Four. Four soulmates. Oh Kamisama no! - Reader x ShiggyOverDabiHawks 18
💞Chapter 18: Period Comfort
He had been hunting for you since the moment you were stolen from him.
His mate.
His huntress.
His starlight.
The only woman a God would abandon his Godhood for.
He'd become a mortal man for you.
His little dove.
Time passed.
He could hardly recall how many days had passed since that night.
He remembered sending his companions and most trusted followers to search for you across the dark, violent seas. Every corner of the globe, through ancient and unknown lands, far from the east, north, west, and south. Forests and patches of green, mountains covered in snow, which he'd never seen, only knew from your description of the cold, white, beautiful ice crystals, and over the oceans.
He's only slept and eaten enough to stop himself from collapsing in exhaustion, starving off the madness and darker emotions threatening to overrun the god's mind. If it wasn't for his duties keeping him busy, Hawks knew he would have simply vanished, flown off, searching for you himself, no matter how far and wide.
He had to save his strength and magic for the battle ahead.
Hawks had to face himself, his innermost, darker self, in the mirror every day. Dark and heated whispers, mocking him for being weak. Allowing a half-human, half-goddess to tear her hands into his chest and steal his heart. His so-called "Beloved mate." The stress, emptiness, and loneliness were eating him alive. Seeping deep into the marrow of his bones, destroying the ancient god, turning him into a cold-blooded and uncaring being. Hells and heavens bent on destroying anything and everything within the world and realms until he got you back.
Days, weeks, months passed.
His companions and followers searched.
Hunting for you.
Hawks tilted his head back. Was this the loneliness you'd often spoken of? During your earliest memories of your childhood? Everyone around you disappearing? Dying? Leaving or abandoning you for someone more like them? Someone mortal? A flickering of hope for companionship and courtship that would grow old with them? Names only whispered and carried on the wind, lost within the sands of time and past into the realm of dreams, forgotten and into the eternal darkness.
I will bring you home, my dove. Hawks thought. I meant it. You will become my wife. My bride. His golden, honey eyes flickered and glistened with unshed tears. This bond. His mouth tightened in anger. This love we share won't be so easily broken.
Keigo awoken with a start, tears falling free from his sleep haze filled vision. His heart clenched painfully tight within his chest; he felt as if he couldn't breathe properly until he knew you were safe. Home. Alive. Within his reach. Dove. He thought, lips shut tight as he bit back a whinnying whimper. Ever since that night he's instincts had awakened, he's had dreams of you. No, that wasn't quite right. Memories. Memories of another life. The fates and gods intertwining your souls, a match between him, a winged Egyptian God and you... a demi goddess, a halfling, half mortal and half goddess. His dove. His huntress. A foreign goddess. Completing the cruel trials to become a true goddess.
Every night would be the same.
His other self, loving you, searching frantically for you.
His beloved mate.
Keigo sat upright, holding his aching head. His body covered in sweat, naked, and his legs tangled in the sheets after having kicked off the blanket in the middle of the night. Red feather pulsating and vibrating, threatening to open the door and check on you as you slept. And what made matters worse was that last night you had come home, reeking of blood. It set his most carnal and animalistic instincts into a near frenzy. He stopped himself from rushing forward and snatching you out of Dabi's arms. Then he caught the scent of alcohol and another man's scent on your clothes, mingling with Dabi's. Keigo sat red. His hands clenched into white knuckled fists as he fought to control his temper.
First Overhaul.
Then Shigaraki.
And now, Dabi?
It drove Keigo mad.
He remembered what you wore vividly. A simple cloak, foreign weapons, and clothes covering your body as you wore leather britches, boots, and an old amulet he'd given to you as a gift. A golden hawk with rubies embedded in the metal, blessed by Khonsu himself, who owed him a favor. "It's becoming harder and harder to hold myself back." Keigo groaned pitifully, sighing as he pushed aside the soaked sheets and stood slowly to his feet, the carpet floor tickling his sensitive skin. His wing twitched, and crimson red feathers circled around the room as if they had a mind of their own, seeking a way out. The Hero was overwhelmed, his nerves overloaded, and his mind frazzled as he furiously scratched his hands through his golden, unruly locks.
He smelt it again.
The iron and metallic scent caused his body to tense and become wound tight.
He'd been around enough women in his life to know when they were on their periods, but this was the first time the scent and change in your pheromones, hormones, and scent rocked him to the very core of his being.
Flashes of last night came back to the forefront of his mind.
Dabi kicks the back door of your house until Shigaraki lets him in. The black-haired pyromaniac rushed inside, carrying you in his arms, panting as you clutched onto him and his jacket in pain. Burying your face into his chest as silent tears fall down your face. Your body shook, gritting your teeth as the scent of your pain, embarrassment, and blood washed over him. "Goddamn...." Dabi panted, his body sagging against the threshold of the back door. "Wh-" He gulped down mouthfuls of hair, black smoke rising from his sweat-covered skin. "Why'd you not carry any period products in your purse, if you knew your cycle was close?"
You groan loudly, hissing and releasing a choked sob. "It came a week early, dumbass."
Hawks knew you would be angry, but he rushed forward, gentle and quickly tugging you into his arms, which Dabi didn't complain about. "It's okay," he whispered softly, his hold on you tightening. He wanted to cover you in his feathers. "I've got you, dove."
You were still upset at the winged hero but accepted his offer of help and comfort. "Thanks."
Hawks made his way towards the hallway bathroom and set you down gently onto the toilet seat. "Here, I'll run you a bath." He began rummaging through the cabinet underneath the sink, finding bath salts, bath bombs, and bubble bath. "Let's see Lavender and Chamomile for nerves," he muttered to himself out loud, pulling out the liquid bubble bath and pouring it into the bath. "Eucalyptus for aches and pains," he added a cup full of bath salts and then a blue bath bomb. "A bath bomb for fun." He chuckles to himself. Rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, dipping a hand into the warm, soapy bath water, and rotating his right arm in a clockwise, stirring motion.
You watched, holding your middle. "You didn't really have to do this, Hawks." You whispered softly, a faint and pitiful sound that made his heart clench and squeeze painfully within his chest.
He didn't have the heart to correct you. Not now. Not when you needed all the pampering, love, and care during your time of the month. "Are you all stocked up on supplies?" Keigo asked, choosing to change the subject.
You lean over and gently yank open your period drawer and stash. "Ah, shit." You cursed and sighed in exasperation, raising a hand to rub your aching forehead. "I'm about out of everything."
Keigo turned off the faucet, stood to his feet, reached for a hand towel on the drying rack, and used it. "Overhaul is at the store. Let me call him and -"
"What?" You blushed. "No. It's fine, I can go-" another wave of terrible cramps hit, this time it was your lower back. "Ouch."
Keigo glanced over his shoulder at you, frowning. "Let us handle it." He really wanted to say, 'Let me handle it, ' but he couldn't, so he didn't. The winged man walked calmly past you and out of the bathroom, adding. "Go ahead. Get undressed and hop in." Pulling out his phone, which rang three times before Overhaul picked up.
"What is it?" Overhaul asked calmly and causal on the phone.
"Y/n is out of period supplies," Keigo informed him.
The masked man on the other line blinked. "She's out of everything?" He placed the loaf of bread into the shopping cart. "Are you certain?"
"Yeah, she checked," Keigo replied, leaning back against the door of your bathroom. His nerves still overloaded and overwhelmed, trying to calm down his racing heartrate.
"Alright." Overhaul turned the car around and headed in the direction of all the period and feminine products. "What exactly does she need?" His golden eyes scanned and skimmed over every single unfamiliar brand, product, and item lining the shelves. "Pads? Tampons? Light? Heavy? Diva cup?" His thin brow rose at the last one. How does that go in? He picked the box up, flipped over the back, read it, blinked, grimaced, and put it back. That sounds messier and more of a hassle to clean up after.
Damn, Keigo forgot to ask what exactly you needed. He didn't really want to bother you. Biting his lower lip, he snuck down the hall and into the living room where Dabi was sitting on the couch, wearing a bag of frozen peas and carrots around the back of his neck. "Hey Dabi. Did you happen to see what kind of period products or brand Y/n uses?"
Dabi rotated his neck, moving the frozen veggies onto the other side of his neck, and cracked open an eye. "The fuck would I know? Ask her."
Shigaraki came out of your room with a handful of clothes lying over his forearm. "Don't women crave chocolate and other junk?"
"We will have to change up tonight's menu to include meat to help replace the iron and minerals she's lacking." Overhaul said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Meats, vegetables, and fruits." He pulled his phone away from his ear to pull up Google for suggestions. "Food with magnesium helps with bloating and relax muscles," he hums in thought, "So steak and bananas? Maybe broccoli?" He continues to read, muttering to himself as he taps his foot. "Omega-3s, vitamin b, calcium, and fiber." He inwardly sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm going to need more hands." The brunette concluded.
"Who?" Hawks replied, taking the phone away from his ear and putting the crow on speaker.
"I said I will need more hands." Overhaul repeated, tone serious. "I need all four of you here to help me carry everything since we don't have a car or license."
"We aren't your pack mules." Dabi rolls his eyes, glaring.
"Don't be an ungrateful brat." The yakuza clicked his tongue, ignoring the looks of strangers eyeing him as they walked past. "If she has any boxes lying around, take pictures and send them to me. Now, hurry up."
The crime boss hung up.
Keigo sighed. "You heard him."
Shigaraki and Dabi grumbled. They stood, putting on their hoodies and shoes, sluggishly heading towards the front door.
After informing you that all four men were leaving on a period supply run, they came back grumbling and bickering twenty minutes later.
You strolled out of the bathroom, freshly bathed, drying your hair, and dressed after rinsing yourself off in the shower, and managed to find one pad in the very back of your period supply drawer. "Thank you, guys, you really didn't have to." You grimaced and winced through the pain. "I'm sorry, Chisaki, that you had to go out of your way."
"It's fine." The mob boss nodded his head. "It's natural and something that cannot be helped." He set everything down on top of the kitchen table: Dabi, Hawks, and Shigaraki, adding to the pile. "Unless you were on birth control?"
"No." You shook your head. "I don't feel... comfortable shoving anything up there." You admitted, blushing and fiddling with your hands. Your gaze fell downward to glance at the different off-brand and brand-name period products, pads, thin pads, overnight pads, disposable period underwear, tampons, heating pad, chocolate, ice cream, muffins, vegetables, fish, and meat. You honestly couldn't believe what you were seeing. All four of them went to the store. Together. Buying food and period products for you. Including your favorite snacks.
Keigo wanted to scoop you into his arms, snuggle into you, offering you his warmth, support, and body heat, hand feed you chocolate, ice cream, or whatever you wanted as you sat in his lap. Coo and purr softly into your ear. He didn't. "Come, please, sit down and rest." He gently curled one of his giant red wings around you, herding you in the direction of the couch where your favorite blanket, plushies of them, heating pad, snacks, midol, and drinks sat on the coffee table.
The shaky smile tugging on your lips as you burst into more tears, causing his hold to tighten a tad. "Thank you." You muttered, sniffing and wiping away tears.
Overhaul dragged both Hawks and Shigaraki into the kitchen to help him cook a miniature feast.
After you nibbled on some chocolate, took your pain reliever, and drank some pineapple coconut water, you passed out on the couch, curled up in your blanket, and your head was lying in Dabi's lap. The patchwork man sat beside you, rubbing your aching lower back with his hand, heating his fingers and palm without burning you, switching between massaging gently and rotating in small circles. Dabi never would have thought he could be comforting anyone like this, aside from his mother when she was pregnant, or her own cycle had come. He hated the flutter of butterflies churning and tickling his stomach. He was supposed to be the world's fearful villain, not your personal heating pad. The flame users' cheeks heated.
The smell of cooking from the kitchen made his stomach growl and his mouth water.
Butter and garlic salmon fillets, breaded cubed steak with brown and mushroom gravy, a light chilled yogurt fruit salad, broccoli and cheese with a side of white rice were spread on the kitchen table, the portions already served by the time the yakuza boss called everyone.
Dabi paused his ministration to lightly shake you awake. "Hey, wake up."
You mumble something in your sleep and nuzzle his upper thigh like a cat, wrapping an arm around his leg and tightening your grip.
His cheeks burned hotter, a pinkish hue adoring his healthy and scarred purple skin. "C'mon, pri-" He paused, mentally cursing. "Doll, wake up." He clicked his tongue, shaking you slightly harder, his heartbeat quickening within his chest, betraying him. Dammit, he almost called you that weird nickname again.
You continued to sleep, snoring softly.
Dabi had half a mind to shove you off the couch when Shigaraki came strolling over, chuckling softly.
"Stuck?" The pale blue-haired gamer knelt down, inching closer to you and Dabi, unwrapping you from the annoyed and embarrassed black-haired villain, and helped you sit upright, being mindful of not touching your clothes, pinkies raised out of habit. "Wake up." He lightly pats your cheek. "It's time to eat," he murmurs softly, brushing strands of your hair out of your face and behind your ear.
You groan, blinking and opening your eyes, sleepily meeting Shigaraki's blood red crimsons. Giving the decay villain a breathtaking, cute, sleepy smile. "Mornin'"
Shigaraki's scarred lips twitched, threatening to crack into his own soft hint of a smile. "Good morning," he whispered back, blushing and leaning back, slowly releasing you. "Dinner is ready." He awkwardly cleared his throat.
You yawn and stretch, standing and dragging your blanket with you into the kitchen, and sit down in your favorite chair.
No one said anything.
