Nightmares and Flare Guns || [KatsukixDabi]

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Katsuki Bakugou was... Complex. As a child, he'd been a spitfire of energy that didn't ever seem to fade before his home life had gotten worse. He'd been a bright kid with a promising future, excited for the life he had ahead of him. Then he'd grown up. His skin got thicker and he could take more from whatever 'punishments' his mother would dish out. As if he'd even call her that anymore. As he'd gotten older, she'd done more, the simple things you'd use to discipline a child becoming beatings before they began growing more frequent. All while his father stood by and did nothing. What kind of man did that? What kind of man stood by and watched his child gain the bruises he himself had to hide just months prior? Watched his son become the shell of himself just like he had?

He thought Masaru was pathetic, but he didn't blame him. Mitsuki had worn him down enough since they'd been married, and while he resented what he had to deal with, he could understand why she was allowed to continue on with him. What he did resent his father for, however, was what he did when the woman wasn't around. He didn't do anything to his son, thankfully, but the boy could still hear him and his 'boyfriend's through the thin walls while he tried to work on homework. Why not just fucking run at that point? He didn't get it. If the man was home at the same time as his wife, they never crossed paths without arguing. Well, was it really an argument if it was just Mitsuki screaming at him about whatever pissed her off that time? Though, the part he hated most was the shared quality with the man. Women had never been appealing to him in the slightest and he despised it. Despised that he was in any way similar to Masaru. Despised that his first crush as a kid had been another boy in his class.

In elementary and middle school he'd been a mixed result of things. He was aggressive and crass, but he did his work, never turning things in late or getting a grade below 85%. Though, that was primarily because he didn't want to know what he might have to deal with if his mother saw anything less. On the other hand, he was mean. He hung around a few kids that enabled him, being the strongest of them and knocking down someone who'd used to be his friend to gain some control. In his final year, though, he went too far. He'd ruined what little was left of his dwindling friendship with Izuku in his eyes and the group of guys he'd called his friends ditched him. It was too far. He didn't apologize, though, not wanting to be weak. He didn't think that being sorry was weak, but he didn't want anyone to see the things he suffered through at home that lead him to lashing out so much. He didn't want to admit he was too weak to keep himself controlled.

Starting high school, he already had a reputation that preceded him, something he did at least try to combat. Midoriya still tried to talk to him, something he despised at first, but he did eventually soften enough to at least coexist even if he was constantly fighting harder to best the other. He couldn't lose, even if he continued getting more bruises than training could have left him with. At least Recovery Girl could help rid him of them before they were moved into the dorms. Something that'd been more of a blessing than he could have ever imagined. It let him cut down the time he spent at home drastically and only forced him back during breaks. He was honestly thankful for it, even if he put up the same mask as always.

It was the winter break of his first year in high school when he finally broke, though. He’d lashed out in return, even if it’d been unintentional, but it was finally too much to keep dealing with. He couldn’t handle constantly being berated and knocked around like he wasn’t on track to be more successful than either of his parents could have dreamed of being. It was Christmas. Sure, they never celebrated it in the Bakugou household, but it was the final straw when he'd merely gone to the bathroom to refill his water bottle and landed himself in Mitsuki's wake. She wasn't having anything and he'd been too quiet or some other bullshit excuse she had pulled out like drawing from a damn hat before nearly leaving him as battered as some of his fights had.

His mind couldn't take it anymore, he'd suffered so much for so long and when she'd moved to take another hit at his face he'd moved to block it. He was genuinely terrified at that moment, his quirk flaring up and scalding her hand and wrist. It wasn't even a particularly bad injury, equating to accidentally spilling boiling water on her at most, but that didn't matter. None of it did. None of his restraint, his constant care put towards not being like her, his dreams of becoming a hero. Nothing mattered. Not anymore.

So, he ran. Everything he'd known, the friends he'd made, the slowly rebuilt relationship with Izuku, the teachers who'd pushed him to do more. All of it was left behind as he barricaded himself in his room just long enough to grab clothes that could actually keep him from dying in the cold and the case containing his costume. Like hell was he leaving without that. It was entirely selfish, but he was never afraid of displaying that. He'd worked hard to get the items and he wasn't willing to let them go, even with everything changing for the worse.

