Dabi's perpetual nonchalance in the early seasons is definitely some form of dissociation, whether he is intentionally zoning out since he knows that his emotions makes his quirk harder to manage or its directly a result of the trauma from his childhood and Sekoto Peak aka out of his control and he's just along for the ride idk.
Obsessed with the idea of dancing in the kitchen, smiling softly and singing along to your music, and Dabi watching, pretending like he thinks you’re the most annoying person on the planet, when in reality he’s so in love with you he thinks he might have to rip his heart out his chest.
This is so insane of me but it really drives me up the wall how no one in the MHA universe really has a grasp on what Touya went through like the audience does. And I’m not talking about baby Touya (though that too), I’m talking about teenage Touya whose body was mutilated and taken advantage of by strangers, woke up from his coma, ran home to be with his family just to see that they’d already moved on from him, and then went off to fend for himself on the streets for YEARS. I think that’s really not talked about enough, EIGHT WHOLE YEARS all alone on the streets, while watching his dad have a successful career and his little brother slowly build himself up (obviously shouto wasn’t really living it up at home, but from touya’s perspective it had to have been brutal).
So far Shouto is the only person who knows that Touya DID come home. Everyone else probably sees him as some whiny baby who was BORN evil (I mean, I’ve seen people irl call him that too) and burnt himself up and just immediately decided to cause chaos. But no! HE WANTED TO GO HOME!!!!!!!! And his dad failed him. They’ll never know about what happened after the forest and it makes me so upset. Like that one panel where those civilians called his broadcast annoying 😭 it was funny when I first saw it but like !! LET HIM SPEAK!
I would love to see Shouto tell his family about what Touya told him, because even THEY think Dabi was born in that forest when it’s a lot deeper. He went through so much all by himself.
A person who thinks all the time… has nothing but thoughts 💭
Dabi railing his darling against a wall, pressed as tightly as possible to them. Staples and skin rubbing a sweaty mess into his poor little fucked out darling.
Darling struggling to breathe, stuffed full of his cock and his hand wrapped around their throat while they fight their impending orgasm and the need for air.
Dabi laughing in their face for being such a pathetic little slut, spitting in their open mouth while fucking them so hard into the wall they’ll be bruised for weeks.
Dabi cumming inside his darling and finally letting them breathe, while they come apart on his cock gasping for air, their warm little hole milking him.
Dabi letting them collapse as he tucks himself back into his jeans, admiring the cum dripping out of his darling as they struggle to physically and mentally pull themselves back together.
A friend I haven't heard from for a while reached out to me as soon as she finished watching the current episode of MHA to see if I watched it and if I was okay. I actually haven't. As much as I love the show, I've been reluctant... I stopped reading the manga and left some social media around this point because of the impact it was having on my mental health. I know what happens... I just don't know whether I can handle watching it. My state of mind shouldn't revolve around Dabi, but here we are... 😂
WARNINGS: soft!touya, pet names (little flame), probably ooc touya but i don’t care he deserves this!!!, a lil angsty
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“Dabi!” You hissed, opening your window. “You can’t be here!”
“And yet you still opened the window,” Dabi said, smirking at you. You glanced at the locked door as his feet thudded against the floor.
“If Aizawa-san catches you…” you said, biting your lip.
“He’s not going to catch me,” Dabi scoffed. He tilted your chin up, stepping closer to you, his chest pressing against yours. “You look prettier without all that makeup. But I’m a little upset that I’m not going to be able to ruin it. Mascara running down your cheeks and your cute, little lipstick smudges on my cock.”
“Touya,” you breathed. Your hands gripped his jacket tightly.
“Oh, that sounds so nice on your lips,” he groaned.
You should’ve stopped this years ago, when you first became a pro-hero. Definitely should’ve stopped it when Touya joined the League of Villains. Oh, you should’ve stopped it but you couldn’t. Not when Touya was so soft for you, only ever for you.
“I missed you,” you mumbled, pulling on his jacket. “I was so worried when I saw you on the news.”
His face softened as he leaned down, resting his forehead on yours. Your eyes closed.
“I’m sorry I worried you, little flame,” he murmured, brushing your hair behind your ear. His thumb traced your cheekbone and you leaned into his touch.
There were no promises to see you more or to stop worrying you. You both knew they’d be broken anyway.
