Reader: Gender Neutral Character:Dabi Rating: G Summary:Dabi hated the rain so he came over and you spent the day together. Warning:Fluff, Dabi being Dabi, Drinking Tip Jar |Commission Info | Ask Box: Open
Thunder clapped outside your apartment window as rain cascaded down to the ground. You were curled up on your couch, sipping some wine and eating some home-made burritos. It was your day off and you wanted to relax on your balcony but it got too rainy.
You hadn’t heard much from your on again, off again boyfriend Dabi. You knew he was going to be busy with some “work” so you let him go about his day. You were happier with a burrito anyway.
It was getting close to sundown when you heard a knock on the balcony door of your apartment. When you looked over it was sure enough there was Dabi, standing there, getting soaked from the rain.
“Dabi?” You asked.
“Who else would it be?” He asked plainly.
You rolled your eyes and got up from the couch, you pulled your sweater closer to your body as you opened the back door, letting the cold air in.
“What are you doing here?” You asked as he passed you to go inside and kick off his shoes.
“Hate the rain, I’ve got no where else to go.”
“I thought you were busy with a mission?” You asked as you crossed your arms and watched him enter the apartment and sit on the couch.
“Ended early, didn’t want to spend the rain alone.” He remarked.
“Aw is someone afraid of a little thunder?” You asked mockingly as you went to sit back down beside him and finish up the rest of the burrito. Dabi draped an arm over your shoulders and started watching television.
“Aw gross, dude. You’re wet.”
“Well yeah, it’s raining out.”
“Get off my couch, idiot!” You yelped as you got up and looked at him. He rolled his eyes and got up as well. He took off his wet jacket along with his wet shirt underneath.
He stood there, his scarred chest exposed with his hand wrapped into the fabric of his shirt.
“Got a dryer?” He asked.
“I’ll dry it later.” You said as you took both items and brought it to your bathroom to dry in the shower. He followed close behind you with his pants in tow, his underwear still on thankfully.
“You got some clothes or am I just going to sit here naked?” He asked.
You rolled your eyes, “I have some old clothes from an ex boyfriend, is that okay?”
“You kept clothes from your ex?” Dabi asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice. He crossed his arms and looked at you.
“Oh please.” You said as you rolled your eyes, “I have some of your clothes too.” You hung up the pants as well before exiting the bathroom.
“You wound me, little flame.” He remarked as he entered the bedroom with you. You tried not to look at his almost nude form. Tonight was supposed to be about you, with your wine and burrito.
And Dabi had to ruin that.
You shoved some extra clothes into his arms. Most of it belonged to him and what he left behind on the other occasions he visited. It included a tank top and sweatpants. He slipped them on and stretched his arms above his head.
His exposed part of his lean stomach as he stretched his arms above his head. He exhaled a little and asked, “What’s for dinner?”
“I have a burrito for myself, but I have wine if you want some.” You said as he followed you back to the couch.
Rain hit the window of your balcony in heavy drops. You poured Dabi a glass of wine and you two went back to the couch. He dropped down, letting the comfiness of couch taking him over. You could only imagine what he has been doing since he got back from his mission, probably eating instant ramen and sleeping.
And you knew the mattress in his shit hole of an apartment wasn’t very comfortable.
He took a couple of sips of his wine and put the glass down on the table. He looked over to you and smiled a little.
“I missed you.” He said.
“You missed the wine I bought.” You chuckled.
He leaned in for a kiss and pressed it against your soft lips. He wrapped an arm around you and kissed you further. He liked kissing you, it wasn’t like kissing anyone else. Wasn’t like he had people lining up to get with him.
He drank more of his wine, draining the glass then getting up to get some more.
You remarked, “You’re buying me another bottle of wine.”
“Whatever.” He said.
You both continued to drink, your vision became hazy with the wine. You kept kissing Dabi, you almost missed him with how long he had been gone. You missed your time with him, how much trouble you two caused together.
Your relationship wasn’t perfect, but a small part of you missed him when he was gone.
You looked at him and leaned in for a kiss, he tasted like wine and you were hooked. His hands felt up the bottom of your shirt. His kisses were hot and heavy, he missed you.
“Want to take this somewhere else?” He asked.
“Where could we possibly go?” You asked sarcastically.
He got into your personal space and replied, “Your bedroom, where I can fuck you until you’re nothing but a pile of scum at the bottom of my boot.”
“Then lead the way, Dabi.” You smirked as you got up from the couch.