For the first few days, he hid away, sickening himself with how pathetic he felt he'd become because of that woman. He'd dealt with the dissociative states, the occasional panic attacks, the general stress of everything building with nothing to ever ease the pain he felt because of it. He had that for years but managed to keep himself contained enough to at least avoid anyone pushing much at all for details. It wasn't something he could tell anyone about and his bitterness towards his classmates only grew the longer he spent apart from them.

Why did they get to be happy? Why did they get the life he deserved? He'd been praised for his quirk for most of his life, people telling him he'd grow up to do great things far too often only for him to end up like this. It hurt more than the bruises ever had, but the pain only fueled him further from his past prior desires. Mitsuki hadn't even actually wanted him and ruined his life because of it. So, he planned to take it out on the world that had allowed her to, the world that hadn't helped him as he struggled to breathe under the drowning pressure of her 'parenting'.

He'd made his way through the cold trying, and failing, to find any of the members of the group that had kidnapped him. It was... humiliating, but they had some sort of plan that held his interest. He was going to give in to the request that got their previous hide-out destroyed and one member arrested. He was going to join them. And he did, somehow. He'd been a mess when he finally found them more by sheer luck than anything. Hair more untamed than ever and scarlet eyes dull, he reluctantly offered the case with his previous hero garb as collateral in a sense for the chance to speak to them.

To say he was violently detailed in describing the things he wanted to do would be an understatement. He was graphic and potentially a bit unhinged, but who in that group wasn't? Regardless, he joined the ranks, latching all too easily to the other pyro-maniac of the group. Maybe it was how he'd been treated by him when he was kidnapped, maybe it was that he was still incredibly attractive, or possibly both. Probably both, but regardless. He was like a moth to the man's flame, using it to relight his own before continuing to remain as close as he was allowed.


Tonight, however, he was weak once more. He'd been having nightmares every night for a while, but the one he'd just woken up from was different. It was more intense. The focal point was his mother and he couldn't tell if it was a memory or a dream as he woke in tears and a sickly sweet sweat that left him feeling frigid. He... didn't want to be alone after that... So, what did he do? Made his way to Dabi's door, of course, and stood there in frozen silence for at least a minute before knocking softly a few times. His eyes were tired and red from crying, his hands shaking when not shoved as far into his pockets as possible. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep on his own again and if he was lucky, the other male would still be up as well. Even if it was just that he could lay next to him or be in the same room, anything would be better than being by himself at the moment.

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Touya Todoroki–a name he would refuse anyone to use now–was nothing more than a boy born in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong disability. Touya was cursed with a powerful fire quirk–arguably more powerful than his father’s–and a body that could resist an ice quirk like his mother’s. In any normal household this would be managed, the boy would be seen by a quirk expert that would come up with some way to allow the boy to use his quirk without literally boiling himself alive from the inside… except this boy was born to Enji Todoroki, a sadistic bastard hell bent on breeding the next number one hero, solely to spite All Might. Heh, imagine, driving your eldest son to death all because you can’t control your jealousy for a man as bright as the sun and as dumb as a rock.

Luckily for the boy, after his death he was brought back to life and forgotten by his family. He had the misfortune to be found by AFO, another sadistic fuck looking to breed an heir strong enough to erradicate the land of Heroes, and some fucked dcotor that patched up like a ragdoll. Thus Dabi was born. A man with one goal and one goal alone: destroy Endeavor. Although the Cremation user was one of the founders of the League of Villains, he couldn’t care less about AFO’s or Shigaraki’s purpose for creating the group of degenerates, as he only saw this as an opportunity to enact much deserved revenge on his father.

Shit was fucking boring at the hideout. Day in and day out Dabi was subjected to the drab planning of his Boss. The only thing he had to look forward to was his recruitment job. Dabi was in charge of finding members for their League of Degenerates which meant he was able to leave the hideout and wander the streets. That was until they had kidnapped the brat that won the Sports Festival that year–one of Shigaraki’s best plans. The boy was fiery, disrespectful, and proud. His shining blond hair and passionate crimson eyes hit Dabi in the stomach like a truck. The cremation user hadn’t felt anything but hatred in so long he couldn’t even describe this feeling… not that it mattered, the boy was rescued shortly after his capture.

