A/N: I Dont Know What This Is, To Be Honest. It Was Going To Be Self-harm Comfort, Because These Past

A/N: I don’t know what this is, to be honest. It was going to be self-harm comfort, because these past few weeks have been extremely hard for me, but I just kept writing and it turned into this. Idk, I’m just really craving some Shinsou comfort right about now. If you’ve been keeping track of my other posts, I’ve been having a super hard time right now with the loss of a teacher that meant the world to me, so I’ve been super scatterbrained while writing. I’m sorry for the monstrosity this has become.

Also, it’s platonic. Shinsou and Reader are adopted siblings. They become close, so that’s why I wrote it this way.

Warnings: self-harm, mentions of abusive family, nightmares

You were the newest addition to the Yamada-Aizawa family. Aizawa brought you home after rescuing you from your abusive family, and you were incredibly shy. Luckily, your new family understood it. Aizawa quickly discovered your social anxiety and sat with you all night after a patrol on his couch. You wouldn’t leave his side, and he understood. He let you curl up next to him, lean against him, and hold his hand when you got too anxious. He even slept out there with you the first few nights when you were too afraid to sleep in the room Hizashi and Shinsou put together for you.

But the time came when Aizawa had to go back on patrols, and Hizashi had to go back to his radio show. The two men wanted you to feel comfortable in their home, especially during the night, so they introduced you to Shinsou. You’d met him on your first night in, and had seen him around during the next few days, but you never spoke to him. Not until Aizawa and Hizashi sat the two of you down together.

It was a calm afternoon. Hizashi was putting groceries away in the kitchen as well as starting dinner. Shinsou was sitting in the armchair playing on his switch, and you were curled into Aizawa’s side reading a book, one of the few belongings you brought with you to this new home. Aizawa was working on lesson plans for the upcoming school year, occasionally scratching your head lightly.

After 20 minutes of everyone doing their own thing, Shinsou rolled off of the chair and onto the floor, turning his switch off in the process. Aizawa chuckled at him, asking, “What was that?” The purple-haired boy shrugged, reaching out to pet one of the cats that rushed over to him. He sat there a moment before standing, brushing the dirt and cat hair off of himself.

“I’m getting a drink,” he stated, then turned to you. “Would you like something, Y/N?” You stopped reading and looked up at him slowly. This is the first time he’d spoken to you.

Water, you signed. Aizawa and Hizashi made it clear that everyone in the house knew JSL since Hizashi was slowly going deaf and didn’t always have his hearing aids in, and Hitoshi went through periods of time where he’d go mute, so JSL was a major form of communication in this house. You didn’t know much, but Hizashi was slowly teaching you how to say certain things.

Shinsou smiled, nodding as he left the living room. He returned a minute later with a bottle of water and a glass of soda, plopping down on the couch beside you. He set his glass down on the coffee table, then handed you your water. He offered a small smile as you took the beverage, then reached for the tv remote. He flipped through the channels, searching for something to watch. Eventually, he gave up and began looking through the several streaming services they had.

“What do you want to watch Y/N?” he asked, turning to you. You looked up from your book, and Hitoshi caught a glimpse of what you were reading. “Dear Evan Hansen? I love that book!” he beamed, moving to sit cross-legged to face you. “Have you read it before? Or seen the movie?”

You flinched slightly at his outburst and Aizawa began scratching your head again, side-eyeing the two of you. He didn’t want you to get too panicky.

You sat in silence before nodding, mouth opening slightly as if you wanted to speak but couldn’t. “Both,” you muttered quietly.

You didn’t notice, but Hizashi had stopped preparing dinner and was standing at the entrance of the living room, absolutely beaming. He shared a smile with Aizawa. You had said maybe two words in the few days you’d been there. They knew it’d be a process, but nevertheless, they were so excited when you finally used your voice.

Hitoshi didn’t show it, but he was excited too. He’d been watching you the past few days, seeing how you’d react to certain things. He was preparing himself to talk to you. He wanted you to be comfortable around him, so he sat back for a while. Now you’re talking to him. You didn’t even talk to Hizashi!

“That’s awesome!” he smiled. “We should totally watch it again together!”

“Well, Hizashi and I will be returning to patrol tonight,” Shouta commented. “You could do it tonight if you’d like.”

“Yeah!” Mic chimed in. “You can make a fort! Or just a massive pile of blankets and pillows! I just bought popcorn too.”

Hitoshi turned to you with a massive smile. “What do you say?”

You smiled too, offering a small nod.

Aizawa and Hizashi were beyond grateful for their son. They were afraid of how he’d feel gaining a sister, and even more afraid of how she’d feel around them all. So when Hizashi and Aizawa left for patrol that first night, they pulled Hizashi away for a special talk.

“Stay with her,” Hizashi instructed.

“And if something goes wrong, call us immediately,” Aizawa continued. “She’s been having nightmares, and doesn’t sleep easily, so if she falls asleep I’d feel more comfortable if you’d stay with her.”

