🪼-Todoroki constantly holds your hand in public because it makes him feel safe. Even in the crowded bus, he finds his way to your hand.
🪼-Doesnt buy clothes unless you approve of them first, because he only cares for your opinion.
🪼-Texts you throughout the day while you're at work to check on you, even when he's on missions, he finds a way to make sure you're having a good day.
🪼-When you and Shoto first started dating in high school, every night you would sneak into Shotos dorm room because he couldn't sleep well when you weren't with him.
🪼-Before you and shoto moved in together, everytime he would have a nightmare he would call you no matter what time of night. The two of you would talk all night, about anything and everything, Not hanging up until the morning after you both had fallen asleep
🪼-while watching tv, you would catch todoroki shamelessly staring at you. And every time he would simply blurt out compliments like, "you're pretty" and "I love your eyes". Each time, it never failed to make you blush, even after years of dating.
Role: Caretaker (alias: Mr. Sunny) of a secret orphanage owned by Dr. Kyudai Garaki, operated for All For One (AFO).
Appearance:
Tall with sunflower-like facial features.
Brown hair, perpetually cheerful demeanor.
Wears a white hoodie and pink apron.
Quirk: Unnamed Sunflower Quirk—alters his appearance, but specific abilities are unknown.
Personality:
Outwardly warm and welcoming, especially to new arrivals like Toya Todoroki (Dabi).
Likely a façade masking the orphanage’s sinister purpose.
Not shown abusing children, who appear cared for on the surface, but they are raised as potential “spare vessels” for AFO.
Key Incident:
Managed Toya Todoroki during his three-year coma.
Attempted to prevent Toya’s escape and facilitate contact with AFO via computer.
Toya lashed out, setting the orphanage on fire.
Dr. Garaki blamed Haruaki for the incident, after which Haruaki disappeared from the story.
The AFO Orphanage
Purpose:
A front for AFO and Dr. Garaki to raise children as backup vessels for AFO, in case their main candidate (Tomura Shigaraki) failed.
Operations:
Shelters and heals children, but treats them as expendable resources for AFO’s ambitions.
Notable Incident:
Toya Todoroki (Dabi) recovered here for three years after near-death flames.
Overhaul used to reside there.
After waking, Toya’s attempt to escape led to him burning down the orphanage.
Major Characters Involved
Haruaki Sun-Sun:
Role: Caretaker.
Notes: Manages children, including Toya, with a deceptively nurturing demeanor.
Dr. Kyudai Garaki:
Role: Owner/Manager.
Notes: Orchestrates operations, loyal to AFO, prioritizes experimentation over care.
All For One (AFO):
Role: Ultimate Controller.
Notes: Uses the orphanage to secure vessels for his Quirk.
Toya Todoroki (Dabi):
Role: Patient/Orphan.
Notes: Spent three years in comatose recovery, escaped after burning the orphanage, marking his transformation into Dabi.
Other Children:
Role: Potential vessels.
Notes: Raised as spares for AFO, with sinister but largely undisclosed fates.
Insights & Analysis
On Haruaki:
A rare nurturing figure among villains, similar to Kurogiri, but his kindness serves AFO’s manipulative goals.
On the Orphanage:
Poses as a caring environment but is a utilitarian tool for AFO’s plans.
Toya’s arc underscores the psychological trauma inflicted by AFO’s manipulative “care.”
Story Impact:
The orphanage is a pivotal but subtle setting for Toya’s rebirth as Dabi.
Symbolizes AFO’s method of exploiting vulnerability for evil purposes.
Other Notes:
Garaki’s involvement emphasizes experimentation over genuine care.
No other children besides Toya are shown to have significant story impact.
Comparative Notes
Unlike typical villain “labs,” the orphanage blends psychological manipulation with biological exploitation.
Balances a “nurturing” façade with a sinister purpose, undermining the children’s agency.