Dabi went on to do his mindless work, finding low life villains to vow themselves to Shigaraki’s vision… but he’d find his mind wandering to the past whenever he saw tufts of blond hair in the sea of pedestrians. Never did he think he’d have another chance to see the kid until to his surprise the blond showed up at their doorstep. Dabi was elated to see him again even if it was impossible to tell his true feelings behind his deadpan face, but he thought he’d make up for that by being some-what of a guardian to the boy while he was new to the League. Even if Dabi kept his distance, afraid to get too close, to get wrapped up in whatever orbital pull the boy had on him. There was something about him that attracted Dabi… could it be his attitude? Quirk? The fact that he was the same age as Tou–Dabi’s beloved little brother? He couldn’t fucking tell, and he really didn’t care. It felt good to be near Bakugou, that’s all that fucking mattered.

Tonight was no different than the others, the cremation user laid awake in his bed, staring mindlessly at the ceiling hoping to have a wince of sleep before the sun came back up, but with the constant nightmares and physical pain that he was in due to his fucked up skin, it was a rare night if Dabi got more than 3 hours of sleep. Just as he began to give up on a ‘normal’ night’s sleep, he reached into the side table next to his bed, pulling out an old porn magazine he found in the alleyway one night. He opened up to the spread of his favorite boy, a cute blond in a tight speedo at the beach. One scarred hand pawing at his cock as he imagined tasting what was beneath when he heard gentle knocking at the door. Who the fuck was bothering him at this time of night? Tossing the nudey mag on the side table he got out of bed lazily and shuffled to the door–not bothering to put on anything aside from the ratty sweats he was already wearing.

Turquoise eyes lit up for just a moment when he saw what was waiting for him behind door number one. He grinned, leaning against the open door frame. “What can I do for you, blondie?”

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The boy faltered after knocking, instantly regretting his decisions as he felt his stomach drop at the sound of his steps approaching. God, he was so fucked. He was positively screwed. Why did he think this would be an idea anywhere near good? Why couldn't he just-

He pressed his lips together as Dabi opened the door, jaw clenched at the question as he sighed softly. He looked fucking pathetic, didn't he? The grin was just because the man could see how horrible he felt at the moment. It was mocking him, wasn't it? This was a terrible idea. Katsuki shook his head, eyes rolling as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Didn't feel like being alone 'n your ass is always awake at ungodly hours like this. I figured I'd test my luck." Not exactly true nor false, but he was sticking to it. Besides, it wasn't like the whole truth would be any less laughable.

"So are you gonna let me in or not? 'M not interested in standing outside your door all night." Mmmh. Maybe being so brash and bratty wasn't the best idea for a guy who looked like he'd been sobbing recently. I mean, not that he'd change or anything, but if he didn't want to get called out, he should make more of an effort to be at least civil right? Oh well. Regardless, he crossed his arms tighter, trying not to look any less composed than he already did glaring up at the older man as he would any other time. He was trying his best, even if it wasn't working.

[CRYBABY]

Dabi watched as the blond immediately entered a defensive stance, crossing his arms over that voluptuous chest and greeting him with a snarky attitude. Exactly what Dabi expected, exactly what Dabi wanted. He smiled down at the boy, moving aside to graciously welcome him into the trash hole that was his room. "Was I your first choice?" he questioned, kinda hoping he was, kinda not surprised if he wasn't. There was a lot more ... appealing people at the League for someone like Katsuki to turn to.

Inside, Katsuki would see a small room similar to the one he was given, except Dabi's had a small window--a luxury as Shigaraki would call it. There was a small, twin sized bed up against the wall below the window that had one black sheet covering the mattress and a rolled up blanket hanging on at the end of the bed. A chipped wooden end table sat at the side of the bed. The rest of the room was bare save a desk with no accompanied char, that was tucked into another corner covered in what Katsuki would only hope was clean laundry that hadn't been folded yet. It wasn't.

Dabi shut the door behind the blond and immediately went back to lounge on his bed, laying on his back with his arms behind his head and his long legs spread out pretty much covering the entirety of the mattress. Which made his next statement look either really stupid or really clever. "Have a seat." His hooded turquoise eyes shone brightly in the dimly lit room.

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"You think I'd go to more than one door?" Snarking back, he rolled his eyes before looking around as he stepped in carefully. It took some skill to navigate the debris, but he was in the hero course once upon a time. However, as he stepped in and noted the surroundings, he looked back at the other as the door shut, watching him return to his bed before pausing. Where was he supposed to sit? On the fucking desk? The end table?

