shigadabi week

Shigadabi week: Fantasy

This isn’t late at all I swear

“Everyone knew of the undead prince who walked upon the far off lands, with haunting red eyes and moon lit hair. But people had only seen glimpses of his right hand man, a tall opposing figure with sharp pointy teeth and hellbent blue eyes.

Rating: SFW

Warnings: Brief descriptions of medical equipment/IVs; swearing; Dabi being gloomy

Summary: It was better than nothing, but Dabi still hated seeing him this way.

Absence

So close, yet so far. He’d heard the phrase plenty of times. Mostly when he’d still been Touya and chasing his father’s approval. But Dabi had never applied it to anything in his own life until half an inch of acrylic separated him from Tomura.

He brought flowers with him to the lab again. As expected, the old ones had dried up. Trying not to think about how much it had in common with making offerings to the dead, Dabi pulled the withered bouquet of azaleas from the slim vase sitting on top of the machine monitoring Tomura’s vitals. In went the new bunch. Forget-Me-Nots this time. One good thing about the PLF gig was money longer being an obstacle. He could have whatever shipped in and put it all on President Dickhead’s tab. It was the least the simpering shit bag could do in return for Dabi not roasting him over a spit. Especially after what he did to Tomura’s hand.

Tomura.

Dabi stopped fiddling with the flowers. Forced himself to take a deep breath. Finally looked at the suspension tank.

It was better than nothing, but Dabi still hated seeing him this way. Floating in whatever liquid filled the thing like some weird jellyfish. Tubes shoved down his throat, breathing for him. IVs poked all over, pumping fluids in and sucking out others. Under the black compression suit, Tomura’s body had gained a bit of bulk. Probably just from receiving decent nutrition again. Above the oxygen mask, his eyes moved back and forth behind closed lids. Whatever he dreamed about didn’t dent his brow with worry. Despite the gross medical equipment he looked healthy. Peaceful.

Dabi shook with the suppressed urge to slam his fist into the acrylic anyway. Tomura needed the rest. He’d earned it ten times over. But why did it have to fucking be this—as one of Ujiko’s science projects? Sure, Tomura had explained the situation about his quirk outpacing his physical limits. About All For One. That didn’t do a damn thing to soothe the need to do something howling inside of Dabi like an angry ghost. If Tomura were in a bed, at least he could’ve touched him. Held his hand. Breathed in the dry parchment scent of his skin and hair. Rested his head on his chest and listened to the tempo of his heart. Tasted the familiar tang of salt and blood on his lips with a kiss. As it was, all Dabi could do was seethe. State. Bring some sorry ass flowers that would never be seen. A whole lot of fucking nothing, in other words.

He finally understood Tomura’s need to scratch. Just a little. The desperation to release the festering rage and poisonous knowledge that he couldn’t do anything. Plenty of things were coming into focus now that Dabi had fewer crises to distract him.

Placing his hands on the tank, Dabi rested his forehead against it and closed his eyes. “Miss you,” he said quietly. Tomura couldn’t hear him, but he wasn’t so sure about the nomu around them. “We all do. The others keep finding reasons to pester me even though they literally have their own armies to run. They’re trying to keep me from moping, I think. Can’t say I blame them. I’m a fucking drag to be around when I’m feeling sorry for myself.”

He opened his eyes and stared up at the beloved face. Not a twitch. Even if there had been, it was only random nerves firing. Dabi had spent enough time around hospitals and dying people to know that.

“I wasn’t supposed to live this long.” It’s like walking through the woods and tripping over skeletons buried in shallow graves, these little revelations. “I don’t know what to do with myself. But I can figure it out as long as you’re a part of it.” A smile quivered on his lips for a moment before collapsing under the strain. “Not sure whether you’d laugh or slap me if you heard me say that. Guess I could wonder when I’d gone soft, but we both know the answer to that one. So, just…” Dabi swallowed hard, fingers curling against the thin but insurmountable barrier between them. “Just come back. To us. To me. Okay?”