“Dad, papa,” Hizashi smiled. “I think I’ve got it. I was once her, ya know.” Aizawa and Hizshi ruffled the boy’s hair and pressed a quick kiss to his forehead.

“We’ll be back in the morning.”

Hitoshi saw the two men out the door before returning to you, who was curled up in the corner of a couch. “Would you like to help me make a nest of blankets?” he asked kindly. “I know where the softest blankets are.” You nodded hesitantly, standing up. Hitoshi smiled. “Great! Let’s go!” He reached a hand out to you. “Would you feel more comfortable if you held my hand?” You looked at him, and then his hand.

“Please?” your voice was soft. You took his hand and let him let you deeper into the house. He led you into a bedroom. The walls were a light gray, and it was somewhat bare.

“This is your room,” Shinsou stated. “We put a lot of soft blankets in the closet for if you’d ever need them.” He turned to you. “This room is ready for you when you are. I know we’ve already shown you around, but my room is right across the hall, and Dad and Pops’ room is at the end of the hall.” Shinsou opened the closet and pulled out an armful of blankets. “Could you hold these for me?”

You nodded, taking the blankets from the boy. He then led you across the hall and into his room. You watched as he pulled the blanket off of his bed, then stacked all of his pillows on top of each other to carry to the living room. You followed him, and helped him set up in the living room. When the two of you finished setting up, you settled in the giant fluff pile. Hotishi returned with snacks, popcorn, and water.

2 hours and 17 minutes later and you and Hitoshi both were in tears. Used tissues were flowing out of a nearby trash can. You took in the sight and giggled. Shinsou looked at you in shock. In the time you’d spent here, you hadn’t laughed. It caused him to smile.

“Thanks for agreeing to watch this with me,” he said gently. He looked down and hugged the cat that had been sitting in his lap for almost the entire movie. “I know it’s scary, suddenly moving to a nontoxic environment after being in one for so long, but I think you’ll really like it here. Dad and pops love you.”

He heard a sniffle, and shot his head up in worry. You were crying harder now, and something told him it wasn’t because of the movie. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean to bring back bad memories or anything-” He was cut off when you hesitantly held out a hand. Shinsou started at it for a second before smiling gently and taking your hand in his.

“Thank you,” you muttered, wiping your tears away. You took a sip of your glass of water, avoiding Shinsou’s eyes.

“I,” Hitoshi hesitated. “I’ve been through a lot. So if you’re ever struggling, with anything at all, you can talk to me. If you’re too scared to go to dad or pops, you can come to me.”

“Hug?” he almost didn’t hear you. But he did. And he opened his arms, pulling you against him. The two of you sat there for who knows how long. The only reason Hitoshi moved was because your weight depended on him fully. He peered around your head to see you passed out on him. He smiled softly and leaned back to make you even more comfortable.

From then on, you stuck more to Shinsou instead of Aizawa. You’d sit next to him during dinner, and stay by his side when he’d hang out in the living room. He even got you to finally sleep in your own room by sitting with you until you fell asleep, and then he’d head to his room. The only thing you asked was that he left his door cracked open, as well as your own. He was happy to do so if it made you comfortable.

One night in particular, he had just stepped into his own room after you had fallen asleep. He hadn’t been sleeping well lately, and it all piled up and he was ready to knock out and sleep for a week. Hitoshi flopped onto his bed, crawling under the covers and burying his face into his pillow. He was nearly asleep when his door creaked open, and he poked his head out from the covers to see one of the cats. He sighed and went back to sleep.

You woke up several hours later in a cold sweat, tears dripping down your face. You couldn’t breathe, and your whole body shook. You inhaled sharply, trying to comprehend what was going on. You looked around. You were in your bedroom. The door was left open, like you asked. You could see the purple LED lights coming from Shinsou’s open door, and jumped out of bed. Aizawa and Hizashi were out on patrol, and you really didn’t want to be alone right now. You tripped over your blanket, falling onto the bed. You kicked the fabric off of you and bolted across the hallway.

Shinsou was dead asleep in his bed, a cat resting on his chest. It stood up at your entrance and made its way over to you, meowing. You kept your attention on Shinsou and noticed that he had headphones in.

Your breathing hadn’t settled and it was getting harder to stand upright. The world was moving around you, and you braced yourself on the side of the boy’s bed. Your added weight caused Hitoshi to stir, pulling his headphone out of his ears. It allowed him to hear your struggling breathing, waking him up. He opened his eyes groggily, looking around his room. His eyes settled on you in your panicked state, and he immediately moved. Shinsou sat up and moved closer to you on the bed.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked groggily, but still panicked. He reached out to put a hand on your shoulder, but stopped himself. What if you didn’t want to be touched? He didn’t get the chance to ask though, because suddenly you were pressed against his chest, tears soaking his shirt. Hitoshi quickly wrapped his arms around you, rocking you side to side. The cat that was once laying on top of him now sat beside the two of you, rubbing its head against Shinsou’s arm.

