INFERNO | Dabi (Touya)

The same picture

A comfort technique I suppose.

A Hawks appreciation post 💖💖💖

TAGS/WARNINGS: this fic will contain DARK CONTENT. MINORS DNI. AGELESS BLOGS DNI. reader and touya are childhood friends, kidnapping, reader does not consent to what touya’s doing, possessive/obsessive behavior, one-sided pain kink, no sex, no aftercare, hurt/no comfort,  this takes place after dabi broadcasts that he’s a todoroki, touya burns reader in multiple places, touya burns your clothes off, this is seriously fucked up content, this is not intended to be sexy or hot or anything like that, it’s literally just fully DARK CONTENT GENRE: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT SUMMARY: touya intends to make you his—permanently. WORD COUNT: 1.4K 🦊’s A/N: whoa….. god help us all. this is my first seriously dark fic here and there will be plenty more to cum 💦

     “now—don’t be like that, doll,” dabi scolds you as he finishes tying off the rope at your ankles. currently, you were laying face down against the mattress, limbs pulled apart spread eagle style, blindfolded and terrified.

     when you were on your way home earlier tonight, you weren’t exactly expecting to be kidnapped in broad daylight. maybe it was your fault for taking that shortcut through that shadyass alley…. goddammit. now, you had no one to blame but your own dumb ass.

     what you weren’t aware of, however, was the fact that touya had been stalking you for weeks now—waiting for the perfect time to snatch you up. you see, he’d always had a bit of a crush on you since you were always there for him when you were children, someone whom he actively sought solace in. so, now that you were both adults and his feelings had time to simmer and intensify, he found himself thinking about you obsessively—he thought of you as something he just had to have; something akin to a doll he had to mark as his. and that’s exactly what he’d do.

     “please…. let me go!” you cry, tears dampening the cloth obstructing your vision. “i— i have — have to get home! i have people waiting for me!” you lie, wiggling around on the bed.

     he had taken you to some abandoned home—the family already dead and gone weeks ago, as touya had been planning this exact scenario for months now. and he finally has you exactly where he’s dreamt you’d be: struggling beneath him as he marks you as his permanently. 

     “that’s a lie and we both know that, sweets,” he spits out. “‘ve been watchin’ you for a while now, y’know…” suddenly his lips are right next to your ear, hot breath fanning over the shell of it as a chill runs down your spine. 

     “but, i’ll tell ya what: if y’can guess who i am, i’ll let you go free. sound good?” he proposes, meaning his words—he knows you’ll come crawling back to him once he’s through with you. you wouldn’t have any other choice, really!

     that being said, he activates his quirk on his hand and sets flame to the button down shirt you wore, and as a result, your bra as well, making you cry out painfully as the overwhelming heat consumes your upper body for a few long moments. …and then just like that, it’s gone and you’re left in just the stupid skirt you’d decided to wear today and your panties.

     now, with his quirk active on just his index finger, he brings it down to your naked lower back where he begins to spell out his name—his real name. 

     he did it tortuously slowly, though. taking his sweet time to make sure you could feel the stroke of each letter so that there would be no mistaking who he was.

     T…

     it’s all you can do to scream and bite down on the pillow by your head. the heat was beyond blistering, and you think you might pass out as he agonizingly traces the letters of his name.

     O…

     “jesus christ, owow–OW—OW–! fuck!” you scream-sob, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks from the searing pain as he mockingly praises you for being so brave. 

     U…

     suddenly, the realization of who he might be clicks amidst the pain, and it’s all you can do to cry; “t–touya!? b–but why?” 

     he doesn’t stop writing as he grins so widely, he pops a couple staples—the ones closest to his mouth—and continues spelling out his name before deciding to answer you.