He left after that. Ujiko had plenty to laugh about already if he’d been watching on camera. And he needed to check on Twice—Hawks had taken to hanging around him too much for Dabi’s taste lately. Like a fucking vulture. Anyway, Compress insisted on having an after dinner drink with him. A not-so-sneaky way to make sure he ate and was unable to curl up in a corner and die somewhere.

Rating: SFW

Warnings: Mild blood, mild gore, swearing

Summary: Vague timeline. Could be an alternative ending to the War Arc, or any time in the future where Shigaraki has All For One.

I just wanted the League to get a happy ending.

Reset

The horizon is beautiful, just as he’d promised.

No more buildings to block the view. No more flashing city lights to hide how many stars are in the evening sky. No drone of traffic to keep the silence at bay. No swarms of people maintaining a hopeless sense of futility. It’s all crumbled to rubble. Ceased. Fled.

Dabi never truly understood how big the world is until this moment. Until he stands in its ashes, hand in hand with the man who’s ended it.

Toga, Spinner, Compress—all that’s left of the League—stand with them. They stare as bright-eyed and open-mouthed as children, slowing coming to grips with the vast space that now belongs to them. The freedom that comes with it. The possibility.

Suddenly, they all have a future.

Cool fingertips alight on his cheek. Dabi turns his head to find Tomura looking at him. Though his eyes are still wound-red, and the bones under his cracked porcelain skin the same shape as ever, something about his face has shifted. It takes a minute for Dabi to identify the changes. Tomura’s stare remains as intense and focused as ever, but the lines of his expression have relaxed. Despite the streaks of blood and dirt and soot, he looks calm. At peace. Dabi would gladly kill anyone or anything to see him stay this way.

Tomura’s fingers slide down to the seam in his cheek. Gently, they grip the staple closest to his lips.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

“Completely.” The answers comes as effortlessly as blinking.

“Do you love me?”

“To death.”

Tomura smiles and, one by one, begins to pick Dabi apart.

“Let me help, let me help!” Toga skips forward. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, she holds out cupped palms.

Dabi snorts. “You just want the blood.”

She sticks her tongue out at him. “So? I’m still helping.”

He offers no further objections as Tomura drops the staples into her waiting hands. Soon, his face is free of them. Only little stinging holes, like insect bites, are left as reminders. Several bleed weakly, but it won’t get bad unless he moves too much.

“Take off your coat and shirt.”

Dabi does as he’s told. He forgives Toga and Compress for their shocked gasps—they’ve never seen the charred ruin of his back or the how far the scars on his arms go. Tomura resumes unfastening his seams until he comes to the staples across his hands. The metal has warped, melted from overusing his quirk. Tomura frowns, deliberating. Dabi opens his mouth to tell him it’s okay, rip them out, he won’t mind.

Clearing his throat lightly, Spinner steps in. “Here. I think I have the tools for this job.”

He hooks the tip of a claw under a troublesome staple before meeting Dabi’s gaze. After a nod, he pries the bit of misshapen metal up with surprising delicacy. The damage is just as minimal with the others, only flecks of the top layers of skin coming away. Once he’s placed the last staple from Dabi’s hands into Toga’s, Spinner lets Tomura take over again. Dabi’s sides, shoulders, chest, and back prove less troublesome. At last, he’s held together by nothing but scabs and staying very, very still.

“Let’s take care of these then, shall we?” With a flick of Compress’s wrist, the scrap in Toga’s palms become a blue marble.

“Hey!” she whines.

The magician snatches it away, palming it up his sleeve. “Now, now. Dabi deserves to have a souvenir, and I doubt he’d appreciate you licking it first. We’d all rather you didn’t, I think.”

“Spoil sport.”

Tomura, oblivious, taps his chin with blood-stained fingers, eyeing his handiwork. “Take your piercings out. Just to be safe.”

A grin scrawls itself across Dabi’s face against better judgement; fresh rivulets seep down his cheeks. “All of them, boss? With everyone watching?”

