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The Black Sun Swallows Whole

shigaraki x reader, scifi au

Consumed by grief after the death of your parents, you throw yourself into researching their killers, a company called The Abyssal Factory lead by All For One, who claim to be for the betterment of society. When you're given the opportunity to fight back against their corruption, you jump at the chance. However, as you get more entangled with your fight against unchecked power, you find that everything is not as it seemed, especially when it comes to the heir to the company, Tomura Shigaraki.

Chapter 1: Vita coming 4.4

WHAT NEW TOUYA ART???! WHERE WHERE ????

MEOWS LOUDLY!!!!!!

MEOWS EVEN LOUDER!!!!!

L.O.V.E

🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

masterlist / keigo lore / cold soba

checkpoint;

keigo lore

cw; mentions of suicide, mentions of drug addiction, allusions to SA, mentions of running away, mentions of familial death from overdose, allusions to anxiety and depression, please please please do not read this if any of these are triggering to you, this chapter is not super important to the plot, it’s a side quest that just explains the history between keigo and touya from the last chapter’s lore drop, MDNI, please be mindful of you’re mental state when reading this chapter

who is keigo takami?

well to put it simply, keigo takami is an older brother and works as a restaurant bar manager. but who is keigo takami beneath that?

keigo takami is a broken child.

when keigo was two years old, his sister was born. that was fine, he loved playing with her and watching her grow up. from two years old to seven years old, life couldn’t have been better, he had his parents and his sister. when he was six things between his parents got a bit rocky, but still that was okay. he still had them and his sister.

until he didn’t.

when keigo was seven, he learned that not all parents stay together. he also learned what cheating really was and why his sister didn’t really look like him. his dad said he’d take care of him and that he’d still get to see him, that didn’t last very long.

when keigo was ten, his dad remarried and moved away; he never saw him again. keigo had to take care of himself, his sister, and his mom who found her solace in drugs. little keigo did what he could, which as a ten year old, wasn’t much.

when keigo was fourteen, he met touya at school. the two became friends fast, hanging out at school, or the park when they had the time. neither of them wanted the other at their house for varying reasons.

in the summer between freshman and sophomore year when keigo was 15, he and touya began dating. it was the happiest keigo had been in years, but he still had his mom and sister to take care of. keigo worked hard to make sure that his sister was taken care of, that his mom was doing okay, and that his relationship lasted. he started working as a busser and dishwasher for a restaurant. working as many hours as he could, he’d take the bus after school and on weekends.

when keigo was sixteen, his sister tried running away in hopes to make it easier for keigo. she got as far as the park five blocks from their house before keigo found her. “i need you here, i can’t lose you, please little sis. it’s just you and me against the world. i will always protect you and take care of you. no matter what happens, i promise to always be there.” his words had made them both cry and she followed him home. that night, keigo held his sister while they fell asleep for the first time since they were kids.

when keigo was seventeen, a number of things happened. in may, he bought touya a promise to give him on their anniversary in september. in june, his sister tried to kill herself, she wouldn’t tell him why, but he thought it might have something to do with her ex-boyfriend or maybe their mom. in july, his mom passed away and he started working more to get a place for his sister and him to live. keigo never got to give touya the ring, because in august dabi, as he apparently now went by, broke his heart. keigo was left wondering if it was his fault.

when keigo was eighteen, he graduated high school and started working nearly everyday. he saved up enough to buy a car and would take his sister to school in the morning before going to work. his sister got into gaming as an escape and he did everything he could to support her. keeping her face hidden, she started streaming and soon enough started making money.

“keigs, i got money from streaming my games.” his sister had said one morning on the drive to school, keigo was almost twenty while his sister was a few months shy of being eighteen.

“that’s awesome chickadee, how much did you get?” he glanced at her from the driver seat while stopped at a red light.

“nine hundred dollars.” keigo gaped at his sister in shock, a car honked behind them, and he started driving again.

“that’s amazing, i’m so proud of you little sister.” she smiles at his words, feeling shy at what she says next.

“i want you to have it.” he’s shaking his head before she even finishes talking.

“no.”

“but keigs-”

“i said no, save it for college. don’t waste it on me.”

“It’s not a waste to me. i want to spend it on you. you’re my big brother, you take care of me.”

“exactly, i take care of you. not the other way around.”

“keigo please.”

“i said no.”

she doesn’t say anything more but a couple weeks later he has new clothes for work and a new phone for his birthday, he doesn’t bring it up.

and now, keigo is twenty-four, working a restaurant bar manager position that he worked his ass off to prove himself worthy of and get promoted to. he has them living in a two bedroom apartment in a nicer part of town, his little sister is in college and still streaming.

and the love of his life, the boy that broke his heart, is sitting on the couch in his living room, looking very much like he belongs there. keigo’s heart breaks all over again, and the ring he keeps hidden in the back of his closet calls his name for the first time in years.

he’s fucked.