All four men remained civil. Picking up on certain cues and ticks, signs of discomfort, if you didn't outwardly express it aside from the small, pained hissing intake of breath or muttered, "Ow." A slight muffled curse here and there. When you were becoming cold or suddenly experienced hot flashes. Or nodding off, nearly falling asleep at the dining table. It took longer to finish your sample plate, but you had eaten everything and devoured dessert like a starving little chocolate gremlin.
Dabi was stuck cleaning dishes.
Hawks snuck beside you, picked you up, and put you to bed. When he caught Dabi's scent in your room and Shigaraki's in your bed, it made him jealous, and his grip tightened around you as he set you down gently. He wanted nothing more than to curl up beside you and pull you into his chest. This time, he did. The winged hero took off his hoodie and crawled into bed, you near the wall, and him lying in the middle, one wing tugged behind him and the other covering you like a blanket. Cocooning you, keeping you warm, and the instinct to hold you closer should any of the other three try to steal you away while he sleeps.
The blonde knew it was improper. It never really stopped him before. The others had already broken the rules and social norms, so why shouldn't he? Here, he wasn't a hero. He wasn't a caged bird or an animal on a tight leash. He couldn't leave this world, but it was a small price to pay for finally gaining some messed-up form of freedom. Rediscover himself. Become someone other than Hawks, The Hero. Become Keigo, a person he hadn't allowed himself to be in a very long time. Allow himself to feel. Someone actually needed. Not acting clueless about being used and waiting to be broken and thrown away.
Hawks simply became Keigo Takami, at long last.
A man who wanted to love and be loved in return.
Just for tonight, he thought to himself. He'd let you get angry at him in the morning. Curse him, kick him out of bed, if you wanted to. His heartbeat fluttered and filled with warmth; his wings caressed your skin lazily, in loving and tender strokes. The moment his red, sensitive feather touched your skin, his body responded instantly in kind; shivers crawled down the top of his head to the base of his spine. He commanded stray feathers near all four corners of your bedroom, window, and door, should an intruder try to break in.
"Goodnight, dove," Keigo whispered quietly, placing a loving and tender kiss on your forehead, nuzzling and guiding your head closer into his chest, tangling your legs with his own. You felt perfect. Like home. Warm and soft. A rumbling purr left his chest as he listened to your even breathing and light, cute snoring. "Sweet dreams."
Keigo guided a feather to lock your bedroom door before he finally fell asleep.
Songs listened to while writing: Twisted Hearts by Tasuku Hantanaka (Moriarty The Patriot OP 2), 「UNDER and OVER」 by THE ORAL CIGARETTES (Yakuza Fiance Op)
Happy 1st of the New Year! What more can you want that period comfort from all four of our MHA men? More care. More spoiling and our men inwardly panicking but being attentive in their own way.
Truly, Attuma didn't know what possessed him to lift his head and open his tired eyes. Rule one of taking the subway was to mind your business after all. But he felt...something. He didn't know what it was until his gaze shifted to the right and narrowed in on the woman across from him, suddenly turning her head so he wouldn't suspect her staring.
His tanned cheeks flushed as he realized what she was doing rather quickly. Well, sleep was now the last thing on his mind as he gazed at the woman trying her hardest to avoid his eyes.
Attuma found himself rather fascinated with his admirer. Did she recognize him from somewhere? Maybe she saw him often on the train. Maybe she frequently visited some places he enjoyed; the coffee shop, library, the gym. His thoughts crowded his mind as he continued to stare at her.
Suddenly, he was wondering what she liked to eat, what her favorite color was, and how he liked her coffee. It was only when he had the sweet envision of her plush lips against hers that he realized how delusional he must've seemed.
Cringing at himself and his thoughts, he shook them away and averted his eyes from her, opting to look down into his lap instead.
Little did he know, while his gaze on her had ended, hers on him had resumed. Okoye wanted to know his name, how old he was, what he did for a living. She wanted to ask his ethnicity and how his childhood had treated him. She wanted to know his hobbies and what thoughts occupied his mind.
The page in her book had been long forgotten as she continued to gaze at the make of a man. Then, she found herself wanting to run her hands through his wavy locks of hair and tug them back with just enough force to make him whine.
Okoye's face noticeably screwed up at the intrusive and suggestive thought about the stranger. She scolded herself as she open up the stiff pages and focused her eyes on the passage she lost herself in.
It was a cold war between the two. A tense game of who would make the first move. Time passed and they both had knowingly missed their stops but sneaky glances and blushing smiles were obviously more priority than getting home.
By now, everyone on the train had dispersed and left. Okoye and Attuma stayed for the sake of building up the courage to know each other.
A gruff clearing of his throat, cause her head to snap up only to be met with him staring at her already. She spared him a small smile and a wave which he returned.
"Hey.." Attuma started, noting the way she seemed to melt at the reveal of his voice. "I'm Attuma."
Okoye smiled, her nervousness revealed in the fidgeting of her hands and fingers. "Okoye"
So I'm writing something for my Adaar, who canonically ends up with Dorian. But headcanon ends up with Bull AND Dorian. Which I'm so pumped to write for, because it's a fluff, meet the family thing. But also the main "conflict" is without impact unless you know my Adaar's past. Curse my ability to do one shots and picture moments, but never to do a full-length story in completion (which is the opposite to the problem I used to have, writing Too Long of a story). If I get time tho and ultimately even if I don't, I'm going to have to at least type up a summary of his background. So there is a point of reference of Why there is conflict even before meeting Adaar's parents (hint Bull is the problem, not Dorian).
Four. Four soulmates. Oh Kamisama no! - Reader x ShiggyOverDabiHawks 16
💞Part 16: Lost
The two remaining Villains, clearly guilty and panicking Hero, remained behind as they watched Overhaul calmly chase after you.
Dabi is eating his breakfast without a care. Trying to enjoy his meal and ignore all the information you had just dumped onto the floor and left without further explanation. He'd never told anyone about his past, the coma, trying to go home and his heart and mind finally cracking and spiraling into his revenge scheme. His grip tightened on his fork, stabbing the fluffy, warm, and cheesy eggs, which made his mouth water. Damn, there goes his ace in the hole. He thought bitterly. Then again, you hadn't exactly said who this father was. You had said you hated All For One and Endeavor. It wouldn't take long to figure it would, if he knew his other three companions.
The sound of cabinets slamming brought Dabi out of his head. His gaze shifted to the Hero pulling out a white reusable Chinese takeout container you'd kept in the bottom drawer with the rest of your Tupperware. Hawks shoved forkfuls or a sample of everything he could fit into that container as he shoved a biscuit into his mouth, or what he could as he twirled on his feet and rushed in the direction of the door. "The hell are you goin', speedy?" Dabi chuckled, amused by the usual cool and air-headed acting Number Two Hero running like a chicken with his head cut off.
"Out," Hawks mumbled between mouthfuls, tugging on his thick bombers jacket.
Shigaraki carefully made his plate as he chuckled, knowing and mocking. "No, you're worried about her." He turned his head to observe the comical spectacle of the red-winged hero hopping from one foot to the other, cursing up a storm as he fought to slip on his boots and furiously tie the laces.
"Does it matter?" Hawks huffed, worried, and guilty, twisting harder and tighter within his gut. He didn't want to leave things as they were.
"I'm serious, lovebird." Dabi cut in. "The way she looked, if you confront her right now after that outburst, you will get a black eye and a bitch slap." He dug into his pancakes, chewing and licking the syrup off his mismatched lip as Hawks left out the door without another word or glancing back. "Well, can't say I didn't warn him." He mumbled out loud to himself, giving a casual and uncaring shrug of his shoulders.
Shigaraki and Dabi kept to themselves.
Dabi eating in the kitchen, and Shigaraki was eating at your computer desk, reading something as he scrolled, and the occasional click of the mouse filled the silence. The blue-haired man was lost in the digital world as he ate slowly and carefully without making a mess.
Neither wanted to bring up the obvious questions.
Your dislike, no... Deep-seated hatred for All For One and Endeavor.
You knew the dark, corrupt illusion of peace.
The dirty dealings, the cold, hard truth that not all heroes were heroic.
Pride, greed, power hungry, jealousy, madness, and one man's obsession with someone could plunge them and their loved ones into chaos and borderline insanity.
Maybe we do have something in common. Dabi thought as he set his dirty dishes into the sink for Shigaraki to clean.
Hours passed before you, Overhaul, and Hawks came back.
You didn't acknowledge Hawks. Choosing to ignore him and his apology and gift. The smell of freshly baked goods wafted into the air, and various pastries, cookies, donuts, and cakes were stuffed into three large boxes.
It was entertaining, at least. Watching the big red feathered pigeon openly pout and sulk, his wings drooping and sagging to the floor. Which Dabi thought he deserved it after being a brainless egghead. Has he forgotten that he, Overbeak, and handyman were your favorite villains? Bird boy should be working smarter, not harder. Dabi inwardly snickered.
They had enough leftover breakfast to live off of for tonight's dinner.
You took your plateful and retreated into your room.
Nobody stopped you.
You usually didn't.
A habit and rule you bided by since you were a kid. However, you needed to be alone tonight, which you explained before entering your bedroom.
After dinner, Overhaul informed them of today's events.
Him following you inside the bar, a fight breaking out, you nearly getting hurt, and him saving you. Meeting your boss and the two "non-spatial awareness" and "rude" idiots, as Overhaul referred to them.
"Well, I'll be damned." Dabi interrupted the yakuza's boring recap. "You've caught the pathetic love bug, aintcha?" He tilted his head, giving the brunette, golden-eyed man a dirty, knowing look. "It's catching."
"That's utter nonsense." Overhaul denied cooly, his cheeks heating beneath his mask. "Soulmate or no, it's too soon and early for love to blossom."
Dabi blinked. "We don't even know the rules, unlike our bitchy, prissy, high horse."
Hawks sat, eating by himself. Moping. Barely eating or touching his dinner.
"Other than our mission and goal, no," Shigaraki interjected, his own far-off and blank stare landing on the wall beside Dabi.
The fuck was wrong with Handyman?
They each called it a night. Deciding to dig more into the three men Overhaul confronted and interacted with today, later this week.
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A masculine figure entered your room.
You were sound asleep.
Unaware of your sudden visitor.
His heartbeat thundered within his chest and drummed loudly, even in his own ears. Waiting for you to stir or acknowledge the noise of your door opening and closing quietly behind him with a soft click. Swallowing thickly and licking his cracked and dry lips, he slowly shuffled forward, tiptoeing lightly to the edge of your bed. Your soft breathing, the rise and fall of your chest, drew his attention before shifting his gaze back into your bed. He knew this was a bad idea. A stupid impulse. Rude and crazy, but he couldn't stay away. No matter how many times, he told himself he should just stay away; keep his distance.
Your words this morning wouldn't leave his head. Surely, what you said was all lies. Half mad, induced rambling during fits of tiredness and anger. He noticed the dark circles underneath your eyes from your lack of proper sleep habits over the past two nights. Surprised that he'd begun to feel guilty.
Inwardly, sighing, he lowered his body to crawl onto his knees onto your bed; the mattress dipped and groaned against his added weight. You didn't notice. An advantage in his favor, he supposed. He moved closer to the wall and lay down on his side beside you, cautiously covering himself in your blanket and scooting a tad more to feel your warmth and body heat.
He leaned forward as if he meant to kiss her. Instead, he shifted his head to whisper into her ear. "Why do you cry for me?" His rough voice came out soft and puzzled, a rare childlike wonder shining within his eyes. "Why do you care about my past? My well-being and future? You know you shouldn't." He mumbled, hands twitching and fidgeting in earnest nervousness as his palms became sweaty and trembled slightly. The need to touch your hand again, your skin, so soft and smooth, left him aching and burning for more.
Tomura pulled back, frowning. His pinky finger flexed, then rose and lightly caressed the back of your hand. "Even after knowing and seeing all that I've done, you still..." He began lowering each finger until only his middle finger remained hovering; his heartbeat quickened, and his cheeks reddened. "Accept me?" His crimson eyes darted around the room, zeroing in on the collection of merchandise that was only of him. "A fan?" He whispered more to himself than to you. "Is it pity? Are you as crazy as the rest of the world?"
Tomura never thought in a million years that he'd ever get a fan of his own, let alone a fangirl. Someone is secretly cheering for him in the background. True, he had to share your devotion; however, he wasn't going to let that annoying detail stop him. His gaze shifted to the bundle of plushies within your arms, a miniature copy of himself staring, father on its face, red doll-like eyes, motionless, teasing him, taunting him. His frown lowered into a scowl. Why was he feeling jealous of a stuffed animal?
Hesitantly, Tomura lets his middle finger fall as he presses the full weight of his hand, engulfing yours. Scowl disappearing into a firm line. Holding his breath, waiting. Waiting for this useless, shameless hope blooming within his chest, only for everything to come crashing down, and watching in horror as you break down and turn into dust.
One heartbeat.
Two heartbeats.
Three.
Silent, breathless.
He waited.
Nothing.
After finally realizing his lungs were burning, sending an inaudible signal and warning to his brain that he needed oxygen, air. He finally inhaled, a shaky and shuddering breath of relief. Last night wasn't a delusion. He could touch you. Feel your warmth. A shiver of embarrassment and heat digs into the base of his scalp, down his spine to his toes. Tomura was ashamed to admit he'd been testing his quirk all day. Checking for errors and malfunctions. He found none. Gripping a handful of trash? Dust. Lying down all five of his fingers over the face of a creep, shameless, leering, and ogling your figure from the shadows of a dark alleyway? History.
So, he did some research. Using your non password-protected computer as napped on the couch, snoring away, legs tangled in blankets with his pillow covering his eyes. He could read your physical copies of the manga, but he didn't want to accidentally activate his quirk and dust your volumes. He pulled up an online translation and began to read. The more he read, the more shocked he’d become by what you had revealed last night.
