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(2/2) I BEG!!! SOMEONE DRAW MY HCS 😭😭 (no pressure, it'd just be cool)
Here's a list of all my headcanons... I BEGGG someone draw one and tag me in it 😵🙌 (1/2)
Lover Is A Day P3
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⇒ Series: Intro, 1, 2, 3 ⇒ My Hero Academia ⇒ Dabi x Reader, Toya Todoroki x Reader ⇒ AU where Toya yoinked Shoto and they ran away from Endeavor’s abuse. Story under cut! (Toya is 17, Shoto is 7) ⇒ 1,131 words ⇒ A year timeskip for this chapter!
“He’s just a kid!”
“WE’RE just kids toya! What can WE do?!”
In your apartment, you and Toya come up with a few ideas on how to get Toya back, safely and legally. As much as he hates it, he needs to wait until he’s 18 to get custody over Shoto and keep him safe. So for a few years, Y/N becomes a Pro-Hero while Toya becomes more of a vigilante.
He doesn’t want to be tainted with the name of a Pro-Hero but he respects your wishes of becoming one. One night, you come home to your shared apartment to find Toya all beaten up on the couch. It wasn’t the first time that he’s come home a mess, and neither was it the last time. Day by day, he’s been getting himself into worse trouble in his career.
You sighed loudly, closing the door with your boot. “Toya, we need to talk.” He didn’t bother sparing a glance in your direction. You tossed your belongings onto the counter and pulled out the first aid kit.
You made your way over to him, kneeling in front of him and popping open the container. You delicately dressed his wounds and wrap it in gauze. You held his arm for a moment, tenderly rubbing your thumb over the bandages. “Toya, please.” You pleaded, trying to get him to make eye contact.
No matter how much you pleaded, he kept disregarding you. The subject is heavy enough as it is, him not complying didn’t help either. Grabbing the medical items, you swung around and placed them back into the container they belong in. He wasn’t going to talk, but you knew he couldn’t help but listen.
Hesitantly, you locked the medical kit shut and sighed out heavily. He took notice of your distressed figure, but decided to keep quiet. “Toya. You’re not making this any easier.” Your fists clenched up until your knuckles turned white. It wasn’t going to be easy, but it had to be done. “I’m tired of you coming home banged up all the time. One of these days you’re going to end up dying without me even knowing.”
His breathing picked up abruptly but he still refused to engage. “Shoto would’ve wanted better of you.” You just had to light the fire under him. It was an accident, the words had carelessly slipped out of your mouth. Which showed in your actions as you covered your mouth with both of your hands, eyes widening. But it was too late to late anything back. He had already got up from the couch, and took heavy strides towards you. “What would you know about him? You left him.” Venom laced his words, piercing you deeply.
He knew it was an accident, he knew you couldn’t do anything that the time. But that didn’t fill the void in him, that didn’t silence the pain he felt every day. “You know I tried-,” “Tried? You ran off as always. You’re a coward. You shouldn’t even call yourself a hero.” “If that’s how you feel then you should just leave!” The two of you went back and forth exchanging further blows. It wasn’t something you could take back, but damn did it feel good to get the stress off your chests.
You squeezed your palms tightly until you felt crescent shapes digging into your palm to keep yourself from shaking. The air was heavy with tension and neither of you moved, nor made eye contact. You could tell from his stiff figure, that he felt the same way. “Fine.” The last words you’ll exchange that night. He grabbed a backpack and shoved what little things he owned and went out the front door, without closing it. Your feet remained glued to the same place.
Fear and anxiety wouldn’t let go of you, wouldn’t let you make a single move, or form a single word. ‘Stay.’ ‘Don’t go.’ Nothing more happened.
The apartment was dark and silent, as you sat huddled up on the couch, your mind raced. Not only if Toya gone, if he got hurt he wouldn’t come to you. ‘What if something bad happens to him?’ Getting up from the couch, you grabbed a jacket that Toya had left behind and threw it on. There was no time to waste, something terrible could happen to him and you weren’t going to spend one second overthinking.
Hours passed, as you spent all night searching through alleyways and abandoned buildings for Toya. Dawn was coming, as the sky turned into a lighter blue. Your legs stumbled underneath you, trying to keep going. Momentarily, you fell to your knees, exhaustion over taking you. ‘No...I need to find him…’ Rising up, you leaned against the walls to help hold you up. ‘There’s no way he’s going to show himself in daylight.’ With that, you started making your way to your apartment.
The night had been cold and wet, as present in your drenched clothes and shivering form. With shaky hands, you unlocked your front door, and shut it behind you with one foot. Not bothering to lock it in case Toya changed his mind. Though, you doubt that would happen. Limping to the bathroom, you shed off the wet clothes and turned on the warm water. It felt nice against your icey skin. Sliding down until you were sitting, you let you legs collapse freely.
Changing into a simple t-shirt and shorts, you collapse onto the sofa and stare up at the ceiling. Several situations crossed your mind of how to find him or how to get him back, but your consciousness failed you as you drifted off to sleep from lack of rest all night.
Toya on the other hand, got his hands dirty with doing crimes for other people to scrap together some money. Did he have a plan? Not really, just a tossed together ‘Japan or Bust’ concept. He bumped into a woman, and apologized, slipping past her. Quickly, he pocketed the money he stole from her into his pants. But in order for his attempt at a plan to work, he would have to survive by himself.
Since going to your place was definitely out of the question now. He could go back, make up an apology and fix things with you. No. It was your fault he was in this situation to begin with. You two almost had a perfect life. But your carelessness cost him greatly. The pent up frustration of leaving Shoto behind that day had never left him.
He walked into a dodgy convenience store, which had some overhanging lights flickering, to buy something warm to eat. Unfortunately the cold was getting to him, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle with his quirk. His quirk...