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Dabi Birthday comic 2025! Arguably not really a birthday comic, but a quick dive into the "True Ending of MHA" 😂 💛

Man, I still miss these guys so friggin' much.

Someone is telling Shoto not to support the enemy.

enji marries rei without much care for her interiority or capacities, caring solely for the minimum of what she could offer him (kids). similarly, enji wants shoto to have an ice quirk as a way to compensate for the potential overheating of a fire quirk. he doesn't see it as an equally powerful quirk, just a support measure. this is why he doesn't care about shoto really knowing how to use it, which is why shoto's technique with his ice quirk early on is so bad. rei's lack of involvement in shoto's quirk training despite having half of his quirk is proof of both of facets of this; he didn't see her quirk as anything more than a countermeasure, and he didn’t see her as anything more than a baby-maker.

fuyumi and natsuo are ruled out immediately for only having ice quirks, though touya initially isn't despite only having a fire quirk. even if he wants both, if he has to choose, he will always choose masculinity over femininity, because to him that is strength. femininity can be useful but it is inherently weak and lesser. when touya's body starts to lean towards ice and rejects fire as he grows up, enji takes this as a weakness. he literally says he inherited rei's "weak disposition", but rei doesn't have a weak disposition, she has a body meant for one quirk, and he has a body meant for another. neither is inherently weaker, and both would be weak if matched with the opposite quirk the way touya was.

we see this same bias in the fight between dabi and geten. dabi has fire, geten has ice, and dabi assumes that he's going to win simply because "ice melts". but fire can be put out too, and he's taken by surprise by the amount of ice and the degree of coldness geten is capable of creating. later, in the final war, when touya's temperatures get so high he's about to blow up, he manages to last as long as he does because his ice quirk manifests as a last defense measure from his body. the reasoning behind this writing choice aside, it gives a lot think about. why did he have to be on the brink of death and almost completely out of his mind for the ice quirk his body has been showing a strong preference for since he was a toddler to manifest? i suspect a subconscious block. since his body's preference to ice has since it's beginnings been associated with his father's rejection, and since all he's been doing since was ignore his body's signals in favor of training and using his fire quirk, any potential for an ice quirk he had was being constantly rejected and pushed away by him subconsciously. maybe if he'd been able to accept himself and his body as he was it would've shown up earlier.

A/n: Heyy I like hurt my eye and I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. Thanks for the love and I'm happy to Criticism if its done kindly. And what other characters would you guys like!

Paring:league of villans x s/o reader (seperate)

Summery:This has the league of villains and others, Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi, Kai Chisaki, Spinner, Geten, Twice, Nine

Contains:fluff;sfw;suggestive

Tomura

The bar was unusually quiet for once. Most of the League had wandered off somewhere, leaving only you and Tomura sitting around.

Tomura was completely focused on his game.

Tomodachi Life quietly played from his Switch in his hands while he lazily tapped at the buttons.

You tried watching from the stool beside him, but the bar stools were spaced too far apart to really see anything.

Every time you leaned over, Tomura would tilt the game away without noticing.

You huffed quietly.

Tomura finally glanced over.

"If you're gonna keep trying to break your neck looking at it," he muttered, "just sit in my lap."

You froze.

"W-What?"

He sighed loudly like you'd just asked the dumbest question imaginable.

"My lap," he repeated impatiently. "So you can see."

Your face immediately warmed.

"I think I'm too heavy..."

Tomura stared at you for a second.

Then immediately groaned.

"Tch. Seriously?"

You looked away awkwardly.

Tomura rolled his eyes hard enough it almost looked painful.

"Even if you are heavy, why would I care?"

The answer came so fast it caught you off guard.

Then, after a pause, he added:

"You're not crushing me unless you suddenly gained like five hundred pounds overnight."

"...Tomura."

"What?" he grumbled. "You're acting weird about it."

Despite the rude tone, one of his arms had already moved away from his switch so you can slide on his lap

Clearly he wasn't taking no for an answer.

After another second of hesitation, you finally shifted into his lap carefully.

Tomura barely reacted.

Just adjusted his arms around you automatically and tilted the Switch up slightly so you could see better.

"There," he muttered. "Was that so difficult?"

Your face was still burning.

Meanwhile Tomura had already gone back to his game like this was completely normal.

A few minutes later though, you felt him lean slightly more against your back.

Comfortable,relaxed.

"Tch," he muttered quietly while continuing to play. "See? Told you it was fine."

Dabi

The movie was terrible. Not even the fun kind of terrible. Just painfully stupid.

Which meant, naturally, Dabi refused to turn it off

“It’s getting worse somehow,” you muttered.

“Tch. That’s the best part,” Dabi replied.

You rolled your eyes and shifted on the couch.

The movement apparently caught Dabi’s attention because a second later he suddenly grabbed your hips and pulled you straight into his lap.

You let out a startled noise.

“Dabi?!”

