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panel redraw <3

pov: ur getting haunted by ur psycho ex boyfriend that u still have unresolved feelings for 🖐😔

1-800-hot-n-fun // denki kaminari smau

when he just wanted a good time from the random number in the bathroom stall

Some pen sketches of Shota 🥰

whether or not u like dabihawks you have to admit they have the most insane character dynamic. Hawks was born to a villain, inspired to be a hero by endeavor, then trapped as a hero by hero society. Dabi was born to a hero, drove to villainy by endeavor, and his sole purpose is to tear apart hero society. like that’s insane. plus it would be crazy if they fucked.

Tenko & Izuku…

historians will call them powerpuff girls

They could've just shot me in the head instead of this

Natsuo, laying in bed: Get out of my room.

Touya, standing just outside of the door frame: I’m not in your room.

evergreen

𖤓 part v. | series m.list | prev | part vi.

"hey, roomie."

the voice is familiarly boyish. raspier. deeper. it makes your stomach drop and your face drains of blood before it all rushes back to your cheeks when you're able to connect it to its owner.

you're frozen for a moment before slowly turning to meet his eyes. he looks just as tense as you felt.

touya's hands were shoved in the front pocket of his jeans with his thumbs sticking out- a longtime habit for the sake of "not overheating." he's taller- much taller than you remembered. he's a bit broader, and his hair had fully grown out the black box dye from high school, leaving behind his natural white locks.

"hey." you release a shaky exhale, resisting the urge to size him up and down. "what's up?"

"you needed a hand?" he nods towards the several logs of duffle bags filled to the brim laid out at your feet.

touya's careful to not break eye contact. he's scared that the second he looks away, you wouldn't dare look him in the eyes for the rest of the summer.

"i'm good. hawks said he was coming by to give me a hand." you awkwardly shift your feet, the palms of your hands suddenly gone clammy.

"yeah? well birdie told me that you wanted me to come help you with your shit?"

the stun from being face to face with touya again after all these years suddenly vanishes.

touya notices the shift in your expression, cocking an eyebrow in response. he thought he couldn't be any more anxious than he already was while approaching you, but when you're looking at him like that, he wishes the earth would open up and swallow him whole.

"what?" you exclaim, brows furrowed in confusion. "he told you that i wanted you to come help me?"

"well, when you say it like that, sweetheart, it sounds like you don't need my help after all." he scoffs, the tension in his shoulders melting away as a challenging smirk tug at the corners of his mouth.

your chest tightens. for a moment it feels like you're seventeen and this feels normal. ish.

"well i don't," you roll your eyes in annoyance, finally taking your chance to look away. "and don't call me that."

touya presses his lips together in a twinge of satisfaction. he almost forgot how easy it was to irritate you.

you reach down and throw a duffle over your shoulder, grabbing another one with your free hand. he quickly moves to grab the other two before you could oblige.

"going the same way anyways." he shoots you a side glance "don't get so antsy."

touya starts to walk off without another glance back at you. while you struggle to maintain your balance, he effortlessly has both duffle bags tossed over his shoulder, a hand still resting in his pocket.

heat rises to the tip of your ear as you follow behind him, keeping several feet of distance.

you have a bitter taste in your mouth, and touya's heart feels heavy.

he doesn't want to think about how he'll get through the night, let alone the entire summer. for two and half months, he'll wake up to you just across the cabin from him.

he wonders if you're just as neurotic about your night routine, or if you're just as stubborn about getting the bonfire lit by yourself. did you bring that one blanket you insistently had to have with you every camp? will two and half months be undoing to five years?

"do you have the schedule for tonight?" you broke the silence as you two come up to your cabin.

"don't you?" he drops your bags by the entrance. "never got in the habit of checking your emails?"

"shut up." you mutter.

"they still bite." he smirks. "i'll text it over to you."

you glance around the cabin. touya has a single large luggage and a backpack sitting against a wall that has yet to be unpacked. it seems like it's not just you that hasn't shaken off a bad habit.

touya takes your silence as a cue to leave. the air in the cabin had grown thick, almost impossible to breathe in. he reminds himself to look forward the the get together in hawks and tomura’s cabin. if he’s lucky, you wouldn’t want to come. if he’s lucky, he can dare to look you in the eyes again.

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he has what i have fr

(bonus infodumping🫶)

Symbol of fear by day, gamer by night. 💦

honestly my only gripe with 351 is bkg's ranking—not because he's number 15, but the reasoning used to justify him at no.15. there's genuinely no way the same hero society that allowed endeavour to remain no.2 despite his (much worse) attitude for decades is going to be critical of one of the kids that literally saved the world(esp bc clearly nothing abt hero society even changed all that much after the war) plus with all of bkg's clear emotional maturity in the SAME chap i refuse to believe he hasn't figured out how to better manage his attitude in public or whatever

that's so interesting because that is the one point of collective criticism & devastation i don't agree with at all. in and out of diegesis, the hero ranking is so dumb and shouldn't be paid attention to.