That earns him a look. “I meant the ones in your ears, dumbass, and you know it.”

Despite his continued smiling, Dabi complies with shaking fingers. Because he does know. Knows exactly what Tomura’s up to but can’t bring himself to believe it’s happening. Can’t figure out how he feels about it either. Well, frightened is a given. What if this doesn’t work? What if his injuries are too old? And what if it does work? Won’t his quirk bring him right back to square one?

He’s about to find out, ready or not. As soon as he’s passed the last earring over to Toga, Tomura’s hands come up to cup his cheeks. All Dabi can do is trust like he said he would as parched lips gently press against his.

The change hits him immediately. Power slips down his throat and into his veins, cold and swift. He hisses and pulls away from the kiss, but that doesn’t stop the sensation from spreading. It’s not painful, not exactly, but it’s every-fucking-where. It slithers through him, invasive and alive, as if seeking something. Finally, it finds whatever it’s after. Temperature spiking, it disperses and swells up under his leathery, scarred flesh. Panic sinks serrated teeth into his heart when his skin squirms. It itches. It stings. It covers him in millions of spiny, skittering legs. Dabi rakes his nails down one forearm, desperate to make it stop.

Skin tears under his fingers. Rubbery. Slick. Like uncooked bacon. His throat clamps shut around a hammering pulse.

There’s pink and white beneath the purple.

The terrible crawling sensation fades. Eyes too big for his face, Dabi wipes away blood and serous fluid. Twitches as the feel of his touch registers to nerves once dead. Frantic for altogether different reasons now, he scratches, pulls, and peels.

No pain. Only more and more new skin revealed as the old falls away. It has the same rippled, raised scars, but it’s alive. Healed. Healthy.

He’s not quite Dabi anymore. Not quite Touya either. He’s whole. Remade.

He still belongs to Tomura, though. That’s one thing that will never change.

Shigadabi week day 7

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Summary: 

We won or we think we did When you went away you were just a kid And if you lost it all and you lost it Well, we’ll still be there when your war is over

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Redeemed / The End / Darkness

It took them three hours to reach their destination. Their driver, a person with an earth-moulding quirk, created a lizard-looking thing and took them to the quiet countryside house. Tanpo remarked about how it looked like Spinner and exclaimed and asked question about everything they passed by. When they arrived, an older woman with white hair was waiting for them at the door. Tanpo was the first one to get out, jumping out of their transport and running towards the woman in joy.

“Grandma Rei!” he screams and hugs the woman.

“Hi, Tanpo,” the ice woman greets him, embracing him back. “How have you been?”

“Great! Dad bought me a ukelele, and I’ve been learning how to play it!” he tells her with a smile.

“That’s wonderful, dear,” she kisses his forehead and the rest of the family come closer, finally done with the driver.

“Hey Ma,”

“Hello Miss Rei,”

“Good to see you, Oba-chan,”

“Hi Dabi, Tomura, hi, Hiyuri, Did you have a good trip here?” she asks them as they go to the house.

“It was fine, a little bumpy,” Dabi tells her as he carries some of the luggage along with Shigaraki. “What about you, ma? The neighbours are treating ‘ya okay?” the woman nods.

“They are great. Miss Yuri invited me to her knitting club, and she even offered me a place on her flower stall on the local market,” she tells her eldest son. “Do you need help with your suitcases? I prepared the room for you. I hope you don’t mind sleeping on the floor. I only had bedrolls,”

“It’s alright, Rei-san. We don’t mind,” Shigaraki says as they place their things on the guest room.

“Oh, Tomura-kun, you don’t need to keep the honorific, we are family now,” she smiles at the dark overlord, getting another in return.

“Thanks, Rei,”

“Hey, mom, do you think you can handle the two brats for a while? We need to pick up something,” Dabi asks as they make their way back to the living room where Hiyuri and Tanpo were.

