Touya Realizing He Always Had Part Of His Mom's Quirk, But It Happening At The Expense Of Abusing His

this means so much to me

your voice tended to get lost in groups sometimes.

your friends were quite... loud, at times. rambunctious. it was difficult to be heard whenever you wanted to say something. you didn't blame them, not really. they were so energetic all the time that it was only inevitable that someone like you—soft-spoken and significantly quieter than them—would get drowned out in the face of their fast-paced enthusiasm.

to their credit, they didn't exclude you intentionally. they did remember your presence and they often did their best to get you to contribute to conversations. but, well, they didn't always.

not that you were particularly incensed about it. you were new to the group anyways, it was only natural that they would forget you were there from time to time.

overall, though, you thought yourself lucky to be able to settle in so easily with their friend group. they were very accommodating and nice—you couldn't recall a single moment where they made you feel like an imposter. they'd adopted you into their lives like you were a stray cat on the streets and you couldn't find it in yourself to be ungrateful.

currently, you were sitting in the apartment of ashido mina, having been invited to one of her get togethers for some of her classmates from her high school days. you were familiar with most—if not all—of them by now and had been warmly welcomed into her home to catch up with their exciting lives.

you sat quietly on the fuzzy pink ottoman ashido had and sipped at a drink she'd made for you that bubbled down your throat. around you, multiple conversations were occurring as people had sectioned off into little circles for the time being. you were partially included in one of the circles closest to you and listened on as kaminari denki chatted with a few others about one of the more recent missions he'd done.

"yeah, i didn't realize the villain had smashed my shooter until it was too late!" he sighed dramatically and shook his head. "i'd fully brought it up to nail him in the face, too! imagine my surprise when it didn't shoot out any of my disks! i was almost outta charge at that point, i was so desperate..."

"bummer, man." sero hanta grinned in that familiar way of his. "aren't you supposed to be a pro? how you get caught slacking like that, dude?"

"i don't know!!" kaminari almost wailed. "i almost got squashed by his quirk but lucky for me, ei was there—"

"i'd always take a hit for you, man!" kirishima eijirou said as he clapped his friend on the shoulder with a smile. "did you send your shooter to hatsume?"

"yeah, i dropped by her shop yesterday." kaminari then pouted slightly. "she almost beat me up for it. i told her i was sorry a million times!"

"oh!" you perked up slightly and opened your mouth to add in your own story. "that reminds me of when i—" but your voice got drowned out when kaminari started talking loudly about hatsume always messing with him, and you found yourself clamping your lips shut to avoid talking over him or getting overpowered.

you instead resigned yourself to taking another sip of your drink. and that was when you suddenly heard a low grunt to your right.

lounging on the loveseat ashido owned was bakugou katsuki, glass in hand as he stared at some random point to his left. he looked like he didn't want to be here—like he didn't care—but you knew it was all just for show. he tended, like you, to sit to the side and simply watch to the people around him. it sometimes gave you an odd sense of camaraderie with the man, even if you'd never had a proper conversation with him before.

his ruby eyes swiveled in your direction when you looked at him and he raised a singular pale eyebrow at you. "you were sayin'?" he said in a rough voice. "m'listenin'."

you stared at him like you were a goldfish—eyes wide and mouth agape—then smiled lightly and scooted closer so you could continue your story.

and you learned that bakugou katsuki paid attention to those around him. he paid attention, and he listened.

because he cared.

he picked up on little things that most people wouldn't, his sharp eyes quick to analyze and assess. he wasn't particularly fond of being the focus of a conversation and rarely put himself in that position. he did add his two cents when people expected him to—when they looked at him for his input on a certain thing or when they teased him to get him to say something, anything. but he much preferred to be on the outside looking in. after all, it was quiet there.

he was tuned—even if it didn't seem like it—to his friends' emotions. he was the foundation that they could stand on, the glue that kept them together. he wasn't good with words, but he was good at sitting and listening. and contrary to what others believed, he didn't mind it, either.

he occasionally gave solid advice, too. advice you never knew you needed to hear.