He let you calm down before speaking again, pushing tear-drenched hair away from your eyes. “What’s got you all worked up?” he asked calmly. You tried to speak but you only choked over your own breaths, causing you to panic again. Shinsou gently took your hands in his and lifted them up. “You can sign, too. Remember what pops taught you?” You nodded your head and wiped at your eyes.

Night Terror, you signed. Really bad.

“Oh,” he replied. “I’m sorry. I get them really bad, too.” He stood up from his spot on the bed. “Can you walk?” When you nodded, he led you out into the living room, grabbing his blanket along the way. He sat you down on the couch and tossed his blanket onto you. “Tea and TV helps me come back down to earth,” he smiled gently. “I’ll be back.”

True to his word, he returned a few minutes later with two cups of warm tea, handing one to you as he sat down beside you. Shinsou turned on the tv, then opened Netflix. “I usually turn on anime,” he said. “One that I’ve seen before, so I don’t miss anything if I fall asleep. What ones have you seen before?”

You pointed to the tv, then held up the number 2.

“Demon Slayer,” Shinsou smiled. “Good taste! I’ll turn that one on then.”

The two of you continued to sit in silence as the show started. As it went on you leaned more and more into Shinsou’s side, slowly calming down. The panic attack/nightmare took a lot out of you and it was catching up to you. You don’t remember much after that.

A month or so passed and you had adjusted well to your new home. You learned that Aizawa, Hizashi, and Hitoshi all loved you, and were willing to help you through everything. You knew that, but you still refused to ask for help in certain situations.

Your old parents had tried reaching out to you. You didn’t want to open their messages, but did so. You had gotten a new phone number, but your email was still the same. You saw several emails from both your mother and father, and the little preview made your heart drop. You opened them, reading them slowly. They wanted you back home. They called you names, called you worthless and in need of a lesson.

It was the final line of both emails that scared you the most: We are going to find you, and then we’re going to kill you.

You knew they held no real power, and your new family would protect you, keep you safe. But they couldn’t keep you safe from yourself.

You had a few bad habits from your childhood, ones you wish you could forget. And you had forgotten them when you grew comfortable with your new family. But with these emails, your habits came crashing back at full force.

The clock on the wall read 3:14 a.m.. Hitoshi was the only other person in the house, asleep in his room. It was one of the rare nights where he got a full 8 hours of sleep, and you didn’t want to bother him. You had begun sleeping with your door closed, and so did he. It allowed you to sneak into the bathroom without being caught.

You were leaning against the porcelain sink, hands gripping the edges. Silent tears streamed down your face, pooling at your chin and splattering down into the bowl. You looked down to see thin, red lines along your upper thighs, crying even harder when you added another one, and then another. Your exacto knife slipped out of your hand as you slid to the floor, a sobbing mess. You were sitting on your heels, back bent to bury your face in your knees as you cried. You wanted to scream, to yell and sob as loud as you could.

The door beside you opened slowly and you cursed yourself for forgetting to lock it. But it’s too late for that now.

“Y/N?” The voice was soft and concerned. “Wh-” Shinsou cut himself off when he saw the drops of blood near the sink. His eyes drifted over to the bloodied knife not too far away. “Y/N?” his voice was a whisper, shaking with fear. You were still on the floor, sobbing harshly into your knees. The purple-haired boy immediately dropped down in front of you. His breath shook as he thought of what to do. He tried to pull you to a sitting position, but you wouldn’t move.

“Come on Y/N,” he pleaded, beginning to cry. “Look at me, please. Please look at me.” He tried again, and succeeded in pulling you into an upright position. His eyes immediately drifted to your legs, taking in the various red and white lines. They weren’t deep enough to cause any harm, but that didn’t mean they were harmless. They showed just how much you had been hurting.

“Hey,” he cooed softly, moving one hand off of your shoulder and to your cheek, wiping away your tears with his thumb. He offered a watery smile. “It’s ok. You’re ok.” He pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly against his chest. One hand held your head against his neck while the other ran up and down your back.

“Don’t tell dad,” you choked out. “Please.”

Shinsou didn’t speak until you had calmed down, leaning on him with all of your weight. He let you lay there, moving you so you were propped up against him but he could still reach under the sink to grab the first aid kit. Hitoshi silently began cleaning the wounds on your legs, holding you just a bit tighter every time you whimpered. He then dressed the wounds to keep them from reopening or getting infected.

“You can come to me, you know,” he said quietly. “I’ve,” he hesitated, “I’ve been here before. I’ve done what you’re doing.”

“Really?” you whimpered.

“Yeah.” Hitoshi sighed. “I didn’t have a really good home life before I was adopted, too. And I did exactly what you’re doing now. Only I did it in my room, and I had lost track of time. Dad and pops came home and pops had come to check and see if I was ok. He does that every night, in case you didn’t know. But he caught me, but in the end I’m grateful he did.” Shinsou’s eyes brimmed with tears again. “I don’t know what lengths I would have gone to if it wasn’t for them helping me.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered. “I didn’t mean for you to find me.”