Memories of past events came back to him as he stared at the computer screen, devouring page after page of the digital manga right there in pictures in black and white: the USJ Attack and Hosu Incident, his meeting with Midoriya at the mall, The Vanguard Action Squad ruining U.A.'s summer training camp, The Raid of Kurogiri's Bar, Bakugo's escape by those made brats and Midoriya. His Master's capture, his defeat by All Might, Twice bringing Overhaul to him, and their confrontation.
Tomura finally took a break after hours, rubbing his tired eyes with the heel of his hand. He'd only gotten glimpses last night, here and there. He left the computer on, threw on his hoodie and shoes, and headed outside when Dabi called out to him.
"It's y'er turn to scrounge for rent money." The black-haired flame user reminded him; he kicked off the blanket and pillow to sit upright and stretched.
Tomura turned his head, clicking his tongue. "Yeah, yeah, I know." His scarred, dry lips curl. "Which means it's your turn as chore boy today, isn't it?" He chuckled, watching the blue-eyed man made of burn scars and healthy skin, his posture growing hard and ridged, irritation evident by his tense body language. "Care not to burn down the house chasing dust bunnies." He laughed, drawing his hood up, and left.
"Don't end up on America's Most Wanted," Dabi countered bitterly, scowling as he snagged his carton of cigarettes and scoffed. "I ain't busting y'er scrawny ass out of jail."
After wandering around in new and uncharted territory, he furiously stopped himself from scratching his neck raw and bloody; he'd gathered enough cash to put in the fish boil as they all agreed. Each of them decided to sell and steal what they could to put towards giving you rent. Deciding to leave their old apartment to stay here and rooming up.
Tomura snapped back to the present, finding his body had moved on autopilot.
He didn't know why. He brought your hand closer to his person. Wordlessly, placing your hand on the top of his head, holding them there. Heat adoring his pale cheeks, burning the back of his neck to the tips of his ears. Then he intertwined your hands again, guiding it down his face to rest on his cheek. He closed his eyes, breathing in your sweet scent of coconut and pressing your palm closer into his skin.
Your presence calmed him. He felt light, his breathing synchronizing with your own as he began to feel drowsy. Lying down to rest his head on your shoulder, burying his nose into the crook of your neck, tangling your legs with his own, and holding your hand, fingertips drawing patterns lazily.
He knew it was dangerous to stay here.
Knowing you'd scold him come morning, and yet Tomura couldn't force himself to leave.
He wanted to stay.
And stay he did.
He was warm, soaking in the warmth of another person's body .... he didn't know how long he stayed there. Minutes? Hours? Loneliness slowly faded away. His face softened into a man who'd finally found inner peace. Blinking and fighting sleep. He wanted to savor this peaceful moment longer, greedier for this rare moment of time and space between you. Knew in the morning he'd go back to acting tough, distant and try to pretend nothing happened.
He hadn't been able to sleep much since coming here. Same as Overhaul, who's mind would overthink and work itself into overdrive until he forced himself to sleep. Tomura's vision began hazy, lids becoming half-lidded and heavy. A yawn escaped as his breathing slowed, matching your own, and he started to fall deeper and deeper into your warmth, your soft and comfy bed. The smell of coconut became his new favorite calming scent, and he finally slipped into slumber.
No memories of blood, screams, and decay.
He slept peacefully.
Was this your secret power?
Bringing them a semblance of security? Inner peace? Sanity? Covering him in a thick and heavy blanket of affection and intimacy, he'd been without and denied its joys for far too long.
Dabi opened the door to your bedroom and paused, a strawberry pocky hanging limp between his lips as he nibbled on his midnight snack. Well, isn't that a surprising sight? He inwardly chuckled, pulling out his camera and taking a picture.
The black-haired, blue-eyed villain never would have thought Tomura Shigaraki would beat him into your bed. He was inwardly embarrassed for having the same idea as crusty. Leaning his weight into the door, scrolling his camera roll at the picture he'd found himself taking of you all week. Stalking wouldn't be the only crime on his long list. He's used to looming in the shadows, watching and observing from the darkness, unknown and going unnoticed until he made himself known.
---- end of part 16---
Okay to clarify, the sneaking into the bedroom was a toss-up between Shigaraki and Dabi. So, I wrote it without saying who for a minute to amp up the mystery. ;) If you are disappointed by it not being Dabi, don't worry I've got plenty of cringy ideas for Dabi. My focus had shifted to weaving both into the spotlight this chapter.
"Kai?" You call for his attention. Somethings wrong. He stopped all of a sudden. He's tense, too tense and in pain given his stiff body language. He isn't answering, which makes your heart sink harder. You know it's out of line. You can't help it. You raise your free hand, inching closer to his back.
"Don't." He replies when you palm is so close you could feel his body heat. It's terse. His voice is low and strained. "Please." A hint of uneven rasp. Kai's pulse beat fast from both fear and adrenaline, his grip on your arm loosens, but he doesn't let go. The fragments he'd just seen remained fresh within his mind. He inwardly laughed bitterly. Everyone within this reality already thought he was a man already on the verge of being unstable, manipulative, a common grade B Villain and a schemer who tried to disgrace himself by trying to forge him own path. Ruin The Shie Hassaikai's reputation and the man who'd become a father to him, Pops.
"Okay." You lower your hand to the fall at your side.
Kai continues leading you naked across the men's locker room until he reaches the last one. He opens it and waiting for you to go first. "Get in." It's quiet, yet flat. He's regained his composure or at least, even to keep his emotions in check.
You step inside, leaving him enough room to enter afterwards. Blushing and cover your chest with your arms. You notice his belongings were already in the corner of the shower.
"We were lovers in the past." Kai mutters as he turned the fascet on. He unhooks his mask, handing it on the shower hook hanging on the wall and closes the shower curtain behind him.
"What?" You glance over your shoulder.
Kai sighs, a shy breath leaves him. "Our past lives," he explains. He couldn't meet your gaze. His own cheeks were red. "We had a tryst." He bent down, picking up his supplies: a green and gold loofah sponge, old spice body wash, shampoo and body scrub. "Go ahead and clean yourself." His cold golden eyes becoming hard like steel, his jaw tight. "I'll go get your things." He set them on the shower rack, backed out and left without giving you another glance.
You had a feeling he wasn't telling the full story of your love story and love affair with him. Given his self-righteous attitude, ocd, controlling issues and mannerisms it makes sense how sensitive the topic of intimacy is with him. You think. You stare at the supplies. A small smile graces your lips. That's grandpa's favorite. A very comforting scent. You wet the loofah, work up a good lather and wash yourself. God, I'm the worst. You frown. Let my sex induced brain take over and take advantage of Touya after he saved me again. You didn't understand it. He could have easily stopped you. He could have said no. He gave you the choice to get off him and leave or to touch him. What did you do? You grinded down on him like he was your personal warm blooded clit massager. Your face turns scalding. I can't believe I fucking did that?! You inwardly scream.
The yakuza comes back moments later, setting your duffle bag outside the shower. "Excuse me, I'm coming in." He announces before stepping inside and closes the curtain again.
"A-Alright." You mutter sheepishly, nearly dropping the sponge.
Silence fills the space.
Kai didn't know why he even dragged you with him in the first place. He lied. He did. He's jealous. Seeing you on top of that half-burnt chard walking crazed fire maniac set his teeth on edge and grinding. If you had wanted sexual release? You could have come to him. Granted his lack of experience he'd much rather you explore such private activities behind closed doors than in public. Now, your erotic expression and moan of his name was stuck in his head. It was stuck in his head. It was the most salacious and distracting thing that he couldn't ignore. It made him reflect on the raw attraction blooming between you and himself.
Porn never really appealed to him. The poor acting, violent and dirty consensual or unconsentual acts of carnal and animalist sex and behavior did nothing to arouse his lusts. Kai hated masturbating when he could help it. Yet he was still a healthy man with needs and urges. Now, seeing you naked in front of him was turning him on more by the second. It was dangerous. He didn't think he'd ever be able to get off again without the mental image of you bare and reaching for him. Wonton. Luscious, lewd and scandalous sight. Begging him with your eyes and voice. Beseeching him to completely and utterly ruin you, yank you away from Dabi and bend you over until you both come undone or hold you down until his desires were sated.
Shit, he saw it so clearly within his mind, depicted exacting that.
Kai shook his aching head. He couldn't risk it. Touching himself or touching you without overstepping boundaries. Then again, it wouldn't be the first time he's crossed the line, blurred them, destroyed whatever obstacle within his path and rewritten the rules to best suit his goals.
"You said that we ever lovers in the past life too?" You asked, running your finger through your hair to rinse the shampoo from your scalp.
Kai blinked. "Yes." He answered simply, stepping forward, observing how you kept your distance and safe. Normally he would have been grateful, however, right now, it irritated him. You were too close and personal with Dabi minutes ago. Now, you were acting as if after getting off you didn't want anything to do with him? Would you have accepted him, if he'd offered such services first? Or would you have asked Hawks and Shigaraki or for Dabi to continue taking pleasure of your body next?
His head continued to throb as memories slammed into him all at once, not his, yet painfully vivid.
The memory of you writhing, trembling and needing for himself came rushing back. Your legs spread wide beneath him, reaching for him, clinging onto him and accepting every ounce of his lustful advances and feelings. Then that other horrible mirage and feelings threw him for a near maddening mental and physical breakdown, let alone practically threatened to give him cardiac arrest.
He was a part of clergy.
You were a witch?
Caught and tried for witchcraft and stealing his heart? What's truly unnerved him had been the last thing you screamed his heart to nearly stop altogether. Son. You said you and him had a son after that night. You were gone. Vanished for a year and had given birth to a son. A child. His offspring. A tiny being you and him had conceived on that night.
Kai's stomach churned harder. His face blooming into a deep shade of red. He felt it across his face, ears and the back of his neck. "Yes, we were." He stepped forward grabbing another loofah, this one was purple and gold as he began to clean himself.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" You asked hanging your sponge over the empty hook, pushing a wet lock away from your eyes and sniffing.
Kai paused. "Does it matter?" His voice became low and sharp. Carrying weight of barely contained fury and secondhand betrayal. He swallowed his emotions, reminding himself this was his new life now. He was Kai Chisaki, Overhaul. The Head of The Shie Hassaikai. Not a priest. A yakuza. He shouldn't care if you wanted him or not. He didn't cling or cry for your attention. He could be calm, dignified and careful. And yet, he still felt a cold shiver run down his spine. Feeling your eyes on his back. The faint lingering ghost of his restraint and anger mingling with the heat he felt as you continued ogling him. All of it pressed down on him like a physical weight. Kai wasn't going to break under pressure of sharing a shower with you. Mixed baths were common back home. He'd simply finish his daily cleansing, then leave with you.
"Yes, it does." You reply, frowning deeper. "Clearly it's upsetting you."
He couldn't deny it. All his life he's lived without the thought that his life's purpose was to repay his adoptive father, devote himself to rebuilding The Shie Hassaikai or replaying his debt. Now, he's learned that his soulmate. The woman meant for him had already crossed his path in another life, he'd already given her his heart once and it nearly ruined him. Hearing Pops condemn his lover to death? It didn't make sense. Yes, Pops believed in traditions. Never attacking civilians and keeping the peace, but to sentence his adoptive son's woman? He didn't believe it. He saw it and didn't want to.
Alone with Kai you tried not to sneak a full view of his broad shoulders and back, or his narrow hip. As he moved, his muscles flex beneath his smooth tanned skin. Then you saw it as he turned. Traditional yakuza tattoos decorating his back. The Shie Hassaikai emblem in the middle surround by cherry blossoms, a dragon and a crow.
You wanted to trace every work on art on his back with the tip of your fingertips. You gulped and released a shaky breath at the sight.
"What is it?" Kai asked, straightening his posture, angrily, facing away from the shower wall.
You knew approaching the angered and testy yakuza was like stalking a thundered storm on the horizon. Unpredictable. Cold. Harsh. His anger inner frustration and confusion continuing to build. "Did they hurt?" You asked softly, frowning.
He glanced behind him to meet your eyes. "Why do you sound so surprised?" His mouth twitched into a faint grimace, a hint of sarcasm seeping from his usually flat tone.
"I don't remember Horikoshi giving you tatts," You stepped forward, as if being pulled by an invisible force or your red string. You eased closer. "When your back was shown in the manga and anime during your cage fight with Rappa."
"Seem you don't know anything about me, do you, little soulmate?" Kai muttered, slowly turning to you. He raised a hand and banged his hand on the shower wall, crackle formed and blood stained the pure white tilts. "Am I just another man to play with?" He tilts his head, eyes narrowing. He punched it again, watching you flinch. "Remind me of a live I could have had, if I didn't choose to stray from the path Pops laid out for me? If I kept my human heart?" His jaw clenches, spreading his fingers, palm flat to activate his quirk, crackles spreading, falling, crashing onto the floor.
"I don't know." You reply softly.
Kai closed his eyes and drew his bloody fist again.
You didn't run. Your heartbeat thundering hard within your chest. You stepped forward and steadied his arm, cradling his bloody hand in your hands. "Please, don't hurt yourself, Kai." Tears prickling.
Kai's whole body seemed to still. Your touch was gentle, his body felt as if it had been struck by a bolt of lightning, then the electricity and searing heat continued to build and increased tenfold. He opened his eyes, which lit with unknown emotion. He wrapped his injured hand around yours, interlocking your fingers and tugged you closer. He reaches for you, tangling his free hand in your soft, wet, silky and long tresses. His eyes flicker over your features. "I cannot appear to be soft." He rasped out loud, then he frowned and muttered to himself. "A distraction that I cannot afford, but don't want to give up." He pressed you closer, dragging you against him. His arms engulfed you in an awkward hug.