“Sit still,” Dabi said.

“You could’ve warned me!”

“You would’ve said no,” he replied.

Honestly? Fair.

Your face still burned anyway.

Dabi leaned back against the couch like this had always been the plan, one arm loosely around your waist while the movie kept playing in the background.

For about five minutes, things stayed peaceful.

Then Dabi clicked his tongue.

“Damn,” Dabi muttered.

You looked over.

“What?”

“You’re heavy,” he said.

Your jaw dropped.

“Excuse me?!”

“I’m kidding— mostly,” Dabi replied.

“Dabi!”

He snorted quietly at your offended expression.

“You were comfortable until you opened your mouth,” Dabi teased.

You immediately tried to stand up.

Before you could get far, Dabi’s hands tightened around your hips, pulling you right back down into his lap.

“The hell do you think you’re doing?” Dabi asked.

“You literally just called me heavy!”

“And?” he grumbled. “I didn’t say move.”

You stared at him.

Dabi avoided eye contact immediately, focusing very hard on the movie instead.

“Tch. You’re warm, okay? Quit being dramatic,” Dabi muttered.

Despite the complaining, his grip never loosened.

Every time you shifted like you were thinking about getting up again, his fingers dug into your hips just enough to keep you there.

“Dabi.”

“What?”

“If I’m sooo heavy then let me up.”

“Nah,” Dabi answered instantly.

You narrowed your eyes.

Dabi smirked a little without looking away from the TV.

“Already got comfortable.”

Geten

The meeting room was already annoyingly full by the time you and Geten arrived.

Most of the chairs had been taken.

Only one remained near the back.

You stopped beside it.

“I can stand,” you said quietly.

Geten looked at the chair.

Then at you.

Then back at the chair again.

“…No.”

Before you could question him, he sat down first.

You blinked.

A brief silence followed.

Then Geten looked away slightly and spoke in the same calm tone he always used.

“You can sit here.”

Your face immediately warmed.

“…On your lap?”

“Yes.”

You hesitated.

“I think I might be too heavy…”

Geten stared at you for a moment like he genuinely didn’t understand why you were saying that.

“…So?”

The answer came instantly.

You still looked uncertain.

Geten sighed quietly.

“If it was a problem, I wouldn’t have offered.”

That was true.

Slowly, you sat down in his lap as carefully as possible

Geten adjusted slightly beneath you but otherwise didn’t complain.

In fact, one of his hands settled against your hip almost immediately.

Then the other.

You tried very hard not to notice the way his fingers lightly squeezed at your sides and love handles absentmindedly while the meeting started.

A few minutes passed before you finally whispered

“Geten…” you said quietly

“Hm?”

“You’re squeezing me.”

“No I’m not.” His hands squeezed again while he said it.

You looked at him.

Geten kept his eyes forward toward the meeting like absolutely nothing was happening.

“…You literally are.”

A pause.

Then, completely monotone

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His fingers pressed lightly against your hips again.

The denial would've worked a lot better if he wasn't actively doing it.

You tried not to smile.

Meanwhile Geten looked perfectly calm despite the fact that his hands had clearly decided they liked resting there.

Kai Chisaki

Kai Chisaki was sitting on the couch reviewing paperwork when you walked into the room.

Immediately, you started bothering him.

Not maliciously.

Just talking, joking around, and generally trying to get a reaction out of him while he worked.

“Kaiii,” you dragged out.

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”

“I don’t care.”

Typical.

You huffed dramatically and moved around the couch while continuing to talk anyway.

Kai ignored you with practiced ease.

At least until you tried to sit down

You had meant to drop onto the empty spot beside him.

Unfortunately, your aim was terrible.

Instead, you accidentally landed directly in his lap.

The second you realized what happened, you shot back up in complete panic.

“Oh my god— sorry—”

You stared at him in horror.

“Please don’t kill me.”

Kai looked up from his papers slowly.

There was a long pause.

Then

“…It’s fine.”

You blinked.

“What?”

“I said it’s fine.” he huffed out

His voice sounded mildly irritated, but not actually angry.

Still embarrassed, you quickly tried to sit down again— this time correctly aiming for the couch cushion beside him.

Before you could, Kai sighed.

“Not there.” he said

You froze.

“…What?”

Kai finally lowered the papers slightly and looked at you.

“You can sit back down.”

Your brain immediately assumed he meant the couch.

Then he gave you a look.

A very specific look.

“…Oh.”

Kai rolled his eyes.

“You’re unusually slow today.”

Your face burned instantly.

“Kai—”

“If you’re going to keep interrupting my work,” he muttered, “you may as well do it properly.”

The words were rude.

The fact that one of his gloved hands had already settled against your hip said something completely different.

Slowly, cautiously, you sat back down in his lap.

Kai adjusted you almost immediately so your weight rested more comfortably against him.

“You’re surprisingly tolerable like this,” he muttered while returning to his paperwork.

