles beneath her lids dragging her visage lower, and her posture as an enervated slouch. It was in that moment when you first laid eyes on her did you truly see who was deep inside the shell of her abused being. She brought you back, brought you back to who you easily could have become—shown you who you would’ve been had you not fought tooth and nail against your resolves. And so, determination flared inside of you. You will help her. You will bring back her spark. No one should fight so alone against something a crowd can’t handle. Thus, even if you’re the only one by her side, you will still be there.

It had taken a couple of months for you to barely disarm her violently defensive walls, but you managed. You always knocked on her door before entering, peering through before stepping into the room. You set up a small stool by her bedside, and every time you came to her you would sit down before getting to your medicinal caretaking. You’d smile, greet her warmly, and tell her silly stories about your day. Tales of the warm old man across the hall, of those pesky UA kids that couldn’t help but fight a little too hard for others. You would go into detail after detail, eyes dancing across the empty walls as you lightly laughed at the memories or clicked your tongue at some of the peskier ones. Although she never responded, you made sure to speak to her every single time.

Furthermore, you were careful, you truly wanted the best for your patients, and she is no different. You were careful when you delicately held the flowers’ stems as you poured in fresh water. You were careful when you gently told her everything you would care for before doing it. ‘I’ll be checking your heart rate, is that okay?’ You’d smile, not even grazing her arm before a sign of confirmation. And it was these careful things you did for Rei that truly made her love you too. Soon, she began to speak. Her voice was delicate and raspy, as she hadn’t used her vocals in such a long time. But still, you smiled at her. Tears welling in the corners of your eyes as you listened to her very first request for a glass of water. Progress is progress. And you were determined to continue it.

From her vaguely written patient file, you had an idea that her husband was the main factor in her descent into your care. But, you were horrified once Rei trusted you enough to spill her heart's deepest sorrows—all caused by her husband. She cried, and oh how her tears fell so quietly it shattered a piece of you that you didn’t know was there. After she began giving you one-worded answers, to replying in whole sentences, her walls soon came down and a woman desperate for help and comfort revealed herself. It broke your heart remembering the number of overtime shifts you’ve spent merely hugging her while she gripped your scrubs. Her arms desperately clinging to you for any minuscule support, her body trembling in the fear that you’ll give up and leave her just as the other nurses did. Those silent tears fell, her muffled cries making you wish you could take away her pain if only for a minute. Every night, that was the scene between you two. And every night, flashbacks of her husband’s cruel words yelled at her from the silence only she could hear. Not only as a nurse, but as a human being, you truly cared. And Rei could feel that sincerity, thus, you two grew close.

Even after Rei exponentially improved, you still tried your best to give her some kind of comfort she could cling to in the emptiness of the hospital’s blank walls. You were so proud of her. She came so, so far in her healing process. And your soul smiled at the thought of her gentle nod whenever you entered her room—she had the misfortune of a hundred lives, and didn’t deserve a single crumb more of difficulties.

So why did fate have the tv running that day?

You ran to her room, the blaring of her EKG racing your mind with worry. It had been long, too long, since her heart raced so. You had gotten used to her health, to her improved state, so how the hell did this happen? When you burst through the door, Rei was slumped on the ground with her hand clawing into her chest as she hyperventilated, her eyes wildly ajarred as her gaze stuck to the screen with tears swelling the corner of her ducts as her lips fell apart in these broken attempts of communication.

'-was born as the eldest son of Endeavour.'

‘Rei! Breathe, breathe, I’m right here for you. Please, what happened?’ You held her comfortingly, rubbing your palm in circular motions upon her back. God, how did this happen? Sorrow wretched your soul when she began to cry harder, frantically looking from the floor before her and the screen upon the tv. She shoved you away with as much force her could muster, you stumbled slightly back, in absolute shock. It had been a while since Rei had a any miniuscle of violence in her outbursts—let alone having an outburst in the first place, and it broke your heart to wonder why it was happening. You could tell her conciousness was slipping from the rapid breaths she choked to take, how her movements became more sluggish. She began to scream, her hands tangling into the hair on the side of her head as she knelt with her face to her knees. You reached into a nearby cabinet, taking a deep breath as you thrashed around the contents until your fingers wrapped about a minor sedative. It pained you, you haven’t had to go to such measures in so long. Your hand firmly on her shoulder, you told her everything was going to be alright before injecting the sedative and keeping your comforting words. 

'I was created for my father's selfish dream.'

‘It’s okay, I’m right here. Don’t worry about a thing, Rei.’ You spoke gently, and her eyelids began weighing down to shut, before she looked deep into your eyes and whispered: ‘T-tell him I’m sorry.’ Your eyes followed her as she tried to look towards the tv. Upon the screen, a man was sitting upon a vintage couch. Throughout his body, horrid patches of purple plastered his skin, barely holding onto his stature with the use of staples, you could see the dip in his surviving skin and the bruised purple from the awful staple job on his body. It looked so painful your skin tingled in discomfort. With such a blatantly iconic look, how could you not recognize the man himself? Dabi. His hair was a messy black, his chin picked up toward the camera, and a darkened gaze of determination and resentment filled his eyes—a stare that would pierce the soul of any viewer.

'-my father would force my mother to give birth to more off-spring.'

How long had his voice been playing in the background? You stared, stared at the TV. You listened, listened to Dabi apathetically recall every horrifying detail Endeavour put his pitiful children through. The same details that had you shaken to insomnia at night when you first heard it through Rei's exasperated cries during her mental break downs. It was awful, Endeavour's actions were horrid. The neglect, the abuse, his cold demeanour, hearing both Rei and now Dabi recount those awful memories made you realize just how cold the air about you became as well - a sudden contrast as though your physical environment darkened from the heavy words Dabi spoke out about. You felt their pain, but you know you could never truly understand it. Not until you had gone through something the exact same, and even then, everyone processes trauma differently. Thus, empathy is such a golden key. The very key that had your shocked visage brim with tears. There wasn't a hint of pain in Dabi's voice, not yet, at least. Yet, you knew that years before, and deep inside his battered body, Touya was will trapped. Crying, begging, trying to crawl his way out. You saw a reflection of Rei in Dabi. The reflection of someone who was in pain but built these sky-high walls to hide any form of vulnerability.

‘Using the blood Endeavour left at the fight in Kyushu,’ his hand propping up a document, ‘there was a 99.99% match.’ 

Truly, it took a while to understand what you heard. Your eyes carefully traced the screen, ears perked up in denial as Dabi described every moment that Rei had described to you. Endeavour, the pain, the abuse, the screaming, the yelling. He recalled it with an absent look of apathy glazed across his face. His eyes reflecting that of an apathetic beauty. A look you recognized from the Rei who first walked into your care. If it weren’t for his unforgiving injuries, he would have been a splitting image of his mother. As you gazed upon his grotesque features, his lips mouthed the same name of the son who Rei prayed so desparately for the return of.

Yet you don’t think her prayers were answered in the best way.

You stared holes into that screen, watching his careful movements, scanning the paper Dabi held in his hands, as you watched his mouth moved it was in that moment that you realized you couldn’t hear. A ringing was blaring in your head as the only sensory you had left was that of sight. Your vision tunnelled, the sides of your perception clouding into black as you silently watched Dabi continue to expose that wretched hero who caused his dear family such tremendous misfortune. Dabi was the same Touya Rei cried to you with gulit over for all these years. The same Touya whos only remains found was a jawbone from the burning forest he died in. The same Touya who fell apart for the sake of his father’s dreams.

How isn’t he dead? It didn’t make any sense. His jaw, how was his jaw found without the rest of him? How had it come off? How did he survive the temperature of those flames being enough to cremate someone alive? Your eyes watched the screen, watched Dabi’s speech continue, that ringing spiking a headache of throbbing pain. Nothing made any sense. And you put your everything into focusing upon the scarred man on the screen so why did this have to happen? Rei was doing so well, it’s not fair, why did this have to happen? She doesnt deserve this to happen she had trued so fucking much. She didn’t deserve this, she was barely healed–

‘Miss Y/N! Is Mrs. Todoroki okay?’ 

Your coworker’s voice snapped you back into reality, and you stammered an apology before carefully placing Rei into her bed and turning off the tv with shaking hands. From the expression on your coworker’s face, you could tell they saw the footage aswell, their eyes nervously tracing to the ajarred cabinet door to the sedatives, understanding the regress in Rei’s stability from this entire situation. 

Sadly, Rei’s instability wasn’t as fleeting as you had hoped. It didn’t take long for Rei to fall apart into the hole she fought so hard to climb out of. With the mantra of angered ex-Endeavor fans accusing her of child abuse, along with the constant paparazzi that flashed bright lights toward her window and posted her tear-struck face all over tabloids, you couldn’t blame her. For days after the incident, you refused to sleep. Staying by her side as she couldn’t rest at all. Although a hospital never sleeps, it still quiets at twilight. But no, not anymore. For even night didn’t tire the fucking protestors. They screamed out, police desparately trying to control the situation, although they were smart. Hugging the gates, not actually on the property of the hospital. Thus, the police couldn’t pull any legalities on them. 

You never left the hospital anymore, every break and after your shifts, you would sit at Rei’s bedside. The aura was both somber and panicked, darkened with the occational sniffles and choked sobs of Rei’s rasped voice. Unlike the usual, you did not speak. You knew the voices in her head had come back now, and if you added your own, Rei wouldn’t be able to hold out any better than she already is. So, the only thing you knew to do was to never leave her alone, and her arms never left your back. You held her in an embrace every night, neither of you sleeping, neither of you talking. Slowly, she began to loosen her hold, gently sleeping a couple minutes a night with her chin resting on your shoulder. Your heart lit with hope, glad she could finally sleep a wink. Before long, she was truly able to fall into a decent slumber, her body resting against yours for a couple hours before she would gasp awake. Slowly but surely, improvement had come. And once Rei’s sleep schedule returned to some extent, you traveled back home to your apartment for the first time in over a week to gather your own well-deserved rest.

You wish you could say your return brought some comfort to you. But truly, the silence was eerie to say the least. Your mind was still worried. Worried that Rei would wake up in the middle of the night, all alone without you there. A part of you missed her already, but your boss became truly worried for your health after the bags under your eyes darkened into a bruise like hue. She demanded you at least go home for a night, and you relented. Truly, your body was giving up, and you needed the rest too.

Your keys twisted inside the lock as you pushed the door open, a familiar creak welcoming you back. You did not feel very welcome. The air was a piercing cold, with all the lights in your apartment off. The fact that it was late into the night did not help, with both an absence of light in your home and no twinkling stars to gaze upon. Everything was pure dark. You sighed, dumping your bag lazily by the door as you kicked off your shoes, taking heavy steps toward your room when you stopped. You stood still, so, so still. From the crack below your closed bedroom door, light bled into the dark hallway. You were scared, truly. You never leave the lights on before leaving, so what was happening here..? Why were the lights on?

A sense of dread filled your body, and you listened carefully. Nothing. No rummaging, no gentle thumps of someone’s steps, just the rays of light dauntingly brightening the floorboards and that white noise of ventilation. Quietly, you walked backward toward the front door, taking shaky breaths as your lungs quivered. You should’ve stayed with Rei. You shouldn’t have come. With how little sleep you had gotten, your mind felt as though you were floating. And obviously, you struggled to form any kind of rational thought about your current predicament. Despite that, you did have one thought. The thought that you must leave. Immediately. You didn’t care for your belongings, your jacket, nor your shoes and keys. All you cared for was to get the fuck out. 

Every pore on the wall felt as though an eye was peering through, watching your pathetically fearful movements. Shivers spiked down your spine and every dark crack of any open door had an imagined silhouette peering through, faces tauntingly smiling to you through the dark. You were panicking.

Your hand gripped the knob, turning it slowly to stiffle it’s persistent creaks before you flung open the door to bolt outside. Your mind raced, breath hitching as steps slapped upon the cement. As you approached a corner, you turned your head back as you kept running—fully expecting the door to fly open and a figure to chase behind you. You couldn’t imagine why you had to have some burglary occur. You didn’t live in an exceptionally poor or rich area, and there were blatant security cameras throughout the building. The more you watched your back, the more you felt a little silly. Nothing came, and you nearly slowed down your bolt as a light chuckle of relief fell before your mouth. You’re safe, your apartment was safe. There’s no threat in your room, obviously, you must’ve forgotten to turn off the lights. You turned the corner as your bolt slowed into a jog. Yet, your momentary relief was short-lived the moment you roughly crashed into something in front of you.