You felt him shudder and released a deep groan as soon as your bodies met.
Was this the closest he'd ever been to anyone?
The bare skin of his chest was smooth against your cheek and felt so hot in the shower. The scent of his bodywash and citrus hit your nose, surrounding and enticing you as much as his muscles rippling and flexing around you. You felt him release another groan when his towel covered erection pressed against your stomach.
His lusts forgotten and shoved to the back of his head as he drew back his head, suspicion in his expression. "You know what I can do," his voice was deep. Calm. Dangerous. "So why do you still approach me so carelessly?" Golden hues are sharp and assessing. "Why do you plague my mind?" His earlier vision and feelings came rushing back. Kai swallowed a lump stuck within his throat. Feelings of loneliness, yearning and an unbearable choked feeling of sadness and heartbreak that wasn't his and yet had been. "You've tainted me. Infected me with these feelings of jealousy and lust…" His eyes grew wild, seething melted gold.
You swallowed at the intensity of his gaze. Something about those words hurt you, no cut your deeply. "Kai, I didn't mean too." Yet the overly hormonal and fucked up part of your brain enjoyed his attention. The wildness, fierce, predatory and sheer fire burning from his gaze staring into yours make your toes curl. That familiar phantom ghost of lust and need flooring deep within your veins. It's toxic. It's sick. It's madness. Overhaul is dangerous, a villain for a reason. Knowing that he's jealous and horny is turning you on more.
The yakuza moves faster than you anticipated.
He pinned you harder against him, backing both of you until your body hit the untouched wall, one he hadn't destroyed; his body trembling as fear and disbelief stabbed him with an invisible arrow. "I was true to you," he said in an auditable whisper. He'd known pain. True agonizing pain. "And you still left me?" Physical pain every time he had to repair himself, given himself an overhaul, but this sort of heart wretching pain? Never. It felt as his someone had continued stabbing him deep inside with thousands of blades. "Left in the middle of the night like a phantom that I could only chase in my dreams but never touch."
The vestige of himself resurfacing.
The shock, disbelief, worry, rage and sorrow he felt after waking up and you had gone; his bedside cold. You said you loved him. Would marry him. You lied. You left him. He'd broken every vow he'd taken and for what? Abandoned him. For days he searched for you. He couldn't sleep. Couldn't eat. He'd grown sick and half mad before Nemoto and Hari had found him, clutching to the sheets that had your faded smell on them. "No! Leave me! Let me die!" Kai yelled weakly, his voice above a whisper. He hadn't showered. He hadn't taken care of himself. Stuck within the same dirty clothes. His body covered in hives and bloody from scratching himself raw. Infection beginning to set it. Begging for you to come back during his fits of half delirium and fever.
No one within the town knew where you had gone. Or they had lied. You parents were gone. Your brothers claimed they didn't realize you had snuck out.
"Left you?" You furrowed your brows in confusion, then widened. The past. It wasn't just coming back to you. Your past lives and memories were coming back to them too. Kai had been a priest, right? A man of strict duty and faith. It makes sense why he kept that aspect when he became The Leader of The Shie Hassaikai. His intense ocd and need for cleanliness crossed over as well. "Kai, I'm sorry, truly I am."
"Stop apologizing." He roared as a man in pain, then slammed his fist hand into the wall again. "You promised to become mine and mine alone." The wall and tilts cracked underneath his assault and further damage. "Did my love mean nothing?"
"Kai, listen!" You blinked up at him, thicker, hotter tears welding and falling as your own heart pounding as if being crushed within your own chest.
Kai stared down at you, his gaze seeming to consume you. Raw, genuine hurt and confusion flickering across his liquid molten gold stare. Then you saw moisture, his eyes becoming misty and wet with tears. "What have you done to me?" He didn't understand his own feelings and reactions, so out of touch with his own emotions. Steadily falling and nonstop down his face. "You make me weak... you make me feel..." His vision blurred. His heart pounding heavily and thundering painfully within his ribcage. Dammit, the numbness he'd shove off to the side was reversing. He was crying and weeping helplessly, shamefully and clinging onto you for comfort, event as lust and rage continued to course through his veins. He was a mess. A disgusting, disgraceful and pitiful mess. Over what? A taste of his first experience with heat and a lost love he's never really known? A grief and suffering thawing his stone-cold heart and iron will.
These experiences and feelings were supposed to a blessing? Dethaw his demon heart? What's the point? If his soulmate didn't choose him, then would put him through this at all? Why not leave him back in his home world? Back where the world was chaos, grim, black and made sense. Where he could work on his life's work in peace. Enjoy the comfort of his childhood home. Retreat to his own room and things in solitude, read to pops every evening, check on him throughout the day and before breakfast to check his vitals, charts and bask in his silent presence.
What was happening to The Shie Hassaikai? Chrono and Mimic could run the compound without him for too long, however, it would only be a matter of time before The Heroes scheme and burst into his home with a search warrant. Contaminating his sanctuary and workplace with their filthy and false propaganda of Heroism and Hero Syndrome. The longer Kai contemplated and fearing that very scenarios, swirling within his head; he shook with worry and fury. His tears drying. If they dared, he'd destroy ever last Hero, police officer himself and with his quirk erasing bullets.
Now, you are stuck together against the brunette and a literal wall. "Kai?" You try to regain his attention. The poor man looks to be on the verge of a mental and physical meltdown. He can't hear you. His eyes are dull and glossy. Trapped within his thought and some inner battle of demons and past trauma.
You know it's risky. One wrong move and he could lash out. His quirk could activate on pure instinct and survival. "Kai?" Your eyes glisten with new unshed tears. "What the fuck did than old man and Afo do to you?" Your heart twists and sinks. He's emotionally drowning. He's trembling harder. His body is locked tight. He crushed you closer into his feverish and sweaty body.
No, that wasn't right. The correct question is... What had they not done? You had seen what they had done with Tomura and Touya, but Kai? His backstory was incomplete. Nothing, but a tiny pinpoint on the map. Typing him together with AFO's failed successors experiments and list. It wasn't just those three. There were others! Living, breathing victims and bodies unaccounted for.
What do I do? You mentally scream.
Kai was stuck within his own little world of overrunning thoughts with no unlocked doors or an escape route.
Kai coming to terms with his bottled up feelings, trying to shove them down, but his body isn't responding to what his mind wants.
All his unsettled trauma, paid therapy Pops paid for out of pocket.
Kai passed it with flying colors. Instead of saying he saw blood splatter on the inked cardboard, he said it was "a butterfly." When the psychiatrist dared to stand and sit too close to Kai... Placing their filthy hands on him. Kai kept his rage in check, the shadowed apparition of another "Doctor." A elderly, fat man with glasses, mustache, and sporting a dark gleam of sadistic fascination and... joy?
A mad scientist who had found the perfect specimen for his unorthodox and villainous schemes.
"Chisaki, it's okay." The elderly woman frowned. Go away! His mind screamed, his fight or flight responses resurfacing. He hides his hand twitched, fist balling into the ugly green and yellow spotted couch.
"I'm fine, doctor." It had become a habit. A reflex. He hated it. His tiny body tingling with phantom shivers and itches he wanted to furiously scratch his contaminated arm raw. He swallowed, remaining in eye contact with the elderly woman.
Ignoring the old man's mirthful laughter and calling him "a good sport" for remaining strong. Then piercing his skin with a scalpel. That man's voice and laughter echoing inside his head. "Yes, a very perfect specimen for my old friend."
"Please, no more." Child Kai and his adult self-whimpered, his bottom lip quivering. "No more." He crooked, voice cracking, flat and lifeless. His chest heaving. His on the verge of another episode.
Your mouth fell open. You never thought you would have every hear Kai beg. Not since he demanded that Tomura give Kai back his quirk destroying bullets on the highway while he was strapped to a gurney.
Please, let me words reach him. You think, looking up at him, unsure and afraid. You raise your shaky hands to his face. You watch him twitch, his gaze regaining focus and lucid; then his eye immediately snapping to yours.
It's a start. You brush his tears away. You swallow down your fear to face him head on. Being afraid was useless. You can't leave him alone, even if he begged you to. Your heart thudding in your ears. You lick your lips, which doesn't go unnoticed by Kai. "I'm sorry that I hurt you in the past, but this is the present." You reminded softly, your hot breath ghosting along the shell of his pierced ear; you watch him shudder and shiver against you. You push on his chest, silently signaling for him to let you go and he relented. Just enough to allow you to breath, yet close enough to feel the heat body, his heart thumping rapidly within his ribcage. "I've slowly come to accept all of you. The good and the bad… I still adore you after all you've done... all you will do in the future." Your sensitive chest pressed against his wall of hard muscle.
You heard him release a breath he hadn't released he'd been holding. You lower back down onto your feet to meet his gaze once more.
"Y/n?" He whispered, his senses returning as his nerves continued trebling and tremoring deep beneath his skin. Kai held your hand in his bloodied one. "You… You accept me?" He asked, taking your words seriously. His shoulders sag in relief; releasing and exhale and shuddering breath.
"Yes, Kai." You sniff, trembling and crying more.
Kai brushed your tears away, curling his fingers beneath your chin to tilt your face closer to his. Your breaths fanning each other. "Will you let me kiss you?" He looked at you, truly looked. Something behind those small golden pupils had shifted. His eyes igniting with possession and passion.
"Yes." You wrap your arms around his arms, stand on your tiptoes and bring him down to you. The moment your lips brush that same wave of liquid heat warmed your lower abdomen.
You knew you were slowly being folded into a world you never thought had been nothing more than simple fiction. Or had you simply stopped caring?
Kissing Kai made your body melt into his.
You knew that giving yourself to a villain, a yakuza crime boss, would trap you into a world filled with blood, violence, sin, gun smoke, and corruption... even if the crime syndicate in Japan of MHA wasn't the powerful gang it had been before the rise of quirks. And yet this godlike man and usually fully composed air, seamlessly heartless, and all his cold indifference and persuasive charms had become reduced to a man filled with desire and lust. The concrete slab and sterilized glass box he'd built to protect himself, keep people he considered contaminated and filthy out of his personal space. It crumbled. Cracked and chipped as he smashed it with his own hands and dragged you inside like a raging hell storm of all-consuming hellfire and newly awakened selfishness and blinding need.
"I won't let you go this time." Kai grunts against your mouth, his hands move. One tangling in your hair and the other grips possessively on your hip. "Understand?" His blood stains your wet skin in a bloody handprint, the smell of cooper, iron and blood invades your senses, but you don't care.
A rush and jolt of excitement explode throughout your body. Causing you to vibrate with need. "Yes, Kai." you nod your head, threating your hands up his chest, running your fingertips along his body and ink, higher until your digits thread through his short, chestnut hair. You knew Kai's form of possession doubled as deep-rooted devotion, acts of service and actions, instead of pretty words. The fact he was allow you to get this close to him while he vulnerable and shaken, clinging onto you and asking to kiss you meant he kept this bond and attraction you felt, right?
He breaks the kiss too soon. Pulling you away from the haze. Reopening his own eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed in the first place. You warm skin flat against his own chilled body, your warmth and naked chest brushing, heaving as he towered over you.
You want to kiss him more. You don't want him to stop. You want to continue watching this man fall apart, touch you, kiss you, ravage you, take you hard and rough or slow and sensual. It didn't matter. Your nails dig into his scalp as you bite your lower lips. God, he's going to make you beg, isn't he?
Kai takes a breath to regain his emotions and refocus on your face. Mentally calculating. Your heavy-lidded gaze, biting your lip to keep from moaning or whimpering. His features sharpen, his gaze wanders, lowering to notice how fully erect and hard your nips have become. "Can I kiss you here?" He raises his hand from your hip, followed your curves upward until his fingertips are inches away from your breast.
He meets your hungry and lustful gaze.
You nod your head. "Yes."
He wastes no time to run the edge of his lower lip along your stiff nipple before licking it, then clamping his mouth around it. He groans against you as you hold him close, cradle him against your body, twitching and pushing, arching your chest fully into his mouth and face. "Kai." You moan.
Kai grunts in answer, then let's go. He sneers in disgust when he notices the blood. "Need to rewash."
You are secretly whining in your head. No, don't stop.
Kai's thin brow arches. "Don't give me that look, angel." He chuckles, dragging you back beneath the spray of the shower. "Have to clean you, then we can continue." He tilts his head, giving a smug and knowing smirk. "If you behave there will be a reward." He pulls you closer, giving your hips a hard and possessive squeeze. The blood rinsing off both of your bodies, red going down the drain as Kai repairs his injured hand with ease and without making a sound.
"Promise?" You pout and bating your long lashes. You raise a pinky finger, a childish thing, but a promise all the same.
Kai humored you, raising his bloodless hand to interlock your pinky with his own, curling them, shaking twice, then letting go. "You are childish."
"And you are too serious." You retort, lean up to kiss his throat and the hard lines of his jaw, a small, tempting and smoothing sensation and distraction. Your hands exploring ever single inch of his body. Every hard plain. Rigid edges and scrap of ink and skin you could get ahold of until your hands kneaded and cupped his ass. "Won't you let me see you naked, Kai?" You purr in a seductive drawl.
Kai groaned, burying his face into your hair. The heart of his dark desire reawakens with a fiery vengeance and deep, primal, searing need. He latches onto you like a man who's desperate, drowning and clinging onto his last shred of control and sanity. "You aren't behaving." He argues. Why should he let you have your way? Although, his betraying body liked the idea of you touching him, fondling and kneading him between his legs with every painful, pulsing throbbing of his heartbeat drumming down below.
