[dokidokey]

record library’s announcement board

latest:

christmas arrangements ; dabi

12:15 ; akaashi keiji

halley’s comet ; sakusa kiyoomi

BNHA ; HAIKYUU!!

inactive. (would log in from time to time to check if my favorite anon has sent in something though. ♡)

[dokidokey]

Hii it's me anon. I miss you 😔😔

hi honey <3 i miss you too thiiiiis much. read all your asks and about that one where you message me, go ahead! totally okay as long as you’re comfortable with it!

i hope u are well and happy and well-rested rn because u deserve it! this is so late tho haha idek the date when u asked this but anyway yeah i miss u !!! be safe always. <3

[dokidokey]

happy birthday to my #1 demigod and the bestest boy ever, percy jackson!

[dokidokey]

Heyyy its meee I miss you and I love you. I haven't been checking your account lately and I'm sorry I haven't been taking care of myself lately because I've done something bad. But dw I'll get over it hopefully. Love you though here I give kisses mwuah mwuah 😘😘💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💖💖💖💖💜

OH MY GOD BABIE HI!!! my account has been a haunted house for a while now. my fics and wips are rotting. uni is starting a lot earlier than expected... I JUST CHECKED THE DATE LMAO UNI STARTS TOMORROW i can’t do this rn.

ANYWAYS. hi i missed u so much T^T i hope you’re taking good care of yourself now. i hope you’ve gotten over whatever it is, babie. i love you. i’m thinking about coming back to post fics and when i do i hope you’re still here. OKAY. i need u here! i’ll give u kisses n hugs n all the love in the world.

wear ur mask babie. stay hydrated. sleep early n eat healthy! i love you again. i hope you’re happy and safe wherever you are <3

[dokidokey]

@ my very sweet and very precious anon hello i miss u i hope u’re doing well and taking care of yourself and drinking enough water babie i lov n miss u TTTTHHHHIIIISSSSS much :’>

[tartagliove]

Over the winter holidays, the Attack on Academia discord server held a fic exchange. Each person was assigned a giftee they were supposed to write for, and their works did not disappoint. So come, and take a look at the masterpieces written by the lovely members of AoA!

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Illusion of Love • Amajiki Tamaki x Reader • by @kingtamakimurder​​ + @ererokii​​

Santa Baby • Amajiki Tamaki x Reader • by @unbreakableeiji​​

Copacabana • Bakugou Katuski x Reader • by @etegomanere​​

Missed You • Bakugou Katsuki x Reader • by @alolowrites​​

Strength Comes in Many Forms • Bakugou Katsuki x Reader • by @reddriot​​

Christmas Arrangements • Dabi x Reader • by @dokidokielle​​ 

Match Made in Chemistry • Dabi x Reader • by @ererokii​​ 

“Merry Christmas, Doll” • Dabi x Reader • by @lirinstaalem​​

Fated Target • Eren Jaeger x Reader • by @kingtamakimurder​​

Sweet Like Sugar • Midoriya Izuku x Reader • by @myheroesaretired​​

A Christmas Present • Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader • by @tspice283​​

Pink • Takami Keigo x Reader • by @patt-writes-stuff​​

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And that’s it for the fics of winter 2020! Attack on Academia is a sfw, Boku no Hero Academia and Shingeki no Kyojin server that is always open to new members. Click on this link to join the server!

[dokidokey]

Halooooo I'm coming through your dms again :D <3 and yay! They're poppers!! 💕💕💕💕💕💞💕💕💖💖 I hope you're doing good and fine :]]]] 💕💕❤️💖❤️💖❤️❤️💕❤️💕 I love youuu tooooooo!!!!!!! :))) I have been busy lately so I'm a bit down 😔 but I'm glad to see you're doing fine! I love you take care of yourself! :D 💖💖💖💖💖❤️❤️ here I gib you kiss! 😚😚😚😚 Mwuah mwuah! Love uuuuuuu ^_^

HI HI THIS IS A LATE REPLY BABY I AM SO SORRY I WAS SO INACTIVE BECAUSE THIS SEMESTER IS JUST

take time off when you need to! REST WHEN NEEDED OKAY. i hope you’re doing well and being safe! love u bb i miss u :c

[qui-02]

Ok everyone!! With this personality test u can see what is your type and what character u have!

