Sorry Mr Compress Isn't There, There Weren't Enough People In The Reference Image :/

so cute :((

them in the new official art ,,,, holds them so gemtly in my hands

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image 1: a drawing of a chibi toga and dabi sitting in the palms of two hands. toga looks happy and is wearing a red dress with pink sleeves. dabi looks annoyed and is wearing a black suit.

image 2: a cropped screenshot of my hero academia official art. it shows toga and dabi in a red dress with pink sleeves and a black suit respectively. /end id]

he is so real

“Distant relative”? I assume you are referring to my father?

Source: Tumblr

Dabi Touya has been plotting.

CUTIE

I wish him gentle mornings

its the stinky guy

♡ 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.

What if Tomura Shigaraki becomes a vestige and annoys Deku for all eternity, the comic

when i tell u i cried

opabsolutely enamored with dabi begrudgingly having to accommodate softness. like yeah, he's been buying less cigs bc while he does want to get you addicted to kissing him, he doesn't want you to deal w the consequences of smoking, you now regularly taste cheap mints when you lean in for a peck, & if you smoke already he's always stealing ur cigs. you walk out to greet him & see him either out of the window or through the peephole; brushing off his jacket & trying to fix his hair in the reflection of the door handle, immediately straightening up when you walk outside. dabi, calling you stupid for buying him flowers & saying it was unnecessary but like, he's hiding his embarrassed face behind the bouquet of violets (you said they were his colour) & finding some old jug to put them in when he gets back. places them on his bedroom windowsill & wonders how you could see such nice flowers from any aspect of himself. dabi, who knows that you don't get to be who he is & have good things & people happen to you & like, if he oversteps & accepts such care it'll like jinx it & the universe will make you explode or some shit. he deadpans when you let him sleepover & you insist on getting him blankets & you're shoving some stuffed toy next to him before turning off the light, he promptly throws it over his shoulder in annoyance, several seconds pass, & he's sighing as he gets up to collect it again. dabi, who absolutely doesn't get what you see in him at all, he's actively suicidal & has nothing to give you. dabi, who doesn't understand the concept of softness without punishment, yet can't seem to be able to be cruel to you. dabi, who contemplates burning you alive the first time you hold him, but doesn't. who paces around your room at night, staring at you sleeping, thinking about how easily someone can take you away. thinking about how stupid you are for associating with him, thinking about how stupid he is for not killing you. wondering about how he's been allowed this strange innocent romance that's the polar opposite of who he is & what he embodies. dabi, who yearns for your approval & praise like some angry ex fighting dog, who stands as still as the statues of icons he's toppled while you rub his shoulders. dabi, who continously distances himself but always ends up back at your doorstep somehow, even as his skin gets worse. who curiously & cautiously dances around the question of whether or not you think he's still handsome when he's basically just a walking corpse. dabi, who feels like shit about the way he makes you worry about him & the way he treats you but it's the only way he knows how to act, he wonders why he can't just be the person you must see him as. dabi, who is a sucker for your long goodbye kisses bc you dont know if he's going to return alive. dabi, who is much better at falling asleep while hugging your hoodies than he is in a bed. dabi, who can't accept many of the meals you give him because years of homelessness just means proper food makes him sick, yet he still tries to shove as many of your pancakes in his face as possible, not caring how he's hunched over the toilet hours later. dabi, who asks toga what someone like you would like for their birthday, he doesn't own a smart phone or even a calendar but it doesn't matter bc he's counting down the days. dabi, who goes to your home in the dead of night & makes excuses but really, it's because he was thinking too hard, & he breaks your heater deliberately & insists you hug for warmth. dabi, who sees snippets of romance movies toga watches & wonders whether you'd like to be treated like that, but instead you got saddled with him. dabi, who is being torn apart at the seams at the idea of actually living in such a ragged state, laughing at the fact that his purpose for being had such a simple answer this entire time while he was busy ruining himself through the complexities of past abuse, terrorism, & murder for some grand theatrical reason to die. it's the answer that means he would've lived... if he only knew you a long time ago, bc it's too late now.

dabi, who lets you pull him away from the fighting & scheming to rest inside a minute or two together. dabi, who thinks that maybe a purpose doesn't need to last a lifetime, at this point, having known you, he'd be happy with it lasting just one more day... but that wouldn't be fair to you, you deserve a nice house with a dog & some children & normalcy. dabi, who thinks it takes a real masochist to love someone who refuses to live a life with you. dabi, who lit your rug on fire after you jumped out at him to jokingly surprise him, too on edge to allow himself to relax, who gets mad with himself & sits outside like he's punishing a child & repeats to himself that this type of shit is the exact reason why none of this will ever work. dabi, who lets you adjust his tie before he has to go to some formal event for his villainous work, who mumbles how it almost looks like he's dressed for a wedding while staring directly at you. after a swift kiss is left on his cheek & he's wished good luck, the smoke consuming his insides suffocates the butterflies in his stomach before they even have a chance to hatch as he tears his gaze away. dabi, whose eyes bulge out of his skull when toga enters & asks if you two have been "kiissssingggg" in a drawn out, giggly voice as he grunts at her. dabi, who used to sleep facing the door, completely tense, but now sleeps against the wall with his limbs wrapped around you, refusing to let you go. dabi, who keeps telling you that you can't keep loving someone who is already dead & laughs that it will never work & that you're very stupid for hanging around him, while you just roll your eyes before hugging him, saying that you'd be fine with just one more day with him. dabi, who finds himself agreeing, he's always agreed, & if being hurt is what you want, it's what he does best. dabi, who gradually returns the hug. DABI!

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.