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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: Hellloo again I'm happy for kind criticism. And thanks for all the love and support it means a lot! And I looked and Cider House doesn't have a name so I'm just gonna do Cider!

Summery:This has the league of villains and others, Tomura Shigaraki, dabi, Kai Chisaki, Spinner, Geten, Cider House

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

Contains:fluff;sfw;suggestive

Geten

Your cheeks

You were laying on your bed when the door opened.

A moment later, Geten walked in.

You barely looked up.

"Hi."

He gave a small nod in return before sitting down beside you.

No explanation.

Not that you expected one.

After a minute, he stretched out beside you and stared up at the ceiling while the two of you talked about nothing in particular.

The conversation drifted lazily from one topic to another.

Then, in the middle of one of your sentences, Geten suddenly leaned over.

And bit your cheek.

You immediately froze.

"...What?"

Geten pulled back just as quickly.

There was a brief silence.

"...Sorry." He said

You stared at him.

He stared at the ceiling.

"What was that for?"

Another pause.

Then "I wanted to I guess."

As if that explained everything.

You continued staring.

Geten finally glanced over.

"...Your cheeks are soft."

Your face warmed instantly.

A moment later, he reached over again.

This time pressing a brief kiss to the spot he'd bitten.

Then he laid back down like nothing had happened.

"...Sorry," he said.

"You don't sound sorry." You say rolling your eyes with no heat behind the motion

"I know."

The room went quiet again.

A few seconds later, Geten spoke without looking at you.

"...They're still soft."

And somehow that sounded less like an observation and more like a warning.

Tomura

Your collar bones

It was way too hot.

The building had no air conditioning, which meant everyone was miserable.

You'd given up and switched to a tank top hours ago.

When Tomura walked into the room, his eyes immediately landed on you.

Then stayed there.

You shifted awkwardly.

For a second, you thought he was staring at your chest.

"Uh... hi?"

Tomura blinked.

"Oh..hey I guess"

Like he'd forgotten to respond.

You walked over to him anyway.

The moment you got close enough, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against him.

"Took you long enough."

You rolled your eyes.

"You literally just got here bro"

"Tch." He rolled his eyes

Tomura leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

The kind he'd gotten used to giving you.

Then, instead of pulling away, his gaze dropped slightly.

A second later, he pressed another kiss against your collarbone.

You froze.

Tomura didn't seem to notice.

Or maybe he did.

"...What?" he muttered.

"Nothing."

His eyes lingered there for another moment.

"You know," he said, resting his chin on your shoulder, "those are kinda distracting."

Your face immediately heated up.

"My collarbones?"

"Yeah."

The answer came far too quickly.

Tomura looked completely unashamed about it too.

Then he buried his face against your shoulder and mumbled:

"Tch. Don't make it weird."

As if he wasn't the one who brought it up in the first place.

Kai Chisaki

Your eyes

Kai liked your eyes.

Not that he'd ever say it directly.

At least not often.

Kai wasn't the type to hand out compliments unless you physical made him.

Still, you noticed the way his gaze always found yours whenever he entered a room.

The way he could tell exactly what you were thinking before you'd said a word.

"You always make that face when you're worried." Or "You're hiding something."

Somehow, he always knew.

One night, after a particularly long day, you'd fallen asleep waiting for him.

Curled up beneath the blankets, completely unaware of when he'd finally returned.

Kai paused beside the bed.

For a moment, he simply looked at you.

The room was quiet.

Your eyes were closed now, but he knew them well enough to picture them anyway.

The way they widened when you were surprised.

The way they avoided his when you were embarrassed.

The way they softened whenever you looked at him.

Kai sighed quietly.

"...Idiot."

The insult carried no real weight.

Carefully, he sat on the edge of the bed.

A gloved hand brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face.

Then, after checking that you were still asleep, he leaned down and pressed a brief kiss against your eyelid.

The gesture was so quick it was almost gone before it happened.

"...Goodnight."

Cider House

Ass 100%

Cider wasn't nearly as expressive as most people assumed.

Most of the time he kept his thoughts to himself.

Which made the rare moments when something slipped out much more noticeable.

The two of you were hanging around one afternoon when you noticed something you wanted on the coffee table.

Without thinking, you leaned over to grab it.

Unfortunately for him, that happened to be the exact moment he looked over.

Cider froze.

"...Damn."

The word slipped out before he could stop it.

You immediately turned around.

"What?"

"Nothing." He mumbled out

The answer came far too fast.

You narrowed your eyes.

Cider looked away and rubbed the back of his neck.

Under his breath, he muttered something.

"What was that?" You said already done with what he was doing

"Nothing."

"You definitely said something."

A long pause.

Then

"I said if I die, I die..I would gladly be a chair for you.."

You stared.

"What does that even mean?"

Cider immediately regretted opening his mouth.

"Forget it."

His face remained completely serious, which somehow made it worse.