“Of course, I’ll look after them while you take care of your things. But don’t take too long, please. You are supposed to be on vacation,” the two nod at the woman. “Alright, come Tan-chan, Hiyu-chan, I’m going to teach you how to make moon cakes,” she offers her hand to them.

“YAY!” Tanpo cheers and heads to the kitchen with Rei.

“Where are you going?” Hiyuri asks. “Can I go?”

“No, we need you to stay here, we won’t take long,” Tomura tells the teen.

“But I can help, with whatever it is,” she tries to plead with them.

“We need you to stay here, if something happens, you are the only one strong enough to protect them,” Dabi reasons with her. “Besides, we came here to visit grandma, spend some time with her, she misses you,” the teen sigh and nods.

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War broke out not long after the raid. Villains moved to the west side of the country as the heroes held their ground on the east. What was more surprising though was that people soon started choosing sides. The heroes had thought that on the territory the PLF resided was hell on earth. That they were trapped in there like rats, that your life consisted of fighting for survival and living in fear under a crazy and violent regime, but it wasn’t the case. On the villains side, there were no quirk regulating-laws, so everyone was able to protect themselves and whoever they wanted. They could leave their lives being whoever they wanted to. Everybody, no matter quirk, race or gender, was the same and were treated like human beings. And soon, word came around of the better living condition and ideals that were on the other side.

People started migrating, leaving the heroes side of the fight.

At first, it was a small amount. To reach the Villains, you needed to go through no-man land, and that could mean suicide if you weren’t careful enough. The first instances, the heroes came across were a few low-time criminals and one or two civilians trying to cross to the other side. But after the HPSC declaration of Recruiting, the numbers increased like wildfire.

The Hero Public Safety Commission, after noticing the decrease on heroes the war was producing, released a new recruitment law. All people who had quirks that could be used for battle, would be recruited as soldiers to the end the war with the villains. Those that were of age to fight would receive a small amount of training and would then be taken into the battlefield and those who were too young, had to attend training. The law didn’t make the public happy. The heroes weren’t thrilled about it either, but there was nothing they could do. They were losing numbers quickly, and they needed help. Calling them heroes was a mistake. Heroes helped people. Heroes brought hope when everything seemed impossible. Heroes were the light that shone on the darkest of times.

But with the war, they spent all their time in the battlefield. There weren’t any patrols or agencies or emergencies. Not anymore. And as more recruits came into the scene, the career of professional hero, became nothing.

On the other side, however, people could join the fight if they wanted to. Shigaraki was as strong as an army, but as more and more people started to join their army and fight for their happiness, he only joined when things were dire. Him and the rest of the PLF managed the war as lieutenants and generals and guided the new members of the army in battle. But everything changed when two kids stepped into the game.

Ryori Hiyuri and Tanpo were two siblings, who lived with their heroin addict mother. The woman was away most of the time, either getting high on drugs or selling her body to earn money for more. Thought that was better than when she was home. Their mother had a quirk that gave her the ability to immobilize someone if she touched you. She was easy to anger and would leave them outside on the cold or hit them when they made her mad. Hiyuri took care of her brother most of the time and tried to steer their mother’s attention to her. But once the law got approved, she knew it wouldn’t take long for the government to take her away. Tanpo was quirkless and just a kid, without her, he would not last long. So, one day, she packed everything they needed and burned the hole in the wall they lived in.

Hiyuri knew the two wouldn’t be able to survive on the street along with her brother, and if they found them, they would separate them. It was her job to protect her brother, but she needed somebody to teach her how to do it. And she knew who would be a perfect teacher. The guy who was blamed for their house fire. The man who had the same blue fire quirk as her, Dabi, the cremator of heroes.

It took them four months to reach one of the villain’s camp. They were packing everything to leave, but when she tried to sneak them into their trucks, they were found. A parka wearing gremlin found them and took them to his co-commander, saying something about spies and an execution. What a turn of events it ended up being when said Commander was no other but the man she had been looking for so long. The two men in charge started arguing about them, but Hiyuri didn’t listen. She interrupted their conversation and demanded the scared man trained them. The two looked at her as if she was crazy. She told them their story and promised to pay the scarred man bak when she was strong enough. She would have done anything to stop being helpless and be able to protect her little brother.

