#dabishig

Toya’s eyes fell to the barely illuminated pavement below him. The street lights had come on some time ago signalling that he probably was supposed to go back inside. Despite that, he remained sitting on the top of the building, letting the blue flames dance along his fingers. This was the routine, if that damn man was on the news then Toya would be up here. 

He had arrested some infamous villain within hours of his agency being tasked with the cases. His popularity in the polls was rising because of it, the reporter had gone on and on about how amazing he was, praising him for almost the entire time slot. 

Toya only felt sick to his stomach. No one knew, of course, no one knew that the man they were praising was a selfish, abusive man. Who harmed his own family just for the sake of some damn ranking. 

“Hey…” A raspy voice came from behind him. 

Well, Almost no one knew that. 

Toya glanced over his shoulder and killed the flame in his hands, “That reporter done yapping?”

Tenko sighed and made his way closer to the other. “Yeah, finally. I’m surprised they didn’t cut her off early. Praising the flaming asshole must be more important than timeslots.” 

The ebony-haired boy sat down beside him, having his legs dangling from the edge. This was also routine. Tenko was the one to come check on him, he was really the only one who knew why he came out here anyway. The others in the class only figured he was embarrassed. That was true, but not nearly for the same reason. 

He was embarrassed to have that man’s blood flowing through his veins, to know that no matter how much he did to be a hero in his own right, everyone would only see Endeavor’s oldest son. The oldest son that he had rejected, the one that he had deemed too weak. If one is hurt by his own quirk then there was no chance he’d be as strong as his father made him to be.

The words of that night echoed in Toya’s mind every time he saw him on television, or heard his name. He hadn’t been back home, he had run away and was determined to prove the man wrong. Now he was here at UA, and despite his attempts to keep his connection a secret, his last name was still evidence of what family he came from. 

A gloved hand holding a can of soda entered his vision and pulled him from his thoughts. He took it with a small ‘thanks.’ 

Tenko had his own soda by the sounds of the can opening to his right. Though, Toya’s eyes remained fixated on the pavement. 

“You can’t take revenge against him if you jump.” 

It was so abrupt and nonchalant that it forced a laugh out of Toya, as well as the sip of the soda he had just taken. “The hell Tenko?” He said through a mix of coughs and quiet laughs. 

Tenko was laughing himself, as he wiped off the residuals of Toya’s spit take that ended up on his sleeve. “Just sayin. It got you to stop looking at the damn ground didn’t it?” He stated with a sly grin. 

Toya rolled his eyes, but Tenko was right. He wasn’t sure if he was really contemplating jumping, but it wasn’t like the thought had never crossed his mind. This Tenko also knew. His goal of sticking it to his father felt hopeless. It wasn’t like he’d be believed if he did go public with the information. 

He sighed and got off the ledge onto the pavement of the roof, only to lay down on his back again. The cool cement felt nice on his burns. The nighttime wind was beginning to pick up as well, the breeze reminding him that winter was going to set in soon. “Not gonna jump.” He muttered, more to himself than to Tenko. 

“Good. It’d be sad if your last game of smash bros was you getting your ass kicked.” Tenko joked as he followed Toya’s movements, and laid down beside him. 

Toya only laughed but kept silent, he had let Tenko win that time anyway. However, that wasn’t the point of Tenko’s statement and he knew that. 

The two laid in silence for what felt like hours, holding space for each other. Tenko wasn’t always outright about what was bothering him, that was something they both shared. Toya wasn’t any good at comforting but he knew that it was helping the other to just be here, with him. If he had to admit it, it did the same for him. Every time. 

Toya’s mind was once again filled with words and memories, but instead of them being ones of his father, it was ones he shared with Tenko. Nights like this that were too frequent to count, days where neither spoke, but were together the entire time, training sessions that ended in gaming too late into the night. The common thread was the feeling these memories brought up. 

Safe. 

Tenko felt safe. 

It wasn’t just because Tenko was training alongside him to be a pro hero, or that he was in the care of the number one hero and presumably getting more training tips from him, frankly Toya was sure he was stronger than the other when it came to fighting. It was because they could do this, and sit in silence whenever the other needed it. Hold the space while they process whatever traumatic memories decide to rear their heads. 

It wasn’t something he wanted to let go of, ever. 

“Let’s make our own agency when we graduate.” 

The silence that followed Toya’s statement was the first time that safety was gone. He wasn’t what one would call anxious, he always just kept his walls up, his fangs bared at anyone who tried to get close. He told himself that he was content with being alone all of his life.

He knew that was a lie when Tenko had first sat up on the roof with him. 

“Yeah… Let’s do it. We’ll be our own heroes.”

Toya could hear the grin in Tenko’s voice. That almost crazed smile he got when he was really excited about something. 

It was infectious. 

Dabi let out a partially muffled grunt of pain when he felt one of the staples embedded in his cheek tear through his skin. The continued stretch and pressure on it from him holding his mouth open becoming too much for the fragile skin to handle.

Sharp pain ebbed into a dull ache and Dabi could taste blood in his mouth, the sharp metallic flavor of it mingling deliciously with the musky, slightly tangy taste of Tomura's cunt.

Everything about it - how Tomura continued to carelessly grind down against Dabi's face, only letting up once in a while for Dabi to gasp in a few breaths before going back at it, not seeming to notice or care that a staple came loose, and even the lingering pain from the wound - sent hot pulses of arousal through Dabi's veins and sent him sinking even further into that warm, floaty, content headspace that only Tomura could get him in.

"Fuck," Tomura gritted out as he tightened his grip in Dabi's hair, making Dabi tilt his head slightly. The new angle apparently was nice if the scratchy, breathy moan Tomura let out as his thighs trembled said anything. "Keep your tongue out, yeah, just like that, shit," Tomura gasped out, "Such a good little slut."

The praise made Dabi's cock throb painfully, a gravelly moan escaping his throat until it was muffled and cut off by Tomura grinding down harder on Dabi's face. Air cut off and jaw opening a little more on instinct, Dabi felt the sharp pain of another staple succumbing to the rough treatment.

He could tell Tomura was getting close, though, and there was no way in Hell he was going to tap out because of a few staples. The pain just fed into his arousal to the point that his head was spinning.

Or, perhaps, it was the lack of oxygen that threw off his equilibrium and made bright spots explode behind his eyelids.

Whatever the reason was didn't matter, though, because moments later Tomura was letting out those gasping, breathy moans he did right before cumming and a rush of slick fluid coated Dabi's tongue.

By the time Tomura sat back on his heels they were both shaking and panting.

Dabi opened his eyes just slightly to see blood smeared all over Tomura's thighs and the slick, swollen lips between them. A weird, potentially misplaced, sense of giddy pride washed over Dabi at the idea that he had marked Tomura like that.

The smile that tugged at his lips hurt, jaw aching while the way the skin was tugged sent sharp jolts of pain through his cheeks. That didn't matter to him, though, nor did it stop the almost manic grin that graced his blood-covered face.

A content sigh came from Tomura as he caught his breath, red eyes opening to look down at Dabi and immediately widening in horror when he saw the blood. His gaze darted back and forth to either side of Dabi's mouth where the two staples closest to his mouth were barely hanging on to the small bits of skin that hadn't ripped.