“And then you never came to visit me afterwards,” you said, finally opening your eyes. “I didn’t know if you were hurt or- or…” dead. You never knew if he was okay after a fight until he finds you, within hours if you’re lucky, but you seldom were. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
“I know, I should’ve found you sooner,” he said. But I’m here now.
“You’re okay, that’s what matters,” you said.
“I brought you something,” Touya said, pulling away from you. You sat on the edge of your bed as he dug in his pockets. He finally pulled out a necklace, setting it in your hands. “I promise I didn’t steal it. Found it in some abandoned house I was hiding out in. Guess they left it behind.”
You wanted to tell him that that was still stealing, but you knew that was as close to honest Touya could get. The necklace was too beautiful to decline, anyway. It was just a simple silver chain with a few dainty blue gemstones, but the stones were almost exactly the same as his eyes, maybe one or two shades darker.
“I love it, Touya. Put it on for me?” You asked, looking up at him.
“Yeah, of course,” he said. “Come here.”
You handed him the necklace, turning your back to him and moving your hair. His warm fingers tickled the back of your neck as he fiddled with the tiny clasp.
“There,” he said, turning you around. “Looks good.”
“Thank you,” you said. His lips molded against yours gently.
“I missed you, too,” he mumbled. “I tried to come here after the fight but I couldn’t get away from the League until tonight.”
“It’s okay, Touya,” you said.
“I’d be with you every day and every night if I could,” he said. The corners of his lips twitched up. “I’d be your househusband.”
“Oh, really?” You asked, smiling. “Even with a frilly, little apron?”
“The frilliest,” he said. He walked you backwards until the back of your knees hit the edge of your mattress.
“If I were your husband,” he breathed, laying you back on your bed, “I’d treat you right. I’d undress you so slowly, savouring every inch of your skin.”
Touya peeled your shirt off carefully, fingers whispering against your soft stomach. His lips ghosted along your neck as he breathed in your sweet scent. His warm hands caressed down your arms until his fingers intertwined with yours. He kissed along your collarbones, so careful not to leave any marks that could be seen in your hero costume.
“Touya,” you moaned softly as his lips wrapped around your nipple. He released one of your hands, his hand coming up to knead your other breast. His tongue pressed flat against your nipple before his teeth grazed it gently. He pinched and tugged the other one, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Once your nipple was swollen and glistening with his spit, his head moved to the other, treating it with the same care.
Your free hand came up, fingers twisting in dyed black hair.
Your stomach had always been free game for love bites, so Touya took his time leaving constellations upon your skin. Nimble fingers traced the waist of your pajama shorts briefly before he tugged them down. He ignored the growing wet spot on your cotton panties, instead opting to leave more bruises along your inner thighs. He lifted your leg, kissing up to your knee as your ankle rested on his shoulder. He did the same to the other leg before looking back up at you.
“If I was your husband,” he said, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you down until your clothed pussy pressed against the bulge in his jeans, “I’d show you every broken part of myself.”
Touya shrugged his jacket off, letting it fall in a heap on the floor. His shirt followed, revealing more of his jagged, scarred skin. You couldn’t help but to think he was beautiful, not as the faint, pulsing candlelight glinted off the staples that held him together.
Your hands wandered his chest, fingers teasing pierced nipples in a way that had low moans falling from Touya’s lips. Your hands drifted down, palming at the hard cock barely restrained by his pants. Touya grunted before scrambling off the bed and kicking his jeans and briefs to the ground. He was back between your legs in seconds, grinding his cock against soft cotton.
“Fuck,” he hissed as you pulled him into a kiss. You were barely on the bed, clinging to him with his hands lifting your thighs around his hips.
His tongue tasted like coffee and tobacco and something that was just so Touya. He swallowed your moans as he leaned over you until your back was flush against the duvet. He pulled back slightly, hands cupping your face. His eyes were so filled with love, but you could still see the small glimmer of pain behind it. It made your heart ache that you couldn’t make it go away, couldn’t fix him the way he so desperately deserved.
“If I was your husband,” he murmured, kissing you so deeply it made your head spin, “I’d tell you how much you meant to me as you fell apart around my cock.”
He leaned back, tugging your panties off and tossing them into the pile with the rest of your clothes.
“Please,” you whimpered as he ran his cock through your folds. Your clit throbbed as the head of his cock teased it. “Touya, I need you.”