Trivia
Haruaki’s cheerful demeanor and sunflower face may draw inspiration from Flowey (Undertale), a character whose kindness hides darker motives.
Summary
Haruaki Sun-Sun is a minor yet symbolically important villain, managing an orphanage that serves as a front for AFO’s vessel-replacement scheme.
The orphanage’s major arc revolves around Toya Todoroki’s recovery, trauma, and escape, shaping his path as Dabi and impacting both villain and hero dynamics in the My Hero Academia universe.
Kai Chisaki lived at an orphanage owned by Kyudai Garaki, intending to raise the children there as potential vessels for All For One.
master list
Part 6
content warning: cursing, threats, fire.
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Bakugou stood tall with his arms crossed as he stared at your father. He had just left you with your elder sister.
“Please sit Bakugou, has (Y/N) been giving you any trouble?” Endeavor asked, watching the blonde sit at his desk before him. Bakugou shook his head as he pulled out the letter and handed it to him.
“We received yesterday. They took Touya and want (Y/N)” Bakugoy stated and Endeavor nodded, pulling the same letter from a drawer in his desk to show Bakugou.
“I assume they plan to use Touya as some barter, to force us into their hand” Bakugoy nodded, agreeing with Endeavor’s analysis.
"What about (Y/N)?, want her too" he asked, wondering if Endeavor had an explanation for it.
"I am not sure why they want (Y/N), there is nothing special about her" Endeavor mumbled, breaking eye contact with Bakugou.
"magic, letter said about her magic" His voice was firmer as he leaned forward, narrowing his eyes at the man who just lied to him. Endeavor met Bakugou eyes again, sighing.
"I am not able to give you the information you want Bakugou. I know why they want (Y/N) but that is something I cannot share" he told the blonde boy who gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes.
"my wife!, should know why they want her, she have magic?" he growled, it was the only plausible explanation for Katsuki but you were so—so small and feeble compared to your other siblings—like something went wrong at birth. Endeavor sighed, he never wanted to acknowledge what resided in you, the reason why his wife, your mother, died that day.
"Bakugou—(Y/N) is not normal and not just because she may possess magic. You can see how weak she is, yes?" Bakugou nodded and Endeavor continued.
"when Rei fell pregnant with (Y/N) she became extremely ill and grew weaker and weaker as the pregnancy continued. I got physicians, scholars, academics and even witches to her aid but not one could place the illness, until a letter appeared addressed for Rei and I. This letter addressed from no one knew all about Rei and her sickness, down to every last symptom and claimed to know why. Our family lineage has always had strong connections with fire magic, myself, Touya and Shoto all possess some form and strength of it. This letter, however, claimed that (Y/N) would surpass us all with a power that would either save our kingdom or bring about its destruction" Endeavor paused, gauging Bakugou's reaction before continuing.
"I didn't believe it—believing it to be some hoax as the writer asked to be invited for (Y/N)’s birth. I ignored the signs the letter told, the future symptoms it predicted, the weather it warned of and the omen that would be (Y/N) birth. Rei died almost immediately after (Y/N) was born, it was like she had lost her life months ago and her body was just the vessel for (Y/N). When she was born.." he trailed off, eyes shutting as he remembered the chilling day.
"when she was born, she didn't cry like a normal babe, didn't make any noise or indiction she was alive. I held her in my arms but all I seen was two white eyes staring back, my child didn't feel like mine. I-I felt like I was in the presence of something else, something far stronger than me radiating from a babe"
"she doesn't seem powerful? more weak" Bakugou commented, confused as Endeavor had visibly shuddered when talking about your birth.
"Her power manifested when she turned two, I-I don't know what happened, it was so quick but Touya and Natsuo were in the courtyard with her in the grass and suddenly she was in the air, eyes white. A glow emitting from her small body. She fell back down moments later, Touya caught her. Her power continued to grow stronger, if she threw a tantrum the castle would shake. The courtyard split one day and lava bubbled up from the crack after being teased too much. I had a witch come and seal her power away. A Todoroki has never had so much raw power, let alone a female, she is the first female in my lineage to have magic abilities" Bakugou's eyes widened, he heard some witches could null magic abilities for periods of time but to seal it away was unbeknownst to him.