Ok so for the Red it’s the actual personality quizz.

For the blue it’s where you place ur personality type and u get all the characters. (In the search bar)

I have ENTP personality type!!!

Friends it ur turn: @shrxks @blushhhhhhhhhh @sokka-simp @dukinaxael @iwishiwereheather2007 @dukinaxael @violetarks @miioouu @honeycrystals16 @pookiepoodle @kirika16

and anyone else who wants to join!!

[deerixiie]

@run-004 tagged me in this, thank you for the tag ram!!

on one hand i’m like yes!!! noya bokuto deidara and hinata!!! on the other hand i’m sobbing because m*neta is there

the fact that deidara is an esfp is so amusing to me but anyway

tagging: @hajiimes @sugakuns @suikazura @sophiawithstars @mehreya @cavalree and anyone else who wants to do it!!

[808zombie]

So I averaged my results for the year of 2020 (yes a year- I want an accurate result 🤡 don’t judge me)

It’s a good 50/50 of INTJ and INFJ so:

Hey @teaspoon-hey you should do this too 👀

[teaspoon-hey]

Thank you so much for the tag, Sushi! (◠ω◠✿)

Like you, my result for the 16 personalities test usually fluctuates on the Thinking versus Feeling trait. I did the test again for this, and I got ISFJ!

So here are characters who share the same personality type as me.

Not an anime character, but I thought I’d include him too heheh.

I’m tagging @pinkteamae​​ @american-nidiot​​ @dimplesum​​ @bnhatrashh​​ @gallickingun​​ @harzna​​ @hawks-senseis​​ @hoe-doroki​​ @ashittyfanficblog​​ @sempiternal-amour​​ @rocorambles​​ @ultra-gari​​ @tsukkiscookies​​ @todolevi​​ @sugacookiies​​ @llumberries​​ @akaskira​​ and @reddriot​ for this! 

If you see this and would like to do this tag meme, please feel free to consider yourself tagged as well.

[lilacte]

Thank you for the tag @teaspoon-hey!!

I got ISTJ and here are the characters that share that with me:

Tagging: @reddriot @kinsurou @wakaoujisenhime @kingtamakimurder @ererokii @dokidokielle

[dokidokey]

THANK YOU FOR THE TAG @hawks-senseis OMFG I AM HYPERVENTILATING

ion have anyone to tag so 🤷‍♀️ feel free to do this!

[dokidokey]

Heyyy I'm back! I'm sorry I wasn't able to daily check ;-; but HAPPY NEW YEARRRR YAAYYYYY NEW YEAR :)))) :> :D Also hehe you're adorable too and I love u :))). Have more of my love and hearts and these uhm... I'm completely unsure what they're called but uhm.... Poppers[??? ;w;] 💖💖💖🎉💖🎉💖🎉💖🎊💖🎊💖🎊💖🎉💖🎉💖🎊💖🎊💖🎊💖💕🎊💕🎊💕💖💖🎉💕🎊💕🎊💖🎊💖🎊💕🎊💕💕❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💞💞❤️💞❤️💞❤️💞❤️ And some sparkles! ✨✨✨✨✨ :))) 🎉🎊 idk these but I'll call them poppers or pop or thingy idk ;

AAAAAH hi baby i missed you soooo much! happy new year to you too! i hope this year will be good to you and kind and lovely and i hope you’ll be much more happier this year than you were before! and it’s okay if you weren’t able to check in daily, as long as you’re taking care of yourself, that’s more than enough!

i’m doing good and fine and lovely. you don’t need to worry about me because (cough let me just flex for a second) when you cut off toxic people from your life, you do so, so, soooo much better <3

i love you too! YOU’RE SO CUTE I AM GOING TO CRY YOU NEVER FAIL TO MAKE ME SMILE <3 I’M SO GLAD YOU WERE A PART OF MY 2020 AND WILL BE A PART OF MY 2021