He moved regardless, making his way over to the other before hesitating. Had Dabi meant what he thought? Was he supposed to sit on the man's lap like some fucked up version of a mall Santa? Should he straddle him? Try and make space somewhere else? Ugh. Fuck. Knowing Dabi, whatever would be fine, and if it wasn't? He'd be pushed off and incinerated so... Why not? He slid over Dabi's easily, his body slightly diagonal as he made himself as comfortable as he could on the other man's lap. Facing him was too weird, sitting completely with his back to him too vulnerable, and fully sideways wouldn't leave him properly on his lap. So, with his back leaned slightly against the wall behind him, he looked back at the man, brow arched as he blinked. "This what you wanted?"

[CRYBABY]

Dabi smirked. "How silly of me to forget. A pretty boy like you gets whatever he wants, eh?" Dabi wasn't a fucking idiot, there's no one in the League, not even Shigaraki himself that'd pass up an opportunity for a late night 'chat' with the blond.

The older man waited patiently, sprawled out on his own bed, as the pretty blond calculated the best course of action given his current situation. He was half expecting Katsuki to shove all his dirty clothes on the floor and sit atop the desk just to spite the raven-haired villain, so when instead he started climbing on top, Dabi felt a rush go straight to the pit of his stomach. "Not exactly, but good enough." Dabi cooed, shifting beneath the other to not only adjust his position to hold Katsuki's weight more comfortably but to experience how the boy's ass felt sliding against his crotch. "Now that we're comfortable, I'm gonna get back to my busy night." there was a tinge of sarcasm in his voice, it was clear that Dabi had been doing a whole lot of nothing before Katsuki's arrival.

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The blonde scoffed at the response, rolling his eyes as he moved before taking the seat. He'd certainly debated being spiteful, or just fucking rude by sitting his ass down on the clothes anyway. He really had! But, there was something he enjoyed about the villain he'd come to. So, lap it was, even despite the twist in his own stomach.

When the other moved him, Katsuki rolled his eyes at the comment and scoffed at the mention of the other's plans. His eyes lowered, glancing at the man's current clothing situation before flicking towards the nightstand and raising a brow. "Yeah? Must be some pretty important plans, huh?" Asking with tenfold the sarcasm, he looked back at Dabi, arms crossing over his chest as he leaned towards him slightly. "I guess I should go back, then, wouldn't wanna put those plans off further."

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If Dabi hadn't been sleep deprived he probably wouldn't be in this current situation, not that he was complaining. He had a good little blond boy--his favorite--sitting contently in his lap clearly flirting with him, as if Dabi even knew what that looked like beyond the shit he'd seen on TV. But he was pretty sure Katsuki was at least somewhat interested in him or he would've gotten a blast to the face by now.

"No one said you couldn't stay and join me." he shrugged, narrowing his turquoise eyes in a dare. Aloof as Dabi was he seemed to be a mastermind at manipulation, often knowing exactly what buttons to push to get the kind of result that worked in his favor.

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"Maybe I would if you'd tell me what could possibly be so important you'd break your usually oh-so-packed schedule for it." Snarking back, he sneered down at the man, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the other. Scarlet eyes narrowed back at Dabi in return, the spiky blonde scoffing as he leaned back slightly and looked the man over. "Don't know why you think I'd agree to something when I definitely don't have a clue what it could be."

Yeah. Mocking the man was a good idea, totally. Not like the guy could incinerate him or anything like that. (As if Katsuki cared) But, he made no move to stop. He had no reason to. Death was inevitable, and if Dabi wasn't okay with some sass, he wouldn't have let him in the room. So, why bother, honestly? Worst case scenario, he made bad decisions and got booted back to his room afterward. At least that would be less time he had to be alone.

[CRYBABY]

"Really?" the raven-haired man teased, all the while his fingers absent-mindedly fiddled with the waistband of the boy's pants. "No idea? None at all?" Cold fingertips made their way under Katsuki's shirt, touch gentle enough to tickle the blond's stomach lightly, unlike anything the aloof villain seemed capable of. A small pink blush brushed the un-scarred flesh on his face, eyes never leaving Katsuki's gaze.

Dabi couldn't believe what he was fucking doing. He had just placed his fingertips under the boy's shirt, and if this didn't earn him a blast to the face, the villain would be very, very surprised. There was no god damn way that Katsuki was flirting with him, even in his current predicament with the boy literally sitting on his lap towering over him with dark, scarlet eyes challenging him to make the next move, Dabi couldn't believe the blond had even the slightest interest in him. This was either going to go really good, or really bad, and Dabi couldn't decide which one was more frightening.