Hello everyone! Hey, you ever get a translation for a word that's wrong and the use it too many times in your fics, to go back and fix it? Yeah that's what I did withe the word ban. I can't fix now so we're rolling with it. Sorry for spelling an grammar mistakes, you know me by know. If you like leave a comment! With that enjoy, guys, gals, and non-binary pals!

Sitting in Keigo's' place all by himself made him feel weird. Dabi only allowed himself to go to seat the whole three hours he was, and that was the kitchen to set down the take-out the order hours ago and the living, which is where he's been.

When Keigo asked him to come over tonight, Dabi wasn' planning on being by himself for the whole night. The black-haired man had busied himself with Netflix and eating his own meal forever ago.

He was about to shower and maybe to go to bed in Keigo's room when he finally heard the door open.

"Took you long enough to-" Dabi stopped, "What the fuck happened to you?"

"Hey, hot stuff," the blond said, trying to smile and pass it off that he was okay.

He clearly wasn't judged by the black eye, and the way the hero held the side of his upper torso. Dabi even noticed a little dried blood here and there all over the hero also though Keigo was dressed in civilian clothes and had obviously washed up at his agency.

"The hell happened to you?" Dabi repeated.

Keigo sighed and said, "There was a villain attack on my way to clock out. I went a little longer than I thought it would. Sorry."

"Are you okay?" Dabi asked, not sure of what to do, really.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"What's wrong with your side," Dabi asked.

"Nothing, I'm just being dramatic-"

But it was too late. Dabi had pulled Keigo's arm away and pushed the other man's shirt up to see the dark, ugly bruises that had blossomed across his chest.

"Honestly, Dabs, the worst of it's taken care of, I promise."

The raven-haired man sighed and looked at his boyfriend, "So are you okay?"

"I just told you that-"

"Not what I meant," Dabi said. Keigo closed his eyes and sighed, and Dabi opened his arms to allow the other man to fall into them.

"I'm so tired," Keigo muttered against the taller man's shoulder.

"Rough day?" Dabi asked, wrapping his arms around Keigo's body. The blond only just let out a tired moan.

"Why don't you get ready for bed, I'll bring you your dinner, and we watch TV in bed. How does that sound?"

"Mmh, carry me there," Keigo said.

"Aw, you have legs, you can fucking walk," Dabi said, letting him go.

"You mean," Keigo called as he walked away.

"I try."

XXX

Later, Dabi crawled into bed, handing Keigo he warmed up dinner.

"Thanks," the blond said.

Dabi put on some random movie on TV and laid back in bed. Looking over at Keigo again, Dabi studied his buries around his eye and along his arm. The other man noticed that he was looking at him and asked, "What?"

"You look like shit."

"Oh, thanks for that," Keigo said, rolling his eyes.

"You're welcome."

After he finished eating, Keigo moved his plate to the bedside table and wrapped his arms around Dabi's middle.

"What are you doing?" the black-haired man asked.

"You're warm," Keigo muttered, squeezing him tighter.

"I'm not your heating pack."

"Yes, you are. You're in my bed, so you are."

"Whatever birdbrain," Dabi said, threading his fingers through the blond locks.

"'M so tired," Dabi heard Keigo mutter.

"Then go to sleep," the man said, but Keigo was already ahead of him.

After a minute of watching his boyfriend sleep, Dabi reached for the light and shut the TV off before going to sleep himself.

XXX

When Keigo woke up, everything ached. His chest felt awful, and his black eye wasn't much better. The cuts and scrapes on his arms and legs made him feel worse, and his wings definitely needed to be stretched. All at the same time, his body and limbs felt too heavy to move, so he just buried his face in Dabi's chest.

"You awake?" the black-haired man muttered.

"Wished I wasn't. Cuddle me."

"No."

"Why not?" Do you know how hard that his with your massive fucking wings, dumbass."

"Make an effort," Keigo said, moving his head, pressing his cheek against Dabis pec. A moment later, Keigo felt Dabi lace their fingers together. Better, he thought to himself. Much better.

Just then, Keigo's phone pinged, and he let out a groan.

"Oh gods, why now?" he asked.

"I'll get it," Dabi said, shifting a bit in the blond's tight grip of his waist to grab the phone. After a moment of pause, Dabi asked, "You want some good news?"

"What?"

"You seem to have the day off."

Keigo's head popped up, "Really?!"

"Look," Dabi said, handing him the phone.

"Holy shit, I do," Keigo whispered in disbelief, "I have to be in Kyoto by ten, but I can live with that!"