bakugo is only 25, i think it's a great thing that he hasn't reached his goal yet; i prefer a 25yo bakugo who has room to grow, professionally and emotionally :D

that chapter even shows that he fell from the 4th (?) spot to the 15th because of his attitude, which to me indicates that he's more than capable to say in the top 5 if he gets some PR training lmaoo

also it's funny that he's not really a golder boy like hawks, bakugo is hard to deal with it is what it is

also i thin this sentimental side that he displays in 431 is kind of exclusive to deku, i doubt sth such as popularitiy rankings could make him swallow his pride the way deku's wellbeing does, you know

but also endeavor was no.1 despite being publicly knows as an abuser, why would i give a fuck about these rankings they don't mean anyhting to me

evergreen

𖤓 part iv. | series m.list | prev | part v.

notes:

𖤓 everyone finally arriving to the campsite!!!

𖤓 izuku and katsuki gets there before anyone else because mitsuki don't play about summer camp.

𖤓 toga sees everything ochako's tweeting because she found her account and loves lurking hehe

𖤓 out of the counselors hawks gets there first and lays in every single bed to see which was the comfiest before taking his pick

𖤓 how fast do we think y/n is gonna fold

𖤓 next part will be written methinks i hope ur having a fun time so far <3

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008. CARNATIONS

Endeavor's privilege of ever stepping foot in the same room as Touya had been rightfully revoked for the next four months. And after that time was up, Touya's state would be reevaluated to determine if Endeavor would ever be allowed to see or speak to him again.

The weeks after the incident consisted of multiple surgeries. His burns, thankfully, were not as bad as they had once been.

You're not sitting in your usual spot. You're sitting on Touya's bed today—criss crossed as he sat right beside you. A chilling breeze blew through the room, sending the curtains fluttering as you shiver. You reach up and pull the window close, locking it.

Right now, you're teaching Touya how to make paper snowflakes. There was glitter, markers, and stray scraps of paper everywhere. Touya's eyes are narrowed in concentration as he watched you angle your scissors, your gentle tone giving him step by step instructions on how to cut out the necessary shapes and folds

"Okay...we overlap and cut the triangle in the corner over here, Touya." You mumble, tongue poked out just the slightest bit in concentration as you cut with every ounce of attention and care you could give. Touya's eyes flickered between his sheet of paper and back to yours, his hands near trembling as he struggled to create the same cuts in the paper you made with ease.

After an agonizing ten minutes, you're unfolding your paper to reveal a pretty snowflake. Touya watches the way your eyes gleam with pride as you hold it up for him. It was elegant with clean cuts on each corner, obviously made by someone who knew what they were doing. Hesitantly, Touya unfolds his own paper before staring down at the monstrosity in his lap blankly

"This is the ugliest fucking thing I've ever laid eyes on, Y/n." Touya mumbles dryly, holding up his snowflake with so much distaste in his expression that you can't even hold back your laugh

Touya catches the smile tugging at your lips, and he can't even be mad. He can't blame you for his snowflake turning out so messed up. Every time you were voicing the directions for him, he was too busy looking at your face instead of paying attention to his snowflake. But it's not his fault! You were so engrossed in cutting, and he had the perfect opportunity to stare at you as openly and shamelessly as he wanted to without you noticing.

"Touya, I'm not quite sure what to say. I mean—it's very...unique!" You voice, trying to contain your smile as you smooth out the crinkled edges of his paper

"Yeah, yeah..." He mumbles, staring at you quietly as you try to fix his snowflake—if you could even call it one. He's snapped out of his trance when you place your hand over his and grab the scissors, guiding his movements to make minor incisions into the paper

"We can cut these parts off to fix the shape..." You whisper, concentration lining every single one of your features as you snip away

The day Touya allowed you to physically hold him for the first time was when the invisible boundary between the two of you had been erased. He lets you touch him now—hold him and comfort him when some nights are harder than others.

Your hand is a lot smaller than his. He could cup the entirety of it in his palm alone if he wanted to. Your slender fingers curl around his rougher and larger ones along with the scissors, and you feel soft against his skin.

You take your warmth with you when you pull your hand away, excitedly waiting for Touya to unfold the new snowflake as you smile. He unfolds it with his own grin, which widens a bit when he sees the finished product.

It was a little wonky, and maybe some edges were torn from Touya's fingertips pressing into them too hard—but the two of you had made it together, so it was perfect in Touya's eyes.

"Let's tape them onto the window!" You chirp, quickly hopping off of the bed as Touya follows behind you. You quickly tear a piece of tape off and hand it to Touya. He tapes his snowflake high on the window. The snow outside the hospital fell softly. There were strong gusts of wind that carried the falling snowflakes and had them dancing and swirling through the air

Touya watched you stand on your tippy toes—trying to get your snowflake as high as his. Carefully, he grabs your wrist and uses his other hand to pry the snowflake out of your grip before he grabs the tape and secures it right beside his on the window

You blink a bit in surprise when he does this, before smiling softly to yourself as he carefully taped it

After they're hung, the two of you step back to admire your work. There's hundred of snowflakes littering the window on the other side of the glass. You and Touya's much larger snowflakes fit like puzzle pieces amongst the mass of the much smaller ones

"I think we did an excellent job, Touya!" You grin, tucking your hand into a fist as you rest your chin on it. Touya merely hums in response, watching your eyes shine with satisfaction before you turn around, hands moving to rest on your hips.