"she does not know of this power?" Bakugou asked and Endeavor shook his head. Bakugou sighed, leaning back—what the fuck have I married?.
"tell her today" Bakugou mumbled as he got up from his seat. Endeavor shot up, shoulders squared and tensed.
"No! (Y/N) can never know about her power. She will not be able to control it and will ruin the kingdom!' Endeavor snapped, Bakugou glared at the king feeling the tension thicken in the room as both men stood on edge.
"She need to know. I tell her, you cannot stop me" He growled as he turned on his heel, ready to march out. A fiery ball flew by Bakugou, heating his face and singeing part of his hair as it scorned the door he was about to grab. Bakugou looked over his shoulder, eyes narrowed as he rested his hand on the door handle.
"Do not challenge me old man. I will kill you" He stated, malice laced in his tone as he swung the door open and slammed it shut after him. Endeavor rushed out after the blonde who had already disappeared, turning to see Iida standing at the door.
"where did he go Iida?" he asked.
"he headed straight then left sir, would you like me to catch up with him?" Iida asked, turning to the king.
"No, find Fuyumi and (Y/N) and bring them to the courtyard, find them before he does" Iida nodded and took off, as part of the elite royal guard he too had powers. His family had super-speed—nothing could compete with them.
Bakugou stomped down the hallway, grumbling to himself as he thought of what he was just told, of course you couldn't be normal—of course the Todoroki family had to have another dark secret hidden in the walls of this castle. He didn't know what to do, your involvement in this war made it all the more complicated. He never thought of you potentially being kidnapped nor wanted—sure you were his wife but that was just on paper. The care he felt for you past that was little.
Bakugou returned to the courtyard to find you there with your siblings, all sitting circled in the grass as you leaned against Shoto. A large smile on your face, giggling at a story your elder brother was telling. Bakugou stepped onto the grass, catching Shoto's eye.
"(Y/N), come we are leaving" He stated, Your eyes met his and you opened your mouth to protest, wanting to stay a little longer but the narrowed red eyes made you quickly shut it—not wanting to anger him. You stood up moving to walk over to Bakugou when Fuyumi grabbed your arm.
"S-she can stay for dinner? there is more than enough for both of you" She stuttered, looking at Bakugou who only shook his head.
"No, we leave now. (Y/N), come" He ordered and Fuyumi pulled you into a tight hug. Her brothers standing up too, Natsuo narrowing his eyes at Bakugou's rudeness. You pulled away from Fuyumi and walked over to Katsuki, keeping your head down.
Bakugou grabbed your hand in his and began to walk away from the siblings when Iida rushed in, blocking his path.
"Im sorry Sir Bakugou! but king Endeavor has requested I not let you leave just yet" He informed, blocking the exit to the courtyard. Bakugou gritted his teeth, of course that tyrant would pull something like this.
"No, we leave now" Bakugou growled, palm heating as he tightened his hold on your arm making you wince.
"I-I cannot let you do that sir, King Endeavor explicitly ordered-"
"It is alright Iida. I can handle it from here, thank you for catching up with him" Endeavor's voice boomed from behind Iida. Bakugou's narrowed eyes immediately zoning in on the king
"father, what is going on?" Shoto asked, the tension between the two men before him was thick enough to cut with a knife.
"nothing to concern yourself with Shoto. (Y/N) here is staying for a few days like we discussed, isn't that right Bakugou?" Endeavor hummed, stepping out into the courtyard. You looked up at Bakugou expectantly.
"No, we leaving now. Old man I already warned you" he growled as he pulled you to the side going to move around the king when fire was shot at the ground in front of you both, making Bakugou still and you gasp as you looked at your father. A small flame radiating in the palm of his hand.