"Neither are you." You giggled, yanking the towel off his waist and tossing it into the corner of the shower.
Kai buries his face into the crook of your neck to hide his embarrassment and the awkward, unmanly, needy whimper that escapes from the back of his throat. "Dammit, angel... you aren't playing fair."
"Who's calling who the kettle black, gangster." You raise your hands to alternate between massaging his back and lightly scratching and grazing your nails into his smooth, strong, inked back.
Kai raises his head, backing away to grab his shampoo and bodywash, pop the cap, squirt some into his hand, gathering up a good lasher, then begins to wash you himself. His soapy hands are everywhere. Your neck, collarbone, breasts, stomach, legs, ass and back, all except the wet, hot apex of your thighs. His strong hands were surprisingly gentle and soft. He wants nothing more than to press his body further into your own. Needed to become merged with you, one. His body already fine-tuned to yours. Your smell, your curves, your soft and beautiful skin. The yakuza pushed you gently into the spray of the shower head, then began to furiously and hastily clean himself, one, twice, three times, then switches places with you beneath the showerhead before turning it off.
Wordlessly, he set everything back.
Silence fills the shower.
You wonder, if Kai changed his mind and prepared to leave when you felt him grab your wrist, halting your movement and leave.
You can't see his face with his back turned towards you, but you notice the back of his neck and the tips of his ears are flushed.
"Will you let me devour you will my mouth?" He whispered softly, awkwardly.
"What?" You blink, face scalding.
Kai turns around, yanking you towards him and guides you back to the wall. He closes in, caging you between himself and the wall. His index and middle finger, tiling your chin upwards to meet his face as he asks again. "Will you allow me explore the last intimate place between your legs." He braces himself against the wall. "Your pussy," he leans his head down to groans in your ear. You can feel his throbbing and hard erection bobbing between his legs and brushing between yours. "Will you let me touch her?" His voice dropping a deeper, lower octave, a hint of a possessive growl. More beastlike than man.
He leans back, waiting for your answer.
You can't believe this is happening. Kai… Kai was offering you to get you off? Damn his seductive words and confidence. "Have you ever been with anyone before?"
He breathed slowly, trying to keep his heart rate down, but it was no use. His cheeks were flushed. "No, I degree, but I've always been a quick study." His smoldering gaze raked down over your breasts and lower to your heated center.
You spread your legs, opening them wider and give him a coy smile. "Then, you better get to studying, Doctor." Your eyes peer downward to watch his hand reaching closer to your lower half. His nails were neatly trimmed. His hand is bigger than yours. His fingers larger, stronger, thicker and could reach places you couldn't possibly reach with your own. You were inwardly fangirl squealing, fanning yourself like you had just bought a new adult toy on payday. Giddiness, arousal and anticipation was slowly killing you.
You noticed his erected jump and hardened harder between his thick, muscled thighs. Oh? He liked that title. It makes sense, if he was into medical play. You wouldn't be surprised if he was into shibari, blind folds and silk ties wrapped around your wrists to deprive you of movement and sight, sensory play. Hell, you were willing to try it at least once. Getting lost in his hands, mouth and his sexy voice controlling and moving you however he wished. Or let you ride him in his office chair or desk. The sinful thoughts made you wetter, your inner walls flutter and clench around nothing.
"May I touch you?" His heartbeat thundered within his own ears, loud, so loud. Pleasure coursing stronger through his veins, his erection throbbing harder with every pulse of his heart. He inhaled deeply, his stoic hard gaze softening. "Please?"
You had to stop yourself from groaning. "Yes, Kai." You said softly, flickering your eyes back to his. "You have my full permission to touch me however you wish." You nod your head. "I'll tell you, if it's too much or hurts."
Kai trails a hand down between your legs to gently cup your sex. Pressing the heel of his palm harder, watching as your head falls back, eyes shut tight in bliss. "No, angel." He whispered in your ear. "Look at me." He leaned down to kiss your neck, his mouth hot. "Will you allow me to amp up the sensations?" His fingers spread your folds apart, to stroke your need, swollen and heavy neglected clit. "Rewire your pleasure nerve endings until you are a needy, sensitive mess that comes when I insert one single finger into your hot cunt?" His tongue flicked out to lick drops and moisture from your collarbone to your neck, then biting down as he inhaled sharply as if to fight himself for control, then raising his head. "I will learn your body just as well as I know my own, if you'll let me." Kai's long fingers pressed and tease, circling the entrance of your pussy.
You began to tremble in his arms, shifting your face downward to bury into his chest. "Y-Yes, doctor." You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck, gasping, panting and moaning in his ear shamelessly. You could no longer think about anything else other than the pleasure Kai was giving you when he inserted a single finger, testing, probing, experimental, then pushing until your insides swallowed his singular digit up without resistance.
You had to stop yourself from humping his hand, you gasped when he curled his finger to rub against your g-spot, then began to moving and thrust upwards in a slow rhythm, in and out, slow and meticulous, calculating and building the pressure and steady rhythm. As if you two had all the time in the world in this shower stall.
Kai smirked into your neck. "You don't need them." He inserted another finger, he started to pick up temp, lowering to his knees to kneel actually kneel before you. "You have me." The wet noises were loud and echoing along the shower and tilted walls as you fought to remain standing on shaky legs. "You trust me, don't you? Not that burnt bastard. Not that lovesick bird or insane decay villain. Me. I approached you first. You promised to become mine first." His inner possessiveness, greed, rage and jealousy bleeding through his lustful haze. It made things hotter. "My angel, my soulmate and woman." He sticks his tongue out to lick and roll your clit with his wet, hot tongue. "Need to lick you clean down here too." He groans as soon as the first taste of you hits on his tastebuds, his eyes rolling back into his back.
"Oh, fuck." You keen louder, threading your hands through his damp, messy, mope of short brown locks. Your body moving restlessly, rocking into his face as he ate you out. "F-For a virgin... Ah... your good at this..."
Kai opened his eyes and narrowed his gaze, turning his head to the side to place a claiming bite on your inner thigh as a warning. "I'm not an idiot." He mumbles into your skin, kissing and licking the teeth marks forming in the shape and indents of his teeth. "I had to study anatomy and biology to reform or shape the human body to however I see fit." He clicks his tongue. "Keep spouting such rude comments and I'll stop." The gangster halts his fingers, keeping them deep inside, plugging your wet hole, knuckles buried to the hilt.
"No, I'm sorry." You shake your head, biting your lower lip and tears wetting your lashes. "Please, don't stop, Kai." You panted and rolled your hips our of pure instinct to try and attract his attention back to your throbbing, slick core. Deciding to clench your pelvis muscles on purpose to give him a silent demonstration on how much you want him to continue.
Kai gave a self-satisfied, amused and cocky, smirk. Sexy. Arrogant shining within his flushed features or slightly wet and deshelled appearance. The man inwardly groaned. Truth be told, he could barely hold the reins of his self-control and think past the ache within his shaft. You had aroused such carnal desires within him, yearning for your kiss, then actually making him want to give you such a filthy and lewd craving to give you oral sex and stimulation. It didn't sound like him at all. His gaze descended, observing you practically using his fingers to pleasure yourself. His cock jerked and twitched, swelling harder; painful. He grew tempted to touch himself to help relieve the friction and ache. "Very well," Kai lowered his free hand to wrap a hand around his cock, slowly stroking himself, "As long as... you know your place." He choked back a grunt of pleasure. He begins to wonder how your pink, tight lower lips will stretch and accommodate his size. His length jerked hot and hard against his palm, eager and straining for it.
Your gaze lowers to his hand gestures. Oh my god, Kai is actually masturbating. You knew it was a stupid thought, but how could you not when Kai seemed to be the last person to be aroused by sex or masturbating at all. Then again, he's only human. He's a man. A living, breathing man. He isn't a robot or a machine. Physical contact and emotional intimacy are very private and personal for him. Now you don't know which you want more, his fingers stuffing you full or his dick.
Kai kept his sharp, focused gaze on your blissful expression. Every panting gasp for breath, the rise and fall of your chest, your stiffened nipples, your sinful and pretty mouth falling open to moan his name. Tracing the heated and swollen bud between his wet muscle, noticing it had become hot and engorged as he sucked hard and furiously flicking, up and down.
Your body littered with goosebumps. "Oh god, Kai!" Your legs shook harder as the familiar knot within your lower abdomen grew tighter, your inner walls fluttering and clenching beneath his fingers. "Harder." You beg, opening your eyes, expression lost and pleading. "Faster."
Kai groaned between your lower lips, his eyes halfway rolling. Easing off to pant and mutter breathlessly, "Hold nothing back," then he eagerly leaning his face deeper between your legs, nearly suffocating himself to penetrating you harder, faster, deeper as your abused, stretched hole began wetter, hotter and breaching for release. His hand hadn't stopped stroking himself, his grip tight, imagining it was your pussy wrapped around him, trying to milk his cock for his cum. Flicking his tongue and rubbing faster, fiercer as he whimpering into your sex. He didn't think he could last much longer.
Neither could you.
It wasn't long until either of you reached orgasm.
When you buckled your hips in time with his thrusts, against his mouth, he came. Ropes of thick, white, milky cum burst from his cock, soaking his hand, in-between his fingers, your inner thigh and the shower room floor. His eyes closed-shut tight as a breathless gasp left him. He came so fast and hard that his vision nearly blackened, jolts of lightning and pleasure shivers shot from the top of his head, zipping down his spine to his throbbing and pulsing shaft.
Hearing the proud, strong, dangerous yakuza pant and whine. Sounding so pussy drunk and needy. His muffled voice sends delicious vibrating against your overstimulated clitoris and core, your legs turning into jelly as he caught you and fully supported your waist, rising to his feet to kiss you hard on the mouth. His tongue capturing yours again in a hard and possessive kiss, which snapped the cord and causing you to climax again.
You cry into his greedy, mouth, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue. Such a lewd and scandalous thing for Kai to even do on his own. You figured Hawks or maybe even Dabi would eat you out so fiercely, then ravage you with heated, unbothered and hunger kisses... but not Kai. This made your toes curl, shuddering and whimpering, melting further into the mob boss.
You two finally parted for air. Lung burning and desperate for air, yet neither wanted to part as Kai stopped his fingers but didn't withdraw.
Kai was quieter than you'd expected.
When his satisfied and bright, golden eyes met yours. You couldn't help but reach up and trace the scar Magne had given him. Your touch was gentle and tender against the sensitive skin. "Does-" You pant, swallowing thickly, then try again. "Does it still hurt?"
Kai's eyes widen in surprise. No one had ever asked him. Then again, he didn't bother voicing his opinion. He'd kept the scar as a reminder. Reminder how close to death he'd become. "It becomes agitated during the rain and cold," he finally admitted, closing his eyes and leading closer into your warm touch. "It only hurts when I have a pain splitting headache." He reopens his eyes, blushing deeply and earnestly.
You both bask in the afterglow.
You become quickly aware how soaking wet you lower lips had become. You were embarrassed that you were still turned on and horny, greedy for more. Then you thought of something you were curious about. Wondering if the claims were true that The Plague Masked wearing self-proclaimed doctor had a medical kink. Well, the worst he can say is no, right? Or laugh in your face. Deciding to throw caution into the wind you went all in.
"Do you want me to cure you, Doctor Overhaul?" Your pant, gasping for air. Your head dizzy from the rush and high of your second orgasm. Your breasts felt heavy, lower lips dampening, wetter between his fingers.
Kai didn't immediately answer. He watched with interest as you stepped away to give him a playful swish of your hips.
Kai’s lips move hungrily against yours.
You twist your head to the side to steal a breath. "We should hurry —"
Kai grabs your chin and covers your mouth with his and doesn’t let you finish the thought. "Don't think about them. Don't worry about anything, except for me and the pleasure I am willingly giving you, angel," he growls between fierce and possessive kisses. He withdrew his fingers, clutching your harder against him, pumping himself again to complete hardness, shamelessly using your own release as lubrication. "Only on me," he hooks one of his muscular forearms beneath your knees to spread you open wider, then guiding his swollen member to your wet, ready, empty canal.
You cling onto him, biting your lower lip as anticipation became torturous.
You stared at him.
Kai stared back, he didn't glance away but only for a moment. Watching the tip of his cockhead tease the entrance and hot opening to your pussy. He raised a brow, halting to remeet your eyes. "Is this truly what you want?" Something raw flickering past the haze of lust and passion. "Claim you here and not bedding your properly beneath your bed or mine? Taking you like a shameless, paid whore?"
His words and consideration, then cracks of gentleness rising to the surface shocked you.
"Yes," you nodded your head, leaning forward to trail your kiss swollen lips along his clenching jaw. "I want you like this, Kai. Claim me. Fuck me, show me the man beneath the villainous mask that you wear." You feel him begin to slowly, painstakingly slow, thrust his hips forward, parting your lower lips to slip into your welcoming, hot canal.
A voice called out from outside the shower.
"Are you two done shooting a free porno in there?" Dabi's voice rang through the men's locker room. "The gym is lockin' up f'er the night!"
You and Kai pause.
You pout in disappointment.
Kai's irritation at being interrupted evident by how fast his golden, sharp eyes narrowed and the click of his tongue. "I swear, I'm going to kill them." He muttered bitterly beneath his breath.
You exhale a breath through your nose and kiss Kai on the mouth, drawing his attention back to you. "It's okay." You whisper, giving him a soft reassuring smile, blushing. "We can try again another time."
Kai sighs, kissing you back, then pressing his forehead against yours. "I'll hold you to keep that promise." He leaned back, lowering your leg and helping you stand and guiding you two back to the shower to hastily rise off. "Don't ever force yourself, if you aren't feeling up to the task." He muttered softly without meeting your gaze.
