That’s what you said he looked like. The up-and-coming villain known as Dabi would have burnt you. If he could’ve, of course.
The burnt skin on his wrists had rolled up like sleeves. It detached itself from its fastening staples, revealing flesh. The purple skin on his side had split open. Some sections of tissue were charred black, while others were pink and bloody. Bleeding.
His blood, the only reminder he had that his heart was still beating inside his ribcage. Red as anyone else’s, and still flowing though his limbs.
It was also as red as his father’s hair. As red as his own hair had been.
Seeing the red of his own blood evoked a strange flurry of emotions that he had no desire to detangle. As long as he kept ahold of his rage he could keep going.
Unless he dies of blood loss before he can achieve his goal, of course.
Which is why, when you walk up calling him a wet cat and offer your hand, he accepts it.
Your apartment isn’t far, but with Dabi’s injuries it takes four times as long as it should have. Blood droplets litter the ground, pooled in the spots his gate paused.
You sit him down on the closed toilet lid, bandaging his arms and torso with practiced ease. You’re not acting how he expected. Dabi is used to people being afraid of him. He knows that the grotesqueness of his stolen skin is the first thing people notice about him. He knows that people don’t want to be around him. Even the other small-time villains he runs into recoil when they get close. Dabi, after one-too-many encounters marred by his skin, stopped letting anyone get close to him.
He hadn’t been emotionally close to another since he was a child, but now he avoided physical proximity too. He had been lonely since he died, the emptiness only getting worse as he got older.
Which is why when you touched him with your gentle, healing hands, he would have cried had his tear ducts not been fused shut by his own flames.
He takes a moment to slow his racing heart before asking you the question that had been bubbling in his head since you first spoke to him.
“Couldn’t you compare me to anything else?”
At his question, you pause before looking him dead in the eyes for the first time since you extended your hand to the stranger.
“Nope!” you sang, before closing the medicine cabinet and walking through the bathroom doorway, leaving the mildly offended villain staring at your back.
Written by @/CaptainsBaby on Tumblr in 2024 <3
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note~ this is set when mikey is 18 and the leader of kanto manji. please dont put too much thought into the plot lmao i just wanted to write about mikey going crazy. im gonna cross post this on ao3 (@/Ace_Bitch)
cw/tw~ reader is refered to as being a girl several times, afab reader, reader is called 'bitch,' reader gets kidnapped, heavily implied noncon against reader, a kid throws up(not graphic and off screen), bad guy gets the noodles beat out of him and so does reader, mikey kinda goes feral and issues a mass murder order
wc~ 1.3k
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this is dark content! read the warnings! if any of the warnings make uncomfortable do not read!
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After having been a part of Manjiro Sano’s life for years at this point, the higher ups of Kanto Manji know a thing or two about what pisses him off. One of those things being when you don't show up to meetups with him, apparently.
When you no-showed him today, for the first time ever, it upset Mikey. Enough that his entire gang of fight-loving young men has been on edge since he came back from the small hole in the wall cafe that you had been having lunch together at for years.
If it were under different circumstances, the first thing Sanzu would have done after walking into Kanto Manji’s base would be to laugh at all of the pinched, concerned faces he saw.
Today, however, he isn’t in the mood because while he was out looking for someone to make his day more interesting (read; someone to beat up) a scrawny little errand boy from a troublesome opposing gang approached him. That little boy was asking for Sanzu’s king.
The invincible Mikey.
Normally, Sanzu would have beat him up, and that was actually his plan until the boy stuttered out something that made his blood boil.
The boss of this opposing gang had you. The single most important thing to mikey.
And, naturally, what's important to mikey is important to his number two, so Sanzu picked the kid up by the scruff of his neck and swiftly carried him to his king.
It was clear to everyone that Mikey was pissed off, but when that errand boy shoved out a USB flash drive while talking about a message from his boss about ‘the girl,’ everyone was suddenly silent.
Mikey made eye contact with Kokonoi, having a short silent conversation that made the second man grab his laptop out of his satchel and walk over to the young leader.
Kokonoi grabbed the USB off the floor and plugged it into his computer. He knew that this could be some sort of trap, but he also knew Mikey was mad.
Furious.
So he better not keep mikey waiting.
As soon as the usb had been fully plugged in a video popped up and Kokonoi looked to Mikey for confirmation that he should press play.
He got the approval in the form of a small and tense nod and pressed play.
The video took a second to load, eventually showing exactly what Mikey had dreaded.
You. And you were crying and pleading for mercy.
Your head was only being held up by a hand in your hair. Your right eye was already swollen shut, a gash on your forehead bleeding into your remaining eye. Your lips were split and your white school shirt was stained with what he assumed to be your blood and your tears.
Speaking of your shirt, the top two buttons had been broken open and your chest was showing.
The boss then walked into frame holding a knife with bloody hands.
His voice cut through the tense silence of Kanto Manji’s base.
“Ya'know, I honestly thought it would be harder to kidnap someone so precious to the great invincible Mikey.”
The hand in your hair dropped your head, letting gravity pull your entire upper body down to the dirt floor.
“I also thought that you, of all people, would have taught her not to go with strangers, but I guess it is to be expected that when my guys dropped your name she would go with them oh-so willingly.”