“Hey now,” Hitoshi said softly. “I’m glad I did.” He moves to support your back with one arm as the other slides under your knees. He pulls you close to him as he stands, carrying you to his room. He gently placed you down on his bed. Hitoshi stepped away for a moment, digging through his dresser. He pulled out a pair of gray sweatpants and a t-shirt, turning around and handing them to you.

“Put these on,” he instructed. “I’m not leaving the room, but I’ll be in the corner.” Hitoshi shifted to face the corner, head leaned against the wall and eyes closed. You giggled slightly before changing into your brother’s clothes. It felt nice to be in something else. You hummed softly to let your brother know you were done, and he sat down beside you on the bed.

“You need to rest,” Shinsou commented. “And I’m not letting you be alone right now. I’d like you to stay here with me, please.”

You didn’t argue, instead offering a nod and nothing else. Shinsou guided you to lay down between him and the wall, laying his weighted blanket over you. He sat in bed, leaning against the wall behind the bed. He turned to you, “I’m not sleeping, but you are. I’m the insomniac in this house.” He huffed out a quiet laugh. He then turned to you and his eyes softened. “Will it bother you if I read?” You shook your head, watching as Shinsou reached to grab a book from beside the bed.

“Good night, Y/N,” he said softly. “I’m right here if you need anything. Always.”

A few minutes passed and although your eyes ached and your head throbbed from your crying, you couldn’t sleep. So you shifted to lay your head on Shinsou’s lap, looking at his book. Shinsou relaxed slightly, and let a hand fall to card through your hair. Within seconds you were out like a light.

There was a knock at the door before it creaked open. Hizashi poked his head into the room, sighing with relief.

“There she is,” he muttered. The man leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. He offered a soft smile to Hitoshi. “Hello, ‘toshi. Can’t sleep?”

The purple-haired boy shook his head, closing his book. “No, something happened,” he said quietly. He looked down to your sleeping form, head still in his lap. He ran his hand through your hair in hopes of keeping you asleep.

“Everything alright?” Mic asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Do I need to call Sho? He’s not off patrol yet.”

Hitoshi shook his head. “I can tell him later, or you can.” His purple eyes shifted from you to his dad. “It’s N/N.”

“Is she ok?” Hizashi asked immediately, sitting on the bed by Hitoshi’s knees. “Was it another night terror? Panic attack?”

Shinsou shook his head again. He then went on to quietly explain the situation, tearing up a bit. He kept his hand running through your hair, calming himself down. Hizashi began to cry as well, looking down at you.

“Thank you for telling me,” he said sorrowfully. “I’ll definitely need to talk to Shouta, and her. See what we need to do to help.” He pushed hair away from your closed eyes. “I hate that she feels this way. That you felt this way.” Hizashi’s green eyes met Shinsou’s. “Are you feeling alright, little listener? Any urges or thoughts?”

“No pops,” Shinsou said with a sad smile. “I’m alright. I’m just concerned for Y/N. I don’t want her to go through what I had to go through.”

❝𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈.ᐟ❞

BABYDADDY!DABI + F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; going out to ice cream with your little family couldn't be more wholesome especially with a surprise guest who maybe should not be out of his dorms...

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; soul-crushing fluff, bd!dabi is so cuteeee, i luv kaede sm, idk what else, oh i didn't even know the header kinda looked like kaede 😭

tags ; @kokosclown

“Daddy, wake up…” Kaede muttered continuously poking his father’s cheek while hovering over the sleeping male with you by his side blankly staring at Dabi who continued to sleep. Your face twisted into one of irritation and you grabbed his bare thigh and dug into his skin with your nails which was unknown to your son who sat there on his knees looking upset because his daddy was still sleeping.

Well, he was sad until Dabi’s eyes snapped open at the pain in his legs “Ow–” Dabi was quick to cut himself off when he caught your gaze and your son’s. He just sighed and looked at you both. Dabi loved his family but did not like how often he was being awoken to the sight of his girlfriend and son looking down at him with the same eyes ready to beg him for something. He wondered what it was this time and if it was your idea or your son’s.

A wide grin formed on Kaede’s face “Can we go get iced cream?” He asked bouncing a bit on his knees making the mattress move and earning a laugh from you. Kaede’s full head of hair was all over the place, he already had his hoodie on with his pajama shorts, and next to you, you were dressed in the same attire. “Ugh, what time is it…?” Dabi asked sitting up on his elbows and looking at you specifically but Kaede began to count on his fingers.

“One in the morning.” Dabi let out another groan at your answer while Kaede hummed and nodded in agreement with you “Please, we’re hungry.” You begged.

“Yeah, you gotta give food!” The younger boy shouted in addition making your boyfriend groan even louder than before allowing himself to fall back onto the bed. He threw his arm over his eyes “Fine, go wait in the living room…” He said and less than a second later, you and your son yelped in joy while throwing your hands up. You both listened to his orders and hopped out of the bedroom and to the living room to squeal with each other about getting ice cream.