You fell back, falling hard onto your ass with your palms scraping against the unforgiving texture of the floor. Gravel stung, digging into your open skid marks. Athough, that pain was nothing compared to the strike fear over who stood before you. 

The very man upon your tv screen those days before.

The very man who single-handedly wrecked the top two heroes.

Dabi.

He looked down at you, a sickened gaze and smirk plastered over his graphic features. He looked manic, and he was manic. The way he demeaningly leaned down to you, hands dug deep into the pockets of his black slacks, the way he cocked his head to the side, it all made your throat starkly dry. 

‘Why the long face, Y/N?’ You internally gagged, your name sounded so vile on his tongue, in the way his face stared at you with hatred. How does he know your name? What does he want? You stared up at him speechlessly, your jaw falling silent and eyes dropping wide with horror. Your mind raced in confusion. Jumping from one false hope to another, trying to relieve your fear that you might not survive this encounter. Your only connection with Dabi was as the nurse of his mother, was he extrapolating some revenge against her? But why? Endeavour had been the main perpetrator of the abuse, so why are you being dragged into this so mercilessly? You couldn’t think clearly, but you did know one thing. Both of you well knew Rei had barely anything to do with the harm Touya had endured. Yet, here he was. Newly born as Dabi, as the Dabi who stared down at you as though you coddled his worst enemy your whole life.

His hand shot toward your collar, the fabric ripping at certain ends from the sheer force he used to drag you closer to his face. Your hands grappled at his wrist, fingertips digging into his hand before your force hesitated when you latched right onto his staples. You were scared. You were really, really scared. The way his smile grew wider in response to those pathetic tears that welled in your eyes, the way he held you so tightly your windpipe felt as though it was burning in pain. You felt misjudged. Thrown into an undeserving cruelty that you hadn’t even sinned enough to deserve. But obviously, why would a villain care about whether or not you deserved their violence?

‘Why are you so scared? I’m only here to thank you.’ He quirked, eyes wide as he laughed at your pathetic expressions of fear and struggle. ‘You won't die, so don’t be too dramatic.’ He smiled, yet, you didn’t feel comforted. Heck, a part of you here realized how much you wish you could’ve died at this moment. Was living through whatever he was about to put you through better than hell itself?

‘You took care of my dear old mom ever since I left, comforting her all those nights, helping her recover from Mr. Number One.’ His grip tightened, your collar bunching up into his palms, harshly wheezing your throat as you struggled to breathe. You knew no amount of fighting back was going to drain him down to stop. Dabi had you stood completely upright, right up on the tip of your toes as he held the majority of your body weight up by your neck, still leaning forward to truly yell into your face. Even without the threat of his quirk, you’d never stand a fucking chance against him with how he towers over you. You could tell of the venom Dabi had in his recalling of your care as his mother’s nurse, his pupils dialating in fury. Had he felt things were unfair? That he hadn’t had the help Rei needed when he felt so much worse? You tried to be empathetic, trying to find a way so you could make it out alive. But the more Dabi tightened his hold on you, the more you realized you wouldn’t be getting out of this unscathed—far from it, actually.

‘I’m here to repay you. You know? You spent so many years caring for her, so I’ll repay your act of kindness.’ His voice dripped in sarcasm, venom seeping through as his spat out to you right in your face. Suddenly, his expression morphed, his smile churning so wide the staples holding his smile  together began to rip at the corners of his mouth. ‘You know, that stupid woman isn’t the angel you keep treating her to be. Haven’t you seen little Shoto Todoroki? How do you think that scar on his precious face came to be?’ Your breath hitched as his grip tightened, your throat completely wrenched into his lone palm as heat began radiating through his fingers. Don’t listen to him, you told yourself. Rei messed up. She’s wasn’t the best mother. But no one helped her victim until she became the abuser. Shoto didn’t deserve that, neither did Rei deserve the cruelities of Endeavour, and nor did Touya deserve a crumb of the pressure he underwent. Can’t he understand that nearly everyone in this situation is some form of a victim? You felt frustrated trying to hold your tongue back against this man. He was blinded by rage, a rage that began rationally and morphed into something villianously sinister. It made you feel frustrated. He pitied himself too much. Everyone was struggling, Shoto and Rei too, so why was he so upset with you helping someone who needed to be helped?

‘You people disgust me. You save whoever the fuck you want, but leave the people who really need it out to burn up in a forest.’ You shook your head, shutting your eyes tightly in denial to his cruel accusations. You wanted to yell. Yell how stupid his words were, how tunnelled his thinking was. Dabi is being selfish. Yet, despite your anger, you were still striken with fear. You understood you were in no place to speak your mind, yet your words just spilled out in a frenzy.

‘You’re so linear.’ You said shakily, furrowing your eyebrows and trying to wrench your windpipe out of his grip so you could just barely breathe. ‘Rei was hurt too, she’s n-no angel, but she’s not such a demon either.’ You spoke quietly, but considered how you were choked up into the air it was remarkably impressive you could even get a peep out. Dabi seemed to only become amused, an upset form of amusement. Tears streamed down your cheeks, mainly from the physical agnoy, but moreso now that his palm began to luminate blue and heat up.

You were going to die over your fat tongue.

Your crying only seeming to fuel him even more as his smile ripped even wider. ‘I’m sorry— I didn’t mean it badly–‘ You panically wept. His eyes narrowed, a sense of absolute euphoria over the position of power he had. He felt so cocky, you know? He just ruined two of the top heroes’ careers and now he’s taking away the only support and comfort from his shitty mom. His revenge has just fucking started. He nonchalantly dropped your body onto the floor as he adjusted to stand straight. You crumbled to your knees, your hands flying to your throat as you wretched and coughed out. Your neck was painful to the touch, throbbing as you felt the bruise of his grip develop. Suddenly, he knelt down to one knee, looking at you with an unimpressed expression. 

‘Don’t be so fucking dramatic. Be grateful you’re alive.’ He spat, his tone unforgiving. You sobbed, trying your best to sniffle your crying as you bit down on your lip and shut your eyes tightly—too stuck in horror to look at whatever the fuck your current situation was. From the fear of death you just had, you nearly wanted to thank him for sparing your life. Your hands violently shaking as you refused to look up to him, parts of you begging that this was all some bad trip. Suddenly, he laughed. He began to laugh, growing louder and more insane. You stopped breathing, opening your eyes to see him heaving in absolute exhilaration. 

‘Don’t do that,’ He was profoundly euphoric, ‘you’re reminding me too much of how I cried to dear old Endeavour. What, are you trying to send me down memory lane?’ He finally calmed down a little, smiling at you as you knelt before him, fucking speechless. Your relief was immediately drowned out in the panic of what he was trying to do. He reached out, shoving his thumb into your mouth and forcing your jaw open. Taking his other hand, he forced two fingers down your throat without a shred of care. You gagged, grabbing his wrist and digging your nails into his skin as you felt a pill sink into being forced down into your body as he kept his fingers deep in your throat. Eyes wide as you tried to fight him off, jaw stiffening as you prepared to bite down on him. He stared you down warningly, his breaths deepening and hand warming on your jaw. You sobbed, relenting and loosening your grip on his wrist, shutting your eyes tightly. You felt a tear gently trickle down your cheek, it felt warm against your face. But not as warm as the threatening hand on your neck that wouldn't hesitate to burn. Dabi let go, standing up as you coughed out, feeling the pill stay stuck deep in your throat as you tried your best to ignore it. He lazily dragged his hand across your face, wiping your spit off his hand. You started to cry. Sobbing as quietly as you could as you heard. You could tell he was truly annoyed, clicking his tongue as he took heavy steps away from you - but still keeping a close enough distance to burn you alive if you tried to run away. You felt frustrated. What had you done to deserve this? What did he drug you with? Your panic made you hallucinate awful symptoms of the pill. The world began feeling dizzy, your head becoming light, ad your thoughts racing drunkenly. Although, rationally, you knew that you hadn't even digested the pill yet, so you tried your best to calm yourself down before the pill's effects would truly take place.

You didn't realize Dabi had taken his space between you two to take a quick call until he hung up, shoving his phone deep into his pocket before he looked back to you with a bored expression. 'Are you done crying?' He was annoyed. From the expression of apathy and boredom on his face, he resembled a tired dad sick of his children throwing a tantrum over every little thing. The way he looked down at you felt demeaning, and you felt your body shrink a little down into the core of your bruised heart. You wanted to stand up, your legs numb from being forced down to kneel this entire time. Yet, the fear you held over being burnt from any sudden movement kept you scarily still.

'Get up.' There wasn't a shred of care in his voice, but from the way he tangled his fingers in your hair, dragging you forward by it until you were knelt up awkwardly by his side like a dog, you weren't surprised by his verbal violence. Let alone his physical violence. You grabbed his hand, trying to ease the burning pain against your scalp. It felt as though your hair would rip from the root if he pulled just a little harder. Your eyes darted around, confusion to why he propped you up to him so closely. Was there some threat? Was something about to happen? You felt your heart pounding through your blouse, so loud it resonated inside your head. But, it didn't matter how much your scalp burned in pain. It didn't matter how your palms were still scraped open from your initial fall. It didn't matter how you had roughly fifteen minutes before that pill would digest. What did matter was that by the end of those fifteen minutes, you needed to be away from him and whatever he had planned for you. As though Dabi sensed your change in mood from fear to determination, his hand began to heat up.

'If you want to die, go ahead and try what you want. If not, stay down like the trash you are.' You felt the hope you built up crumble, maybe it was from Dabi's words. But mainly, it was from the literal crumble of the ground and roads in front of your apartment building. The way the earth caved in on the infamous stone-like creature that bulldozed through half of Japan—Gigantomachia of the League of Villians. His body was confined down so his brutish face was mere feet away from yours. His eyes were a glinted yellow, so much so they didn't resemble eyes in the slightest—moreso like large fragments of amber-filled or gold his sclera. You watched in horror as large rubbles of the road slipped down Machia's spikes, cracking their area of impact once they fell. Light after light turned on in your neighboring apartments, people opening their doors with pissed-off expressions darkened with eyebags. Looking to curse out whatever fool decided to make such a loud fuss in the middle of the night. Unsurprisingly, as the beast merely turned his head in their direction, and person after person ran out of their homes in wide-eyed fear.

Dabi rolled his eyes, unimpressed at their pathetic attempts at an escape. He raised his palm, flames bursting out from the center as screams of pain erupted. You stared in horror as the people you'd politely smile to every day burnt up before your eyes. You didn't plan it. Your arms reached up and grabbed Dabi's forearm to pull it down into our chest. You cringed when the flame lightly skimmed your shoulder, yet our grip on his arm remained iron. You refused to let people die right in front of you.

'What the fuck are you doing?!' He yelled, his flames dissipating as you watched a minuscule bunch run away safely. Dabi shoved you hard into the ground, glaring down at you in absolute annoyance. Yet you returned his glare, looking up at him with resentment. 'Fine, you wanna die? Go ahead.' He aimed his palm in your direction, a twinge of flames hurling out. Without a doubt, you were scared. You were scared of dying, scared of never seeing your loved ones again, and scared of the sorrow your death would cause. You hadn't had the impact you wished to have yet, yet here you were, about to die before barely making a dent of meaning in your life. But in that fear, you felt angry. Angry that you were being relentlessly harmed over helping someone who needed it, angry that Dabi would mercilessly burn the innocent without hesitation, and angry that he was mad at you over trying to save them. He was so unreasonable.

'God! Can you quit it?! I understand your pain, and I understand where you're coming from. But those people aren't Endeavour, Rei, or whoever else you hate! They didn't do anything to deserve being killed over, just like you didn't do anything to deserve what you went through as a kid. So why are you hurting them?!' You glared at him, adjusting your posture so you were sitting upright, a hand soothing the blistering burn on your shoulder. His flames fizzled out, and you saw his eyes widen. He was silent, still. As though for both of you, time stopped. You heard desperate steps fade away into the background, rubble from Machia falling upon the grass, and the sizzles of Dabi's flames eating away the fresh corpses that littered the scene about you two. His expression was apathetic, you couldn't read him. Yet, you felt his mind racing, before his palm picked up and slapped you, hard, right across your face.

