LOV + the other villains ofc with a character who’s basically the opposite of them?
A/n: sorry this took so long to come out I'm doing one thing at a time so Im getting blocked up. And this is a cute idea
Summary: this has Tomura, Dabi spinner, Kai Chisaki, Twice, Geten,
He honestly didn't understand how he ended up with you. You were the complete opposite of him so bubbly, affectionate, and always wanting to be close. Somehow, despite everything, he found himself enjoying your company more than he'd ever admit.
You always had a different way of looking at things. Sometimes your ideas actually solved problems he hadn't considered. Other times... they made absolutely no sense to him. Still, he found himself listening every time you spoke.
Physical affection was something he had to get used to. Random hugs or grabbing his hand out of nowhere would make him tense up. But over time, he became more tolerant of it. He didn't really mind you touching him anymore... as long as you warned him first.
A quiet, "Kai, can I hug you?" or "I'm gonna hold your hand," was enough for him to prepare himself. He'd give a small nod, pretending he didn't care, even though he'd already shifted closer so you could.
He'd never ask for affection himself, but if you rested your head on his shoulder after giving him a heads-up, he wouldn't move away. In his own quiet way, that was his version of saying he wanted you there.
Tomura was a gamer through and through. He could spend hours locked in front of a screen, surviving on snacks and pure determination. He could also be rude without realizing it, grumbling and complaining about just about everything.
You were like a walking ray of sunshine. You loved going outside, taking long walks, skipping down sidewalks, and stopping to admire flowers, birds, or anything else that caught your attention. You somehow convinced him that fresh air wasn't completely unbearable.
One of the biggest things he noticed was how unbelievably soft your skin was. He didn't know how you managed it, but he'd absentmindedly cup your cheek and gently rub his thumb across it for minutes at a time. Sometimes he'd realize he'd been doing it for almost an hour while you happily talked about whatever was on your mind.
"...How is your face this soft?" he'd mutter, still rubbing your cheek.
You'd just laugh while he continued, completely fascinated.
Believe it or not, you were one of the few reasons Tomura willingly left the League's base. He still hated crowded places, but sitting beside you on a patch of grass or a large rock while you watched birds or clouds? That wasn't so bad. He'd pretend he was bored the whole time, but if you asked to go outside again the next day, he'd already have his shoes on.
You were absolutely terrible.
The controls confused you, you forgot which button did what, and somehow you always wandered into the worst possible place at the worst possible time. Every co-op game turned into Tomura desperately trying to keep both of you alive.
"No! I told you not to go over there yet!"
"...Why did you press that button?"
"...You know what? Just let me do it."
He'd groan, drag a hand down his face, and complain the entire match.
Yet if you stopped playing with him altogether, he'd be even more annoyed.
"...What do you mean you don't want to play?"
He'd act like you were abandoning him, shoving another controller into your hands with a dramatic sigh.
"You're awful at games... but it's boring without you."
He'd never admit it outright, but hearing your excited laughter whenever you accidentally messed something up made every lost match worth it.
Geten was calm, collected, and almost impossible to rile up. He rarely raised his voice, thought through every decision, and kept his emotions locked away behind a cool expression.
You, on the other hand, were the exact opposite.
You were hotheaded in every sense of the word.
If something bothered you, everyone knew about it. You said exactly what was on your mind, never sugarcoated your words, and refused to back down from anyone. Whether it was standing up for yourself or someone else, you weren't afraid of a confrontation.
...Sometimes that got you into trouble.
Small arguments had a habit of turning into bigger ones because you just couldn't let things go. More than once, Geten had found you in the middle of a fight, arms crossed and glaring while the other person looked just as ready to throw another punch.
His calm voice usually ended the argument faster than your yelling ever could.
Despite how different you were, he admired your spirit. You weren't fearless you just refused to let people walk all over you. There was something refreshing about someone who wore their emotions so openly when he had spent so long hiding his own.
There was another thing he secretly adored.
After spending so much of his life surrounded by ice and cold temperatures, your body heat was unbelievably comforting. Whenever the two of you cuddled, he'd quietly pull you a little closer, resting against you without a word.
"You really are like a furnace," he'd mumble.
You'd laugh and tease him for stealing all your warmth, only for him to wrap an arm around you a little tighter.
"...I'm not stealing it."
He'd never admit how much he looked forward to those quiet moments, but everyone could tell. Whenever you were curled up together, Geten seemed just a little more relaxed, letting your warmth melt away the cold he'd grown so used to carrying.
You and Twice were probably one of the strangest couples anyone had ever seen.
You barely spoke unless you had something important to say. You preferred listening over talking, thinking through your words before you said them.
Twice, on the other hand..
He could somehow carry on five conversations at once.
"I think we should get lunch! No, that's a terrible idea! Actually, I'm starving!"
You'd simply nod and quietly answer, "Lunch sounds nice."
