Choose Your Own Adventure!
MHA / BNHA Writing event
Poll winner: Dabi & Kaji – father and son alone at home. What could possibly go wrong?
This will be an interactive writing event where you decide what happens next!
🐵 Character choice - completed
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🗳️ At the end of the story there is a survey on how it should continue
🌐 The majority decides what happens next
🔄 The cycle repeats itself until the story ends
Start of the Event!
Warning: Alcohol for minors. Kaji is 16 and is allowed to consume low-alcohol drinks under EU law.
The small apartment was a retreat, a place Rain had carefully furnished. Three rooms, bright and spacious, with modern but not overly luxurious furniture. An open kitchen with a dark wooden counter, a living room with a deep sofa that often served as a sleeping place for one of them, and two bedrooms: one for her and Dabi, the other for Kaji.
The walls were painted in warm earth tones, with a few pictures hanging here and there – not many, but enough to give the room a personal feel. A small library filled one corner of the living room, Rain's books carefully sorted, while Dabi's possessions were mostly limited to his few clothes and cigarettes.
But the peace this place usually offered was disturbed today.
Rain was packing her suitcase, while Dabi leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, watching her silently. His gaze slid over her movements as she gathered her things. When she reached for her sanitary pads, he involuntarily grimaced.
"does it have to be this way?" he growled.
Rain turned to him only briefly, an amused expression in her deep red eyes. "What exactly? That I'm a woman? That I'm traveling? Or that you'll have to deal with Kaji alone for the next few days?"
He snorted and grimaced in annoyance. "The latter. Definitely the latter."
She laughed softly as she stuffed the last tube of skin cream into the side pocket of the suitcase. "He's your son."
"And that's the problem," Dabi muttered, his head sinking against the doorframe. "He's too much like me. If you're not here, this will end in chaos."
Rain shook his head slightly, undeterred by his doom and gloom. "You'll survive this. And if not, you can explain it to me when I get back."
Dabi curled his lips as if about to protest, but said nothing. Instead, he watched as she closed the suitcase with a satisfied nod. A dull feeling settled in his chest – he hated it when she left. Especially when he was left alone with Kaji.
Rain grabbed the suitcase and walked past Dabi with light steps, her perfume leaving a light, warm trail in the air. He smelled the sweet hint of vanilla mixed with something floral that always hit his nose whenever she moved. Her wings twitched slightly as she brushed past him, a silent echo of her own nervousness. Not because she had to leave, but because she has to leave her two big babies alone.
In the living room, Kaji sat, casually slumped into the sofa, his arms folded behind his head. The screen in front of him flickered; some documentary about wild cats was playing, but his gaze was half-heartedly fixed on it, as if his mind was somewhere else entirely.
Rain stepped next to him, and before he could react, she bent down and pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead. A gesture she made throughout his life, no matter how old or tall he became.
"Behave yourself, Kaji," she said softly, with that loving undertone that both calmed and annoyed him.
Kaji grimaced and wiped his forehead demonstratively. "Tch, Mom, I'm not a child anymore."
She just laughed softly, stroked his black hair, and straightened up. Her red eyes studied him for a moment, as if trying to memorize his image, then she turned to Dabi.
He was still standing by the door, his posture seemingly relaxed, but she knew him well enough to know it was just a facade. A shadow lay in his turquoise-blue eyes, an unspoken reluctance to say goodbye.
Rain stepped closer, placed her hands on his cheeks, and pulled him down with a gentle tug. Her lips found his – warm, slow, sensual. She tasted of sweet heat, of something indescribable that always drove him crazy. Her fingers slid to his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss, while his grip naturally wrapped around her waist, as if he wanted to hold her tight at that moment.
He was the one who finally broke the kiss, leaning his forehead briefly against hers as he spoke softly, "You could just stay here."
Rain grinned. "And take away your joy of behaving like a good father for once?"
He snorted, his grip on her waist briefly tightening. "Well. You chose it."
She pressed one last, quick kiss to his lips, then grabbed the suitcase and stepped to the door. "One week, Touya. That's all."
He watched her step outside, heard the soft click of the door as it closed. The silence that followed was strangely heavy.
Behind him, on the sofa, Kaji snorted softly. "Well, Dad. Now what?"
Dabi ran a hand through his hair. "Now I hope you don't piss me off so much that I throw you out the window."
Kaji leaned back with a crooked grin, his turquoise eyes sparkling with subtle provocation. "Sounds almost like a challenge."
Dabi grimaced, stepped deeper into the living room, and slumped into the armchair. "Well. If you really want things to escalate, don't hold back."
Kaji laughed softly, pulled up one leg, and rested his arm on it. "So, what now? We have the whole house to ourselves. No mom reminding you not to act like an ass. No rules. No boundaries."
Dabi casually lit a small flame between his fingers. "And that's exactly why I don't want any of this shit." He extinguished the flame and directed a narrow-eyed glance at his son. "What are you planning, huh? Throw a house party? Burn the place down before your mom gets back? Or just see how far you can go before I punch you?"
Kaji leaned forward, his gaze challenging. "Oh, I bet I can figure it out."
Dabi snorted. "Stop grinning like that. I see the same shitty face in the mirror every day, I know exactly what you're thinking."
Kaji shrugged. "I'm not doing anything. Not yet."
Dabi let his head fall back and closed his eyes for a moment. "Listen, kid. I really don't have a thing for your adolescent power play. So just chill. Watch your stupid documentary. Have a beer if you have to. I don't care. But if you annoy me, I'll make short work of you."
Kaji raised an eyebrow. "Oh, a beer, yes?"
"Don't tell your mother."
Kaji grinned broadly, stood up, and strolled toward the kitchen. "Already forgotten."
Dabi heard the faint clinking of bottles before Kaji returned with an ice-cold can of beer and sank back down onto the sofa. He opened it with a crackling hiss, took a long sip, and looked defiantly at his father.
Dabi narrowed his eyes at him before putting a cigarette between his lips. "Do you know what the problem with you is, Kaji?"
"Oh, please enlighten me."
Dabi lit the cigarette and took a deep drag. The smoke curled around his lips as he fixed his gaze on his son. "You're too much like me."
Kaji tilted his head slightly to the side, as if considering whether that was a compliment or an insult. Then he shrugged with a grin. "Well then, old man. Let's find out what happens when the two of us are locked under one roof."
Let's start with harmless things.
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