[dokidokey]

a really big and popular local jewelry brand (i’m talking gets-sold-out-3-to-5-minutes-after-launch popular) is releasing a haikyuu-themed collection tomorrow and they’re so pretty omfg i wanted to buy the seijoh one but still asked my brother (he’s a karasuno og), my mom (she liked the fukurodani one), and dad (HE LIKED SEIJOH OMG BIG BRAIN) which design was pretty but they went like, “my child, go spend some money for once please just buy it all.” 😭 your girl is going into battle tomorrow. wish me luck 😭

also i have another dabi fic coming in before the weekend <3

[axther]

hi etsi HNGKGMFF hi happy new year! i’m so, so happy you were my secret santa and we somehow got to know each other a little bit more. i hope this year brings you joy and good things in life! <3 love u and take care always!

FINALLY CLEARING OUT MY INBOX BUT ily queen 🥺🥺yeah i do be late but i’m really happy we clicked and that you enjoyed your fic!! mwah queen 

[tartagliove]

Hello everyone! It’s only been a couple of months since I started this new blog, but so many of you have joined me here already! I’m so thankful for each and every one of you, and I want to interact with you all a bit more. So for my first ever celebration on this blog, I’m doing some normal, aesthetic, and fandom blogrates!

Before I continue, Aimee (@ererokii​​) is also hosting her first ever celebration for a huge follower milestone, so be sure to check out her blog and join her event! Another friend, Summer (@sleepysnk​​) is also hosting an event, so take a look here!

Now, on to the event! If you’d like to participate, here are the guidelines:

✧ I will accept asks for this event between Jan. 2, 1:30pm to Jan. 5, 8:00am (est/gmt -5) ✧ Please be following me ^u^ ✧ Like or reblog this post to spread the word! ✧ Send me an ask with one to three of the following emojis ✧ Include a random fact about yourself so I can get to know you a bit! ✧ Please be off anon, or provide a blog url if you want it for a sideblog!

🌙 for a normal blograte 🌸 for an aesthetic blograte 💥 for a boku no hero academia blograte 🏐 for a haikyuu!! blograte 🗝️ for a shingeki no kyojin blograte ❄️ for a genshin impact blograte

✧ Blacklist #event: blogrates celebration if you don’t want to see these posts!

And that’s it! I hope you’ll think about joining and I’d love to see you in my inbox. Formats are under the cut, but otherwise, I hope you have a lovely day. Thank you all so much for your support! Love you lots!

Keep reading

[sems-diarie]

hi sem omg i am legit so shy but happy new year! i’ll never forget when you replied to my comment on that one bkg fic like, bro, is it possible to fall in love with just a reply? from a literal stranger? 😭 but you were so sweet and nice and warm and welcoming and you made me feel so, so giddy and happy. i’m so glad i came across your fic and got to know you! i hope this year brings you kindness and all the best things! i love u <3

can we talk more this year? ilysm 🥺

[tartagliove]

zezeeeee happy new year! <3 i’m so thankful and glad that i met you! you really made my 2020 a lot better. when i first came here i never thought i’d find friends but then i met you! (that is literally so sappy but it’s true LMAO PLEASE FEEL FREE TO CRINGE 😭) i hope there are nothing but good things waiting for you this year! always, always take care of yourself. love u ( ˘ ³˘)♡

AHHH KIELLE!! Happy New Year to you too!! You’re so lovely and I’m really happy that we’re friends too! I can’t wait to spend more time with you this year! Love you so much 💕