"You aren't forcing me to do anything." You wrap your arms around him, pressing yourself and your nude body into his back.
"Do you think he killed her?" Keigo's voice breaks the intimate atmosphere now.
"He better not," Tomura chimes in, clearly pissed and wanting to go home.
Kai turns off the shower, hands you a towel, quickly drying himself and putting on his clothes, drawing the curtain back, glaring at the three nosy, noisy men standing directly across from the shower.
Dabi's lips quirk smugly. "Ah," he fakes pouting, "Big bad yakuza stuck with blue balls?"
Kai didn't acknowledge him. He simply, picked up your bag, then reentered the shower to help you unpack and redress.
Kai even wrapped you in his iconic green, purple fur-lined bombers jacket as he led you outside, wrapping an arm around you and guiding you past the three stunned onlookers. He walked you home, led you to your bedroom, gave you a chaste kiss and wished you goodnight as you were left blinking, standing outside your bedroom and completely shocked by tonights turn of events.
You saw both Dabi and Overhaul naked.
You grinded on the flame using until you came.
Then, after comforting the yakuza boss you let him give you oral and nearly had sex with him.
You groan in embarrassment, covering your hand into your burning face. "Dammit, now I feel like a slut." How were Hawks and Shigaraki going to handle this? Breakfast in the morning is going to be awkward as hell. You think to yourself as you retreat into your bedroom, locking the door this time.
No one visited you.
You slept like the dead, completely out.
No dreams plaguing your mind that night, which you were grateful for.
No visions of past lives.
Reincarnations.
Just good ol' sleep.
Come morning, Dabi, Shigaraki and Hawks left to start their new jobs.
Chisaki watched without expression as he examined it. It was a simple token of appreciation and a slightly simple romantic gesture on his part. After last night's... Extra-curricular activities. Everyone else was already at work and except for you and him. The brunette yakuza woke up early, proceeded to get ready as usual, heading out the door to walk into the closest florist and picked out a simple bouquet. Nothing over the stop. Simple, yet meaningful. Easy to carry back home on foot as he snuck back into the house, rearranging everything on the table, then made breakfast and coffee.
He calmed his breathing when your alarm clock went off, signalling you were walking up for the day. Ignoring his face becoming heated, his palms sweating or his irregular heartbeat as he focused on cooking a simple batch of pancakes, bacon and cheesy scrambled eggs. Flipping on the coffee maker as he set the table, sat down and waited.
Kai had timed every right. Down to the last minute by the time you walked down the hallway minutes later, rubbing your eyes and heading towards the kitchen as you muttered beneath your breath, still half awake and half sleep despite the warm shower you took, "Coffee, coffee, coffee." He felt his lips quirk an inch higher in amusement. It became an odd montra you'd react every morning as you walked past the kitchen table and directly towards the coffee marker, going the simple motions of making your coffee. He'd already set everything you needed: sugar at the bottom of the cup, spoon laid out on the spoon holder on the right, your favorite cup in the middle, then your chilled coffee creamer on your left.
The arouma of coffee and freshly made breakfast, everything still steaming and popping hot hit his nose and made his stomach shift in hunger, but he ignored it for the time being.
After completing your overly sugar coated coffee you twirled slowly, leaned against the counter and took your first sip of coffee with your eyes closed. You inhaled it then brought it to your lips and sipped it, Kai watched you swallow it and hum in satisfaction. He embarrassingly squirmed in his seat, reminiscing what you had down last night... with your mouth and hands. Swallowing thickly and licking his lips, inwardly groaning when you moaned. God, he swears you are making the inappropriate and sinful noise on purpose to get a rise out of him.
Lowering his gaze back down to the column he's read three times to appear busy when you finally open your eyes and notice everything on the kitchen table.
Observing as you took the small bouquet of roses and lilies into your arms, setting them in a vase, all but one from the half dozen to sample the fragrance. A smile rising as you touch the soft petals with your fingertips.
"Thank you, Kai." You hummed to yourself. "How did you know roses and lilies were my favorite?"
His cheeks colored beneath his black duster mask. His body instantly remembered your heated, soft caressed along his body, giving him service, pleasure and further fueling his obsession. "You were staring at them intently and with longing when you thought no one was looking on route to the gym yesterday." Kai spoke, his voice calm, logical and light.
You noticed him sitting in your seat on the couch, reading the newspaper when you knew he was watching you. "Won't you join me for breakfast?" You glance over your shoulder, peering at him with a coy smile and come hither stare. You recognized the intense hunger, his golden hues bright and dark. Promising one of the original sins of the bible. His eagerness and precious control threatened to break and give into his inner demons, depravity and awakened addiction fix and lustful craving.
He came towards you and lightly touched her face with his fingers. "How can I deny you when you stare at me with unshameful boldness and want?"
You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck. "I'm walking on cloud nine." You smiled, eyes growing heavy lidded. "If I could, I would fly."
He surprised you by lowering his mask and placed a chaste, reverenced kiss on your forehead. His eyes seemed darker, larger, and kinder. " I want..." He stopped, then grew flustered and turned away. He laughed in spite of himself.
A gentle silence fell between them.
You cupped his unmasked cheek. His heated skin felt warm beneath your touch, "Hey, it's okay to take our time and be happy. Enjoy the afterglow and honeymoon phase of our relationship." You stare back at the flowers and breakfast. "Let's eat and talk." You wink. "If we hurry, we can do more... unsolicited and naughty explorations before you drop me off at work, deal?"
"You drive a hard bargain, angel." Kai whispers in your ear, lowering his head to place a claiming bite down on your neck, not enough to break the skin, but hard to leave teeth mark of ownership.
You moan, eyes closed half shut in pleasure. Your hands gripping the back of his black dress shirt, nails digging into the fabric. You held a familiar hardness pressing half mass and throbbing against your lower abdomen. "If we keep this up breakfast will get cold." You gasp, his hands clamping onto your waist, dragging your closer, chests flushed together.
You swear you heard a growl of frustration radiate from the back of his throat.
--- end of chapter 21 ----
I really need to stop writing and editing when I'm half asleep on my phone. X////x Opps.
But it's finally done!
The heat and tension, mixed fillings and secrets out between Kai and mc.
Thoughts!
Poor Kai and mc were sooo close to finally banging... and Dabi had to ruin it. XD Jealous, greedy blue flamed hellcat.
I meant to post this after Kai's birthday fanfic, but... I fell asleep. I swear to God, I hit saved, but it posed halfway finished... so if anyone is confused that's why. Dammit. X////x
Happy birthday, Kai! Gotta feed myself and my fellow Overhaul fangirlies!
Four. Four soulmates. Oh Kamisama no! - Reader x ShiggyOverDabiHawks 15
💞Chapter 15: Guardians
Years all Hawks has ever known and breathed, survived and lived underneath The Golden Cage within The Safety Commission. Acting like the Hero, chained and always held by a leash while trudging through the darkness, following orders, getting his hands stained with blood, killed for the greater good and will of The Commission. Made his Hero debut and quickly climbed the ranks, soaring higher and higher toward the sun, but never truly free.
It's all he's ever known.
Bright lights, smile and wave.
Collect intel, follow the target, report back.
Darkness, hunt and aim for the kill.
His grip tightened the railing as he jumps from building, following your retreating figure, his gut still churning and sinking with every piece of information you had dumped onto his lap and left. What you said last, the look of pity within your misty vision kept harder than any slap to the face he'd ever been given as the air left his lungs. He wanted to fly down in front of you and embrace you again and apologize properly, this overwhelming and sinking feeling of guilt continued to grow.
Hawks amber eyes shifted from your figure to the one quickly tailing behind you.
Overhaul.
Hawks tucked his wings closer to his back, feathers rustling in a small, unsettled motion.
He studied your face for a moment, watching your anger expression soften as you furiously wiped away tears of sadness and frustration with the back of your hand as you sniffed.
That's when Overhaul called out to you, approach you with caution, graceful and measure steps before stopping a respectful distance away and offered you a packet of pocket tissues. The yakuza's expression was calm, emotionless mask of indifferent set-in place as he peered into your earnest and vulnerable expression.
Hawks leaned slightly forward as if trying to get a better look. Silently, he watched with a quiet, aching intensity, longing and yearning twisting and tight within his chest. Emotions that might not have gone unnoticed, if anyone else paid attention to the red winged birdman as he turned his full attention back to you.
Your face and shoulders softened with visible relief, the tension beneath Hawks wings easing and unknotting as though your voice returned to its beautiful, softness. Just like the good, trusting little dove that you were you took it, sniffing and offering Overhaul a small smile and thanking him.
Overhaul stared, transfixed. Then he blinked, cleared his throat and replied that it was nothing.
After using and repocketing the tissues, offering the packet back, Overhaul refused saying you could keep it.
You turned to leave, but Overhaul offered to walk you the rest of the way.
Instead of turning the yakuza down, you accepted his offer.
The blonde's expression nearly crumbled as irritation rose, his jaw tightening as he straightened his posture. Observing every step Overhaul took as the brunette approached you with slow, deliberate steps and walked beside you, the air around Hawks turning colder with each one. His wings shifted, brushing faintly behind him like he was trying to control all of the raging territorial and feral instincts clawing to get out, pushing back his current emotional state as the world shut down around him, a tremor and pulse beat within his heart and base of his wings. The voice inside his head whispering to rush forward, steal you away from wingless, villainous male and become your companion on your way to work.
Hawks shook his head, the motion accompanied by a soft rustle of his wings and followed behind, prowling, clenched fists. He needed to find an outlet, something to release some of his anger, jealousy and confusion. So long Hawks had made it a rule to keep woman at arm's length, keeping his bed warm for no longer than a night or two before moving on with his life or into the next one's arms and embrace. Knowing that it he never got attached, he's never get hurt. He'd never fall too deep. Was this karma coming back? Being send into this unknown world to win the heart of a woman he's barely known for no more than a week, following, learning little things about you. Your habits, your likes and dislikes.
Last night had been the first time he'd came face to face with you. How had you already awakened these feelings, instincts which had apparently laying buried and dormant all his life.
Hawks took a deep breath, calming and shaking himself as he decided to let the Villain accompany you in his stead as he faced the direction of a bakery, decided to get you something as an apology from when you get home. He couldn't shake this nagging feeling of guilt and familiar sense of deja vu. Did he know you? No, he couldn't. The breakdown and heartbroken expression on your face as he held you within his arms, offering you comfort and never wanted to let go.
Dejected, Hawks left, jumped down in the opposite direction, forcing himself to keep going. Breathing in your sweet scent, calming him down as he held it within his lungs until the organs began to burn, begging for air. He felt a warmth blossoming within his ribs
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The faster you walk down the street, the worse you feel; reflecting on how you completely snapped. Your raw, unguarded feeling and opinions came spilled out. You overshared too much as your temper and emotions fizzled out of control. A temper you shared with your grandpa. When you were pushed... you pushed back, tears bleeding into rage and anger, then more tears until you became a pitiful, whimpering, sobbing mess. Curse your sensitive and honest, bleeding heart. Sympathizing with the villains? Who doesn't?
There you go again, opening your big mouth, scolding and having an argument with a dangerous man. Sure, Hawks might be less likely to hurt you out of the four, but you didn't want to take any chances. Your body was still overwhelmed, trembling as your hand tightened on your purse. Wiping away another stream of tears, trying to fight back more. Great, just great, you've bawled your eyes out twice in front of them like a big baby.
I know they will corner me again for information as soon as my shift is over. You inwardly groan. Unless they rummage through the house first.
Last night's conversation threw you off guard. Not only were you an old soul, their fates soul mate, but also reincarnation and were their supposed lover in your past lives? It baffled you, confused you and explained why you felt so drawn to them. First Shigaraki, Dabi, Overhaul and then Hawks.
It didn't explain why you could touch Shigaraki? Why Hawks was showing signs of acting as a male birdman, being overprotective and affectionate with its female. Or the strange tingling sensation skittering across your skin whenever you touch Overhaul? How your pain receptors were cranked up to a hundred when they tried to sever their bond with you?
You heard Overhaul calling out to you from behind, causing you to stop on your tracks and glance over your shoulder. How long has he been stalking you? "Overhaul?" You sniffed, wiping away your wet cheeks with the sleeve of your cardigan. "Something wrong?"
The villain paused, keeping a respectful distance between you. His golden hues met your tearful, curious gaze. He remained quiet, inwardly not knowing why he'd rushed after you. Something compelled him to chase after you, the same unfamiliar feelings bubbling deep within him yesterday in the supermarket. "No." He replied slowly, reaching into his pants pocket with his left hand and offered you a packet of pocket tissues. "Here."
You blink, taking them. "Thank you." You whisper in surprise, smiling softly through your hazy vision. A headache already forming. You hadn't slept well, you cried your heart out and skipped breakfast. It's no wonder you felt exhausted and shitty. You take out a tissue or two, then try to hand it back, which he refuses flatly.
You turned, blowing your noses, stuffing it into your purse, threw it into a mini trash bag you kept inside and using your bottle of moisturizing hand sanitizer.
"Did you mean what you said?" Overhaul muttered out loud, his nonchalant expression unchanged. Inside he was just as shaken by your confessions. You knew way more about them, about him than he'd originally thought or what had been mentioned or revealed by the author of My Hero Academia. Neither of their lives ever allowed any of them for any sort of attachments aside for those within their chosen profession or inner circle. He specifically never trusted anyone aside from Pops and Hari, everyone else he pushed away with a ten foot pole and air tight bubble.