"Bakugou if you leave with her I will wage an attack on your tribe and you will lose, leave her here" Bakugou growled at the challenge and let you go. He removed his cape, cracking his knuckles as he stepped forward
"Dragon blood clan will never lose to you. You Endeavor are too old for threats, let (Y/N) and I leave" He snapped. You watched fearfully from your sisters hold at the interaction. Your father literally had fire in his palm. He was controlling it—Bakugou was telling the truth, magic is real.
"Father what is the meaning of this?!" Shoto yelled, stepping between the tense men and facing his father.
“This does not concern you Shoto!” He yelled.
“If it involves (Y/N), it involves me!” He retorted, stepping towards his father. Bakugou looked between everyone angry at your father’s actions.
“(Y/N) has magic Shoto, Endeavor sealed it away” Bakugou stated, eyes meeting Endeavors wild ones. Your eyes widened at Bakugou’s admission and Shoto’s head flicked between you and his father.
“(Y/N) can wield magic? I thought Touya and I were the only ones within our family” He asked as he stared at his father. Endeavors lips pulled into a thin line as his eyes narrowed in at Bakugou.
“He is lying Shoto, dont believe him” he growled. The flame in his hand burning brighter. Shoto eyes were wide with confusion as he turned to Bakugou.
“Is it true? Can she truly wield magic” he asked and Bakugou nodded.
“A letter came from Shigaraki’s people. They want (Y/N) for her magic, it is more powerful than any” Shoto was in disbelief as he turned to face you. You watched as your father began shouting and Shoto yelled back—soon enough Bakugou and Natsuo both joined in.
Fuyumi held you tighter—too tight as you breath quickened, shallow and short. Voices blurred into one as they filled your ears. You hated this—hated the sound of arguing and it was all because of you. Your eyes looking over to your father whose flame burned brighter—magic was real? And you possessed some? And the enemies wanted you? Your entire world and way of life had been uprooted—completely dug up and thrown around. You were thrown into an unknown territory with unknown people—no one cared about how it made you feel.
Overwhelming—It was all too much.
“Stop! Stop it everyone, just be quiet!” You screamed, pulling your arms from Fuyumi as the ground below everyone shook, birds escaping the trees within the courtyard as small bushes trembled and rocks danced on the ground. Everyone fell quiet and all eyes were on you.
You stared back, eyes wide and wild. Your hair strewn over your face and shoulders messily as your chest caved with each heavy breath. You ran past your father. Iida reached out to grab you but you swatted your hand, making no contact yet he was forced back as you ran from everyone. They all stood quiet at the magic you just produced. Bakugou looked to Endeavor for an answer
“You said her magic was sealed” he stated, pulling his cape back on and stepping towards your father whose skin had paled. The flame in his hand no more
“Iida, find Keigo. I need him here” Endeavor turned and walked off leaving the rest to stand confused.
Bakugou was next, going down the hallway the way you went. Shoto quickly followed and do did Natsuo and Fuyumi. They went everywhere, your room, the library—all the small hideaways you used to hide from your fathers wrath but to no avail. You were not there.
You weren’t in the castle anymore having ran up to the stables and into the paddock with your horse, taking him with just his bridle and following the old path down into the small apple acre just behind the castle. A place even your siblings didn’t really know of.
Todoroki: Why do I always feel so happy around Midoriya? It feels like I’m floating, or have butterflies in my stomach. He’s amazing, and beautiful. I want to tell him how I feel, but was is this feeling Bakugou?
Bakugou: ...
Bakugou: I think you’re in love man.
Todorki: Oh. I see.
Deku *Heard this from around the corner*: Omfg Todoroki.
Can I get a mha hc post with Todoroki, Bakugo, Shigaraki, Shinso, Dabi, and Kirishima reacting to their classmate/crush/subordinate having a quirk that involves using their blood to fight? You can decide what the downsides to it are, how they use it, etc. Thanks!