"So, what are you going to do?" Dabi asked.

"Ask to trade shifts with someone, then go back to sleep. Maybe get brunch later."

"Who the hell goes out for brunch?"

"Me, because it's wonderful."

"Rich boy."

"Shut up!"

XXX

"So did you go through an emo phase at some point in your life?" Keigo asked.

"Bold of you to assume that it's stopped."

They were at the parlor. After finding out the hero had the day off the two slept in for a while longer and then went out to get food. When they were done eating, Keigo followed Dabi to work, seeing as he had nothing booked for that day, and no one would come till the night. That's when all the drunk people came to make life mistakes.

"Honestly, this whole place is set up like it is meant for a music video from the 2000s," Keigo said clumsily, hoping for one black square to another on the checkerboard floor tiles.

"My place, my decor," Dabi said, not looking up from the sketch he was working on at the seat on the couch.

Keigo looked back at him and asked, "Whatcha' working on."

"Concept ideas to hang up," the raven-haired man said, "Been thinking about a lot of simplistic ones lately."

"Really?" the blond asked, unknowing rubbing his thumb along the tattoo that Dabi did on his wrist a few weeks earlier. He walked over to Dabi and sat down next to him.

"They're easier to draw," Dabi said, "But I never feel happy about how they turn out."

"I think it looks nice," Keigo said, resting his head on Dabi's shoulder.

"Your opinion doesn't count."

"You are just impossible. You know that, right?"

Dabi only hummed and rested his head against Keigo's. They stayed like that for a little while until the door opened and a voice called, "Hello."

Dabi looked up to see who it was and stood and said, "Hey didn't think you two would drop by today."

"We were around," a new voice said.

Keigo stood up to see who it was. Two women had come into the parlor. The first had short black hair that was barely pulled back in a ponytail, and her bangs swept down at an angle across her forehead. Her skin was a bit tan, and she had golden eyes and was dressed head to toe in black. Ink blossoms crossed her arms, thanks to the sleeves of her blazer-like jacket being rolled up.

The second woman was a bit shorter than the first, with long, curly black hair that went to the middle of her back. Her eyes were dark brown, and her skin was reasonably dark and peppered with freckles. She was wearing a halter dress that went to her knees with tiny little cacti printed on it along with heels that had the same design.

"Dabs?" he asked the black-haired man.

"Oh," Dabi said, "Um, Keigo this Sora and Etsuko, their friends of mine."

"Hi," Etsuko said, smiling.

"Hey," the blond said back."

"This the guy you were talking about?" Sora asked, crossing her arms.

"Yeah, it is."

"You still haven't told Shoto yet?" Etsuko asked.

"Nah, keeping him and Natsuo crazy. It's more fun than why."

"Sure it is," Sora said, looking a little uncomfortable. Keigo didn't blame her too much. He recognized them now. Sora Hayabusa was on the watch list of every hero on this side of the country, and Etsuko Sasaki was another name that got whispered about a lot.

They are not criminals anymore, he told himself, Hayabusa did her time, and she wasn't responsible for her siblings. Sasaki hadn't done anything worth mentioning in years on top of that. There was no reason to take a problem with the two of them. Maybe with how his boyfriend knew them, but now was not the time.

"What brings you guys here?" Dabi asked, ending the silence that had been floating through the air.

"Well, it has dawn on me that I've never seen your place," Sora began, "And I thought it best that come to see what my only student has built."

"Well," Dabi said, holding out his arms, "This is it."

"So, you taught him how to tattoo?" Keigo asked, looking at Sora.

"Yep, taught him just about everything," the woman said, "I'm still better, though."

"Debatable," Dabi muttered.

"Don't start fights you can't win."

"You think I can't?"

"Know you can't," Sora said.

"Okay, you two," Etsuko said, "Let's not get carried away. You're both good at your jobs. Now can we sit? I run a bar, I'm on my feet all night and day for Heaven's sake."

"Sit where you like," Dabi said, gesturing to the chairs and couch. Both women took a set in one of the two chairs, and Dabi pulled Keigo down to sit with him on the sofa.

"So," Sora asked, looking at Keigo, "That's a nice one on your wrist."

"Oh," the blond said, looking at the tattoo that Dabi had done a few weeks ago, "Yeah, Dabi did."

"Fingered," She said, "You gotta anymore?"

"One on my back," he said, "That was the fist one did for me."

"And then he didn't go away," Dabi said.

"Hey, you let me stay."

"Never said I was happy about it."