'You understand me? Is that what you fucking said?' He was absolutely livid. You could hear the absolute anger in his voice, yet a soft smile spread across his lips. Your cheek felt stung, warm, and you were absolutely speechless. For some reason, him slapping you across your face felt more painful than the burn on your shoulder and the scrapes on your palms combined. It was the way he looked down at you. Down at you with absolute fury, as though you were a senseless fool. 'Don't you dare say you understand me when you haven't gone through what I did.' You could tell he wanted to kill you in that moment. You flinched when he reached out to you, expecting this to be your final moment. Instead, he threw you over his shoulder and jumped onto Machia's back, being dragged away to god knows where. You looked up to his face, catching a glimpse of his thumb wiping a droplet of blood from the corner of his eyes before wiping it onto his sleeve. Did he become injured? Or was that a common occurance? Truly, you shouldn't care. He had just battered you, violently dragging you upon the back of a rocky beast, and yet here your nursing instincts slapped you across the face to anaylze his aid.

Quickly, your brief confusion, or worry, for Dabi fell apart as you realized your legs couldn't feel the aggressive breeze of the wind against it's skin. You fought to move, to adjust your stature, yet you felt as though your nerves were burning, fighting against an invisble force that kept you scarily limp and still. Your heart began to pound in your chest, heavy breaths shaking your lungs as you nearly began to weep over what awful drug Dabi had foresaken onto you earlier. You felt constrained, uncomfortable, a distant tingle of pain tracing about the entirety of your skin as you tried to fight the stunt in your lower half. Your legs. Your legs were paraylzed. Your mind raced a mile a minute, heart dropping deep into your stomach. This isn't fair. It's not fair. You felt as though your life has fallen so far you couldn't even hear it's impact on the floor so down below. No resonating echoes, nothing. And that nothing was not at all what you deserved. You hand quivered, tracing across your shin to your thigh. It felt as though you traced your hand on another body, or a piece of your body that was no longer attached. You were disturbed, trying to keep your sanity together as your temples and eyes burned with frustrated tears. It wasn't until a tear hit your thigh, and you didn't even feel it, did you truly begin to break down.

Everything is a fucking mess.

#re-fucking-venge #yandere dabi #dabi #my hero academia #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #dabi x reader #mha x reader #bnha dabi #dabi smut #dabi headcanons #todoroki touya #todoroki toya #dabi angst

[takingchences]

good intentions m.list °₊ ⛧ ͯ , ༄

★ Rated 18+ | minors DNI

A young agent for the Hero Commission offers a hand to a scarred boy on the street, unaware that one act of kindness would come back to haunt her years later. After all, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

Pairing: Yandere!Dabi x fem!oc ( feat. Hawks )

Warnings: NSFW, dark themes, adult language, smut, violence, angst, dub/con, stalking, death, blood/gore, choking, yandere behavior, drugging, marking/branding, obsession, degradation, kidnapping, dacryphilia, voyeurism, Stockholm syndrome, and mentions of abuse. I probably left some out, but I'll put a warning on each chapter to be safe

playlist + face claim + my masterlist

Ch. 1 ⛧ Purpose

Ch. 2 ⛧ Reunion

Ch. 3 ⛧

Ch. 4 ⛧

more to be added...

Taglist: @minniebinnie @fabii275 @dabislittlemouse

#bnha #mha todoroki #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha dabi #touya x reader #todoroki touya #toya todoroki #todoroki toya x reader #bnha smut #angst #mha dabi #dabi smut #dabi #dabi angst #yandere #bnha hawks #keigo takami #league of villains #mha #my hero academia #bnha x oc #dabi x oc #yandere bnha #yandere mha #Spotify #dabi is touya #yandere dabi #boku no hero acedamia #bnha angst

[fluff-n-cookies]

(yandere-ish) DABI AS YOUR BESTIE PT 2#

part 1 hereee as well as a shiggy version for the simps

warnings : light swearing, mentions of killing (on dabi's side), over protective dabi. nothing graphic though. reader is fem, 23, dabi is 23 too.

likes to throw shit at you, not hard, just shit like pillows and stuffies he stole from the carnival.

I feel like he would complain about how terrible you look only to teach you how to do your make up better, and if you are already pretty good at it he spends time discussing it will you

also wearing the coolest sunglasses of all time and judging people in the mall together <3

come to your apartment DAILY to feed any pets and take care of household chores in his free time.

now, yandere time.

as a platonic yandere he will protect you at all costs, but won't kidnap you.

makes you think hes joking about running over that one guy that cat called you, and actually does it.

calls you squirt, bitch, loser, crybaby. lovingly.

without you really noticing he just kinda closed off your entire love life, and while he does let you have other friends they will be watching from the bushes whenever you guys hang out.

if you have plants he'll light trash on fire so your plants can get the CO2 they need. (your landlord has gotten sick of the smell, he's thinking of kicking you two out.)

if you know how to sow, he gets you to repair his coat whenever he damages it.

he stares at you like the chesire cat, I swear to god, he even wiggles his eyebrows at you just to annoy you, and if you ask what he's doing, he'll just say "nothin' just thinkin'" all smug, it so annoying.

and in reality he is thinking about you, just thinking about how stupid you look.

you don't, he is just genuinely happy to have you in his life, you're too good for him. thank you for being there for him.

#bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bnha headcannons #bnha #platonic yandere #dabi x reader #bnha dabi #mha dabi #dabi #todoroki touya #touya todoroki #touya x reader #mha touya #todoroki toya x reader #dabi todoroki #dabi touya

[yandere-mha-blog]

Part 8

word count:2290

You tell Keigo more about your past

yandere boyfriend Hawks x reader x yandere ex boyfriend Dabi

Keep reading

You stopped running right as you reached the school fountain, taking a deep breath, running while crying was not easy to do. You sat on the edge and ran your hands down your face. You remembered Yuki, you remember when you were trying to get some peace in the bathroom and a bucket of water was thrown over the stall.

When you opened the door you saw Yuki in the back with her friends snickering as they left

“Did you see her face?”

“She looked like a drowned rat.” Yuki giggled

You looked back at the fountain, a drowned rat huh…

Why did she have to be here, now of all places, just when you thought you could come out of your shell a bit and maybe make actual friends, there she was.

Back at the library Keigo, Yuki and the rest of the group were thrown out for making to much noise

“Way to go Yuki, you got us kicked out.” One of the guys said, “Ugh, I'm going to my dorm.”

“Same here.” Another girl said as the two walked off

“Hey, you should be thanking me for the warning.” Yuki said

“Alright I am so confused right now.” Keigo said and crossed his arms ``So you really just made someone run out of the library crying.”

“From guilt, she sent her crazy boyfriend to the class if we were breathing in the wrong direction.” she explained, Keigo remained unmoved with her story.

“Right…”

“It's the truth Keigo, she had her boyfriend beat up the teacher once.”

“Why would she send her boyfriend after people?” Keigo asked, “Well I'll have to get her side of the story, because you just sent one of my friends crying.”

“From guilt.” Yuki said 

'`Yup, if she feels guilty isn't that good?’ 

“I-...” Yuki closed her mouth

“Well later Yuki.” Keigo said as he walked off, he found you at the fountain looking down at your feet lost in through at least you weren't crying anymore. “Hey…you okay?”

You looked up at him, before looking away in shame, he sat next to you and let out a sigh

“So I'm guessing you and Yuki were classmates.” Keigo sked as he took a snack out from his bag “want some.”

“We were.” you said as your shook your head no

“So…you have a crazy boyfriend?” Keigo asked

“Ex.” you corrected him “and what she said was true,i don't really have an excuse for why i did what i did.”

“That so.” Keigo said as he took another bite, “I mean…I feel like someone like you, wouldn't just want to hurt someone.”

“You don't know me.” you said and looked away

“Well do you just want to hurt people?” He asked

“No…it's complicated okay.” you said 

“What happened?” he asked “you can tell me if you want to, but if you want me to leave i will.”

“No, Look it's a long story, in fact i didn't even plan on going to collage till my parents reminded me of the fact i wanted to be an author.” you explained “ I feel like an idiot looking back at everything.”

“I feel that.” Keigo said “I mean I did a lot of stupid things as a teenager…up until I was 20 actually.”

“20?” you said “wait how old are you?”

“23 and counting.” he said

“And it's your first year of college.”

“Like I said a lot of dumb things.” Keigo laughfed

“Well…i was kinda bullied, by the entire classroom, Yuki included.” You explained “I meet my ex after they tossed my desk out a window, and i just had enough, i meet him when i was hiding from clean up duty.”

“Oh..I see.’ Keigo said

“So he made it stop.” You continued “I knew how he handled it was wrong, but I was just so grateful I could finally just get through school without constant ridicule, harassment, and buckets of water thrown on me.”

“I think i get the picture now.” Keigo said “So I'm guessing his violent attitude is why the relationship ended.”

“Kind of, my parents sent in an application for a couple of colleges because… i ran away from home to live with him,agh idiot, so when i graduated they gave me a box of my old journals and books, and i think i got put back in reality for a second, because i wanted to go to school to be an author and when i told him, he wasn't happy, and he kicked me out of the apartment and i ended up having to walk to my parents home, alone, at night, with a dead cell phone.”

“Crist.’ Keigo said “So you were being bullied, he stopped the bullying, you were grateful.”

“Major rose colored glasses.” you added “so that's why i don't have any social media, it was just full of him, and i just don't want to be miserable anymore.”

“Man…what a dipshit.’ Keigo said “Well hey we are still friends don't worry.”

“You still want to be friends with me?” you asked 

“Hey I'm not exactly a clean slate either, who am I to judge.” Keigo said

“Oh, does it have something to do with why they call you Hawks?” you asked and leaned in

“Sure dose.” he said 

“Well now you have to tell me.” You said with a smile “I told you my bullshit, now you have to tell me yours.”

“Hmmm I dunno if I can just tell you, I feel like I have to show you.” He explained

“Well then show me.” you said “Or you are going to continue to be a weirdo.”

“Hey i am not a weirdo.” he said “do you take me as a weirdo?”

“...no.” you said, he leaned in

“(name) do you take me as a weirdo?” he asked

“Nope, not at all.” you said and looked away while trying to stifle your laughter, still someone caught your attention out of the corner of your eye, you jumped back but when you opened your eyes again he was gone

“Hey you good?” Keigo asked since you had just slammed into him

“What?” oh yeah sorry, i thought i just saw someone.” you said

“Was it your ex?” Keigo asked

“I thought so..” you said and rubbed your eyes “but i must have just thought id seen him, or mistook him for someone else”

“You sure?” Keigo asked again, just to make sure “Because from the look of horror in your eyes.”

“I'm fine really.” you said “and back to the question at hand why do they call you Hawks, if we are friends you'd tell me.”

“Okay , fine fine i'll show you why.” he said getting up “Follow me.”

“Where are we going?” you asked as you grabbed your bag

“Parking garage.” he said

“You are being a weirdo again.” you once again stated, he shot back a  smile

“Hey you wanted to know why, then follow me.” he said, you strolled behind him and looked back at the spot you thought you saw Dabi, no there was no way he would be here.

Except he was, he saw you make eye contact with him and he quickly got out of eye sight. Still,there was the guy you were posing with in that photo, and now you were following him to a parking garage, he knew you were dumb, but not this dumb.

“Lot 56…lot 56.” Keigo mumbled “And here it is!”

He panned over to a red car

“My 1967 convertible mustang!

“Oh it's a car.” you said

“Yup, my car, except i decked it out to go 320 kilometers, instead of the standard 255 kilometers and hour.” he boasted

“Ohhhh I see, actually I don't see what this has to do with you being called Hawks.” you said

“Oh good questions all around.” he said “you see Hawks was my street racing name, so everyone around me started calling me that, then word of mouth got around and even people who barely knew me started calling me that, and well it just kinda spiraled to where everyone called me that.”

