✗ warnings | slight grief mentions, slight injury, mention of past injuries
It smells different. His apartment has always had a scent about it, something neutral and unassuming; laundry detergent, dish soap, glass cleaner, the occasional hint of aftershave when he bothered with the more menial details of personal upkeep. Some things are fine being neglected for a short while. Keeping off hours eventually leads to less pressing matters being overlooked. His hair, long and unkept aside from the basic washing and conditioning, his face and its pickling stubble, the cup left in the sink all day. But it doesn’t smell like unwashed dishes or forgotten laundry growing mildew in the washer. No, the scent is something foreign, something distinctly misplaced in the utilitarian space of his home. There’s still the sharp bite of chemicals or the muted smell of himself that lingers in every corner of every room. But there’s something else there too as he closes the door behind him.
The hall light sensors are useless with the bulb having blown out weeks–maybe a month?–ago. Still the sensor clicks dutifully as he unlaces his boots. He kicks them towards the wall. It’s like with most things. They’re where they need to be, unsightly in the way they’re surely strewn in the corner but out of the way of the entrance. Except instead of the familiar thud of steel-toed boots hitting the wall there’s a muted thud as they settle up against something softer. The sensor clicks again as he straightens up, responding to the shape of his silhouette moving as he squints in the dark then decides he must’ve left another pair of shoes abandoned in the entryway. Except there’s still that niggling instinct clinging to the change in the air. It’s a comforting change, a familiar one, but a change nonetheless.
Unplanned and certainly unwelcome as the exhaustion of nearly twenty hours with no sleep begins to settle over him in full. Even as he tosses aside his capture weapon weight seems to settle over his shoulders and pull at his stinging eyes. His drops are nearly out, but there’s a revolving stock in the bathroom. It’s all he keeps under the sink aside from a sparse few cleaning supplies. The empty bottle bubbles and hisses its defeat as tries to soothe the burning in his eyes, only the left one managing to be relieved. The bottle thuds loudly as he drops it in the recycling, nearly kicking the plastic bin over as he shuffles past the kitchen. Except it shouldn’t have wobbled. The bottle shouldn’t have landed so emptily at the bottom of the bin. It had been full when he left, he’s sure of it. His hand slaps blindly at the counters, feeling the cool stone beneath his palms as he squints his bad eye in the pale light peeking through the window over the sink. There should be an empty bottle of sesame oil on the counter, left there because he’d been too lazy to take the recycling downstairs. Now the counter is void of why such a bottle and cleaned of any mess that might’ve accumulated between cooking his shabby meals between shifts and sleeping.
The renewed scent of chemicals makes sense. The familiar scent of his wife makes sense. It’s a familiar smell he could lose himself in. Something slightly artificial, enhanced with perfumes and fragrances but beneath it was something intrinsically her. And now his apartment is all but steeped in it. He stops only for more eye drops before shambling towards his bedroom, exhausting weighing down each footstep like lead shoes. The door is slightly ajar and his bed is made, his sleeping bag folded innocently atop the newly washed sheets. But the room is otherwise empty, filled with only the barest hint of moonlight streaming through the partially opened curtains. He never bothers to open them. He’s never home when the sun is out. Dawn finds him rising or collapsing, coming or going. And despite his exhaustion he abandons his room in favor of the living room.
She’s helped herself to one of the spare blankets, made a nest for herself with the throw pillows as she sleeps happily on the couch. Her breaths are nearly silent, only the faintest snores leaving her lips. His eyes have started to adjust to the darkness and he can find the smaller details of her face as he kneels in front of her, joints cracking in protest.
“What are you doing on the couch?” He asks, eyes tracing over the strands of hair that have fallen across her cheek. She hates sleeping with her hair loose. It always gets tangled in impossible knots and while he’s less worried about his own hair he knows she values her own. His voice is enough to stir her despite the low, gruff tone of it. She blinks herself awake, stretching in the confines of her blanket cocoon like a cat. Hands slipping out above her head and toes pointing as she makes a soft noise. He should’ve asked what she’s doing here at all. He hasn’t seen her in weeks–maybe months, he’s been doing his best not to keep count–and yet she’s found her way into his apartment. Cleaned and coiffed it in anticipation of his return. She doesn’t answer either of his questions. Instead she sniffs and blinks in the darkness that’s settled over the room.
“Welcome home, Shouta.” She smiles lazily, arms reaching towards him. He allows the contact but doesn’t return the embrace. His hands stay firmly in his pockets.
“How was your patrol? Are you hungry?” He is but he’s also more tired than he’s been in awhile. This interaction is draining him more by the second. Just the barest hint of her comforting scent settled over his home tugged at his already frayed heartstrings. He thought they were done with this by now.
“What are you doing here?” He asks again as he watches her fold the blanket and rearrange the pillows. She’s humming to herself, an old song that hasn’t been popular in at least a decade. It reminds him of a different time, different people. She was different. He was different. So much has changed. And yet here she is stretching in one of his oversized shirts that slips off the edge of her shoulder. He sees the edge of a scar before she tugs the shirt back into place and pads off to the kitchen. He hadn’t confirmed or denied his hunger but she flicks on the light and starts poking around in the fridge that is suddenly well stocked beyond the meager necessities he buys for himself. She’s still humming as she sets out everything she needs for whatever she’s making, pausing only when he says her name. She doesn’t take her head out of the fridge but she stops moving and he finds himself staring at the strip of skin peeking out between her shirt and shorts. There’s a bruise there. It looks to be nearly healed but he notices anyway. It shuts up whatever he was going to say and she continues on with her humming.
“Does Hizashi know you’re here?” That question she deigns to answer.
“Not yet. I was going to see if he was free tomorrow.” He watches her hands as she works, chopping vegetables that would’ve wilted and rotted in his fridge had he bought them for himself. There’s a simple silver band on her left hand. Still. He swallows what he wants to say and focuses on her cooking. He’s never been one for overly complicated food. Just enough to keep him going. It didn’t always taste the best, didn’t make the apartment smell warm and inviting the way her cooking does. She’s just as methodical as he is. Pragmatic in the quick cuts before she sweeps the slices into the pot boiling on the stove. The knife misses the counter when she goes to set it down and he watches her training take over as she catches it before it hits the floor.
“How was the mission?” He asks at last. Because really he knows why she’s here, why she chose to come here instead of her own government-issued lodging across town. The Hero Commission offered their more valuable operatives a comfortable lifestyle outside of their work if comfort is a roof over their head and furniture picked out of some high class catalog. Her apartment looks like a showroom, a place untouched by an actual inhabitant. And if it weren’t for her clothes in the closet and food in the kitchen it could be mistaken for a sample unit in the highrise building. His apartment is comparatively shabbier. In a less expensive part of the city. Smaller, with cheaper furniture. But his apartment would look exactly like hers if she hadn’t taken it upon herself to decorate it. The pillows she fluffed when she woke were picked by her, the blanket she folded was a Christmas gift she’d brought over. This place is her home and yet he’s always surprised to find her here. He’s done his best to keep her away. Short of sweeping her off his stoop like a stray cat. Because he loves her, wants nothing but her happiness.
She looks happy now as she stirs whatever she’s making with a pair of chopsticks.
“It was fine. I got a bit roughed up, but nothing I can’t handle.” And there it is. She got hurt. He’d gotten banged up on patrol, too. A villain threw him into a wall hard enough to knock the wind out of his lungs. There are surely bruises taking form along the length of his spine. It’s barely throbbing now, just a dull thrum through the fading flush of adrenaline in his body but it’ll be hard to manage when he wakes. Still he doesn’t draw attention to it, only humming in acknowledgment of her words. This is how it has always been between them. Injuries are inevitable. It’s expected in their line of work. Some are more dire than others. Truthfully they’ve been lucky in their careers. Luckier than most. Some heroes sport visible scarring across wide swathes of their bodies, some lose arms or legs, and in the most egregious circumstances they lose their lives.