[lilacte]

hi, yes, sera, hi. BYE THIS IS SO AWKWARD BUT HERE I GO ANYWAY SO happy new year! bro wait hahdjdjdkd i’ve admired you waaaay back when i was still at the book club and your aura is just!!! chef’s kiss!!! and i kinda just,,,, yanno felt intimidated in a good way, like “you can’t interact, you have no rights to interact bc she’s a queen.” so yeah, imagine my surprise when you followed me! :D WHAT AN HONOR ANYWAY I LOVE SEEING YOU REBLOG STUFF AND JUST,,, YEARN HAHZMXMD I HOPE THIS YEAR WILL BE KIND TO YOU AND THAT YOU’LL BE A LOT HAPPIER THIS YEAR THAN THE PAST ONE THAT IS ALL LET ME JUST PASS OUT NOW <3

MAAM HELLO 😠😠😠 thank you so much for your kind words... and no please just interact with me I am not intimidating 😂. IM GLAD TO HAVE MET YOU AND INTERACT WITH YOU MORE IN ATTACK ON ACADEMIA SERVER ❤️.

i hope this year will be an amazing year for you too! love you lots and when i saw your message i had a brief heart attack cause i thought itd be something bad sknsnskams

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

[dokidokey]

who would have thought that passing a 20-page paper 5 days late would lead you to dabi?

word count: 3,765

tags & warnings: bad boy x straight a student au, college au, fluff, a pinch of endeavor slander, brief mention of throwing up, brief mention of abuse (nothing explicit, the word just gets mentioned once!)

notes: hi zeze (@reddriot), i’m your secret santa! sorry this is so late, we’re on our way home at this ungodly hour and i finally have some stable connection now lmao. i’m so so sorry but also, happy holidays! i hope you enjoy what my pretty much dry and blank mind managed to cook up lol i’m so thankful and i met you and got to know you. <3 thank u for everything. and the title lol omg i’m so bad at titles but i kind realized it rhymes with ornaments, so i left it at that.

The day you met Todoroki Touya was not a good day. You would even consider it a bad week, actually. Apparently, you were a week late on a 20-page paper for History and you didn’t even know. It irked you because you have no other excuse except that you didn’t know. There was a totally different due date in your head, one that wasn’t five days ago. So when your teacher shook her head disapprovingly while tucking your 20-page paper against the smooth surface of her desk, you had no other choice but to leave the room.

You wouldn’t want a teacher to see you cry over a late submission. You certainly wouldn’t want other students roaming the hallway to see you cry either, so you had to fight off the warmth pooling at the corners of your eyes. The last corner leading to the campus library was where Todoroki Touya presented himself.

The impact of your bodies bumping against each other came first, then the stinging pinch of something hot against your skin next. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as you pulled your arm away, eyes widening at the sight of a small, circular burn mark on your forearm.

“You burned － Why are you smoking here?” The accusing tone in your voice immediately disappeared and replaced by panic as you watched a quite familiar face bring a cigarette to his lips, perfectly poised between his long fingers. “You’re not allowed to smoke on campus grounds!”

A puff of smoke swirled through the air as he huffed, the corner of his lips twitching as he eyed you up and down. The intense, blue eyes taking over your body sent shivers down your spine, arms protectively crossing over your front to try and shield yourself from his gaze.

“Not if I don’t get caught,” he smirked, bringing the cigarette back up to his lips. The man was familiar; face and most of his skin that’s exposed under the leather jacket were covered in scars, a dark contrast against his fair complexion. You’re sure you will never forget him if you knew him, but the familiarity of his face doesn’t ring any names in your head.

He puffed out the smoke in a harsh breath, the delicate sound seeming so loud in the quiet and isolated hallway. For a moment you forgot about your late History paper and the chances of you getting anything lower than an A.

Both of your palms met the fabric of your denim-clad thigh in a light slap, arms sagging and voice raising. “If you and I get caught－!”

“Then leave.”

The deadpan and harsh delivery of his words left you open-mouthed, the disapproving look of your teacher once again flashing in your mind. The corners of your eyes warmed again, stinging more than the way it did earlier.

You’re croaking out an unwanted explanation before you realized it. “I － I might get detention and－,” you sniffled, trying to prevent the tears from flowing because you know how embarrassing that would be, so much so to this mysterious person who you found familiar but not really. “And my parents－.”