"All right...now it's clean up time." You pout, eyes raking over all of the arts and crafts scaling the room as Touya nods with a grunt, already beginning to pick up the scraps of paper that were on his bed

You both work in peaceful silence, working efficiently and maneuvering around each other easily as you clean. How the two of you managed to make such a mess in just barely over an hour is beyond you. But cleaning up with Touya is calming. The whole feeling is simply domestic—and you feel silly trying to imagine you and Touya in a different environment besides the hospital

Maybe...maybe he'd enjoy doing little crafts and activities like this in your living room with you. You quickly shake away the thought, embarrassed with yourself as you sneak a quick glance towards Touya—who was screwing the lid back onto a small bottle of glue that laid on his side table

You sigh quietly enough so he doesn't hear, mentally scolding yourself for allowing your feelings to peak through once again. Your heart wasn't your priority, Touya's heart was. It didn't matter what you wanted, what he needed was more important.

Once you toss the remaining scraps into the dust bin, you see Touya already sitting on the edge of his bed idly. His long legs are stretched out in front of him comfortably as he tilts his head at you, a hint of curiosity in his eyes

"What'cha thinking about?"

Touya was extremely attentive. Most patients struggled to pick up on small cues or even notice the little things. They were usually up in their own world and rarely ever focused on the people around them

Touya was the exact opposite. He managed to catch every shift in your expression and pinpoint the exact moment your mood changes. Which unfortunately, was not a good thing for you. You had a pretty bad poker face—that was something Touya had learned pretty quickly.

"Oh! Uh—I was thinking that maybe we could, uh, play a board game?"

Touya smirks a bit when you fumble with your words. He nods with a hum, knowing well you were lying but deciding he'd let you get away with it this time

You send him a flustered nod, quickly exiting the room and clicking the door close a little too fast, leaving Touya alone with his thoughts.

You take a steadying breath as you board the elevator, pressing the first floor button as you tap your foot against the tiled floor. You allow your back to rest against the wall as you squeeze your eyes shut, letting out a groan of embarrassment.

Exiting the elevator with a pout and eyes glued to the floor, you don't even notice your supervisor scrambling towards you with a frantic look in her eyes as she desperately tries to warn you. Unfortunately, you don't hear her until it's too late—the Todorokis reach you before she does

"Y/n," Shoto calls out to you, a tinge of relief in his tone at the sight of you as you whip around to meet his voice in surprise

Beside Shoto stood Natsuo, Fuyumi, and Rei Todoroki. You freeze in place, slowly meeting their curious gazes with parted lips

This was very unexpected. You're at a loss of words for a moment as you let their presence solidify in your mind—the gears shifting in your head when you see the scars carved onto each one of their faces

Rei watched you with round and attentive eyes, and you finally swallow the lump in your throat as you approach the family

"I am so sorry—I—wow."

Rei smiles kindly at you, but Fuyumi is the one to step forward and speak up

"Hello Y/n, I'm Fuyumi—Shoto's older sister! I'm sure he's told you about us, right?" She questions with a nervous laugh, sending Shoto a weary glance as the teenage boy stares back blankly, not catching on

You smile at Shoto's obliviousness, nodding your head quickly. Fuyumi smiles before they all bow in greeting the same way Shoto did whenever he'd meet you—you should've known the rest of the family would be just as traditional as him, and you quickly bow in respect to match their greeting before gesturing your head towards the hall

"I'm guessing you're all here to discuss something important. Let's go to my office, please."

Your office is cozy. Various plants are scattered all over and lamps hang low from the ceiling, casting the small room in a warm glow—the atmosphere was welcoming and seemed to put everyone at ease the moment they stepped in. It was a much welcomed change compared to the harsh white lights in the hospital's waiting area.

"We want to start off by apologizing for my father's actions. He was being stupid. Again. We've all spoken to him about what happened, and he hoped we would tell you he is truly sorry." Shoto starts, his voice heavy with truth and guilt. Rei watched you intently as her youngest son spoke, wanting to see your reaction.

"I understand, Shoto. Thank you." You reply softly as Shoto glances towards his siblings and mother before leaning back onto the couch. It's Natsuo who speaks up next.

"I know we haven't spoken in person before, Y/n. But I just...I wanted to thank you. Shoto's told me all you've done for my brother—Touya's always been stubborn and hard to understand. I didn't have much faith in a full recovery for him, especially with the shit our father pulls. But—" Natsuo's voice trembles as he suddenly cuts himself off, dropping his head in his hands as he lets out a shuddering breath

Fuyumi places a hand on her brother's back and rubs it in an attempt to comfort him before taking a deep breath

"Touya is our brother. We need to help him. And...it's been a while since he's been admitted into this program. And we've talked it over with your boss and the other doctors after looking over the contract we signed..." She trails off, suddenly at a loss for words as you nod your head slowly, encouraging her to continue.