He’s seen his fair share of lives lost to the pursuit of heroism. His thoughts stray towards the past, focus slipping in a way he wishes it wouldn’t. Dwelling on a time long past won’t change the present. Here and now is what matters and yet he can’t help but think of pale blue clouds and medical tape. Of his own wounds that refuse to heal even after so long. He isn’t naive to the realities of the job. Debilitating injury, death, they come with the territory. She knows it as well as he does and yet there’s a clear divide between them. He doesn’t wallow in it. There are enough things to be concerned with in his life without considering the looming reality of his mortality and she doesn’t think about it either. Really he hasn’t met a single hero that looks too closely at what it means to dedicate yourself to the cause, to accept what may come every time you put on your costume. He resents the ones that aren’t so keen on action. The ones that prefer to give interviews in glossy magazines and lend their likeness to ads and merchandising. It cheapens the profession in a way that turns his stomach. A grimace, deeper than his neutrally dour expression must be tugging at his mouth because she asks what’s wrong as she tries to feed him a spoonful of broth.
“Nothing.” He says after swallowing.
“It’s something.” She sing-songs, going back to making her ramen. He rarely bothers with making his own broth but it’s something of a comfort to her. The plain routine of a recipe. Reclaiming stability, she called it. So much in their lives is unstable and yet she finds a soothing sort of stillness here. It’s home in a way her government-issued dwelling will never be. And to him it only really feels like home when she’s around.
“You’re still wearing your ring.” He says finally. The exhaustion keeps the emotion at bay, stripping his voice of anything but mild curiosity, but it’s more than that. He’s happy to see that little ring. A simple band with a tiny diamond. All he could afford in his novice years as a sidekick. He expected her to scorn it after what he’d done but there it is still sitting proudly in the place he’d put it.
“Why shouldn’t I?” Her voice has lost its amicable tone at last. He’s been waiting for it, expecting it since she first woke. This was a tenuous calm before the storm. There’s a hundred reasons she shouldn’t be wearing it anymore. First of them being their separation. At his behest. Death has been at Shouta’s heels for months, nearly a year. The villains have been getting stronger and he’s had his own close encounters with death. He didn’t need the reminder that he couldn’t do this forever but he hadn’t expected it to come so soon. A naive notion to think it couldn’t happen to him, but only when he was ready. He expected it later, when he was past his prime, his body beginning to betray him with age as his stamina and agility began to wane. Not now. Not yet.
“Nothing to say?” What can he say? There’s no defense for what he’s done. He broke his word, his vows that he made to her. “Huh, you’re usually quiet. I thought it was so odd that you had so much to say at the hospital. You must’ve bumped your head harder than they thought because you couldn’t even go through with it. You all but chased me out and for what?”
The hospital. So many months ago. He remembers it only vaguely. Everything was a hazy wash of bright fluorescents in a stark white room, thick bandages limiting his sight to only small portholes. There was pain, so much pain. And a deep, aching regret. He wasn’t afraid. Even when they told him this could be the end, he wasn’t afraid. He was angry. Angry that he was going to leave the best thing that ever happened to him. He tried to fix it, to let her go easily, but it only served to do the one thing he was afraid of doing. In trying to protect her from the grief of losing him, he pushed her away. Ranted and raved until his hoarse voice gave out to a rasping whisper.
By the time the haze of the concussion and morphine faded it was too late to mend what he’d broken. He can’t even remember his exact words, but whatever was said was enough to drive her away. But clearly not far enough. He’s glad for it. Even when she ignored his texts and dodged his calls he couldn’t bring himself to make what felt like a nightmare reality. All it would take is a few signatures and filed paperwork and the relationship he’s spent so many years cherishing would disappear. It seemed too easy, too quick. And it made him wonder if death would’ve been the better alternative.
“Of course, I couldn’t go through with it.” He hadn’t meant it. Not truly. Not ever. It was a stupid, fleeting thought that he acted on in the heat of the moment and he’d spend the rest of his life–no matter how long or short–regretting it. Seeing her walk away had hurt worse than anything he’d been feeling at that moment, but he’d done it to himself. She sets a bowl in front of him and stares. It isn’t an expectant look as if she’s waiting for him to eat. She’s looking for something, lashes moving every so slightly as her eyes flit across his body. When she finds what she wants a rueful smile overtakes her face and she hands him his chopsticks.
“I’m sorry.” Is all he can say. It’s not enough, not nearly enough, but it’s all he has. A lifetime of penance won’t make up for the pain he’s caused. And pain is what he wanted to spare her. They knew pain. Physical and emotional, they knew it well. There’s an intimacy with suffering that comes with grief. A lingering ache like a bruise that never truly heals. He wanted to spare her a repeated visit but distance doesn’t soothe the pain. If he had died she’d never know how deeply he regretted chasing her away, how happy he felt to even smell her scent and know she’d been here. And he knows that if it had been her hooked up to those machines, clinging just barely to consciousness, he would’ve wanted to be by her side until the bitter end.
“I’m sorry I pushed you away.”
“I never left. Where would I go if I wasn’t with you? There are few people I love left in this world. I don’t plan to lose anyone else without a fight.” Being a person of interest within the Hero Commission comes with its perks but the downfall is that the higher someone soars the harder they fall. The most dangerous jobs are given to those trained under the Commission, molded to be heroes nearly from birth. And dangerous jobs have their consequences. There are very few heroes who can say they’ve never lost someone in the line of duty. Their loss came early, stripping away the shiny veneer of heroism before they got too swept up in the facade projected to the outside world. Not everyone is going to make it. No one was ever too young, too inexperienced, or too seasoned and beloved to die.
“You seemed so upset I thought you’d hit your head and gotten amnesia. I thought you forgot who I was. I was so scared. But you didn’t go through with it.” She looks up at him, eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “You didn’t mean it. I forgive you, Shouta.” He hadn’t asked for it. Couldn’t bring himself to. He could apologize all he wanted but she didn’t have to accept it, accept him. And yet here she is. In his kitchen. His home. Their home. Cooking for him because she knows he hasn’t been eating properly and cleaning because he always means to but can never find the time between teaching and patrolling.
She looks perfect. The kitchen light highlights every stray strand of hair standing on end after she fell asleep with it hanging loose. It collects the white glow around her head like a halo as she eats her noodles, content to enjoy the slow mending of their marriage.
“Promise me one thing though?” She says after a while. Anything, he wants to say. Anything she wants and it’s her. Whatever he has to do to atone for what he’s done.
“This time around let’s stick to what we said.” She laughs when he frowns, tension gathering between his brows. It’s what he deserves if she means what he thinks she does. The next time he makes a threat like that he has to follow through. The next time he turns her away she’ll stay home. Follow through. But he wouldn’t. Couldn’t. Not after knowing these few months without her. It had been something like grief. He lived in a haze. There was nothing beyond the next step, the next breath. His life had crumbled into going through the motions. It felt purposeless outside of his work so he drowned himself in it. Teaching, patrolling. Anything outside of his utility towards society disintegrated. He’s seen what could be without her. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. A fitting punishment for pushing her away.
“We said ‘til death do us part. This time I’m holding you to it. You’re not getting rid of me without a fight.” She says it with a smile but there’s a hint of melancholy in her voice. Death could be tomorrow. One patrol gone awry. One mission where backup is a moment too late. They only have these precious few moments and he’ll be damned if he lets her slip through his fingers again.