“Ohhhhh, so wait, why did they call you Hawks on the road then?” you asked

“...aren't you a little freaked out by the whole you know, illegal street racing thing?” he asked

“Not really me and my ex would sometimes go and watch them and place bets, altho i think i ever saw you…”

“Well my last one was a little under a year ago.” He explained “did your ex ever participate?”

“No, he gets motion sickness.” you explained

“...loser.” Keigo said “And the reason for Hawks is because I was too fast, nearly unbeatable, but I've given up on that life and am just trying to get back on my feet, so see we aren't so different from you and I.”

“Guess so.” you said 

“And there is one last thing to the nickname, altho they came after it was established.” he said

“Oh, more to the story?” you said and he took his jacket off

“Okay now don't freak out.” he said as e lifted the back of his shirt up, and you saw two red wings tattoos that went from his shoulder blades to his biceps, your face went red

“Oh wow those are so pretty!” you said “Let me see the ink.”

You grabbed his arm and looked at the ink 

“Wow the lines are really clean and i love the color, how did the healing process go?” you asked with a dazzling look in your eyes

“Haha you think so?” He asked as he pulled the back of his shirt down “Glad because the guy who did them, shouldn't have done them on a highschooler but here I am, stuck with them…forever.”

“But that is so cool.” you said “I love tattoos, i think they are so pretty.”

“That's so.” Keigo replied “well glad to know you have an open mind.”

“I think I am the last person to judge others.” you said, Keigo noticing the look of gloom creeping up on your face made a suggestion

“How about you and me go for a ride.” he said

“Really?” you said “sure im down but promise you will follow the road laws”

“Hey i said i am a changed man.” he said as he pulled his keys out of his pocket, there was a tiny bird plush dangling from the end

“...cute..” you said under your breath

“You say something?” he asked as he unlocked the door and got in the driver's seat.

“Nope.” you said, and he pushed the passenger door open, you got in looking around the old car.

Dabi was watching this whole thing slacked jawed, did you really just get into a strange man's car, seriously how naive were you. He rushed out of the parking garage and went back to the car Kent was in, he got in and turned the radio off.

“Did you find her?” kent asked

“Sure did, follow that red car and don't get spotted.” Dabi said

“Wait is that, holy shit it is!’ Kent said

“I said drive.” Dabi said

“I am, I am.” Kent said as he followed behind the two of you “so what is the plan here, you gonna talk to her and say sorry or something?”

“Something like that.” dabi replied, as the car took a quick turn,, about 30 minutes of tailgating later they arrived back at campus

“Wow.” you said as you moved the hair out of your face “that was awesome!”

“See it's like flying.” he said with a wide smile “this your stop?”

“Yup that's me.” you said as you got out “Thanks for the joy ride, i'll see you tomorrow.”

“Glad to see it cheered you up.” he said “i gotta get to my job now, but see you later.”

“Bye Keigo.” you said and waved him off, you walked towards your apartment and unlocked the door, it was a long day.

Kent pulled up and let out a sigh 

“Dude…i am almost out of gas…”

“Can I refill the tank?” Dabi said as he looked which apartment you headed into, making a mental note, he tossed kent his credit card and got out of the car 

“Go refill the tank, and rent a two bedroom hotel room.” Dabi said 

“You are just going to talk to her and make up for it.”

“I have it handled now.” Dabi said as he sat on the bench outside the apartment complex, He needed to make sure the time was right, when most people were either going out to party, or too tired from school to care about anything happening outside their own world.

You wanted a bath and to get your homework done, also some food, you were sure you had some leftovers.

You were chilling the tub eating some leftovers when your phone buzzed

“Hey you left your student id in my car o7o”

“Oh what lame.”

“I can drop it off after work. I'm almost there. I know the complex but which number are you?”

“434, can't miss it “

“Cool, I'm almost done with my shift.”

“THANK YOU!!!”

“No problemo 0<0”

You got out of the tub and put yourself in some comfortable pjs, you got back to work on your assignment when the door knocked.

“Coming.” you said as you walked over an opened the door

“Thanks for returning my Id-”

You  were hit with the familiar scent of cigarettes , and a familiar black shirt with a unground band logo.

“So this is where you went.” Dabi said with his usual aloof look on his face “I need to talk to you, right now.”

#yandere keigo takami #keigo takami #yandere hawks #mha hawks #bnha hawks #yandere hawks x readr #yandere keigo takami x reader #yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #yandere toya todoroki x reader #yandere toya todoroki #yandere mha #yandere mha x reader #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha

[yanderenightmare]

aight so what's dabi like in bed?

Dabi - Todoroki Touya

TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, he's a sleazy dom

A SHITTY DOM

Dabi is a scumbag sleaze.

A head-pusher and a cocky fucking asshole. Pets your head and hushes and tuts at you as he makes you swallow his dick balls-deep to the hilt. An ugly soft smile on his lips as he looks down at you serving him, at you struggling and gagging, ordering you to be a good girl and lick him up, take him all the way in.

He gets what he wants without much struggle. He’ll push and nudge and persuade and gently force his goal forward, rendering you in no position to say no, ignoring it if you do. He just tells you to relax and breathe and keeps pushing.

It would be a surprise to feel him play with your clit while rutting into you, as he doesn't usually chase anyone's end but his own. Selfishly using your body to fulfill whichever means he desires, whether that be as a cum-dumpster, body pillow, or a plushie for him to cry into when he wakes from yet another nightmare in the dead of night.

He likes to slap you around a bit. But not really in any effort to actually hurt you.

Giving your ass a rough squeeze and a nice loud smack doesn't hurt you. All it does is let you know how you need to ride his cock faster.

And those small taps he makes with his hand on your cheek when his cock is pressed into the pocket of your mouth are meant more as encouragement than anything else. It's just his way of expressing how cute you look when you're struggling to take his cock down your throat.

It's the same with the curt smacks he makes to the back of your skull. They're only meant to help. Assisting you in choking his cock further down until you have him nicely swallowed down to the base.

Besides, those light slaps to your face after you’ve gagged on his dick for the better half of an hour are always done with love, of endearment. When he’s smeared all spit and cum over your dumb expression, painted you with the sloppy mess, making you look so glossy and beautiful with those precious slicked teary lashes and blubbering swollen lips pouting up at him.

He circles his large, lanky fingers and ensnares your windpipe, liking how you squeeze him when he chokes you. Sinking into your weeping cunt, running you through until finally emptying all he's worth deep inside you.

It's his way of saying thanks.

#dabi smut #dabi thirst #todoroki smut #todoroki thirst #todoroki touya smut #todoroki toya x reader #yandere dabi #boku no hero academia smut #yandere dabi x reader #yandere bnha #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere mha #yandere my villain academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere touya todoroki #yandere touya x reader #yandere touya #mha dabi #dabi todoroki #bnha dabi #dabi bnha #dabi my hero academia #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #dabi imagine #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #bnha todoroki #todoroki #yandere todoroki

[ailawritesfics]

✎yandere dabi

✎cw: yandere behavior, kidnapping, dubcon/noncon, penetration, use of slut/whore/doll, afab!reader, edging, use of toys

✎1.4k words

✎I haven't written anything in months so I'm trying to slowly get back into writing and who better to write for than this burnt mf

You had helped him a few times before. Every time the both of you crossed paths, Dabi always looked exhausted and on the brink of fainting. The faint smell of burning flesh wafted through the air, his movements uneven-- often limping --and yet he always wears that damn smirk no matter how bad of a state he's in. It didn't matter if his body temperature is exceeding what he can handle due to overusing his quirk, or if his burns continued to spread; he has you.

He has you to fix him. To heal him. Everytime he runs into you, purposely or accidentally, you always end up using your quirk on him. Whether it's out of pity or because of your naturally caring nature, you didn't know anymore nor did you care. He always seems to run to you whenever he gets hurt and you heal him in return with no questions asked; so why even bother questioning the logic behind these unplanned encounters?

You wish you did.

You didn't know better so you didn't question him whenever your paths collided. He's a villain, a very dangerous villain, you shouldn't be helping him. The obvious wanted posters and frequent news broadcast of him and his group's heinous acts should've been enough to make you turn the other way, to ignore him despite the worrisome state you'd always see him in. But how could you? He relied on you. He depended on your generosity. If you're being honest, you like it more than what you let on. Having someone acknowledge you and actually appreciate your help... Well, Dabi was never really vocal about his appreciation but he made up for his lack of verbal responses through his actions.

It started off simple. At first they were nothing more than fleeting touches, from tapping your cheeks to patting your head, but as time went on and your seemingly unplanned meetings became more and more frequent that you began to wonder if he had intentionally sought you out rather than a chance encounter, they soon turned to something more intimate. Hand holding, late night talks, and even the occasional make out sessions.

Is it serious? What you and Dabi have, your relationship... You had asked yourself multiple times what you are to each other but with how quickly he disappears soon after receiving your help, you think it might be nothing more than a fling. Your heart aches to think so but what could you do?

Dabi was sweet.

The Dabi you knew can be rough but he was also gentle in his own way. Despite how distant he acts, you can feel the affection in his fleeting touches so when he suddenly acted out of character, more cold and aggressive you didn't know what to do. You may be clueless of the reason but on his side, he blew up like a fuse.

He was sure that he had you, he was sure you were falling for him. Heck, you already made out with him so why, why in the world did you have to get a boyfriend? He exhausted his patience just because he didn't want you getting scared of him and running off and yet this is how you treat his effort? Was he not enough? Did you really see him as just a fling?

Even if you didn't, he didn't care anymore. He had to have you. You're either his or no one else's. He didn't want to have to resort to unethical means to have you by his side but you forced him.

Hearing your name come from another's lips had never made you feel so disgusted before. You shuddered, feeling Dabi's hot breath against your ear as he slowly pushed himself inside you.

You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from wincing due to the stretch as your cunt made way for his cock. Dabi let out a groan when he bottomed out inside you, his tip kissing your cervix and making you tremble in his grip. He's big. You didn't need to see it to believe it, you're already feeling it. The way his cock stretched your walls is both painful and pleasurable. If he hadn't taken you against your will then maybe you'd actually enjoy these moments with him.

The hand on your waist tightened, the pads of his fingers heating up your skin under his touch whilst the other carelessly held a remote, controlling the vibrator he forced into your ass. The frequency of the vibrations were set to a low setting, you silently thanked him for it.

It seems that he's in a rather good mood tonight. If he weren't, you would've already been filled to the brim with his cum, vibrator stuck in your asshole and your cunt stuffed with a glass dildo to keep himself from leaking out of your abused hole. Though that didn't exactly bring you a lot of reassurance. When Dabi's in a good mood, he goes down one of two routes: raw, vanilla sex or fun with toys. Both ends with you getting creamed, and knowing Dabi.. Well, the word gentle isn't in his vocabulary.

Not anymore. Ever since he had chained you to his bed he's been everything but gentle towards you.

You flinched at his touch as his hand moved to caress your tear-stained cheeks, thumb ghosting across your skin and stopping once it reached just below your eye. He chuckles lowly, purposely shifting his hips. "Why are you crying? You got what you want, don't be a greedy whore."

The way his length moved within you made you gasp. You cursed at him in your mind, knowing full well that he moved on purpose with full intent on arousing you further. He positioned himself so his cock just barely grazed your sweet spot, driving you crazy. After keeping you captive for weeks and railing you every night since then, he knows your body more than you do by now; he likes to think so. The lack of friction is driving you mad and you hated it.

"Please.." You murmur, barely audible had Dabi not made violating your personal space a hobby.

"Please what?" He hums, "Use your words, doll. I won't know what you want if you won't tell me."

His tone is mocking. The way he stared back at you with hooded eyes and a smirk on his lips made you want to smack him upside the head, if only the rising desire and heat in your nether regions weren't a current problem.

You loathed having to resort to asking Dabi, of all people, to provide you reprieve when he was the cause of all of this. After edging you for hours on end, bringing you near the edge only to pull his fingers away, you've lost count of how many ruined orgasms he's caused.

And yet you relent, having been pushed to your limits and desperate for release. With stray droplets of tears falling down your cheeks, your pleas and whimpers were like music to Dabi's ears as you begged him to let cum, to ruin you and use you as he pleases.

