Kurogiri’s Been Collecting Everyone’s Empty Vapes That He Finds Around The LOV Hideout Into A Tube

Hawks fics

Hawks Boyfriend headcanons

twitter pated- part 1 / Part 2/ Part 3 / part 4/ part 5

human spinner doodles ( + shigaraki cuz they're besties)

Just Maybe | Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

CW: Sub! Shigaraki if you squint, humiliation kink, masturbation, fleshlight used

Maybe knowing he'd never be yours was that drew him to you.

It had to have been that. It couldn't be anything else: he found your charisma annoying, your popularity suffocating, your voice absolutely irritating.

You were just...too perfect.

But maybe that was exactly what he needed. Someone unattainable- someone safe.

That was what made it so easy to thrust into his fleshlight at the thought of you, arm draped over his face and covering his eyes with-

Well, it couldn't be shame.

He liked that what he was doing was exactly what a disgusting pervert would do. He liked that anyone could look at him fucking his fleshlight and correctly conclude he was probably some untouched virgin who relied entirely on toys to satisfy himself.

He liked how pathetic it was, gasping the name of the most popular student in his grade level while he fucked himself silly.

He liked how messy he'd get, how almost whiny he'd sound when it got to a certain point.

Oh, if only you could see his poor, swollen cock aching for the touch of someone else. Heavy balls begging to be stepped on-

Fuck, the thought was enough for him to let out a shaky whine.

His thighs would tremble as he got close to climax, and his end, his last thought would always, always be-

Well...what if he did have a chance with you?

Of course that was hard for anyone to believe when his unathletic ass was still gasping and covered in his own cum. But maybe, just...

Just, maybe.

A Hawks appreciation post 💖💖💖

happy halloween

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.

return to KINKTOBER | LEAGUE OF VILLAINS M.LIST

more dabi texts because I miss my husband so badly rn

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

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

💞 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!

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 .ᐟ

synopsis: late nights + hunger = late night arguments abt food w the sillies (and other stuff)!!

chars: touya todoroki, keigo takami, tomura shigaraki

req? no >_< this brainrotted my mind 4 some reason

lil note: in touya's he's being rehabilitated (i want him HAPPY.)

t. todoroki

k. takami

t. shigaraki

my silly billies frfr😔

WARNING!

This fic is not suitable for minors. It contains sexual relationships, accidental pregnancy, substance abuse, withdrawal, and addiction. This is a sequel fic.

Chapter 10

Until you know freedom once again

“I’m only doing this as a favor to All Might, by the way,” Tsukauchi says as he walks with you through security. 

“You say that as if you don’t drive me around everywhere all the time,” you tell him.

A security officer escorts the two of you through the prison. He doesn’t speak, completely ignoring your conversation.

Tsukauchi adds, “All Might should be able to walk a bit more soon, so the arrangement will come to an end.”

“Well, that’s a shame, I thought we were getting really close, Tsukauchi-san.”

He sighs at your teasing, and it makes you smile. The whole atmosphere feels as sterile as a hospital. A man in a tan colored jumpsuit mops up some pale colored slop on the floor, and his eyes widen as you look at him. The officer glares at him, and the man continues his business. As you pass, he offers a sly smirk and a wave. Wondering whether or not you should acknowledge him, you wave softly anyway.

Tsukauchi scolds you, “Don’t [...] with the inmates, there’s already enough controversy going on.”

“What controversy?” you ask.

“The one regarding your special Hero Billboard Chart for villains. I’ve heard reports from lots of prisons that some inmates think you’re still on their side. If he’s a sympathizer, then it could lead to a riot. So please don’t do anything that could insinuate something.”

“I was just waving.”

The officer finally speaks up. “You may have been just waving, but to him, that could’ve been seen as a proposal.”

“That’s crazy,” you tell him.

“It might seem crazy, but who’s to say inmates won’t start asking you to pardon them? Who’s to say that guy doesn’t actually hate you and wants you dead? That wave could’ve been an opening to kill you. The opinion about you is pretty divided around here—believe me I know. Inmates only have time for shitting and talking,” the officer finishes.

There’s another security officer posted outside the door that you stop at. The two greet each other.

“I’ll let you speak privately, but know that there’s still a CCTV camera watching for safety purposes,” Tsukauchi tells you.

“You’re so considerate,” you respond dryly.

He doesn’t roll his eyes, but you can sense that he wants to. “It’s standard protocol. Nothing personal.”

“It’s fine. I’ll just have to speak to him in code if we’re going to create a jailbreak plan.” You smirk.

“Enough jokes. You have thirty minutes.”

Tsukauchi nods as the security guard opens the door. In the center of the room sits a table with a chair. The man with a mop of curly brown hair sits with his back towards you. He’s in a wheelchair and there’s a machine connected to his side. It hums softly as it works to keep his vitals stable. His head turns slightly to see who approaches him, but he softens seeing it’s you.