The passcode is still his birthday. 0-1-1-8. There was a moment of hesitancy before the light flickered to green, beeping its quiet acquiescence as he ducks inside the apartment. The hall light blinks awake with a dull click, washing the entryway in a wave of stark white light. It stings after spending the night walking aimlessly, wearing at the soles of his shoes as he waded through the dark underbelly of the city. Abandoned shops with sun bleached newspapers covering the cracked windows, alleyways crowded with refuse, and sidewalks littered with shards of glass. The city has nearly been brought to heel, the horizon standing half decimated as the yellowish blue glow of light pollution traces out the shapes of hollowed out buildings slipping from their foundations. Cars still sit in the streets, doors hung open and windows shattered, some dented and dusted with rubble where the city began to collapse around it.
The streetlights hardly lit anything. Tall poles serving to mark each mile he’d wandered as the fluorescents hummed a fading song overhead, moths crowding around the few spots of light that hadn’t been lost when the city went to shit. It’s his fault, he knows. Partially, anyway. He played his own cards in the hand that threatened to level a piece of the country and he was proud of it. He’d gotten what he wanted. At least a fraction of it. But what was that worth now? There was still more to do, another plan to enact, but now he finds himself content to toe off his boots in the light of a home that will never be his.
He’s comfortable enough in it though. After spending so many nights here there’s a gentle wave of nostalgia that colors the familiar smell that permeates the apartment. He’s glad for it. It doesn’t smell like rot and decay, doesn’t carry the scars that marr the rest of the city. These few blocks had narrowly escaped the chaos that unfolded just a short walk away. He hadn’t thought to worry about it at the time but now he’s grateful. There’s hardly anything he cares about in this life. Not even himself. But the two people that call this place home will always be important to him. It isn’t love. He can’t bring himself to imagine what that would feel like. But he feels obligated. The one thing he’s always been good for is dedication, determination. He won’t let this be the one place he lets that falter.
The hall light clicks out as he wanders further inside, past the door he should open to the one he knows he shouldn’t. It’s cracked slightly, a pale thread of blue light glowing from within. Little blue stars dot across the ceiling, keeping the room from complete darkness. Just enough light to see the baby sleeping soundly in his crib. The tiny thing he is even after all these months, though bigger than he remembers. His face has more shape now, too, features beginning to fully form. Tufts of snow-white hair blanket his little head as pale lashes flutter softly as he dreams. So strange, he thinks, that this little person could look so much like him. The baby’s mother had always called him pretty. Not that he ever believed her. It was hard to see beauty in a face that was scarred and held together with metal and vengeance. He couldn't die yet. Couldn’t succumb to the deterioration his Quirk was causing. Even his body knew he shouldn’t be here, but he had things he needed to do before he turned to ash. None of which included his son that had those same eyes that he did.
His fingers are rough but he wants to touch, to be sure this isn’t a dream. It’s selfish to want it to be real but he’s never been a particularly altruistic person. He’s here because he wants to be. He walked all this way. Impulsive as it was, he isn’t going to draw the line at something so simple.
“I’ll leave soon.” He says, hardly a whisper but his voice is so fried that he can hardly speak above a gravely drawl without shouting. He feels her watching him, heard her wake and move down the hall. There’s a board in the hall that creaks. He’d skipped it as he slipped past her room but he heard her coming. Her shadow lingers in his periphery as he traces his fingertips across his son’s cheek. His skin is like a dumpling. Round and warm. The baby stirs at last and he expects tears, a warbled cry to break out as his eyes settle on the monster leaning over his crib. Instead, he sneezes, hard enough to scrunch his whole body. It’s probably the ash that seems to follow him everywhere but when he tries to pull his hand away the baby follows, tiny fingers wrapping around his pinkie.
“You shouldn’t be here.” She says at last. Her voice is thick with exhaustion, low and warm and familiar in a way he wishes it wasn’t. He could get lost in it, in her. But he has things he needs to do.
“I know.” He wants to pick the baby up, to hold his son just for a moment. “I’ll leave soon.” She sighs but doesn’t tell him to get out. They’ve reached an impasse with these things. If she wanted him gone she could fight him. Kick and scream and wake her neighbors and call the police. Instead, she resigns herself to the chair in the corner, drawing a blanket around herself. If she didn’t want him here she would’ve changed the door code. It’s still his birthday. 0-1-1-8. It used to be something different. Something he never bothered to remember. But he woke her up one too many times banging on her door in the early hours of the morning when the sky was still dark and his pounding fists would wake the whole floor if she wasn’t quick enough. But it’s still his birthday. He wouldn’t have raised hell tonight. If the little light had turned red and denied him entry he would’ve walked away. Probably for the last time. It would be all the closure he’d get from all this. Certainly more than he’d deserve. If he were a better man he wouldn’t need closure. He’d be here. With her. With him. But he’s never been a good man.
“Bring him here.” She says when the baby begins to squirm, screwing his face up again like he’s going to sneeze but he begins to cry instead. But never lets go of his father’s finger. Father. He hates the word. Feels disgusted by it, unworthy of it. Even still it’s what he is. Some truths can never be denied. The past won’t be forgotten and the present won’t be ignored. The baby is as wriggly as a snake trying to squirm loose from his arms as he carries him to his mother. She tucks him into the blanket with her, lifting her shirt to let him eat. He shouldn’t but he can’t stop himself from noticing that the shirt must’ve been his. Stolen and old, it’s loose at the neck and the letters have been faded by too many washes. It hangs too big on her frame as she lifts it away to feed his son. It’s wholly mesmerizing in a way he can’t place. And if she minds his staring she doesn’t mention it.
He expected that much at least. He’s seen her in various states of undress but this feels entirely more intimate than he deserves to see. But he’s nothing if not selfish. His eyes watch his son as he nuzzles against his mother’s skin, slowly falling back to sleep with the rocking of the chair as he eats. He knows the routine. The bouncing and burping before laying him back in his crib. The sleepy little noises that gurgle from his son pluck at something inside him, long buried and forgotten. So much so that he can’t even place the feeling. He turns away and comes face to face with his child’s mother. She looks beautiful and he can’t help but hate that he thinks so. Ratty shirt and tied-up hair, tired bruises beneath her eyes. She looks like a mother. A single one at that. And she is. But she still looks too pretty for him to look away. Every time he sees her it might be the last and he doesn’t want to waste a moment feigning disinterest when it’s painfully obvious he can’t stay away. Something about her will always pull him back. He doesn’t want there to be there. Shouldn’t be. He’s above attachment in every instance except for this. What reason could he possibly have for falling back to her like she’s the gravity keeping him center?
He looks over her again, willing himself to see her as something expendable now that she’s lost her newness. But he’s never been able to be rid of her the way he could toss aside anyone else. She frowns at his staring, fingers playing at the tattered hem of her shirt as she rolls her weight nervously on the balls of her feet. She has no reason to feel so anxious in front of him. She’s the one with the future. All he has is the here and now and he hates to admit that he’s happy to be here with her. He doesn’t deserve the feeling. Not after all he’s done. But she lets him. Maybe that makes her just as bad as him but he can’t bring himself to see her as anything other than perfect.
“I’ll leave soon.” He promises but doesn’t move. He doesn’t want to leave yet. He wants to be here with her. It’s why he walked all this way. For these stolen moments where he can be greedy in a way he’ll never deserve. She accepts his kiss when he leans in, wondering if she cares that he tastes like blood where his lip is split. She’s just as terrible as he is. Being with him, having his child. But it’s a different kind of terrible. Where he’s self absorbed she is generous. Of course she doesn’t mind the blood. This isn’t the first time he’s come to her in such a battered state. And like always she holds him together. Maybe that’s why he came tonight. The battle ended days ago but he felt himself unwinding, coming loose at the seams. But if he sank any lower into insanity he’d lose sight of his purpose. So here he is to let her stitch his mind back together. She’s seen parts of him he can’t even remember. His memory is a tarnished mess of black holes where the trauma wouldn’t let him see. She’ll never be as awful as him. Not when she’s the only one that cares enough to hold him together.
