Originally I just wanted to draw Hawks smiling at Dabi, but then I thought, I can draw more?
There is a colored version, here is the preview:
I will post the full colored version on patreon next week – I will make an announcement when I’ve posted it.
(Edit: Guys I just realized the order of pages was not right beforeprobably tumblr problem, it looks fine on my phone so I didn’t noticed it. The page order was 3 2 1 4 before I fixed it, now its 1 2 3 4)
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Originally I just wanted to draw Hawks smiling at Dabi, but then I thought, I can draw more?
There is a colored version, here is the preview:
I will post the full colored version on patreon next week – I will make an announcement when I’ve posted it.
(Edit: Guys I just realized the order of pages was not right beforeprobably tumblr problem, it looks fine on my phone so I didn’t noticed it. The page order was 3 2 1 4 before I fixed it, now its 1 2 3 4)
i’m so disappointed because they skipped the dabihawks one armed hug panel. yes, maybe it was an unnecessary detail for most people, but the theories and analyzes that emerged after this panel were truly incredible, but now animeonlys won’t even think about it.
like some of the people start thinking about dabihawks childhood friends theory from there and after dabi called hawks by his first name in the war arc people started to connect the dots,
and don’t forget that it’s the first time dabi has been this close with/to someone, because we all know dabi don’t physical contact with anyone.
❀Warning: Bad Grammar / Angst / Burning / Bad Language
❀A/N: Sorry this is written very messily – I just thought about this scenario and I wanted to write it down as fast as I could so I wouldn’t forget. Thought I could share it with y’all.
❀Words:247
❀Published:03.03.2021
This whole situation was just stupid. You where fighting over nonsense again. Normally you two would give each other the silence treatment for a few hours and that’s it, but this time it was somehow different. “Everything would be so much easier if you weren’t clinging to me all the time, it’s fucking annoying!” Dabi screamed at you, blue flames coming up from his patched up skin.
That was a damn lie, he loved it when you would show him affection – but the anger got the best of him.
You immediately froze. Sure he could get mad sometimes, but never to the point where he would say such hurtful things to you. The feeling of disappointment spread over your whole body. Disappointed in Dabi? Disappointed in yourself? Maybe with the whole situation you got yourself into.
Not knowing how to handle it any further you stormed of. All you wanted was some space right now.
Dabi grabbed you by your wrist. “I swear I didn’t -”
You flinched away in pain. A sharp burn coming from your wrist. Dabi pulled away immediately, probably just as shocked as you were.
Looking at your wrist you were able to make out a red ring, right where Dabi grabbed it. Not one of you said a word, just looking at your burned wrist. After you realized what just happened you turned on your heel and left. “It wasn’t on purpose.” he breathed, fully aware that you couldn’t hear him anymore.
❀Summary: Dabi having a mental breakdown – y/n trying her best to calm him down.
❀A/N: Sorry it’s a really short Imagine – maybe even only a Drabble lol, but I hope you still like it.
❀Pairings: Dabi x Reader
❀Warnings: Grammar Error / Angst / Blood / Bad Language / Kidnapping (idk) / little bit of Stockholm Syndrome (maybe)
❀Published:01.03.2021
❀Words:484
You woke up from a sudden bang. With a loud sight your eyes fluttered open, just to remember that you were still lingering at the run down LOV’s base. Laying on a hard wooden bed with only a blanked under you for at least a little bit of comfort. Starring up at the ceiling, a dim light was flickering right above you. Starting to stretch your tense back you could hear another loud bang and some mumbled but coarse screaming from the bathroom next to the room you were sleeping in.
Looking over to the undone bed in the corner, you noticed that Dabi was nowhere to be seen.
A loud shatter made you jump. Was that some glass breaking? You hopped from your bed and went straight for the bathroom door. Ignoring your inner voice that told you to knock, you opened the door ungraciously.
The scene in front of you made you freeze for a second. Dabi was standing in front of a shattered mirror, blood dripping down into the sink. His hands were clashed on the edge of it. He abruptly looked over to you which made you flinch. His full attention was on you now. The stitches in his face looked like the were torn open. Did he do that to himself?
Grabbing a bigger piece of broken glass he threw it directly at you. “Get the fuck out of here!”
You blocked the piece of glass from hurting your face with your arms. “Stop that bullshit!” you said sternly “Did something happen? What’s going on?” Normally Dabi would discipline you for talking to him like that, but this time he just growled.
“This is non of you businesses.”
His left hand wandered to his right wrist, scathing the already lose stitches open. Oh, so he really did all that to himself.
You didn’t say anything. Not a single word. You just walked up to him from behind and wrapped your arms around his shaking body, blocking his arms from hurting himself even more.
It was obvious that Dabi could shake you off easily if he wanted to, but he didn’t move an inch. “Why are you doing that?” he whispered with a raspy voice.
Why am I doing it? I shouldn’t care about him the way I do. I should hate him for kidnapping me. I should hate him for hurting me.
You definitely hated him in the beginning, but now? You weren’t sure. He was a fragment of your life for quiet a while now. Whether you wanted that was a whole different story.
Did I catch some kind of Stockholm Syndrome?
You couldn’t give Dabi an answer. So you just kept clinging on him for dear life until he stopped shaking and his breathing calmed down. Maybe it’s Stockholm Syndrome, but maybe it’s just the pure affection you build up for the man in front of you.
After a few hours, he finally finishes the woman’s tattoo and gestures for you to heal it.
“Go, do your job.” He’s taking off his gloves and you hold the bottle in the crook of your arm, hovering your hands over her chest.
“What are you doing?” She goes to slap your hands away but Dabi grabs her wrist.
“Relax, she’s healing your shit.” He lets go of her and you watch the redness of her skin disappear along with her discomfort.
“You still need to put on the ointment so it keeps healing, she’s just getting rid of the afterpain for now, you still need to take care of it.” He turns away as you step back to let her put on her shirt.
You rub at the bottle and look up at her face.
“Is it still uncomfortable?” You ask, she shakes her head.
“No, it’s fine. Thanks.” She awkwardly says and digs in her bag, pulling out a folded bill.
“Take it. I know you were using it on me the entire time.” She places the bill in your empty hand and you jump.
“You did?”
“I didn’t feel it as much as I did before, so thanks.” She walks out and you stare at the bill, unfolding it.
“She gave you a hundred?” Dabi leans over your shoulder and you elbow him away.
“Ow, I give you a job and you abuse me? Wow.” He crosses his arms and you play with the hook of the bottle.
“You can put that down now.” He says, watching as you rub it.
“Oh, right.” You set it down and he begins cleaning his room.
“Why did you want me to hold that, by the way?”
“So you would stop fucking around and staring at me.”
Your jaw drops.
“You made me hold the bottle for two hours so I could sit still?!”
“Yeah.”
“Well, that didn’t stop me from staring at you.” You cross your arms and he throws a towel at your face.
“Quit being gross and help me.”
You stay seated as he continues cleaning what he’s used, putting away some of his tools and throwing others away.
“Let’s go.” He walks towards the door and you grab his water bottle, following him.
“Where are we going?”
“To get the hell out of here, I’m tired of being here.” He puts on his hood and you follow him out the door, until the man with the white hair stops him.
“Where are you going?”
“I finished my appointment.”
You walk up to the white haired man and extend a hand.
“I don’t know your name.” You keep it held out and Dabi grabs your hand, squeezing it tightly.
“Don’t do that.” He whispers and drags you out of the shop, pulling you in the opposite direction of your house.
“Why not?”
“He doesn’t like handshakes.” He lets go of you and you pick at the hook of his water bottle.
“The fuck did you bring that for?”
“In case you got thirsty..” You hold it away from him when he tries taking it and he squints.
“Hand it over.”
“No.”
“It’s not even yours!”
“Then why did you make me hold it for two hours?!”
You both stand on the sidewalk in silence and he huffs, looking around.
“I finished all my appointments for today, you can go back and help Shigaraki.”
“Who?”
“The fuckhead with the hands.”
“Oh, are you going to be there?” You ask, playing with the bottle again.
“No, I just told you I finished with all my appointments.”
“But it’s only three pm.” You squint in the sunlight as you look up at him and he leans his weight onto one leg, covering you from the sun, pretending to be tired so you don’t notice.
“Yeah, I do all my shit in the morning so I have the afternoon all to myself.”
“Then why did you drag me along out the store?”
“So he wouldn’t hurt-” He thinks over his words. “Your feelings.” You give him a doubtful stare.
“I don’t think you really care about my feelings enough like that, you don’t even like me.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“So, you like me?”
“Didn’t say that either.”
You pout, looking around.
“I should get going, then. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smile at him and walk away, stopping halfway and turning back.
“Here.” You hand him his bottle and he awkwardly takes it, watching you walk away again.
“Have fun today, Dabi!” You wave at him and he scoffs, walking away.
Going back inside the shop, Toga glances at you, then looks up when she sees you’re alone.
“Where’s your Dabi?” She pokes fun and you walk up to her.