NOTE: this is literally just dabi x reader eating fruit. idk why it’s so long. yuna mentioned the vague concept to me one (1) time and i couldn’t stop myself from running w it ^v^
“i am citrus—
peel back my skin
open me and expose the soft wet inside”
- peel my orange every morning, ezra furman
When you’d returned home from work, you weren’t empty-handed.
Dabi had noticed your playful smirk and box in hand as you wordlessly beckoned him to join you at the small kitchen table for two. A bit skeptical but intrigued nonetheless, he slowly rises from his place sprawled across your couch and makes his way over to the kitchen stools.
As you’re humming to yourself and grabbing two plates from the cupboard, he takes the opportunity to peek inside the white box. However, his eyebrows furrow in confusion at what sits inside.
It’s a fruit platter—one of those fancy ones with expensive varieties where they cut the fruit into little shapes like stars and crescents. They’re stacked in a decorative manner, and Dabi thinks it’s a bit stupidandpretentious to arrange fruit like this when it’s going to end up digesting in someone’s stomach all the same.
You knew Dabi was picky—he’s always been particular about his likes and dislikes, no matter how important the topic. Fruit was no different.
NOTE: this is literally just dabi x reader eating fruit. idk why it’s so long. yuna mentioned the vague concept to me one (1) time and i couldn’t stop myself from running w it ^v^
“i am citrus—
peel back my skin
open me and expose the soft wet inside”
- peel my orange every morning, ezra furman
When you’d returned home from work, you weren’t empty-handed.
Dabi had noticed your playful smirk and box in hand as you wordlessly beckoned him to join you at the small kitchen table for two. A bit skeptical but intrigued nonetheless, he slowly rises from his place sprawled across your couch and makes his way over to the kitchen stools.
As you’re humming to yourself and grabbing two plates from the cupboard, he takes the opportunity to peek inside the white box. However, his eyebrows furrow in confusion at what sits inside.
It’s a fruit platter—one of those fancy ones with expensive varieties where they cut the fruit into little shapes like stars and crescents. They’re stacked in a decorative manner, and Dabi thinks it’s a bit stupidandpretentious to arrange fruit like this when it’s going to end up digesting in someone’s stomach all the same.
You knew Dabi was picky—he’s always been particular about his likes and dislikes, no matter how important the topic. Fruit was no different.
Truthfully, you picked up the tray on your way home as a nice little treat for the two of you. However, the more you thought about it, the more you realized how little you actually knew of Dabi’s taste preferences. You were determined to learn more about his palate—applied to all things—and if a simple fruit platter helped you get just a bit closer to understanding that, then so be it. You were determined to help him find a fruit he enjoyed.
After setting some plates down and making yourself comfortable at the table, you dodge Dabi’s suspicious glares as you poke and place a few different pieces of fruit onto your plate with a fork, before doing the same thing to his. You eagerly watch him push colorful berries around with his pointer finger, picking up a slender piece of honeydew and indulging in the world’s tiniest bite, before tossing it back onto the platter.
“What about some pineapple?” you ask as you take a bite of the sticky piece glistening in your hand. It tastes bright and loud, like a bunch of little flavor soldiers are battling over the territory of your tongue. Dabi grimaces as he watches you take another bite, but his face visibly softens when you lick the juice dripping from your fingers.
“Fuckin’ stings the roof of my mouth,” he grumbles.
“Aw,” you coo with teasing sympathy, shooting Dabi a pout. “Want me to beat it up for you?”
He lightly snarls, but consciously chooses to remain silent as he continues to play with the colorful food on his plate.
You try again, holding up a green grape in one hand and a purple in the other, dangling them in front of his face like tempting a dog with a treat—curious to see which one he’ll choose to suit his fancy. Your smile fades when his deadpan expression refuses to change. He scoffs before returning to picking at the half bitten apple slice on his plate.
“C’mon, what’s wrong with grapes?” you whine like a child.
“The skin is weird. Don’t like the crunch to it,” he states matter-of-factly.
“Yeah, but then it’s soft in the middle,” you mumble as you bite the green one in half and rotate it in your hand, almost like you were proving to him that you weren’t lying about the interior of the tiny fruit.
“Exactly,” his nose scrunches in distaste again, “Weird combination.”
Kinda like us, you want to say, but hold your tongue. If you’ve learned one thing about being with Dabi, it was not to push—even in silly scenarios like this.