You stared at him.

“…That’s your version of being nice?”

“Yes.”

A pause.

Then, quieter

“Stop looking so shocked.”

Twice

After the mission, Twice looked exhausted.

The second he walked through the door, he practically collapsed onto the couch.

“I’m dying— I’m perfectly fine!” he groaned dramatically.

You laughed softly and walked over to him.

Twice immediately reached toward you.

“Sit on me.”

You blinked.

“What?”

“Sit on me— don’t do it, that’s weird!” He said

“You literally just asked.”

“I know!”

He sounded distressed about his own request.

You hesitated for a second before carefully sitting down in his lap.

The second your weight settled against him, Twice let out the most relieved sigh imaginable.

“Ohhh, yeah. Perfect.”

Your face immediately warmed.

“The perfect weight— too heavy, you’re crushing me.”

“You are so dramatic.” you say

“I can’t help it!”

His arms wrapped tightly around your waist while he sank further into the couch cushions.

“So warm,” he mumbled happily. “So comfy— I’m never letting you move again.”

You laughed quietly.

Twice looked up at you with tired eyes before grinning beneath his mask.

“You know…” he started.

Immediately suspicious, you narrowed your eyes.

“What?”

“I’d let you sit on other things too— absolutely not, I would totally”

His own hands flew up to cover his face dramatically.

You burst out laughing.

“I hate myself,” he groaned.

“No you don’t.” you say

“You’re right.”

A few minutes later, the room fell quiet again.

Twice had slowly gone limp against you, still clinging to your waist like a needy cat.

His head slipped against your shoulder.

Then finally

Soft snoring. He was fast asleep

Even then, his arms tightened slightly around you like he was making sure you stayed there.

Spinner

Spinner was sitting against the headboard of his bed, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone while some random video played quietly.

Meanwhile, you were half asleep beside him.

The room was warm.

Comfortable.

Quiet except for the occasional sound from Spinner’s phone.

At some point, without really thinking about it, you shifted closer.

Then closer again.

Until eventually you rolled halfway on top of his legs while still mostly asleep.

Spinner immediately froze.

Completely froze.

His thumb stopped moving on his phone.

You made a small sleepy sound and settled more comfortably across his lap.

Spinner stared down at you like you had just done the cutest thing he had ever seen in his entire life.

“…Oh.”

That was all he managed to say.

Carefully— very carefully— he set his phone aside so he wouldn’t accidentally disturb you.

You were warm.

Soft.

Comfortably heavy against his legs.

Spinner could actually feel his face getting warm.

“…Seriously?” he mumbled quietly to himself.

You shifted again, instinctively curling a little closer.

That absolutely did not help.

Spinner looked away for a second like he needed to recover emotionally.

Then his eyes drifted back down to you almost immediately.

A small smile slowly appeared on his face.

The soft kind he only really made around you.

“…Cute,” he whispered.

You were already too asleep to hear him.

Which honestly made it easier for him to say it at all.

A few minutes later, one of his hands carefully rested against your back.

Not to move you.

Just to keep you there comfortably while he sat there looking way too fond for someone who usually tried so hard to act chill about everything.

Nine

The car was already full by the time everyone piled in.

Too many people.

Not enough seats.

You looked inside for a moment before sighing softly.

“It’s fine,” you said. “I’ll just walk.”

Most people seemed willing to accept that answer.

Then Nine spoke.

“No.”

The single word immediately stopped you.

You looked over.

Nine was already leaning back in his seat, one arm resting lazily against the door while he looked at you with that usual unreadable expression.

“Get in.”

“There’s no room,” you pointed out.

“There is now.”

You blinked.

Then realized what he meant.

Your face warmed instantly.

“Nine—”

“You’re wasting time.”

His tone was calm, almost bored, but there was no room to argue with him once he decided something.

Slowly, awkwardly, you climbed into the car and settled into his lap.

Immediately, you noticed how strangely he sat.

Legs spread comfortably apart like he owned the entire backseat.

Which, honestly, he probably thought he did.

You ended up sitting between his thighs, half turned against his chest while the others very intentionally avoided looking too closely.

Your face felt unbearably warm.

Meanwhile Nine looked completely unaffected.

One of his arms rested loosely around your waist while the car started moving.

For a while, neither of you spoke.

Then you felt it.

His fingers slowly dragging against your back.

Not soft enough to tickle.

Not rough enough to hurt.

Just the faint scrape of his nails tracing lazy patterns through your shirt.

You shifted slightly.

Nine’s hand immediately settled more firmly against your back.

A silent warning.

The gesture sent warmth straight to your face.

“…Comfortable?” Nine asked finally.

You nodded quietly.

His fingers continued tracing along your back, possessively.

Like he was reminding himself you were there.

Or maybe reminding everyone else.

A few minutes later, his chin rested lightly against the top of your head.

“Good,” Nine murmured quietly.