＃ BNHA !! ♡ — REACTION TO Y/N HAVING AN UNUSUAL QUIRK.
#. synopsis! — they react to you having the ability to manipulate your blood in combat .
#. warnings! — mentions of blood/minor injuries in reference to quirk usage .
#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .
#. others! — navigation & masterlist .
＃ TODOROKI !! ♡
Shoto stands a ways away, keen eyes watching your every movement. He's impressed by the little setup you've created just a few blocks from school, —an old, abandoned junkyard transformed into a basic training ground, (more or less.) It's edging on midnight, a pale-yellow illuminating throughout the area from the streetlights along the nearby sidewalks. It seems to him that this area is mostly desolate at night as he scans the surroundings, —not even a stray cat to be found slinking through the shadows. Todoroki sucks his teeth and watches as you move with precision and control. . . He's almost jealous. Almost. Before he can even think to count the seconds between your strikes, the makeshift dummies you'd set up have all been cut down to the dirt. A dark substance has stained them now, and it's then that it dawns on Todoroki. . . He doesn't know what your quirk is.
He raises a brow, then squints in confusion. Just who are you anyway, he wonders. . . He's only spoken to you a few times before, always about things that didn't particularly matter in the long run. He doesn't have a clue who he's dealing with, although he gets the feeling that you're kind. That could always prove to be an incorrect conclusion, but for now, it's one he'll stand firm in.
"It's not nice to stare at people," you turn to him, uncertain of who exactly it is, but more than aware that someone has been there for quite a few minutes now.
He praises your perception, —not aloud, but internally. Todoroki is no stranger to going unnoticed, but you clocked him so calmly, so certainly, that he can't help but see the merit in your abilities.
"Sorry," he apologizes, although funnily enough, he doesn't sound apologetic at all, "—guess I couldn't help myself."
You don't quite know what he means by that, but you don't ask, either. He steps away from the darkness and into the clearing, strolling towards you as if nothing is out of the ordinary. You're on your guard, but you truly don't think he has any bad intentions. . . Todoroki has never struck you as that type of person.
As he gets closer, he pauses. A metallic scent hangs in the air, albeit faintly, and he catches sight of blood trailing along your hand and up your forearm.
"You're bleeding," he notes, but doesn't sound particularly worried by it.
"Mhm," you hum in acknowledgement, a small laugh nearly escaping your lips, but you stifle it just in time, "—I'd be more concerned if I weren't."
The boy standing before you cocks his head to the side, face subtly contorting to match the confusion he's feeling. He wants to ask, but resigns himself to silence when you raise your hand, letting actions speak louder than words. Todoroki keeps a straight face but watches intently nonetheless as you show him what your quirk is. The blood littered across your skin pools together, snakes up, and forms pointed blades on your fingers that jut out from just behind your knuckles. For just a second, Todoroki's face slips, —eyes widening ever so slightly. He's never seen anything quite like this.
Silence follows for a bit as he stares, first at the bloody blades, then at your face, —so relaxed and unbothered that he nearly ventures to call it unsettling.
"Interesting," he finally speaks, "very."
That's all he says, but what he thinks is a far cry from just a simple quip. He wonders how many ways you can utilize your quirk, how bad the side effects of using it can be, —if the blades you're sporting now are as sharp and effective as they appear to be in the moment. Todoroki isn't sure he wants to find that last one out for himself, though.
"You can stay here and watch if you want," you tell him, although you hope he doesn't actually take you up on that, "just stay out of the shadows this time."
Luckily, he denies. You're thankful for it. You can pull off subtle arrogance and firm confidence, but in reality, your quirk is something you struggle with, which is why you prefer practicing here at this junkyard, alone, in the somber lighting where the chances of someone seeing you are little to none. He apologizes for spying on you, and you suspect that's more than what you'd get from most of your peers. Somehow, you're glad it was Todoroki rather than any of them.