"Aww," Etsuko said, "You're both so cute."

Dabi just huffed and shook his head, and Sora went on to ask, "May just take a look?"

"Um, sure," Keigo said, moving forward, holding out his wrist so the woman could see it better. Sora grabbed both sides of his wrist and looked at the tattoo. Her eyes trained on the ink work so intensely, taking every little thing about it that she could.

"You know if you went around the outline of the wings and the little flames on the tip of the feathers with a color that's close to gold, it gives it more depth," she said to Dabi.

"It's a design that is meant to be more simple," Dabi said.

"I understand that," Sora said, still looking at Keigo's wrist, "I'm just saying."

She let go of Keigo's arm and asked, "You got a picture of your other one?"

"Yeah," he said, pulling out his phone and handing it to her."

"The line works well, but the coloring here needs work."

"The hell are you talking about," Dabi asked, getting up to see what his former teacher was talking about.

"They always like this," Keigo asked Etsuko, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"When it comes to working, you betcha," she said, "You should have gotten it when they talk about the tattoos they did on me."

Keigo looked back to the tattoo artist, realized they weren't going to be done for a while, and asked, "So what do you have for tattoos?"

"I got a bunch," she smiled. She moved to sit closer to him and held out her right arm, "So this is my first one Sora did for me. It's a picture of my parents and both my grandmothers, taken at my parent's wedding. That's why everyone in traditional dress," Etsuko said. It was as if someone just glued a picture onto the woman's arms, that's how good the image was.

"Portited are hard to tattoo," Etsuko said, "Sora was still new, so it should have been worse, but it's just fine."

"It's beautiful," the hero commented.

"Thanks," the black-haired woman said, "Then down here on my wrist is the South African flag. My maternal grandmother was born there, moved to Canada for school, and came here to marry my grandfather. So I got that for her memory."

She moved a bit to show her left arm better, "Then we moved to Dabi's work. He did my red and black diamonds on the inside of my upper arms. They're like the one Harley Quinn has in the comics. And then he also did this one on my shoulder."

The one on her left shoulder was off the trans symbol in the colors of the trans flag.

"That was his first tattoo on another person," she said.

"It looks good," Keigo said.

"Sora wouldn't let him hold the coil and was near me if he wasn't good," Etsuko said, "Seriously, they fought over where he was ready or not for like months."

"That had to be fun."

"So much fun," Etsuko said, rolling her eyes at the memory, "Gods, they fight like freaking children."

"I bet."

"Anyway," Etsuko continued going back to her right arm, under the first tattoo, pointing at heart with a banner across it with the woman's name written across it. "I got this the week I was finally able to legally change my name. They did this one together because I asked them to. Sora did the heart and Dabi did the part with my name on it."

Etsuko then sat up straight and said, "You want to see them fight over the most?"

"Sure, why not?" Keigo asked.

Etsuko then carefully pulled up the skirt of her dress to reveal a massive tattoo. It said Drag Queen Mother, written in English, with a crown between the words drag and queen. The way it was done reminded Keigo of airbrush t-shirts he'd seen online.

"So got this when I was drunk one night, no big deal. The only thing that was different was that the word mother wasn't there. But once I started taking hormone supplements and things, I was like, well I'm not a drag queen anymore, I haven't been for years, I'm a woman. So I figured that I could just add the words mother because the queens that work for me at my bar regularly are like my children. The only thing is that Sora couldn't be the one to add it, so I had Dabi do it. And I have no idea what the thing is, but they just debate about this one all the damn time still to this day."

"Like bad or?"

"They got so worked up over it, I had to mash Benadryl into the dinner, so they calm down."

"Holy shit."

"Yeah, but hey, they still talk to each other and haven't hurt one and another, so I guess it's all good."

"That all they down on you?" Keigo asked.

"I got a few more on my calves. On the left, I have the covers of all my favorite musicals by Mr. Black Parade. On the other is on the back of my right by Sora of Christina of Sweden."

"Why did you get that?"

"Cause I was 19 and queer, why else?"

The two laughed at that, and the Etsuko continued, "Yeah, so that everything, but my back, but neither of them did it."

"What's on your back?"

"Full-blown, full back Irezumi tattoo of Benzaiten, done via tebori method."

"For real?"

"Look for yourself," Etsuko said, pulling back her hair to show off her back was an intriguing tattoo of the Shinto goddess.

"Wow," the blond said, impressed since this was even more intense than Dabi's, "Wait, what the tebori since I know nothing."

