' DANCE WITH ME IN HELL '

requirements. | menu

Here We Go Again!

A/n : in this chapter reader doesnt know.how annoying touya is yet

ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪

“Looking for... counselors... for a summer camp.”

You read under your breath as you scrolled through the listings on your old, barely functional monitor, the bright LED screen practically blinding you in the darkness of your room.

You paused for a second, thinking. You had always liked kids, but did you like them enough to take care of potentially ten of them? Definitely not. However, one look at your bank account—or rather, the lack thereof—made you reconsider. And the pay wasn't even that bad.

Maybe you'd take the job after all... Maybe.

So, when you find yourself standing outside a cabin labeled 'B', a huge duffel bag hanging from your shoulder, you don't hesitate to step inside in an attempt to escape the sweltering heat.

You're greeted by two other girls, both looking around your age. One of them is sporting two cute space buns, while the other has a bob-like hairstyle. They seem to have gotten to know each other pretty well in the short time you've been gone, already chatting away with each other. The moment they hear you enter, their heads whip toward the door. The space-bun girl immediately grins, hopping off the bunk bed.

“Hey! My name's Himiko Toga, but you can call me Toga! It's super amazing to meet you!!” she says brightly, offering to help you with your bag.

Before you can even respond, the bob-cut girl speaks up.

“Hello! I'm Ochaco Uraraka, but you can call me Uraraka! What's your name?” You smile at them, accepting Toga's offer as she helps you lug your bag toward the back of the room. “Nice to meet you two!” After introducing yourself, the three of you start chatting for a while, getting to know each other before you're eventually called outside by the camp director.

While waiting, you take the opportunity to look around at your fellow camp counselors.

There's a guy with long, white hair who certainly doesn't seem very friendly. You immediately make a mental note to stay away from him.

Next to him is a blonde guy with some sort of smirk plastered across his face. Gosh , he seems annoying.

But then there's the guy standing beside him.

God, he's fine.

His hair is terribly dyed black, and he has multiple piercings—especially the three across his nose. You stare for a second, admiring him.

Then you're rudely snapped back to reality by a frail-looking blond man who introduces himself as Toshinari Yagi, the camp director.

He goes over a few instructions, safety measures, and when the kids will be arriving the next day. You absentmindedly nod along, figuring you'll just figure things out along the way.

Eventually, he finishes and leaves, telling all the counselors to “bond with each other." The second he's gone, Toga grabs you by the arm and pulls you aside. “You totally think Touya's hot, don't you?” she whispers excitedly. You blink, caught completely off guard by her sudden question. “How'd you even know his name?” She giggles, glancing over her shoulder before leaning closer.

Apparently, he was her friend back in high school.

And, according to Toga, Touya was a total douchebag.

Well...

Maybe he'd surprise you..?

HERE WE GO AGAIN : a series

Summer camp as a counselor seems amazing - well that is, if you're not partnered up with Touya Todoroki, your super hot but insufferable fellow camp counselor.

1 . And Here We Go Again ( first meet )

2. With All The Things We Said

dni if homophobic , problematic , corny

Dabi / Touya 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒

. 'The only exception'

. Here we go again masterlist

THE ONLY EXCEPTION

#TOUYATODOROKI || In which Dabi is truly your only exception. ^^

NOTES: this oneshot is a modern au, and this was inspired by 'The only exception' by Paramore :)

The pristine, white canvas of a brand-new pair of Converse always felt like a challenge. To anyone else, that white and clean fabric was something to protect, to walk carefully in, and to worry over when the first inevitable smudge appeared. But to you, it was a invitation to cause some chaos.

And there was only one person in the world who you would choose to do it with.

The very afternoon they came out of the box, you ran straight to the abandoned, industrial lot on the edge of town where Dabi usually loitered.

Dabi was the absolute opposite of anything that followed society's standards. He smelled faintly of smoke, cheap leather, blood and asphalt. Paired with his countless badly pierced piercings , his perpetual half- smirk, and an aura that screamed stay away, most people would run at the sight of him. He possessed a sharp, biting wit and a sense of humor that usually left people feeling threatened

But to you, he was just Dabi. The guy who was brutally honest , never faked a smile, and never looked down on you.

"Look at you," Dabi sneered the moment you appeared into his view, his hands shoved into the pockets of his dark coat. He cast a lazy, look down at the brown shoe box in your hand, his blue eyes gleaming with amusement. "Here to ruin your shoes bought with daddy's hard earned money?"

You nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.

You didn't waste a second. You intentionally marched straight over to a puddle with dried up-mud by a rusted drainage pipe. With a heavy, deliberate stomp, you plunged your right foot into the thick, sludge. A satisfying squelch echoed through the empty lot as muddy water splattered upward, ruining the shoes in the process

Dabi let out a sharp, raspy bark of laughter. "Amazing, ruining 60 dollars in a instant."

"Shut up and help me," you grinned, grabbing his arm and pulling him toward a patch of muddy, unkempt weeds growing out of the brokren concrete.

Leaning over, you ripped up fistfuls of muddy grass and began aggressively rubbing the green-and-brown mixture against the sides of your shoes, trying to grind the mud deep into the rubber/ fabric

Dabi watched you for a moment, shaking his head with a slow, wicked grin, kneeling down. He didn't use the grass, instead grabbing your ankle , dragging the side of your shoe brutally across a rough patch of rough concrete. The sharp edges tore at the rubber toe cap and left grey scuffs along the white sole.

"Hey! Gentle, you're gonna rip the laces!" you bickered, shoving his shoulder.

"You said you wanted them ruined, brat," Dabi retorted smoothly, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "I'm just helping the process move along faster. Honestly, if we wanted to make them look really good, I could just burn it a little. Give 'em that nice, freshly burnt look.

"No fire!" you squealed, laughing as you kicked your ankle out of his grip, splashing a bit of loose mud onto the cuff of his dark pants.

That sparked a chase. You scrambled to your feet, running across the rough concrete , screaming excitedly as Dabi pursued you. He wasn't even running hard, just using his longer reach to keep you panicked, throwing out morbid jokes about how he was going to throw you into a ditch just to see if the shoes would survive. Every time you looked back, you'd see his face lit up by a genuine, grin—a rare, unguarded expression he never showed anyone else.

Eventually, out of breath and laughing uncontrollably, you both collapsed on a dirty pillar. Your shoes were successfully ruined : covered in dark mud streaks, stained brown by dried up mud, and heavily scuffed by the rocks.

As the adrenaline began to fade, the silence of the empty lot settled around you. Dabi leaned back on his elbows, staring out at the horizon. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it with a bright blue flame from his thumb. He inhaled, blew the smoke away from you, and then paused, his sharp eyes sliding back down to your ruined footwear.

"Hey," he muttered, ash falling from his cigarette. "I've been meaning to ask... why the hell do you only do this with me? Don't you have a bunch of normal friends at school who don't smell like smoke and ashes. Go drag them into a sewer or something."

You looked over at him。letting out a soft laugh, a massive, bright grin breaking across your face as you nudged his boot with your shoes.

"Cuz you're the only exception, duh!"

Dabi blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the sheer, unbothered certainty in your voice. He stared at you for a long second, the blue flame of his eyes flickering. Then, he let out a quiet, chuckle, turning his head away to hide the small, rare smile tugging at the corner of his chapped lips.

He muttered something about you being a idiot, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

But he didn't move his boot away from yours.

im bqck from my idk how many month break 😿