It was a coincidence that you and your son met in the kitchen looking for the same thing. Kaede had walked in on you staring at the freezer with a pout looking for ice cream and he had asked you if there was any, when you said no, he came up with the greatest idea to wake up his daddy and make him take you two to get ice cream. “Mommy, I wanna get new iced cream now!” Kaede said and you smiled at his mispronunciation of that phrase but just tilted your head in confusion “Why? I thought Rocky Road was your favorite.” You asked the smaller boy. Kaede fidgeted in place, using the tip of his croc to move the backstrap up and down on his other croc “When me and Uncle Shoto were outside, he gave me iced cream ‘nd it was…really crunchy but like it was…uhm still cream.” Kaede said squeezing his eyes shut and frowning. A habit he had when he wanted to say something but didn’t know how to phrase it.

Dabi did that too. Sometimes they’d both just outright stop talking because of it “Did he tell you the flavor? So I can get it for you.” You said picking him up and rubbing your hand along his back to comfort him as you saw he was getting frustrated. Kaede immediately put his face in the crook of your neck and wrapped his arms around you, he was just like his dad. Going to you when he was frustrated. “Erm…P…Pimustache I think.” The dark-haired boy replied as you spotted your boyfriend coming out of the room also wearing Crocs and his hoodie.

“All good?” Dabi asked grabbing the keys from the counter and walking closer, his other hand went to his son’s fit of black hair and he messed it up even more “Y’know how he is with his words.” You replied as you two made your way out of the apartment, closing and locking the door behind you before making your way down the stairs. Dabi looked at you and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth “What’s bad about that?” He asked with a roll of his eyes feeling a bit targeted as he had the same problem.

You shrugged nonchalantly “Nothing for him but if we’re talking about you…” You click your tongue against your teeth suppressing a laugh “I don’t know…” You felt and heard Kaede laugh a bit at your words and once again, Dabi rolled his eyes already fed up with your shenanigans. “Yeah, Yeah, how about we talk about those temper tantrums he gets from you?” Dabi immediately regretted his words once he saw the look you were giving him.

“Walked straight into that one…” He murmured and you didn’t say anything but chuckled in agreement. God forbid if the father and son had superpowers, they’d probably blow up an entire house with both of their temper tantrums over pointless things…(hehe just wanted to throw that in there). “Down…” Kaede muttered beginning to kick his feet so you’d put him down and you did. He immediately went between you and Dabi grabbing hold of your pajama pants and Dabi’s basketball shorts as the three of you stepped out of the building and into the cold night. Dabi immediately regretted agreeing to take the two of you to get ice cream when the cold wind hit his face.

“Cold!” Kaede hissed putting his face into Dabi’s shorts, while you all tried to hurry to the car that was parked on the street “Yeah well thank Mommy for that.” Dabi said sending an annoyed look to you as you stifled a laugh at how quickly his nose turned bright red. You gently pushed your hand against his temple “If daddy hurried, we would’ve been to the car already.” You said and after catching the look Dabi gave you, you sighed and began speed-walking to the car and Kaede peeked out at the lack of your presence.

“Why you running, Mommy!?” The boy asked loudly and childishly and you turned back to them already at the passenger door “B’cause Touya is being nasty.” You replied confusing your child who instinctively looked up at his dad as they finally made their way to the car to join you. Dabi leaned down as he placed his hand on Kaede’s hair “She means daddy kid.” Kaede let out a little “ohh!” sound as he nodded his head.

Dabi grinned lustfully at you while unlocking the car but you just ignored him and began to put Kaede in the backseat and his car seat “Don’t you think he’s too big for that thing?” Dabi asked peering from the driver’s seat and you shook your head “No, he has to stay here until the seatbelt can fit him.” You said closing the door before hopping into the passenger seat while Kaede looked around the car for some of the toys he left there. The white-haired man snorted “Did my mom tell you that?” He asked as he watched you get comfortable in your seat.

Dabi reached over and began to put the seatbelt on you. He could care less about him wearing the seatbelt, he found it stupid but he needed you and Kaede to wear a seatbelt; he couldn’t risk anything happening to the two of you even if he thought Kaede was too old to have a car seat. “Of course she did.” You replied and Dabi said nothing but only shook his head and started the car.

You are very much closer to his family than Dabi is, that is no secret but he can’t help but laugh every time you tell him that his mother or his sister told you something about parenting, and don’t even get him started on when Shoto would say something! Dabi doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to how that kid randomly drops information that he shouldn’t know about. When you were busy delivering Kaede, shoto asked him how many centimeters you were dilated and Dabi had no idea what he was talking about…that being said, sometimes he asked his little brother things when he had no clue about something.

Shoto was the best uncle ever and everyone in your little family could agree with that. Especially Kaede.

“Daddy, where you going? The p-place is back there.” Kaede asked peeking out of the tinted windows at the road he was so familiar with when getting ice cream. You looked back also confused before looking at the older male “I’m going to a different one, it’s good I promise.” Dabi responded and Kaede began to whine while gently kicking his feet.

