The Case Of Narrative Gaslighting In This Story Will Be Studied By Generations To Come

slowly, surely — ft. todoroki touya

touya’s body heals one day at a time, slowly but surely. he and his brother bridge the gap along the way, slowly but surely. you like to think maybe, there’s a good chance he’ll live a life outside of just dying now

before you read: fem reader ; chapter 426 spoilers ; established relationship ; post war ; touya lives and his body heals idc ; todoroki family dynamics ; fluff and healing

You never thought you’d meet his family.

Touya’s family files in every day through the door for weeks into his room after the war. You’re introduced to the people you never thought you’d formally meet in an unlikely circumstance.

It’s difficult at first. Touya can only speak for a few minutes at a time every day. You have to share the sparse, little time you have to see him with the rest of his family. But you suppose it’s not so bad. You get a glimpse of the kind of brother Touya could have been, a side him you never got to see.

He’s teasing—makes a well-timed slightly inappropriate joke at Natsuo’s expense regarding his wedding. The blush on his brother’s face and the chastising click of his mother’s teeth makes you smile a bit. He pretends to be bored when Fuyumi rambles about her new students, but he listens attentively—you know because it surprises you all when he brings up a student she mentions in passing weeks ago. He’s a bad influence, too—his suggestions for Shouto to cheat earn a wilting glare from you that makes him concede begrudgingly.

Despite it all, you like to think Touya could have been a good brother. Can be a good brother. You don’t lose hope that maybe, amongst all the rubble, a small, fertile patch of soil exists.

It takes weeks. Months. Close to a year, even. One healer turns to two, two turns to three, and eventually, there’s a handful of the best healing quirks slowly trying to fix his charred, weakened body. Your eyes fill with tears the first time you see the swell of his round cheek restored, earning a huff and roll of his eyes.

Always so damn emotional, he grunts. He closes his eyes and relishes in your touch when you stroke the skin with your finger, though.

His skin is never quite the same. That much, you expected. It’s better than it ever was before, though. No more staples holding him together. No more deep purple and rubbery skin. It’s textured and discolored, but not nearly as rough as it used to be. You don’t care what he looks like, of course. As long as he’s with you and breathing you’re content—but he seems happy with the results.

He starts to feel whole again.

His family never stops visiting, either. (Except for his father—you promptly tell him his presence is no longer required one day. He nods like he understands. As though he can understand. It enrages you, but he offers you a quiet thank you before he leaves. Thank you for taking care of my son. You hate him more after that—for being appreciative that you now do what he couldn’t).

He gets moved to a proper hospital bed eventually. There are still tubes and needles hooked up to him—he’s not too happy about that. It makes sharing a bed with you hard. But he settles for letting you rest your head against his thigh, hand clutching his.

It’s as good as it gets for now.

Slowly, surely, Touya for the first time, doesn’t head for death. Slowly, surely, for the first time, he starts to heal.

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“Is Touya-nii sleeping?”

“No,” you smile, turning to Shouto as he walks up to you, “he’s in there. Bored, actually.”

Shouto bends down, grabs the snack that drops from the vending machine for you and hands it to you.

Touya is right. He was raised to be a kind boy.

“I brought soba,” he says quietly. “I heard he can have solid food now.”

“He’ll appreciate it,” you beam.

Shouto lingers. You smile gently and take the hint, joining him and walking alongside the boy and make your way to Touya’s room.

It hits you then, all at once. Shouto has never spent a moment with his brother alone. Not properly, at least—not without trying to avoid being burned to death and not without having an unconscious, recovering Touya laid up in bed rest.

Soon, you hope, they can share a meal together without you in the room to ease the awkward tension.

“Touya,” you call, walking in, “you have a surprise!”

“We can finally use this bed for better things?” He asks, voice a raspy grunt.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing in exasperation and making him snicker as he notices Shouto follow you through the door.

“No,” you say tiredly.

“Bummer,” he grins. It’s cheeky and cute enough that you don’t scold him further.

“Is the bed uncomfortable? I’m sure we can get a better one,” Shouto offers.

Touya lets out an amused snort, and you let your shoulders fall in relief—at least Shouto’s cluelessness at times makes things less painful when Touya remains his shameless self.

There’s comfort in it, though. You suppose you don’t mind it as much if his personality is still in tact.

“So what’s my surprise, doll. It’s not nice to keep the sickly waiting, y’know.”

“Why don’t you ask Shouto?” You roll your eyes.

Touya looks over at his younger brother. So much has changed in the last few months, you think—Touya looks happy to see his brother. It’s a big step up from murder, for sure.

“You shouldn’t have, little brother,” he grins, “what is it? Our father’s death certificate?”

“Oh, Touya,” you sigh, shaking your head, “you never change.”

“I brought soba,” Shouto holds up the bag in his hand, “I thought we could share.”