＃ BAKUGO !! ♡
Bakugo looks you up and down, assessing you as if you're his next opponent, rather than his partner. You know he's underestimating you, —a critical error that you're not keen on letting slip. But you have nothing to prove to him and you know that. If he wants to judge you by appearances, then he can, and that will be his mistake to mend when you show him that you're everything he is. He's no better than you, and you won't let his judgmental stare pierce through your feelings so easily. It'll take far more than that to ever bring you to the mercy of anyone.
"What can you even do?" He questions, eyes narrowing in skepticism, "I don't think I've ever even heard you speak."
That might very well be the case, but that means nothing as far as you're concerned. You might not be loud mouthed or hot headed like he is, but you know you can keep up with the best. There's nothing you need to be ashamed of.
"I can use my blood as a weapon," you answer curtly, wringing your wrist.
Bakugo scoffs.
"What, so you smell like coins all the time?" He asks incredulously, and you roll your eyes in response, "—how's that supposed to help us win this damn thing?"
It's just a simple class exercise, but he seems to be treating it like a game; one that his heart is set on reigning victorious in no matter what it takes. His snappy words are annoying, but his determination is somewhat admirable, although that's something you'd only admit begrudgingly.
"Put some trust in me," you shrug, "I'm sure I'll surprise you."
And you do. Though he's not necessarily the happiest about the mess that your quirk creates, he can't deny that you have "potential," as he ventures to say, rather than just telling you that you're good. You know he's thinking it though, and you suppose that's all that really counts. Sure, you may not be the fastest student, —but you know how to use your quirk to your advantage, and even more than that, you know how to utilize it against those that underestimate it or are surprised by it. Bakugo laughs when you wrap a lasso of blood around the legs of the leading team, forcing them to the ground. They panic at first, which only doubles his cruel amusement. Most people react the same, thinking you've severely injured them despite the lack of fresh wounds or general pain, and the fact that purposeful, detrimental injury, was strictly against the rules. The stages between confusion and relaxation are long enough for you and Bakugo to take the lead at the very last moment, earning the both of you a solid win.
Of course, he believes it's his doing that led the two of you to that conclusion, —and you don't bother to argue, although you'd certainly beg to differ. His arrogance doesn't shock you in the slightest.
"You got blood on my shirt," he complains, "and we both smell like a pile of tin cans. But at least we won."
You don't apologize, —for the smell, nor for the stain on his shirt. You're not sorry about either in the slightest.
When he hands you a bottle of water, though, you do say a quiet thanks.
＃ KIRISHIMA !! ♡
Kirishima panics when he sees you use your quirk for the first time. Maybe it's that he'd not been expecting you to have that kind of power, or maybe it's the visual aspect, seeing blood move at your will, pour from a small slit in your palm and harden around your knuckles to pack a painful punch.
"Does it hurt?" He questions, eyes flickering back and forth between your hand and your face, where he meets your eyes.
It's almost humorous how painfully earnest he is. You like that about Kirishima.
"Nope," you shake your head, "—not usually, anyway."
"So it can?" He follows your line of reasoning to his next question.
"Of course," you can't help but smile at him, his curiosity, and his undying honesty, "but can't everyone's quirk? If I overuse it, I risk anemia, even if I do have an excess of blood and control over how much I lose at a given time. That's why practice is important for everyone, —so that we learn how to control our quirks and use them without tearing our bodies apart."
"Oh. . . Okay, yeah, that makes sense," he offers you a shark-toothed smile.
"It's just a little weird, you know? Seeing you actually use it."
You get it. You've heard that a million times before, but it's never sounded so sweet. Something about the way Kirishima says it makes you smile back at him.
"Yeah, no worries," you assure him, "I get that a lot."
He has so many questions he wants to know the answer to, so he invites you to lunch. You're thankful for it, although most of the food goes uneaten as the two of you talk, —getting lost in conversation. It seems to you that Kirishima isn't like others that have asked you lots of questions before. The redhead seems to genuinely want to learn more, and he doesn't mind answering the questions you ask him in return. You're grateful for the enthusiasm he shows. You feel like he truly does listen when you speak, but you doubt he knows just how much that means to you.
