It’s been quite a while since the two of them took a bath together like this. It’s usually just Setsuka that runs off to get freshen up on a daily basis as her boyfriend wouldn’t like the idea of his staples starting to rust due to the water. It’s completely understandable because the simple thought of Dabi replacing his staples often after washing himself up left her feeling rather squeamish, honestly. Today is the day that the two of them will enjoy their time together relaxing in a bath tub while she gives him a thorough washing down. Hopefully, there won’t be another case of them getting carried away in their heat for each other...
Now let’s see here, she has shampoo, conditioner, body wash, bath sponges, towels, and fresh change of clothes and undergarments all packed up in the bag. Looks like they’re all ready to go~ Swinging over her shoulder, she makes her way over to her boyfriend’s side and gently kisses his cheek to get his attention. Once she acquired it, Setsuka smiles at him affectionately and takes ahold of his hand.
“Ready to go the bathhouse, baby? It’s time for you to get a proper wash down by yours truly.” She giggled.
❝A rebellious runaway, huh?❞ A miffed frown curls the blond’s lips as he scratches his head in bewilderment, golden-brown eyes trained on his phone that displays an email his agent had sent him several days ago about a role he is set to play soon. It’s not the type of part he usually takes but he already knows what he signed up for the second he told the agency he wants something just a little outside of his comfort zone— something that can help him prove his talent goes beyond playing the part of some romcom’s charismatic love interest or a cocky winged superhero. He could definitely do so much more!
But maybe he’s going overboard with this one. The script sounds too dark and perhaps a little too controversial.
Or maybe he just needs the right mindset.
As though on cue, Keigo puts a pause to his steps when he finds a lone figure lounging by himself in the grimy alleyway nearby. Judging from all the intricate tattoos marked all over the guy’s skin and the fact that he’s hanging around in an alley in the dead of the night like that doesn’t scream ‘bad news’ enough, Keigo realizes this cryptic stranger is exactly what he needs. He doesn’t waste another second making a beeline for the other male.
❝Hi there, stranger! Mind if I pick your brain a little?❞
work studies were an important piece of being a student at UA. it allowed them to get real life hero experience before graduating and being let out on their own. kigata was just a first year students but the teachers were allowing them to take up work studies if they were accepted. class 1-A and class 1-B had been through quite a bit in their first semester which only provided them more and more experience.
she sat quietly in the lobby of an agency, legging shaking with nerves. if she could potentially get accepted to a work study - especially for this hero - then she could get ahead of the game and get some real hero training. the sound of the receptionist telling her it was her turn, kigata stood and moved into the main office nervously. “ um, hello? ”
Hawks had been fighting this brawler for ten minutes. It was unacceptable. Where was his fucking backup?! His sidekicks?!
Whatever this towering bastard had for a Quirk, it either had something to do with his fists or his skin. His feathers were razor-sharp, but he couldn't take this guy down without killing him by himself!
So he'd flown around and around, doing his damnest to stay out of the villain's reach because if he got a hold of him it would be over. No matter how many times or where he cut him, the brawler only seemed to get even more pissed off.
Sweat dripped down his brow, soaking into his hair. It'd been a while since he'd eaten, too. He was running low on energy and he dodged a flying car.
This was where his mistake came. Landing on a telephone pole, his eyes widened as the brawler rushed the pole, and he wasn't able to fly back up before it was yanked from the pavement.
Promptly slamming into his side and sending him hurtling towards the asphalt
A scream ripped out of his throat as his body connected to the ground. Yup. Those were definitely some broken ribs.
Shitshitshit
As he was struggling to get up, he yelped as his wing was grabbed and he was spun around a few times before tossed into the adjacent building. This was exactly what he had been trying to avoid!
He was yanked by the hair, his headset clattering behind him as he was hoisted into the air. With enough wits about him still, he used his struggling as a way to gather momentum to clock the brawler square in the chin. The clack of teeth was satisfying, but it otherwise had no effect. What the fuck was this guy made out of?!
Latching onto his ankle, he was tossed so hard into the pavement he bounced. that caused his goggles to crack and cut him across the nose, but they didn’t break. From there he was flown into another building and then was bull-rushed, a meaty hand clamping around his neck. Yeah, he was sure those were going to leave bruise marks, and not the fun kind. He was even being shoved so hard into the brick behind him he felt it breaking behind his wings.
As black was creeping into his vision, there was an attack from one of his sidekicks that had him released, landing on the ground gasping and heaving for breath.