A scoff cuts you off. You watched as he killed the ember of the cigarette using his bare fingers, pinching the lit end between his thumb and forefinger before tucking it in one of his front pockets. If it weren’t for the strong stench of the cigarette, no one would suspect that he was smoking here, in front of you, inside campus grounds.

“Of course. Precious little [Name] can’t have bad grades and a bad record.”

He said it as if it was so bad. You wouldn’t normally find offense on jabs like those, but today wasn’t just your day. Your retort died down quickly in your throat though when you realized he said your name. He knew you.

With furrowed brows and quivering lips, you asked, “how do you know me?”

The dark-haired man leaned on the concrete wall, shoving a hand down the pocket of his pants. “Who wouldn’t know the teachers’ favorite student? Straight A, little miss [Name].”

It was your turn to scoff. “Favorite,” you mocked, eyes rolling, “I didn’t know being the favorite meant not considering the fact that I didn’t know the deadline was 5 days ago without anyone else informing me.”

A smirk blossomed on his stupidly handsome face. “For once you didn’t get away with something, huh?”

“Didn’t get away? I didn’t know! I had no idea! It’s not my fault.”

“Hmm.”

“It’s true.”

“If you say so,” he chuckled, pushing himself off the wall and taking two steps back, eyes still on you. He winked, then turned around. The silence in the hallway felt deafening as you stood there, but the quick footsteps of his figure walking back towards you eats up the quiet. “Or on second thought,” he says, tapping a foot on the floor, “I can excuse you to the teacher about your late paper.”

It seemed like the tears of frustration pooling at the sides of your eyes retreated back to your tear glands, ears more than ready to hear out whatever his proposition was.

“If you act as my fake girlfriend for a Christmas dinner with my family, I’ll tell the teacher that I tricked you about the deadline.”

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “And that’s going to work?”

“Have you seen me, doll? I’m that boy your teacher refers to as a bad influence.”

“You should not be hanging out with people like him, [Name.]”

Mrs. Nakamura’s disappointed tone does nothing to stop the smile spreading on your face, though you tried to suppress it to not come off as suspicious. You’re nodding your head like you’re agreeing with her, knowing that that will not happen any time soon because you have a Christmas dinner with your boyfriend’s family in less than three weeks.

“Go on then,” your teacher waved her hand, “you aren’t marked as late but remember what I told you. If you keep that boy around you, trouble’s sure to follow.”

The hallway didn’t feel as dark and lonesome as it did earlier. It’s surely not because of the other person walking along with you. You’d like to think that, but a part of you knew you might just be lying. And it was stupid, really. Were you really harboring a crush over him? You. . . don’t even know his name.

“What’s your name?”

A choked laugh was the reply you got. “What? You don’t know me?”

“You’re familiar. I just can’t put a name on you,” you shrugged.

“Touya. Todoroki Touya,” he answered, grimacing. “But call me Dabi. That’s what my friends call me.”

“Are you saying we’re friends?” You grinned, looking up at him. He was tall, okay. So much more taller than you. You barely reached his shoulders.

“Technically, you’re my girlfriend, so no. We are not friends.”

You decided technicalities weren’t so bad when Dabi almost never left your side. The sudden (and quite cliché yet comic) pair you two made didn’t go unnoticed by the teachers. Mrs. Nakamura reminded you every single day about Dabi and his troubles. You aren’t aware what kind of troubles Dabi is associated in yet, but you’d like to think you’ll get there.

When you agreed to pretend to be his girlfriend, you didn’t think it would be this kind of long-term thing. You thought that maybe he’ll leave you alone after that day and just hit you up again on the day of the dinner, but you were so wrong.

You’ve never liked being wrong as much as you did about him.

“Stop fussing, my mom’s going to love you.”

He’s said that for the fourth time now. You’re making him more antsy than you are with your bouncing leg and deep sighs every ten seconds.

“And your dad?” You glare at him, wiping your clammy hands on your jeans and bouncing your leg again. He rolls his eyes as an answer.