“He left, said I could help you guys.” You lean on the counter and she smiles, looking at Shigaraki who’s sitting on a couch in the main entrance, playing a game.
“Tomura-kun, she’s staying with us.” She jumps off the chair she was sitting in and runs over to him, snatching the switch out of his hands.
“Toga!”
“Here, pass this for him, he’s been stuck on it all week.” She hands you the switch and you stare at it.
“But it’s not mine.”
“Just take it.” She wiggles it in front of you and you take it, walking over to him and handing it back to him.
“I don’t really play video games.” You explain, leaning back on the counter again.
The phone rings behind the counter and you all jump, looking at each other.
“Go to Dabi’s room.” Shigaraki stands up and you realize he’s talking to you, rushing away into Dabi’s room and shutting the door.
You sit on his couch and swing your legs back and forth, already unsure if you should have taken this job.
“Who are you and why are you here?” A man made out of purple mist swings the door open and you nearly hit the ceiling how high you jumped.
“I-I..”
“Lay off, Kurogiri.” Dabi walks back into the room and you watch a lizard man walk in as well.
“Woah, you have a girl in here?”
“Get-”
“Alright, let me see the girl.” A tall woman with glasses comes out and you hide in your sweater.
“Look what you did, you made her uncomfortable.” Toga swats them out and Dabi shuts the door, leaving just the two of you inside.
“Hey, change of plans.” He walks over to you and crouches in front of you.
“Something came up so you can’t be here.” He tugs your sweater off your face and you look at his eyes.
“Take your ass home.”
“But, I don’t even know your favorite color..” You glance at your flowers on his skin and he frowns.
“My what? The fuck does that have to do with you getting out?”
“I want to get to know you.” You fix your hair and he rolls his eyes.
“Not an option.”
“Why not?”
“Because my shit is none of your business. Out.”
“Not until you tell me your favorite color.”
“I don’t have one, get out.”
“Now, I know that’s a lie.”
“It’s on your fucking skin, now get out.” He picks you up and you squeak, skin getting warm.
“Yellow and dark blue?”
“Yellow.” He carries you out and everyone stares as he does so.
He puts you down and you lose your balance, nearly falling over until he grabs your sweater, then your shirt.
“I just had to get stuck with the most clumsiest fuck on this planet, didn’t I?” He pulls you back on your feet and releases your clothing.
“It gives me character.” You cross your arms.
“And for a more interesting friendship.” You stick out your tongue and he slaps it, surprising you.
“Don’t stick your tongue at me or else I’m biting it.” He threatens.
“Oh? Does that mean we’ll kiss one day?” You ask, eyes full of hope.
“I’m leaving.” He turns back to go inside and you grab his jacket.
“Wait, seriously though, can we at least be friends first? I’ll show you I’m not so bad to be around.” You smile at him and he shakes you off his jacket, facing you.
“That last comment says otherwise.”
“You say that, but you’ve done worse.” You wag a condescending finger at him and he rolls his eyes.
“Deal? If I can get you to like me as a friend, I can surely get you to like me as your soulmate, even if you don’t believe in that. Although, our tattoos say other things.” You trace a flower on your neck and his eyes flutter closed, his breath hitching.
Your eyes widen when he grabs your wrists away from yourself, nose almost touching yours.
“Stop.”
“You did that to me yesterday, so I get to do it to you today.” You whisper, feeling his breath on your lips.
His eyes trail down your face, stopping at your lips and going down to your neck where his flowers glow at his touch.
“You’re treading in dangerous territory, princess.” He leans back slightly to get a better view of your face, his eyes darkening.
“Lead the way.”
He traces your face for any sign of doubt, lie, or fear. But when he can’t find any, he loosens his grip on your wrists.
“Watch your mouth. You don’t know what you’re getting into.”
“Neither do you. But I chose to take the first step forward when you took the first step back.” You flip your hands out of his grasp, grabbing his and kicking his legs off balance. He slips backwards and you place your foot by his chest and another between his legs, holding him off the ground.
Everyone stares, mouth agape through the shop window.
“I could easily fold you in a fight.” You smile at him. He raises a brow.
“I’m gonna fold you over my chair if you don’t get the hell off me.” He tries to get back up but you immediately drop his wrists at his words, letting him land flat on the concrete.
“Not.. like that.” He groans as he gets up, rubbing and dusting off his back.
“Sorry..” You try helping but he shoves your hands away before you can touch him.
“No touching.”
You hold your hands together and look around him. He huffs and finishes dusting himself off.
“You get one question.”
“Can I see my flowers?”
“Except that.”
“You said one question!”
“Except that.”
“That’s not fair.” You kick at the ground, pushing away a few pebbles in his direction.
“Why can’t I see them?”
“Because I don’t feel like it.”
“But they’re mine!”
“Oh, poor thing.” He mocks and rolls his eyes, turning away from you.
“Do we have a deal?”
He stops and takes a deep breath.
“You’re not getting what you want, I’m only keeping you around so no one else touches my shit on you. I don’t need to be feeling that.” He walks back inside the shop and you squint, the flowers on your skin disappearing with him.
Walking home, you grumble the whole way.
“I don’t want to. Me, me, me.” You mock.
“We don’t need her here.” Shigaraki crosses his arms, his pinkes pointed away from himself.
“She’s the only healer we can get, you’re lucky she didn’t reject him.” Toga stands up from her seat and Dabi flops down on the couch away from everyone.
“She’s not even a healer.” Shigaraki glances at Dabi and Toga leans over to look at him as well.
“That doesn’t matter, Tomura, as long as she can get rid of some pain, that’s good enough for us.” Kurogiri tries to reason with him but he’s not having it.
“No, that’s not good enough. We don’t know the setbacks with her quirk, or how it works.”
“You should have done your research then! How are we gonna just let her in here without knowing how her quirk works?!” Toga throws her hands in the air and Shigaraki reaches to grab her, until Kurogiri throws a portal in the direction his hand is headed.
“We’re not doing this here. Control your temper. We don’t know how her quirk works because it’s vague. Her quirk is called numbing, but that isn’t what it does entirely. If she continues to use and improve it, we don’t know what else she could do with it.” He makes his portal disappear and Shigaraki walks up to Dabi.
“You’re the one who brought her here, and not by my orders. I told you to find out more about her and you gave her a job instead.”
“She’s not gonna stay around me if I don’t do that. I’m giving her an excuse to stay around me. The more she stays around, the more we find out about her.” He shrugs and Toga walks up to him as well.
“And if you fall for her?”
“The hell I will.” He stands up and gets in her face.
“The day I fall for her is the day I’ve given up on myself entirely.”
“You mean you haven’t done that already?” Spinner jumps in.
“Watch it, lizard.” He grits his teeth, moving away from Toga.
“Spin-”
“I’m leaving now, don’t even know why you all needed me here in the first place.”
He takes his water bottle with him as he heads for the door.
“Figure out the rest of her information, I don’t wanna deal with her shit all by myself.” He leaves the shop and heads to where he’s staying, an old apartment with a somewhat decent living space.
He tosses his water bottle on the couch and drops himself next to it, rolling his neck around to release the tension.
“Fuck..” He rubs the front of his neck and his rabbit hops over next to him, a gift he got from Toga, that she stole, and almost ate.
“What.” He opens his eyes and lifts his head from the couch, staring at the black bunny’s big eyes.
He gets up from the couch and opens his fridge, taking out a few bell peppers and cucumbers and begins cutting them into smaller pieces. When it stomps, he puts down his knife.
“Don’t stomp at me, you already had spinach yesterday and you’re not getting that shit until next week.” He points at it and continues cutting the vegetables when he gets a message.
“Fucks sake.” He throws down his knife and digs his phone out of his pocket, tossing his phone down on the counter with a loud slam.
You: Can you at least send me a peek?
He raises a brow.
Dabi: I don’t send dick pics
You: LITERALLY NOT WHAT I MEANT
He chuckles, liking the feeling of getting under your skin.
You: Give me my flower or else I’m holding your hand
Dabi: Ohh im so scared
You: You will be when you accept me as yours
Dabi: What
You: Nothing
Dabi: One of these days I’m gonna fucking rail the hell out of you
You: CAN YOU BE NICE
He finishes cutting the vegetables and puts them in the bunny’s bowl, taking his phone with him
You: You don’t even know how old I am and you’re already trying to ruin me-
Dabi: I know how old you are. I’m not trying to catch a case
You: With how aggressive you are, I’m sure you’ve caught other cases-
Dabi: You implying smth, princess?
You: You wouldn’t be talking yourself up so much if you didn’t have
You: Experience
He scoffs.
Dabi: You calling me a whore?
You: WOAH
You: NOW I DIDN’T SAY THAT
You: I’m saying you must watch a lot of..
You: Movies..
Dabi: I don’t watch porn if that’s what you’re implying
You: DON’T SAY IT
You: IDK WHAT YOU DO IN YOUR FREE TIME
Dabi: you
You: STOP IT
He leaves you on delivered and tosses his phone on the couch, taking off his jacket and shoes, along with his shirt and leaving them on the ground.