“What are you going to do when I’m gone?” He asks. It’s another act of selfishness. Wanting to know if she can truly see past him. See a life where he’s not in it.
“I don’t know.” They both know it’s a lie. But it’s a good one. It’s what he wanted to hear.
“I’ll have to leave soon. And I don’t think I’ll be back.” He could never stay away. Even when he tried he found himself watching her from afar. But this time will be different. He’ll be gone forever. He thinks of his son and hopes he’ll never know he had a father. It’ll be better that way.
“Where are you going?” She asks. To hell, he wants to say. To some unending flame that will burn him for eternity. Or maybe there’ll be nothing and his mind will fully unwind at last.
“I don’t know. But it’ll be far away from here.”
“I’ll visit.” She hums. “I’ll find you. Every January.” She walks him to the door, hand tight in his, and kisses him after he tugs his boots back on.
“Good luck, Touya.” She sounds happy as she closes the door but she isn’t quick enough to hide the wetness growing in her eyes. He leaves her crying and thinks about going back inside. But he doesn’t know how to comfort her when he’s the one that caused all this in the first place.
This time he’s certain that if he ever goes back the passcode will be changed.
I love how much ur headcanons seem really rooted to canon!! I think alot of people romanticize these characters and write about how sweet they r when they r dating but i love how realistically u write them :)
Thank you! I know a lot of people are prone to making characters more palatable but I think each character’s personality is part of their charm whether they’re nice or not, so I always try to stay as true to their personality as possible. I’m glad you enjoy my efforts!
Dabi isn’t someone that does attachment. He doesn’t care about most people outside of himself, doesn’t care about most things that don’t have some level of self-interest involved. He’s selfish and apathetic to most things that aren’t directly linked to himself, especially when it comes to other people. Relationships aren’t his forte. Platonic, romantic, it doesn't matter. Dabi doesn’t make many attachments and when he does they’re selfish and peppered in fine print. Hence why he’s amazed that you’ve stuck around as long as you have with the way he acts towards you. Dabi is very self-aware. He knows he should be nicer to you, to most people really. Knows you won’t stick around for very long if he doesn’t treat you right, but to him you’re replaceable. Most things between the two of you are purely physical, barely toeing the line between friends with benefits and actually lovers. He can only be considered your boyfriend on a good day, when he’s feeling generous enough to drop the attitude a few notches. Otherwise he’s just a douchebag roommate that you sleep with on occasion. And poor decisions such as that usually lead to mistakes happening.
When you tell him you’re pregnant he doesn’t have a particularly emotive response, but that’s to be expected of someone with such a stunted range of emotions. Realistically, you’d prepared yourself for the worst, having expected a more explosive reaction. Shouting, cursing, threats, or perhaps the demeaning question of if the child was even his. Anything other than his usual empty, deadpan stare. He has little more to say about the sudden bombshell than a humorless laugh and a question of what you plan to do about it. In his mind, there isn’t much more to say on the topic. It’s not like you guys didn’t use the proper precautions but condoms break and birth control isn’t infallible. If worse comes to worst, he can just disappear out of your life the second he walks out the door so he doesn’t see a reason to dictate what you do or don’t do about your current predicament. It’s not his place, not his problem. He’s tactful enough to stay awhile after you tell him, lulling you into a false sense of comfort, making you consider the possibility that he might stay. But once he leaves he’s planning on being gone for good. Leaving you to deal with your little problem alone.
It takes a while but eventually he can’t stay away. He’s fine for a few days, a few weeks, even a month or two. He doesn’t bother to find a new stress relief partner but he does otherwise go back to his usual routine. But eventually his thoughts start to wander back to you. A small part of him can’t help but be curious. Pregnancy isn’t an unfamiliar topic to him considering the fact that he has three younger siblings but this is the first time–at least to his knowledge–that he’s gotten someone pregnant, and he can’t help but want to at least see you. He tries to ignore it but he’s always had a begrudging interest in bothering you, being around you, if only to get away from whatever nonsense was going on back at base with the League. Some might even call it an obsession. But whatever it is makes him go back to his old habit of stalking you. It’s something he did before the two of you started your little arrangement and for a while it’s enough just to watch you from a distance, but eventually he decides to pay you an actual visit.
His motivations for seeing you have always been purely selfish, he used to break into your apartment to eat your food and run up your water bill with overly long showers and this time isn’t any different. He still eats your food and uses your shower but he mostly just shows up to look at you. The shifts in your hormones mean his mileage may vary on how happy you are to come home to him sitting on your couch. Sometimes you’re happy to the point of tears, others you’re crying because you’re upset he was gone so long. And Dabi is well aware that you aren’t fully in control of your emotions at the moment but he can’t help but voice his annoyance that you’re always crying over something, whether you’re happy or angry. If you’re crying over something stupid he’ll tell you to shut up about it, if you’re angry about something inconsequential he’ll tell you you’re being stupid. Dabi is a man of very little patience and he didn’t come over for you to be bothering him with your hormonal nonsense. You’ve kicked him out quite a few times for antagonizing you to the point of near hysteria. It’s added stress that you don’t need, especially when he looks smug about how upset he’s managed to make you.
Even months into your pregnancy Dabi will still only come around as often as he did before which is to say once or twice, maybe three times a week. He’s still busy breaking the law and committing other acts of villainy and a baby isn’t going to change that. Especially when he doesn’t want anyone poking their nose in his business and asking where he goes off to whenever he’s not around. The League to him, just like most other things in his life, is a means to an end. There’s no real friendship or comradery between him and the other members. They’re all more or less expendable and he doesn’t feel the need to explain his whereabouts to a bunch of people he doesn’t particularly like. Plus, the less people that know about you the better. If the wrong people catch wind of you and your involvement with him you’ll probably get carted away for questioning and if the powers that be don’t like what you have to say they’ll probably take the kid once it’s born and send them down the river to a relative. And he won’t let his child fall into the hands of some random civilian or worse, his father. So distance is necessary even if you call him crying every now and again. You’ll get over it.
Possessive as he is, Dabi hates letting other people touch you. He’s rude and abrasive without you being pregnant and now it’s only made worse by everyone asking to touch your baby bump. He tolerates doctors having to touch and look at you in various states of undress, but random civilians aren’t allowed the same grace. On the rare occasion that the two of you are out together he’s quick to snap at anyone that gets too comfortable with you, telling them in not so kind words to keep their hands to themselves or go away. He on the other hand takes a liking to touching your stomach when the two of you are alone. If he’s not just staring at you he’s poking your belly in search of a foot or hand. Once you mentioned that the baby was hiccuping and he didn’t take his hands off you for an hour. Dabi is rarely so invested in paying attention to you outside of the bedroom so it’s a bit strange having him so fixated on you, but if you ask what he’s thinking about he’ll tell you to shut up and leave him alone. Honestly he’s still trying to wrap his head around the fact that there’s at least a small part of his legacy that will be good but he isn’t about to say that out loud to anyone. Not even you.