     Y… A…

     perfect….. his handwriting wasn’t exactly the best, but it was undoubtedly his. just like you were.

     the last you’d seen him was on the news when he dropped the metaphorical bomb that was him being the eldest todoroki sibling. and before that? the night he supposedly “died.” so, not only was finding out he’s been alive this whole time a slap in the face, but now he has the audacity to kidnap and brand you? like you’re a piece of property!?

     “why?” he rasps out. “it’s pretty simple, really. …because you’re the only one who understands me—”

      “n–no! t– touya, this isn’t—” isn’t what? this isn’t him? this isn’t right? the touya you were once familiar with perished long ago and so had his morals.

     his hand comes down to strike against your ass with an awful, burning force, and you swear there’s an immediate handprint that forms. 

     your back arches instinctively, forcing your stomach firmly against the mattress, in attempt to escape his blazing touch, but touya doesn’t give you time to recover before he’s bringing the same hand down again, with just as much force and firepower as before, and you yelp loudly as you squirm against your restraints.

     “pl– please–! why me?”

     “i just told you—don’t tell me your memory’s that bad?” he quirks a brow up at 

      it’s true that you’d had a crush on the man now known as dabi back in your youth, but that crush died when touya did, forcing you to mourn both him and the feelings you harbored towards him. and now he comes back from the dead like nothing? did he even try to seek you out in all this time? 

     he had, actually, at multiple points; little “check ins”of sorts, if you will. observing from a distance, too scared to reach out.

     “n–no! ‘s’not! i just—! ow! fuck! touya, please!” 

     “you what?” he snaps, spanking your other asscheek this time.

     “fuck! ow–! touya, please! please!”

     his hand comes down again, harder and hotter than before and you bite your tongue so hard it starts to bleed, filling your mouth with an almost sickening coppery taste. rather than swallow it, you spit it out onto the bed, as far away from your face as you can manage, and touya laughs at the pathetic sight. 

     “you poor thing,” he coos mockingly. “maybe i should’ve given you something to bite down on—...oh well, it’s too late now,” he laughs cruelly as another idea comes to mind. next, he thinks he’ll carve the characters of his name into your back, rather than just the romaji writing, and right between your shoulder blades at that. 

     “t–tou—touya, i—” you swallow thickly, unable to think of anything but the pain, or if you’d ever get to go home again after this. part of you almost wishes he would just kill you so you wouldn’t have to live with this mark of him for the remainder of your life.  

     “you—” he cuts you off, “are not going to like what happens next.” there’s an inflection of sorts in his voice—he sounds… like he found humor in his own words, like whatever was about to happen next would be funny. 

     he sets flame to his pointer finger again and brings the searing digit down against your flesh, and the smell that arises as he carefully takes his time with each stroke of the characters needed to spell his name—even going as far as to use his former surname todoroki in the spelling, just to make it that much more agonizing for you.

     轟。。。

     you wail and bite onto the pillow, staining it with your blood, as touya burns your flesh for his own entertainment.

     燈。。。

     矢。。。

     there. now he could be done with you until you inevitably decided to seek him out—too embarrassed and full of shame to continue living amongst normal citizens; after all, being branded by a well-known villain and then being set free into society like it never even happened is sure to take a toll on one’s mind. 

     what are you gonna do? call the police? tell a pro? show them your new scars as evidence? the idea is laughable. 

     “there—we’re all done,” he says, leaning over your trembling form to burn the ropes binding your trembling form to the bed, quickly followed by the ones tied around your ankles. “i’m a man of my word, so you’re free to go,” he says with a deviant, slightly crooked smirk. 

     rather than immediately booking it, you curl up tightly into a ball as your body’s wracked with heavy, heaving sobs, processing the physical and mental pain as touya just chuckles at your pathetic self, getting up from the bed and putting his hands in his pockets.

     “well, see ya around,” he says, walking off as if he didn’t have a care in the world, leaving you to cope with your situation and what happens next.

