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yes i can! hope this is what you imagined non 💌 thank you for the love

DABI HEADCANONS !

touya tdrk x reader

headcanons for his s/o being apart of the league with him

not inspired by a particular song :(

- touya definitely doesn’t bat you match of an eye when you first join. he figures that everyone has their reasons for joining the league. you don’t get in the way of his, and he won’t give a rats ass about yours.

- it was never apart of his plan to care about someone the way he cares about you. he’s the type to care but show it in small ways. he gave you his coat once when you came back from the pouring rain, and claimed he didn’t want to hear any annoying coughs or sniffles from you the next day.

- you confuse his heart and he hates it. you two find yourself on some rooftop, talking about your reasons, your life and how you ended up here. you fully expect him to be an asshole- and he is- shrugging and telling you that thats how life is. but he also has enough grace to tell you that you didn’t deserve it, and that part he means.

- one day, you come back injured, small burns from a certain flame hero that certainly catch his eye. he crudely drags your arm over to the nearest sink, running your burns under cold water and bandages them. he makes sure to specify for the nonstick, sterile bandges after he’s applied a damp cloth to your injuries. he claims its because he hates the smell of burnt flesh, and knows you probably take shit care of yourself. (much to your chagrin.)

- the answer was simple. dabi gets burned by his own quirk, so he knows how to take care of burns. but something in your gut told you it was a lot deeper than that. the way this asshole cared for your injuries seemed more personal. it takes a lot of contemplation, and you fully expect a jerkass response when you ask him how he knows how to do this.

- he scoffs, and gives you the reaction everyone would have expected before he answers with something simple: “..my mom taught me.”

- in a small way, he’s shown you a side of him you never thought to see. and its the start of something beautiful.

synopsis : basically just touya being your older brothers best friend and you constantly fawn over him but you’re off-limits so he ignores your advances 🤭

note: touya is like no more than three years older than reader so CHILL everyone is legal 😍 lmk if y’all want more of this or whatever REQUESTS ARE OPEN TOO!

giving iris internet access was a mistake

Touya was slowly becoming a familiar face around the poolside bar Lynn often worked at in Alola. Though she did feel bad that a lot of her attempts to connect with him were interrupted due to how busy the place got, along with the onslaught of delivery notifications that buzzed through on her rotom phone.

Fortunately, the evening was quiet. And it allowed for one to possibly think and clear their head. She had served Touya's usual drink order over to him. There was just something about his mannerisms that caught her attention that night.

Soo may as well ask about it? Right?

A blinked response was mixed with a little surprise and confusion at first. Then again. He wasn't wrong. She was a 'busy gal'. Her face scrunched up at the accusation.

"Well, I'm not doing anything at the moment, aside for just keeping my eye on the place," she remarked, taking note that there was only a few lingering patrons on the other side of the bar.

     It was bound to come up eventually.

     She had been watching the focus on his story— Pebbles, whom the champion has seen all to many times to forget. Silently remarking to herself how much the Mandibuzz and he truly have in common, even if Touya might not admit to it straight away. Wanting to prove themselves. A troubled case in unjust, down-peering eyes. A heart of gold. One who would throw themselves into harm's way just to protect those they care about. The words had been waiting patiently for his finish, to fire back with a girlish smile, and yet it seems there would be no jest. No time for flattery. Not when he prompts her to talk about him.

     But how can the heroine in earnest, while reaffirming how it bears neither weight nor negative influence on the love she feels for Touya? He, who has not loved anyone else but her?

          "...Well... He's dead,"

     Serena all but whispers, the word still searing and corrosive on her tongue. An obvious statement, perhaps, yet the clearest way to lay out the story in its entirety. Not a break up, no words that could not be put right again, no young woman scorned, no falling out of love, no man now praying upon Touya's downfall. Simply death. Untimely, and particularly cruel.

          "A house fell on him. In Geosenge Town. When the Ultimate Weapon was unearthed. I was the one who found him."

     She laces her fingers, the bottom of palms pressed, taught and stable as though in the space between dangled the end of some rope impressive enough to keep her body stable. And the heroine swallows down what stings in the corners of eyes— or tries to. Curls, loose and yet light, are sent back to the side with a flick of her head.

          "He, um— Managed to hold out for a week or two... but that was it. Not long. Just long enough to know I was okay."

     Funny how it works, she thinks. Before then had Serena thought the idea of the dying clinging to their last remnants of life to see that one person, live through that one special day, hear that voice, as nothing more than fiction. A white lie to comfort grieving souls. She had seen it with her own eyes, just as she had watched the life leave his. Lips press together, and then a shuddering breath pries free.

Student government meeting, volleyball practice, term paper...Clair's fully-loaded schedule is reduced to a harried blur of thoughts as the ace student half-sprints down the hallway towards her next evening destination, gym bag slung hastily over one shoulder and arms loaded down with hyper-organized documents.

As meticulous as she is, in this moment--Clair is not paying attention to her surroundings, and as she whips around the corner...her resulting collision with someone is spectacular, papers flying everywhere as the heiress falls backwards with a growled groan halfway between frustration and despair. (All that organization, wasted. Oh no, oh no--)

★⋆ @touyatiredforthis approaches:

Picks them up and seats them atop a comfy cushion above a tree.

"Hell yeah. I have no idea who dis fella is."

" that's a high number, all things considered. congratulations? "