He'd blink for a second before smiling beneath his mask.
"...See? They always know what to say!"
Your personalities couldn't have been more different, but somehow they fit together perfectly. When his mind became loud and overwhelming, you were the quiet that grounded him. You never judged him for talking too much, and he never pressured you to talk more than you wanted.
You also had your life far more organized than he ever did.
Your planner was always up to date. You wrote notes every day, made checklists for almost everything, and crossed each task off with a satisfying little checkmark. Appointments, grocery lists, reminders you had a place for all of it.
Twice's life, meanwhile, was complete chaos.
He'd lose things constantly, forget what he was doing halfway through doing it, and somehow never remember where he'd put anything
Eventually, he started relying on your lists more than he'd ever admit.
You'd leave little sticky notes around the room.
He'd grin every time he found one.
"They made me a list! They think I can do it! No they don't! Yes they do!"
Twice would never tell you this outright, but your quiet nature and organized habits made him feel like life wasn't so overwhelming. Even when his thoughts were racing in every direction, all it took was seeing you calmly writing in your notebook for him to feel like everything would be okay.
You brought order to his chaos.
And he brought laughter to your silence.
No one understood how the two of you worked.
Dabi was rude, sarcastic, and looked at the world like it had nothing left to offer. If someone annoyed him, he'd tell them exactly what he thought without a second thought. He expected the worst from people and usually wasn't surprised when they proved him right.
You were a little ball of sunshine.
You saw rainbows where everyone else saw rain. You smiled at strangers, waved at little kids, and got excited over the smallest things. Finding a pretty flower on the sidewalk could make your entire day.
To make things even funnier, you were kind of a bimbo.
You'd ask the most random questions with complete confidence.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Dabi would stare at you for a long moment before letting out the biggest sigh.
"I swear your brain takes vacations."
You'd just giggle and shrug.
He'd roll his eyes so hard it looked like they might get stuck, muttering about how unbelievable you were.
Despite all the teasing, he secretly found it adorable.
Your cheerful attitude never felt fake. No matter how bad things got, you somehow managed to find something worth smiling about. It drove him crazy... but it also made him want to stick around just to see what you'd get excited over next.
He'd complain every time you dragged him somewhere.
"We're watching the sunset!"
"It does this every day."
Even so, he'd follow behind you with his hands shoved into his pockets, pretending he wasn't interested while secretly watching your face more than the sunset itself.
You had a habit of pointing out little things he'd stopped noticing years ago—the smell after it rained, birds singing in the morning, funny shaped clouds, or a rainbow after a storm.
"You really think the world's that nice?" he'd ask.
"No," you'd answer with a smile. "I just think it's easier to live if you notice the nice parts."
Dabi didn't have a sarcastic comeback.
He'd just look away, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth before mumbling,
"...You're such an idiot."
It was never said with any real bite.
Not when he was looking at you like you were the brightest thing he'd ever seen.
Spinner wasn't nearly as harsh as Dabi, but he could still be pretty sarcastic. If someone got on his nerves, he'd usually mutter an insult under his breath instead of saying it loud enough for everyone to hear.
"What was that?" you'd ask.
You were the complete opposite.
You were unbelievably sweet and had the heart of a grandma. You were always checking to make sure everyone had eaten, handing out compliments like they were candy, and worrying over the League members whether they admitted they needed it or not.
"Don't forget to eat something."
"I made extra if anyone's hungry."
Before long, everyone had accepted that if you walked into the room carrying a tray of homemade food, there was no point arguing. You'd smile, set everything down, and insist everyone grab a plate.
Even Dabi, after enough grumbling, would eventually take some.
Spinner always thought it was sweet how naturally caring you were. You never expected anything in return you just liked making people smile.
One day you'd be knitting a scarf, the next you'd be baking cookies or making soup because someone looked tired. It made the League's hideout feel... oddly homey.
Spinner himself preferred staying indoors. If he wasn't helping with League business, he was usually playing video games or reading comics. He could lose track of time for hours without realizing it.
But the moment you asked,
He was already getting up.
He'd never admit it, but he looked forward to those walks more than gaming sometimes. Walking beside you while you pointed out flowers, fed ducks, or admired the sunset was peaceful in a way he wasn't used to.
During the warmer months, he'd happily keep pace with you
The cold made him move a lot slower
"Come on!" you'd laugh, already a few steps ahead.
He'd pull his jacket tighter and grumble the whole way, muttering about how people weren't meant to be outside when it was freezing.
"You said you wanted fresh air."
"I did. I didn't say I wanted frostbite."
Still, he'd never turn you down.
Because at the end of every walk, you'd always slip your hand into his, smile up at him, and thank him for coming with you.
"...Yeah," he'd mumble, giving your hand a small squeeze.
"Let's do it again tomorrow."
And somehow... he always found himself saying yes.