In the short, three weeks you’ve gotten to know Dabi, you learned a lot about him. One, he hates his father passionately. Two, the teachers don’t really like him (but that sounds so mean when worded like that so you like to think he just isn’t the favorite student.) Three, he’s allergic to fish. Four, he pays attention to every single thing you say. Five, he’s actually the eldest out of the four Todoroki children and lastly, (this is more about you than him) maybe you let your little crush fester more than you planned.

You’ve had to berate yourself multiple times that he is not your boyfriend. You and Dabi are not in a real relationship. This is all a product of your grades being saved and an arrangement to fill up an empty seat at his family’s dinner for Christmas.

“What if your sister doesn’t like me,” you say meekly, “or your brother. And your other brother.”

Dabi shifts on the bench you both are sitting on to face you properly, placing a warm hand over your sweaty ones. “Stop it. They’re going to love you.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes but really, you’re just having a hard time making your brain function properly to process a reply when his hands are there, on top of yours, warm and soothing. It makes your heart do a little happy dance inside your chest that you know it should not be doing, but you can’t help it.

You’re way too deep into this hell, and you don’t know how you’ll take it when he cuts you off after you both benefit from this arrangement you have.

When Dabi pulls you up to stand up before he walks you home, you try to remember how his hands felt against yours.

“You look nice.”

Nice. You had to rummage through your closet for this halter dress, the most decent thing you can find that can fit for a Christmas dinner. It’s 6 PM on the 24th of December and even though this isn’t how you expected to spend the night before Christmas, here you are anyway.

“You look nice too,” you compliment, taking in how Dabi is wearing an actual pair of decent slacks and a button up. A nervous laugh bubbles out of your throat. “You said it was a simple dinner date so I was kind of expecting you to just show up in one of your old, ragged jeans, you know?!”

He quirks his head to the left, the sides of his lips turned up. Dabi offers you his hand as you descend the few steps from your apartment door. “It was,” he says, “but my mom made me wear this when I said I’ll bring a girl over.”

“Haven’t you brought a girl over before?”

A mischievous smile spreads over Dabi’s face, a thumb pressing a gentle pressure on the back of your hand. “No. You’re special because you’re the first one.”

Great. It’s not like you’re not nervous enough about meeting the Todorokis. He just has to tell you you’re the first girl his family will meet. What makes it worse is that you aren’t really Dabi’s girlfriend. It seems a little selfish on both of your parts to let the rest of his family get to know you and then you’ll never see them again because, well, this arrangement can’t last forever, can it?

“And you have a car?” You gasp, eye zeroing in on the sleek, black vehicle parked across the street where you both are heading. “You have a car?”

He chuckles, shaking his head side to side. “This is my dad’s, actually.” He says it again with an eye roll, opening up the passenger door for you. “He only made me use it to impress you.”

“Like I’m not impressed enough?” You huff out a laugh, palms gliding over the dashboard.

“Impressed by what?”

You, you’d like to answer, but for the sake of your sad excuse of a relationship, you keep your mouth shut.

“Things.”

The ride to their place was filled with back and forth banter from you and Dabi. He’s tried to calm you down when a new wave of nervousness surged within you but as you stand in front of their door with hands sweating an entire Pacific ocean, it’s obvious his attempt didn’t work.

“Calm down,” Dabi says, forehead scrunched as he watches you fiddle with the skirt of your dress. You’ve been standing there for about two minutes now and if your goal is to make your nervousness rub off on him, then you’re doing a pretty good job.

“Is my hair okay?” You fuss over some more, smoothing out the unruly strands that weren’t even there. “Is my face－?”

Dabi grabs your hands in his, calloused fingers wrapping around yours. The words die in your throat as you look up at him with wide eyes, mind blanking out at the warmth on your palm.

“You look beautiful, okay? If you touch your hair or smooth your skirt one more ti－.”

“I knew I heard you guys!”