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TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but afab (youre referred to as a woman once but it’s in a misogynistic manner), this is a continuation of day 14 (reader and touya are childhood friends for reference), technically kinda non-con??? read at your own risk, reader is kinda bipolar tbh? (i’m bipolar [diagnosed] too so its okay), touya slaps you twice, reader is unaware touya’s filming them, name calling, facials, doggy style + backshots, touya is so mean, no aftercare, reader is burned in multiple places, mentions of death/threats of violence GENRE: nasty nasty smut MINORS DNI SUMMARY: you go back to touya after he fucks you over. WORD COUNT: 2K 🦊’s A/N: fuck my stupid chungus life this isnt fun anymore i just wanna write what i feel like writing guys i promise i have sm more to offer than kinktober stuff i have so many ideas // touya stans come get yo fuckin juice or whatever

     it had been a couple months since your little run-in with touya—which you had kept to yourself—which meant it had been three months since he had carved his name into your back and two months since anybody had last seen you. 

     two months since you last tried to re-enter society, just to have a complete mental breakdown, unable to ignore the ugly new scars adorning your flesh. fuck. how were you supposed to continue living like everything was fine? how are you meant to recover from this? it began to eat away at you until you locked yourself away in your apartment before finally snapping and disappearing one night on a manic whim. 

     “touya..!” you call out into a dark alley. it was late, around two or three in the morning, and it was pouring rain. 

     honestly, you had no clue where the burnt man was; you’d been searching for weeks now with no luck, and you were genuinely starting to tweak over it. fuck. what if you never found him again? what if you were destined to live alone for the rest of your life because of him? the thoughts make you feel both overwhelmingly depressed and inexplicably angry. 

     “touy—” you’re caught off by a hand so hot it feels cold covering your mouth from behind, and suddenly you’re being pulled against somebody’s chest as your adrenaline spikes. the fear of being kidnapped again sends you into overdrive, and you thrash in your captor’s grasp before he speaks up.

     “quit yellin’ before someone hears your pathetic ass,” a raspy voice is right next to your ear. 

     “mmfffh!” you recognized that voice! it was touya! you’re overcome with a never ending sense of despair ironically paired with a faint sense of joy at having finally found the man who had fucked you over entirely.

     truthfully, dabi had been seeking you out since he first saw your missing poster, knowing damn well you had broken down and lost your mind. 

     “been lookin’ for ya, y’know—you haven’t exactly made it easy,” he murmurs, slowly removing his hand from your mouth before spinning you around to face him. “now let’s go,” he says, grabbing your wrist and dragging you along with him down the block to the same abandoned house he had burnt you in to begin with. 

     you nearly apologize for being difficult to find before you quickly realize you don’t owe this cunt anything, let alone an apology! jesus…… what are you even supposed to do? fight back? if you’re gonna be stuck with him, you can at least be a brat to piss him off, right? right. 

     jerking your wrist out from his grasp, you stop in your tracks and cross your arms with a huff. 

     touya immediately knows what you’re trying to do, and he’s not about to let that fly. he turns around and then there’s a resounding smack! that fills the air and your face flies to the side. had he just backhanded you? 

     “you’ll do well to drop the bitchy act,” he tells you, walking into the house and leaving you out in the rain to make your own decision on whether or not to come in—of course, he knew you would. what other options did you have?

     which is how you found yourself blindfolded, with your wrists bound in front of you, and on your knees in front of touya’s erect dick as the white haired man takes his phone out, pulls up the camera, and presses record; he was planning on making a little video without your knowledge, posting it online, and then showing you once it went viral. 

     with one hand, he grabs his pierced cock and smacks it against your cheeks before telling you to open up and stick out your tongue. 

     reluctantly, you obey and are quickly greeted by the salty taste of pre cum against your taste buds along with the cool metal of his prince albert piercing. 

     “nngh–” he’s quick to shove himself into your hot mouth, until the tip hits the back of your throat and you’re gagging around him. 