Dabi was like caring for a tedious flower. He needed just enough water to sustain himself, but not enough to drown in. Just enough sunlight to flourish, but too much and he’d overheat. He often shamefully walked the skewed tightrope of too much andnot enough. It was a difficult line to balance, but you always tried.
A bit discouraged at his lack of enthusiasm, you find yourself now shuffling untouched pieces around your own plate, “You keep saying things you don’t like, I wanna hear something you do.”
Dabi sees your slight pout and it stings a little. All he’s ever been taught to do was to pick out the bad. Focus in on it, obsess over it, make it better or destroy it trying. It’s all he’s ever known, so he’s not sure why you’re so surprised when it still applies to his taste in fruit.
There’s a few moments of silence. Dabi continues to pick and prod at a few pieces of melon here and there, while you eventually stop sulking and go back to relishing in the sweetness of the fresh fruit. When he speaks up again, it surprises you.
“I like mango.”
You look up from your plate to find him chewing on a tiny cubed piece of the light orange fruit—and it takes everything in you to not let an accomplished smile spread across your face. You bite your lip to hold it back (which Dabi sees and pretends to ignore) as you encourage him a bit.
“What do you like about it?” you ask innocently, as if the two of you aren’t both very aware of what it is that you’re trying to do.
You’re trying to get him to be positive—to indulge in something for the sole purpose of pleasure. To admit that he can like something without disdain or guilt. He knows. He sees right through your antics, yet he still finds himself humoring you.
He finishes the piece in his hand and immediately picks up another one.
“It’s not like, painfully sour or sickeningly sweet,” he articulates.
He’s never been good with words or describing things. He’s used to sitting in silence with his passion and pain, he doesn’t know what it means to articulate. He looks up to see if you’re still following his bland yet honest attempt.
Youare—eyes bright and head nodding along at his incoherent words—so he continues.
“It’s normal. It tastes-” he pauses, almost as if he’s searching for the right descriptor.
You let him take a moment. You’d let him take as long as he needed to if it meant him actually likingsomething,communicating his feelings to you, even over something as silly as a piece of mango.
“Smooth,” he finally decides on, “It tastes smooth.”
You can’t help but laugh a little at the odd yet accurate description of the fruit. You pick up a piece for yourself and plop it into your mouth, letting it’s sweetness dance along your tastebuds. You find yourself laughing again, but this time, it’s because you agree with him.
“Itdoes taste smooth,” you giggle with affirmation and Dabi struggles to hide his own smirk at your enthusiasm.
You reach across the table and put a hand on his cheek, beckoning him closer to you. His face remains stoic but he complies without resistance, meeting you halfway as he leans in to kiss you. He can taste the leftover hint of mango nectar on your lips and he fights back a smile (which you feel due to the slight upward quirk of his lips, but you decide to let him have it in peace). You pull away and rub your lips together as if you just applied chapstick, before popping another piece of mango into your mouth.
“How do I taste? Smooth?” you tease.
“Yeah,” the sarcasm in his voice isn’t laced with malice in the slightest, but it’s there, “The smoothest.”
The two of you continue to sit and relish in the warmth of the scenario. Dabi eats a few more pieces of mango. You have one as well but eventually move on to pieces of melon and citrus, deciding to let him eat the rest of it, because he likesit.
It’s a start, you think. A small one, but one nonetheless.
On your way home from work the following day, you physically can’t help yourself from stopping at the fruit vendor and buying a few ripe mangoes. You also can’t help but notice the faint blush creeping across Dabi’s face when he spots them sitting on the counter the next morning.
Thoughts of sitting on a dark park bench with Dabi, leaning against him as he holds you, just listening to him spill his heart. He tells you everything. He tells you shit no one else knows. And even as the night grows old, and the clock strikes midnight, the cold air doesn’t bother you. How can it when he’s warming you with his quirk? He thinks it’s the least he can do to repay you for letting him talk about his demons. Well, this,andmaybe a kiss… if you’ll let him. He doesn’t know where he stands with you quite yet, despite having had his arms wrapped securely around your body for hours without qualm
K no but hold on let’s go back to this soft thought of Dabi spilling his heart out on the bench and take it a bit further.
You two meet up in this park after every night you work together. It started as a way to sit and unwind, but it swiftly turned into you sitting real close to him, a lazy arm slung around your shoulder to keep you close, and long, heavy discussions about life and existence in this fucked up world. He shares more often than not, usually ending his rants with a curt chuckle, followed by, “don’t usually tell anyone this shit” because he wants you to know that you’re special. Sometimes, though, he listens to what you have to say, to your personal struggles and victories. He’s mostly silent, taking long drags of his cigarette, but when you finish and there’s a tension in the air, thick enough to cut with a knife, he tightens his grip around you and whispers encouragement into your ear.