You kept looking at him expectantly.

He sighed.

"Tch. Stop looking at me like that."

"You started it."

"Yeah, well."

Another pause.

"...You're making my life difficult."

The complaint lacked any real irritation.

If anything, he sounded annoyed at himself.

Which only made you laugh.

That earned you a grumble and a dramatic eye roll from him, but he never actually looked away from you for very long after that.

Kurogiri

Your neck

Kurogiri liked your neck.

Not in a way he ever talked about.

In fact, he wasn't entirely sure when he'd started noticing it.

He just did.

Whenever the two of you sat together, his eyes would occasionally drift toward the side of your neck where your pulse rested beneath your skin.

Whenever you tied your hair up, he found himself looking a little longer than usual.

He never really questioned it.

Only accepted it as another thing he liked about you.

One evening, the two of you were alone behind the bar.

You were reading while Kurogiri organized bottles nearby

Quiet, comfortable.

The sort of silence the two of you often shared.

At some point, you felt a mist hand lightly brush the back of your neck.

You looked up.

Kurogiri's mist hand immediately withdrew.

"...Apologies."

"You don't have to apologize."

A pause.

His gaze lingered for a moment.

"I suppose not, I didn't even mean it"

The answer was unusually quiet.

You smiled and returned to your book.

A few minutes later, Kurogiri moved behind your chair.

Without much thought, he rested a mist hand lightly at the base of your neck.

The gesture felt natural.

Protective, almost.

Like he belonged there.

You leaned back into the touch automatically.

Kurogiri went still.

Then a soft chuckle escaped him.

"My dear."

"Hm?" You looked up at him

"I find it concerning how easily you trust me."

Despite the words, his mist hand never moved away.

If anything, it settled more comfortably against the back of your neck.

The gesture seemed to calm him as much as it did you.

Neither of you really understood why.

Only that it felt right.

Dabi

Chest aka your heart

Dabi wasn't usually clingy.

At least not in a way he'd ever admit to.

So when he walked into the room and immediately dropped onto the couch beside you, you didn't think much of it.

Until he suddenly flopped down and rested his head on your chest.

You froze.

"Dabi?"

"Hm."

His answer was muffled.

"What are you doing?"

"Relaxing."

You stared at him.

Dabi stared right back.

Then, completely shamelessly, he got a little more comfortable.

Your face immediately warmed.

"Dabi."

"What?"

His tone suggested he knew exactly what.

You rolled your eyes.

A quiet snort left him before he settled his head back down.

For a while neither of you spoke.

The room was peaceful.

Your fingers eventually found their way into his hair.

Dabi practically melted.

Not that he'd ever admit it.

After a few minutes you noticed he wasn't asleep.

Just listening.

To your heartbeat.

To your breathing.

To you.

"You know," you said quietly.

"Hm?"

"If you wanted attention, you could've just asked."

Dabi immediately clicked his tongue.

"Tch. Shut up."

The response lacked any real bite.

You laughed softly.

His arm wrapped around your waist a little tighter.

"You complain a lot for someone who isn't moving."

"Because this is comfortable."

The answer came instantly, too instantly.

You raised an eyebrow.

Dabi groaned.

"Don't start."

"I'm not saying anything."

"Yeah, but you're thinking it."

He buried his face against you for a second.

"...Besides."

You waited.

Dabi hesitated.

Then muttered:

"You're soft."

The confession was so quiet you almost missed it.

Almost.

His face immediately twisted into annoyance when he realized you'd heard him.

"Tch."

And yet somehow, he still didn't move.

Spinner

Thighs

The movie had been playing for nearly half an hour.

At this point, neither of you were paying much attention to it.

You were stretched out on the couch while Spinner sat beside you, one arm draped lazily over the back cushions.

Everything was quiet.

Comfortable.

Then you felt a poke against your thigh.

You glanced over.

Spinner immediately looked at the TV.

"...Really?"

"What?" He said

"You just poked me." You giggle out

"No I didn't."

You stared.

Spinner stared at the television with the look of someone trying very hard to look innocent.

A few seconds later, you felt another poke.

This time there was no denying it.

"Spinner." You huff out

"What?"

You rolled your eyes.

His hand was still resting on your thigh.

Not moving.

Suspiciously.

Then his fingers tapped lightly against it.

Once, twice

You could practically see him fighting a smile.

"You're weird." though theres no heat behind it

"Probably."

At least he was honest.

The movie continued playing while Spinner absentmindedly traced shapes against your leg.

Every now and then he'd give your thigh a gentle poke or pat before pretending he hadn't.

Eventually you caught him looking.

His eyes immediately darted away.

"...Sorry."

The apology sounded completely insincere.

You laughed.

Spinner rubbed the back of his neck.

"I just like them, okay?"

Your face warmed.

He immediately looked embarrassed for admitting it.

A moment later he muttered:

"They're comfortable."