     “auugh—” touya groans as your tongue presses against the underside of his length and the hand holding the base of his dick moves to thread his fingers in your hair instead, gripping it tightly as he pushes your head forward, until your nose is flush with his uncut, slightly off white pubes. 

     he focuses the camera on the way you sloppily try to suck him off and bites his bottom lip to avoid moaning again.

     “watch those fuckin’ teeth, bitch,” he reminds you, and you know he isn’t the type for empty threats, so you simply nod to the best of your ability, tears starting to well in your eyes, just to be absorbed into the dark cloth wrapped around the upper half of your face. 

     “mmhfhgh,” you whine around him pathetically, drool seeping past your lips. “hhng–”

     “quit’cher whinin’,” he berates you, grip in your hair tightening to a painful degree. “and start sucking like your life depends on it—because it just might.”

     a chill runs down your spine at his words, and you honestly don’t wanna find out if he’s bluffing or not, so you hum a quiet and obedient mhmm before shallowly bobbing your head back and forth, trying to hollow your cheeks and swallow around him.

     “ahh, yeah there we go, much better,” he groans pleasurably, guiding your movements with the stinging grip he has on your hair, pulling at the roots for the best range of control.

     it feels like it takes forever for his cock to twitch against your tongue, signifying he was about to cum, something you were immensely grateful for until he’s yanking your head back and pulling out of your mouth, using the hand that was previously in your hair to jerk himself off, since the other one was preoccupied with recording. 

     touya cums on your face a moment later with a loud groan as he slowly finishes stroking himself. still panting from only breathing through your nose for a solid five or so minutes, some of it lands in your mouth, but it’s messy and some of it splatters onto your cheeks. not having expected this, you gasp and nearly choke on the salty liquid, something dabi happily catches on camera.

     “turn around and get on your hands n’ knees,” he instructs, expecting you to comply immediately. when you don’t, he backhands you again, this time with enough force to knock you off your knees and onto the floor, where you pathetically start to sob. 

     “t–touya….” you cry, tears soaking into the blindfold. “i—i — i don’t wanna do this an–anymore,” you hiccup. you didn’t know what you had been expecting when you originally sought him out—maybe a closure of sorts?—but this certainly was not it!

     “i—i — i don’t care,” he mocks with a laugh, a burning hand suddenly coming down against your ass, and you squeal and jolt at the feeling, desperately trying to scramble away just for touya to snatch your ankle, searing the skin and burning his handprint into your tender flesh. 

     “ow! owowOW—!” you wail, and you only try harder to get away—a fruitless effort. his hand only gets hotter before you finally relent and go limp on the ground. it’s all you can do to sniffle quietly as touya smacks your ass hard enough to leave an immediate mark and tells you to raise your hips, all while recording without your knowledge or consent. 

     “good—much better,” he says calmly once you comply with his demand. “now, stay still,” the burnt man tells you, spitting in one hand before grabbing his dick with it and stroking himself slowly. sure, it was already slick with your spit, but he figured you’d need a little extra lube. 

     lining his pierced cock up with your poor, unprepped cunt, he taps the head against your clit once, twice, and suddenly he’s pushing in all at once, zooming in as he does so. 

     you cry out at this, of course, the dry friction being too much to handle, making you bite your fist in a poor attempt to cope with the pain. jesus fucking christ, what was wrong with him!? (at this point, it may be easier to ask what isn’t wrong with him…)

     “haa–aah!” you whine at the stretch and the feeling of his piercing rubbing against your sensitive inner walls. his dick is hot, too hot, and it feels like you’re being burnt from the inside out as he starts to rut his hips into your ass, balls smacking against your clit. 

     truthfully, touya’s still a little sensitive from you sucking him off, meaning he knows he won’t last long, so instead, he makes the most out of his time by grabbing one of your hips and burning the skin there, leaving a mark of his hand that he’d be sure would never fade. 

     “sounds like someone’s enjoyin’ themselves,” he teases you, and you only cry and shake your head in denial. it fucking hurt, did he not realize that? or just not care? (what do you think?)