"don't be afraid t'speak up," he grunted at you one day when it was just the two of you. "your words matter." you matter, went unsaid.

you used to think he would get annoyed easily at having to listen to people ramble all the time. but he didn't—not when it was someone he trusted, someone he was close to. it was just another thing you hadn't expected from loud, explosive bakugou katsuki. another thing you kept note of and stored away in a little box to keep.

and as you chatted with him happily, watching him listen to you attentively as though every word you said was important, you couldn't help but to smile at him warmly.

SOBBING THIS IS TOO CUTE

誕生日おめでとう ー Happy birthday

Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Synopsis: You never told Dabi it was your birthday, but you didn't have to.

A/N: my birthday is in two days! i turn 20! woo! here's something super short to celebrate :D also, the title reads as "tanjoubi omedetou" which just translates to happy birthday :)

Tags: fluff sweeter than cotton candy

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It’s not that you weren’t looking forward to your birthday. You weren’t not looking forward to it. It’s just something you didn’t care to think about for very long. Getting older was not something to celebrate, in your opinion. It’s one year closer to death, as you often hear emo teens say.

There’s another reason you weren’t thrilled about your birthday, though. You had yet to tell your boyfriend it was tomorrow. Dabi was never the most affectionate. He wasn’t the lovey-dovey type, and you were okay with that. When you found out about Dabi’s birthday back in January and tried to get him a cake, he… wasn’t too happy. You just wish you knew he wasn’t a big fan of birthdays before he threw the cake on the floor.

So, you haven’t told him. Why bring up such a sore subject? The last thing you wanted to do was upset him. Seeing someone you care for that deeply be as upset as he was then really does a number on you, but you’d be lying if you weren’t a little upset that you wouldn’t be spending your birthday with him. It was for the best, you thought. If he doesn’t like birthdays, why force him to celebrate yours?

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The dreadful day has come. After stretching and rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you grab your phone off the dresser. Texts form friends and family have been pouring in as they usually do every year, but Dabi’s name isn’t among those on your lock screen. Why would it be? He had no reason to text you. Favorite sweater falling off one shoulder and the minty taste of toothpaste still lingering on your tongue, you step out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.

The smell of burnt pancakes hit you instantly. The sizzle of the frying pan was louder than it should be. Dabi was cooking. He let himself in through the window again. You did wake up cold now that you think about it.

“Sit down. They’re almost done,” his back was facing you, flipping the pancakes one last time. “And close your eyes.” You did as he instructed.

You sat, eyes closed tightly, and heard a plate put down in front of you. A liquid was poured into a cup, presumably coffee based on the smell, and a soft kiss was placed to your temple.

“Open,” he said.

You saw before you three pancakes stacked high on a white plate, topped with whipped cream and fresh fruit. Fruit that looked this nice is quite expensive in Japan, and as far as you knew Dabi was flat broke. The pancakes were… crispy looking. Still edible, though. It looked like Dabi tried to cook something well. He was the worst cook you ever met, but this didn’t look all too bad.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” His was smiling ever so slightly, face very close to yours.

“How did you know?”

“I asked one of your friends.” A blatant lie. He probably did some snooping around your apartment and found some birthday cards your family mailed you.

“Mhm, sure you did.” You smile now matched his, and your lips connected. He was sweet, probably from tasting the whipped cream earlier.

“Thank you, Dabi.”

calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.

praying 4 tomorrow lads

Man.. im opening c.ai again 🏃‍♀️💨

I just know Dabi would take the best pictures of you known to man. You thought you’re ugly and unphotogenic? Give him the camera, he’ll know how to capture your beauty in a way that has you staring at your own picture for hours. And he’ll act like he’s annoyed everytime you ask him for pics but deep down he loves taking them for you, he’ll also take pictures of you when you’re not looking and those turn out the prettiest. (Maybe he just loves you too much you can tell by the way he takes pictures. He’d draw you too if he could)

Sorry Mr Compress isn't there, there weren't enough people in the reference image :/

Sorrynotsorry😘

& I will be cheering him on

♡ I hope 2024 brings every fanfic writer lots of juicy, spicy, angsty, whumpy, crazy, delicious ideas and motivation. may words flow smoothly through your mind and may you find pure joy and satisfaction in your writing. you will do great. I am rooting for you.