And to be fair, you don't tell him.
"Sometimes I wish my quirk were more versatile," he admits, "I get worried that maybe nobody will want to work with me because they think I'm only capable of one thing. . . And I guess that's kind of true, but I hope they'd also see that I'm good at what I'm capable of."
"Quirks are what you make of them," you assure him, "—we don't get to choose them, but we can always make the best of them, no matter what they are."
When all is said and done, you figure that the two of you won't talk much going forward. You have a sneaking suspicion that Kirishima will quickly disappear from your life, just as quickly as he appeared. But your theory is tested when he waves to you the next day and shouts good morning to you from across the hall. . .
＃ SHIGARAKI !! ♡
Shigaraki stares at you blankly, completely unimpressed. Frustration wells up inside as you try to find the right words to say. This is a case you know you can defend, —you've been doing it your entire life! You've had to prove time and time again that you know how to use your quirk to your advantage, that you know your limits, your strengths, as well as your weaknesses. Somehow, people always find a way to hone in on that last part, though. . . It's uncanny how familiar this situation is. Almost hurtful.
"Listen," he says to you, scratchy voice reverberating around the screen littered room, "I'm not here to offer anyone charity. Does it look like anyone has ever offered that luxury to me?"
"No," you reply bluntly, his eyes bags more than enough to tell you that he probably isn't living the easiest life, "but I'm not asking you for charity. I'm asking you to see that I have what it takes to be the best."
He laughs, and that only agitates you further. If he's going to be this way, you'll just have to prove it to him, —make him see that you're right, whether he wants you to be or not.
"The best?" He croons, leaning forward in his chair, a taunting tone lacing through the words he speaks, "to be the best means you have to be ruthless. It means putting whatever morals you have to the side when you go out into the world, because nobody will ever care enough to respect them. It means putting yourself on the line for a disjointed feeling of empowerment, just for the hell of it. And you think you of all people have what it takes to embody that? To truly be the best?"
You're already tired of this conversation, and it's hardly just begun. You were hoping you wouldn't have to demonstrate, but it seems some things just have to be done the hard way, especially when they involve someone like Shigaraki. Before he can blink, you've woven a web for him. Thick strings of blood litter the walls, ready to break through any skin that dares to reach out and touch. He may be doubtful of your abilities as of now, but he's by no means a stupid man. . . He knows you're hiding tricks up your sleeves, even if he hasn't a clue what they might be.
"I don't just believe it," you nearly snarl in response, "—and I don't just think it. I know it. I know that I have everything it takes and more. Whether you believe me or not, I'll show you, and the only question now is whether you want me here, by your side, or fighting against you. And just so we're clear, I'd suggest you choose wisely."
Shigaraki is far from sold, but he admires your tenacity nonetheless. You might not be the best as of now, but maybe one day that will be your reality. He can see you're being serious when you say these things to him, and he thinks it best to keep you on his good side, —at least for the time being.
"This is more control than you've had previously," he comments, "much more."
"And it's only been a few weeks since I started working on that. I've come this far so quickly, and you think I won't grow leaps and bounds over the coming weeks and months? You think this power won't triple for me as I get better, every single day?" You prompt, and Shigaraki notes the way the strings of blood tighten further the angrier you become.
"If it's an opportunity you want," he says, "then consider it done. But I reserve the right to rescind that at any time, so please don't forget that."
An opportunity is all you need. You'll show him, and everyone else, —leave them begging for you one of these days. For now, you'll settle. . . But you can't promise anything about tomorrow.
＃ SHINSO !! ♡
Hitoshi has lots of opinions on your quirk, for better or worse. On one hand, he thinks it's extremely interesting, —in a way that's almost unsuspecting. It's an odd quirk to have, but he imagines it must be even harder to use, to control, to manipulate to your will. The fact that you haven't given up on doing good things with it truly strikes a nerve with him, in a good way, of course. He's not the type to praise others, nor give compliments to anyone at all, but if he were to do so, it would more than likely be to you. Not that Shinso has any plans of acting on that.