He hisses when the coldness of the couch touches his scars and bare skin, sighing when he lowers himself back onto it slowly.
Placing his arm on his forehead, he touches his unharmed skin where your flowers would be.
Of all the people..
It had to be you.
"I’m heading out!” You run to the door and your mom watches you rush excitedly, bag in hand.
“Where are you going?”
“Work.”
“Oh, have fun. Wait-” She gets out of her seat in the kitchen and you pause.
“You’re never excited to go to work.” She raises a questioning brow and you roll your lips between your teeth.
“Why are you excited?”
“I..got a new job.” You close your eyes and she looks at what you’re wearing.
A tone darker than pastel yellow skirt and a black long sleeve, a heart hole right over your chest and black fishnets, black chunky heels to match.
“You never wear skirts.” She raises a suspicious brow and you look at her confused.
“I wear one everyday to school.”
“By your own volition.”
“I do wear them, you’re just never around to see them.” You open the door and head out, speed walking to the shop.
You calm your pace when you’re around the corner, peeking behind the wall of the building the shop is in.
A hand comes to your thighs and you swing your leg upward, missing their head as they duck. You grab their throat and kick their balance away, holding them down onto the ground, your left knee on their left arm and your right heel pressing down their right wrist.
When you see who it is, you watch him look away from your skirt.
“Dabi!” You jump off him and pull him up, taking his pain away and putting the energy in a little bottle.
“You need to quit attacking me like that or I’m firing you.”
“Don’t sneak up on me and we won’t have that issue.” You dust off your skirt and he looks you up and down.
“What’s the occasion?” He asks, walking past you and dragging his finger on the hem of your skirt.
“Work.” You follow after him, watching as he opens the door with his keys and lets you in.
“Don’t think that’s the only reason.” He side eyes you as he locks the door back up, watching as you bend over to fix your fishnets. He catches a glimpse of your underwear and looks away.
“No, I just like to dress up every now and then. And I want to match the vibe of this place.” You adjust your bag on your shoulder as you lean on the counter while he counts the register.
“Uh huh.” He doesn’t believe you.
“Thought it might be a good idea to get them out of your view, for a bit.” You mumble, playing with your necklace. He stops counting.
“What?”
“Hm?” You ask, not understanding his confusion.
“You don’t want to see them.” He claims more than questions.
“No, I like seeing them. But you don’t.”
“I never said that.”
“I know, but since I can’t see mine, I think it’s only fair.” You smile at him, watching his scowl return as he goes back to counting the money.
“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told, not in those words.”
He finishes counting the register and sits back, going on his phone.
“Toga isn’t coming today, so you’ll be on register and front desk.” He yawns out.
Nodding, you walk over to his side to get a look of the new side of the register and he looks you up and down, unsure as to why you’re by his side. He looks up at the wall mirror opposite to the counter and stares at your body leaning over to look at the computer.
He watches your hair fall on your face and a sliver of his flowers peeking through the heart shaped hole on your shirt along with a bit over your collar.
His hair touches yours slightly and you look towards him, your eyes trailing down to your flowers on his chest.
“I can see you looking at me.” His voice comes out deep, the vibrations of his tone reaching your body.
You stand up straight and look at what has his attention.
You.
You tilt your head and smile at him in your reflection. His eyes linger on your lips, then to your neck.
“I think we look nice together.” You whisper. He looks up at your eyes, searching for something he doesn’t know he’s looking for, and hoping he doesn’t find it.
Your noses are nearly touching as he drifts closer to you, feeling each other’s breath on your skin.
Summary: Where quirks and soulmates exist, you’re lucky enough to not be wanted by your soulmate. Not knowing who he is, or what he does other than being a tattoo artist, you will try to convince him that you’re meant to be with him, only after convincing yourself first, of course. He doesn’t know you’re trying to become a hero, and you don’t know he’s a villain in a mafia group
Word count: 3k
You lay in your bed and stare at your ceiling, your alarm for the day having woken you up. You needed to go train, but you were exhausted.
“(Y/n) you old fuck, get out!” Katsuki bangs on your door and you turn your back to the door, ignoring him.
He knew not to open your door when you’re asleep or when you just woke up, he didn’t want to know how you slept.
“(Y/n)!” He bangs on the door again and you groan, sitting up and getting dressed for training.
“I’m coming!” You shout. Looking down at your digital clock on your bedside table, you read 4:00 am.
Rolling your eyes, you grab your phone and look at the note next to your clock.
You pick it up and read the number on the back of the note.
“Take this as an opportunity to get closer to him and get him to like you.” You thought.
Tapping your phone in thought, you open it and type in the number, sending a text.
You: Hello?
Unknown: Who the fuck is this
You: Nevermind I don’t want to work with you-
Unknown: Hey hey hey get your ass back over here
You: Tell me your name first
Unknown: The fuck I will
You: Okay bye
Unknown: WAIT WAIT FOR FUCKS SAKE
Unknown: Tell me yours first
You: you said you already knew mine, which is kinda creepy ngl
Unknown: You didn’t say that last night when I was touching you
You: oKAY OKAY
You: Its (Y/n)
Unknown: Dabi
You: HUH
You: sounds familiar
Dabi: Yeah it sounds like what you’ll be screaming soon
You: CAN YOU RELAX WE JUST MET
Katsuki bangs on your door and you shoot up off the bed, ripping the door open. He jumps at how aggressively you opened the door and starts backing away when you lift your hands into claw form, jumping after him.
“(Y/N) NO!”
“YOU DIDN’T LET ME SLEEP IN AND YOU KEEP HITTING MY PRECIOUS DOOR!” You chase after him, grabbing your house keys on the way as he runs out the house and you slam the door on your way out, quickly locking it and running after him.
You both drop to the ground after finishing your training in a forest, taking deep breaths. You ran until you got to your usual training spot, which is 30 minutes away, but with your determination to kill your sibling, you got there in 10. And you continued to train for the next 9 hours since you had a day off. Both you and Katsuki didn’t like to let your body get away from its physique, and you both had a lot of bottled emotions so it helped.
“I..hate you..” You huff and he kicks you away, huffing as well.
You kick at his leg and push him away down a hill, to which he suddenly digs his fingers into the dirt to prevent from rolling away.
He pulls himself up and jumps on top of you but you kick your legs up in his direction.
Before you can kick him away, he uses his quirk to launch himself away from you.
“Ahh you’re lame.” You roll onto your stomach and get up, watching as he rubs his hands, a gesture he’d only do around you.
“Come here.” You walk over to him and he drops his hands.
“I’m fine.”
“I’m not asking.” You grab his wrists and heal his hands, rubbing his palms softly.
“You know we’re not supposed to use our quirks in this type of training.”
“And let you kick me?” He says in disbelief.
“I would win, so yes.” You say smugly and pat his hands away when you’re done.
He tries swinging at you but you dodge it, grabbing his wrist and upper arm and pivoting away. He lands on his back when you flip him over, huffing and him groaning.
“Like that.” You place your hands on your hips in victory and he grabs your ankles, pulling them down above his face and causing you to slip and fall on your back with a groan as well.
“The fuck you do.”
You hear slow clapping and you both look up, Katsuki pushing your legs away from his face and sitting up.
“Well, well, well.” Kaminari walks up with his friends and you sit up, planting your feet flat on the ground and bending your knees, your elbows resting on them.
“I didn’t think I’d be seeing the two of you here, alone.” He comments and you can already see Kirishima cringing.
“We’re sparring, fuck off.” Katsuki defends.
“How convenient, you’re both sweaty and out of breath and you’re here alone. Must be a different kind of sparring~”
Mina shoves his shoulder and he nearly falls down the hill.
“Didn’t think you’d be into older women, Bakugou.” Sero comments and you try not to throw up.
“Guys, he’s training. She’s a third year, so it’s good he’s getting more training in.” Kirishima tries to find an excuse and Sero shrugs.
“That’s right, Kirishima.” You stand and walk over to them.
“You should get some training in as well, maybe I could help?” You give them a warm smile and they glance at Katsuki, who’s just finished huffing a little while ago.
“How long have you been training, if I may ask?” Mina asks.
“Since four a.m. Why?” You tilt your head and you can see their souls leave their bodies, even Kirishima.
“Y-you’ve been training for 9 hours..?” Kaminari timidly asks and you nod happily.
“Since we have time, yes.”
“How long do you usually train for?” Kirishima questions.
“Hm, when we have school we wake up at the same time, and we have to be at school by 8:45, so around 4 hours. It really isn’t a lot compared to today.” You dust off your workout pants and the three of them already look exhausted just thinking about it.
“You want to join us tomorrow?” You ask and Katsuki jumps up.
“Absolutely not. I don’t need these fuckers getting in the way.” He complains and stands next to you, crossing his arms.
“Aw come on, you scared I’ll embarrass you in front of the pretty lady?” Kaminari teases and you walk up to him, startling him.
He looks down at you and you suddenly hook your leg behind his knees, grabbing his hand.