     “nuh—nuh-uh!” you retort weakly, wishing god would just kill you now.

     smack! a stinging pain against your ass again, another handprint, and another loud wail from you.

     “should’a gagged your noisy ass,” he grunts, hips stuttering as you tense and your pussy tightens around him. “oh? don’t tell me you like the idea of that?” he mocks, despite it being your body’s reaction to being struck so violently. 

     “i wish— wish you would–! fuck! jesus christ, it hurts,” you cry, hot salty tears streaming down your cheeks, as the blindfold was already damp from your earlier crying. “kill yourself!” you’re able to spit out, and touya growls, yanking your hair with the hand that wasn’t preoccupied with his phone and pulling your back almost flush against his chest so he could start biting your neck and shoulders—burning with a need to mark you as his by any means necessary. to keep you forever, no matter the cost. even if you hated him for it, he didn’t care. not as long as you belonged to him at the end of the day. because if you were touya’s, then you would have nowhere else to go. 

     “nah,” he grins, flipping the camera around, he’s now recording with the front facing camera, holding his phone out and away from himself to get the best angles and views of you. “might kill you, though, ‘f i get bored of ya,” he says so casually it creates an immediate pit of dread in your stomach, and suddenly, you find yourself arching your back and wiggling your hips for the man behind you.

     while not very large, touya was certainly strong enough to handle your pathetic ass. he quickly puts an end to your movements by bringing one flaming hand down against the mound of your cunt and you yelp loudly.

     pulling out all the way while letting go of your hair, touya shoves you back down to the ground where you hit the floor with a thud, and he’s flipping the camera back around to make sure he captures the best part on film. 

     jerking himself off once again, it only takes him a few more seconds to cum—the disgustingly hot and sticky liquid spurting all over your back as he groans lowly.

     “that wasn’t so bad, right, doll?” he asks tauntingly, making sure to zoom in on his name burned into your back. this was going to be a lovely treat for the internet. 

     standing up and collecting himself, he ends the video before moving to untie your wrists, but not bothering with the blindfold, figuring you could get it off yourself.

     “‘ll be back tomorrow, so try not to wander off too far, yeah?” he tells you before you hear his footsteps grow fainter and fainter and suddenly, you’re all alone again while touya heads back to the league’s base to upload his wonderful little video to every porn site he can possibly think of.

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"Do you?"

this was their most serious discussion

The League of Villains in the afterlife watching all their efforts and hardships be boiled down to two dorks starting a relationship.

Toga: “Aww!”

Tomura: “Don’t ‘aww’! He didn’t hear a single fucking thing I said. This is not what I meant!”

Touya in the background: “Pottery?”

Toga: “Good for them.” 🥰

Tomura: “THAT SHOULD BE ME AND SPINNER—“

Twice and Magne watching Tomura have a meltdown with popcorn.

Magne: “My murderer is in prison.”

Twice: “Mine got a business suit.”

I don’t know if you’ve done this before but I would love some domestic fluff with Touya/Keigo/Tomura, like their morning routine living with the reader (including cute bed head ofc)

Giggling I don’t mind if I dooo this is my favorite type of contentt

Tomura

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Waking up next to Tomura was quite the experience. The leader of a group of infamous villains, one of the most feared men in all of Japan, and yet he was seemingly so fragile curled up in the bed next to you. It was surreal sometimes to think about it, only for those pretty red eyes to flutter open and make you forget your previous thoughts entirely as he yawned and kissed your cheek, muttering a quick “morning, sweetheart” as he sat up and stretched.

One thing about him that you could count on was that he was always out of bed before you. You didn’t get it- you’d think he’d be hard to wake up in the morning, but really he was always quick to rise, even after he’d spent most of the night gaming.

