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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.

A/n: heyyyyy gangs thanks for the kindness and love and I'm happy for criticism and I'm adding Geten he's so cute and silly, should I add anyone else you guys like? Like Cider House he's also cute.

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

Summery:This has the league of villains and others, Tomura Shigaraki, dabi, Mr Compress, Kai Chisaki, Spinner, Geten, Kurogiri

Contains:fluff;sfw;suggestive

Kai Chisaki

Kai didn't notice you at first.

After a long day, he walked into his room, shut the door behind him, and immediately started loosening his tie.

You were buried under his blankets, awake now, but far too nervous to say anything.

Maybe if you stayed quiet enough, he'd leave before noticing.

Unfortunately, that plan lasted about ten seconds.

Kai shrugged off his jacket and turned toward the bed.

His eyes landed directly on the small bump beneath the covers.

The room fell silent.

Slowly, your head emerged.

Kai stared

"...Are you serious?"

You opened your mouth, then immediately closed it again.

His expression darkened.

"You've been sitting there this entire time?"

A tiny nod.

"And you couldn't announce your presence like a normal person?"

Heat rushed to your face.

Kai clicked his tongue sharply.

"Unbelievable."

He tossed his jacket onto a chair and folded his arms.

"You scared to speak now?"

You looked away.

The silence stretched.

"That's getting annoying."

The words stung, but before you could apologize, Kai sighed through his nose.

"If you have something to say, then say it."

His tone was still harsh, but less angry now.

"I'm not going to punish you for speaking."

You hesitated.

Kai rolled his eyes.

"You're in my room. In my bed."

Another pause.

"At some point, you should be capable of talking to me without acting like I'm about to bite your head off."

The comment was rude enough to make you pout.

Yet he didn't tell you to leave.

Instead, he set his gloves aside and sat on the edge of the mattress.

"...Idiot."

The insult lacked most of its usual bite.

"If something's bothering you, tell me next time instead of hiding under blankets like a child."

And for Kai, that was practically a heartfelt conversation.

He like that that you were shy, you weren't loud like the others. Just his type

Tomura

Tomura was completely focused on Tomodachi Life, one arm loosely wrapped around your waist while you sat in his lap.

The room was quiet except for the occasional button clicks and the silly little sounds coming from the game.

You had been getting hungry for a while now.

The problem was that you didn't really want to interrupt him.

So you stayed quiet, and quiet. And then some more quiet.

Until your stomach betrayed you with a loud growl.

Tomura paused mid-button press.

Slowly, he glanced down at you.

"...You hungry?"

You immediately looked away.

"...Yeah."

For a second, neither of you moved.

Then Tomura snorted.

"Good."

You blinked.

"'Cause I'm starving."

He threw his Switch on the couch beside him without another thought.

"Toga bought snacks earlier. Come on."

Instead of letting you get up yourself, he tightened his arm around your waist and pulled you a little closer first

"Tch. Next time just say something, idiot."

Despite the insult, he would kill people to get you feed

Geten

Going out for snow cones had been your idea.

Geten still wasn't entirely convinced.

"I can literally control ice," he pointed out for what was probably the third time. "You could've stayed home and gotten the same result."

"It's not the same." You say quite loudly state.

"It is exactly the same" he huffed out

Despite the complaining, he came with you anyway. He could not let you go alone in fact he knows that you wouldn't have left the house if he didn't come.

He wanted you to leave the house more either way, and it's a bonus for him because he gets to see you happy.

The line wasn't very long, but the moment the vendor turned to ask what you wanted, your mind completely blanked.

You stared.

The vendor stared.

The silence stretched.

Geten sighed beside you.

"They'll have the blue raspberry."

You looked down.

"And strawberry for myself" he continued.

The vendor nodded and started making them.

Just like that.

No awkward questions. No waiting for you to figure out what to say.

Once the snow cones were finished, Geten handed yours over without a word.

The two of you found a shady spot beneath a tree a little farther away from the crowd.

For a while, neither of you spoke.

Just shoulder pressed lightly against shoulder while you ate your snow cones.

Eventually, Geten glanced over.

"You know," he said flatly, "if you're going to freeze up every time someone asks you a question, you should at least stand closer to me.

You blinked.

"Why?"

"So I can answer it for you before it becomes painful for everyone involved."

The words were rude but he wasn't wrong

A few minutes later, his shoulder bumped yours again.

This time, neither of you moved away.

"Mine's red. Yours is blue."

"...And?"

"You think if we kissed, would it make purple?"

The question was delivered with the same seriousness he'd use to discuss the weather.

You nearly dropped your snow cone.

Only then did the faintest hint of embarrassment cross his face.

Spinner

You had only meant to make a quick snack.

Unfortunately, somewhere between cutting vegetables and trying to do three things at once, you managed to nick your finger.

It wasn't a bad cut.

Just enough to sting and become incredibly annoying.

After rinsing it off, you spent the next few minutes digging through drawers one-handed in search of a bandage, trying your best not to get blood on everything.

Which was exactly when Spinner walked into the kitchen.

He immediately frowned.

"What happened?"

"Nothing."

Spinner looked at the blood on your fingers.

"...Right."

Before you could continue your search, he gently caught your wrist.

"Stop."

You froze.

"You're getting blood everywhere."

When you finally showed him the cut, he sighed and guided you toward a chair.

"It's not that bad," you mumbled.

"Maybe not. Doesn't mean you should ignore it."

A few minutes later, he had the cut cleaned and covered with a bandage.

You watched quietly while he carefully made sure it wasn't wrapped too tightly.

"There."

You smiled softly.

"Thanks."