The smooth grin on Touya’s lips falter. Something flashes in his eyes—something close to regret. Maybe even sadness. It’s gone as quickly as it comes, replaced with practiced amusement as he hums.

“Great,” he drawls, “hospital food sucks, you know.”

Touya has more in common with his brother than he doesn’t. It takes him good near two decades to realize as much. Maybe, if he had the opportunity to realize Shouto was his brother who liked soba just like him and not the son that replaced him in his father’s fucked up goals, he could have lived just to live instead of just to die.

But he’s living now, he supposes. Breathing and talking and seeing—and as of more recently, eating. (Real food, at least).

There’s still a chance to eat soba with Shouto, though. Maybe Shouto hates fish just like him too—maybe he doesn’t. Maybe, in another life, he could pass his fish over to his younger brother at the dinner table when their mother isn’t looking.

“I’ll bring some more often then,” Shouto offers.

You smile as Touya’s eyes soften. The glimmer with a little bit of excitement, even. A childlike sort of glee he never got to have.

“Yeah,” he nods, “you should. Don’t expect me to pay you back, though. Your older brother’s dead broke.”

“Okay,” Shouto smiles.

You settle in the corner, letting the younger of the two take the chair beside the bed. Shouto pulls out chopsticks—Touya huffs over getting the brown ones instead of the black.

Shouto trades without a complaint.

You hear Touya murmur, “did you see the news lately?”

“About what?”

“About Endeavor, what else?”

“No,” Shouto swallows, “I had exams.”

“I told you, it’s easy to cheat if you—”

“Touya,” you hiss, making the latter curl his lips into a slight pout.

“Study hard, Shouto,” Touya grunts, rolling his eyes. “Hit those books, I guess.”

————— bonus —————

“How was today?” You ask quietly, sat on the edge of his bed, stroking through his hair. It’s shorter than it used to be, regrowing slowly from the roots with the rest of his body.

“Are we back on this talking about our days bullshit again?” Touya sighs, “we spent the whole day together, doll. You saw it all.”

“C’mon,” you hum, pinching his cheek, “indulge me.”

“S’fine,” he rolls his eyes, “the little brat was good company, I guess.”

“Yeah?” You grin.

He doesn’t meet your eyes, looking off to the side as he shrugs. “Yeah. Don’t make it weird.”

“You seemed like you were having fun,” you beam, stroking his cheek with your thumb. He rolls his eyes, leaning into your touch slightly.

“Yeah, s’cause my only company is you. Gets boring.” He gives you a charming, teasing, smooth little smile that has you scowling at him.

“How rude,” you huff, “maybe I should leave you with no company at all.”

He chuckles, turning his head slowly to give the pad of your thumb a soft, delicate kiss. “I’m kidding. You’re the best company a wanted criminal-turned-hospital-prisoner could have, doll.”

I would make a longer more detailed healing journey fic with touya but I already have a half written long fic for him that I seriously need to finish so it can wait. For now it will stay a short drabble

how do i say fanfic related things in french?

hi anon !

most of the vocabulary is still in english tbh but if you want to say y/n in french, you would say t/p (for ton/prénom)

and (that’s more specific but whatever) there used to be a trend of people making fun of t/p for being stupid, and they would write it ‘tépé’ for the joke

MY BABY

thoughts on dabi's identity reveal

i love dabi's identity reveal, it's the most dramatic thing he could have done and i love him for that.

but

i wish it had a bigger impact. of course this is obviously bc horikoshi decided the end of the todoroki storyline needed to focus on endeavor. but let's ignore that and pretend it's just because this reveal happened in the middle of a national crisis.

so what if touya had decided to do his identity reveal on a random day?

think about it. the sun is shining, the birds are singing, everything is fine. and then, out of nowhere, every single billboard and tv channel broadcast dabi's video (same as canon, without the "hawks killed twice" thing, perhaps replaced by dabi revealing he's been in contact with hawks or something). it only takes mere minutes for everyone to be aware of what's going on, and now all eyes are on touya.

1-A is in the dorms when this happens, it feels like a repeat of the endeavor vs high end fight. shouto is a mess, no one understand what's happening, even aizawa is confused as fuck.

meanwhile, endeavor is in his agency. he's watching the whole video from his computer, completely flabbergasted. even if he wants to claim dabi is a liar doing this for attention, but he knows deep down he'd be lying to himself.

hawks is watching everything too. he feels like his entire life has been a lie. the hero who saved him for his abuser ends up being an abuser too. (can you tell i hate how hawks always remains a endeavor fanboy in canon?)

during this shit show happens, dabi wanders around, burn a ything with endeavor's face in it, and watches how civilians are reacting. he's focusing on that while deciding if he'll go to endeavor's agency right after the end of his little broadcast, or if he'll let the information sink in.

it took 24 years but he finally got what he wanted. all eyes were on him. no one would ever be able to throw him aside and ignore him. he stills wants to keep on his suicide mission - it's either him or endeavor - but at least he got to enjoy having the attention for a while.

so yeah, touya is a dramatic little shit who wanted the attention that he deserved.