“You and me are one in the same, aren’t we, doll? Fuckin’ fighters. S'why we’d be so good together. Heh. Maybe I’m gettin’ ahead of myself. S'no way I’d contaminate you with my shit. You’re too good f'r that.”
And as much as you want to tell him otherwise, that you do want to give this a shot, that he is good enough for you, you can’t. He won’t believe you. Not yet.
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When I make up a scenario about this song in my head I picture a former Hawks x Reader and he always put everything before her, so she left him for Dabi.
Then like he’s soooooo upset about it cause he didn’t realize how much he loved u until he lost you.
Dabi loves u and he puts u before everything else and your genuinely so happy with him it makes u wanna cry.
You’re on a date with Dabi on a rare occasion yall go out cause he’s a wanted villain
Hawks developed a drinking problem because of your breakup and he sees y’all dancing and you look so flipping happy.
During the part of the song where it goes “cause I remember how much you loved to dance” he’s just watching Dabi dip you down, and his happiness just doesn’t come back like literally ever.
He loves you, but he never showed it so you left, and now Dabi is treating you the way Hawks should’ve.
+You have been very distant lately. Yes, the League wasn’t buddy, buddy but disappearing entirely wasn’t normal… unless you were Dabi. You’ve barely been leaving your room and when you did, you made sure no one was around. After so long, Dabi even gets curious and ventures up to your hidey hole.
3rd POV
The sound of glasses clinking and hitting the counter echoed through the room. Mindless chatter went along with it. Dabi leant back against the bar, bottle in hand. He took a swig, eyes scanning the room. Everyone he knew to be in the League at this time was here. All except one person.
“How long does this make for L/N hiding out?” He turned to Shiggy who was playing solitaire with Twice & Kurogiri.
“Going on for two and a half weeks.” He said.
“It’s rather weird. Who cares?” Twice commented.
“What’s the brat doing?” Dabi as needed while looking off towards the door that led to the private quarters.
“I don’t know but the only time they come out is when no one else is around.” Toga said in between chomps on the popsicle she had.
“And how would you know that if no one was around? Actually, I don’t want to know.” Dabi downed the rest of his bottle. He slammed it down on the counter before pushing off it. He stalked towards the door to the rooms.
“Wait! Dabi!”
“What?” He yelled.
“They were down a bit before they disappeared into that room.” Toga said. He looked off to the side in thought.
“And why should I care?”
“Well you were asking about them.”
“Yeah, and? I am just tired of working with two-bit wanna-be villians. Y/N is at least bearable to work with.” He walked away.
He walked slowly through the halls, up the stairs, before walking up to Y/N’s door. He paused outside the door, listening for anything from inside. He quietly turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. He didn’t venture in but leant against the door.
“Nobody’s seen you in days.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest while looking over the figure on the bed.
Y/N’s POV
I silently sighed as the deep voice I knew so well rang through the room. I pushed up off my stomach and onto my knees. I looked back at the door at the man that I had feelings for. He was standing there with a questioning look in his eyes.
“Can I come in?” I looked down at my knees. I moved, leaning back against the wall with my knees against my chest. I nodded. He stepped in and closed the door behind him. He walked closer, pulling his coat off, and threw it on the end of the bed. I stared at it as he sat on the edge of the bed.
“What do you want?” I asked, picking at my fingernails. He stayed silent for a bit. I looked up at him. He stared at me, almost glaring at me. I looked back down.
“Are you okay?” He finally asked.
“I’m fine.”
“Really?” He asked accusingly. My eyes snapped up to him.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked with a hard voice. He turned towards me completely.
“You’ve been distant and hiding away from everyone and everything.” He said plainly. I flinched at his words. “Kinda cowardly if you ask me.”
“I didn’t.” I snapped softly. I moved across the bed, shoving past him before walking over to my window.
“But you’re not one.” I heard him get up. “So whatever this is, it’s something major. So what is wrong?”
“I said I was okay. Just drop it, alright?” I looked at him over my shoulder.
“ No. I know you’re not okay so stop telling me you are…” He whispered as he stopped right behind me. I looked up at him through watery eyes. For a moment, I swore I saw concern on his face but chalked it up to be my blurry vision.