"Touya's allowed to have monitored visits out of the hospital if it means it'll improve his condition...Our dad moved out so he won't be a problem at all, Y/n! I mean, the contract said if you gave us the green light telling us Touya was stable enough then there was a possibility...But we won't do anything unless you think it's okay! We just...want him home for the holidays. New Years is almost here, and it's a time for new beginnings. What better way to start it than with Touya-nii?"

Touya is bored.

You were supposed to be getting his board game, yet you've been gone for nearly half an hour. He's not worried, merely annoyed with the fact that you were probably whisked away to partake in some side task

The remote plugged into the side of his bed was for emergencies only. But right now, it was practically singing his name. Touya's finger hovers over the red button, and with a silent apology—he presses it about a dozen times before hanging it back onto the side of his bed

He lies down, folding his arms behind his head with a sly grin as he taps his foot against the edge of his bed, already looking forward to your inevitable return.

The silence after Fuyumi's words stretched for only a few moments before Touya's buzzer rang like hell—blaring loudly as everyone in the room flinched from the sound.

You wince, desperately trying to mute it as your hands miss the power off button four times from pure nerves

"Touya..." You whisper, pulling yourself out of your seat

"I'm so sorry, I need to go see him—can we please reschedule for all of us to meet again? Maybe sometime tomorrow?" You wince, bowing your head in shame at your sudden departure as Rei finally speaks

"That's ok. You can just call and let us know of your decision. We told you everything we needed to." She says, slowly standing up as your heart rate picks up

This woman was Touya's mother. That fact makes you look at her differently.

"Of course—I'll get back to you all as soon as I can. Oh! Hold on!" You say, moving to the side of your desk and grabbing the small bowl that laid on the corner

"Candy?"

None of them can refuse your kind smile. They all pick one out before filing out of your office, bidding you goodbye. Shoto sends you one last lingering look over his shoulder before he quietly closes the door behind him

After quite literally collapsing against the wall, you take a deep breath in an attempt to collect yourself and make sense of what had just happened

They want Touya to go home for the holidays. You were suddenly glad you didn't have to give them a response right now, because you couldn't. Not without talking to Touya first, at least. You were still unsure on how he felt about his mother or siblings, especially Shoto. It was territory you hadn't ventured into with Touya yet, and the fact that you had to do it now made your insides squeeze with anxiety

The walk back to his room was not a pleasant one.

Touya knows something is wrong when he catches sight of the look on your face. That and the fact that you had returned without his board game.

"What's wrong?"

His frown only deepens when he's met with silence, and you slowly approach his bed before sitting on your chair beside him. Your fingers trace patterns on your thigh as your brows furrow, eyes in deep thought.

You finally turn to look at him. He stares back silently, unblinking. It was like he refused to blink at all—afraid he'd miss something in your expression that would explain what had you all quiet like this.

"Touya...how do you feel about Shoto?"

He goes rigid beside you in an instant, and you almost wince at the way his eyes ice over. He doesn't respond. His eyes just bore into yours as he tries to figure out where this conversation was going.

"Fuyumi and Natsuo, too. And...your mother."

His eyes are as hard as ice now. It reminds you of how he looked at you when you'd first met him—feelings and emotions swimming under the frozen layer that caged them as they thrashed against the solid ice in a desperate attempt to break free.

His gaze slowly narrows, and you finally realize how hard he was gripping the sheets beneath him when you look down and see his knuckles had turned a ghostly white.

"Is that why you were gone so long? Were you talking with them?"

He spits the words out before he can stop himself, and they come out so much meaner than he wanted them too. His shoulders slump in defeat as the tension in his brows disperses the slightest bit, all before he lets out a sigh.

"How do I feel about them...how do you think I feel about them?"

"I think you love them."

He scoffs at the nerve you have. And the fact that you're right.

He finally looks away from you, glaring at the ground instead of you because you don't deserve his attitude.

"Course I fucking do. Doesn't mean I want to see them. Not now, not ever." He mumbled quietly. He was lying. Both of you knew it.

Shoto. Mom. Natsuo. Fuyumi. Just thinking of them made his head hurt. Made his heart hurt.

You can sense the unease in Touya's muscles as he bit the inside of his cheek, and you realize he's trying not to cry when he squeezes his eyes shut in frustration with himself.

"Let's end the night here, Touya. Lay in bed and just...think about it. This isn't easy—not the slightest bit. I want to give you some alone time so you can really figure out how you feel, okay?" You say softly, gently pushing on his shoulders to lay him down

He gives you no verbal response, just nodding his head at your words as his head hits the pillow.

He lays stiffly, watching as you pack your bag as you routinely do before you leave. He's slowly building the courage to speak what's on his mind...

"Are they all okay? After..."

Your eyes soften when you understand what he's asking, slowly approaching his bed as you try and find the right words. All of them would be scarred for life after Touya's attack. Mentally, and physically.

"Everyone was affected deeply by the war. But your family misses you, Touya. What happened in the past can never be erased or forgotten, but we can do our best to make up for our mistakes."