With their help, they were able to take down the brawler, but Hawks’ sides, arm, and head were throbbing with pain. Not to mention he was limping. With the brawler in shackles, his sidekicks tried to convince him to stay until the police arrived, but he knew it was a trap. An ambulance usually came with the police, which meant he would be forced to be checked out. Force to go to the hospital. He didn’t want that, so he feigned he was fine before shooting into the air.
He didn’t get very far.
A block of hopping and gliding across the rooftops, he collapsed from no more energy to spend. Not wanting any helicopters to find him with reporters, he used his skills to unlock the rooftop door and once inside he slumped against the wall.
Tugging out his phone, he was lucky he was able to unlock it with how shaky his hands were, and even still when he tried to get to the maps app. Selecting to send his location, he clicked on the icon for Dabi’s number. Touya’s. They’d had a sassy conversation about the sun that morning so he knew it was correct. Along with his location, he sent two texts
[text] Hotstuff
[text] Need
Before he wasn’t able to function anymore, he put his phone in his pocket. All he could hope for now was Touya not ignoring him. Hoping he’d see it and help him. He didn’t want a hospital...he wanted...
Moving to Japan alongside her uncle Frederick was one of the hardest decisions Deirdre had ever made, yet she never regretted her choice. Thus far, everyone in the city had been so welcoming and kind to her, while Frederick even helped the young woman settle into her own apartment. When she started her job as a waitress at a local cafe, Deirdre had never expected to find so much joy into doing what she did.
It was true that she had to deal with rude and inconsiderate individuals, especially since she was originally from the United States. However, her career also had its perks. She would seize the opportunity to make her customers’ day better, to make them smile. That alone was enough to make her happy. Then one day, he appeared.
For the past two weeks, Dabi would show up at the cafe, yet Deirdre had yet to pinpoint his motives. Perhaps it was a place he had frequented before, and she thought nothing of it at first. However, since the day they first met, he would purposefully act in a way that would grate at her nerves. While she had grown to tolerate and merely laugh at his attempts now, back then, she found it difficult to keep her composure.
Everything about the man screamed trouble, from the way he dressed to how he spoke to her. Deirdre would be lying if she said that she wasn’t interested in getting to know him, yet she got the sneaking suspicion that he was the kind of person who would push people away if they got too close. That drew her in even more, yet she tried to deny the fact that she was starting to like him.
Today was much slower than normal, allowing Deirdre to take a short breather before the next line of customers would appear. When her eyes caught the sight of Dabi, her face lit up as she walked over with a notepad and pen in her hands. “Good morning, Dabi. The usual, I take it?” She greeted, a sweet smile gracing her lips.
"I do, but..." Geez, Setsuka doesn't know what to do with him at times. Can he be even more shameless? Actually, why did she even bother asking this in the first place? This is Dabi; we're talking about here. He has no sense of filter whatsoever. He says whatever he feels like. Honestly, she should have gotten used to this by now, but she still can't help to react to every little thing he says or does. In this case, it definitely shows since she can't help to be flustered at the moment due to how bold and explicit his words are.
Seeing that devilish-like look within his eyes, Setsuka immediately knew that he would not stop until Dabi gets the satisfaction he desires from by embarrassing her. Gazing into his beautiful crystal blue eyes, she couldn't help feel even more flustered than before. She really can't help herself when it comes to him, can she...? The way he was holding her in such a rough manner kindled a sense of need burning within her. It certainly didn't help that his lips are so close touching her ear. Gosh dang this man for being so convincing, but then again, she can't do much against him in the first place.
Glancing away shyly, she murmurs, "...The words you are saying are making my heart race."
" you... sorry, you just got a little something on your face... here, let me get it for you. " /Keigo
SIMPING SOFTNESS PROMPTS.
“D-do I?” Not that she cared that much about her appearance aside from looking decent, but her standards for herself went way up when she knew she’d be around him or even if there was a chance of running into him. So to have something on her face in front of him made her feel embarrassed enough to not notice he was reaching to remove whatever it was until she felt his hand on her cheek for a second.
If she had noticed sooner she may have slightly leaned back out of instinct, but now that he was touching her she just froze up. Her face going from just an embarrassed blush to something a little bit deeper than that. Although the touch was gone sooner than she could really process most of it, so she was sort of out of it for a few seconds before blinking and getting out a quick response. “Thank you-” The next second she could get where he wasn’t looking at her, she’d probably use her own hand to touch where he did, just to savor that feeling for a little bit longer.
