An independent and selective RP blog for šš¶š·š¾ of BNHA. Unaffiliated with any fandom or RPC. Highly sporadic activity. Canon complaint with influence from personal headcanons. Minors and personals DNI. Cremated by āššš¶ššš¾š. 30+. He/him pronouns. Please read my carrd before interacting. || Overhaul side blog @curecrafted || All for one side blog @quirksteal
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š³š“š°š»šøš½š¶ šøš½ ; Silhouettes in flame, haunting the living, lost childhood, frankenstein's monster, defiance with a death wish, the inverted phoenix and binds to a fiery fate || š³š³š³š½š“, blog contains canon-compliant dark themes, if you don't know, don't follow me.
@uchitokenai : āyou really don't hear yourself when you talk, do you?" ā ( welcome back )
ā Yeah? Funny, I was just thinkin' the same thing about you. ā Caught skipping a meeting again. If he didn't know better, he'd think Geten's quirk is bloodhound or something, the way he somehow manages to track him down every time. He bets all these Meta army goons are snitches, that'd explain it.
Violet Regiment? Please. He didn't want to lead, and he knows he didn't ask. The League had barely been a functioning disaster before the MLA decided on these stupid ranks and regiments. What business did any of them have commanding an army? And Dabi sure as hell wasn't about to start giving motivational speeches to any of these assholes. They were trying to kill him not that long ago.
ā Look, I really ain't qualified for this whole⦠Commander thing - I'm technically doin' you a favour by not showin'. Just call me when shit needs burnin' and get lost, I'm tryna dodge responsibilities I never asked for here.ā
He could tell him. He could probably trust a guy like Tomura, as weird as he could be at times ā hell, he could probably trust all of them. They were all a bunch of nobodies after all ā Toya was the only one among them that could have been considered someone, and even then, it wasn't much. He wasn't any more than someone who should have burned away to nothing years ago ā but that didn't mean he wasn't a Todoroki, the eldest son of the Flame Hero, and he was a pretty big deal.
Dabi didn't know how any of his new "friends" were gonna take that. It's not that he could really see them kicking him out, but would they look at him differently? He doesn't know.
ā Pft, what's the point of having a villain name if we're just gonna give away who we are? I dunno about you, boss, but I respect the sanctity of anonymity, y'know? ā He made that up; he's not even sure if he's using the words right, so he continues ā Secret identities, like in the good ol' days when superpowers were somethin' for comic books. Can't just go giving your government name away when ya plan on comittin' a bunch of crimes, right? ā Yeah, that made sense, good save, Dabi.
But maybe⦠Maybe he did wanna tell Tomura who he really was, as stupid as it felt. Must have felt good as fuck to just run around doing whatever you wanted with your whole name and identity attached. There was some radical, progressive sense of liberation attached to it. He might not have had the education to put together the technical aspects of it, but he understood the spirit.
And Toya? He'd built Dabi out of ash and spite, out of the parts of him his family buried and "moved on" from. Toya Todoroki didn't matter, so the name⦠It felt strange to him now. Like he didn't exist anymore. Not really. He glanced away then, scoffing under his breath as if irritated with himself for something going on inside his head.
ā Yeah, I've got a pretty good thing goin' here. ā Strange admission. Worse because it was completely true. ā You guys don't ask too many questions. Don't act like I oughta be grateful for anything. ā He'd almost say they acted like friends... Accepting each others faults, helping each other out... Maybe even family, in a weird way.
ā So yeah. Maybe I wanna tell you. Maybe I don't know if I should. Maybe I'm not exactly eager to find out whether the League still wants me around afterwards.ā He should have reminded himself to smile after he said that, might have looked mean and numb to the entire idea, held up his charade of not caring either way, oops.
The stupid grin on Dabi's face doesnāt falter, if anything, Hawks laughing only makes it worse, pulling the staples at the corners of his mouth into something sharp, bright, and stupidly pleased with himself. He takes this as a triumph, he looks as cool as he thought he did and he makes no attempt to hide it, though he lets his shoulders roll back, lets his head tilt like he hadnāt just launched himself through open air on a half-baked impulse and nearly eaten concrete in front of the number two hero.
ā Oh, yeah? ā he drawls, breath still a little rough from the stunt - took some effort, that was true, even though he tries not to show it. ā Wouldn't've thought I was capable of impressin' you. ā It doesn't sound as careless or mocking as he might have wanted it to, no, there's an unmistakable, genuine sincerity to it, along with a distinct flicker of curiosity. Impressing Hawks wasnāt exactly a small thing ā not when the bastard had wings, speed, training, fame, and the whole damn hero world kissing the ground he landed on. He was number two hero, after all. It felt like a big deal, and inside Dabi, there flickered the ember of pride his father had tried to douse with every one of his rejections.
Which leads his mind right to the traitorous and unwelcome wondering if Endeavor would've been impressed. He hadn't seen Shota do anything like that, yet. Sides, how could he, he only had one half fire ā he'd probably be off balance if he tried. But then his mind brings him just as cruelly to an answer and the answer was no.
The old man would've found some flaw in it. Too reckless. Too sloppy. Too dangerous, not enough control. He would've looked at Toya standing there alive and excited after being perfectly airborne and still found a way to make it sound like failure... All because of a little singe or two.
Whatever. Dabi clicks his tongue and looks away, pretending the thought hadn't stung more than any burn ever could. ā Missed the big show down there, ā he says instead, nodding toward the ruined sprawl of Deika below. ā Spinner wonāt shut up about it. Shigaraki versus that Redestro guy, the fight of a lifetime and I didn't get to see a single second of it. ā
His eyes remain with the wreckage, the breath-taking ruin of the once thriving city block. To think Shigaraki had done this.... It was impressive. ā Probably sounds crazy to a pro like you but for a minute there, Shigaraki was acting like a hero, giving his all to save a guy in need. ā His tone holds no sarcasm or cruelty, just a rough-edged sort of approval, reluctant but real. ā Took him long enough, but he's actually startin' to look like someone people might wanna follow. ā
The hug is gentle, but he doesn't get to deny his baby sister.
No, he really doesn't and by the withered look of boredom on his face, one might have been tempted to think he found this situation unfortunate for him. They'd be wrong of course. Toya's just doing his brotherly duty of pretending everything annoys him.
ā Yeah, yeah. You know barely went anywhere, right? Tch, so clingy.ā Don't count the nearly ten years he was missing and presumed dead.
Will fix / move my headcanons over later, for some reason tumblr is being SUPER wonky rn and wont let me post without freezing and crashing every 20 mintes.
The past never dies! You will REAP EVERYTHING YOU'VE SOWN, Enji Todoroki! Let's fall together! Come and dance with me in Hell, won't you? Well? SPEAK UP, DAD!
An indie, private and selective RP blog for DABI aka Toya Todoroki, of my hero academia. Unaffiliated with any fandom or RPC. Cremated by āššš¶ššš¾š. 30+. He/him pronouns. Highly sporadic activity. Please read my carrd before interacting. Canon complaint. Minors and personals DNI.