Dabi’s past is the world’s best kept secret. The members of the League don’t know where he came from, who he’s related to, and neither does the rest of the world; you included. His birth name and his true appearance are things he keeps to himself. He’s firmly dissociated from his past, having dedicated himself to literally killing it with his own hands, so there’s no need for him to go around spreading his family tree unless he deems it necessary. Of course, that doesn’t stop you from asking. It’s an innocent enough question seeing as you were only wondering what surname your child should take as you get closer to your due date. Because all he ever told you to call him was Dabi. Clearly a made up alias. Part of you wanted it to be your name but seeing as you were planning to leave the place for their father’s name blank you wanted to give Dabi some modicum of involvement in regards to his child. So he lies. He lies and tells you his surname is Himura. He loathes the thought of bringing a child into this world and tainting them from birth with the name Todoroki, of having something that is purely his carrying the name of the man he hates most, so he tells you his mother’s name instead. And still refuses to tell you his given name. Touya is dead, there’s no need to dig up his corpse.
Being seen in public is something that could end in Dabi being detained or the witnesses being burned alive and causing an even bigger scene, so he’s keen on avoiding crowded places when he can manage it. There’s only so much hoodies, face masks, and sunglasses can do without looking overly suspicious, but he’s willing to make a trip outside once in a blue moon if it’s dark out and you absolutely won’t shut up until you have all the miscellaneous snacks needed to satiate your ridiculous cravings. He’s bitter about it during the whole outing while he scours the convenience store for whatever random food you requested. It’s only worth the trouble because you always get that stupid happy look on your face when he comes back with whatever you wanted. Even if he used your card to pay for everything. Dabi will never admit it but he likes knowing that he makes you happy even if it’s with something as small as going on a snack run for you.
Money isn’t much of an issue to someone like him. He’s been living on the fringes of society for years and has long since figured out how to survive with just the clothes on his back but a baby doesn’t have the same luxury. They need clothes constantly with how fast they grow, they eat food like their stomachs are black holes, and poop it out just as fast. Babies are expensive and Dabi doesn’t have the money to pay for all that. He can get some petty change out of mugging people but that won’t last a day once the baby actually arrives. Meaning most of the financial burden falls on you. He doesn’t feel particularly bad about it. You have a good job and it was your choice to keep the kid in the first place. But you’ll still find random things that you didn’t buy in the nursery. Toys, clothes, diapers. It’s obvious where they came from but you never question it. That is until you come home one day to find Dabi attempting to build a crib. He admits outright that he stole it, shrugging it off as he reads the instructions. It’s the most domestic thing you’ve seen him do to date and it throws you for a bit of a loop. It makes you realize he does care if only just a little.
When your water breaks he’s not there. When you get to the hospital he’s not there. When you give birth to your son he’s not there. But he’d told you months ago that he wouldn’t be. Dabi isn’t put off by blood or suffering as it’s something he sees and inflicts on a daily basis, but the thought of being trapped in a public place for hours on end doesn’t sound very appealing to his villain sensibilities. He’s aware that complications can and may happen while you’re in labor but he’s too self absorbed to consider that it might happen to you. He decides to call you halfway through to make sure you aren’t dying and a nurse has to hold the phone to your ear while you push. He doesn’t sound particularly interested in your pain or the fact that he’s missing his child’s birth but you can’t expect more for an apathetic man like him. He mentions that he’ll be hanging out at your apartment when you get home from the hospital and that’s all the reassurance that you get.
When you actually arrive home with your son in tow Dabi is waiting at your apartment, eating your food and watching your TV as usual. But when you finally sit down he goes off to the bathroom and comes back smelling like soap to take your son from you. Understandably, you hadn’t expected Dabi to know how to hold a baby or to think to wash his hands before he does so, but he seems ill at ease holding his son. It’s a bit scary to watch seeing as his facial expression is the same deadpan stare he always has. His empty blue eyes make it impossible to know what he’s thinking, but he eventually hands him back and goes back to watching TV. Dabi admits that he doesn’t particularly like or hate children but that he’ll probably end up scaring his son if he holds him for too long. It’s half genuine concern, half a way to opt out of most of his parental duties. Even if you point out that newborns are rarely frightened by their parents regardless of appearance, he’ll still wave off your concerns. His interest in being a parent is very low. He’s only willing to do the bare minimum and sometimes not even that. Your kid, your problem.
Todoroki has a lot of things to sort out before he can even consider dating casually, let alone entering into a committed relationship. After Touya’s revelation left his life, both professional and private, in shambles, Todoroki is making the long journey towards repentance. His main priority, first and foremost, is his family; his wife and his children. And his focus isn’t on forgiveness, but rather atoning for what he’s done and trying to set things right with those he’s wronged.
His troubles with Rei are the easiest for him to work through. They’ve been all but separated for years and even after he and Rei talk through their traumas and the burden of failing their eldest son Todoroki makes it clear he wants to divorce. The separation would be more for Rei’s benefit than his own and he would be willing to accept any terms she presents in the divorce filings as well as continue to fund her recovery should she need it. His children are another concern. He isn’t expecting forgiveness from any of them, least of all Touya, but that won’t stop him from making strides to do better by them. It’s an uphill battle, especially in Shouto’s case, but that won’t stop him from trying. He’s willing to endure whatever they throw at him.
The public is the lowest on his list of priorities. Todoroki wasn’t a very well-liked hero before his reputation was destroyed and a hero doesn’t necessarily need public approval to properly do their job. Public opinion really only matters in terms of hero ranking and crowd funded activities, both of which are inconsequential to Todoroki at this point. He’s established enough that his company doesn’t live or die by public funding and after being eviscerated in the news in the wake of Touya’s broadcast Todoroki is fully willing to step down as number one hero if it means slowly rebuilding his image from the ground up.
Having his hero ranking lowered as far as the commission could make it without undermining all the years of experience Todoroki has under his belt means he suddenly has more free time than he has in years. At first he tries to spend it with his children, offering to have family dinners or outings, essentially trying to make up for lost time, but when they all refuse to join him he has to find something else to do with his time. At first he becomes a shut-in, never really leaving the house unless it’s necessary, so meeting Todoroki will probably happen in some mundane place like the grocery store or post office.
Dating still feels like a taboo topic to Todoroki after being married for so long. Even when Rei was in the hospital he never strayed outside their marriage out of respect for their vows so to suddenly be free and able to pursue a new relationship still doesn’t feel quite right to him. It will be up to you to show commitment and consistency in your pursuit of him or he won’t even consider you to be an option. He’s still going through the hard transition of becoming emotionally available and grappling with the knowledge that he wasn’t the best partner or father, so unless you’re willing to stick beside him through his uncertainty about entering a new relationship it’ll be very hard to get Todoroki to commit to anything in regards to romantic involvement.
The media will not be kind to the two of you if you’re ever seen in public once your relationship status is cemented. To them Todoroki is still the monster that abused and abandoned his wife and children; someone who deserves no respect or love. Todoroki never has anything to say in his defense whenever you’re mobbed because to him they’re right. Usually all he asks is that they be respectful towards you as you have nothing to do with anything regarding his past or his children. It’s mostly an annoyance seeing as the media is quick to dogpile on whichever person the public is angry at on any particular day. One day it’s Endeavor and the next it’ll be some other hero or celebrity. The worst of their badgering and harassment comes and goes quickly in the beginning of your relationship. Once they realize you’re not going anywhere and your presence isn’t part of some elaborate PR stunt to boost Todoroki’s public perception they’ll leave the two of you alone.
Being in a relationship with Todoroki will be an uphill battle. He comes with a lot of baggage and while you were well aware of what the whole media storm surrounding him entailed, you definitely didn’t sign up to be his therapist. He has an actual therapist that he started seeing when it became abundantly clear that he couldn’t just work through all his problems and baggage on his own. Your job isn’t to coddle him and he doesn’t expect you to. If he treats you callously or in a way that you don’t like he expects you to tell him immediately. If he says something snappy to one of his children when they lash out or sass him you’ve been given the go ahead to point it out. Todoroki doesn’t want a repeat of Rei where his partner is just silent and complacent in the face of his wrongdoings. He’d much prefer it if he knows when he’s made a misstep whether it’s you, his children, or his actual therapist telling him.