“Oh-” He starts but you pull his legs towards you, causing him to fall backwards. He nearly hits the ground until you pull his hand close to you, avoiding his impact.
Sero starts laughing and stops when you look at him.
Helping Kaminari up, you dust off his sweater.
“He would have let you hit the ground, just so you know.” You smile at him and he blinks as you begin to walk home, Katsuki following.
“Quit walking ahead of me!” He shouts, leaving his friends behind.
“Let’s follow them.” Kaminari starts but both Kirishima and Sero grab his shirt before he can start walking.
“Let it go man, or else Bakugou is gonna beat you up next.” Sero pulls him away and they start walking.
“And he’s not gonna be nice about it like (Y/n).”
“Mom still has leftover tempura from the other day, unless you wanted to get something else?” You follow after him and he doesn’t say anything.
“Alright, leftovers it is.” You look around your neighborhood and he digs in his pocket, shoving it into your arm.
“Take it.”
You look at it and see it’s the money from the other day.
“No.” You walk away and he catches it before it falls, angering him.
“(Y/n)-”
“No, I’m not having this conversation with you again, Katsuki. Keep it, or else I’m giving you more next time.” You continue your walk and he huffs, clearly upset.
You both don’t say anything for the remainder of the walk and you check your phone for new messages.
Dabi: Are you coming or not
Dabi: I’m not asking
Dabi: You want more of those stupid photocards or not
Dabi: I’m gonna go to your job and tell your manager you steal dogs for a living
Dabi: Answer the fucking question
Dabi: Your first day is today
Dabi:Nevermind your ass is too slow
Dabi: Also why the fuck were you awake at 4 am for
Dabi: loser
You smile at your phone and reply.
You: I should be asking you the same thing
Dabi: Took you long enough
Dabi: I don’t sleep
You: Do you have trouble sleeping?
He stared at his phone, reading over the question twice, then once more for good measure. That isn’t important information, so it won’t hurt anyone.
Dabi: Yeah, I do
You pause, surprised he actually answered when he was so hesitant to even tell you his name.
You: Ah, I do too
Dabi: For someone so happy go lucky as you, I highly doubt that
You: Well you shouldn’t be so assuming
Dabi: Did
Dabi: did you just clown me
You: Yes sir i did
Dabi: You’re fired
You: I was never hired in the first place
You: Aaah youre a clown
Dabi: I will come to your house and meet your parents
You: WAIT WAIT IM SORRY
You: THAT’S NOT FAIR I JUST LEARNED YOUR NAME
Dabi: QUIT PLAYING THEN AND COME TO WORK
You: I NEVER AGREED TO WORK THERE
Dabi: TOO BAD HURRY YOUR ASS UP
You stifle a laugh and walk in your house with Katsuki, getting ready for the day.
You don’t think you’ll have to dress up fancy, so you decide on black ripped jeans, a black sleeveless turtleneck and a zipper hoodie. If they complain about your outfit, you can just zip up the hoodie and call it a day.
Slipping on some ankle boots, you grab a few pieces of leftover tempura and head out, walking to the tattoo shop and eating them on the way.
It seems a lot farther than you remember, but you keep walking until you see a few stores along with the shop.
Grabbing the door handle, you swing it open and the little bell rings, the girl at the front desk looking up.
“Oh, you’re the girl from before.” She leans on the desk to get a better look at you and you walk up to her.
“Yeah, is Dabi here?” You ask, seeing your wrist blank.
“He just went out to get food, he’s doing a piece and they both went to take a break.” She explains and you nod, extending a hand.
“(Y/n).” You introduce and she takes it, shaking it awkwardly.
“Toga.”
“Don’t hold her hand for too long or she’ll bite you.” The man with white hair comes out and she suddenly lets go.
“Don’t lie to her!”
“It’s not a lie if it’s true!” He counters, crossing his arms.
“What do you want?” He asks, not bothering to introduce himself.
“Dabi told me to come here, for work.” You shrug and he frowns. You think. He has a hand on his face but based on his body language, you can tell he’s not happy.
“I didn’t tell him to do that-” He says and the bell cuts him off, signalling Dabi’s arrival.
Your arm and neck go into full bloom and he stops when he sees you.
“You actually showed up.” Dabi mumbles, catching your attention away from your tattoos.
“Yeah, I did.” You play with your sleeves and he takes his food to his room.
“Come on.” He peeks his head out of his room and you jump, trailing after him.
“She’s pretty.” Toga comments and Shigaraki rolls his eyes.
“Not for you, though.” He walks away into his room and shuts the door behind him.
“This is where I do my tattoos,” He shows you around the room, a black leather chair in the center. A blue flame neon sign sits by the back wall, a neon white flower on the wall behind the chair.
His inks are all lined up nicely for the customer he was working on recently, all his current utensils on a small table next to the chair. He has a drawer in front of the chair on the right side to the door, some old ink spilled on it. A couch is sitting under the blue flame sign, a blue flower on a table next to it. His walls are painted black and there’s a bright white light on the ceiling, another small white light next to the chair to light up the person he works on.
“Don’t touch that.” He scolds when you walk close to the flower next to the couch.
“I wasn’t.” You cross your arms and your hoodie slips off your shoulders.
He stares at his flowers that so delicately decorate your soft skin, kissing every corner where his lips would be.
“You have this flower on your phone, too.” You stare at it and he looks up at your face that’s slightly worried.
“Mm.”
“Am, I your second chance?” You ask and he sits up straight.
“Huh?”
“I know those are rare but-”
“No, you’re not. I just like that flower.” He dismisses your worry and begins to eat, not taking off his jacket.
“Um..” You’re suddenly shy around him, which isn’t normal for you, since you’re usually confident to drive off creepy men.
“Look, I only have 15 minutes left before the fucker comes back to finish the last part of her piece and I wanna finish eating before she gets back, okay?” He stares as you nod slightly, timidly taking a seat on his couch and taking your eyes off him.
He watches as you keep glancing up at him and back at your tattoos, trying your best not to touch them as he eats.
You decide it’s best to go on your phone and distract yourself.
While he eats, he watches as your hand slowly inches up to your lips, playing with them. You smile at something on your phone and cover your smile with your hand, your tattoos glowing slightly.
You look at them and look up at him, to which he looks away immediately.
“Can I ask you something?” You ask, putting your phone down.
He side eyes you as he puts another spoonful of food in his mouth.
“Why didn’t you just get a healer?”
“If you weren’t stuck with me do you really think anyone would work here, seeing what we look like?”
“If people come here to get tattoos knowing what you look like, I don’t think they’d have an issue working with you based on your face.” You stare at his scars and he turns away.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” You suddenly ask and he turns back.
“No.” He responds and you frown.
“Rude.”
“You asked.”
“Didn’t think that’d be your response.” You take out your phone again and scroll through your socials.
A knock comes to his door and he puts his food away in a mini fridge in the back of the room.
“Put this on.” He tosses you a black face mask and puts one on himself. You follow his orders and he opens the door, revealing a tall slim lady with shorts.
“Chair.” He orders her, shutting the door behind her once she enters.
He gives her a towel but she just sits on the chair.
“Take your shirt off and cover yourself with this.” He tosses the towel on her lap and your eyes widen.
“I won’t be needing that.” She says in a sultry tone and Dabi puts on gloves.
“Not asking. Cover yourself, my apprentice is here, have some modesty.” He gets his inks ready and she just barely glances at you, rolling her eyes.
“She can leave.”
You stare at her and Dabi raises a brow, pausing his actions.
“She’s staying. Now put on the towel or you’ll be the one leaving.” He adjusts his mask and she snatches the towel off her lap, standing and pulling her shirt off in front of his face.
You look away and he glances at you, smiling slightly under his mask as you look around the room.
“You plan on getting any tattoos?” He asks and you don’t respond, thinking he’s speaking to the lady.
“Well, as long as you’re the one doing them for me~” She slowly sits back on the chair, not bothering to put on the towel. He grabs the towel and tosses it on her lap again. She snatches it and covers her bare chest, leaving the part that has to be tattooed exposed.
“Not you.” He grabs his gun and you stare at a few things he has hung around the room.
“If you’re gonna be working here you have to pay attention when I’m talking to you.” He throws another towel at your face and you jump, holding it and looking at him.
“For what, aren’t you supposed to be paying attention?”
“I can multitask, you fuck.” He adjusts her seating and places a copy of the remaining piece of her stencil onto her skin, peeling it off after some time to leave the purple lining.
You stare at the female pain chart he has near the couch and your eyes widen, slowly turning to look at her.
He’s doing her piece on one of the most painful spots, under her breasts on her ribcage.
She squeezes her eyes shut as he starts using the gun on her, the ink being placed into her skin.
“Um..” You stand and he keeps his focus, wiping off the excess ink every now and then.
“Um, do- do you want me to help?” You ask, rubbing at the back of your hands. He stops inking and looks up at you.
“Me?” He asks and you shake your head.
He looks down at the woman who’s gripping the arm rest in pain and discomfort.
“What exactly are you going to do?” She snaps and he continues tattooing her regardless of her complaints. She’s made it this far.