“I’m making breakfast. Want some?” He said groggily from the door, earning a nod from you as you sat up. Of course, he was a terrible cook and always just got cereal for the two of you anyways. You could hear him yawn again in the kitchen as he shuffled around getting bowls and such. He may be quick to get up, but he’s always perpetually sleepy. You walked in sleepily too, making the both of you some coffee. He glanced over at you as he put the milk away, a small smile crossing his lips as he shut the fridge and moved around behind you, placing a few chaste kisses on your shoulder. You smiled, turning around to kiss him back, your fingers carding through his messy hair. He kissed your lips for what felt like forever, pinning you to the counter till you hummed and pulled away.

“Get off and go eat before the cereal gets soggy” you said, glancing behind him. “Who cares, c’mere” he grumbled trying to pull you close again, but instead you kissed the tip of his nose and moved on past him. He pouted but complied once you gave him his cup of coffee, and the two of you spent the rest of your morning in each others peaceful company. Luckily, your cereal wasn’t too soggy, something that Tomura bragged about afterwards when he leaned in for more kisses after breakfast

(a/n - chat are y’all blushing at this as much as me rn)

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Keigo

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Keigo always snores. He might just be the loudest person you’ve ever slept next to. Luckily most nights he practically smothers you in feathers and muffles the noise, but in summary he’s a pretty loud sleeper.

But this man is as quiet as a mouse when he gets up.

You sat up with a yawn, getting up to turn off your alarm. You looked back to nudge Keigo awake, only to notice he wasn’t there, just a few stray feathers scattered across his side of the bed. You pouted slightly, walking out of the room to look around in the kitchen. He wasn’t there either. Surely he wasn’t already gone right?

“Hey sweets!”

You nearly jumped in surprise when you heard his cheery voice from behind you, spinning around to look at him. He laughed, putting his hands on your hips “you scared the crap out of me, Keigo!” You said, crossing your arms. “I know, I’m sorry-please don’t punch me this time” he pleaded with a smile, leaning in to kiss your cheek. He was already dressed, freshened up, and ready to go, and you hadn’t even realized he’d gotten out of bed till you looked over. But there was one thing about him in the mornings that always drove you crazy.

“You forgot to brush your hair again” you said, ruffling his messy hair. He chuckled, drumming his fingers on your sides “what’s the point? It’ll be messy anyways” he replied, giving you another kiss. You sighed, cupping his face in your hands as you kissed him back. “Do you have to leave early?” “I made you breakfast to heat up whenever you want it” “so that’s a yes?”

He sighed, moving his wing to playfully nudge your shoulder as he moved past you “you know I have to” he said quietly, pulling you along with him to the balcony door of your apartment. You merely hummed in response, giving him a hug and kiss before he opened the door, said a quick “I love you” and was gone. The downsides of dating the fastest man alive.

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Touya

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Touya was always so grumpy after the alarm clock went off. He could’ve been awake in bed for hours before then, but as soon as that familiar sound rang and he knew he had to get up, he’d always get up with a frown.

Today was no different, but you’d woken up earlier than usual, with thirty minutes till your alarm went off. You sat up wit a yawn, about to get up early, only for Touya to tug you back down. “No” he said bluntly, wrapping his arms around you. You blinked and rubbed your eyes, groaning as you looked at him “what do you mean?” You asked, watching his totally unamused expression shift to an even less amused one, if that was possible. “We still got time, just go back to sleep, you’re not leavin me here” he replied groggily, his arms locked around you. “Just get up with me then” you replied, only for him to groan in frustration. “No.”

You sighed, watching his perpetually frowny face as a smile grew on yours. “You’re so clingy” you whispered, brushing his hair from his face. His eyes softened, but his pout only grew, as if he was trying to hide that sliver of vulnerability. “Am not” he replied gruffly, “I just don’t like getting up.”