The boss turns to you and calls for two of his men to hold you up so he could 'have some more fun’ with you.
You are lifted to your feet by your arms courtesy of two lackeys. The boss approaches from your side as to not come between you and the camera. He wants the great mikey to see everything he does.
He brings the large hunting knife in his hand to the front of your skirt before dragging it up your stomach to the highest remaining button on your shirt.
He cuts the button off, letting your shirt pop open.
He turns to the camera, looking at mikey though the screen, as if to have a conversation.
“Hey, Mikey, I wonder, have you touched this pretty pussy yet?”
He laughs, then continues. “Well, I guess I'll find out soon, huh?”
Mikey, at this point, is ready to ring this guy’s neck with his own bare hands.
“Let’s make this a game, great mikey. If you can find us before my patience runs out, then you can save what's left of this bitch’s innocence. If not, oh well. Sucks for you and her. Good luck.”
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It took Kokonoi not even ten minutes to find the exact location that the video was filmed in.
An old warehouse on the east side of the neighboring city, in the heart of the opposing gang’s small territory.
It should have taken nearly an hour to get there by bike, but due to Mikey’s impatience (and everyone else’s) it took not even half an hour.
Only a few of the non-higher-ups of Kanto Manji have ever gotten the pleasure of meeting you. Mikey has always been protective of you. You insisted you could handle the four block walk from your apartment to the cafe. And he believed you.
And now, you're being held hostage and tortured.
When the warehouse finally came into view, it was about an hour after the errand boy had been unceremoniously dragged into the base. One entire hour.
And for the first time in so long, Mikey was truly scared. He was scared of losing you. the only one he had left.
Upon reaching the large double doors that stood between Mikey and his girl, they noticed another little boy next to a small pool of vomit.
When the boy spotted the young men, he froze, and just pointed to the doors, whimpering something about 'she’s in there’ and spewing out a string of apologies.
Mikey led the way through the doors before anyone could voice their concerns about an ambush.
The first thing he saw was the boss of this opposing gang, standing with his hands in his pockets, back facing the doors. on the floor at his feet was you.
Mikey's precious girl.
And you were crying.
The second thing he saw was the four dozen men standing, waiting for orders to attack.
That was never going to be enough to take down Mikey, but now that he’s furious? it’s almost like it’s supposed to be a joke.
The boss finally turns his attention to Mikey, and upon closer inspection, is holding a piece of fabric.
“Hey hey, the great mikey’s here, finally,” he mockingly laughs out.
Noticing that the fabric caught Mikey's attention, the man holds the scrap up, revealing it to be a pair of panties. That are now spattered with blood.
“Oh these? yeah, they-” he doesn’t even get to finish his sentence.
Mikey then gives the go ahead to his men before continuing to kick the man now at his feet.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Until the man is lying in a puddle of his own blood and Mikey hears a whimper of his name.
From you. Oh, god. You.
Your shirt is barely hanging onto your arms and your skirt is halfway flipped up.
As Mikey walks to you he looks over your body, inspecting you.
Physically, you’re in one piece. Bruised and bloodied, but still alive.
Mikey takes off his gang jacket and crouches at your side, gently placing his hand on your less bruised cheek.
He wraps his jacket around you before gingerly picking you up and carrying you towards the exit.
As he reaches the doors, he turns his head back to give an order.
he sucks hickeys in places that he knows other people will see.
↳baji, smiley, mikey, hanma
he gets you a necklace of their first name.
↳hanma, kisaki, koko, haitani brothers
he gives you an anklet or bracelet that has their initials as charms.
↳draken, angry, chifuyu, mikey
inspired by The Less I Know The Better by Tame Impala
note~ this is quite short but made my subby ass very very happy! also reader is gender neutral and plays the electric guitar at a club ran and/or bonten owns
cw~ collaring, implied pet play, dom!ran and sub!reader, use of pet-names 'baby' and 'pet,' implied smut, ran is down bad <3
closing your eyes as you bob your head to the beat of the drummer, you sink into your final song of the night. with a small smile adorning your face, your fingers swiftly move back and fourth across the frets of your old electric guitar.
many eyes are on focused on the handsome lead singer of your band, but one man's eyes have been focused on you for nearly the entirety of the night.
or, more accurately, the brand-new collar that sits on your neck and catches the light, making you, somehow, even more captivating.
"ran, are you really gonna' stare at them all night?" a man that resembles an octopus half-grumbles at his older brother. he doesn't get a response though, so he sighs and turns his attention back to the conversation going among bonten's excecutives.
when the song ends, the vocalist thanks the occupants of the bar and walks off the small stage, following his band members. ran takes this as his sign to get up and make his way backstage.
when he gets to your dressing room, the one that he had specially furnished specifically for you, he knocks once on the door before swinging it open. he is met with his favorite sight.
you. on your knees. waiting for him.
he smiles, quickly entering and closing the door behind him, and makes his way to you.
"you looked so pretty on stage today, baby. especially with my name around your neck" he whispers as he crouches to touch and pull at the metal tag engraved with his name that sits on your thick, black collar.
the collar that announces you as his precious pet.
leaning forward, he gently presses your lips to his and speaks, "i couldn't keep my eyes off you, baby."
"now, lets go home so i can admire that pretty lil' collar of yours more, yeah?"