“No, you can just watch.” He waves you off and you nod, standing in the same spot and looking over his hands.
Your eyes trail over his visible hand tendons that flex every time he lifts his hand away from the woman’s body to find a more comfortable spot. His shirt leans away from his body and you tilt your head slightly to get a better view.
Your flowers sit under his scars and glow softly when you look at them and he stops inking, looking up at you through his lashes. You jump and stand straight up, turning away as if you found what you were looking for.
“Come here.” He orders and you shake your head.
“Not asking, come here.” He stops inking and you shuffle over as he pulls a chair next to him, patting it for you.
You sit on the chair next to him and he hands you his water bottle.
“Hold this for me.” He continues inking and you stare at the metal bottle, holding it between your hands.
Summary: Where quirks and soulmates exist, you’re lucky enough to not be wanted by your soulmate. Not knowing who he is, or what he does other than being a tattoo artist, you will try to convince him that you’re meant to be with him, only after convincing yourself first, of course. He doesn’t know you’re trying to become a hero, and you don’t know he’s a villain in a mafia group
Word count: 3k
The next morning, you’re walking to the train station with Katsuki and Tamaki in silence. Tamaki continuously looks around your neighborhood and back at your neck. You raise a brow.
“Are you looking for something?” You ask.
“Your soulmate.” He replies and you nod, continuing your walk.
When you get to the train station, you find Nejire, Mirio, and Kirishima waiting for the train and the three of you.
Kirishima is the first to notice you all and waves.
“Hi (Y/n) Senpai, Tamaki Senpai.” He greets and you smile, greeting back.
“You slept over?” Mirio asks Tamaki, who’s hand is littered with flowers.
“Mm, I-I came by late..” He whispers and flushes when Mirio brushes his hand against Tamaki’s.
“(Y/n), I heard you left work early..” Nejire whispers and you glance at Katsuki, knowing he wouldn’t say anything. He doesn’t talk to your friends anyway.
“I did, I wasn’t feeling too well.” You rub your neck and she checks all around you.
“Are you sure? You look fine now. Do you think someone hit you with their quirk?” She holds your arms up and you let her mess around with you as you wait for the train.
“I don’t think so.” You respond, glancing at Katsuki.
He keeps his eyes to the ground and you frown.
“You want to come over today?” You hear Kirishima ask but Katsuki doesn’t respond.
“Bakugou?” He taps his shoulder and Katsuki finally looks up, as if he was in a daze.
“Yeah, whatever.” He walks into the train as soon as it arrives and the doors open, leaving all of you behind.
Following him, you all stay in one area and hold onto a pole or handle.
“Y-” Nejire begins and you shush her, reminding her of what happened the last time she started asking so many questions on the train. People already let your birthday greeting slide and you didn’t want to be known as thatperson.
The train stops again and a good amount of people walk in, filling up some of the space around you.
A tall man stands close to you and holds onto the handle next to yours, causing you to shiver when his hand brushes past your wrist.
Your eyes widen when you see a sliver of the lilies again on your wrist.
Slowly turning your head up, you see a pair of icy blue eyes staring down at you, startling you.
“Y-y” You start but he shushes you, his black mask covering most of his scars.
“Don’t wanna startle them, do we?” He whispers in your ear as he stares outside to look less suspicious. You feel your cheeks turn red at his closeness and how low his voice is in your ear.
He places a note in your bag without you noticing and he gets off at the next stop.
You watch your tattoos disappear and you can finally relax, slightly disappointed in his departure but also relieved it wasn’t pointed out by anyone around you.
When it’s your turn to get out, you walk out with the strap of your bag held tightly between your hands.
“Lot of people suddenly got on the train, are you okay? That guy was pretty close to you.” Kirishima checks up on you and you smile at him, appreciating his concern.
“I’m okay, thank you, though.” You rub his shoulder softly and he smiles proudly as you all walk into the building.
“You literally don’t even know his name, just WHO do you think you’re liking?” You think and sigh.
“But he’s so pretty.. But I only got like, two glimpses of the man and I’m already down bad.” You internally clench your first and shake it like an old man yelling at kids to get off his lawn.
“Let’s get this over with.” Your teacher says and you can already feel this day dragging on longer than you wanted it to.
Going into your bag to grab your notes, you pause when you see a note.
You glance at Nejire who’s only slightly paying attention to the lesson.
Taking out your notes only, you decide you’ll only read it when you’re alone so no one-the teacher- thinks you’re passing notes.
Mirio looks at your bag and sees the note, not thinking anything about it, until it opens slightly and he sees a little blue flame sticker on it with a heart.
He looks up at you as you toss your notebook on the table and the note falls out.
You quickly snatch it before anyone sees and look up to see Mirio was already reaching out to get it for you.
“Passing notes?” The teacher calls you out and you want the ground to swallow you.
“No, I dropped my stuff while taking out my notes.” You toss the note in your bag and the teacher raises a brow.
“Then, you wouldn’t mind if I saw what you tossed in your bag?” He starts walking over and you zip your bag closed.
“I would mind, actually. I said I dropped something while taking out my notes and I have no reason to lie about that.” You smile at him and your friends stare at you.
“Mirio was just being nice and wanted to get it for me, nothing else. No need to assume there’s anything going on, since you’re only talking about it to me but not him.” You keep an innocent smile and he suddenly looks uncomfortable, going back to the front of the class and continuing the lesson.
You open your notes and begin writing what the teacher had left on the board.
The day goes by quickly and you weren’t bothered by your teacher for the rest of it. You watch as Nejire talks happily with her soulmate and you three wait by the door until she’s done.
“What was that? Are you okay?” Mirio whispers to you.
“I’m okay, lots of things going on and I didn’t want my privacy to be invaded when we literally didn’t do anything. Some of these teachers cross the line with their authority and I wasn’t having it.” You slip on your bag and Tamaki looks up at Mirio worried.
“You guys can go ahead, I’m gonna stay over at her house today.” Nejire tells you. You blink and walk out.
The boys follow after you and you slow down for them to catch up.
“Should we get food today?” You ask and Mirio’s mood doesn’t seem to improve.
“(Y/n)?” He stops you in front of the gates and you turn to him, confused.
“Yeah?”
“You don’t seem to be okay. Do you want to talk about it?” He brings up again and you chuckle, shoving your hands into your pockets, a habit you got from your brother.
“No, not really.” You shrug and he sighs, walking up to you and bringing you in for a tight hug, startling you.
You hover your hands over his back and slowly lower them, returning the affection.
“You know we’re here for you, regardless of what it is.” He pets your hair and you nod slightly.
“I know.. I just.. I want to see what happens, before I decide to talk about it..” You place your cheek on his chest and he places his chin on your head, nodding a little.
“I understand, but you know it’s not healthy to keep it in for too long.”
“That’s my line..” You laugh slightly, Tamaki happy to see you relax a little.
“Not when you’re the one struggling. Come on, let’s go get takoyaki.” He leans back to get a good look at you and you smile at him.
“Okay.”
Your friends haven’t learned the difference between your real and fake smile, you think. You’ve gotten so good at lying they don’t know when you’re being honest anymore, but they’ve never questioned it either. Of course, you would never lie to them about things you think they’ll get upset at, but sometimes it’s best to keep things to yourself.
Tamaki slips his hand in yours and you look down at it, intertwining your fingers with his, smiling.
Squeezing his hand slightly, he takes it as a silent thank you.
Mirio holds your hand as well and you bump your head into his shoulder affectionately as you all make your way to the train.
“I’ve never seen three soulmates before.” You hear someone comment near you at the station. You turn your ear in their direction.
“She isn’t their soulmate, she doesn’t have any flowers and they do.” Their friend says.
“Maybe it isn’t visible. Ask if she’s with them.”
“Maybe it isn’t any of your business.” They spit and you turn to the one who commented first, staring at him. He jumps and they pull their friend with them.
“She looks like a villain..” You hear him say and you suddenly let go of them, holding your arms.
“What happened?” Mirio checks on you and you shake your head.
“I got cold, the breeze in the shade is killing me.” You lie, laughing slightly.
He takes off his letterman jacket, draping it on your shoulders.
“No, no no. Take it back-”
“You’re cold, and I’m warm. Keep it.” He wraps his arm around your shoulders and you look down at it, holding it close to you.
Tamaki paws at the jacket and you open it for him, letting him in.
You three continue waiting and jump closer when you hear an explosion near the tracks, people running in the opposite direction and bumping into the three of you.
“Make sure no one is hurt!” Mirio directs as you all start running in the direction of the now burning area.
You tie his jacket around your waist as you run and pull out a little bottle from your bag, going into a slightly destroyed building that was affected by the blow.
“Hello?! Is anyone here?!” You shake out the ball of your power source and hold it up to illuminate the room, ready to throw it in case there’s a villain.
You hear groaning and you follow it, finding a woman stuck under some rubble.
You rush over to her and begin pushing off the stone and wood off her.
“Are you okay? Can you hear me?” You question as you try prying off the material from her.