“How long have you been awake?” You asked, your thumb stroking his cheek. He looked at the clock, grumbling. “Like…three” he answered, making you raise your eyebrows. “So you just lay here doing nothing all night? And you expect me to do the same?” “Yes now shut up and close your eyes” he retorted, huffing until you did so. “Thank you” he said in an exasperated tone, grumbling to himself about how annoying you were being. You smiled and shook your head, keeping your eyes shut as he lay across from you, stroking your hair.

The truth is, he didn’t do nothing all night. He lay there watching you for a good portion of the time, stroking your hair or just thinking out loud while you slept. Saying things so sweet that you’d never expect to hear it from him if you were awake. He hated your alarm clock because it always meant his time doing so was over.

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mannnnnn Touya that’s so creepy (marry me)

Four. Four soulmates. Oh Kamisama no! - Reader x ShiggyOverDabiHawks

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💞 Chapter 8 - Fives a crowd?

Well, that answers that question about which timeline they are from. You mentally face palm yourself. Right during the Overhaul arc. You swallow, shaking off your heebie jeebie as best as you could. Great, they are doing to start a war in my house. And I'm the one who started it. Big oops.

"You take my arms." Overhaul grit his teeth. "Leaving me stranded on the side of the road, bleeding, helpless, quirkless and steal the last two years of my life's work?"

If you thought you saw Overhaul angry, he looked murderous now. You knew he could do fullmetal alchemist level of overpowered bullshit with his quick. And all without the equivalent exchange at that. Before Deku took him down, the yakuza birdman was like a Greek God on the battlefield, fought dirty, ferocious and tenacious. Hell, even his Monsterhaul form was badass.

If Deku hadn't been there. You had no doubt that Lemillion and Sir NightEye would have both died as messed up as that sounded. Sir had saw a future in which Deku died and got away.

"Serves you right, Overhaul. You owed us an arm after all, isn't that what you said?" Shigaraki chuckles. "Oh? And the point of playing Shogi was dethroning the King, right? You lost to that brat, game over."

"Talk about bad karma catchin' up to you, beaky." Dabi replies.

"You're one to talk Shigaraki." Overhaul pointed out, pointing at one of the covers of the manga. "That little pest beats you too."

You were already mentally and emotionally drained, tired. You just wanted to go to bed. "Alright." You stood to your feet against, interrupting the Villains spat. "I'm going to go change out of my work clothes and then we can prepare dinner." You drag your blanket with you. "I don't care what. Just please pick something and I'd appreciate it, if one of you helps me in the kitchen." You pause, peeking over your shouldering and adding. "Whoever doesn't help cook washes the dishes."

The men watch you leave.

"I'll be damned she is a bossy little thing." Dabi grins in amusement, standing and heading towards the window for another smoke break. "She's got grit. I'll give'er that."

"Bossy, bratty, control freak like some other annoying bird we know." Shigaraki huffs and crossing his arms.

Hawks' chuckles, smiling softly. "It's cute you gotta admit that. She's taking all this incredible well for a civilian."

"You mean she's a weirdo." Shigaraki grumbles.

Overhaul sat in silence, his lips twitch. You are quite bold to boss them around, holding your ground and stepping your foot down. Any other person would have been screaming for the hills, crying, pleading and trying to escape. But not you. Show insane amounts of courage, thinking rationally and keeping your wits about you despite your earlier moments of vulnerability and emotional outburst.

The yakuza stood to his feet, unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling up his sleeves to his elbows. "Better go see what we have to work with in the kitchen." He makes his way into the kitchen, opening the fridge, freezer and checking the pantry, thinking to himself in silence.

"It ain't your turn to cook." Hawks protested. Which was odd. He was more laxed out of the group, then again, a way to win over a potential lover was by cooking and to their stomachs. "It's mine."

"Overly greasy and fatty fried chicken, skewer's or otherwise isn't good for her stomach after all the stress she just endured for the past three hours." Overhaul drawled without leaving his gaze from the fully stocked pantry.

"I wasn't going to make fried chicken." Hawks muttered, his cheeks growing rosy. "Besides I can't help if its comfort food."