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wait pause

are you a tomura selfshipper or a dabi selfshipper

i’m a whore so both but if i HAD to pick one it’d probably be (pls don’t make me pick it’s such a hard decision)

hawks

probably touya

(yes ik i’m doing tomura series but there’s js not enough love out there for him)

— 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈𝐈 — piedmont. —

⤥ gn!reader. no quirk au. fame au. exes -> lovers.

four years of no contact. it’s been four years since the two of you laid eyes on each other, yet that never stopped the ceaseless thoughts. after splitting to focus on your careers, you thought you would never see him again. it seemed the universe was aching to prove you wrong.

m.list. previous. next.

the piedmont.

it was a name you hadn’t heard in the long time you’d been away from home. you would often find yourself looking back onto the shared experiences held within those four walls. reminiscing in hopes of bringing any form of semblance of home back to the forefront of your mind.

now here you were, finally settled back into the confines of your own house, in your own country, in your own town. you found your career to be a blessing, but nothing beat the comfortability of your own room and your own bed.

you could practically hear the shrill voices of your friends already, celebrating the return of your coveted friend group. you had to admit, it was difficult being so far; but it wasn’t just you. it seemed the stars had finally aligned with the wishes and whispered pleading that came from the group of you. you couldn’t remember the last time you all had your feet on the same soil. yet somehow, now, you could finally look upon the faces of all those you held dear in person, instead of over the phone. sincerely, it felt like a cosmic hand had lowered itself to push you all together again.

including bringing back the one person you tried to keep locked permanently out of your racing mind.

hitoshi.

stupid fucking hand.

there was no hatred harbored in your heart toward your ex. if anything, your relationship was teetering on the border of something amiable. in a way, this was frustrating. typically a breakup creates some sort of tension, augments some sort of hatred. unfortunately, shinsou was someone who kept his nonchalance in check, making it difficult to loathe the person he was after the separation. often times, you wished he wouldn’t have made everything so easy. holding contempt for him would be easier than the complete neutral feeling you had toward him that settled within you.

neither of you made the effort to keep in touch. you broke up, went your separate ways, and kept those ways separate. until now, of course.

the finishing touches of your look finally came together, and you dissociatively stared back at your reflection.

maybe he won’t show…?

you aimlessly tapped your finger on the bathroom counter that you found yourself leaning on. repeatedly tapping, tapping, tapping, until you had to forcefully pull yourself from the solid grasp of your overthinking.

who cares if he’s there? we’re cool. him and i are cool. we’re friends. stop freaking out.

pulling yourself together, you placed each strand of hair in its rightful position, smoothed what wrinkles you could from your outfit, and turned on your heel out of the bathroom. one foot in front of the other. until you reached your front door and finally hustled yourself out of the house.

tonight was about seeing your favorite people. tonight was not about worrying over a guy you dated. you might’ve been exes, but you were still friends. somewhat.

the buzzing that came from your phone in your hand caught your attention as you carefully locked the door behind you.

⎯⎯⎯⎯

bright neon letters shone in front of you, illuminating the features on your anticipated expression. katsuki’s car parked a few spaces away gave you the indication that the others were definitely waiting for you inside. the moment you stepped through the door of the building your senses were met with music on high volume, voices reverberating, bodies bustling, and ten pairs of eager eyes. it wasn’t hard to pick them out of the crowd. it never was.

your feet were barely able to carry you to where your friends stood, before you were met with their expected clamor.

“oh my god!” a voice sprung in your ear, bringing a wide smile to the canvas of your face. your arms were quick to reciprocate the hug uraraka had engulfed you in, giving her a tight squeeze that said ‘i missed you too’.

you gave this same treatment to the rest of your friends, giving one hug after another; saying words of greeting to whoever found themselves in your embrace.

it was strange how each person seemed to look the exact same as the last time you saw them, yet, sporting aspects you had yet to witness first hand. it made you feel better knowing the people you grew up with hadn’t changed too much. adulthood made your friends before you glow in a radiance that suited them well.

“you look good,” hanta expressed, draping an arm around your shoulders, “finally found a sense of style, i see.”

his smirk didn’t do well from deterring the playful hit you landed on his abdomen, “i’ve always had style, asshole.”

you found yourself, moments later, with a drink in your hand and a smile still stubbornly adorning your face as you watched the people surrounding you catch up as if no time had passed.

denki still had the same sense of humor that made your face hurt, and it was showcased perfectly as kirishima retorted the banter with ease. the feeling of nostalgia ran high; everyone was finally back and you couldn’t have felt more comfortable than in this moment.

the group of you huddled around a small standing table a good distance from the bar, leaning on each other for stability.