Spinner shrugged, though he looked pleased with himself.

Then his eyes drifted toward the half-finished food on the counter.

"...I'll finish making that."

"You don't have to."

"I know."

Before you could argue, he was already turning back toward the counter.

The kitchen settled into a comfortable silence while he finished preparing everything.

After a few minutes, he glanced over his shoulder.

"You know, you can ask for help."

You looked up.

"Huh?"

"If you need something." He shrugged. "Or if you get hurt. Or if you can't find something.

His voice softened slightly.

"You don't have to do everything by yourself."

You fiddled with the edge of the bandage.

Spinner smiled.

"And especially from me."

For a second, neither of you spoke.

Then he set a plate in front of you and lightly bumped your shoulder with his.

"Besides," he added with a grin, "somebody has to stop you from turning snack time into a medical emergency."

Spinner

The drive felt endless.

The League's van rolled down the dark road while everyone else kept themselves busy.

You were trying very hard not to fall asleep.

Unfortunately, every few minutes your head would droop before you quickly jerked yourself awake again.

Across from you, Mr. Compress noticed almost immediately.

"My dear, you're barely conscious."

"I'm awake," you mumbled.

Atsuhiro clearly didn't believe you.

A few minutes later, your head dipped forward again.

With a dramatic sigh, he slid closer and gently pulled you against his side.

You immediately tensed.

"A-Atsuhiro—"

"No objections." He saud

You tried to sit back up.

He guided you right back.

"None."

Your face warmed.

"I don't want to bother you..."

For a moment, his teasing smile softened.

"My dear, if falling asleep on my shoulder is the worst thing you do tonight, I think I'll manage."

That only made you more embarrassed.

Atsuhiro chuckled quietly before reaching into seemingly nowhere and producing a flower.

You blinked in surprise as he offered it to you.

"For the loveliest passenger in this vehicle."

Carefully, you accepted it with both hands.

His eyes crinkled with amusement.

"Adorable."

You immediately looked away.

A few minutes later, when you finally started drifting off for real, Atsuhiro adjusted you more comfortably against his shoulder.

Then, after making sure no one was paying attention, he slipped off his mask.

Leaning down, he pressed a quick kiss to the tip of your nose.

"There," he whispered fondly.

By the time you fully fell asleep, the flower was still tucked safely in your hands while he sat beside you with the proud smile of a magician who'd pulled off his favorite trick.

Dabi

You always had this stupid feeling that Dabi didn’t actually like you that much.

Sure, you were together.

But Dabi wasn’t exactly the type to say what he was feeling.

So when you accidentally got locked out of the bedroom you shared, your first instinct wasn’t to knock.

Instead, you sat down at a nearby table and decided you’d just wait.

Maybe he’d notice eventually.

A good twenty minutes passed before the bedroom door finally opened.

Dabi stepped out, looking annoyed and tired.

At first he didn’t see you.

Then he did.

He stopped.

“…The hell are you doing?”

You immediately looked away.

“Nothing.”

Dabi stared at you for a second longer, then walked over.

Before you even realized what was happening, he bent down and grabbed under your arms like you weighed nothing — picking you up effortlessly like you were some kind of annoyed cat he had to relocate.

You let out a small sound of surprise.

“Idiot,” he muttered

Your face instantly burned.

“I got locked out.”

“And?” he said gruffly

“I didn’t want to bother you…”

Dabi clicked his tongue.

“Tch. Stupid.”

Still holding you like that for a moment longer than necessary, he turned and carried you back toward the bedroom.

You squirmed slightly.

“Dabi—”

“Stop moving.

A second later, he dropped you onto the bed and climbed in after you like it was the most normal thing in the world.

The room went quiet.

Then he sighed.

“I can’t sleep without you in here, you know.”

You blinked.

That was probably the closest thing to soft he was ever going to be.

Dabi rolled his eyes immediately when he saw your expression.

“Don’t get weird about it.”

Then, after a pause, he added:

“So no head..?"

Kurogiri

The bar was quiet.

Just you and Kurogiri behind the counter, the rest of the League gone for the night.

He moved with his usual calm precision, cleaning glasses like time didn’t really matter.

You sat there a little shyly, hands folded in your lap, not quite sure what to say.

Then a drink slid gently across the counter toward you.

A piña colada.

“You seemed like you could use something like this,” Kurogiri said softly.

You blinked. “I didn’t ask for this…”

“I know.”

That alone made your cheeks warm immediately, and you quickly looked down at the glass instead of him.

He rested one hand lightly on the counter, leaning just slightly closer.

“I noticed you’ve been sitting here a while,” he added. “Without moving much.”

You hesitated. “Is that… bad?”

“Not at all.”

His tone was smooth—immediately reassuring—but there was a faint teasing edge underneath it.

“It simply means you’ve been keeping yourself very still,” he continued. “Almost like you’re trying not to be noticed.”

Your fingers tightened a little around the glass.

“…I’m not doing that.”

A soft pause.

Kurogiri tilted his head, as if humoring you.

“If you say so.”

But he didn’t sound like he disagreed.

You took a small sip, trying to ignore how warm your face felt.

“…You’re doing fine,” he said after a moment, voice quieter now, almost approving.

You peeked up. “That sounds like you’re judging me.”

“Of course I am.”

That made you freeze a little.

Then he added, even softer—

“And I find no fault in it.”

You went still.

Kurogiri watched you for a second longer, then turned back to his work like nothing had changed.

“…Finish your drink,” he said gently. “You don’t have to rush.”

A pause.

Then, a little lower—almost like it wasn’t meant to be caught easily:

“I would prefer you stay a while longer.”

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.