" You should be in bed.” Hawks said leaning against the door.
She was very much not in bed, and found herslelf standing in the bathroom mirror, looking at her reflection. She had to do something about her hair, but she broke one of her arms, and 3 fingers on the other. Sure she go to bed doing absolutley nothing with her hair, but it would become a mess that nothing short of shaving it all off would fix it.
“ I gotta do something to my hair?”
“ Then why aren’t you?” he asked, walking behind her. His hands wrapped around her waist.
“ I fucked up both of my hands.” she snapped. Her arms felt like shit, and she wanted to throw up and sleep. But she wouldn’t throw up beacause she hadn’t eaten all day, and she couldn’t sleep until her hair was braided her hair. And she couldn’t braid her hair because her arm hurt.
Keigo didn’t take it personally, he knew that she was in a whole bunch of pain, and dead on her feet. He kissed the top of her shoulder and hugged her waist. She fund herself crying.
“ I’m sorry... I didn’t mean too... it’s just everything.” she whispered “ I’m overwhelmed and I’m tired and I-”
“ It’s okay, I understand.” he whispered. He stroked her cheeks with his fingers. “I know your arms probabaly feel like shit. Do you want me to help you with your hair, so you can sleep?”
“ Thanks for offering honey, but I don’t think you know how.” she tried to smile, but only cried some more.
“ Yeah I can, I used to help Miriko with hers before she got braids. Now do you want twists or bantu knots?”
He said motioning her to the edge of the bathtub. The woman was too stunned to speak, and frankly even if she wasn’t stunned she still wouldn’t have said anything. She trusted Hawks, and even if she was apprehensive if he said he knew what he was doing, he did.
“ Don’t forget to detangle it.” she said. “ If you don’t then it’ll be hall knotted in the morning.”
“ I know what I’m doing, baby trust me.” he kissed the top of her forehead. “ Now which products do you want me to use?”
“ The one with the pink lid and the yellow one please.” she whispered/
He started to comb trough her hair, and she finally let her body relax. She was still in pain, but she was with her Keigo, who made her feel relaxed and safe. And nobody had ever brushed her hair besides her mom, who stopped doing her hair when she was old enough to do it herself.
“ That’s it, all done.” he whispered when he was done.
Her hair was put into little twists and he even put his favorite bonnet on her, while she was sleeping.
“ I hope it’s okay, I put some oil on your scalp because your roots were dry.” he whispered. “ Now lets get you to bed so you can take your meds, and sleep, yeah?
Hey! Can I request dabi, Hawks and shigaraki with a reader who has ADHD? (Separately) If not that's okay I understand not everyone is comfortable with writing about certain things! Have a good day! ❤❤❤
“LOV” with a s/o with ADHD
✎ Characters: Dabi, Shigaraki, Keigo Hawks
☁︎Fluff (slight angst)
⚠︎ Warnings: Mentions of mental illness, cussing
ꕤ Notes: I tried my best to show different form of ADHD, because everyone experiences it differently. Not all forms are the stereotypical way shown in most media. I did try my best with this, doing my best to research the topic! I really do I hope i was able to actually identify and show as simplified form of ADHD, constructive criticism is always appreciated.
Dabi
You were sitting in the LOV lair, discussing your next game-plan for dealing with the heros. You were seated by a stereotypical round table, and old rusted metal chairs. The smell of tobacco and heavy alcohol whafted around, dancing and singing carefree.
The etasing tone of the ventilators and heater hummed as ideas were exchanged. It seemed like story sharing time in elementary school. Jokes and not-so-nice puns directed at the heroes were thrown out left and right. A smokey feel was draped over the room, and the creaking of the chairs seemed to softly echo, bouncing off your friends’ voices.
You were seated, silently enjoying the childish banted being passed back and forth, but your mind hadn’t seemed to set yet. It was racing with so many ideas and plans, but you couldn’t seem to get anything out. It was so much at once that you were just in a frozen state of mind. You quietly let out a huff, as you gently removed your boyfriend's hand from your thigh, and stood up. You pushed in your chair, almost tripping over your own feet as you quietly made your way to the back wall.
The conversation had started to die down, curious as to what was happening. Or rather, what you were doing. Dabi had experienced this many times, knowing that you were overstimulated, and this was your subconscious way of coping. You had lost most communication skills, and were in your own bubble. You rubbed the coarse tiles of the bricks, softly letting your senses explore as you slowly slid your back down against the wall until you were seated in the corner, your knees pointed upwards to the dim ceiling light.
The fan was buzzing, as it quickly rotated. You closed your eyes, slowly drifting to your own little mindset, falling in further and further. Soon the real world had seemed like only a distant memory, almost like a dream. It felt so far away, almost unreal. You began recalling memories of the LOV, UA… All Might, Endeavor… Your boyfriend. Dabi. Each merry seemed to fall deeper than you had, except for one that lingered. Dabi. He slowly got up from the table, walking over to you, careful not to spook you, as he also sat down beside you.
“Hmmm, hey y/n..” He spoke, quietly, a rare gentle tone overtaking his voice.
“...hm…”You slowly opened your eyes, but you weren’t exactly back yet.
“How about we go get some icecream?”