“is shinsou not coming?” izuku asked through the noise that filtered through the air. a few shared glances between the eleven of you ended in awkward side eyes pointed in your direction.

“stop looking at me like that,” you chuckled out.

it wasn’t a foreign notion to your friends that shinsou was a touchy subject. you tried time and time again to reassure that ya’ll were okay with each other. yet, even still, talk of shinsou was treated like taboo if you were in the vicinity. it was mainly to accommodate you, which you thought was a sweet gesture.

a few awkward laughs permeated through the group.

your eyes rolled slightly, “guys, really, it’s okay to talk about him. i’m not going to explode if i hear his name.”

“you sure about that?” katsuki retorted as he stared at you over the rim of his cup, one of his brows arched.

midoriya landed a soft jab into bakugou’s side, causing the blonde to jump with a frustrated grunt. you watched the two silently mouth profanities to each other, eliciting a giggle from your throat.

jirou grabbed your empty hand from where her and denki stood across you, “we just don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything,” her thumb caressed the back of your hand gently. she was always so careful with you, so attentive, “i wouldn’t imagine talking about your ex isn’t very thrilling.”

“it’s thrilling for toshi,” denki blurts, “y/n is his favorite topic, actually.”

kaminari laughed proudly at his own words while the rest of the group laughed along with him. you chuckled awkwardly, letting your gaze fall to the lacquered wood that your fingers mindlessly traced shapes into. you knew hitoshi well enough to remember his tendencies, but even so, you weren’t particularly excited to learn whether he ever got over you after all these years. you had tried your best to move on and create something for yourself without letting him cloud your mind, and you hoped he was able to find the same path. according to denki, however, it seemed shinsou hadn’t let go quite yet.

or maybe denki was joking and you were mistakenly taking his words to heart. either way, why should you care? it wasn’t your problem if hitoshi had left things in the past or not. you and him hardly talked anyhow. what he grappled with in his own time was his responsibility, and you weren’t going to worry yourself over something you had left behind years prior.

“this conversation is not passing the bechdel test,” toga sighed.

you nodded your head in agreement, silently pleading for any kind of topic change, ”uh, how is the short film coming along?”

ochako and himiko beamed brightly at your question.

“our team is great,” ochako began, suddenly ripe with excitement, “the filming process has been so fun because the actors actually love being apart of the project —“

“unlike last time,” toga playfully interrupted.

uraraka rolled her eyes, intertwining her arm with the blonde’s and turning back to you.

“do you think you could take some photos for us again?” she questioned with big eyes, “we want some promo shots and a picture for the poster.”

you cracked a smile, grateful that your friends trusted you with this task. last time you helped them was during the beginning of both your careers, and now, the three of you had grown so much, “of course i will.”

the abruptness of denki’s sudden excited movements jarred you out of the moment you had happily sunk into.

“shinsou, over here!”

it’s almost as if something otherworldly pushed your head in his direction. without meaning to, almost completely subconsciously, you quickly looked over your shoulder to find his brooding eyes already locking intently with yours. even though four years had passed, and even though he stood halfway across the crowded bar, he still looked the same as the day you left.

you should look away. you know you should. but, the way you watched shinsou visibly stop in his tracks, watched his demeanor instantly change almost as if to adjust to your presence, had your eyes glued to the boy. you were so lost in your stare that you almost didnt notice monoma pop out from behind him, annoyingly pushing hitoshi to where the rest of you resided.

you swiftly turned your gaze away and back to your friends who were watching you closely. embarrassingly so.

“way to be nonchalant,” hanta said quietly in your ear. you shot him a glare and he was quick to back off after letting out a chuckle.

“don’t worry guys,” neito said from behind you as the pair neared the group, “the fun has finally arrived,” you could practically hear his stupid smirk. everyone let out a collective groan, wishing he would crawl back into the dank hole he most definitely derived from.

but you didn’t dare turn back, especially not when you could feel hitoshi standing directly behind you, virtually blocking you from turning to leave.

monoma joined the rest of you, slipping himself between denki and sero, yet shinsou didn’t move. his figure stayed put, standing comfortably in your shadow.

should i say something?

you watched the others banter about while it took far too long for you to convince yourself to greet him from where he stood behind you. when you finally did, turning your head over your shoulder, his eyes were already locked with yours.

has he just been staring at the back of my head?