He's quiet again. He's deep in thought for a while before he slowly nods

"I'll think about what you said."

You nod softly, turning off his lamp. Touya looks like a kicked down puppy, his eyes tired and sad and he looks like he could take a nap that lasted for a century.

You can't stop yourself from leaning down and pressing a soft, lingering kiss onto his forehead.

Touya's not stupid. He knows doctor's aren't this gentle and loving with their patients. You know this too. His gaze speaks a million emotions as he stares at you with wide eyes

Your fighting the urge to climb into the hospital bed with Touya to simply hold him. Touya slowly reaches out for your hand, his scarred lips brushing against your knuckles as he whispers goodnight into your hand, pressing a soft kiss onto your skin.

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

a/n; hi babiesss :3 this chapter was much needed after the last few. also, comment if u think touya would like to meet y/n's cats! (she's a cat lady in case u couldn't tell) also this girl is gonna get her ass FIRED is she keeps this up lmaoo & rememberrrr i love u all!! i'm having so much fun with carnations and i'm glad you all are too :)

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007. CARNATIONS

The cold air outside feels like a blanket of ice on Touya's face as he drags his feet through the snow, teeth clattering not from the cold—but from fury.

Fury because he couldn't even bear to look Endeavor in the eye without feeling his heart seize in his chest. It wasn't like the warmth and flutter inside that brought him to life when he looked at you—it was the sensation of an icicle pushing through his flesh and sinking right into his heart that he felt. Because suddenly, he wasn't looking at Endeavor anymore. He was looking at dad. His dad.

It was the undeniable sincerity in his father's eyes that threw Touya's mind off track. He couldn't find a snarky remark to shoot or an insult to spit in Endeavor's face. He couldn't find anything. Moments of the war replayed in his mind like a terrible movie he couldn't turn off. Touya wanted to ask his father if he still loved him—and that split second thought he couldn't stop shocked him to his core.

How could he still have a part of him that loved this terrible man? What was wrong with him?

His mind seemed to jolt awake from a daze as the reality of the situation set in. The bindings they used on his hands to cuff him to the table didn't stop his fingers from shaking, trembling because his father was right there. Barely a foot away from him, looking at Touya.

No, not looking at him. Seeing him. Because Enji places his palm on top of Touya's shaking one and asks if he's ok.

Dad's hands were always warm. They felt just like they had when Enji would carry Touya to bed, or when he'd pat his back after a long day of training in the relentless sun.

Enji was staring into his soul with those terrible eyes. But they weren't like Touya remembered.

Was he really remembering his own father's eyes wrong? Those eyes would show up in his dreams and haunt him for so many years. They'd stare right back at him whenever he looked into the mirror. All he ever saw was him. It didn't matter how much Touya wrecked his body, his eyes were a beacon that screamed 'LOOK AT ME'. They caught more attention that his scars often. Touya's eyes were that beautiful.

He panicked when he felt his father's hand lay on top of his. He looked down at the calloused and large fingers that held his in a firm grip, and Touya could almost feel his father's hand ruffling through his unruly red hair when he was just a kid

Touya flipped the table over before he could stop himself, trying desperately to shield his eyes from his father. But when Enji screamed his name in a panic, Touya turned around for just one moment.

His quirk's greatest weakness was his emotions. And Touya never meant to activate it, never again for as long as he lived. But the sparkling blue fire shot from his palm and towards Enji before he could stop it

Endeavor never did teach Touya how to manage his emotions.

Suddenly he was sixteen all over again. Afraid and alone and walking aimlessly as he broke the nearest window and jumped out of it.

Except he wasn't walking aimlessly. He didn't get very far before his mind quickly realized something was missing

Someone. You.

He wavered outside near the perimeter of the hospital. Touya braced his arm against the trunk of a nearby tree as his breathing came out in erratic and panicked huffs, not enough oxygen filling his lungs to breathe

He needed you. He wouldn't leave—how could he? You were inside somewhere, and you were probably worried. Or maybe you were angry—maybe you were disappointed in him. The thought of you being upset with him has Touya clutching his chest as he closes his eyes, repeating the breathing exercises you taught him over and over again.

He just needed to see you. To tell you he didn't leave. He couldn't leave—he knew one of the consequences could be them taking you away from him. The mere thought has him squeezing his eyes in frustration as he clenches his fists

He doesn't know what to do. He's scared. He feels like a helpless kid, and the overwhelming need to be cared for was at a record breaking high. He'd give everything he had just to see your face right now.

The air smelled faintly of smoke as he watched the evacuees exit the hospital hurriedly. No one appeared to be hurt. Touya wonders if he'll ever get to go on walks with you through the recreational garden again. His guilt was a feeling too strong, and his head hurt like hell.