An enthusiastic voice of a girl almost the same height as you rings through your ears and you look over to see his sister, Fuyumi, white and red hair parted in the middle and over her shoulders. You’ve seen her in some pictures in Dabi’s phone because you’re in that stage where you can just casually unlock and go through Dabi’s phone. (You haven’t seen anything unusual yet, just some candid pictures of you that you have no idea how he took. Bless your poor heart after you discovered that album dedicated just for you.)

Fuyumi places her hands on her hips, smiling brightly at you. “I thought Touya was just lying about you to escape the marriage arranged for him but turns out he isn’t.” She opens the door wider for you and Dabi. “Come in. Mom’s been waiting for you.”

The Todoroki household is neat. Minimalist. You aren’t sure if it’s spacious or it’s an illusion due to the lack of decorations inside. Fuyumi immediately hugs you after you and Dabi are completely inside, and she leads you away to meet Natsuo and Shouto. The sight of Natsuo startles you at first. He looks exactly like how you envisioned Dabi to be if he didn’t have scars. And seriously, what’s up with this family having scars? You noticed a dark crimson circling Shouto’s right eye.

Mrs. Todoroki is the most welcoming of them all, if not as much as Fuyumi. Her hand immediately went to your hair, patting softly and smiling delicately at you.

“I never imagined the day would come when Touya finally brings home a girl,” she whispers. The sight of her eyes getting glassy is enough to make your own gloss over, though it’s for an entirely different reason. How cruel can you and Dabi be to pretend and lie like this in front of his mom?

“Oh, please don’t cry! Did I make you cry?” She laughs tearfully, squeezing your shoulder. You choke out a laugh at her reaction, shaking your head no.

“I leave her alone for five minutes and you already made her cry?” Comes Dabi’s voice at the entryway of the kitchen, his tall frame blocking the path. He walks over to where you and Rei are standing, placing a warm hand on the small of your back. “What did mom say to make you cry?”

Rei sniffles and you dab a finger under your eyes, trying to keep your tears at bay. “Nothing,” you reply, unconsciously leaning back on his chest as you keep your emotions in check. In front of you, Rei has a fond look in her eyes as she watches Dabi tuck a strand of hair behind your ears and your wobbly smile directed at her son.

Your little moment is ruined when the front door shuts close with a loud rattle. Dabi tenses behind and you crane your neck enough to see across the living room a tall and broad man with bright red hair.

“That’s your father,” Mrs. Todoroki sighs.

The food is good but the dinner is awkward. Todoroki Enji made sure that either you nor Dabi will be able to sit through tonight peacefully.

“I’m surprised you managed to stick around my son this long,” Enji rumbles, looking at you briefly before going back to his meal. Four months. That’s what you and Dabi came up with for your pretend relationship. You’ve been dating for four months and you both knew each other after getting paired up for a History project. It’s not much of a lie since you did meet because of History.

“I’m surprised Dabi managed to stick around me this long,” you reply nervously, trying to make light of the situation. It seems you only made it worse when Enji’s sharp eyes bote onto yours.

“Dabi?” He inquires, head tilting to the side. The rest of the Todorokis are quiet except him. “You call him that?”

You nod, stomach churning. Any time now and you might just throw up. “You call him by that name, huh?” He chuckles hollowly, shaking his head. “Imagine my surprise when I saw you here, much less as Touya’s infamous girlfriend. If I didn’t know better, he just hired you as a fake girlfriend to run away from tradition.”

Tradition. Right. Dabi has mentioned to you once that his parents were arranged. He’s told you how he knows his father doesn’t really love his mom. You know about the abuse and the way he treats his family.

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong because what Dabi－,” you pause, turning briefly to look at him, “Touya. What Touya and I have is pretty much real.”

Enji scoffs, a large, heavy palm slapping on the smooth surface of their mahogany table. “Tell me that again when you’re still here a year from now.”

“Sure,” you smile, cheeks aching with how forced it is. It baffles you how Dabi’s father has all the authority in this household －how no one dares to object or talk back.