“hey,” you said through the noise filtering through the bar, giving him an awkward smile.

shinsou shot a smile back, taking your spoken word as his sign to move his feet that felt glued to the floor from the moment he walked in, “hey.”

hitoshi took the barely open spot next to you, keeping his hands snug within his jean pockets. the silence between the two of you was suffocating — palpable. yet in that suffocation, was a comfort you had been without for four years. you were ashamed to say you missed it, even. you both watched the others as they engaged in conversation, but neither of you spoke; only listened.

“i’m going to the bar,” hitoshi said to you, leaning his body into yours to grab your attention, “want something?” he asked, pointing to the empty drink you held tightly in your hand.

you stared at the glass, not quite able to tell if you were glad it was empty or wished you could will it back to fullness.

your head nodded, “uh, yeah…sure.”

“you, uh,” he raised a brow, “wanna come with me?”

maybe it was how crowded the bar was, or how loud everything had suddenly become, but hitoshi seemed closer than before and you felt your breath stop short in your throat.

all you could muster was a single nod of your head, which was enough for him to take the lead with you close behind him.

reaching the bar, you ordered your drinks as you made yourself comfortable next to him.

“since when are you a beer guy?” you ask with a slight chuckle.

hitoshi shot back a grin, “since i have to drive home.”

“you came with monoma right?” you asked, remembering how they walked in together. shinsou nodded his head, “couldn’t you make him drive?”

you both looked over to where the rest of the group stood across the room. monoma was interjecting into every conversation, loud as usual as he sipped on the drinks of your friends.

“you’re joking, right?”

a laugh slipped from your mouth, “yeah, i don’t even know why i asked.”

he looked over at the drink that rested on the wood in front of you — the drops of condensation slowly making its way to stain the surface. shinsou watched as you slowly circled the rim of the glass with your finger.

“who’s driving you home?”

you turned to look him the in the eye for the first time since taking your place at the front bar, “me,” you replied.

the way he raised a single brow at your word elicited a roll from your eyes, “do i need to take that away from you?” he asked, a smirk painting his face.

“shut up,” you replied with a scoff, turning your head to hide the smile that slowly formed on your lips.

this felt natural — felt good. you were ashamed to say how much you missed talking with him like this. the casualness of it all brought a comfort to your soul.

“if you need a ride, i can drive you.”

why can’t i stop fucking smiling?

“i won’t,” you stated, meeting his gaze once again, “need a ride, that is. uh…thanks, though.”

the interaction ended as quick as it started; silence radiating between the two of you. shinsou kept his eyes trained on you as you looked away, losing yourself in thought once more.

“so,” he shimmied himself closer to your figure, keeping his elbows planted firmly on the bar. well, as firmly as he could considering his nerves were shot just being beside you again.

you giggled without meaning to, “so.”

how long had you been standing here? what really lasted seven minutes felt like three hours.

“you look different,” he instantly thought to mend his wording when you shot him a side eye, “good different. you look really good.”

“you look the same.”

a chuckle you knew far too well flooded your ears, “that means i’ve still got it. i knew my youthful glow was noticeable,” he laughed again when you rolled your eyes, “i can let you in on my skincare routine if you want.”

“and you’re still a smart ass, too. good to know,” he could tell you were messing with him by how wide your grin was. he could never forget the way your face glowed when you laughed. he always saw it in his head, but he was grateful to see it in person again.

“what’ve you been up to?” hitoshi turned his body so he could face you completely, leaning his side against the hardwood.

“denki told me you’ve been good at keeping up with that sort of thing,” you eyed him with a subtle grin.

“what sorta thing?”

good to know he still hadn’t stopped doing the ‘playing stupid on purpose’ act, “me.”

you giggled to yourself when he bowed his head with a dramatic sigh.

“first of all,” he started, “believing that ass hat is actually crazy. kudos to you for trusting a single word out of his mouth, you are so brave.”

you now turned your body to face shinsou completely, mimicking the way he stood, “is there a second of all?”

“do you want there to be?”

your shoulders shrugged and you still couldn’t wipe the smile from your face; your cheeks were starting to hurt, “maybe,” you responded.

hitoshi nodded his head slowly, taking in your features with a smirk resting comfortably on his face, “do you keep up with what i’ve been doing?”

“please,” you scoffed, “i have much better things to do with my time,” you playfully rolled your eyes and he took a swig of his drink, “i mean, it’s hard to not know what you’re up to when your name is in every headline right now,” you answered honestly.

“oh, so you are keeping up,” he wore a disgustingly shit eating grin, “that’s cute.”