“So you’re telling me, you ran away from home, which you burnt down, so I would teach you how to use your quirk, to protect your little brother?” Dabi asks and starts laughing after she nods. “Oh, God, that is priceless!” he says between chuckles and gasps. “Hey, Spikey,” he suddenly addresses one of the men loading crates into a van who had purple spikes coming out of him. “Make room in my van, we have two new passengers and get them some food,” he orders.

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“Am I doing it right, Oba-chan?” the small child asks as he kneed the dough.

“Yes, you are doing it perfectly,” Rei tells him. “Now, we need to stretch the dough and place them on our moulds,” she says, grabbing a rolling pin from one of her kitchen cabinets. Suddenly, they hear a knock on the door. “Hiyuri, dear, could you go check who it is?” she asks her granddaughter, who had been watching them bake.

“Of course,” she agrees and goes to the front door. Remembering her training, she checks who it first through the peep-hole before opening the door. When she does, she sees a tall, muscular man with white hair and grey eyes. Once she identifies the man, she opens the door and gets pulled into a bear hug.

“Hiyuri! I missed you so much! Look at how much you’ve grown!” the albino cries, making too much noise, which alerts the other people inside the house.

“Uncle Natsuo!” a Tanpo covered in flour screams and dashes towards them, joining their group hug.

“Tanpo, my man! How are you, buddy? Did you miss me?” the older male asks and messes his hair, finally letting them go.

“Natsuo, I’m so happy you came,” Rei says when she steps into the room and hugs her other son.

Nobody had been safe from the recruitment law, not even those who mentally couldn’t fight. When the Todoroki siblings, those who still lived on the hero side of the country, received the note that said their mother and Fuyumi would have to join the fight, they did the unthinkable. Fuyumi and Shouto made a distraction while Natsuo took their mother to the other side of the country. The two wouldn’t have made it very far if it wasn’t for a lizard man who recognized them. Spinner took them to the main base, and Dabi gave them a safe place to stay. It was a shock to see the dead brother and son, both albino though they would never see him again. And if they did, they didn’t imagine he would have a boyfriend who could level the entire country with a snap of his fingers or kids.

“I wasn’t going to, but one of the nurses threatened to neuter me if I didn’t take a few days off,” the man explains, with an awkward grin. “We are the two love-birds, anyway? Aren’t they supposed to be taking a break too?” he asks, looking around and not finding his brother or his in-law.

“They went to take care of something, they should be back in a minute,” she tells him and goes back to the kitchen. Tanpo follows behind her, wanting to keep helping her with the moon cakes.

Natsuo leaves to put his stuff in the guest room and when he comes back down, finds Hiyuri looking through the window. The image was certainly nostalgic. He had seen the same thing years ago when Dabi was still Touya, and mom had recently been taken to the hospital. He would find him looking out the window, waiting for her to return.

“You know,” he interrupts her inner thoughts and sits near her on the couch. “You remind a lot of your dad when he was younger,” he tells her, and she huffs.

“I just want to help them,” she admits, avoiding his gaze. “Repay them for what they did for us…”

“Well, that’s going to be a problem, since they only want you and your brother to be happy,” he says, making her blush. “You know you’re more than just an apprentice for them. They’re your family. Seeing you happy is enough for them,”

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The trip to the main base of the PLF took an entire day. Hiyuri and Tanpo fell asleep on the way there, even if the elder didn’t want to. But after weeks of no eating or resting, the warm food and comfy chairs made them drop in an instant. When she woke up, she and Tanpo were in a room with two beds they didn’t recognize. She quickly went to the door, to check they weren’t trapped, but found something she didn’t expect. They were at an apartment, and there was food being prepared for them by the villain Dabi and next to him, the supreme leader, Shigaraki Tomura.

“Good Morning,” the scarred man says without turning back to see her. “Wake up your brother, breakfast is ready,” he tells her, and she follows.