“Yes..” She struggles to breathe and you nod, beginning to numb her from the pain, feeling it yourself instead.
“You’re going to be okay, we’re here to help you. Is there anyone else in this building?” You question as you finally manage to get her out, picking her up carefully.
She shakes her head and you get rid of the pain you took from her and put it in the bottle, relieving yourself of the discomfort.
“I’m going to get you out of here, just take deep breaths.” You show her how to breathe as you quickly do a search of the building. She follows your method as you continue to take her pain away, not reaching your limits yet.
“(Y/N)!!” You hear Mirio yell from outside and another explosion goes off, shaking the building and creating more destruction.
A piece of wood falls from the ceiling and you turn away to block it with your back, protecting the woman.
It cuts your shirt open and the lower half of your back.
You heal the woman’s smaller injuries like the few scrapes and cuts she received and ignore your own injuries as you run out of the building, climbing down a plank and rubble.
An EMT takes the woman from you and you try your best to start healing some of your cut on your back and Mirio runs over to you.
“Are you okay? Why did you run inside? The building was abandoned and no one was inside.”
“There was a woman inside, I couldn’t leave the building unchecked.”
“Was she the only one?” He looks around as the police take what you assume is the criminal into their car, driving away.
“(Y/n) your back!” Tamaki unties the jacket and covers your exposed back.
“It’ll be fine, she didn’t feel anything when I got there, thankfully.” You hold the jacket and Mirio leads you to the ambulance.
“Where-”
“You need to get checked, you can’t heal something that big and the building is old so you might get an infection.” He sits in the back with you along with Tamaki and you sigh as they close the doors and head to the hospital.
“You have a really high pain tolerance.” The woman tells you before she goes under her anesthesia.
“Are you feeling better?” You ask, watching as the EMTs do their best to not let her feel anything.
“I am now.. I barely felt anything.. You came as soon as the building started falling on me.” She smiles at you and you smile back, an EMT coming near you to check for any other injuries besides the giant cut on your back.
You all arrive at the hospital and they both help you out even though you had told them you’re fine.
“You say you’re fine, but you still felt everything she did and we don’t know how much that was.” Tamaki holds your arm and you smile at him.
“Okay, okay. I’ll let you watch over me for now.” You let the staff lead you all to a room and you sit on the bed, the boys standing around you.
“(Y/n), it’s nice to see you again.” Recovery Girl waddles into the room and you bow your head slightly, greeting her.
“It’s always nice seeing you so healthy, Recovery Girl.” You reply, receiving a dismissive wave, making you chuckle.
“Let me see.” She pats your leg and you stand, taking off the jacket and showing her your back.
She looks around it and picks out the few splinters stuck in your skin, to which you don’t flinch at, but Tamaki cringes every time she plucks out a new one and tosses it into a dish.
You jump when she gives you a kiss on your back, healing your injury.
“Alright, you’re good to go.” She begins to waddle away and both look away when you turn your back to them, facing her.
“Is she alright?” You ask, stopping her.
“She has a few broken ribs, but they’re getting her ready for surgery. She’ll be okay.” She reassures and waddles out, Mirio putting the jacket back on your shoulders. A nurse comes in and checks you again to make sure you’re okay and hands you all your bookbags.
You thank her when she does so and when she walks out. You pout.
“We can’t get our Takoyaki..” You kick at the ground and Mirio laughs, patting your shoulder.
“Alright, let’s go.” He leads the both of you out and you get into the police car waiting for you outside the hospital.
“I wonder how high your pain tolerance is.” Mirio whispers, leaning down to your height as you’re driven to your house.
“So do I, but I kinda don’t wanna know.”
“Why not?” Tamaki asks and you shrug.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it, or if I’ll be able to stay stable during it.” You pick at your nails and Mirio stops you from the bad habit.
“But if I find out, I can build it up from there and get an even higher tolerance.” You smile up at him and he smiles back.
“That’s a good way to see it.” He rubs your hands and you place your head on his shoulder, holding Tamaki’s hand as well.
Your phone vibrates and you’re falling asleep, looking out at the sun setting.
It’s been a long day, and you didn’t even get to hang out with your friends like you had intended to.
“Your mom is calling you.” Tamaki points out and you look at your phone, seeing the word Mom in all caps on your screen. You frown.
“That’s not her.”
“What do you mean it’s not her?” Tamaki asks and Mirio looks over.
“She has her mom as Miss Ma’am and a white flower as her contact name.” He frowns as well and you pick it up, Tamaki looking horrified at the sight of you answering the phone, an unknown caller no less.
“What do you want, old bag of dusty dentures?” You answer, Mirio slapping a hand over his mouth to not laugh. Tamaki’s mouth drops and you wait.
“I didn’t think she’d say that..” You hear faintly from the other line and Mirio snorts, covering his face.
“Don’t fucking say that you dumbass she’s listening.” You hear them bicker and you cough loudly, startling everyone.
“Fuck she’s loud as hell-”
“Oh, my god give me that.”
“Okay, so I see this is the wrong number.” You take the phone away from your ear.
“No, no wai-” Beep.
Mirio coughs out his laugh from holding it in for so long and you pat his back as the car stops at your house.
“I’ll see you guys later, okay?” You say as Tamaki gets out of the car and lets you scooch out, Mirio calming down to say goodbye.
You wait for Tamaki to get back in the car and watch it drive away with them inside.
“You read the note yet?” A voice next to you scares you and you swing your leg at them, hitting their shoulder and knocking them over.
“Fuck-” He coughs and you gasp seeing its your soulmate.
“Are you okay?!”
“Do I look okay to you? You just roundhouse kicked me in the shoulder.” He grabs his shoulder and you reach out a hand over him, taking the pain away from his shoulder and keeping it for yourself.
He stares as you rub your shoulder and heal the pain, outstretching a hand for him to hold. He stands up by himself and you put your hands in your jacket. He glowers at your jacket.
“That’s not your jacket.”
“And?”
He rolls his eyes and goes for your bag until you swat him away, offending him.
“I don’t even know your name and you’re trying to touch my property.” You cross your arms and he rolls his eyes so hard you’re surprised they don’t get stuck.
“Read the note.” He demands and you look in your bag for it.
Taking it out, you unfold it and raise a brow at the heart and flame sticker, looking up at him.
“Now, I barely know you, but I know you did not put that heart or sticker there all by yourself.” You look back at the note.
“I changed my mind. I want you around, but work with us so I can keep an eye on you. You’re always in school so I wouldn’t be seeing you a lot anyway, so might as well.”
You fold the note back up and hand it to him.
“No thanks.”
“S’cuse me?”
“You didn’t want me when we first saw each other, you literally ran away.” You keep holding out the note and he looks away.
“I didn’t know how you’d react to seeing me, so I didn’t wanna risk it.” He mumbles, shoving his hands in his pockets. Your hand falters slightly.
“You didn’t run away because you thought I was ugly?” You put your hand down and he scoffs.
“I didn’t even see your face when we first met. All I saw was my stupid flowers on your wrist-”
“They’re not stupid.” You interrupt, lifting your sleeve to look at them.
“They’re really beautiful, I’m happy I got two as well..” You trace the black lily and he shivers, smacking your hand away.
“Quit touching that shit.”
“You felt that?”
“Course I fucking felt it, do you not know anything about that shit?” He looks upset and you shake your head. His angry face slips until he remembers what he was there for.
“You’d be good for our place, instead of that stupid cafe. And unlike that shitshow, we don’t let customers get their way when they’re being assholes.” He crosses his arms and you smile.
“That’s reassuring. But I don’t know how to do tattoos, so I wouldn’t be good for business.”
“Your quirk can heal, can’t it?”
“Only small injuries like cuts, scrapes and small burns.”
“Good enough. You can heal the tattoos and make them stop feeling the pain when they’re uncomfortable or it’s a big piece.”
“I never said anything about not letting them feel it.” You squint, suspicious of him now.
“Healing it wouldn’t stop them from feeling it?” He questions, understanding where you’re going with this.
“Hm, depends.”
“Then?”
“How much would I be getting paid?”
“I’m not answering that.”
“Then no thank you.” You go to walk to your gate but he grabs you, pushing your back against it. You look up at him and shiver when he slides his hand up your exposed back under your jacket, his other hand on the wall above your head.
“It’s way more than your little cafe job, I’ll tell you that.” His fluffy hair touches your hair and you lean your head away, touching the wall.
“You don’t even know my name, and you’re already trying to seduce me and give me a job.” You whisper, looking him in the eye.
His hand trails under your bra on your back and he rubs his thumb across your skin, his eyes trailing down your lips.
“I know your name, but you will surely know mine soon enough. Maybe you’ll even be screaming it soon.” He digs his nails into your back lightly and you suddenly grab onto his jacket, gasping.
“So sensitive..” He whispers in your ear and you feel your cheeks warm, swatting him away.
“Stop it!” You cover your cheeks and he chuckles, taking a strand of your hair and twirling it in his fingers.