“don’t even with me, stalker.”

another silence settled in the air between you and hitoshi. you looked away from him, opting to watch your friends as they kept a conversation going. toga was elaborately telling some sort of story which had kirishima hunched over with laughter. you watched them as shinsou watched you — admiring the way your lips pouted, the swoop of your nose, the way your eyelashes fluttered when you blinked.

you weren’t oblivious to the way his eyes were glued to you. he had always done this.

“what?” you asked, cocking your head as you caught his gaze with yours.

“nothing,” the way he stared at you was pure and inquisitive, taking in every piece of you that he could, “just…haven’t seen you in a while.”

“takin’ in the view, huh?” you said with an awkward chuckle, obviously messing around. you didn’t know how to combat his sincerity with anything other than a joke. who could blame you. it had been four years since you spoke to him; which was was to break up and say goodbye.

“yeah. if you’re good with that.”

you knew it was obvious how your breath caught in your throat by the way his lips curled into a grin. the most you could do was stare — stuck blinking at the boy in front of you.

since when was he this bold?

“hey! you guys!” izuku’s voice cut through the air that grew thick between the few inches that separated you and hitoshi.

midoriya beckoned the two of you over back to the group.

“probably suggesting to hit up another place,” he said to you as you downed the rest of your drink, “you gonna go?”

“it’s not like i have anything else to do,” you responded, finally moving your feet to carry yourself back to where the night started.

“cool,” he tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, “cool.”

you giggled silently to yourself at his single word response as he practically attached himself to you, following as close as he could behind you.

“you’re still a fuckin’ dork.”

a/n: the way i hit every roadblock imaginable trying to come up with ANYYYY interaction for this chapter actually had me tweaking. dni. ANYWAY!!! as u can tell i gave the chapters namesss, which are song names!!! specially songs from the don’t dream it’s over playlist which u should totally listen to btw hehehe (im very proud of that playlist and need someone to appreciate it)

ALSO!! this would probably count as a “backstage” piece of info BUT in my head PwA sounds like a mix of the bands slowdive, fleshwater, and destroy boys soooo do with that what you will

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♪ ༘⋆ drawn to you — t.todoroki smau

♪ ༘⋆ iii. practice session v. tbd

iv. showtime (𝄞) m.list

the bar was packed. compared to your first day of work there, the amount of people crammed into the dim lit space had basically tripled. even though, the band wouldn't go on for a couple hours, the place was already bustling with excitement. rumi, whose shift had begun an hour prior to yours, was already running around passing out drinks and taking orders, while keigo had taken to bartending for tonight. he spotted you and took his hand off the tab he was pulling beer from to wave you over. hesitantly you pushed through the crowds and made your way behind the bar. 

"don't you clean up nice, ace."

he lazily slung an arm over your shoulder and pulled you into a quick side hug. you weren't bothered by the physical contact, keigo had already seemed like the touchy type on your first day. not in a bad way, though. he was just very extroverted. you were actually more put off by the nickname.

"ace?" you looked back at him – an eyebrow raised and your head tilted to the side. he laughed, finishing up the beer and setting it down for one of the patrons at the bar. when he turned back to you, his laugh had turned into a cheeky grin. before keigo could offer up his reason for the nickname, rumi jumped in.

"he gives all staff nicknames, it's a whole thing." you hadn't even seen, when she had rejoined you, but she was on her way back on the floor with a full try, just as quickly. "be glad, that yours isn't bird themed."

rumi left without another word and you turned back to keigo. "you seriously give everyone a nickname?" he shrugged, grabbing the ticket one of the servers had just put in. "yep." he grabbed a bottle of tito's from the shelf and poured it over a glass of ice. "it's more fun that way." that seemed to be the extent of his answer, before he added one more thing. "everyone, except rumi that is." 

you watched her weave through the masses, confidently carrying the tray to her tables. on your first day, you had been a little intimidated by her. she was taller than you, by quite a margin. you were pretty sure, that she at least matched keigo in terms of height. that was only half of it, though. not only did she exude a confidence, you could only hope to ever match in your dreams, but she was ripped. like really fucking ripped. she had worn a compression shirt the other day, that had shown off every single rippling muscle in her upper body. and again today, in a loser shirt, you could spot the way her bicep and forearm tensed under the drink tray, with every little movement.

"why?" you asked; your eyes still following the woman's movements. keigo stood next to you, his eyes following where you were looking. "let's just say, i can still feel the bruise from the day i tried." a snort escaped you, involuntarily. mocking your boss on your second day of work had not exactly been on your to-do-list for today, but keigo didn't seem to mind. he just accepted your reaction and flashed you another cheeky smile.

"by the way, if you do mind the nickname, let me know." 