The two eat the food quietly, glancing between the two males as one finishes cooking, and the other reads the newspaper. When Dabi is finally done with the cooking, he places a plate in front of his boss. The thin male puts down the papers and scan thems as he eats. It must have been quite the sight for him. A twelve-year-old with golden hair and blue eyes asking to be trained along with a brother of six years with the same hair and grey eyes, definitely not something you saw every day. When he is done, he whispers something to his employee and kisses his temple before leaving. That last part almost knocks her out of her chair.

“Listen, brat,” he calls her attention. “I’ll train you, see if you have potential. But there are a few conditions which are not negotiable. Number one, you both get checked out and into a school,”

“What? Why!?” Hiyuri complains.

“Because if things don’t work out and I can’t train you, you still have a future. You both need basic education. The second thing, while you are my protegee, you are going to stay here. It might be dangerous to live somewhere else,” he explains.

“Alright, when do I start?” she asks.

“Not today, you’re dehydrated and hurt. If you want to train, you need to be in top condition. Toga is going to drop clothes for you two. Take a bath, change, and we’ll have a doctor check you out,” he said and disappeared through another door. The two kids looked at one another and did as they were told.

It took an entire month for the training to start. During that time, the two kids got to know the rest of the league and got closer to the two people who lived with them now. The two males cooked for them and left them their space. They didn’t scream at them, they didn’t beat them. They even got rid of the first tutor when they found out he sometimes slapped them with a ruler. There was also Toga and Spinner and Mr Compress, who would drop by and babysit them. Even if Hiyuri complained about not needing someone to look after her.

Not even when they started training did they raised their hand at them. Soon enough, the kids began to get comfortable with the two. Dabi wasn’t always there, but Tomura was. The supreme leader, who gave pros nightmares, would cook for them (or have somebody do it, since he didn’t know how), help them with homework and play videogames with them. He even took care of them when they got the flu.

After a year together, Tanpo was calling them dad. Hiyuri took more time to accept it. But her breaking point was the day Tomura released the ceasefire offer. It was in the form of a video, and it was uploaded to the internet so everyone could watch. In it, he talked about how he was tired of putting others to fight the war, how this would become an endless battle with enormous and pointless casualties, and he didn’t want that. What he didn’t say though, what only Dabi and their small circle knew was that he didn’t want that for them. For Hiyuri and Tanpo.

“Why do I want to do that!?” Shigaraki screamed. “With the Noumus and my followers, we could decimate the heroes in a decade or so! So, why!? Why do I want to stop now!?”

“Because Hiyuri showed signs of joining said fight,” Kurogiri, a man with purple mist hair and yellow and blue eyes tells them. “You care about her, and you don’t want her to go through the same you went through. She’s your daughter. You want what’s best for her,”

“Oh god, we adopted two kids,” Dabi says, sitting shocked in a chair.

“We are parents now…” Tomura whispers hauntedly.

“When are you two going to stop doing that? This is the millionth time you have that revelation,” Spinner says, tired of their shit.

Dabi and Tomura had something they been calling 'parent-crisis’ ever since the two kids appeared. The two would suddenly grow quiet and then state they were fathers now, like they didn’t know that yet. The first time it happened, after Tanpo had given the two a drawn picture of their family, had been funny. Now that they did it every time, it wasn’t as fun.

That day, when the two reached their apartment, and they got greeted with a hug by Tanpo and an aloof 'Hey Dads’ by Hiyuri, the two villains felt their hearts beat with a thousand emotions. Pride, love, belonging. They had found a home in each other a long time ago, and now, they had welcomed two new additions into that home, which they wouldn’t change for anything. It didn’t matter if there were still heroes out there. They were happy, and that was enough to understand that they had won. They had created a world where they could live in. The outcasts of society, their friends and their kids would be happy. They would make sure of that.

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“Can you believe this is how our lives ended?” Shigaraki asks his boyfriend as they come back to his mothers house.