Dabi's smirk remains as he basks in the satisfaction of having reduced you to a sobbing, begging mess from hours of edging and teasing. And he finally listens, pulling his hips back only to slam back into you over and over. He holds your legs and practically folds you in half in a mating press, driving his hips into yours with fervor.

The drag of his cock against your walls has you arching into him and your nails digging into his back, causing him to hiss in your ears.

After being denied an orgasm for who knows how long, your moans highten as you feel yourself reaching your high quickly. Your walls clamping down on Dabi's cock as you came hard, screaming his name as you came. 

 "Fuck, look at you-- s'that feel good, doll?" He laughs, watching you try to respond but can't form any coherent response aside from whimpers and choked sobs. "Have I fucked you dumb already? We barely even started."

His thrusts don't stop, only getting quicker as he leans back to admire how you look beneath him. You're in for a long night.

#yandere bnha #bnha smut #bnha x reader #dabi smut #dabi x reader #yandere dabi #toya todoroki #todoroki smut #dabi imagine #bnha imagines #fanfic

[dabislittlemouse]

Telling yandere!Dabi you’ll never love him and he says, “you really feel that way? Fine. If you won’t love me then I’ll make you fear me.”

What happens next is up to you 👀👀👀👀

Fear me, love..

➛ word count: 2.6k

➛ contains: mature themes, MDNI +18, scroll away if this isn’t your cup of tea ! yandere!Dabi x f!reader

➛ warnings: nsfw, yandere themes, kidnapping, gaslighting, slapping, noncon, overall Dabi being mean and scary. This ended up turning into a fic uwu

➛ tags: @kelin-is-writing @ohnoitsthatonekid @anni3-arts

➛ Reblogs would be appreciated!

You have been warned! Read at your own risk!

The pyromaniac was enamored by you.

The very moment he laid his eyes on you, when you were walking down the street on your way to work, that’s when Dabi knew he had to have you. It could be the possessive urge claim and break things that were pretty and perfect, the opposite of him, or maybe it really was love at the first sight. He doesn’t know, nor does he care to know, as his purpose was to make you his forever. Dabi was a greedy man, and when he wanted something, he’d get it. 

And that’s exactly what he did. Since months you’ve been locked in his apartment, in his room, without seeing a ray of sunshine and the outside world again. With tears rolling down your cheeks you keep aksing him why, why he’s been keeping you like his caged pet, and all he answers is that he loves you. He claims that he is protecting you from the outside world, because the world is dangerous for a pretty fragile thing like you. He’d be the one to make you happy instead, getting whatever you want, every kind of jewelry, clothes, plushies, doll you up and treat you like the princess you were, but that was never enough. Dabi knew you still hated him and feared him, but he never gave up, he didn’t just want to claim you as a person, he also wanted to claim your heart and soul, make you fall deeply in love with him. For a while you’d been pliant and obedient, to the point he really thought you might feel something for him, since you didn’t seem to flinch whenever he came close to you or attack him out of nowhere. It gave him hope, knowing that he could finally trust you and let you a bit free, treat you normally, hanging out together as a couple instead of keeping you locked inside like a prisoner. 

“You’ve been such a good girl for me lately..” he says one day, fingers gently playing with your hair as his soft azure eyes stare at your lips. “Finally got it inside your little brain that I do love you, huh?”

When you don’t say anything, he grabs your chin, turning your head to him and looking in your eyes. 

“You know I’d burn the world for you, Y/N..” he whispers, his lips inches away from yours as you nod dumbly, remembering all the corpses Dabi had left behind him, corpses that belonged to your former coworkers, friends, boys who Dabi suspected that look at you too much. “I don’t like locking you up like this love, truly. I’d really love to take you to places, going on a date, all those gushy things couples do~” he chuckles, kissing your lips softly. 

“I don’t want to go anywhere with you” you mumbled, backing off from the kiss. He was insane; did he really expect for you to consider this normal? To be a couple? 

The smirk faded off his pale face, his gaze making you nervous as he stayed silent for a moment. He swallowed, licking his lips and titling his head.

“What was that?” 

“I-I said.. I don’t want to go anywhere with you” you gulped, looking away from him. Dabi simply nodded, his hand coming to caress your cheek delicately, but his face expression remained stoic. Not even a hint of softness in those eyes as usual, it made you uncomfortable.

“After everything I’ve done for you..” he says softly, his thumb brushing on your lower lip. “It still isn’t enough?”

His hand now grabs your chin tightly, forcing you to look at him as you yelped in fear. “Nobody out there would even piss on you if you were on fire, y’hear me? Nobody out there gives a shit about you. I am the only one who cares about you, getting you everything that nobody else ever could.. and this is how you reward me, Y/N?”

Now you felt your face getting hot from the anger, forcing yourself to get away from his grasp and slapping his hand away. 

“Reward you? I didn’t even want to be here, at all! Did you really think buying me stuff would make me love you?” you laugh, angry tears forming in your eyes at this absurdity. “I’ll never love you, Dabi. Never.”

Dabi raised his eyebrows, suddenly stopping in his tracks and just stared at you, your words ringing on his ears over and over. The room was suddenly filled with an uncomfortable silence, as Dabi froze there, empty soulless eyes gazing at you. You suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe, his intimidating gaze suffocating you, making you feel small and weak. Then his eyes darkened, a smirk appearing on his face, but it wasn’t his usual flirtatious one, which you suddenly wish it was. 

“Is that so?” he grunted, his tall figure looming over yours. “You really hate me this bad huh? Heh, figured..” he says, faking a hurt tone in his voice. Or maybe he wasn’t actually faking, maybe your words really cut deep in his dead cold heart, who knows..

“Alright then, since ya wanna get away from me so bad..” he proceeds to grab the keys of the door, throwing them to you. “Get out.”

You stare at him for a moment, eyes wide in shock, not believing what he was saying. “W-What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself woman. Get. Out.” he snaps. You swallowed nervously, shaky hands grabbing the keys of the front door, the only way out of this, towards your freedom. Dabi leaned against the wall, amused even, watching you walking towards the door. Then his voice made itself known again. 

“But..”

There are always “but’s”, you should’ve known it from a man like him. You didn’t really think it would be that easy for you to get out of here.

“You have approximately 20 seconds to get out of this dingy building, love. I’ll count, don’t worry..” Dabi chuckled. “In case I hit 20, and I still see your pretty ass wandering around, not out of the building..” he licked his lips, humming. “Mm let’s just say, you ain’t gonna like the consequences of losing this little game”

Your breath hitches on your throat, your hands sweating and tears forming in your eyes. He was wicked, playing this game of cat and mouse as you sat there, terrified. 

“You want your freedom sweet thing? Earn it.” Dabi said harshly, hands on his pockets as he smiled lazily at you.

“One..”

You yelped in fear as he started counting, and you weren’t even close at the door yet. Dabi’s apartment was on the third floor, so it will take you a good time to get down the stairs. Your shaky hands immediately went for the keys, trying to unlock the door and cursing through your teeth as you barely sticked the key inside.

“Two..”

The door finally opened. You let out a relieved breath as you started running down the stairs, as fast as you could. Being locked inside for a long time, without properly walking or running outside, made it difficult for you to run fast now. But this was your only chance to escape, and no way in hell you’d accept losing it.

“…eight, nine..”

Dabi’s voice was now louder, raising it on purpose so it could be heard down to the first floor. The building was abandoned, that’s why he specifically chose it as his personal hideout. You were finally on floor zero, now the only thing left to do was pull the heavy metallic door of the building and finally get out. 

If only that was as easy..

Your weak hands grabbed the door handle, pulling as much as you could but no avail. The door simply creaked loudly but it barely even moved.

“… thirteen, fourteen..”

“N-No.. no shit.. shit!” You cursed through your teeth, tears forming in your eyes and heart pounding out of your chest. Dabi was close to 20 and the door was not even opening. At all. You groaned in frustration as your hands hurt from pulling the metallic handle, gasping hard as panic was taking over your body. “Come on..” you whined at the door which refused to move.

“…seventeen..”

It was useless. If Dabi came looking for you, he’d definitely see you pathetically trying to open the door. His words rang through your mind, what would possibly happen if he saw you? Without thinking twice you figured it was best to hide. The building had some sort of basement, where the boiler and many useless things like containers, random boxes, old furniture were dumped there as well. 

“Twenty.. ready or not here I come~” Dabi chirped out almost excitedly, like some kid enjoying a game at the park. But the smile on his face was nothing but happy, it was devilish and wicked, fangs ready like a predator hunting its prey. His steps were slow and heavy, as if he was taking his sweet time to come downstairs and get you, while you immediately ran for the basement, trying to be as quiet as possible, hiding inside what seemed an old wardrobe. Hands clasping your mouth, you held your breath, your heartbeat so loud even Dabi might hear them. The tears rolled freely down your cheeks, utterly terrified at the thought of him finding you. You’d never seen him this scary, almost psychotic, he’d always be sweet and a bit forceful towards you but that was all. He tolerated you, a lot. And you fucked up by saying those words.

“Now, now..” Dabi clicked his tongue, eyeing the building’s creaky door barely opened and chuckling to himself, already knowing how weak you are. “I don’t think my little mouse has really escaped, has she? Too bad..”. He headed for the basement, slowly going down the stairs, not bothering to get any flashlight as he could perfectly see in the dark. Your fingers digged on your cheeks, barely breathing and trying your best to not let out any sound at all. Pathetic of you to believe that he wouldn’t actually find you here..

“Y/N..” he said threateningly. “You do know you broke this man’s heart, don’t ya? So mean and selfish you are..” Dabi exclaimed, with only one kick he pushed  some of the furniture away with his foot, the loud noise echoing in your ears. “So cruel..” he now kicked at the boxes around, making a mess.

“After everything that I did for you..” he now stops in front of the wardrobe, his grin wide and eyes flaring. You froze in your place, not even breathing at all as he came closer. “If you won’t love me.. then I’ll make you fear me”

With a harsh movement he opened the wardrobe, the door almost breaking as you let out a shriek, crawling on the opposite side while he giggled maniacally.

“There you are-”

His hand pulled you roughly by your hair out of the closet while you screamed for him to stop. 

“-little bitch” 

With ease he managed to get you up on your feet, and then forcefully throwing you and slamming you on an old wooden table nearby, which resulted in it breaking in the process. Pieces of wood managed to pierce through your skin and making you bleed. Too weak to even stand up, you crawled away from him. Unfazed, he approached towards you, his leather boot stepping on your head as he leaned down, smiling mischievously while you whined in pain.

“Gave you a chance and you blew it away..” he whispered. “Thought you hated me so much you’d have been out by now.. but nah, seems like you wanted this, can’t get away that easily from me huh..”

He pulled you up by your hair again, this time throwing you on an old couch like a ragdoll. You tried to catch your breath, looking up at him with your teary terrified eyes.

“P-Please.. stop, I’m sorry.. I-I didn’t mean it.. Dabi plea-”

His hot palm striked on your cheek hard, almost making you pass out at the brutal force of his slap. And another one on your other cheek, making them all red and puffy with his handprints on them, and your face burned. 

“Ungrateful sluts like you need discipline..” he laughs, hands unbuckling his belt immediately. “And I’m more than happy to give that to ya. Now turn around..before I fucking make you”

Not saying any further words, you slowly turned around on your hands and knees, sobbing quietly as he placed himself behind you.

“Ass up.”

You arched your back enough, face down on the dirty couch and your ass shamefully on display, perfect view for him. Burning off your underwear, his hot hand came down your asscheek hard, making you flinch and scream in pain. 

“Gonna turn you into a little painslut..” another hard smack on the other cheek. “My painslut. Cause it seems you don’t need my love at all..” 

Without a single warning his throbbing cock shoved forcefully between your velvety walls, the pain taking the air out of your lungs completely, no preparation at all, as your mouth fell open, but no scream manage to came out of it. 

“D-Dabi.. please stop! It hurts!” you finally manage to say, letting out choked sobs as he pumped into you a few more times. Dabi fucked you only twice, the first time taking your virginity. In both times Dabi was in fact passionate, gentle and caring, making sure you were feeling good even though you’d try to hide it. But now.. now it was completely the opposite, you were terrified at the man behind you, now realizing how much you’ve underestimated him and taking his kindness for granted. 