Marriage isn’t something that Todoroki sees as important anymore after seeing what being married to him did to Rei. Instead of it being the next step in a committed relationship he sees it as a way to trap you with him. Because while he has been trying his hardest to make strides towards being a better person and changing for the better there is always that chance that he might go back on his progress and return to the ignorant, uncaring, single minded man that he was for so many years. And in the event that that happens he’ll be too focused on himself and his goals to consider how his actions are affecting those around him, namely you and his family. He might come around to the idea in a few years once he’s made what he considers to be a good amount of progress but until then he wants to leave you with an out if you ever feel like he’s changing from the new man you met back into the man he was in the past.
The rest of the Todoroki clan don’t really mind your addition to the family. In regards to most people they’re actually very kind and well-mannered. It’s only Todoroki that they feel any real malice towards. Rei wants to talk to you privately upon first meeting. She is very upfront and transparent about all that she’s gone through to ensure that you aren’t wearing rose tinted glasses in your relationship. Once she knows you aren’t going in blind and accept her and her family as they are she’ll regard you as a close friend, of which she has very few. Touya doesn’t feel strongly towards you, though you’d have no real way of knowing this. He knows of your existence through the media and sees you the same as he sees any other citizen that idolizes heroes. You’re part of the brainwashed masses but you’re also on his hit list if he ever needed a hostage to draw Todoroki to him. He’s willing to kill his father, or even Shouto, so someone like you who has no blood relation to him is easy pickings in a hostage situation should one ever arise.
Fuyumi is the first to really welcome you into the family. She’s the most optimistic of the Todoroki children and knows that her parents’ marriage wasn’t a happy one. In her eyes, she’s just happy that her father has found someone that is actually a good match for him because it means he will make an effort to be good to them. Natsuo accepts and acknowledges your place in the family, seeing you as a third parent rather than his mother’s replacement. He has no ill will towards you even though he still resents his father for what he’s done. But you had nothing to do with that, so Natsuo tries his best to keep you separate from his father in his mind. Shouto treats you with the most distance. He doesn’t really have an opinion on you. You’re just someone that’s around his family quite often. He’ll eventually warm up to the idea of you after being around you for a while but he isn’t anything more than aloof but respectful upon first meeting.
Even after marriage children aren’t something that Todoroki is worried about in the slightest at this point in his life. He already has four and is still attempting to mend the broken relationship he has with them. They grew up feeling neglected, unloved, and used and he’s still making strides to atone for his failings as a parent. In his mind new babies would be a clean slate for him to possibly fall back into the same pitfalls that he’s still trying to make up for today. He wouldn’t be having more kids in the hopes of having another chimera Quirk but he still hasn’t quite figured out how to be the best parent that he can be. Todoroki is trying his best to be available and present which would already improve the chances of any new children feeling more loved than his eldest kids, but he doesn’t want to divide his attention or make his older kids feel inferior to the baby because they’ll be treated better than his oldest children ever were by him.
Because he’s gone through all the introspection of trying to better himself and learn how to properly treat those close to him with respect and affection it’s become a bit easier for Todoroki to vocalize his feelings. He still won’t say things like I love you very often but he won’t be against showing how he feels with his actions. He’s very appreciative towards you for helping him through a very dark place in his life and he constantly wants you to know how much he appreciates your commitment to him. I love you will still be rare but he’ll still let you know that your presence is valued, appreciated, and reciprocated.
I don’t usually post random things on this blog, but I noticed my Dating Kuroiro headcanons were getting a lot of love all of a sudden and was wondering why. I just saw a simp tiktok for him so that would explain it. I hadn’t realized season 5 has started airing.
Yamada is a very busy man. If he’s not patrolling or getting called out as part of a task force then he’s teaching, grading papers, or being otherwise occupied at U.A., and if he’s not doing that then he’s in his studio hosting his radio show. With so many plates in the air it’s hard for Yamada to find any downtime that he doesn’t want to spend just decompressing and not worrying about anything. Dating would be the furthest thing from his mind so if the two of you are together it’s more than likely that you started dating long before he’s career really picked up and ate away all his free time.
In the beginning Yamada doesn’t even ask you out properly. Sure, the two of you have gone on dates and act closer than friends normally would but to you it just seemed to match his over the top personality. He’s an extrovert to the max and him holding your hand and asking you to the movies was just something you assumed he did because he was comfortable around you and not because you were dating. Unbeknownst to you Yamada had been going around boastfully declaring that the two of you were together. It wasn’t until someone mentioned it to you that you realized that the two of you had been dating for months without you realizing.
That’s actually something very common that Yamada does. For as loud as the motormouth is about everything when it comes to you he’s more of an actions over words kind of guy. Hyping up crowds and hosting radio shows is easy but for Yamada it’s actually a bit hard for him to speak openly about his feelings. When you eventually bring up the fact that he apparently decided the two of you were dating without officially asking you it actually gets him to go quiet for a few moments while he awkwardly tries to explain that he thought you knew because of the way he was treating you. Citing that he didn’t treat his other friends that way so he thought he made it obvious without actually having to say it.
It’s surprisingly hard for Yamada to get extremely attached to people considering his personality. Everything about him is magnetic and it’s hard for people not to gravitate towards him but those are just acquaintances. He only has a handful of people he’d actually consider to be his close friends, but once he’s attached he’s not letting go. Yamada doesn’t enter any kind of relationship, be it platonic or otherwise, assuming that it’ll be something temporary. He wouldn’t put in the effort if he didn’t want you around for the long haul. And he most definitely does. Even if the two of you are still a bit young, Yamada is already thinking of your future together.
Every outing involving him becomes an ordeal. He’s loud and flashy and hard to ignore so it isn’t uncommon for the two of you to get booted out of some store because Yamada got a little too loud and other customers were starting to complain. Dates are better done in places where volume won’t be a big issue. The two of you have probably mapped out the entire city a million times over from how often you’ve walked around in search of a new karaoke room or outdoor seating restaurant. Once you’d suggested that the two of you go hiking because then Yamada could be as loud as he wanted and only the trees would hear him but he’d immediately shot that idea down. Hiking means woods and the woods means bugs. He’ll just try extra hard not to laugh too loud at the movies if you promise to never drag him outside the city.
It doesn’t matter how many people have told him mixtapes are outdated or that CDs are obsolete, Yamada will still constantly be burning you new mixtapes. He has very good taste in music and can curate the perfect track list that suits your preferred genre of music every time. He always labels each CD with a pun and a number. Over the years you’ve amassed almost a hundred mixtapes from Yamada and he shows no signs of stopping anytime soon. You have an entire bookshelf dedicated to the many mixtapes Yamada has given you, along with all the other presents he’s bought for you.
Fighting with Yamada isn’t something that happens often but when it does it’s better to let him deal with his anger and annoyance on his own rather than the two of you having a screaming match. It’s hard for Yamada to control his Quirk when he starts raising his voice and being in such close proximity to him if he slips up would definitely result in an ear injury for you. It’s never happened before but Yamada is always worried he’ll get too caught up in the moment and lose control of his Quirk so he’s more likely to storm off and work through his emotions on his own before coming back to talk it out when both of you are calmer.