"i don't."

he nodded before turning to the side to hand a young woman her vodka cranberry. with a wink and an almost unnoticeable flash of his tongue between his teeth, he wished her a fun night. you felt even more affirmed in your assumption, that he just flirted with everyone under the sun. you hushed to the back of house and tied the black apron around your waist. rumi had been sweet enough to already put in a little notepad and pen for you, so that you could quickly get back onto the floor and start taking orders. when you got back behind the bar, rumi quickly went over your section with you. she also told you that keigo would let you both take a break during the band's set, so you could enjoy it outside of working. 

for the next two hours, the two of you took care of your tables, but whenever you passed each other, you couldn't resist quipping about customers being idiots or just throwing each other air kisses. you had worked in customer service before, though by now, that had been almost half a year ago, but you had never had an infant connection with any coworker the way you had wit rumi. it was only your second day of working together, but the way your shared laughters echoed over the loud atmosphere of the black wing, most customers would probably assume, that you had known each other all your lives. there was something refreshing about being around her and keigo. even though, all three of you were working, you felt an ease that was more akin to a hangout between friends. having pretty much only tomura to talk to – and your mother, though that was an entirely different thing – had taken more of a toll on you, than you would have liked to admit. 

"you, all right, ace?"

keigo playfully flicked your forehead with his pointer. ripped from your thoughts, your hand moved to the point of impact. he hadn't flicked hard enough for it to hurt, but you still looked up at him. he watched your brows furrow and your lips purse, clearly amused by your expression.

"what was that for?" you crossed your arms in front of your chest, tilting your head upwards to look at him even closer. his grin didn't falter for one second. "you were spacing out."

"oh shit, i'm sorry." your eyes suddenly found the ground below you much more interesting than keigo's face. he just laughed. if you hand't felt like he had just caught you red-handed, you would have been offended. "don't worry. you're not in trouble." you could hear in his voice, that he was suppressing yet another laugh. "just worried about ya, ace."

you blinked a few times unsure of what to make of him seeming so genuine, but went back to work pretty quickly. he kept his eyes on you for a bit, as if to wait for your response. after a few seconds you just shrugged it off with a perfectly practiced 'it's fine, just a bit nervous'. he figured you had meant the concert and the crowd that had come along with it. considering it was your second shift, it made sense, that you would be nervous. you didn't feel the need to elaborate and he left you to serving drinks.

the bar got very crowded, very quickly. compared to just a few hours ago, when you thought, that it had already been full, it was now packed. you were aware that lov had amassed quite the following online, which was in big parts thanks to tomura's already huge twitch following. but you would have never guessed, that so many people would squeeze into the bar to see them play live. you overheard conversations here and there, as you made your way back from the floor to rumi. most were talking about how excited they were. some spoke about how well they liked the new ep; others of course discussed how much better or worse it held up compared to their older music. here and there you even heard comments that went something like 'oh my god, dabi is so hot! i can't wait to see him play!' or 'i hope tomura notices me, i would literally die if he looked at me!' you snorted out a quiet laugh, as rumi leaned on the alcohol shelf behind you two. her eyes followed yours, watching the group of girls that was sipping for your brother and his fellow bandmate. 

"looks like they're going on." she nodded toward the stage that was being lit by a singular spotlight.

keigo stood at the center of it, tapping lightly on the microphone in front of him. the shrill of the feedback, made you wince. keigo had noticed a couple people being put off by it and tried covering it up with an awkward laugh.

"give it up for lov!" he hadn't even finished the announcement before loud cheers already drowned out the sound of his voice. "performing their new ep 'disintegrate' for the very first time tonight!"

you doubted that anybody had been paying attention to keigo's words. right as he had finished up his introduction, the first of the band members had stepped on stage. lazily spinning his drumsticks in his hands, spinner passed keigo with a quick nod and took his spot behind the drums. he was followed by himiko skipping over to the right, where he keyboard was. even from as far away as you stood, you could see that it was plastered full with various stickers. from the moment himiko walked onto the stage, you could hear the clicking of a camera shudder and see multiple consecutive flashes coming from the crowd. ochaco was true to her word – taking pictures almost entirely exclusively of himiko. though to be fair, you would most likely do the same, if only to piss of tomura. speaking of, him and dabi came onto the stage last. both taking their place at the center, though dabi was a bit further to the left. they both slung their instruments over their shoulders, fine-tuning them before beginning to prepare for the first song of the set. you could barely hear them introduce themselves or their first song over the loud cheers that blared through the crowd. by the time the cheers and screams had died down a bit, they had played halfway through the first chorus and keigo had slipped back behind the bar.