You looked back at him as tears began to bubble in his eyes. Why on earth would Dabi do this knowing how his kid was? “Hey, hey, you trust me right?” Dabi asked looking back at his kid and extending his hand. You looked ahead and grabbed hold of the steering wheel grumbling about how he needed to stop doing this. Kaede looked at his dad’s hand and then his face before nodding.

The boy grabbed hold of Dabi’s hand as he tried to stop crying “So stop crying, yeah?” Kaede nodded as he began to knuckle at his eyes making Dabi smile. The blue-eyed man turned his head back ahead to take control of the wheel again, he glanced at you and gave a thumbs-up that seemed like it was questioning.

You chuckled at his slight nervousness and gave him a thumbs-up back. Dabi had always been scared of having a kid, especially a son because of how he was raised, he constantly needed your approval of whether he was doing a good job or not and that was still present even now when he seemed to get the hang of this stuff. I mean he’d even started to come with you when you took Kaede to visit Dabi’s family when he was very much against it to the point it even caused one of your breakups. You were still working on getting him to actually talk to his dad when he went but he was progressing amazingly as a father and he kept progressing even when you two were on one of your ‘breaks’.

You were really proud of him. “Touya, are you seriously this corny?” You asked observing the area you were in, immediately recognizing it. Dabi has never been a romantic so him taking you to the place you two went on your first date after having a kid was very shocking. “I saw it in a movie, okay? You said you like that movie shit right?” Dabi said a bit flustered as he pulled in front of the small ice cream parlor that was conveniently a 24-hour place. “You’re not s’posed to curse!” Kaede yelled at his dad from the backseat as you took off your seatbelt.

“When you’re old enough to curse, you’ll understand why I can’t stop,” Dabi said climbing out of the car and going to get Kaede out of the backseat. “How old am I when I can?” Kaede asked as he was lifted from his car seat and into his father’s arms. Dabi huffed and turned Kaede so his stomach was resting on Dabi’s shoulder with his large hand on the small of the little boy’s back to support him.

“When you’re still tired after having a full night's sleep.”

“Boy! Stop telling Kei depressing things and put him down.” 

Dabi rolled his eyes as he sat on the hood of the car while Kaede giggled childishly as he acted as if he was a superhero “He’s fine, go get the ice cream.” Dabi said as he grabbed his wallet from his pocket and then handed it to you. “You already know what we want baby.” He said leaning forward to press a peck to the side of your lips that were formed into a frown. You sighed loudly before stomping over to order the three cones.

The older man placed his son down on his lap and just stared at him with identical eyes staring back “What is special about this? There’s not even ‘nywhere to sit…” Kaede asked looking around the empty place, it looked familiar to him but he just couldn’t put his finger on what was so familiar…

“Well, me and Mommy used to come here all the time when I first met her,” Dabi said and Kaede giggled and placed his hands over his mouth as air released from his nostrils into the cold. “Did you give money for all of it too?” The child asked putting his hands back onto his knees and Dabi looked away nervously. Maybe when Kaede was older he’d tell him all about how mean you were when the two of you first met (you still are…) but for now, he’d just get a simple response. “Not all the time, mommy was so stubborn that she barely let me pay, I had to force her to let me sometimes.” Kaede’s giggles were released into the air once more. He loved to hear stories about his parents.

Uncle Shoto told him all the time like about how the two of you were meanies to each other sometimes but Uncle Shoto told him not to tell the two of you that he knew that. “We stopped coming because I was being a meanie to her. A bit too mean.” Dabi said rubbing the back of his neck and Kaede nodded “But we’re learning to be nice.” Dabi finished and before his son could respond, his name was called by you who was struggling to hold three cones.

“Oh, oh! Coming!” The little boy muttered climbing down from his dad’s lap and running over to you as fast as his stubby legs could carry with Dabi watching carefully to make sure Kaede didn’t fall. His eyebrow raised at the color of the ice cream that you handed to the child “What’s that?” The tall man asked as the two of you came back over. “Kei wanted to try pistachio this time.” You responded by giving your lover his cookie dough cone and sitting down next to him on the hood of the car. You assisted Kaede to sit on the hood once again in between you and Dabi who stuck his tongue out in disgust “Gross, why would you get that?” He asked playfully looking down at his mini-me who fanned his hand in front of his mouth because he bit into the ice cream by accident.

“Uncle Shoto gave me some and ‘s good!” Kaede said as he began to deliver kitten licks to the green ice cream with a wide grin on his face humming at the taste “Of course, he’s always been weird like that…” The turquoise-eyed adult said with a sigh as he began to lick at his ice cream. You grunted and elbowed him from behind your toddler’s back and he hissed in response and sent a small glare your way.

