#dabibaku

The war is over — not because heroes and villains learned to love each other, but because everyone was too exhausted to keep killing.

The public believes the villains are dead. They’re not. They’re alive, broken, monitored, and hidden behind the word rehabilitation.

Dabi knows because he is one of them. Fresh out of the psychiatric hospital, armed with medication, a tracking bracelet, and exactly zero emotional stability, he gets invited to a Todoroki family dinner — for the first time in ten years. What could possibly go wrong?

A tense household, a traumatizing past, and a table full of people pretending everything is normal… until Shoto casually announces that Bakugō will be joining them.

Because apparently surviving the apocalypse wasn’t enough.

Dabi knows he shouldn’t feel anything. He knows love isn’t in the rehab program. He knows falling for a living explosion is the worst idea he’s ever had.

And yet — one look, one stupid spark, and everything starts to burn again.

How do I always forget how much food porn is in this fic! ⚠️WARNING DO NOT READ WHEN HUNGRY⚠️

Doesn't fucking feel occasional!

Anyway here's the summary if it sounds interesting go read it bc it's amazing!

Summary: "Bakugo really kind of hated everyone, and his classmates were no exception - especially that damn half-n-half bastard. Maybe that's why Aizawa paired them together, and that little act had started what Katsuki called a Horrific Catastrophe of Utter Doom. A.K.A., falling in love.

Or basically,

Bakugo finds himself at Todoroki's house to work on an English project over winter break, and proceeds to meet his more than unusual brother Dabi. Bakugo seems to find himself drawn to the tattoo-covered man, who may be the one person that won't put up with Bakugo's shit. But there's a little more to him beneath the surface, and sometimes saviors come dressed in black, and covered in blood.