“Hurts, hah? Gonna hurt you real good, just the way you hurt me..” he spits hatefully, gripping on your asscheek harshly and heating his hand up, to the point you started to feel the burn piercing through your skin, totally paralyzing you from the behind at the unbearable pain that he inflicted on you. That would definitely leave a nasty scar, just like the many other ones he’d leave on you this night. 

“You’re mine, got that?” he whispers in your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck while the brutal movements of his hips thrusted in and out of you. “You belong to me, you were born for me, pretty girl. You were born for me to break you and brand you, my sweet little doll..” You felt dizzy, your body aching and sore to the point all you could do is babble incoherently at his words as he fucked you dumb.

“Fear me, love. Hate me.. say it, c’mon. Tell your man how much you hate him!” he shouted, his hips trembling as he was close to cumming. “Tell me you hate me!”

“H-Hate you.. I hate you..” you stuttered, choking on your own tears. “S-so much.. aaah I hate you!” 

“That’s it- oh fuck” he groaned loudly as he came hard deep inside of you, painting your walls white as his seed leaked down your trembling thighs. “Ngh- such good pussy- all mine!”

After a few more pumps, he finally pulled out of you as he enjoyed the view in front of him; you totally fucked out, your body wounded and bloody as pearly cum leaked slowly down your thighs. Fixing his pants, he patted your head gently before heading for the stairs.

“I expect you to come upstairs within 10 minutes.. crawl if you have to..” he smirked as you whined in desperation for him to come get you. Dabi would be lying if he said he didn’t feel bad about doing this to you, for treating you this way, but he had already made up his mind to discipline you real good. That’s the only way you’d listen to him, and maybe one day, even love him too. 

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Re-Fucking-Venge.

⤩ Yandere!Dabi x Nurse!Reader

⤩ Warnings: Kidnapping, non-sexual hair pulling, paraylsis, angst, drugging, profanity, descriptions of panic attacks, violence, slight horror.

⤩ Word Count: 6.67k

⤩ Synopsis: ‘Come dance with me in hell, won’t you, Father?’ And boy did Dabi fucking mean it. Poor little you to have been his next ledge to mindfuck his father to shards. 

I might continue this... I really want to... If it does continue it’ll turn into a sort of smut and publicized hostage sitch. It’s not really yandere yet,,, if it does continue it will be. 

Honestly, everything's turned into a fucking mess.

After the absolute devastation of Dabi’s theatrical exposing of Endeavour, your workplace was swarmed by furious citizens and questioning paparazzi. They were angry. So fucking angry. Angry for the fact that Endeavour had such cruel impositions on his children, angry that his actions caused the root of such a murderous villain, and angry at the fall of heroes being ironically unheroic. Day or night, their anger wouldn’t stop. The continuous flashing lights of cameras, the synchronized yelling, and the fists that shook in the air. With the mantra of harassment towards your hospital, one would think you’re caring for number one himself—the one Dabi framed as the center point for his villainous roots, the one who did most of the hurting. But, no. You weren’t caring for Endeavour. You were the main nurse for his wife, Rei. And that's what truly ticked your soul.

It absolutely baffled you. Why were such a mantra of citizens harassing a regular person? Can’t they properly think that if Dabi’s speech pointed at Endeavour, it’s mainly Endeavour’s doing? Article after article, you started to understand that many hard-luck Endeavour fans were convinced that the abuse Dabi had forsaken was all Rei’s fault.

‘She’s manipulative.’

‘What a fucking gold digger.’

‘No wonder Endeavour had to take out his anger on his children.’

Yet who was the one in psychiatric care? Are these people truly blind to the obvious victim here? It made your blood boil.

You kept Rei under your loving care for years. As someone who had their own fucked up family situation, you felt for her since her admission oh so many years ago. You knew who she truly was, and so, it made you enraged that these strangers yelled at her as though they’d known her all their ignorant lives. As if they had the entire situation figured out when even Endeavour had his own twisted narration of what happened. People believe what they want to believe, and you began to understand that. People protect what and who they wish to protect. It did not matter how morphed and wicked the twists on their perceptions may be—as long as they can justify themselves. As long as they can justify the wrong.

And so, here, Rei was not the object of the crowd’s protection. She was the embodiment of their malformed justifications. The receiver of their hatred, the one to hear the garbage and clunk of cans thrown against her window.

It’s during a time like this that you’re truly brought back. Brought back to the Rei who first arrived. The Rei who was constantly in a fight or flight response. For the first few weeks of her stay, she wore a horrid expression of absolute dread. Her eyes truly had no spark, and her body felt empty of any soul. She always looked down, her chin tucked near her chest as she zoned out into a singular corner of her room. Many of the doctors and nurses complained to the head, saying she was too much for our hospital to handle. Whenever someone merely grazed her arm while cleaning her room, she would scream out in horror—thrashing about as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. Thus, when nurse after nurse had quit being her caretaker, finally you came up to the chopping block, and you had heard a lot about her. Of course, none of which was positive.

‘She’s fucking insane.’

‘That woman makes me want to quit.’

‘Thank god I got switched out.’

‘Goodluck, Y/N, you’ll need it.’

When you first saw her, the barrier you had about yourself slipped. No, you didn’t see a manic woman, nor did you see some form of a psycho. What you saw, mesmerized you. You were entranced. She was truly beautiful. Her white hair gently framed her face, while the sunlight in her room had a cold, blue hue, that you didn’t feel was present anywhere else in the hospital. She had the aura of an apathetic beauty, a flower that was plucked - for even wilting roses had their charm. Her eyes, though, those wonderful eyes. You could tell her deep irises once held the spark of happiness, the spark of hope and care. Yet now, her eyelids hung low, dark circles beneath her lids dragging her visage lower, and her posture as an enervated slouch. It was in that moment when you first laid eyes on her did you truly see who was deep inside the shell of her abused being. She brought you back, brought you back to who you easily could have become—shown you who you would’ve been had you not fought tooth and nail against your resolves. And so, determination flared inside of you. You will help her. You will bring back her spark. No one should fight so alone against something a crowd can’t handle. Thus, even if you’re the only one by her side, you will still be there.

It had taken a couple of months for you to barely disarm her violently defensive walls, but you managed. You always knocked on her door before entering, peering through before stepping into the room. You set up a small stool by her bedside, and every time you came to her you would sit down before getting to your medicinal caretaking. You’d smile, greet her warmly, and tell her silly stories about your day. Tales of the warm old man across the hall, of those pesky UA kids that couldn’t help but fight a little too hard for others. You would go into detail after detail, eyes dancing across the empty walls as you lightly laughed at the memories or clicked your tongue at some of the peskier ones. Although she never responded, you made sure to speak to her every single time.

Furthermore, you were careful, you truly wanted the best for your patients, and she is no different. You were careful when you delicately held the flowers’ stems as you poured in fresh water. You were careful when you gently told her everything you would care for before doing it. ‘I’ll be checking your heart rate, is that okay?’ You’d smile, not even grazing her arm before a sign of confirmation. And it was these careful things you did for Rei that truly made her love you too. Soon, she began to speak. Her voice was delicate and raspy, as she hadn’t used her vocals in such a long time. But still, you smiled at her. Tears welling in the corners of your eyes as you listened to her very first request for a glass of water. Progress is progress. And you were determined to continue it.

From her vaguely written patient file, you had an idea that her husband was the main factor in her descent into your care. But, you were horrified once Rei trusted you enough to spill her heart's deepest sorrows—all caused by her husband. She cried, and oh how her tears fell so quietly it shattered a piece of you that you didn’t know was there. After she began giving you one-worded answers, to replying in whole sentences, her walls soon came down and a woman desperate for help and comfort revealed herself. It broke your heart remembering the number of overtime shifts you’ve spent merely hugging her while she gripped your scrubs. Her arms desperately clinging to you for any minuscule support, her body trembling in the fear that you’ll give up and leave her just as the other nurses did. Those silent tears fell, her muffled cries making you wish you could take away her pain if only for a minute. Every night, that was the scene between you two. And every night, flashbacks of her husband’s cruel words yelled at her from the silence only she could hear. Not only as a nurse, but as a human being, you truly cared. And Rei could feel that sincerity, thus, you two grew close.

Even after Rei exponentially improved, you still tried your best to give her some kind of comfort she could cling to in the emptiness of the hospital’s blank walls. You were so proud of her. She came so, so far in her healing process. And your soul smiled at the thought of her gentle nod whenever you entered her room—she had the misfortune of a hundred lives, and didn’t deserve a single crumb more of difficulties.

So why did fate have the tv running that day?

You ran to her room, the blaring of her EKG racing your mind with worry. It had been long, too long, since her heart raced so. You had gotten used to her health, to her improved state, so how the hell did this happen? When you burst through the door, Rei was slumped on the ground with her hand clawing into her chest as she hyperventilated, her eyes wildly ajarred as her gaze stuck to the screen with tears swelling the corner of her ducts as her lips fell apart in these broken attempts of communication.

'-was born as the eldest son of Endeavour.'

‘Rei! Breathe, breathe, I’m right here for you. Please, what happened?’ You held her comfortingly, rubbing your palm in circular motions upon her back. God, how did this happen? Sorrow wretched your soul when she began to cry harder, frantically looking from the floor before her and the screen upon the tv. She shoved you away with as much force her could muster, you stumbled slightly back, in absolute shock. It had been a while since Rei had a any miniuscle of violence in her outbursts—let alone having an outburst in the first place, and it broke your heart to wonder why it was happening. You could tell her conciousness was slipping from the rapid breaths she choked to take, how her movements became more sluggish. She began to scream, her hands tangling into the hair on the side of her head as she knelt with her face to her knees. You reached into a nearby cabinet, taking a deep breath as you thrashed around the contents until your fingers wrapped about a minor sedative. It pained you, you haven’t had to go to such measures in so long. Your hand firmly on her shoulder, you told her everything was going to be alright before injecting the sedative and keeping your comforting words. 

'I was created for my father's selfish dream.'

‘It’s okay, I’m right here. Don’t worry about a thing, Rei.’ You spoke gently, and her eyelids began weighing down to shut, before she looked deep into your eyes and whispered: ‘T-tell him I’m sorry.’ Your eyes followed her as she tried to look towards the tv. Upon the screen, a man was sitting upon a vintage couch. Throughout his body, horrid patches of purple plastered his skin, barely holding onto his stature with the use of staples, you could see the dip in his surviving skin and the bruised purple from the awful staple job on his body. It looked so painful your skin tingled in discomfort. With such a blatantly iconic look, how could you not recognize the man himself? Dabi. His hair was a messy black, his chin picked up toward the camera, and a darkened gaze of determination and resentment filled his eyes—a stare that would pierce the soul of any viewer.

'-my father would force my mother to give birth to more off-spring.'

How long had his voice been playing in the background? You stared, stared at the TV. You listened, listened to Dabi apathetically recall every horrifying detail Endeavour put his pitiful children through. The same details that had you shaken to insomnia at night when you first heard it through Rei's exasperated cries during her mental break downs. It was awful, Endeavour's actions were horrid. The neglect, the abuse, his cold demeanour, hearing both Rei and now Dabi recount those awful memories made you realize just how cold the air about you became as well - a sudden contrast as though your physical environment darkened from the heavy words Dabi spoke out about. You felt their pain, but you know you could never truly understand it. Not until you had gone through something the exact same, and even then, everyone processes trauma differently. Thus, empathy is such a golden key. The very key that had your shocked visage brim with tears. There wasn't a hint of pain in Dabi's voice, not yet, at least. Yet, you knew that years before, and deep inside his battered body, Touya was will trapped. Crying, begging, trying to crawl his way out. You saw a reflection of Rei in Dabi. The reflection of someone who was in pain but built these sky-high walls to hide any form of vulnerability.

‘Using the blood Endeavour left at the fight in Kyushu,’ his hand propping up a document, ‘there was a 99.99% match.’ 