“No,” he sighs. “But I weirdly don’t want to change it,” he admits and takes his hand.

Tomura understands. It had been years since they adopted Hiyuri and Tanpo and every moment with them was priceless and memorable. He can’t exactly pinpoint when he got so attached to them. But he did. He looks forward to seeing them after his meetings. He loves playing videogames with Hiyuri and listening to Tanpo practise with his music. He loved those kids with every molecule of his body and worried about them 24/7. Toga had called him a mother hen and that he was wrapped around their fingers. So what? She wasn’t any better, neither was Dabi.

If somebody had told him years ago that he was going to have his own family, he would have believed they were crazy. But now. As he held a gift, he had bought for his children with his boyfriend outside his mother-in-law’s house, he was happy. The happiest he’s ever been. He had a family, friends. A place he could call home. He had hope.

The two ex-villains go inside the small house, leaving the gift at the living room, and step into the kitchen. The kitchen is covered in flour as they throw it to each other in some sort of harmless scuffle. You couldn’t see much of the white powder in the two albinos head and Tanpo’s. But on Hiyura’s black hair is hard to miss. The two kids, on their first official father’s day with them, dyed their golden hair to black and white. Toga had helped them, and they said they did it to look more like them. It was so touching and moving Dabi cried.

“Dad! Pa!” Tanpo interrupts the play-fight when he notices them. The nine-year-old runs to them, throwing himself at Dabi’s arms.

“Hey, careful there smiles,” Dabi tells him as he picks him up.

“Did you finished what you had to do? What was it?” Hiyuri asks, coming closer.

“Come, find out. We choose it just for you,” Tomura says and guides them to the gift.

Dabi puts Tanpo down, and both get closer to the big crate, covered by a white sheet. Hiyuri is about to put her hand over it, when the case slightly shakes and a small whine and a bark come out of it. Tanpo gasps in excitement and in the blink of an eye, pulls the sheet away and opens the cage. “It’s a puppy!” he exclaims, taking the small creature in his hands and then shoving it towards his sister. “Look, Hi-niisan, look!”

The girl approaches the dog with caution, as she does with everything, and the small thing whines and licks the tip of her nose, making her blush. The adults watch the interaction with fond smiles. Dabi places his arms around Tomura and his head on his shoulder and taps his hip three times, signalling he wants the man to read his mind.

Sensei, who was dead in a ditch after an ugly discussion with Tomura, had left him a plethora of different quirks at his disposal. Some he kept, some he gained on his own and some he gave away. Tanpo, for example, was born quirkless, but one day asked him if he could give him a quirk to protect his sister. Tomura gave him a defence one, knowing the calm and gentle nature of his son. It allowed him to grow blue scales on his body that worked like an armour and were heat resistant. Tanpo had loved it, and Spinner started calling him 'dragon partner’ since then.

“Not bad for an ending sequence, right?”  he smirks by his side, pulling him closer against his chest.

ShigaDabi week 2020 - Oct 31st Day 8: Free day

When your boyfriend interrupts cuddle time to be a backseat gamer (but he's adorable so you don't decay him).

Day 7 

Prompt : Darkness 

Day 8 of @shigadabiweek

Free day!!

They are on festival duty

Halloween inspired monster spider black widow shigaraki tomura

Tomura has finally found a potential mate and is very pleased. Dabi is scared and aroused

Dancing

Shigadabiweek day 7: Redeemed

Wasn’t able to draw yesterday, so this comes a day late but I doubt that’s a problem. Dabi screwed something up again I suppose. Lucky for him he knows how to make sure Tomura doesn’t stay mad at him for too long lmao.

Attempted a bit more unusual angle, meaning something I don’t do that much. My apologies for Tomura’s horrid sausage fingers

Shigadabi Week, Day 7 - Redeemed / The End / Darkness

Well, I had to make SOMETHING kinda romantic since it is a ship week so….still don’t know how to draw fire though. 

ShigaDabi Week Day 7-Darkness

Death