“I know, little flame, I know,” he said, lining his cock up with your weeping hole. You could already feel your juices seeping into the blanket below you.
Your head fell back against your pillow, eyes closed and lips parting to release your moans as he filled you up. Your walls throbbed around him as his cock split you open, tip kissing your cervix and the smooth metal of his piercings dragged against your gummy walls. Your fingernails dragged down his back, avoiding his staples with practiced ease.
“Fuck, you take me so well, little flame,” Touya groaned as he thrusted into you. “Fuck, I lo- I care about you so much.”
You hid the disappointment on your face by bringing him into a kiss. Even after years, he couldn’t bring himself to say it, not even as lost in passion as he was. One day, you’d learn to accept it as it was.
“I know, Touya,” you moaned. “Oh, harder, please!”
He grunted, uncurling one of your legs from his waist and lifted it over his shoulder, fucking into you harder. His hips slapped against your ass, leaving your skin burning from the contact. You hissed as the hands on your thigh and hip burned hotter against your skin.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry,” he moaned. The hand on your hip dropped, wrapping in the duvet beneath you. “I can’t help it!”
“It’s okay, I’m fine, Touya,” you said, grabbing the hand in your duvet. You intertwined your fingers. There was a scorch mark in the blanket and his skin was still a little too warm, but you refused to let him go. “You won’t- ah, fuck, Touya!- won’t hurt me.”
“Never, would never hurt you,” he said, shaking his head.
“Then fucking grab me, Touya,” you moaned. “Wanna see your handprints on my skin.”
“Fuck, okay, okay,” he said. He squeezed your hand before letting it go and grabbing your hip tightly. He squeezed your plush thigh, sharp fingernails and staples biting into your skin.
“Oh, Touya!” You cried, reaching down to rub your swollen clit. “Feels so good! Please, please, wanna cum!”
With the leg wrapped around him, you pulled him closer, forcing his cock deeper in you.
“G’head and fall apart, little flame,” he grunted. “I’m right there with you, fuck.”
“Touya!” You exclaimed, fingernails digging into the unscarred skin on his back. Your vision went spotty as you creamed around his cock. “Fill me up, please!”
“Al-almost,” he moaned. He rubbed your thigh as your hips moved against his, riding out your high on his cock. He dropped your leg off his shoulder, leaning down to kiss you as he painted your walls with his thick seed.
“Ooh,” you moaned lowly as your walls milked him. “You always make me feel so good, Touya.”
His cock fell out of you, followed by a flood of cum. You ignored the sticky feeling of it on your thighs as Touya gently manipulated your boneless body until he had his arms wrapped around you from behind. His face nuzzled into your back.
“I wish I could say it,” he mumbled. “If I was your husband, I’d say it all the time, you’d get sick of it.”
“I would never get sick of hearing you say it,” you said, messing with the staples on the back of his hand. There were a few missing, probably lost in fights or snagged in his clothing.
“You deserve someone who can tell you all the time, can be by your side all the time,” he said.
“I don’t want anyone else, Touya,” you said. It’s you, it’s always been you. You left your words unsaid. He already knew, anyway.
“I wish you did.”
He cleaned you up with a warm washcloth before getting dressed. You felt like he’d just arrived and already he was leaving.
“Be careful,” you said, standing behind him in just your oversized t-shirt as he opened your window.
“You know I can’t promise that, little flame,” he said. “I’ll miss you. Miss you already.”
You smiled at him sadly. “Me, too.”
“I lo-“ His words were lost on his tongue.
“I know, Touya. I do, too,” you said, smiling at him. He slipped out of your window, gone like the wind.
You sighed as you went to close it before Touya popped his head back in.
“Can I hear it? Just once,” he asked. “Please.”
You kneeled in front of your window, cupping his scarred cheeks. Your thumbs traced the scars under his eyes.
“I love you, Touya,” you said, quietly. “You know I do.”
No because anything that says Dabi is a cheater/unloyal is such a fucking lie. Think about it, his family abused and betrayed and nearly forgot about him and he still spent his whole life clawing his way back (twice) just to show them how much it hurt. And guess what? He still called Endeavor “dad.” If you think he doesn’t have sense of family, of what things should be like, of what it means to come home… I don’t know what to say to you, really.
If anything, when he finds the one, Dabi mates for life.