Truly, it took a while to understand what you heard. Your eyes carefully traced the screen, ears perked up in denial as Dabi described every moment that Rei had described to you. Endeavour, the pain, the abuse, the screaming, the yelling. He recalled it with an absent look of apathy glazed across his face. His eyes reflecting that of an apathetic beauty. A look you recognized from the Rei who first walked into your care. If it weren’t for his unforgiving injuries, he would have been a splitting image of his mother. As you gazed upon his grotesque features, his lips mouthed the same name of the son who Rei prayed so desparately for the return of.

Yet you don’t think her prayers were answered in the best way.

You stared holes into that screen, watching his careful movements, scanning the paper Dabi held in his hands, as you watched his mouth moved it was in that moment that you realized you couldn’t hear. A ringing was blaring in your head as the only sensory you had left was that of sight. Your vision tunnelled, the sides of your perception clouding into black as you silently watched Dabi continue to expose that wretched hero who caused his dear family such tremendous misfortune. Dabi was the same Touya Rei cried to you with gulit over for all these years. The same Touya whos only remains found was a jawbone from the burning forest he died in. The same Touya who fell apart for the sake of his father’s dreams.

How isn’t he dead? It didn’t make any sense. His jaw, how was his jaw found without the rest of him? How had it come off? How did he survive the temperature of those flames being enough to cremate someone alive? Your eyes watched the screen, watched Dabi’s speech continue, that ringing spiking a headache of throbbing pain. Nothing made any sense. And you put your everything into focusing upon the scarred man on the screen so why did this have to happen? Rei was doing so well, it’s not fair, why did this have to happen? She doesnt deserve this to happen she had trued so fucking much. She didn’t deserve this, she was barely healed–

‘Miss Y/N! Is Mrs. Todoroki okay?’ 

Your coworker’s voice snapped you back into reality, and you stammered an apology before carefully placing Rei into her bed and turning off the tv with shaking hands. From the expression on your coworker’s face, you could tell they saw the footage aswell, their eyes nervously tracing to the ajarred cabinet door to the sedatives, understanding the regress in Rei’s stability from this entire situation. 

Sadly, Rei’s instability wasn’t as fleeting as you had hoped. It didn’t take long for Rei to fall apart into the hole she fought so hard to climb out of. With the mantra of angered ex-Endeavor fans accusing her of child abuse, along with the constant paparazzi that flashed bright lights toward her window and posted her tear-struck face all over tabloids, you couldn’t blame her. For days after the incident, you refused to sleep. Staying by her side as she couldn’t rest at all. Although a hospital never sleeps, it still quiets at twilight. But no, not anymore. For even night didn’t tire the fucking protestors. They screamed out, police desparately trying to control the situation, although they were smart. Hugging the gates, not actually on the property of the hospital. Thus, the police couldn’t pull any legalities on them. 

You never left the hospital anymore, every break and after your shifts, you would sit at Rei’s bedside. The aura was both somber and panicked, darkened with the occational sniffles and choked sobs of Rei’s rasped voice. Unlike the usual, you did not speak. You knew the voices in her head had come back now, and if you added your own, Rei wouldn’t be able to hold out any better than she already is. So, the only thing you knew to do was to never leave her alone, and her arms never left your back. You held her in an embrace every night, neither of you sleeping, neither of you talking. Slowly, she began to loosen her hold, gently sleeping a couple minutes a night with her chin resting on your shoulder. Your heart lit with hope, glad she could finally sleep a wink. Before long, she was truly able to fall into a decent slumber, her body resting against yours for a couple hours before she would gasp awake. Slowly but surely, improvement had come. And once Rei’s sleep schedule returned to some extent, you traveled back home to your apartment for the first time in over a week to gather your own well-deserved rest.

You wish you could say your return brought some comfort to you. But truly, the silence was eerie to say the least. Your mind was still worried. Worried that Rei would wake up in the middle of the night, all alone without you there. A part of you missed her already, but your boss became truly worried for your health after the bags under your eyes darkened into a bruise like hue. She demanded you at least go home for a night, and you relented. Truly, your body was giving up, and you needed the rest too.

Your keys twisted inside the lock as you pushed the door open, a familiar creak welcoming you back. You did not feel very welcome. The air was a piercing cold, with all the lights in your apartment off. The fact that it was late into the night did not help, with both an absence of light in your home and no twinkling stars to gaze upon. Everything was pure dark. You sighed, dumping your bag lazily by the door as you kicked off your shoes, taking heavy steps toward your room when you stopped. You stood still, so, so still. From the crack below your closed bedroom door, light bled into the dark hallway. You were scared, truly. You never leave the lights on before leaving, so what was happening here..? Why were the lights on?

A sense of dread filled your body, and you listened carefully. Nothing. No rummaging, no gentle thumps of someone’s steps, just the rays of light dauntingly brightening the floorboards and that white noise of ventilation. Quietly, you walked backward toward the front door, taking shaky breaths as your lungs quivered. You should’ve stayed with Rei. You shouldn’t have come. With how little sleep you had gotten, your mind felt as though you were floating. And obviously, you struggled to form any kind of rational thought about your current predicament. Despite that, you did have one thought. The thought that you must leave. Immediately. You didn’t care for your belongings, your jacket, nor your shoes and keys. All you cared for was to get the fuck out. 

Every pore on the wall felt as though an eye was peering through, watching your pathetically fearful movements. Shivers spiked down your spine and every dark crack of any open door had an imagined silhouette peering through, faces tauntingly smiling to you through the dark. You were panicking.

Your hand gripped the knob, turning it slowly to stiffle it’s persistent creaks before you flung open the door to bolt outside. Your mind raced, breath hitching as steps slapped upon the cement. As you approached a corner, you turned your head back as you kept running—fully expecting the door to fly open and a figure to chase behind you. You couldn’t imagine why you had to have some burglary occur. You didn’t live in an exceptionally poor or rich area, and there were blatant security cameras throughout the building. The more you watched your back, the more you felt a little silly. Nothing came, and you nearly slowed down your bolt as a light chuckle of relief fell before your mouth. You’re safe, your apartment was safe. There’s no threat in your room, obviously, you must’ve forgotten to turn off the lights. You turned the corner as your bolt slowed into a jog. Yet, your momentary relief was short-lived the moment you roughly crashed into something in front of you.

You fell back, falling hard onto your ass with your palms scraping against the unforgiving texture of the floor. Gravel stung, digging into your open skid marks. Athough, that pain was nothing compared to the strike fear over who stood before you. 

The very man upon your tv screen those days before.

The very man who single-handedly wrecked the top two heroes.

Dabi.

He looked down at you, a sickened gaze and smirk plastered over his graphic features. He looked manic, and he was manic. The way he demeaningly leaned down to you, hands dug deep into the pockets of his black slacks, the way he cocked his head to the side, it all made your throat starkly dry. 

‘Why the long face, Y/N?’ You internally gagged, your name sounded so vile on his tongue, in the way his face stared at you with hatred. How does he know your name? What does he want? You stared up at him speechlessly, your jaw falling silent and eyes dropping wide with horror. Your mind raced in confusion. Jumping from one false hope to another, trying to relieve your fear that you might not survive this encounter. Your only connection with Dabi was as the nurse of his mother, was he extrapolating some revenge against her? But why? Endeavour had been the main perpetrator of the abuse, so why are you being dragged into this so mercilessly? You couldn’t think clearly, but you did know one thing. Both of you well knew Rei had barely anything to do with the harm Touya had endured. Yet, here he was. Newly born as Dabi, as the Dabi who stared down at you as though you coddled his worst enemy your whole life.

His hand shot toward your collar, the fabric ripping at certain ends from the sheer force he used to drag you closer to his face. Your hands grappled at his wrist, fingertips digging into his hand before your force hesitated when you latched right onto his staples. You were scared. You were really, really scared. The way his smile grew wider in response to those pathetic tears that welled in your eyes, the way he held you so tightly your windpipe felt as though it was burning in pain. You felt misjudged. Thrown into an undeserving cruelty that you hadn’t even sinned enough to deserve. But obviously, why would a villain care about whether or not you deserved their violence?

‘Why are you so scared? I’m only here to thank you.’ He quirked, eyes wide as he laughed at your pathetic expressions of fear and struggle. ‘You won't die, so don’t be too dramatic.’ He smiled, yet, you didn’t feel comforted. Heck, a part of you here realized how much you wish you could’ve died at this moment. Was living through whatever he was about to put you through better than hell itself?

‘You took care of my dear old mom ever since I left, comforting her all those nights, helping her recover from Mr. Number One.’ His grip tightened, your collar bunching up into his palms, harshly wheezing your throat as you struggled to breathe. You knew no amount of fighting back was going to drain him down to stop. Dabi had you stood completely upright, right up on the tip of your toes as he held the majority of your body weight up by your neck, still leaning forward to truly yell into your face. Even without the threat of his quirk, you’d never stand a fucking chance against him with how he towers over you. You could tell of the venom Dabi had in his recalling of your care as his mother’s nurse, his pupils dialating in fury. Had he felt things were unfair? That he hadn’t had the help Rei needed when he felt so much worse? You tried to be empathetic, trying to find a way so you could make it out alive. But the more Dabi tightened his hold on you, the more you realized you wouldn’t be getting out of this unscathed—far from it, actually.

‘I’m here to repay you. You know? You spent so many years caring for her, so I’ll repay your act of kindness.’ His voice dripped in sarcasm, venom seeping through as his spat out to you right in your face. Suddenly, his expression morphed, his smile churning so wide the staples holding his smile  together began to rip at the corners of his mouth. ‘You know, that stupid woman isn’t the angel you keep treating her to be. Haven’t you seen little Shoto Todoroki? How do you think that scar on his precious face came to be?’ Your breath hitched as his grip tightened, your throat completely wrenched into his lone palm as heat began radiating through his fingers. Don’t listen to him, you told yourself. Rei messed up. She’s wasn’t the best mother. But no one helped her victim until she became the abuser. Shoto didn’t deserve that, neither did Rei deserve the cruelities of Endeavour, and nor did Touya deserve a crumb of the pressure he underwent. Can’t he understand that nearly everyone in this situation is some form of a victim? You felt frustrated trying to hold your tongue back against this man. He was blinded by rage, a rage that began rationally and morphed into something villianously sinister. It made you feel frustrated. He pitied himself too much. Everyone was struggling, Shoto and Rei too, so why was he so upset with you helping someone who needed to be helped?

‘You people disgust me. You save whoever the fuck you want, but leave the people who really need it out to burn up in a forest.’ You shook your head, shutting your eyes tightly in denial to his cruel accusations. You wanted to yell. Yell how stupid his words were, how tunnelled his thinking was. Dabi is being selfish. Yet, despite your anger, you were still striken with fear. You understood you were in no place to speak your mind, yet your words just spilled out in a frenzy.

‘You’re so linear.’ You said shakily, furrowing your eyebrows and trying to wrench your windpipe out of his grip so you could just barely breathe. ‘Rei was hurt too, she’s n-no angel, but she’s not such a demon either.’ You spoke quietly, but considered how you were choked up into the air it was remarkably impressive you could even get a peep out. Dabi seemed to only become amused, an upset form of amusement. Tears streamed down your cheeks, mainly from the physical agnoy, but moreso now that his palm began to luminate blue and heat up.

You were going to die over your fat tongue.

Your crying only seeming to fuel him even more as his smile ripped even wider. ‘I’m sorry— I didn’t mean it badly–‘ You panically wept. His eyes narrowed, a sense of absolute euphoria over the position of power he had. He felt so cocky, you know? He just ruined two of the top heroes’ careers and now he’s taking away the only support and comfort from his shitty mom. His revenge has just fucking started. He nonchalantly dropped your body onto the floor as he adjusted to stand straight. You crumbled to your knees, your hands flying to your throat as you wretched and coughed out. Your neck was painful to the touch, throbbing as you felt the bruise of his grip develop. Suddenly, he knelt down to one knee, looking at you with an unimpressed expression. 

‘Don’t be so fucking dramatic. Be grateful you’re alive.’ He spat, his tone unforgiving. You sobbed, trying your best to sniffle your crying as you bit down on your lip and shut your eyes tightly—too stuck in horror to look at whatever the fuck your current situation was. From the fear of death you just had, you nearly wanted to thank him for sparing your life. Your hands violently shaking as you refused to look up to him, parts of you begging that this was all some bad trip. Suddenly, he laughed. He began to laugh, growing louder and more insane. You stopped breathing, opening your eyes to see him heaving in absolute exhilaration. 