There’s no such thing as personal space when Yamada is present. He isn’t necessarily overbearing but he enjoys being close to you and is usually touching you in one way or another. He can keep it to a minimum if the situation calls for it but more than likely if the two of you are out in public there’s no way people won’t know that you’re together. If you’re standing in line at the grocery store he’s draped over your back, arms hanging over your shoulder; if you’re walking down the street he’s holding your hand, happily swinging them between you. Even in the comfort of your own home he won’t be any less clingy. If you’re sitting on the couch he’s laid out on top of you like a cat; if you’re in bed he’s curled himself around you so you can’t move away in your sleep.
His hair is his crowning glory and he’s very particular about who touches it. Unlike Aizawa whose hair just grows out because he’s too lazy to cut it, Yamada has spent years growing out his golden mane and he takes expert care of it considering all the gel and hairspray he has to use to style it. If and when Yamada finally allows you to help brush or wash his hair it’ll be a big show of trust between the two of you. And afterwards he’ll randomly ask you to play with his hair if he’s ever feeling particularly stressed or anxious about something. The feeling of your fingers in his hair is very soothing. It isn’t uncommon for you to find him overworking himself and sneakily use your magic fingers to lull him to sleep.
It takes a while for Yamada to finally articulate how much he loves you. In the beginning he just expects you to know. To see how he looks at you and know he adores you. It’s not until you finally say it that he actually vocalizes his feelings. He won’t say those three particular words often but he’s still very vocal about how much he loves and appreciates you without actually saying “I love you.” He’s more likely to pick you up and twirl you around singing about how you’re his and he’s yours. He’d sing your praises from the mountaintops if you’d let him but more often than not he forgets people like verbal reassurance over actions.
I read When Darknes Falls awhile ago and LOVED IT! A little while later, wanted to reread and couldn't find you again. So now that I found you *gets comfy* I'm not leaving.
I just had a bit of a cursed thought but one I think is somewhat valid regardless. I think as a hero Bakugou will end up being more like Endeavor than All Might even though he idolizes All Might to the same extent that Midoriya does. And at first glance that seems like a bad thing considering Endeavor’s entire character as a whole, but when you remove Todoroki Enji, the husband and father, and look purely at Endeavor, the hero, as an entity separate from his home life, his family, and anything not strictly regarding his hero work it makes more sense that Bakugou would end up being more like Endeavor. Even as the number two hero Endeavor has actually solved more crimes than All Might has but because he has such an abrasive personality the general population still flocked to All Might and as such he remained the number one hero until he retired. But the main thing I was thinking about is the fact that when Endeavor found out what happened to All Might after his fight with One For All and that he’d be retiring from hero work which would consequently make him the de facto number one hero Endeavor got angry to the point of violence. It reminds me very much of Bakugou. They’re both extremely ambitious and goal oriented when it comes to their hero work while also being quick to anger and very aggressive. With the way the story is going and how most shonen anime always end up with their protagonist reaching their lifelong goal, history will most likely repeat itself with Midoriya becoming the number one hero as All Night’s successor and Bakugou being stuck at number two even though they would both be theoretically matched in terms of power and whatnot, then they’ll be a new generation of All Might vs. Endeavor. The comparison isn’t necessarily a bad thing since Endeavor is the number one hero now and is good at his job besides the fact that he isn’t as approachable or charismatic as All Might. Removing anything in regards to his family Endeavor is a good hero and Bakugou will be too, but he’ll probably still have his short temper and sharp tongue unless he manages to grow out of that before the end of high school.
I had A Thought. It’s not fully formed yet, but I realized I don’t usually post here unless I have fully finished things to post so this blog is just dormant for months at a time and I want to at least post something. So this is something. First off, spoilers. This thought hinges on manga spoilers for chapter 290, so if you’re behind on the manga or only watch the anime please ignore my musings unless you want to be spoiled.
So my thought is basically an AU where Dabi is the My Hero universe’s equivalent of Corpse Husband. I don’t really know much about the guy other than the fact that he’s a faceless YouTuber with a deep voice, assumedly dark aesthetic, and an army of fans. My idea is that before Dabi was integrated into the League of Villains he used to be a streamer of some sort but he wouldn’t post video game playthroughs or anything he’d just post videos about him ranting about how bad hero society is and how it needs to be dismantled and how most heroes are in it for the wrong reasons. Just very typical Dabi and Stain-esque ideologies but he’s just making videos in his apartment and uploading them to Twitch or something, all without showing his face since his scars and piercings make him very easy to identify. All his fans really know about him besides his ideologies and thoughts on the current state of the world is his voice. And where I’m going with this whole idea is that when he gets to the point in chapter 290 where he reveals his true identity and everything on national television obviously people see it. Most likely a lot of people see it. And one of his old fans mentions on some forum or sub Reddit that they think the guy in the video sounds very similar to Dabi’s online persona and they start connecting the dots and realize he’s the guy that they’ve all been watching and idolizing for saying what they’ve been thinking in terms of how the world worships heroes. And because the My Hero world is a bit different from our own I’d like to imagine that plenty of Dabi’s hundreds of thousands of fans would be willing to rise up and start resorting to villainy to help support their idol. Basically Dabi accidentally recruited hundreds, if not thousands, of people into the LOV with his voice alone. This is definitely a half baked idea but seeing how passionate people can get about their favorite things I wouldn’t doubt that this could be plausible for the My Hero universe if Dabi was some anonymous internet person that people looked up to. It would definitely cause anarchy but that’s what the LOV is doing anyway at this point. I’m not sure what to call this AU but here it is. It’s very off brand for Dabi since I don’t think he’d be the type of person to post his thoughts about heroism to the interwebs since I doubt he can afford a VPN so the cops don’t track him down for threatening to murder people, but for the fun of it let’s employ some suspension of disbelief on what canon Dabi would and wouldn’t do with his free time.
Edit: if you guys want to use this AU in your own way go right ahead. Have fun and tag me so I can read them too.
hiya i just stumbled across ur blog and ur writing is amazing!!!!!!!! i love everything about yanderes but i don’t see people write as much detail about the angsty parts of yanderes as you do so that was nice to see!! i fricken loved ur midoriya piece!! i’m reallyyy glad i found your blog ahhh are you still active on here and do you take commissions? i’d kill to have u write a piece for me (pun intended) 💓💗❤️
Thank you, I’m glad you enjoy my writing! I especially like writing angst so yandere prompts are fun for me to do. I just posted a commissions page so if you’re still interested feel free to message me!
To date, all my writings have been on a request or personally inspired basis but I’m hoping to bridge the gap into a more personalized form of storytelling through commissions. Not only will I be paid for the hours of work I’ve previously put in for the pure joy of writing, but you, as the person commissioning me, will have a more definitive say in story beats and character interactions. If this sounds like something that interests you read on and send me a PM to discuss further details.
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Vore / Cannibalism
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HELLO!! Um!! May I please ask for relationship headcanons for Mina Ashido? Either way have a nice day and stay hydrated and rest when you can!! Your writing is amazing!!! 💓💞💓💋
It’s posted here. I love Mina, she’s the definition of a lovable idiot. She’s so sweet and caring but sometimes she’s a bit of an airhead which I can see making her a bit stubborn and hardheaded, but she always means well. I’m glad you enjoy my writing! ❤️
Ashido is an overflowing fountain of confidence, and that paired with her friendly personality makes her almost magnetic. People constantly flock to her like moths to a flame and she’ll happily talk to anyone as long as they’re nice enough to her which means she has a plethora of acquaintances and friends, you being one of them. And even though she knows and talks to a lot of people Ashido only has a few very close friends that she feels comfortable sharing everything with. She’s most at home surrounded by them because she knows they’ll be there for her just as she is for them. It’s that deep platonic bond that first draws her to you. It’s different than how she feels towards her other friends and it takes her a while for it to click in her head that she likes you as more than a friend.