"Fried rice sounds nice." Overhaul mutters to himself, ignoring the hero. "I'll have to tweak the recipe a bit since we don't have any overnight or dry rice, but no matter." Pulling out the huge plastic container filled with rice, walking to the counter besides the stove, pausing and flickering his golden eyes on the winged bird. "Well? You were complaining and whining about not helping." He raised a brow; his tone was flat with a hint of annoyance. "Either come over here, make yourself useful and help or shut up and get out of the kitchen. I don't care."

Hawks' embarrassment quickly faded; his lips tightened into a strained smile. He went to the fridge, pulling out a carton of eggs, onions, and scallions. "I'll go ahead and cut these."

"Suit yourself." Overhaul replied, pleased to find that you had a rice cooker in one of the lower cabinets, raising a gloved hand and pointing towards the pantry. "The cutting board is over there." Then pointing towards the drawer near the oven. "Knives are on the three drawers to the left."

Hawks blinked. "Damn, you already know your way around her kitchen?"

"Obviously." Overhaul clicked his tongue, stopping himself from rolling his eyes. "If we are going to be stuck here and visiting her home. We need to know our way around." He went back to the oven, setting the rice cooker on the counter, opened the rice container, scooping three cups of rice into scoot your kept inside and poured it in. The sound of the rice hitting the pot filled the silence before the gangster spoke again. "While your over there. Fetch a couple cans of those canned hams would you."

Hawks glared at the nagging, control freak. "Yeah, yeah, I'll get it."

Dabi's voice came from the living room. "Since both birdmen are playing housewives, I assume it's Shiggy's turn to wash dishes tonight, right?"

"What?" Shigaraki protests from the couch, jolting when he nearly disintegrated one of the manga volumes in his hands. He wasn't paying attention until Dabi called his name. "Why me? It isn't my turn." He narrowed his eyes. "It's that germ freaks turn."

Dabi snickered, blowing a smoke ring out the window before taking another hit. "Can you cook anything without burning it or turning it into dust?" Shigaraki said nothings, causing the flame users amused smirk to widen. "That's what I thought. Poor spoiled little, sheltered little gamer nerd."

Shigaraki made a noise between a feral cat hissing and a growl. "I can't help it, if Kurogiri never taught me how to cook. He always made everything and when I tried, he'd shove me out."

"Takes real talent to burn a pot of boiling water." The black haired, patchwork villain reminded the other.

You came back wearing an oversize t-shirt with a side profile of Overhaul on it, bedtime shorts that spotted at your mid-thighs that read "Plus Ultra", ankle socks with Toga, Shigaraki and Dabi on them as you towel dried your hair after having freshly showered.

Dabi and Shigaraki paused to check out your bedtime outfits. It was still weird seeing they had merch here, yet they felt amused to find you wearing it. Aside from seeing bird beaks face on your chest.

"Really?" Shigaraki grumbled, tilting his head.

You furrowed your brows, blinking and staring down at your outfits. "What?"

"You seriously picked an outfit with literally each of us on it." The hand villain gestured to all of you.

Oh. You did. "It wasn't on purpose." Your cheeks grew rosy, nearly covering your face with your towel. "It was on top of my pajama pile, that's all."

"Uh huh, sure, doll, sure." Dabi raised a brow, finishing his cigarette and cocking his head to the side as he closed the window. "How cute, our soulmate really is our fangirl. Cringe worthy, but cute."

----- End of Chapter 8 ----

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💞Chapter 1 - Ignorance is Bliss

💞Chapter 2- Unexpected Encounter

💞Chapter 3 - The Matchmaking Goddess meddles

💞Chapter 4 - New Game. Love Game, Start.

💞Chapter 5: Dance with Devils and a Red Winged Angel

💞Chapter 6: The Red String

💞Chapter 7: Fiction meets Reality

💞Chapter 9: Coming Soon!