Rather, he watches from afar and hopes you won't ever notice or meet his eyes. It's not so much that he's shy, just that he doesn't want any kind of connections at this stage in his life. He feels that he's better off alone, at least for now, and he's been firm in that decision for quite a while now. It leaves him with a lot of peace and quiet, gives him lots of time to think about anything he can dream of, —although, whether that's a net positive or negative is certainly up for debate.
Shinso has lots of questions about your quirk, how it feels to wield power over such a natural form, how it feels to harness the energy of something everyone else can only dream of. Something precious, even, in the eyes of some. He'd like to know your feelings on anything and everything related to your quirk, —not that he'll ever be caught dead asking. You'd probably answer, granted, but he's not one for conversation, so he's more than fine with resigning himself to simply watching and observing from afar.
From Shinso's point of view, your quirk is extraordinary. Sometimes, he even wishes he could trade with you, even if only for a day, just to know what it's like.
Who knows, maybe one of these days he'll work up the courage to ask you the questions that run through his mind. Maybe someday he'll swear himself off of his original convictions and let curiosity get the better of him. But, for now, Shinso feels much more comfortable with the distance he's set between himself and you.
＃ DABI !! ♡
Dabi seems agonizingly indifferent to the power you hold the vast majority of the time. Most days, he even seems horribly apathetic to your existence as a whole. He has goals in mind, and they're his, whether anyone believes them to be right or wrong, and those goals encompass the vast majority of his time, patience, and effort. Passively, he sees you as an asset. Dabi likes the idea of turning something so natural, such as blood, against the world, tipping everyone's perception of it on its head. That's why he keeps you around. That, and the fact that you're not a bad conversationalist. . . You don't just blindly agree with anything and everything he says like most of the others do.
He likes that. Though Dabi might snap at you every now and again, curse at you passively for contradicting what his true desires are, he still enjoys it when you talk back to him. Perhaps he has an untouched well of desire for masochism amongst his terribly sadistic nature. Whatever the case, every now and again, he'll come to you when he wants to stir something inside of himself. Sometimes, you wonder if your refutations are what make him stronger, more set in his beliefs.
Today seems to be another one of those days.
"You should sleep soon," you comment, noting his half-lidded eyes, "—you look like you're about to pass out."
"My head is killing me," he mumbles angrily in reply.
"Take something for it and then go lie down, you're only making it worse by sitting out here."
The answer you give only proves to annoy him, but you like to think that somewhere deep, deep, deep down inside of him, Dabi is thankful for the fact that you care. At least, on a surface level, anyway.
"The fact that the entire room smells like metal isn't making this any better," he states bluntly.
You shrug in response.
"Can't be helped, as long as you want my help with all your little plans. Just go steal some air freshener if it's really that big of a deal for you."
"Whatever."
He can complain all he wants, but he knows your quirk has been the only thing that's pulled his team through varying situations. Without you, there's multiple occasions he might not have made it out of by the skin of his teeth. His level of acknowledgement aside, the ending takeaway is that you've done far more for him than he frankly deserves, and that has to count for something. If not for him, then for you. But you know he thinks your quirk is awesome, whether he'll ever admit to it or not.
Kaminari, to the dekusquad: You guys are pretty sane compared to the bakusquad.
Deku: Uh huh.
Deku, reading from a notebook: So as I was saying, the best way to dispose of a body without getting caught is by weighing it down and throwing it into international waters because nothing is illegal there and you can get away with anyth-
Shoto: Really? I just eat the evidence.
Shoto: And the body.
Deku: Huh.
Deku:
Deku: *writes in his notebook*
Kaminari:
Kaminari: Alright- I'm gonna go cry into my pillow.