“Think about it, my numbers on the back. I’ll be expecting a yes in a day, baby.” He drops your hair and walks away, his flowers disappearing with him.
You shiver when you feel the remainder of his lingering touches on your skin, awakening a new feeling in you that you didn’t know you could have.
Summary: Where quirks and soulmates exist, you’re lucky enough to not be wanted by your soulmate. Not knowing who he is, or what he does other than being a tattoo artist, you will try to convince him that you’re meant to be with him, only after convincing yourself first, of course. He doesn’t know you’re trying to become a hero, and you don’t know he’s a villain in a mafia group
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“Those crazy fuckers are outside right now. Why were you walking and not running?!” She shakes the both of you and Katsuki shoves her hands away.
“I can handle it, and I can take care of myself, old hag.” He crosses his arms and she lifts her hand to smack the back of his head but you catch her wrist.
“Mom.” You stare at her and she puts her hand down.
“I’ll be making dinner, be ready by then.” She walks away into the kitchen and you look at Katsuki.
“Thought she got out of that habit after how many times I’ve yelled at her about it. Guess not.”
“She’s not going to.” He walks up to his room and you sigh, walking into your own room.
Sitting on your bed, you drop your bag to the floor and flop back onto the mattress.
You look around your room, a few posters littered here and there of your favorite artists and art you bought of your favorite anime characters.
Your bed is by your window, but by the amount of times you’ve switched its placement it’s been everywhere in the room at this point. Your desk on the direct opposite side of your bed, your vanity next to it, and your closet far beside it, next to the door.
You have your tv mounted on the wall between your desk and bed, a few figures on a small shelf under it.
When Tamaki comes over, he likes to sit on your bed in the corner, surrounded by your blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. Nejire likes to take your spinning desk chair and Mirio doesn’t care what he gets, as long as he gets a good view of the tv and his soulmate.
“Open the door.” Katsuki’s words startle you off the bed. You stand.
“I’m changing.”
“No, the fuck you’re not. I haven’t heard you move a single muscle since you dropped your ass on your bed. Open the door.”
You swing open the door and he walks in, sitting on your bed.
“Why, did you get out early.” His questions always sound like claims and you never understood why. Maybe it was the tone he used, never upturning the last word or syllable to make it sound like a question, almost like he wasn’t asking, rather demanding an answer.
“I got sick.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me.”
You cross your arms.
“You’re very demanding for someone who’s younger than me.”
“Hah?!”
“Maybe I just wasn’t feeling well. Maybe I just wanted to come home.”
“And waste your hours of getting another stupid Miruko figure? Yeah, right. Tell me the truth, (Y/n).”
“I don’t have to tell you the truth. I just wanted to come home, okay.” You walk out the door into his room.
“Hey!” He chases after you and once he gets to the opposite side of his door, you run out and into your own room, locking the door.
“HEY!”
“Goodnight, Katsuki.” You sit on your bed again and take out your phone.
Staring at your wallpaper of the four of you, you close your phone again and tap the screen with your nail, pursing your lips to the side to think.
“I don’t have a lot of friends..”
Not that you’re ungrateful, of course. You love your friends, but it would be nice to play games with them even if you’re confused, like Katsuki and his cute little group. Unlike you, he wouldn’t be confused and would carry in any game you threw at him.
You huff and change into more casual clothing, putting on a windbreaker and heading out to the kitchen.
“Mom, I’m going out.”
“The hell you are!”
Here we go.
“You’re not going out with those people out there.” She puts down a utensil and you frown.
“I’m just getting some air, I’ll be fine.” You grab the door handle and she stops you.
“(Y/n).”
“Mom, I’ll be fine. If you can trust Katsuki so much, why can’t you trust me?”
“Because he knows how to protect himself with and without his quirk!”
You release the handle and slowly turn to her.
“What?” Both you and Katsuki speak at once. He startles her and she looks between you in worry.
“(Y/n)-”
“Is that what this is about? He can take better care of himself but I can’t because I don’t have a quirk like him?”
“That’s not what I meant-”
“Then what is it? Is that why you’ve been like this since I got here?”
“What?” Katsuki steps up and you scoff.
“What does this have to do with when she got here? She came with me so nothing happened.” He crosses his arms and you look at her, eyes wide with fear.
“You didn’t tell him?”
“Tell me what?”
“I-”
“What’s going on?” Your dad, Masaru, walks in from the front door, scaring Mitsuki away from the door.
“I’ll see you later.” You walk past your dad and shut the door behind you, Katsuki immediately opening the door and going after you.
“(Y/N)!!” He yells after you but you’re already gone.
“Fuck!” He throws his hands in the air and walks back inside, slamming the door.
“Quit slamming the door!” Mitsuki yells and Masaru looks at him.
“What happened?”
“This damn old hag is keeping secrets from me! That’s what happened!” He stands in front of them and Masaru looks down at his wife, who’s avoiding their eyes.
“I don’t think it’s my place to tell you without her being here.”
Katsuki scoffs.
“She’s not coming back any time soon.” He walks away towards his room and slams the door, throwing himself on the bed.
“She should have told him already..” You think, chewing on the aglet of your windbreaker.
“He’s been his whole life not knowing, no way he wouldn’t know by now..” You start walking faster and bump into someone, the both of you dropping your phone.
“Oh, sh- sorry!” You go to pick up your phone and they take theirs. You look up and see a man with bright blue eyes, his mask covering the rest of his face, his hood covering his hair.
He glances at your neck and takes off, leaving you standing there.
“Hm. Must not like human interaction, I felt that.” You start walking away and a few minutes in, you go to text Nejire that you’re coming over and stop walking.
“I don’t remember changing my wallpaper..” You frown and go to open it with your fingerprint, but it rejects you.
“What?” You type in your password and it says incorrect. Your breath’s pace begins to quicken and you flip the phone over, seeing a plain black phone case with a pressed blue flower, a few of the petals scattered and torn around the flower.
“Oh, no..” You run back in the direction you came from, whipping around to find the man clad in black.
You run towards a few shops around your area, seeing someone dressed in black walking around in a tattoo shop.
“That might be him!” You run towards the shop and almost burst through when you realize where you’re walking into.
If someone’s working on a piece, and you suddenly burst in and scare them…
You didn’t want to imagine how that would go down.
Calmly, you pull open the door and a bell rings, alerting a few of the people who look up at you when you walk in. You look around and walk up to the front desk where a girl with two messy buns stays on her phone.
“Excuse me?” You tilt your head to look at her and she only lifts her eyes to look at you.
“If you want to make an appointment, you’ll have to wait. All of our artists are busy.” She sits up and looks you up and down.
“Ah, no, I’m not here for a tattoo. I saw someone walk in here and I wanted to give them their phone back, they took mine by accident.” You lift said phone and jump when you hear clattering behind a door.
“FUCK! THIS SHIT ISN’T MINE!” You hear someone scream and the door suddenly slams open, scaring the girl.
You jump again when something else clatters and another door slams open, a man with a black shirt and blue-almost white- hair stomps out.
“QUIT FUCKING THROWING THE DOOR!”
“FUCK YOU!” The first man yells out and you blink, turning to the girl.
“Can you help me?” You ask, ignoring them.
“Uh, most of our artists wear black..” She blinks at you and you blink back again.
“You!” The man with fluffy, spiked black hair marches over to you and extends a hand.
You shake it and he jumps, snatching it away from you and trying it again.
“Phone.” He demands and you frown.
“What?”
“You have my phone.”
“No, I don’t. I’ve never seen you before.” You keep your frown and he snatches a black mask from the desk, putting it on.
“Oh! That was you?” You dig your phone out from the front pocket of your windbreaker and he takes a step back from you.
Handing it to him, you hold out your hand for your phone.
He keeps his eyes on your neck and you wave your hand in his face.
“Hello? Can I have my phone back now?”
“You’re that girl from the cafe..”
“What?”
“God damn are you deaf?” The man with the white hair comes up to you and stops when he sees your neck.
“I wish I was blind, actually.” He walks back into his room and shuts the door.
“You know where I work? That’s kind of creepy.” You rub your neck and you glance at his chest, his extremely low cut shirt showing some of his injuries and what you believe are staples, along with some of his undamaged skin.
You see your color along with some of your flower.
You look up at his face and only now just notice his injured face, the same staples as his hands and chest on his cheeks and under his eyes.
You look around for a mirror and gasp when you see the beautiful flowers from earlier, unzipping your jacket and pulling your shirt down until your shoulder.
Turning back to him he keeps his eyes on you and you don’t know what to say.
“You..You’re my soulmate..” You whisper and he steps back.
“No.”
“What?”
“No, I’m not.”
“What do you mean no? Your flowers are on me, my flowers are on you!” You point at his chest and he suddenly wishes he was wearing a normal shirt.
“They’re hers.” He cocks his head in the direction of the girl at the desk and she looks surprised.
“Right, they are.” She agrees and you squint.
“Where are his flowers on you, then?” You cross your arms and she turns her head in his direction.
“On my chest, that’s rude.” She scoffs and you point at the back of her head.