"Traditional Japanese tattooing," Sora said, her and Dabi's conversion finally over "All of our back tattoos were done that way. It works by having a steel needle being stabbed into your back a thousand times."

"Oh, my gods," Keigo said, not wanting to think about the pain of that.

"Yeah, it also takes forever, but it 's worth it," Sora said.

"What do you have for yours?" Keigo asked.

"Amaterasu coming out of the cave to see Ame-no-uzume dancing naked," Sora said, smirking.

"The gay thing I think you could have gotten," Dabi said, crossing his arms.

"The point," Sora said.

XXX

"This was fun," Etsuko said, as she and Sora got ready to leave, "You should have Dabi bring you to our place sometime," she said to Keigo.

"Ah, no, I want to keep," Dabi said, placing his arm around the shorter man's waist.

"Aw, you wanna keep me," the blond said.

"Eh," Dabi said.

Sora looked down at her shoes and then back up and said, "We'll see you around."

"Get home safely," Dabi said.

"We will."

"It was nice to meet you both," Keigo said.

"Likewise," Etsuko smiled. Sora looked back at the hero. She couldn't offer anything positive, so she just turned towards the door.

The two women left, and it was about a block before Etsuko asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," the taller of the two said.

"Cut the crap," Etsuko said, "Tell me what's the matter right now."

"I don't trust him," Sora said.

"Who, Keigo?"

"I think you mean Hawks."

"Don't be like that," Etsuko said, her voice dipping into a sigh.

Sora shook her head and went on, "It's not safe for Dabi or any of them to be around him."

"Dabi's a grown-ass man, he can take care of himself. Besides, I'm sure there's a difference between Hawks and Keigo."

"Was there a difference between Sora and Harpy? What about Etsuko and Maxtra?"

Etsuko turned and looked at her, "Sora, that's not fair."

"But am I wrong?"

Etsuko had stopped walking altogether and said, "Sora, you have every right to be worried, but I have a counter-argument."

"What is that?"

"Did you take into account the fact that Dabi's kept him around?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Sora asked, crossing her arms and looking down at her feet.

"Okay, How many people have Dabi date in the whole span of his life?" Etsuko asked, crossing her own arms, "How many people have let be near him or his siblings? How many people does he care for in that way?"

"..."

"Sora, answer me, damn it!"

"None. No one, what is your point?"

"That is the point, Sora," Etsuko cried, "Dabi is not as dumb as you think and is more protective than a mama bear. He's not going to let a threat lerk around him or even know about his siblings."

"So what're you saying I should just let it go because of that?" Sora asked.

"That's not what I'm saying," Etsuko said, "What I am saying is don't jump when there is no clear danger. No one does well by going looking for red flags when there's none."

"What you're telling me to do is to put on rose-colored glasses."

"Sora, you've never worn rose-colored glasses a day in your life," Etsuko said, "You wouldn't start now. All I'm telling you to do is take it easy. Just on this one thing. Dabi seems happy. Just let him have it for a bit."

The taller woman let out a sigh and nodded her head.

"Thank you," Etsuko said, "And if you're right about this, you can say I told you so and will take care of it."

"Okay."

"Good. Now let's go get some food. 'Kay?"

"Okay."

XXX

"You okay, man?" Shiki asked, looking at Shoto, who was spread out on the bed, hair still wet from the train at the pool with his classmates.

The white-haired teen opened his mouth to speak and then closed again before saying, "I… He- it was just… I need to…"

"Take your time," Shiki said.

"Boys," Shoto cried, covering his eyes with his hands.

"I'll take it that by boys, you mean Midoriya without a shirt?" Shiki asked.

"More than that," Shoto said, moving his hands away.

"What else?"

"He looks hot when he's using his Quirk," Shoto said, "Does that make seans?"

"To me, no, but whatever gets you going, Flame Princess."

"This that a new nickname or an Adventure Time reference?"

Shiki smiled and said, "Both."

"What am I going to do?" Shoto asked, sitting up.

"Make out with him?" Shiki said.

"Real ideas only."

"I don't know what to tell you, man," Shiki said, "The only thing I really think of that is sensible is to tell him, but you are not so great at the talking part."

"Why do I talk to you?"

"Hell if I know."

Shoto sighed and crossed his arms, "Do me a favor and give me something else to think about."

"Alright," Shiki said, reaching into her bag, "Wanna do marker tattoos?"

"What are we 12?" Shoto asked to sit up and take a marker for Shiki anyway.