Kaede kicked his feet in enjoyment “Do…uhm, do you wanna know how I taste this?” He asked in his usual toddler format looking up at the two of you who conversed with your eyes “Is it some big adventure like that little show you watch?” Dabi asked with a laugh and Kaede wiped around his mouth as he hummed “No but it was really cool!” The toddler said obviously excited to talk about his first interaction with this flavor of ice cream. You nodded to give him the go-ahead and he began to look up in the air to remember the incident.

“So…I was with Uncle Shoto and his friends were there too because they live together y’know? And he had iced cream but this big angry guy pushed it over and it hit my face!” Kaede said slapping a palm on his nose and Dabi hummed at this raising an eyebrow. You hoped that wasn’t the end because Dabi was 100% on board for beating up a teenager. “B-But I really like the uhm…taste! Yeah, that and the big angry guy bought me one to be sorry.” Kaede said and Dabi’s nerves seemed to visibly calm at that.

You draped an arm over your son’s shoulder “Well that was nice of him.” Kaede hummed in response to your statement before something caught his eye, a fit of red and white hair. It was Uncle Shoto! “Ah, Ah! Get me down!” He yelled as he tried to scurry off the hood of the car. After getting down, he waddled quickly over to the teenage boy “Uncle Shoto!” Shoto turned his head at his name being called while you and Dabi finally understood what was going on.

The teenager picked up the toddler before he could hug him “Watch it.” Shoto said looking at the ice cream cone and Kaede apologized. Dabi visibly seemed to be annoyed at the appearance of his youngest brother “Mommy gave me that iced cream!” Kaede said holding the cone to his uncle’s lips so he could get a taste “It’s ice cream.” Shoto corrected as he walked over to the two of you and it’s when you noticed that he was still in his pajamas, not even a hoodie.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to be at your dorm?” You asked as he placed Kaede down to his feet “Wanted to walk and it’s not far from here.” Shoto said hugging you as a greeting and you smiled at him which Dabi grimaced at while he continued to lick his ice cream. “We were just talking about you. You appeared like the devil you are.” The white-haired man said glaring harshly at his younger brother who was unphased by the harsh treatment.

Shoto only gave his brother a blank stare “Nice to see you too brother.” Dabi gave him the fakest smile ever making you elbow him once again. You gave him a look that told him to be nice as Kaede told his uncle to seat the both of them on the hood of the car “What? I’m being nice.” Dabi said shrugging his shoulders while taking another lick of his ice cream and you only rolled your eyes.

“How has school been?” Shoto asked your son as he began to take small licks of the ice cream that Kaede was not paying attention to. “Uhm…Daddy, what did Miss Kusou tell you?” The boy asked looking back at his father but Dabi only laughed a bit at how his hair was covering his eyes. “Ahem…she said you were doing really good,” Dabi said trying to stop laughing and Kaede nodded along with Shoto. 

“Your speech does seem clearer…sentences getting better too.” The high-schooler said running his hand down Kaede’s head and patting his head as if he was a pet. The kid shivered at a cold gust of wind “Cold!” He yelled and Shoto looked at you “Can we go inside the car? It is pretty cold.” You chuckled at how red his cheeks and nose were just like Dabi’s, they were really alike no matter how much they loved to deny it.

“No.” “Yes.”

Dabi looked at you as you looked at him, he didn’t even last more than a second before sighing and rolling his eyes to look away from you “Yeah, unlock the car baby.” You said looking back at Shoto who was already standing and holding your son(well it might as well have been his by the way they cling to each other). Dabi grumbled something under his breath before reaching into his pocket and unlocking the car. Shoto bowed his head as a silent thanks before going to sit inside the car with Kaede.

“You’re not gonna get in there with ‘em?” Dabi asked looking at you who shrugged at his question “I want to but I’m not leaving you out here by yourself.” You replied leaning onto his side while continuing to eat your ice cream and he merely hummed while continuing to look into the distance while eating his ice cream. There was something on his mind, you could tell from how quiet he was being.

Your hand slithered down to grab his free one “Are you okay?” Dabi let out a sigh as he looked at you silent and just staring before he looked away again and stared into the dark night “I need a cigarette.” His response made you frustrated. Dabi had a hard time telling you verbally when something was bothering him and telling his feelings and it made you so upset because when he was in a bad mood, he made it everyone’s problem but didn’t say anything about it.

Dabi began to walk away and to the driver’s side to probably go in and get his cigarettes but you pulled at his hand and stopped him. “No, c’mon tell me. Stop being like that.” You said pulling him closer and making him smack his teeth. Ugh, you made him say his feelings and shit…he hated that but he was still going to do it.

“I was just thinking about you, y’know…” The turquoise-eyed man said feeling embarrassed at telling you his feelings but you just rubbed your thumb against the back of his hand which made it a bit more easier for him. “I just remembered how much I missed this when I wasn’t with you and it’s like…you made me better than I was before,” Dabi said shrugging his shoulders once again just showing how nervous he was.

It was true, like I said before, you made Dabi a better person along with having a kid. When he first met you, he was alone, with no one, and was the worst he’s ever been in his life but then you came and you made him better. You comforted him about his family even to the point he stopped dying his hair, you made him feel good about himself. Dabi doesn’t want to break up with you again and so far, he’s been pretty good at that but no matter how good he gets, he’s always going to be him. 