“I can see your flower right there!” You point out and she slaps a hand to the back of her neck, covering it.
The man slaps a hand to his face and you walk up to him.
“You’re my soulmate..” You smile at him and he looks away.
“You’re a lot prettier than I imagined..” You play with your fingers and his head whips back to you.
“Stop.” He demands and you shiver, his deep voice reaching you.
“But-”
“No, we’re not doing this soulmate shit or whatever the hell it is.” He shoves his phone in your hand and walks away but afraid you’ll never get to see him again, you grab his hand. He shivers, then stiffens.
“Let go.”
“Why don’t you want to be with me?”
“You stole my phone.”
“You took mine!” You keep your grip and he rips his hand out of yours.
“I don’t believe in that soulmate bullshit, just like I don’t believe in all that little hero shit you have on the back of your phone.”
You gasp and hide your phone, frowning and getting close to him. He stares down at you as you push yourself as close to him as possible. He frowns when he doesn’t shiver when you touch him.
“You’re rude! First, you ran away from me in the cafe and you made me lose hours! Second, you didn’t even bother to look for me when you realized that wasn’t even your phone!” You shout and suddenly stop, looking at your hands and touching your cheek.
“Am.. am I too ugly for you..?” You whisper and look up at him, his icy blue eyes boring into yours.
“Ah, that must be why.. You’re so pretty, so that must be it..” You pout and he keeps his eyes on your plump cheeks.
You keep your eyes on him and then tear your eyes away, walking out of the shop.
“Way to go.” The man with white hair comments.
You walk slowly home and suddenly a raindrop falls in front of you on the sidewalk, making you sigh as it begins pouring. You put on your hood and put your phone in your front windbreaker pocket to keep it dry.
By the time you get home, you’re soaked and your make up is slightly runny from crying or from the rain, whichever it is, you don’t care.
Opening the front door, you take off your shoes and your mom gasps, running over to you with a hand towel.
“(Y/n)! What happened?!”
You let her wipe off the remnants of your make up along with your windbreaker, tossing your phone on the couch.
Katsuki walks in and both of them pause when they hear you sniffle.
“(Y/n)?” She holds your hand and you hiccup, wiping your face when you start full on crying.
Everyone stares at you as you cry and hiccup, struggling to breathe.
“(Y/n) it’s okay..” She holds you and you hug her and cry into her shoulder.
No one knows what to do and she keeps rubbing your back, not caring if she’s getting her own clothing soaked in the process.
After some time, you calm down and continue hiccuping. She lifts your head and looks you in the eye.
“What happened..?”
“I met my soulmate..” You cry out but no one moves a muscle. If this is your reaction to meeting them, it might not have ended well.
“He doesn’t want me.. I’m too ugly for him and he doesn’t believe in heroes..” You cover your face and Katsuki pushes his mom out of the way.
“Fuck him. If he can’t see past the fact that you’re trying to be a hero, then he’s not worth your time anyway. And you’re not ugly, so shut the hell up about that.” He grabs your arm and drags you into the bathroom, grabbing your towel from your bedroom and throwing it at you, a loud thwack sounding from the impact.
“Take a shower, you’re soaking and I’m not trying to get sick from you.” He shuts the door and walks into your room, taking out your pajamas you always wear.
“You can pick out your underwear shit yourself.” He mumbles, walking to the kitchen and angrily serving two bowls of soup your mom just made, taking it to his room and dragging your blanket into his room when he’s finished setting up your food.
“Have to do everything myself in this damn house.” He complains, turning on a movie you won’t shut up about no matter how many times you’ve watched it.
When you finish showering and getting fully dressed, you open the door to your room to exit and Katsuki grabs your wrist and drags you into his room, pushing you on the bed where your blanket is.
You sniffle and watch as he slams the door and slides you your food, taking his own and sitting on his desk chair, pressing play on your movie.
You hold the bowl and quietly begin to eat, glancing at the tv every now and then.
“You shouldn’t be letting stupid shit like that get to you.” He comments halfway through the movie, catching your attention.
“What?”
“You’re one of the top and yet you let stupid shit like soulmates get in your way.”
“That’s easy for you to say, your soulmate accepted you the second he saw you.”
“That shit doesn’t fucking matter, whether the fuckhead accepted me or not, I’m still on my way to become number one. I’m not letting anyone stop me from what I want to get, soulmate or not.” He crosses his arms and you frown, looking up at the tv.
Your phone pings and you look down at it, an unknown number on the screen.
“Do you want to work here?“
"Ew.” You thought, blocking the number before they can send anything else.
“Anyway, enough of your mopey shit, what happened with the shit the old hag was saying.”
“Nothing.”
“You-”
“I don’t want to talk about it right now, okay?” You look up at him and he huffs.
“Fine.”
“Your necklace has been getting a lot of attention.” You mention. He scoffs.
“Of course it has, I picked it out.”
“You say that, but some of your gifts have been questionable.” You smile at him and he whips his head in your direction, clearly offended.
“Name one thing!”
“You gave me boxing gloves for my 17.”
“So?!”
“I don’t box.”
“Well, you should!” He stands up and aggressively takes your empty plate along with his own, stomping out of the room.
You smile again, not bothering to tell him you did end up boxing a little after he gifted them to you to bulk up and get better at physical fighting rather than just depending solely on your quirk.
“Oh! Hi, Amajiki. What brings you here?” You hear your mom greet and you jump out the room, stopping at the top of the stairs and startling the poor boy.
“I-I came to visit (Y/n)..” He timidly answers, looking up when he hears you creep down the stairs.
“Aw, I don’t know if she’s okay with a visit right now-”
“It’s fine, come up.” You interrupt, not looking at her. He quietly excuses himself and shuffles over to you, following you up to your room.
Letting him enter, you close the door behind you and watch as he cutely crawls on your bed and adjusts himself in between your stuffed animals.
“You alright?” You ask, taking a seat on your desk chair and rolling over to him.
“I-I wanted to check on you..”
“Ah,” You scratch at your cheek, remembering the moment from earlier. “I’m alright.”
He picks at a few loose strings on your bedsheets and glances at you.
“Mirio is worried about you..”
“Mh, I should have texted you guys after I got out of work. I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t come after you when you left.” He hugs his knees to his chest and you tilt your head.
“You’re fine. You didn’t need to.” You reach for his hand and he jumps when he sees your wrist.
“Y-your arm-” He stutters and you look down at it, gasping.
The lilies are fully bloomed.
“D-does that mean we’re soulmates now? But that’s not even my flower, and I like being with Mirio.. Not that I wouldn’t like to be with you!” He sits up in panic and you calm him down, looking out your window.
The man from earlier is standing outside your fence with his phone, an annoyed look on his face.
“What is he doing here..?”
“Who?” He goes to look and you suddenly engulf his face in your chest, hugging him.
“No one! I thought I saw Mirio outside but it wasn’t him.” You lie, mouthing go away at him. He squints.
Tamaki hugs you and you smile, petting his hair.
“I guess you found your soulmate after all..” He says quietly, pulling back to see your arm. He frowns when he sees it stop at your neck.
“That’s a lot..” He whispers and you look at it.
“He really is..”
“What’s his name?” He asks. You shrug.
“Y-You don’t know..?”
“I never met him.”
“What? How is his flower on you then?”
The flower disappears and you pout.
“He must have passed by..” You let go of him, sitting with your legs under you. He doesn’t seem to believe you, but he doesn’t want to pry either.
“You can stay over, if you want. I know it’s late.” You look out the window and see he’s gone.
“A-are you sure?” He holds onto one of your plushes and you’re already getting his pajamas that he uses when he stays over.
“I’ll be back.” You hand him the clothes and leave the room, going downstairs and getting a bowl of soup for him.
“(Y/n)-” Your mom sits up from the couch next to your dad and you look at her.
“You owe him an explanation.” You smile, keeping your good mood.
She frowns sadly and you bid them goodnight, taking a drink and going to your room.
Your blankets are sitting in front of your door when you come back and you just kick them in after opening the door.
Tamaki happily grabs your large blanket and takes it with him on your bed.
“Here’s some food.” You place the bowl on the small table next to your bed where you like to place random things on it when you’re too lazy to put them away where they actually belong.
“Nejire texted you.” He reaches for the bowl and you frown, grabbing your phone off the bed.
Jire: How are you
You: I’m alright
Jire: You sure? You didn’t text after work
Jire: Anything good happen after?
Jire: regarding, yk
You: no ://
Jire: :((
Jire: I’m sorry :((
You don’t open her message and sigh, turning off your phone.
“I do hope you didn’t really give up on finding him, since he seems to be right around the corner, too.” He gets comfortable while eating and you nod slightly, sitting down next to him.
Summary: Where quirks and soulmates exist, you’re lucky enough to not be wanted by your soulmate. Not knowing who he is, or what he does other than being a tattoo artist, you will try to convince him that you’re meant to be with him, only after convincing yourself first, of course. He doesn’t know you’re trying to become a hero, and you don’t know he’s a villain in a mafia group.