He'd learn from a young age he could only trust and count on himself to free himself, using his curse of a quirk. He never wanted to become someone's science project or chained down ever again. The world was infected by the plague or quirks and hero syndrome. And yet, something deeper drew him to you. Not just as your soulmate or lack of quirk. He couldn't place his finger on it.
When he heard the weak, pitiful uncontrollable outbursts of sobs and tears. He felt his heartbeat clench, strangling and an invisible wright pressing into his chest.
"Which part?" You asked, tilting your head. "I basically bumble fucked and trauma dumped yours, Dabi's and Shigaraki lore and back stories in rapid fire back there." You shifted your gaze away, holding your burning cheek. "Sorry about that."
Overhaul's lips lowered into a frown. "That villains are people too?" Overhaul stepped closer, keeping his expression blank, his face heating beneath his mask as he carefully searched your earnest and blushing face. That sentence cut him deeply, deeper than any scalpel had in a long time.
"Of course, I did." You breathed softly, lifting and meeting his focused, unblinking, soul searching and direct stare. You were drawn into his pools of liquid golds.
You both remain quiet
Somehow his presence had a calming effect on your overworked and frail nerves. It wasn't right. You knew Overhaul was the most deadly, on par with Shigaraki with the use of his quirk, given Shigaraki's quirk is a copy of Overhaul's to begin with. God, if Tomura's mind broke the moment AFO told him to his face during The Final Battle with Midoriya. How was Overhaul going to handle it? It shattered your heart as you burst into tears at another demonstration of AFO's and Garaki's cruelty.
You frown, awkwardly running your tongue over your glossy bottom lip. "Would you-"
"Would you allow me to walk you the rest of the way to your workplace?" Overhaul offered, simply. Feeling his heartbeat quicken and cheeks reddening, giving away his awkward nervousness, pleased to have kept his voice calm and steady.
Your eyes widened, then returned to normal. "I'd like that, if it isn't too much trouble?" You reply, smiling brightly.
"Very well." Overhaul nodded his head, expending an arm. "Lead the way." He knew where you worked, although he'd never been inside himself. You didn't need to know that.
He stepped closer carefully without overcrowding or touching, lifting his hand instinctively to guard you forward. Every once in a while his gaze would drift to catching the early morning sunlight trailing beams of golden light on the top of your head or how it changed your eye color. His breath stuttered, quickly refocusing his eyes forward as his face flushed scarlet beneath his duster mask. Butterflies fluttered within his stomach, his throat drying and forcing his breathing to become slower.
These unfamiliar and annoying new sensations and emotions choking, trembling and tormenting him were a hindrance. Overhaul hated being in lack of control. His raised a gloved hand, pressing the heel of his palm against his brow, overwhelmed, sharply straightening his posture. If this is the soulmate's bond or beginning of love sickness, it's taking root deeper and faster than I thought. He inward huffed.
Reaching your workplace you turned towards Overhaul. "Thank you." You smiled up at him. "You don't have to follow me in. I'll be fine."
Overhaul blinked slowly, raising a brow. "Why?" He couldn't help himself. It went against everything Pops drilled into his head about The Shie Hassaikai's old chivalrous code of honor. He may have disregarded and broken every other rule in the book, but he would be damned, if he allowed the woman he was supposed to magically romance out of his sight without scouting the perimeter of his new territory for danger or threat. If bars here were as noisy and rowdy as back home, then he needed to check first hand.
Your smile tightened. "I don't want you to feel jealous as soon as I walk through the door." You admitted. God, you forgot that Overhaul, Kai Chisaki was as blatantly stubborn as the rest of your love interests. At least, he asked questions and didn't sugar coat things.
"I highly doubt that." Overhaul answered, his tone was disbelieving, thin brow raised.
There was that arrogance, pride and dismissiveness again. The real question was, not if Kai could get jealous, but when? Could be control himself? Stand by and watch normal men shamelessly flirt with the yakuza boss' soulmate? His other half and destined one? Call yourself arrogant, but you were interested to see a hint of jealousy in the usually stoic man.
You blinked. "Do you think I'm ugly?" It was stupid, but that did hurt. You frowned and turned away from him, gripping the door handle and opened it when Overhaul's gloved hand reached out and slammed it shut. Causing you to jump and peaking nervously out from over your shoulder. "Overhaul?"
The taller man appeared to be just as shocked; he acted on reflex.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Don't go putting words into my mouth." Stepping closer into your personal space and whispered, "Don't doubt your self-worth."
You could smell the hint of mint and citrus invading your nose. You swallowed and nodded your head. You honestly didn't expect to get a pep-talk from Overhaul no less. You stared into his burning golden gaze, you saw something soft. "Okay." You muttered, shyly. "Again, thank you, Overhaul."
"It's against proper manners, but given our rare circumstances I'll allow you to call me by my first name when we are out in public." He really looked uncomfortable with the idea, but was offering an olive branch. "Lessens the confusion when you use my villain name or last name." He explained smoothly, his pulse jumping beneath his skin. Shoving away his discomfort.
"Okay." You smile softly. "Thank you, Kai." Once again, you feel that foreign feeling. Knew you were breaking a taboo as your cheeks burned and you inwardly squirmed.
His heartbeat quickens and his grip to tighten on the door, glance away and awkwardly clear his throat as he blushes underneath his duster mask. "Come, we don't need you to be late." With that, he opened the door and lead you inside.
You felt his hand on the small of your back, a simple touch. You felt the heat of his skin and palm grazing, then falling back down on his side. What was that about? You don't remember Overhaul being this kind in canon. Let alone letting anyone other than Pops or Hari call him by his first name. You knew he hated when Deku or Lemillion called him by his last name during the Shie Hassaikai raid, completely denying the name he threw away.
The moment you and him entered, everyone's eyes were on you two.
You noticed regulars and unfamiliar faces shifted from you to your companion. "Morning guys." You called, greeting with a practiced perfect smile.
A chorus of your name echoed throughout the bar.
"Go ahead and sit... Kai.." you whispered softly, shrugging off your cardigan and purse as you headed straight towards the bartenders counter. "Let me make you a non alcoholic beverage, if you'd like."
"No, thank you." He refuses flatly, an expression of disgust curling his lips. "Chilled bottled water is fine."
You don't blame him. Then again, you always make sure to clear your glasses before and after use. You weren't going to argue. Twirling on your feet, bending down, opening the mini fridge and grabbing a bottle water, opened it, resealed it and placed it on a coaster in front of him as he took a seat.
That's when the wolf whistles and the cat calls ringed out.
"Nice ass, Y/n, baby!"
"Today's going to be a fuckin' perfect day, if our sweetheart is here!"
"Y/n, love would ya give me a refill?"
"Coming!" You called, taking a deep breath, tying on an apron, pulling out a pen and notepad, quickly writing down orders you knew by heart. "Excuse me, Kai." You whispered, smiling. "Duty calls."
The brunette nodded, sipping his cold bottled water gingerly.
The bar quickly became packed for a Saturday night.
You were taking orders, giving the cook in the back food orders, refilling glass after glass filled with alcohol or soda. Slipping into the back to grab the bus boy out of the kitchen to gather dirty dishes ready for washing, then proceed to mope the floors and wipe down tables and the counter. People continued drinking, paid and left or new customers came in. Some alone and others in droves and packs.
Overhaul noticed the lingering, hungry, stares and shameless leering ogling your figure; specifically, your backside and breasts. It wasn't just you. Strangers, tipsy women or ones filled with liquid courage would shuffle nervous toward him.
"Excuse me, handsome." One busty, slutty looking red head winked at him, offering him a flirtatious smile and a wink while twirling the end of her hair with her finger. "Could you buy me a drink? Or may I buy you one?" She bit her red colored lip.
Overhaul's eyes narrowed, he sneered and snorted in disgust. "No."
She pouted her plump lips and batted her thick lashes, pressed her arms closer to her chest, squishing her breasts together to try and entice him. "Please?" Making her voice sound falsely cute.
Pathetic. Overhaul's brow twitched in annoyance. "I believe I already gave you my answer, now leave."
The clueless woman wasn't taking no for an answer. Choosing to step closer and invade his personal space, raising a hand to try and touch him.
The audacity. Overhaul's posture turned tight and rigid, muscles wound and strained as phantom itches crawled down from his head to his toes.
You came behind the woman, wrapped your fingers around her wrists. "Lacey." You greeted, smiling a tight lipped smile. "Haven't seen you in a while."
The woman's shock, quickly melted away as Lacey matched your tone and expression. "Y/n, dear they let you still work here?"
"Unfortunately yes." You nod your head. "I'm surprised they let you back in here."
Overhaul gave you an appreciative glance but kept his guard up.
"I'm there singer." Lacey huffed, yanking her wrist free and placed a hand on her hip and using her other to flip her hair over her shoulder. "Of course, I work here."
"If you call that cat screeching singing." You cross your arms over your chest.
Patrons wolf whistled.
"Cat fight!"
"Hell yeah, Y/n and Lacey are having another beef!"
"Kick her ass, Y/n!"
"Scratch her eyes, Lacey!"
"Well, if you excuse me I was asking this handsome stranger for a drink." Lacey gave you her back, softening her expression to pay attention to Overhaul. Ignoring his heated glare.
You placed your hand on her shoulder and yanked her backwards and nearly knocked her off her balance in her eight inch stilettos. "I believe he told you no, twice, Lacey." Your lips became a firm, thin line.
"He's just shy." Lacey huffed, shrugging your hand off.
You flicker your gaze from Lacey to Overhaul. "Nope, he looks disgusted and pissed off. Leave him alone and go fill up another man who actually wants your plastic, barbie wannabe fake ass."
Lacey's took offense to that. "Fake? Plastic? Me?!"
A line of snickers filled the air and one came from Overhaul as he covered it up with a cough and the back of his gloved hand.
"Yup." You nodded your head, smirking. "Fake hair, fake lashes, fake honey golden tan and those tits aren't real." You shrug, readjusting your top, smug smirk growing. "Unlike these."
"Your tits and fat ass are the only thing keeping Asher from firing you." Lacey reported, sneering.
You click your tongue. "Oh yeah? And your cat yells and skank ass is still here for being the bars honorary bathroom slut and blowjob queen."
Cheers, laughter and glasses clinked together.
"Fine." Lacey stomped away. "Keep him. Don't come crying to me when he bends your tight ass against the bar like a mongrel in heat."
"Unlike you miss, she works hard and actually listens when told the word "no" and gets rejected." Overhaul replies, standing to his full height and staring her down with a deadly glare, voice dripping with venom and dark frost.
Lacey's mouth fell open as she turned and briskly strutted away.
You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Jesus Christ, she's a pain in the ass." You groan in exasperation. "I'm sorry, Kai." You frown.
"It's alright." Overhaul replies, sitting back down. "I'm used to it." He inwardly shuddered, his hand gripped the edge of the counter, the wood straining and groaning, his fingertips twitching and tense, white knuckled.
You were about to offer him an alcoholic drink as you rounded the counter stack a pile of dirty dishes and push them away.
Two men decided to clash.
It started with shoving and cursed, then quickly escalated.
"Damn." You sigh, pinched your nose with your middle and index finger. "Can't I go one day without having to break up a fight."
Usually, Overhaul wouldn't have cared, but he offered anyways. "Want me to handle it?"
You perked up in surprise. "What?"
Overhaul opened his mouth to repeat his offer.
The two men were about to crash again and heading straight your way. You were stuck in the middle of the bar, the stools and there was no escape. One guy picked up a glass and hurled it. The other ducked. You closed your eyes, turning and covering your head, waiting for impact, but it never came.
"Oh, shit, sorry Y/n." One of the customers panicked, recognizing you.
You didn't focus on what they said. No, you were face to face with a man's chest, you tilted your head back to meet Overhaul's fierce golds. His eyes narrowed, a hint of ice and annoyance bleeding through his calm and icy exterior. He-He protected you. He caught the glass with one hand, the glass cracked within his gloved palm, nicking his hand, blood dripping down his forearm and dripping down onto the freshly cleaned floor.
Your heart is pounded wildly in your chest, like it was trying to escape and seek comfort with his own. "T-Thank you, Chisaki." You whispered, fingers curling around the front of his hoodie. You felt his solid, hard body and hint of muscle you knew he kept hidden underneath his baggy clothes. His warmth beneath your fingertips, his heartbeat pounding and drumming.
Chisaki opened his mouth to speak — and closed it. A deep heated blush coloring his cheeks beneath his white duster mask as he swallowed thickly. Breathing became impossible. His heartbeat thundering hard within his ribcage, you felt so plush and soft against his body. Lust shot through his blood like wildfire as he bit back a groan, a shiver rolling down his spine, his gaze flickered down to your glossy, peach colored lips. He begins to wonder what it would be like to kiss you. Shaking himself, Chisaki awkwardly clears his throat and backs away. "Think nothing of it," he muttered softly, then straightened his posture, fixing his clothes and turn to face the two men who started this foolish ruckus other a woman like two drunk idiots. "Now, I believe you two have had enough and should leave." He spoke calmly, but you caught it the hint of ice and annoyance in his tone. "But first, you owe her an apology."
You noticed the gold reflecting a deeper, darker shade underneath the overhead lights.
The air shifting, all semblance of rough housing, drunken merriment and noise became nonexistent. Overhaul's commanding presence and authoritative nature rising to the surface without breaking eye contract with the two bar patrons who froze beneath the yakuza's coldblooded, fierce and predatory stare.
"W-We're sorry." The older one muttered, trying to keep his voice from cracking, it failed.
The younger one nodded his head. "Yeah," His gaze shifted to yours as he offered a wobbly, sheepish, panicked smile. "We'er sorry, Y/n. So so sorry."