Touya's heart leaps to the sky before dropping straight to his feet when he feels your hand wrap around his arm

You're pulling him away from the crowd. Touya's larger than you, heavier and taller too. So when you tug on him, hard, he has to move his feet himself to follow you. But it's hard to walk, because he feels like putty and his eyes are wide and blurry with unshed tears he quickly pushes back. The voices of the patients and doctors slowly fade away as the sound of your breathing captures his attention wholly

"Y/n." He whispers, wrapping a shaky hand around your wrist as you suddenly whirl around, your arms encaging him in a hug as he goes completely still. Your face is hidden in his chest, and he finally notices it's snowing when he looks down and sees the snowflakes intertwined between the strands of your soft hair

You're cold. He knows you are because your arms are shaking and your cheeks are tinted pink from the night air. He lets his cheek smush against the crown of your head as he entangles his limbs with yours. It was much more than a hug. Maybe it looked like a hug to an outsider watching the two of you—but you had just touched Touya's soul when your fingers fisted his hospital gown and your hair tickled his cheek

Touya did not like to be touched. But right now, he was melting into your embrace.

"Touya," You choke out, and when you look up at him, he sees your glossy eyes and trembling lips. But you're so brave for him. You swallow down your emotions and quickly move to inspect his burns, holding him so carefully that he finds himself forgetting the stinging pain of his newly acquired injuries as he watches you

When Touya was a little boy, his father was his hero.

He had forgotten that feeling. Of loving someone so much that they embodied everything one would ever need. Of loving someone to the point where you want to latch onto them and never let go. Touya loved like he hated, with a burning passion. Endeavor lost the status of being Touya's hero, and he thought that role would remain untaken. Destined to be forever alone is how Touya often thought of himself after burning up at Sekoto peak. But then there was you. And suddenly Touya's heart was beating again.

"This is so above your fucking pay grade." Touya croaks, a hoarse laugh leaving his throat as you look up at him

"Oh, Touya." You whisper, heart breaking at the sight of his smile. He had a beautiful smile. He smiled with his teeth, wide and big and even after all that happened, he still managed to make you smile too.

"Can I..." You begin, trailing off as he nods, opening his arms and allowing you back into the spot between his arms

"Please, Y/n."

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

a/n; everybody boo the author for taking so long with this chapter!! 😠🍅🍅🍅 sorry for making you babys wait so long ☹️☹️ also uh...how are we feeling with the chapter leaks...? we get the official one tmr... yeah i think i'll take it from here horikoshi ☺️ *snatches his drawing pen*

and thank you all SO much for all the love 😭🩷🩷 the comments i get on this story seriously make my day. no my week. NO MY LIFE. I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH 😭💓💓💓💓

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& I will be cheering him on

so shinsou is part of the bakusquad now ?

Horikoshi sketch 06/08 [x]

maybe cld u do like not an smau but yk how u made like insta/twitter profiles for all the bnha characters cld u maybeee do smth like that and then like headcanons for what they wld post etccc. 🫨

.ᐟ bnha tweets

a/n: two gummies deep and ts is way too funny to me but i digress i hope this was okayyyy anon

m.list

.ᐟ wrong person — pt. 3

h.shinso, t.todoroki, t.shigaraki smau

when you send a text that wasn’t meant for them

a/n: i fear none of them have a chill bone in their body

⇉ h.s ⇇

⇉ t.t ⇇

⇉ t.s ⇇

m.list | pt. 1 | pt. 2

❝ CAN YOU STOP PUTTING EVERYTHING ON THE TOP SHELVES?! ❞ you finally talk to him after a little argument ( height difference )

with deku, bakugou, rody

IZUKU

he tried to look nonchalant as he responded with a questioning hum. yeah, he was putting stuff on the top shelves. "hmm, what?"

you crossed your arms and glared at him. "you heard me."

he turned to you with the picture of innocence plastered on his face. "i don't know what you mean, i just put things where i put them. it just happens that they're high up."

you raised an accusatory eyebrow.

"for you, anyway." he mumbled, turning back to make his sandwich.

"exactly!" you exclaimed. "for me! you know i can't reach things up there and you do it on purpose!" you found your face was hot as you explained it.

you knew exactly why—you both had gotten into a little fight and you weren't talking to him for a while. this was the first time you had spoken since the argument, and even though you were yelling at him, your voice was music to his ears.

a small smile spread on his face despite his efforts to feign innocence. "on purpose?"

"yes!"

he paused, walking towards you. his disregard for space led to you being crammed against the counter behind you. he leaned over you and asked, "what it is that you need, love?"

your cheeks heated and you cast your gaze to the floor. "the box up there..." you murmured. he stretched to reach it and you flattened your palms against his chest. "izuku! you're squishing me—!"

he chuckled and brought the box down to the counter before kissing your forehead. "i'm glad we're talking again."

BAKUGO

"what was that?" he asked you, a knowing smirk on his face.

you huffed, already on top the counter trying (and failing) to reach the stupid box you needed. "i said stop putting shit on the top shelves. you know i can't reach it."

he shrugged, turning his attention back to his phone. "i dunno what you're talkin' about, princess."

you glared and pointed to the box. "you don't even use it?!"