Todoroki Enji decides to surprise when deep chuckles start escaping his lips. “You,” he points a finger at you, “I like you. You’re brave. Not a single person in this household can face me like that. You’re too good for that boy,” he nods over Dabi’s direction. From your peripheral, you can see just how tight Dabi’s hands are clenched, and you reach over to place one over his.

“Actually, he’s too good for me,” you quip back. You have no idea where this sudden surge of confidence is coming from, but that doesn’t matter. You need to say what you have to say. You wouldn’t be seeing this family ever again after this anyways. “Touya is actually a good man. He’s more than what meets the eye. Maybe you’ll know that if you paid enough attention to him － and all your children, honestly.”

There’s no taking back what you just spewed out. Too stunned, you aren’t aware of the smug smirk and raised eyebrows Dabi is sporting. You don’t see the way Natsuo is trying to fight off his smile. Mrs. Todoroki and Fuyumi have a hand in their faces and Shouto, for the first time since you arrived, looks at you wholly and quite in awe. With your blood rushing in your ears and heart beating erratically, you open your mouth to excuse yourself, but Dabi beats you to it.

“Now if you would just excuse us.” And he’s tugging on your hand. You whisper out a quiet “I’m sorry,” when you pass by Rei, and you’re out of the front door.

“So,” you grin, hugging the mug of hot chocolate to your chest with your feet tucked beneath you. “On a scale of one to ten, how good was I at ruining your family’s dinner?”

After that whole dinner fiasco, you both just decided to go home to your apartment. Dabi is currently sprawled over the other end of your couch, his feet perched on the coffee table (you told him three times already to put it down) and three of his shirt buttons are undone. He’s got his own cup of hot chocolate on his hand, the other playing with the frills of your throw pillow.

“An eleven,” he grins back at you. He leans over and places his mug on the table. “That took guts.”

You nod. “It did. It just didn’t sit right with me how he talked about you like that, like － I remember you telling me how he used to be all over you as a child, but after Shouto was born, he neglected all of you. He isn’t － That’s not － What kind of father does that?” You sigh, groaning when you remember Rei and the rest of his siblings had to witness that.

“That is so embarrassing. I’m pretty sure your mom hates me now.”

“Trust me,” Dabi chuckles, sitting upright and moving closer to you, “she does not. You should have seen Natsu. He was about to lose it.”

“Still,” you press, throwing him a dirty look. “Who talks like that to their boyfriend’s dad on the first meeting?”

Dabi stares at you, turquoise eyes brighter than ever. “So I’m your boyfriend now?”

You’re pretty sure your heart just skipped a beat at that. “I mean, t-technically. Right? That was － That was what we － That was what we were pretending to be.”

Reality dawns on you again. This is all pretend. No matter how warm Rei and his sibling welcomed you, no matter how much Rei adored you, you’ll never see them again. This is a one time thing － something beneficial for the two of you. And as much as it breaks your heart that you got attached to Dabi that fast, you try to hide your sadness by saying, “at least I won’t see them again, so technically, talking back to your dad is fine.”

“Do you want to though?”

“I － What?”

Dabi leans closer. “Do you want to stop pretending?”

You don’t answer. You can’t answer. “Is this a trick question?”

He goes closer. The tips of his hair are grazing your forehead. Even this close, Dabi seems to be looming over you. “I wouldn’t mind making it real.”

“I really don’t want to see your father again,” you whisper. Dabi barely closes the gap between the two of you, nose touching yours.

“We can arrange that.”

more notes: tbh this kind of strayed, uh, kinda far from the bad boy x straight a student au but that’s just because most of what i plan ends up straying kind of far from the original idea. but never mind that, i’m happy with how this turned out. EXCUSE ME THAT LAST LINE? WITH THE ARRANGE THING? HELLO? AM I GIVING MYSELF TOO MUCH CREDITS? I MIGHT BE, BUT I DON’T CARE. also ze (´ ▽｀) if you ever get tagged by me on another dabi fic, it’s just me making up for this late post i am sorry.

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