The brunette mob boss wasn't pleased or convinced. "Not good enough," he raised his bleeding hand and pointed downward, narrowing his glacier gaze. "Bow to her and apologize again." He didn't care, if he wasn't in his world, the future mistress of the Shie Hassaikai will be given every ounce of respect she deserves.
"What?" Both men repeated, faces flushing in embarrassment and paling.
"We just apologized-" The youngest spoke first before Overhaul cut him off.
"I said to bow," His tone firmer, patience thinning, gloved knuckle tightening and twitching as he reworded his demand and order. "Prostrate yourself and beg for her forgiveness again." Overhaul stepped forward, the habit of fiddling with his glove appeared, which drew your attention, beginning to inwardly panicking and snapping yourself out of your daze. "Or I will force you myself." His voice firm and final.
You clear your throat, slowly and hesitantly, raise a hand and grip the corner sleeve of his hoodie. "C-Chisaki, it's alright." You try to calm him down and soothe his temper without getting into his personal space any further than you had already. Knowing he hated it.
Overhaul didn't back down. "If they are going to make fools of themselves, disrespect you and think they will walk away without learning proper discipline and humility, then they will learn today."
Your boss, Asher came out from the back. "What the hell is going on here?"
You whirl your head around as Asher takes in the mess on the floor, Overhaul standing between you and two of his customers, silently piecing together what happened. "Ash." You muttered sheepishly. "I can explain-"
"These two drunken and bumbling customers started to drawl and wasn't paying attention and almost injured one of your employees." Overhaul spoke, halfway turning and meeting your bosses' eyes. "I stepped in and asked them to apologize properly." A hint of irritation evident as he shifted his tone to become more polite and civil.
Asher sighed, running a hand through his black and silver hair. "Dammit, I told you two to go home an hour ago." He walked forward until he stood between both men, flaring hard with a disapproving stare, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What new, slutty, white trash eye candy were you two dumbasses fighting over this time?"
"Uh..." The younger one blinked, shifting his fearful gaze from the brunette Japanese man to Asher. "Was it Candy with an I? Or K?" He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, blushing a harder shade and bowing his head down in shame.
"No, it was Crystal with a K." The elder man reminded, rolling his eyes.
"I don't give a flying fuck if the whore was waving a million dollars out of her fake tits or g-string." Asher growled, pointing his thumb over his shoulder. "Apologize to Y/n, her foreigner boyfriend and take the woman with you. I don't give a damn if you two fight over her, gang bang her or do a line of snow or crystal on her ass, get the fuck out."
Overhaul watched in silent amusement.
You released a breath you had been holding and let go of his sleeve. You met his eyes, noticing an unsettling calmness washing over him, his hard stance visibly relaxing. As he gave an appreciative hum, a hint of respect shinning within his gaze. "Those are a colorful choice of words." He snickered underneath his breath, trying to keep quiet but you heard it.
"Asher ran a biker gang when he was younger," you lean closer to whisper only for his ears. "Among other things or so I've heard."
Asher spun slowly, meeting Chisaki's gaze. "Been a long time since I've seen a young yakuza around here." He spoke in perfect japanese, shocking both you and Chisaki.
Chisaki recovered quickly. "Yes, pardon my rudeness. It's a bad habit I'm afraid." He gave a small, formal bow in greeting which Asher returned, grinning and released a loud bark of a laugh.
"I knew it." Asher switched back to English. "You are far away from Japan son." His silver-blue gaze shifted from Chisaki to you. "Looks like you got yourself a hard ass of a boyfriend ain'tcha Y/n. At least, someone who's got a strong head on his shoulders and knows how to start and stop a fight."
Both you and Chisaki blushed.
"He isn't Asher." You mumbled, cheeks heating. "He just accompanied me to work is all."
Asher tilted his head, curiosity and interest shining. "A man doesn't leap onto danger and protect a woman without a reason, selfish or otherwise. At least, now around here." He waved you off. "Now, go get the first aid kit while I made jackass one and two some coffee to sober their asses before shoving them out the door."
"Yes, sir!" You nod, your head. Quickly spinning on your heels and run around the bar, dunking underneath and pulling out the first aid kit. "Here, Chisaki." You called out to him gently, your hand hovering over his own, then freeze knowing he didn't like to be touched without his permission. "Please sit and let me see." You sit down on one of the bar stools beside him.
"No need, I can heal myself." He replied underneath his breath.
"Yes, but not in public you can't." You whisper back. "Now, give it, please." You hold out your hand, waiting for him to give his palm to you. You know you are really pushing his boundaries and comfort zone. It cannot be helped.
Sighing, the yakuza lowered his elbow on the counter, slipping off his glove and showed you his hand.
You washed your hands, put on surgical gloves, picking up tweezers, rubbing alcohol, cotton balls and band aids out of the first aid kit. You reached out, paused, then let one of your fingertips barely graze the wound to examine it further. "It doesn't look too deep, maybe a slight graze." You tilt your head.
The small gesture could be easily overlooked by an outside, but the small action caused the brunette's muscles beneath his hand to twitch, sensitive to your hint of warmth and touch. “Please be careful, Chisaki,” You scolded lightly, smiling, showing signs of being visibly happier and calmer.
For a moment, his heart tightened because you leaned in close. Too close for comfort. He remained stock-still, watching, awkward, helpless, breath shattering quietly as you worked, patching him up in silence. His posture lacked its usual arrogance, settling his free hand in his lap.
He swallowed the nervous tension pulsing underneath his skin, staring longer than necessary, wordlessly assessing and checking for wounds you might were hiding. "I've been through worse fights and near-death experiences than a simple bar fight" Chisaki murmured, finding his voice again. “Is it like this every day and night?” Raising a thin brow.
"On weekends yes." You replied, carefully cleaning the wound after removing the tiny sharps of glass from the wound.
Chisaki didn't flinch or make a sound.
It made your heartache within your chest. You knew his Overhaul quirk pained him whenever he'd been forced to use it on himself. He clearly developed a high pain tolerance for pain and his quirks drawback.
Asher kept his attention on you and Chisaki the whole time, sporting a knowing smirk on his lips. Sooner or later a hard man, a mob boss, a seasonal, stone hearted man cracks beneath the touch of a sweet lady. He's seen it millions of times. They may fool themselves into thinking they are too cold hearted, rough and carry too much blood on their hands to ever accept the pure love of only a woman destined to them could give them.
Both men nursed their cups of steaming hot, bitter coffees, shifting their gazes from Asher to you and this newcomer.
"What's got you in a good mood, Ash?" The eldest teased, shoving two aspirin into his mouth, gingerly sipping his beverage.
"Watching lady luck and fate work their magic." Asher chuckled, softly. "Since our goddess can't be here in person. We've been tasked with looking after the little lady and her four train wreck soulmates." He nudged his head in the direction of you and Kai Chisaki.
"They've been stalking the place since last week." The younger man, Valcon huffed, leaning his chin in his hand. "Didn't think germ boy would be the first to make a move. My bet was on that red feathered bird." His green eyes rolled as he sighed, adding ice cubes into his coffee to help cool it down faster. "Thanks for the heads up, Thatch."
Thatch wacked Valcon on the back of the head, "You started it, Val." He hissed between clinched teeth, glancing over the shoulder as you finished bandaging the injured mob bosses wounded hand. "Mister kill us with one touch nearly would have turned us into blood, guts and runny tomato soup, if it wasn't for Y/n or Ash stepping in."
"Would you rather face patchwork face or mister dust y'er pants, huh?" Valcon countered, popping a piece of ice into his mouth and biting down.
"It isn't easy moving here and you two know that." Asher tapped his finger on the edge of his coffee mug. "We've watched Y/n as her guardians and now, it's the boys turn to step up and take over."
"Mistress said she seemed shaken after last night's meeting and quickly sent her home." Thatch frowned, rubbing his aching forehead. "You don't think she'll start remembering her past lives any time soon do you?" He returned his focus back to Asher. "Poor girls got enough on her plate dealing with their soulmate bonds. Adding their reincarnations and past lives would only confuse and break her."
"If any of them hope to move forward, their past memories, mistakes need to be brought to light, sooner or later." Valcon interrupted.
---- end of chapter 15 ---
I know Hawks and Overhaul stole the spotlight again, but don't worry Touya and Shiggs will return next chapter! 💙🫶🥰
Four. Four soulmates. Oh Kamisama no! - Reader x ShiggyOverDabiHawks
💞Chapter 1 - Ignorance is Bliss
You always thought it would be nice to experience anime in real life when you were young, a child even. Then as you grew up, the thought faded. It was too childish and ridiculous. You'd think about that wish and inwardly cringe sooo hard. Who wouldn't want something unexpected to happened out of nowhere, or otherworldly?
Well, maybe not someone who doesn't like surprises.
You suppose that's fair.
Maybe a cute gag here and there, a chance to meet your soulmate or the person connected to your red string of fate.
It sounded nice.
Would save you the heartache, disappointment and skip the drama. Perhaps start you two off on the right track?
Sounded nice and pleasant.
You definitely didn't expect God above or whoever the hell was looking out for you to give you, one, two, three, no…. four possible soul mates! Characters from My Hero Academia to be precise! Three villains and a Hero, no less! Was this god playing a cruel joke on you or something?
Wait. Hold up, let's go back.
To twenty-four hours ago.
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It was your day off and you decided to go to get some errands done. You woke up bright and early, showering, dressing in a cute red and black plaid skirt, white long sleeved sweater, black pantyhoes with rose designs on it and red heels. It was crisp, but not overly chilly or too hot as the fall weather starting to come, multi-colored leaves falling off the trees.
Hot apple cider, pumpkin pie and flavored treats and drinks were everywhere. Your favorite time of year! You couldn't be happier!
You thought your eyes were playing trick with you as you entered the coffee and donuts shop. You saw a familiar spiky black haired man with burnt, patchwork, stapled skin as he carried black coffee and strawberry donuts; he covered his face with his navy raincoat and a black duster mask.
Dabi? You blinked. Nah, it's a cosplayer. You smiled to yourself.
Decided to leave him be and enjoy his breakfast you walked past him.
Oblivious that the Villain's azure blue eyes were following you.
You ordered a warm apple cider with whipped cream and cinnamon coffee cake. It was your treat to yourself after a long week at work. You totally deserved it!
After paying, sitting down to eat and drink your sugary breakfast with a low hum on you lips to yourself and nearly stopping yourself from physically kicking your feet back and forth as you scrolled on your phone. Check messages, emails, socials and your check list as to not get to distracted.
You blink as you finished the last bite of your coffee cake. Were you being watched? You glance around and not noticing anything out of the ordinary, or anyone looking at you, but you still shivered and rubbed your arm, then sipped your drink. God, I hope it's not the caffeine jitters. You never had them, but you had a few friends who did.
Throwing away your trash, double checking for any messes or crumbs, you grabbed a wet wipe from you purse and quickly wiped down the table as you pocketed your phone. What can you say? Old habits died hard from being a waitress in your teens. Nodding with a self satisfied smile you left a tip in the tip jar for the staff and left.
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Dabi sat in the far back of the coffee shop, savoring his breakfast. Periodically checking his phone, he still had no signal which irked him as he scowled underneath his mask. Every once in a while, he would watch you. You had this peaceful and sappy smile on your face. Dare he call it cute? Not that he was going to say it out loud. It was his turn to follow you this morning after birdbrain tailed you yesterday and figured out your routine with one of his annoying feathers.
It had been a week since they were somehow transported from their world and into this one. It was a pain in the ass for keep Shiggy and Overjerk from killing each other, if Hawks had intervened.
His leg bounce in annoyance as he remembered the stupid new worlds match making God's words, "If you all want to go home, then you must make your soul mate fall in love with you and choose one of you four. Simple!"
Great, there lives hung on the balance of some doll. Dabi supposed that you weren't displeasing. There's no way in hell you would accept him, handjob or Toucan bitch. But it wasn't like he wasn't going to lose the competition to the feathered winged chicken. Oh, the over confidant and bright smile the Japan's Number Three Hero and words entered his mind, "Don'tcha worry, fella's I'll win the girl in no time flat! Count on me! I'm Japan's most eligible bachelor after all."
The more Dabi thought about it. The more pissed off and heated he would get before he cooled his temper and reschooled his features, placing his mask of indifference back on. The flame users mood brightened as he finally had access to the shops wifi, he opened his messages and texted the others.
Blue: I'm in and the target's heading towards you germfreak.
Finishing the last of his strawberry donuts and black coffee, he stood, pocketed his phone and left towards his next destination. It was his turn to shake down some losers for cash or pickpocket, whichever he felt like. Didn't care. Unless he turned them into a pile of ash, but the beaked shithead nagged about them keeping a low profile. Jesus fucking Christ, he was worse than a mother hen, nag, nag, nag, bitch, bitch, bitch. He honestly didn't know who the fuck needed to get laid more, Overhoe or Crusty?
Dabi's phone buzzed, he took it out and opened the message, a smug smirk curling as he snickered.
Raven (Bird Bitch): Watch your tone blue flame. Don't getting into too much trouble.
Blue: Yah, yah, I got it. Thanks, mom.
He watched the line of dots appear as the overly huffy yakuza boss was furiously typing away and about to nag him, again.
Raven (Bird Bitch): Just complete your task and hurry back to the base. The meet-up is tomorrow and don't be late.
Dabi can already imagine the feathered Toucan glaring at his phone in his hand now. He's too easy.
Shoving his phone and his hand into his pocket again, he spotted an easy and clearly morning drunken target. Hello, money bags.
Dabi pulled his hood further up, covering his hair and made sure his mask was in place as he stalked towards the unsuspecting victim, his eyes brightening and excitement rushing through his veins.