No response, as you just quietly looked at him, slowly blinking your eyes. Dabi still wasn’t exactly 100% sure as to touch you or not yet, as he didn’t want to worsen the over stimulation, so he just settled for sitting there next to you quietly, as he signaled for everyone else to resume their previous conversations.
Dabi wasn’t a gentle person by nature, well of recently, but he would show that side to you, especially when you needed it. He would be there just sitting if that’s all you needed. As you slowly floated back down to Earth, as he waited for your landing.
Shigaraki
The day had been busy. Dealing with heros and all the problems that unfold with all that. Another days plans foiled, yet again, so you knew Shiggy would be riled up. How could he not be? And the only way he could destress who be to play a RPG in which the villains win, fantasizing about his glorious victory.
Rages of profanities could be heard coming from his room. The LOV was concerned, really. You were seated in his room on his bed, just fidgeting with the joysticks of your switch. You were playing a game of your choice for the past 15 minutes but you were losing interest.
“Ah, shit! Fucking pieces of- I’m gonna blow your dick off!”
oh
The room had an airy feel, even with shigaraki and his little doom and gloom corner. It smelt of mango from a candle that was lit to cover the smell of cigarettes. It eh after through, fighting to become more present, as the flame danced slightly, teasing as to burn the whole place down. You got up, as your feet gave up listening to common sense, and you made your way over to your raging boyfriend.
You walked over, as he was clearly angry, and laid your head atop his, pulling at his hair lightly, he barely felt it so he didn’t notice at first.
You began to pull harder then your hand abrupted stopped, you did a twirl and walked over to display cases on the side of the room. They were filled with figures and collectibles, and you stopped to look at each and every single one of the hundreds. Slowly walking around, examining every single detail. You counted the light patterns on a character's cloak, or the number of spikes each hedgehog had. You counted the amount of each color that was in the case, and you counted up the amount of how much each character you liked on a scale of 1-10. Your brain to find some way to occupy itself. So your subconscious took notes of everything you saw, keeping it stored for who knows how long.
You turned on your heels and headed back to your boyfriend who seemed to have calmed down a bit. You placed a plush from his bed on his head, and then you kissed both the plush and his head, Shiggy realized that you were having a moment in your mind, so he let you continue in however way your brain needed an outlet.
He sat through you lightly tugging his hair, and you braiding small sections. And chuckled as he heard you humming songs from shows you watched in your childhood, after 15ish minutes he turned in his swivel chair to face you, and without any words shared you sat on his lap, creating a perpendicular section. One of his arms was behind your back, the other was seated in your lap as you began to fight with that. He sighed, putting his head in the crook of your neck, muttering a small “i love you” before resting in the now peaceful silence. Quiet contrary to before.
Hawks
“You got that y/n?”
“Hm..?”
“You didn’t listen did you?” Hawk sighed, a chuckle escaping him.
“No… I’m sorry! Tell me one more time, please.”
“It’s fine, love. What I said was that I’m going to go shopping for groceries, Ill be back in a bit, okay?”
It was small little things like that that became reoccuring things. Simple little slip ups, or mistakes that happened quite frequently. And you hated it.
You couldn’t listen when you were given important information to deliver to the rest of the pro heros, you couldn’t pay attention in meetings, you were considered the “hit first think later” kind of hero.
Sometimes you’d wonder if you were even cut out to be a hero, yeah you made it this far, but how long could you keep it up for? And with Keigos background life and friends, things didn’t seem as simple as you were told they would be. You weren’t organized with your notes, you let little mistakes and errors slip, ones that could’ve been easily stopped.
But no matter what, Hawks never lost patience with you. When you would get frustrated and let your anger get the best of you, he would be there to calm you down, and help you out to make things simpler for you. If your mind ever got too overwhelmed, he’d be there to let all of the world and it’s struggles slowly slip away.
When you’d zone out to a world of your own, Keigo would be there, holding out a loving hand. Your temper would get out of hand quite frequently, but he never got upset or raised his voice. You’d be frustrated over mission reports and couldn’t seem to recall everything that happened, but Keigo was there to calm your nerves.
No, he wouldn’t do your work for you, you both were heros, you could handle yourselves, but knew exactly what to do and say so you could refresh your mind and get back to work.
“Ugh!” You groaned, having reread the same paragraph over 9 times, clearly getting frustrated.
Hawks slowly got up and shut the windows, blocking out any external sounds, and he grabbed you your glass of water handing it to you, a smile adorning his features.
“…Thank you, Babe.” You said, a bit dazed, but thankful nonetheless.
He sat down next to you, grabbing his laptop as he hagan working on his own agency's work. You felt yourself slipping away, slowly, you began to lose touch as your head plopped itself on Keigos shoulder. You still had your pencil in hand as you left your work messing with that instead, slowly turning it over and over on all of its polygonal sides. Your leg that was once bouncing rapidly began to slow down, as you feel into a state of relaxation, and that to a state of sleep. The clicking of the keys wasn’t too much, and your environment around you was calming enough to let your mind rest. And there by your side was your loving boyfriend, ready at all times to help you out. Words couldn’t express just how much you meant to him, only actions could.
This was actually the first time I’ve ever written for all 3 of these characters, so I do hope that I did them justice lol