When Ashido finally realizes that she does, indeed, have a crush on you she’ll have to confide in someone. She’ll gather her friends and share the news in the hopes that they’ll help her come up with a way to ask you out. Ashido herself is a hopeless romantic and would go to the ends of the earth to get her friends together with whoever they like, but some of her ideas are on the zanier side and she always needs someone more practical to reign her in. And with her own crush she’d definitely want to go a bit overboard with her methods of courting and asking you out so she definitely needs the guidance her friends provide to keep her from overwhelming you with her shows of affections. But she also wants a method that’s fast because while she’d like to take her time to slowly woo you she also doesn’t want to give anyone else the chance to swoop in and steal you before she gets a chance to confess. In the end her confession still doesn’t go as planned. She ends up accidentally blurting out her feelings while the two of you are hanging out alone. And even though it’s not the romantic confession she was hoping to give you it works just as well so she’s not about to complain.
All of her confidence seems to fizzle out during the first stages of your relationship. She goes from her usual self assured demeanor to nervous about every little thing. No matter how many times you reassure her that she has nothing to worry about and that you already like her, Ashido will still be worried about messing something up and ruining her chance at a long lasting relationship with you. It’ll take her a few weeks to fully adjust and realize that you already know her inside and out since you’re one of her closest friends before it clicks in her head that she doesn’t need to walk on eggshells with you. After that little hiccup she’ll immediately revert back to her normal, confident self.
Even as friends, Ashido was unintentionally clingy. It’s just in her nature to be close to the people she loves and her friends fall under that category, but as a couple it’s turned up to a thousand. There’s no longer such a thing as personal space unless it includes both of you in that radius. The two of you will become attached at the hip in any situation it’s deemed appropriate, which is most of the time considering it’s not particularly inappropriate to hold hands with your significant other in public. She also enjoys just draping herself over your back like a pink blanket, hugging your shoulders and resting her head against yours. However, even Ashido is aware that while she may be the definition of touchy feely when it comes to people she’s comfortable with, not everyone can deal with having an overbearing shadow at all hours of the day. And while she loves being around you, she also knows that sometimes you need a break from her constant hovering so she’ll give you breaks by attaching to someone else. To her it’s a normal thing and her friends know she doesn’t mean anything by it when she holds their hand or hooks their arms together. Everything that isn’t with you is completely platonic, so she doesn’t feel the need to turn off her clingy nature when it’s not with you because it would be like turning off part of her personality and she hopes you can understand that without becoming jealous over her friends.
Because Ashido is with you more often than not she’s become quite attune to your personality, usually being able to pick up on your thoughts and feelings just by looking at your expression. Her little talent for reading you comes in quite handy when it comes to how protective she is over you. She despised bullies or really anyone that’s unnecessarily harsh or rude to people and it’s her basic instinct to want to step in and speak up for whoever’s getting harrassed. If you’re out and about and someone tries to talk to you she won’t immediately jump down their throat because she’s well aware that you’re allowed to have friends and relationships that don’t revolve around her, but the second you show any amount of distress she’s quick to step in and tell whoever it is that was bothering you to buzz off. Conversely, if anyone is ever bothering her while the two of you are together she always gets a bit surprised when you’re quick to come to her defense, even if it’s what she always does for you. Ashido is used to being the one to step in and help do having someone that will always do the same for her makes her a bit giddy. It makes her feel like you’re perfectly matched for each other.
The one thing about Ashido that she’s a bit standoffish about are her horns. Most everything about her appearance is a bit strange by most standards; pink skin, black eyes, but a lot of people have horns. They’re not the strangest part of her look but she still doesn’t like when people touch them, especially without asking first. It’s happened a few times where people were poking and prodding, asking questions about her skin and eyes, and took it upon themselves to mess with her horns, too. It doesn’t hurt and she can’t really feel them unless someone tugs on them but even she doesn’t touch them more than a slight brush when she’s doing her hair, so having other people touch them more intently than even she does upsets her. Only a select few are allowed to touch them, the main one being her mom because she always used to play with her hair. So sometime into your relationship Ashido will eventually park her head in your lap and tentatively ask you to play with her hair. Obviously, you’re well aware of how protective she is of her horns and this will be a big show of trust in your relationship.
Any outing with Ashido is usually a luck of the draw. Some days she’ll want to go on simple dates, like going to see a movie or eating lunch together, but other days she’ll be on the complete opposite side of the spectrum, wanting to go indoor rock climbing or trying out a new escape room, and anything in between. She’ll always warn you if a date is going to be more physically demanding so you at least have the chance to dress appropriately but unless it’s something you really, really don’t want to do it’ll be hard to talk her out of it once she’s gotten herself hyped up for it. But because she knows her ideas for a fun date can be rather eccentric the two of you have come to the agreement that every other date will be picked by you to keep yourself from going insane with all the crazy things your girlfriend wants to try out. Usually they’re a fun time, but it sometimes feels like you’re just trying to keep up with her, especially if it’s something you haven’t done before. And while Ashido is very flexible and athletic and has the uncanny ability to make everything look easy, she won’t try to force you past your limits. She won’t taunt you for not being able to climb as high as her or get mad if you want to push the panic button to get out of an escape room early. As long as you’re enjoying yourself, she is too.
For better or worse Ashido is proud to be able to call you hers and won’t shut up about you if given the chance to brag about your relationship ad nauseam. People you’ve never met will be well acquainted with you from how much Ashido talks about you. At every turn she’s mentioning something in relation to you. If someone mentions a food you like she’ll comment on how it’s your favorite and then go on a spiel about how the two of you once tried to make it at home and she almost set the kitchen on fire, or how there’s a restaurant the two of you frequent for date nights because they make it the best. And while it can be annoying for people to hear her constantly bragging about you, Ashido is equally as proud of everyone in her life so if she’s not talking someone’s ear off about you, she’s talking your ear off about her friends doing this or that and how much they’ve improved at it and how proud she is of their progress.
The main reason she likes bragging about the people she loves is because Ashido can be a bit dense sometimes. It takes her awhile for certain things to click in her head and she works best with positive reaffirming. It’s charming at some times but when the two of you argue it quickly becomes an annoyance. Unless it’s Ashido that’s upset fights usually drag on for ridiculous amounts of time because she’s so hardheaded. If she doesn’t think she’s wrong then Ashido won’t back down and apologize so it takes you explaining your side over and over in different ways for her to realize why you’re upset with her. And even then she won’t immediately apologize because as much as she’s kind and loving she also hates feeling like someone is talking down to her, so it’ll take a bit of sulking before she can cool down and admit to her mistake. But she hates when you don’t forgive her straight away because even though it’s hypocritical she likes to be coddle after fights to be reminded that you still love her and don’t think she’s dumb even if it takes a minute for her to catch up to what you’re saying sometimes.
Ashido isn’t shy about saying she loves you. She’ll wake you up with a confession, and say it before she goes to sleep at night, plus anytime in between. She isn’t shy about her love and doesn’t wait for a special occasion or sweet moment to say those words to you. If she’s feeling particularly sappy she’ll make the moment a bit special in her own way, but usually there’s no grand gesture to accompany her confessions because she wants to be able to tell you she loves you at any time without having to plan out a big date or expensive gift. And she doesn’t mind if you don’t say it back as long as you show her with your actions that you love her too.
Mmm asking questions is good. Like.. do you do specific things? Like reader having specific quirks/being chubby/etc?
I try to be as inclusive as I can with my normal requests so there’s no set appearance for the reader but if you request a chubby reader, reader of color, or a specific gender I’ll be happy to accommodate, same with specific Quirk requests.
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