"aw, don't jump the gun on me now, babe. you know i like to switch things up a lil' bit." he grinned, taking so much joy in your visible frustration. he was just happy you were speaking with him again.

you rolled your eyes, electing to ignore him as you tried your best not to fall off the surface or pull the cabinet down with you.

bakugo eyed you carefully as he threw away the thought of you begging for his help, reluctantly decided your immediate safety was more important. "'kay, that's enough." he walked over, his hands on your hips steadying your wobbly movement. "you'll hurt yourself, y/n. come down."

"i want that stupid box..." you pouted.

he rolled his eyes, his arms now circling around you as he lifted you off the counter. you gasped and curled your legs towards your body, clutching his wrists.

"oh, relax, you know i won't drop ya." he grumbled and set you down next to him. he easily plucked the box from its high perch, handing it to you.

"happy now?" he pinched your cheek. "stubborn brat. could've broken a bone or somethin'."

RODY

"what, having trouble sweetheart?" he snickered.

your face heated and you huffed. "rody... just get it for me, please."

"hmmm..." he pretended he was thinking hard. "i think... no."

you looked at him incredulously. "no? you put it up there!"

"i so did not." he turned up his nose, though pino was smiling and nodding her head.

you narrowed your eyes at him. "you're sabotaging me into breaking your silent treatment."

"whaaaat?" he exaggerated confusion. he held his head and pointed at himself dumbly. "me?"

"you're impossible." you rolled your eyes, moving to climb onto the counter.

"in any case, my plan worked wonderfully," his signature smirk graced his lips as he laughed softly, leaning against the wall to survey your distress.

your fingers just about brushed the side of the box before pino crashed into it, sending it further back and completely out of your reach. you swiveled to glare at the little pink bird. "pino!"

she bashfully twirled in the air before happily fluttering away.

rody's laughter filled your ears and you groaned, resting your head against the shelf. you heard shuffling—when you looked up, rody and his stupid smug smirk was beside you, easily bringing the box down.

"now we both look stupid, yeah?" he pressed a fat kiss on your cheek and softened when you laughed brightly.

© miniimight ! thanks for reading &lt;3

✈️ rody doodles

Themmmmm

Saw a great post on Overhaul here by @x-kiwi-03 and had to add on! Overhaul the quirk is amazing — it can repair everything Tomura destroys; it can heal; it can bring the dead back to life. That alone has to play a role in the MHA endgame. The Overhaul quirk still exists too, much like how Erasure still exists inside Aizawa even if he can’t use it with one eye. Plus there is this:

Meanwhile, Overhaul the person gets underestimated because he’s beaten by Tomura. And he’s a monster to Eri. And he’s a germaphobe. And he’s SUPER angsty about wanting people to call him “Overhaul,” his quirk’s name, and NOT using “Chisaki,” his supposed family name.

And he’s so desperate to impress Boss/Pops, his father figure. It would make sense if his desperation came from Pops “rescuing” Chisaki from AFO. It would explain why he hated the Chisaki family name, and why Overhaul is the one to bring up AFO to Tomura in both of their conversations.

Interestingly, in Ch.312 (which was just animated), Chisaki doesn’t acknowledge AFO; it’s AFO who recognizes Chisaki…and suspiciously doesn’t use EITHER of the names “Chisaki” OR “Overhaul.” It’s a contrast to how AFO treats Toya, directly saying his name and talking about “disposable lighters.” In Tartarus and in front of AFO, Chisaki only says “boss” and no complete sentences.

Overhaul then speaks in complete, varied sentences in 315 & 316, after he’s away from Tartarus and AFO. He CAN say more than just “boss” or “old man,” but he doesn’t when he knows AFO is present. Nagant thinks he just has some screws loose, but it’s entirely possible he’s got some window into AFO. Like maybe AFO made a copy of his quirk and he can feel when it’s nearby. Or maybe there is some kind of fate/wishful thinking thing going on — Izuku was supposed to die at Overhaul’s hands; Overhaul says Nagant wasn’t supposed to lose; Nagant says her meeting Overhaul was fate.

But the biggest “he’ll be back” of all is that, when Izuku offers to fulfill Nagant’s promise and take him to “Boss,” we never hear Overhaul’s answer. We don’t know what side he’s on; and we don’t know where he is, physically.

Attention

MDNI

Tomura Shigaraki x gn/afab reader

Content/Warnings/Etc: Reader is in the League of Villains, swearing, kissing, uh sex happens.

the world is a lot today, and over 72 million people can suck my dick. hope this helps distract someone at least a little bit

Tomura Shigaraki always wanted attention. He wanted the world to see him. He needed everyone to know what he's capable of. But on a personal level, one to one, he's never considered what that would look like. 

That's why he's surprised to find his favorite box of cereal in the kitchen after your recent grocery trip. 

“Do you like this one too?” he asks casually. 

“It's good, but I got it for you. That's the one you like right?”

“Yeah..” he trails off while pouring himself a bowl. Eyes tracking you in his periphery, more suspicious than the situation necessitates. 

Of course you knew what cereal he would want, why wouldn't you? It's the subtly sweet ones that have flavor but aren't overwhelming. And the pieces are small enough for him to open his mouth slightly without re-splitting his cracked lips. He picks the same cereal to eat nearly every day if it’s an option, you think anyone would have noticed that. 