‘Don’t do that,’ He was profoundly euphoric, ‘you’re reminding me too much of how I cried to dear old Endeavour. What, are you trying to send me down memory lane?’ He finally calmed down a little, smiling at you as you knelt before him, fucking speechless. Your relief was immediately drowned out in the panic of what he was trying to do. He reached out, shoving his thumb into your mouth and forcing your jaw open. Taking his other hand, he forced two fingers down your throat without a shred of care. You gagged, grabbing his wrist and digging your nails into his skin as you felt a pill sink into being forced down into your body as he kept his fingers deep in your throat. Eyes wide as you tried to fight him off, jaw stiffening as you prepared to bite down on him. He stared you down warningly, his breaths deepening and hand warming on your jaw. You sobbed, relenting and loosening your grip on his wrist, shutting your eyes tightly. You felt a tear gently trickle down your cheek, it felt warm against your face. But not as warm as the threatening hand on your neck that wouldn't hesitate to burn. Dabi let go, standing up as you coughed out, feeling the pill stay stuck deep in your throat as you tried your best to ignore it. He lazily dragged his hand across your face, wiping your spit off his hand. You started to cry. Sobbing as quietly as you could as you heard. You could tell he was truly annoyed, clicking his tongue as he took heavy steps away from you - but still keeping a close enough distance to burn you alive if you tried to run away. You felt frustrated. What had you done to deserve this? What did he drug you with? Your panic made you hallucinate awful symptoms of the pill. The world began feeling dizzy, your head becoming light, ad your thoughts racing drunkenly. Although, rationally, you knew that you hadn't even digested the pill yet, so you tried your best to calm yourself down before the pill's effects would truly take place.

You didn't realize Dabi had taken his space between you two to take a quick call until he hung up, shoving his phone deep into his pocket before he looked back to you with a bored expression. 'Are you done crying?' He was annoyed. From the expression of apathy and boredom on his face, he resembled a tired dad sick of his children throwing a tantrum over every little thing. The way he looked down at you felt demeaning, and you felt your body shrink a little down into the core of your bruised heart. You wanted to stand up, your legs numb from being forced down to kneel this entire time. Yet, the fear you held over being burnt from any sudden movement kept you scarily still.

'Get up.' There wasn't a shred of care in his voice, but from the way he tangled his fingers in your hair, dragging you forward by it until you were knelt up awkwardly by his side like a dog, you weren't surprised by his verbal violence. Let alone his physical violence. You grabbed his hand, trying to ease the burning pain against your scalp. It felt as though your hair would rip from the root if he pulled just a little harder. Your eyes darted around, confusion to why he propped you up to him so closely. Was there some threat? Was something about to happen? You felt your heart pounding through your blouse, so loud it resonated inside your head. But, it didn't matter how much your scalp burned in pain. It didn't matter how your palms were still scraped open from your initial fall. It didn't matter how you had roughly fifteen minutes before that pill would digest. What did matter was that by the end of those fifteen minutes, you needed to be away from him and whatever he had planned for you. As though Dabi sensed your change in mood from fear to determination, his hand began to heat up.

'If you want to die, go ahead and try what you want. If not, stay down like the trash you are.' You felt the hope you built up crumble, maybe it was from Dabi's words. But mainly, it was from the literal crumble of the ground and roads in front of your apartment building. The way the earth caved in on the infamous stone-like creature that bulldozed through half of Japan—Gigantomachia of the League of Villians. His body was confined down so his brutish face was mere feet away from yours. His eyes were a glinted yellow, so much so they didn't resemble eyes in the slightest—moreso like large fragments of amber-filled or gold his sclera. You watched in horror as large rubbles of the road slipped down Machia's spikes, cracking their area of impact once they fell. Light after light turned on in your neighboring apartments, people opening their doors with pissed-off expressions darkened with eyebags. Looking to curse out whatever fool decided to make such a loud fuss in the middle of the night. Unsurprisingly, as the beast merely turned his head in their direction, and person after person ran out of their homes in wide-eyed fear.

Dabi rolled his eyes, unimpressed at their pathetic attempts at an escape. He raised his palm, flames bursting out from the center as screams of pain erupted. You stared in horror as the people you'd politely smile to every day burnt up before your eyes. You didn't plan it. Your arms reached up and grabbed Dabi's forearm to pull it down into our chest. You cringed when the flame lightly skimmed your shoulder, yet our grip on his arm remained iron. You refused to let people die right in front of you.

'What the fuck are you doing?!' He yelled, his flames dissipating as you watched a minuscule bunch run away safely. Dabi shoved you hard into the ground, glaring down at you in absolute annoyance. Yet you returned his glare, looking up at him with resentment. 'Fine, you wanna die? Go ahead.' He aimed his palm in your direction, a twinge of flames hurling out. Without a doubt, you were scared. You were scared of dying, scared of never seeing your loved ones again, and scared of the sorrow your death would cause. You hadn't had the impact you wished to have yet, yet here you were, about to die before barely making a dent of meaning in your life. But in that fear, you felt angry. Angry that you were being relentlessly harmed over helping someone who needed it, angry that Dabi would mercilessly burn the innocent without hesitation, and angry that he was mad at you over trying to save them. He was so unreasonable.

'God! Can you quit it?! I understand your pain, and I understand where you're coming from. But those people aren't Endeavour, Rei, or whoever else you hate! They didn't do anything to deserve being killed over, just like you didn't do anything to deserve what you went through as a kid. So why are you hurting them?!' You glared at him, adjusting your posture so you were sitting upright, a hand soothing the blistering burn on your shoulder. His flames fizzled out, and you saw his eyes widen. He was silent, still. As though for both of you, time stopped. You heard desperate steps fade away into the background, rubble from Machia falling upon the grass, and the sizzles of Dabi's flames eating away the fresh corpses that littered the scene about you two. His expression was apathetic, you couldn't read him. Yet, you felt his mind racing, before his palm picked up and slapped you, hard, right across your face.

'You understand me? Is that what you fucking said?' He was absolutely livid. You could hear the absolute anger in his voice, yet a soft smile spread across his lips. Your cheek felt stung, warm, and you were absolutely speechless. For some reason, him slapping you across your face felt more painful than the burn on your shoulder and the scrapes on your palms combined. It was the way he looked down at you. Down at you with absolute fury, as though you were a senseless fool. 'Don't you dare say you understand me when you haven't gone through what I did.' You could tell he wanted to kill you in that moment. You flinched when he reached out to you, expecting this to be your final moment. Instead, he threw you over his shoulder and jumped onto Machia's back, being dragged away to god knows where. You looked up to his face, catching a glimpse of his thumb wiping a droplet of blood from the corner of his eyes before wiping it onto his sleeve. Did he become injured? Or was that a common occurance? Truly, you shouldn't care. He had just battered you, violently dragging you upon the back of a rocky beast, and yet here your nursing instincts slapped you across the face to anaylze his aid.

Quickly, your brief confusion, or worry, for Dabi fell apart as you realized your legs couldn't feel the aggressive breeze of the wind against it's skin. You fought to move, to adjust your stature, yet you felt as though your nerves were burning, fighting against an invisble force that kept you scarily limp and still. Your heart began to pound in your chest, heavy breaths shaking your lungs as you nearly began to weep over what awful drug Dabi had foresaken onto you earlier. You felt constrained, uncomfortable, a distant tingle of pain tracing about the entirety of your skin as you tried to fight the stunt in your lower half. Your legs. Your legs were paraylzed. Your mind raced a mile a minute, heart dropping deep into your stomach. This isn't fair. It's not fair. You felt as though your life has fallen so far you couldn't even hear it's impact on the floor so down below. No resonating echoes, nothing. And that nothing was not at all what you deserved. You hand quivered, tracing across your shin to your thigh. It felt as though you traced your hand on another body, or a piece of your body that was no longer attached. You were disturbed, trying to keep your sanity together as your temples and eyes burned with frustrated tears. It wasn't until a tear hit your thigh, and you didn't even feel it, did you truly begin to break down.

Everything is a fucking mess.

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A/N: had this on my drafts and decided to finish it somehow, enjoy!! <3

Word count: 982

Warnings: angst, kidnapping(?, suggestive.

Being a student in the UA was good, you were in your third and last year, one of the top three best heroes in your promotion, you had your provisional hero license and been working with Hawks in his agency for a year now.

Something was going down, the League of Villains was active again and Hawks made sure to keep you updated with all the information there was even though you were still a student, you worked your way into the Pro Hero world and gained their trust enough for them to count on you in important missions like this.

“Hey Y/H/N, we gotta get going.” Hawks told you as you both got into Best Jeanist’s sports car. “Endeavor is fighting with some of the members of the LOV in some abandoned headquarters, we have to offer support.” They updated you so you would be prepared, you were going to fight against members of the league, but nothing would prepare you for who you were actually going to fight against.

As we got closer to the location you saw the so familiar blue flames escaping out of the building’s broken windows making you curse under your breath, you knew this was going to happen sooner or later, you knew that you at some point would have to fight against your now ex boyfriend that you were still so much in love with, and he knew too.

When we arrived there it was Shigaraki, Twice, Spinner, Mr.Compress and Dabi. As the fight went on any of them had the guts to harm you, they were your friends at one point and still cared for you even if you were not a part of them anymore. You were never a member of the LOV officially, you where just a hero in love with a villain and you spent time with them and they grew to like you.

During that time you realized that they were not bad people, society made you believe that villains equal to bad but they were in fact actually really caring they just had different goals to yours, you learned their stories and background what lead them to be where they are and do what they’re doing, you as an empath had a lot of respect for them and understood their situations, despite the fact that you were a pro hero they didn’t hesitate to listen to you and take you in and welcomed you with kindness. They still had hatred for heroes, you didn’t want to change their vision after all, but you were the exception to them.

You used your quirk against Shigaraki trying not to rise suspicions amongst your comrades. Missing on purpose so you didn’t injure him, remembering all those hours you spent with him playing video games and when he listened to you without complaining as you vented and cried every time you argued with Dabi.

Kurogiri opened a portal out of nowhere meaning they where going to retreat already as more heros made their appearance in the situation. “Y/H/N! Be careful!” You heard Hawks yell in your direction as you felt a hand wrapping around your throat pushing you to the portal without hurting you, only for a deep voice to pull you off of the trance you didnt realize you where in “you’re coming with me baby, I ain’t letting you go that easy this time.” Somehow you felt safe. “I still love you.” Your voice coming out as a bare whisper “and I never stoped loving you princess.” The concerned faces of the pro heros as the LOV took you with them was the last thing you saw before all turned into darkness.

You woke up in a so familiar room that belonged to the boy that was now sitting on the end of the bed, his back facing you. “Why did you do that?” Your voice came out softer than you wanted it to be “The time we where apart fucked me up y/n, I know we agreed to break up but I can’t handle to be away from you, I need you with me.” You were quiet, so he kept talking “So, Shigaraki and I came up with a plan.”

You didn’t know what to feel, you were feeling nothing and everything all at once “Basically kidnapping me.” You said rolling your eyes at his words “Yeah, the plan worked though, you are here with me and these shitty heros won’t suspect from you bettaying them, they just think we kiddnapped you.” He finished the sentence with a proud smile, “But they will be looking for me, they will find me and try to take me back Toya, and you know that.” a hint of sadness could be perceived in your tone, you were the only one that he allowed to call him by his actual name, hearing it come out of your lips again made chills run down his spine, he took seat closer to you, still not locking eyes with you “I know baby, but when the time comes it will be up to you if you want to leave with them or.. stay with me.” His hand was now resting on your thigh, looking down at his own feet not being able to even look at you.

By the time you realized you where sitting on his lap, your arms resting around his shoulders as your lips connected with his, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist holding you as close to him as he could. "No one will take me away from you.” You whispered feeling him grin against your lips “that’s my girl.” He said in the deep voice that you so much loved making you shift in your favorite seat, feeling his hand forcefully grab your ass as a response. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” He whispered as he devoured you neck.

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