Dabi Has NOT Done Worse Than Endeavor. Like, We All Have Different Morals And Wtv Bit I'd Genuinely Rather

Dabi has NOT done worse than endeavor. Like, we all have different morals and wtv bit I'd genuinely rather slaughter like 30+ people than beat n neglect my kids + wife and then front to the whole world like I'm some super awesome guy . KILL YOURSELF ENJI

Dabi is a terrible person don't get me wrong but... Better than endeavor?? Imo?? A lot of people do think murder is worse than abuse but like, I don't think so. I feel like a lot of people just don't understand the effects that abuse has on a person (ps dabi is a great example of a victim!!). All of Dabi's actions were caused by Endeavor's abuse, whether directly (like the fire, caused by enji who pushed Touya into an unstable mental state by basing his self worth on a near impossible goal, tearing it away from him, and then refusing to get him the help he needs and INSTEAD of therapy or even just being kind, he got angry with Touya and made everything even worse.) or indirectly. (Like, Dabi murdering a bunch of random people [unrelated to his goal], because of the mental and emotional issues endeavor caused in his childhood which later caused a chain of events leading him into that lifestyle.)

Abuse often causes homicidal or suicidal thoughts for victims and if they go unrecognized or untreated, sometimes people act on those urges. Now, specifically talking about Dabi, we know he's (CANONICALLY!!) not someone who enjoys killing people, but he does. If endeavor had been a half-competent parent, he wouldn't be killing people, that's what people mean when they say endeavor caused Dabi's actions.

Yeah yeah he's an adult, he's 24 (21 mentally), he should be able to deal with everything. But that's really not how it works. He was abused in childhood, watched his family be abused too, nearly died?? GOT KIDNAPPED?? (+Slept through 99% of puberty/developmental years). Found out his family never really gaf about him, had to live on the street for a hot minute, and then decided that after alllll of that, he was a lil fed up with heroes being total cockwads all the time!! (Considering he probably ran into like, 400 of them and no one helped). Every event in his life was SHIT, and it snowballed. He wasn't allowed or even offered help in his childhood, when his father easily could've gotten it 4 him considering how rich they were, so how was he supposed to just grow up n deal with it? People don't recover by getting older. People recover by getting help, but if instead of help more bad things just keep happening, you're not gonna get better!! You're gonna get worse!!

He's not an empty character, he doesn't ENJOY killing people, but a big part of the league's whole,, deal, is that sometimes you need to sacrifice people (even yourself, in the case of Twice and sortttaaa Magne) to change things. That's a lot of the reason why he does bad things, he doesn't do them cause he gets off on it. He's not an evil soul, just a lil bit mangled.

(But, I mean, I can see some part of him being indifferent to the bad people he kills, he just feels bad for their families n friends)

Staying In

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Summary: You get sick and Dabi takes care of you

Pairing: Dabi/Gen Reader

Content Warning: SFW, Fluff, SickFic, Soft Dabi

Word Count: 1k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 7th part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Prompt: Staying In

My Masterlist

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You wake up warm, almost uncomfortably so, and slightly delirious.

The heat would be normal, what with your furnace of a boyfriend wrapped around you like a koala, if it wasn't the beginning of winter.

And because it's the beginning of winter, you got caught in the first snowfall last night on the way home from work.

And now your nose is stuffy, your skin is clammy and you feel cold enough to be shivering yet hot enough to be sweating.

You can't control the loud, full-body sneeze that escapes you, waking up Dabi in the process.

He looks down at you blearily, patting your head sleepily, and you must look truly miserable because instead of a complaint at the knee to the stomach you know he recieved, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

"Morning baby," he murmurs against your sweaty forehead. His voice is deep and raspy from sleep, and you melt that bit more into him as you usually do when you hear it.

"Morning." You croak out. Your throat is sore and feels like you swallowed sandpaper, and because of the sneeze, your head is now pounding and your limbs ache.

Burying your face in your pillow, you groan miserably at the pain, which wakes him fully.

You feel a warm hand guide you back and press to your forehead, then your neck. "Shit baby, you're burning up.", you can hear the concern in his voice, and it's very sweet, but all you can focus on is the uncomfortable heat seeping into your skin from his touch that you usually can't get enough of.

Squirming away, you force yourself up. "'M fine, I'll just take some meds. I gotta get to work." It comes out nasally, your voice somehow already worse, and your vision spins, but you sit up anyway.

Every movement hurts, and your eye is twitching from the headache, but you still try.

Key word, try, because Dabi almost immediately grabs you and pulls you back to lie down.

"Dumbass, you're not going anywhere in that state." He rolls his eyes as he gets up.

"But—" you begin to protest, struggling to sit up again, but he cuts you off, his pointer finger pushing you back down by the forehead.

"But nothing. You're sick. You can barely stand. You're staying home. Now be a good little patient and stay here while I get you some meds and something to eat, okay?" He barely waits for a response before he's already leaving.

You sigh, giving up, because you know he's right, and you feel really shitty. You won't be any good to do anything.

Gathering whatever little strength you have, you mentally prepare yourself for having to call in sick because your boss is a little bitch and you know it.

After a far too long call in your opinion, and hearing the horrible, croaky state of your voice, she reluctantly grants you the day off.

By the time Dabi comes back in with a glass of water and some meds, your headache has gotten worse from the light of your phone and her grating, nagging voice, and now you're extra irritated.

Downing them, you thank him. He rubs your cheek and you lean into the touch; the warmth now actually feeling nice on your clammy skin. Being sick is so fucking weird."Anything else, Dolly? You want some soup?" his voice is soft as he speaks, a small consideration for your headache, and you smile up at him. "I love you."

He laughs softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I'll take that as a yes. I love you too, baby."

Tucking you back in, he murmurs, "Get some more rest. I'll wake you when it's done." You go easily, drifting back to sleep.

*****

When you wake up again, it's to the muted scent of mouthwatering chicken noodle soup.

The worst of the pain has dulled thanks to the meds, but you still feel sore all over.

Dabi momentarily rests the tray on the nightstand to help you sit up, stacking the pillows behind your back for support, before giving you the tray of soup and a glass of orange juice.

Taking a spoonful, the soup is heavenly to your ailing body and tastebuds, warming you from the inside out.

"Mm, where'd you order it from?", you ask, shoving another spoonful into your mouth.

His brows furrow, head tilting to the side in that adorable way that reminds you of a cat. "I made it." He replies, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You pause mid eating.

“You...made it for me?” you're a bit perplexed, because to your knowledge, he can't cook for shit, and this is downright divine.

It's not what you would expect from the villain, especially with the way he lived up until recently, but from the way the so called "heartless, monster of a villain" people think of him as, loves you so effortlessly, so perfectly, you really should've known to expect the unexpected from him.

Dabi just scoffs, shooting you a pointed look. “Takeout soup is crap. This’ll actually help.” then, quieter, he says, "It's my mom's recipe."

Your eyes soften, setting the spoon into the half eaten soup and placing your hand over his on the bed. "It's delicious, thank you."

He looks away, a familiar faint dusting of pretty pink on the healthy skin of his cheeks, nodding jerkily.

You smile gently, going back to finish the soup.

You might be sick with something nasty, might not be able to get kisses from your loving boyfriend to avoid passing it on, might be losing out on some money, but you're happy.

It's cold outside, only going to get colder as the days go by, but you're warm in all the ways that matter, inside and out, because you're with the love of your life, loved and cared for, and so very cozy.

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