Later that day, you settle down on the couch to play video games and call him over. Grabbing a random controller for yourself, you hand him the one he likes. The one with the grips that stick a little easier for him to hold without using all of his fingers. He can use the others, absolutely. But after an hour or so the way he shakes his hands out tells you his fingers cramp more.

To you, this was obvious. You didn't think anything of it. 

But for him, no one ever notices these things. Surely, this must be a coincidence. Right? 

That evening, it shouldn't come as a surprise to him when you pass in the hallway, observing him once more as you walk back to your room in a towel after showering. 

“Your shirt is inside out,” you inform him.

“Oh,” he mumbles, choosing to correct the issue immediately. 

Of course you notice the way his abs ripple as he slides the fabric over his head. How couldn’t you?

Your eyes linger too long and he catches you staring. Only now does he realize these coincidences aren’t coincidental at all, he has your full attention. And he doesn’t know what to do with that.

The two of you stand nearly still, switching between heavy eye contact and glances at each other’s bodies. Both growing more flustered by the minute. It’s as good of an invitation as you’re going to get: after what feels like too long, you break the tension by stepping towards him. Pulling him tightly into your arms before smashing your lips into his with the force of months of longing. There’s a momentary pause as he adjusts to your touch before he kisses you back. You would feel a little bad being so rough with his already cracked skin, but he makes no attempts to pull away. Your combined spit softening his chapped lips as the kiss deepens.

A creak echoes down the hallway, he yanks you into his room - decaying your towel in the process.

“Fuck,” he exclaims under his breath while staring you up and down. 

You’d ask if he likes what he sees, but his facial expressions and the tent growing in his sweatpants already gave him away. Your lips find his again as you shove him back on his bed, climbing over his lap. Immediately, you yank off his sweatpants and underwear. You’re already naked so it’s only fair.

You notice the way he presses into you. Back arching, hips jumping in response to your touch. His arms pull you close as he grinds you against him. Palms pressed hard into your shoulder blades with his fingers tightly tucked into fists. He increases the friction, sliding your wetness over his length as you get more and more turned on. 

One thing you hadn’t correctly predicted: you’re not the one in control here. You half assumed he’d be a little clueless about sex. That he’d cream in his pants from a light breeze but here he is, completely naked dragging you over him and you’re about to reach an orgasm first. 

“Just like that, I’m gonna cum,” you exclaim, breath staggering while you grip his hair harder.  He groans at the pull, but continues moving his hips into you in an almost calculated way. Shaking legs and pussy fluttering around nothing, you feel yourself release against him.

“What the fuck,” you moan into his neck while catching your breath, “didn’t think you had that in you.” 

“I guess you’ll have to pay more attention,” he grins before rolling you onto the bed. Quickly, he moves to a box on the shelf over his desk, pulling out a smaller box.

“You just keep those around?” you ask, eyeing the condom he’s putting on. Even more surprises.

“Uh, not quite,” he mumbles, paying more attention to the task at hand. “The rest of the league got me these as a joke when you joined, I just never threw them out.”

How did everyone notice your crush but him? It seems like they tried to tell him but he regarded it suspiciously, assuming everyone was just fucking with him. 

Doesn’t matter, you decide, he definitely knows now.

Seeing him, all of him fully, in front of you takes your already jagged breath away. Fully clothed, Tomura is beautiful. This is overwhelming. The light mist of sweat coating his skin makes the glow from his monitor reflect off the curves of his muscles. Every scar and scratch looking like it was perfectly placed, even if you know the extent he goes to to keep most of them covered on a daily basis. You cup his cheek, brushing your thumb lightly over his tender skin while he moves back over you.

“This is okay, right?” he double checks as he presses his tip into you, still dripping from earlier.

“Yeah,” you stare down, watching as he slides further in. 

“Look at me.” 

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. Instantly, you bring your gaze up to meet his. Blood red eyes stare back into yours, watching your expression shift as he inches deeper into you. Prior to this, he’d always looked away when your eyes lingered too long. Now, you feel like you could get lost in him. He’s everything you see, feel, and hear. Even the subtle smell of him surrounds you.

The mood shifts as you begin passionately kissing again. Before you know it, he’s pounding into you relentlessly, every thrust buzzing through your body. 

Making the same face as earlier, he knows you’re close. He tries to maintain the pace, but as soon as you’re clenching around him, he's done for. Your orgasms peak simultaneously as he slams you harder into the bed. Legs wrapping around his back, shoving him as deep as he can go. 

“Fuck, y/n,” he groans into your ear before you both become a puddle of bodies on his bed.

A few minutes later, he looks so peaceful. His eyes closed, breathing steady. You’ve never seen him so relaxed.

Quietly, you whisper, “I’ll be right back with some towels and water, stay here.” Taking some of his clothes to replace the towel he dusted earlier, you shuffle out the door. 

Yeah, he thought to himself, he could definitely get used to your attention.

more shigaraki here: m.list