As little kids, the two friends would draw designs and pictures on each other, to mirror the tattoos of Dabi and the other older people in their lives. They always use permanent markers even though it took days, sometimes weeks to fade away. When they were in grade school, the teachers would scold them, but as they got older, they found adults cared less.

"So, is there anything I should say around your mom tomorrow?" Shiki asked, eyes still trained on the flowers she was drawing.

"Don't mention the monster," Shoto said in a dry voice.

"Figured that," she said, "Anything else?"

"Not that I can think of."

"Okay, then."

There was a small period of quiet before Shiki asked, "Do you think she'll like me?"

"Why wouldn't she?"

"I don't know, man," Shiki said, "It's just I want her too. She is so important to you and stuff."

"I'm not going to stop being your friend if my mother doesn't like you, even though I think she will."

"I know that it's just," she sighed, "I don't want her to think I'm annoying."

"Well, you are," Shoto said, which got him kicked, "But, I don't think she'll mind."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

XXX

"This gives me the creeps," Shiki whispered as they walked down the hallway of the hospital.

"Agreed."

"Honestly, I don't mean to stereotype mental institutes, but this place is certainly haunted. No joke."

They didn't say anything else the whole way to the room. When they finally got to the door, Shoto turned to Shiki.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yeah, totally."

Then the door was pushed open, and they two walked in. Shoto saw that his mom was at the small table in her room. As always, at the sight of them coming into the room, a smile broke across her face.

"Shoto," she said, getting up to hug him, "I didn't know you were coming again so soon."

"I wanted you to meet some," Shoto said. The white-haired woman's attention was now turned towards Shiki.

"Who's this?" she asked.

"Shiki Kitabayashi, ma'am," the black-haired girl said, "It's wonderful to meet you."

"So your Shiki then. Shoto has told me a lot about you."

"You talk about your mom about me?" She said with a teasing rin.

"Stop it," Shoto said.

"But honestly ma'am," Shiki said, ignoring him, "I'm very happy to finally meet you. Shoto's told me a lot."

"Good things, I hope," she said, "And you don't need to call me ma'am. Rei is just fine."

"Okay," Shiki said.

"Well, why don't you two have a seat," the older woman said.

They did as they were told, and Shoto sat quietly as his mother began to ask his best friend questions.

"So, you live in the same building?'

"Yes, I'm right below your children."

"And it's just you and your grandmother?"

"Yeah," Shiki said, "Both my parents died when I was little, and my grandpa died when I was two. So it's always been Baba and me."

"I see," the older of the two said, "Are you close?"

"I'd say so. Other than her, I like to say that your kids are like my other family."

At the sound of that, Shoto saw a smile brake across his mother's face. It was warm and kind, and it made Shoto smile too. They two women talked for a while longer, and Shoto would sometimes chime in to their conversation as well.

When it was time for the two teens to head home, it was late, and the sun was sinking in the sky.

"It was nice to meet you again," Shiki said as they got ready to leave.

"It was wonderful to meet you as well," the older woman said, "I hope you can come again before you have to go back to school."

"Well, that depends on whether or not Shoto's willing to bring me," Shiki said, turning to smirk at the boy.

"We'll see about," Shoto said. He then walked over and wrapped his arms around his mother.

"Have a good time at training camp," she said.

"I will."

The white-haired boy looked at Shiki and asked, "Ready to go?"

"Yeah."

"Actually, could I have one more quick word with her before you all leave?" his mother asked.

"Just wait for me outside. I'll be out there in a minute," Shiki said.

Shoto nodded and went to wait outside.

XXX

Shiki looked at the mother of his best friend. The white-haired woman sighed then said, "I know it's a lot, but can I ask some of you?"

"Of course," Shiki said, a bit nervous about what she might be asked.

"I want to ask you to look out for Shoto," Rei said, "Watch out for my baby, please. I know he has his siblings and so many other people but I-"

"I promise till the day I die," Shiki said, "That I will watch out for him. You have my word on that."

Rei smiled at Shiki and then hugged her, which the teen was not ready for but relaxed into anyway.

"Thank you," Rei said, "Thank you for being there for him."

"You don't need to thank me for that," Shiki said as she was let go, "Shoto's my friend, I watch out for him because that's what he's done for me."

Okay so a few things. Etsuko is trans, the story with that is when she was younger she had truble with her gender identity, and as she got older she used drag to help her figer her self out. As she did drag more and more she became able to see that she was a woman and wanted to live as one.

Another this Irezumi is a stlye of tattooing and tebori is a way that tattooing, if I've gone it right.

All right everyone get ready becuase it's going to be rought for a while.