But you’re always going to be you and you cancel him out. Well…to a certain extent. “Aw, touya. I love you too.” You cooed gently pecking his lips and he smacked his tongue against the roof of his mouth “I ain’t say that and you taste good.” Dabi said looking away with a flushed face. His eyes were locked on your ice cream cone and he took a huge chunk out of the nearly-melted ice cream. You pressed your hand against his face as you gasped loudly “Touya!” He only laughed at your complaints and kissed you.

The kiss which you thought was going to be innocent turned deep and open-mouthed but of course, nothing could stay innocent with Dabi. “Okay, Okay, tomorrow.” You said backing away from the man who let out a small whine at your words “Why not tonight?” Dabi asked and you rolled your eyes while you began to make your way to the passenger seat of the car.

“Because you have a son and a brother that are staying the night.” You said opening the car door and hoping in the seat while Dabi leaned against the window like he didn’t own the car. The boys were fast asleep in the back, shoto’s phone was set up still playing some cartoon and the only thing left of the ice cream cone was a small piece of the waffle cone left on the seat “Sho can go back to his dorms…” Dabi said and you smiled at him using the nickname for his brother, he never called him anything other than ‘shitface’ until you gave him a nickname.

You leaned closer and kissed him lightly “Kei’s still here, now drive us home.” You said giving him the sweetest smile that made him obey and walk over to his side. You licked your ice cream again as you looked back at the teenager and the toddler who slept soundly together, they were so adorable lying there together! But maybe Shoto needs to stay in school instead of trying to spend every minute with his nephew.

ps. no au!!

you were just relaxing in your bedroom with dabi watching some stupid movie who was not paying attention at all when the small smell of smoke filled your nostrils. of course dabi didn't notice, he was used to it and all so you were the one that got up.

but you did not expect the smell to come from your child's room and you certainly did not expect to find him glaring at his wooden toy that was in flames. it was one of those toys where you had to put the correct shaped block into the rightful hole and kaede hated it! but you said he had to learn. well, it seems like he's had enough of it.

kaede's palms still had sky blue (a bit lighter than dabi's)flames coming from them only adding to the fire "uh...bae?" you shouted keeping your eyes on the kid. you had no idea what to do. kaede wasn't even supposed to get his quirk yet! he wasn't even seven...and it was dabi's so he would know what to do.

by now there was a cloud of smoke and dabi had to notice it "whatever is on fire is not my fault! i swear this time!" you rolled your eyes at his comment as kaede turned his head to you, his gaze softening. dabi appeared by your side and took in the scene and loudly sighed.

"oh my fu–freaking...I said freaking." dabi said correcting himself before you could even scold him. he pushed past you and grabbed kaede by his underarms with his arms facing outward "alright keep your arms up like a statue while mommy cleans up your mess." dabi said as he left the room and headed to the kitchen. he smiled at how you grumbled annoyingly while beginning to put out the fire.

kaede glanced behind him at his room "did i make mommy mad?" he asked as dabi set him down in the kitchen to turn on the sink. kaede climbed onto his little stool and let dabi guide his hands under the water "no, more like I did." dabi said knowing you were annoyed that kaede got his quirk for a various of reasons. I mean he already looked liked him and now he has his quirk that may I add, causes HELL for you.

"ohh...sorry you made her mad." kaede said rubbing his palms together as if he was washing his hands and dabi shrugged "whatever, do your hands hurt?" he asked and smiled when kaede shook his head no. that was his biggest fear. kaede getting his quirk and everything bad that came with it, he didn't need him ending up a villain like him. it was already bad enough he was associated with it.

"if it hurts when it happens again tell me okay?" dabi said and kaede nodded cheerfully as he bit on his lip while beginning to play in the water. at least there was a guarantee that kaede wouldn't grow up so painful like he did.

"touya! you better be teaching him how to use that quirk!"

"yes ma'am."

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is he REALLY the master baiter?

Dabi, coming back from a mission.

Tomura: “You’re back. Did you get the info we need?”

Dabi: “Yeah, I even got photos on my phone.”

Tomura: “Show us.”

Dabi, scrolling on through his photos: “Sure.”

Dabi, scrolling past Hawks nudes.

Mr. Compress covering Toga’s eyes.

Spinner: “Uh, Dabi—“

Dabi: “One sec.“

Dabi, scrolling past his own nudes.

Tomura: “Jesus—“

Dabi: “They’re in here somewhere, did I pass them?”

Dabi, scrolling past a photo of Twice shirtless.

Twice, flattered: “Aww.”

Toga: “What am I missing?”

Tomura: “We don’t have all day, Dabi.“

Dabi: “I swear they’re here.“

Dabi, scrolling past a photo of Tomura sleeping.

Tomura: “what the fuck—“

Dabi: “Here they are.”

friends to practice on

Ive needed to do this to him lately