"feel free to go up front, by the way." he pulled out a bottle of whiskey behind rumi and poured himself a glass. "talked to the owner and he said it's fine." he winked at the two of you earning himself a death glare from rumi and a deadpan expression from you. the feigned annoyance at your boss was short-lived, especially when rumi grabbed your wrist to pull the two of you through the crowd. you were sure, that she was going to get pushed back or at the very least get some nasty insults thrown at her, but most people you two passed were simply too intimidated by the woman to say a thing. that didn't save you from the salty looks cast your way. and yet, by the time they had finished the first song, you were at the very front, basically right in front of where dabi had positioned himself. when he noticed you standing in the front row, staring up at him, he threw you a cheeky smile. much to the dismay of tomura, he even added a little bass riff at the end of the song, finishing it off with a wink in your general direction. which of course, about ten other fans that stood around you two, decided, had been thrown at them. you were pretty sure, yourself, that he hadn't meant it for you specifically. rumi would have disagreed, if you had asked for her opinion, that is.

it felt like they were blasting through their songs. half an hour passed you by in a blink and suddenly they were halfway through with their set. you and rumi had gone back to the bar under the guise of at least working a little bit. (you were both standing on the bar counter dancing.) keigo had yet to complain, so you were just enjoying the moment for now. you didn't take note of the bright blue eyes trained on you, watching your every move. he hadn't even really wanted to, but he had glanced in your general direction and just noticed, that you looked like you were having the most fun out of everyone in this room. something about the way you just ignored everything around you and completely lost yourself, to the point that he was almost scared, that you would fall off the counter, kept drawing him in, even as he tore his eyes away from you to engage with the remaining crowd. 

when the band got to their last few songs, rumi and you were sitting on the counter, exhausted from dancing. the two of you were laughing so hard, that you both struggled to catch your breath, which in turn only lead to the two of you laughing even harder. sitting on the counter had gotten you a couple of reprimanding looks from keigo, but he was glad, still, that the two of you were having fun. he stood behind the bar, leaning forward so he could easily turn his head sideways to look up at the two of you. the three of you remained like this for the rest of the show, with only keigo moving every once in a while, when someone ordered another drink. every now and again he would sigh.

"if only i had staff, i paid to make drinks." he still ended up pouring all the drinks himself, even shooing you away, when you had wanted to help him.

lov had just finished the final song of their encore, leaving the stage after bowing, even though the entire crowd was screaming for them to get back out. himiko was the only one who peeked her head out from back stage one last time. though only to throw up a piece sign and stick her tongue out for ochaco to take a picture. rumi and you were forced to go back to work pretty quickly after, when the crowd stormed the bar, obviously needing their post-concert refreshment. you fell back into the same rhythm from before, chitchatting with the two of them and bickering back and forth while swiftly finishing up all the orders. 

rumi had left about two hours before the bar officially closed. technically, keigo had offered to send you home early as well, but you had just figured you would stick around and have tomura drive the two of you home. reluctantly he had accepted and let you help him out with closing. the bar was closed officially, but keigo had let the band stick around in the basement to come down from the show and have a little celebratory jam session. 

you had no idea how it had happened, really, but out of nowhere ochaco and himiko had popped up in front of the bar counter. with the latter grabbing ur wrist and dragging you along with them to the basement. the room was very small and crammed to the brim with music equipment, a battered, old couch and a little pile of what you assumed to be jackets, pants and whatever else musicians apparently needed to change on a whim. spinner had claimed the couch for himself using his drumsticks to keep a haphazard beat. tomura was sitting to his right on the floor, his trusty electric guitar was plugged in, but he wasn't playing any of their songs just jamming to the rhythm his drummer was giving him. on spinner's right was dabi, who joined in here and there with a little bass riff, to harmonise with tomura. you were in awe that he could play laying on the floor with his legs up leaning on the basement wall. the three almost hadn't heard you come in, too focused on their fun little experiment. when ochaco let the door fall shut behind her, they all looked up. 

"hey guys." spinner was the first to lift himself up and walk over to you with a welcoming smile on his face. "how'd you like it?" he was asking both you and ochaco, but it was clear that he meant pretty much only you. "i loved it." you replied immediately, recounting how amazed you had been by the variety of the songs they had played. 