“Well, it’s about time. I thought you had forgotten all about me,” he says in English.

“I could never forget you, Mister.” You take a seat across from him.

His hands are fully cuffed in some weird contraption to prevent him from using his quirk. You noticed how he was given a new prosthetic, one very basic looking and not as useful as the one the PLF had gotten him.

“With a face like that, how could I forget you,” you add.

He smiles charmingly, and says with a soft laugh, “Don’t flatter me, I’ll get flustered.”

“I missed you. There’s a lot to update you on.”

“If this is about your stunt at the Hero Billboard Chart ceremony, I’m already aware. You’re quite popular here, you know.”

“So I’ve heard. What’s the real gossip amongst inmates?”

“Some of them think it’s great that you hailed the villains as heroes and stood your ground so publicly. Others think it was a mockery. Either way, people are talking about you.”

“I can’t believe they’re gossiping about me even in prison.” You groan and bury your head in your arms on the table. “I can’t escape it at all.”

“No offense, but it is the natural consequence for what you did. Does it matter though—what other people say? You have a chance to do something with this.”

“I don’t even know what to do though. I only did it to bring justice to our names. There were so many defamatory articles. People were saying the craziest things that weren’t even true at all.”

“So you got the truth out. Now figure out your next steps.”

You groan again, but Mister chuckles at your dramatics.

“You’ve grown a lot,” he notes.

“I’ve been through a lot,” you respond.

“I meant physically.”

“Wow, thanks.”

“I just mean the baby is starting to show. How are you going to keep hiding the truth?”

“I have no idea. I was just going to let him handle it I suppose.”

“Have you discussed that with him?”

You’re quiet for a moment, scrunching your face to avoid having to tell Mister the truth. “Not really…”

“I don’t blame you, but the stakes are pretty high for you both. Definitely consider it before the baby comes.”

“I’ve been a bit preoccupied.”

“Oh? Is there a new man in the picture, then?” He flashes his theatrical smirk.

“Ha ha, very funny. Obviously no. All Might adopted me and we moved house.”

“Ah, I see you’re really moving up in the world. So have I, as I was assigned to a new room, and this one is more private.”

“Well that’s good. It’s good, right?”

“They gave me this machine and chair so I can be a bit more mobile. But they changed out my prosthetic when they found out I was using my quirk to sneak food back into my bunk.”

You gawk at him, wondering if he’s joking, but the smile plastered on his face says otherwise. 

“Why were you hoarding food in your marbles?” you ask.

“They only give us food during meal times and I was getting hungry at night. Also the oatmeal makes a good paste when mixed with toilet paper to make earplugs. Anyway, at least I won’t have to deal with Geten snoring anymore.”

“So, this is what prison is like, I suppose. Wait, you were rooming with that ice bastard?!”

“Not by my choice, obviously. You’re lucky that you got away with being pardoned. Have you been able to meet with Spinner or Dabi?”

“Spinner, yes, but I haven’t gone to see Dabi yet. I get updates from his brother.”

“How are they doing?”

“Spinner’s extra quirks have taken a toll on his body, but he’s stable these days. I still can't see him frequently though. I kind of snuck in last time. As for Dabi, Shouto says he’s able to stay awake for eight minutes a day now. Which is good, but the doctors don’t know if he’ll improve any more than that.”

Mister furrows his brow. “He’ll die in there eventually. You know that, right?”

You’re quiet. It’s a fact that you’ve been avoiding. His body is barely kept alive by a team of doctors tending to him constantly. His will is keeping him alive more, but eventually it won’t be enough and his body will shut down. You know this. Everyone knows this. Yet, you’ve all been avoiding the harsh reality.

“I don’t want to think about it. I’ve lost enough people I care about already,” you say.

“I know it must be hard to see him like that, but it would be best to try.”

“Don’t nag me, I know it is. I’ll go see him soon and give you some real updates…” 

“Speaking of updates, what else do you have to tell me?” he asks.

You use up your time to talk with him. You tell him the details of Hawks pardoning you and hiring you as his assistant. You explain how All Might proposed your adoption following the war. You tell him about your new house and your plans to raise your child there. You vent your worries about Spinner and Dabi, while also taking the time to mourn together for Himiko and Tomura. He tells you more about his prison escapades in hopes of bringing a smile to your face. Every minute feels precious, and being with Mister fills a void that’s been left in your heart. His charm makes you laugh, but it leaves you with an ache in your heart that he’s not coming home with you. Time passes all too quickly. Soon enough the thirty minutes pass, and Tsukauchi returns to retrieve you.

“I’ll talk to someone and see if I can get my number added to your approved caller list so we can talk more frequently,” you tell him.

You bend down to give him a hug before you go. He holds you tightly to him, savoring his last moment with you.

“Until we meet again, my dear friend,” he whispers into your ear.

The pang in your heart makes your eyes sting. “Until then.”

Until I can get your ass out of here, so you can know freedom once again.

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