[i might turn this into a fic if i ever get the time]

The L.O.V - What Family Means to Misfits

All visuals from the MHA manga // Sue Zhao // Mikko Harvey // Lidia Yuknavitch - The Chronology of Water // David Mitchell - Cloud Atlas // Trista Mateer

Reflection

[ OC - Cora ]

+lineart:

Just posted on ao3 for the first time!

for now it's just a one shot but i'll probably turn it into a full story if people like it (i have half of the plot already planned out lmao)

so if you're interested in todoroki brothers fluff and Touya being a protective sibling, here's the link:

a lesson never learned (only violence)

hope you enjoy!

Said this earlier, but saying it again. I CALLED IT. I got *stupid close* with my guesses for what was going to happen to the LoV in the final battle, AND AFTERWARDS. Aka: Shigaraki, keeping an eye on Izuku from the next life. ⬇

MHA canon ending for the LoV bumming you out? Let me fix that! They're still dead, you still might cry, but they get a ~happy ending dammit~ and they're still an awesome found family! 💖 (links below)

It's All About the People You're With - Dabi wakes up from his coma and immediately begins exchanging insults with the ghost of his boss. 🔥💙

Indomitable Will - Tomura Shigaraki claws his way up from despair and kills AFO like the badass he is, then ditches the living world for somewhere a lot better-- and Mon-chan! With faithful Mon-chan at his side, Tomura goes on a quest to gather his League and bring them home. 🐶💖

For All the Times I Couldn't Speak - Tomura doesn't believe that Kurogiri actually loved him. Orboro Shirakumo has no intention of letting that stand, and we finally get the heartfelt conversation between Kurogiri and Tomura that we hoped for. 🖤🤍

Rain on Wisteria - In the ultimate middle finger to the old system, Atsuhiro Sako (aka Mr. Compress) lives a full life, has a family, spends all of AFO's money on a non-profit, and is delighted when his old boss comes to see him at the end of his life.🌈☔

The Sun Rose Today, Did you Smile? - a wip in progress, where Shoto comes to visit his brother at the Afterlife Villain Bar and they finally get that darn soba! 🍜🌞

mha’s ending should’ve been bittersweet

i know what you’re going to say “but Atlas, it kinda feels bittersweet already”

yes, yes it is. Izuku and Uraraka failed at saving Shigaraki and Toga (even though it was their main goal), the Todorokis aren’t doing better either, and basically no one in the league has been saved (even though “saving people with a smile” was literally Izuku’s dream)

no need to scroll for too long to see people complaining about the ending. i guess the only ones who’ve truly won are the bkdk stans.

[here i’m basing that ‘bittersweet’ feeling on the fact that the main goals haven’t exactly been accomplished + my own feelings tbh]

now, how do we make it better without changing it too much?

the main issue i personally have with the ending is that it’s trying so hard to be a happy ending when, as previously said, it feels bittersweet

and that’s where my main point is: in my opinion, the ending would have been better if it had been an assumed bittersweet ending

lets say we keep it all the same: Shigaraki, Kurogiri and Toga die, Touya is in the hospital, Spinner and Compress are in jail. so the heroes won but Izuku, Ochaco and Shouto feel like they’ve lost.

we had a conversation between Izuku and Ochaco, i wish we had heard more of Shouto’s feelings in the epilogue (it feels like Endeavor stole the spotlight in Shouto’s story but that’s a whole other subject)

what would’ve been great is a conversation between those threes (and maybe Bakugou too) and the teachers/pro heroes.

war heroes or not, they were just kids. and i think that the adults could (and should) help them deal with these feelings, especially eraserhead and present mix (that way the whole shirakumo/oboro plot gets a proper conclusion too)

that wouldn’t have been the best obviously. but it could’ve been a good start for the students to say: we failed, but we’re going to honor their memory by preventing this from happening again.

and then comes the time skip, in which we put more focus on the new generation of heroes doing more and really make a change. in canon, we know Ochaco and Shouji are working on it, i think it could’ve been more though. one example that comes to mind is the heroes ranking. giving more rewards to make sure no one else turns like endeavor feels weird. heroes aren't supposed to behave like toddlers???

the whole "we failed this time but we'll keep working to make the world a better place" is interesting imo, but it would have been accepted by the fandom if it had happened with another villain.

what i'm trying to say is: if izuku had failed to save another vilain in the middle of the story but had used this experience to do better with shigaraki, it would have been interesting. but here, it just feels like a failure with an epilogue to create an illusion of a happy ending.