"we could tell." dabi piped in. he was grinning, too, but something about his expression seemed a lot more mischievous than spinner's. "you know, 'm surprised keigs let you guys dance up there." he chuckled. his eyes almost unnoticeable trailed up and down your body. the glance was fast enough for you to figure, that you had imagined it. 

you grinned. "pretty sure, rumi would have done it regardless." "touché."

dabi looked at you one last time before turning back to his bandmates. "going for a smoke. anybody wanna join?" his eyes trailed the room, waiting for anybody to pipe up. they seemed to hang on you a little longer, than anybody else. you thought for a second. after having been stuck in the stuffy bar for hours, maybe a bit of fresh air would do you good. "i'll go." you finally said.

he nodded before leading the way to the backdoor that led to the back alley behind the bar. keigo had shown it to you once, since that was where all trash had to be disposed of at the end of the night, but he had also said, that he would never let anybody go there on his own. especially not at night. you understood why. it was a barely lit, narrow little alley; away from any type of busy street. especially at night, this alley was entirely deserted. dabi stood next to you, pulling a packet of cigarettes from his jeans' pocket. he tilted the packet toward you, waiting for you to take one. his brows knit together, when you didn't. 

"just needed some air." "ah." he nodded placing the cigarette between his lips. 

from his other jeans' pocket he pulled out a dark purple zippo lighter with some kind of stitch design on it. he flipped it open, watching as a tiny blue flame emerged. your eyes widened. you had never seen a lighter with a purely blue flame before. "cool, huh?" he grinned, bringing the flame close to his face to light the cigarette. 

he took a long drag, purposefully blowing the smoke away from your face. you appreciated it, but you wouldn't have minded it either way. home had always smelled like smoke and nobody had bothered turning away from you, then. after one, two, three more drags he held the cigarette out for you to take. you hesitated. you hadn't smoked before and to be honest, you were a bit worried, that you would embarrass yourself with a coughing fit. you doubted that you could take the embarrassment, especially coupled with the smirk that you knew would be etched onto dabi's face. "no, thanks." you smiled. "no worries."

he continued to smoke. 

"did you wanna cash in, what you were promised?"

"huh?" 

he couldn't help but chuckle at the utter confusion displayed on your face. he crossed his bare, heavily tattooed arms in front of his chest. you didn't like the mischievous glint in the far right corner of his mouth. even only knowing him for as short as you did, you know that couldn't mean anything good.

"i mean, you were promised a kiss with the show." he shrugged.

the words had left his lips so nonchalantly, as if he had just told you how the weather was. he did however find your reaction hilarious. the way your eyes had widened, when your brain had put together what his words meant and how you had to physically stop your mouth from gaping open in utter shock. he couldn't stop grinning at how genuinely shocked you were.

"oh fuck off." 

you tried your best to sound as deadpan, as you could, but you couldn't stop the grin from poking out through your sorry attempt at a blank expression. curse dabi and his damn infectious smile, you thought. he just laughed. he had obviously not meant anything by it, but he might have entertained the possibility of you actually agreeing, even if only for a split second. 

"but seriously, you guys were amazing." 

you beamed, recounting how awesome the experience had been. there was something about the real and raw excitement you showcased, that endeared him. you had such a genuinely kind way of speaking, when you talked about how great they had performed the songs and how you had enjoyed all the ad-libs dabi and tomura had bounced off of each other. you were soft, gentle in a way dabi wasn't familiar to and he felt strangely enveloped by the warmth of your excitement.

"… and that one solo you and tomu did during 'smokescreen' was so cool!" 

"also, you sounded great by the way." your smile was so sweet, it almost ached him to look at you. "i didn't know you sang, too."

he just shrugged. "usually just do backing vocals. i sing main on two songs, though."

you knew which ones he was referring to. one was at least two years old and technically unreleased – you had only heard it, when tomu had played you the demo. and the second was 'blue', which you had noticed, they hadn't performed tonight. then again, a ballad like that probably wasn't suited for a show like that.

"you definitely should sing more." you nudged him lightly. "i mean, if you like to that is."

you backtracked a bit, having realized that might have come off a bit demanding. dabi didn't seem to think so, though.

"well, since you're asking, pretty." 

he emphasized the pet name in a way that mad it clear, that it was meant to tease you a little. you decided to just ignore it. just like you ignored the way dabi's tongue played with the inside of his mouth before his face fell back into his usual cheeky grin. 

he was just about to say something else, when a vibration came from the pocket of his jeans. he pulled out his phone and immediately his face went blank. for a split second there was something unreadable in his eyes, but it was gone as quick as it had shown up. his face was now stone cold. none of the playfulness from before was visible. the blue of his eyes, though still bright, was now ice cold as he stared at her.

"i gotta go." his voice was equally as cold. 

before you could ask any type of question, he had already disappeared into the dark streets.

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that audio clip of the dude going "I hate the rain." And the women replaying with "how could anyone hate the rain."

Except it's Bakugou Katsuki, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, multi-chapter, 20k each chapter fic and the rain scene is where he realizes he's in love with you.