“Like you actually care.” I shoved him out of my way with my elbow but he quickly grabbed it. He pulled me back to be basically nose to nose with him.
“I’m here aren’t I? Asking YOU directly what’s wrong. Doesn’t that show something?” He growled and tightened his grip. I winced and latched my hand on top of his. He looked at our hands before closing his eyes and sighing. His grip loosened.
“You could have asked anyone.” Turquoise eyes met mine.
“But I wouldn’t get the real, honest answer, now would I?” He let go and sat on my bed. He leant back on his hands, legs spread wide in front of him. “They would spin their own tale of why you are hiding in here like some recluse. I’m not much for tall tales. I can see why you like it in here though. Cozy.”
“Nothing new.” I muttered under my breath. “I can tell, you’ve made yourself at home.” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. Silence filled the room. He sighed loudly, moving to his elbow and began fiddling with the corner of my blanket.
“So are you going to tell me or not?” He looked at me with lazy eyes.
“Not.” I sassed before turning back to go to the window. Dabi let out an annoyed groan.
“Oh come on!” He yelled. I flinched a little but kept my eyes forward. I watched the rain fall and drops race down the glass. “Why won’t you just talk? Huh?!”
“Maybe because not everyone is an open book like you Dabi.” I snapped. I looked over at him to see his eyes trained on me. “Not everyone has the confidence of a god.” He sat up and set his elbows on his knees.
“At least I have some. I thought you were stronger than that.” He scoffed. I glared at him as he repeated things I’ve heard muttered under breaths as I walked past or when no one thought I was around. His eyes traveled up and down my form. “Pathetic really.”
“You’re just like everyone else! You asshole!” I shot forward, kneeling over him with my hand wrapped around his throat. He laughed at me, holding his hands up.
“If you wanted to be in my lap baby all you had to do is ask.” He smirked. I growled while tightening my grip and baring my teeth. His smirk widened before grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in close. I gasped at the action.
“Dabi…”
“Careful sweetheart.” I felt his breath ghost over my lips. One hand left my hand and grabbed my wrist, removing my hand from his throat. His thumb began running up and down my wrist. The other hand moved from the back of my head forward and trace a finger across my cheek.
“Wha…” I was confused by the gentle gestures.
“You’re crying…” He said. I tried to pull away but he held me in place. I only fought a few more seconds before going still. We stared at each other for a second before I collapsed into him.
I buried my face in his neck, ignoring the staple that was poking me, and cried. He didn’t say anything but he did maneuver us. He moved back to lean against the wall while repositioning me to be comfortable in his lap. After a second, I felt something drape over my shoulders. From the scent of smoke and… burnt marshmallows?, I gathered it was Dabi’s coat.
“Why…what are you doing?” I hiccuped. He shrugged slightly while twisting his fingers through my hair.
“Just relax and let it out. You can chit chat after you’re done sobbing.” He said half-heartedly but I could tell there was more behind it. I did as he said though. I cried until my throat, lungs, and eyes hurt. I eventually cried myself to sleep.
The next time I woke up, it was 3 in the morning. I groaned softly at the sting and puffy sensation of my eyes. I was still wrapped in the scent of smoke and burnt marshmallows. I opened my eyes to see I was curled into Dabi’s side. I pushed up and saw his eyes were closed with his arm behind his head. I sighed and got out from under his arm.
“I really am pathetic.” I muttered as I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face in them.
3rd POV
Dabi stayed still as he felt Y/N wake up. He didn’t open his eyes until he felt them move away and the words they mumbled. He looked over at them to see their back was to him. His coat was pooling around their waist. He lifted his hand from the bed where it had slid off too.
“Y/N.” He called softly, settling his hand on their back. They stilled before looking over their shoulder at him. “Do you want to tell me now?” He propped himself up on his elbow. “Or do I have to tell you what I think this is.”
“If you already know, why are you even here asking me all these dumb questions? Why are you letting me cry into your chest and fall asleep?” They went to get up but Dabi’s hand grabbed onto their arm.
“Because you need to be honest with yourself and not bottle this shit inside.” He sat up and moved up to be right behind them. From behind he reached up to cup their cheek. Y/N looks up at him through wet eyelashes.
“I… I don’t…” Y/N stuttered before the breath caught in my throat. Y/N felt the bed shift before Dabi’s legs were placed next to theirs as he sat behind Y/N.
“So you want to tell me why you’re avoiding everyone and everything?” He asked while placing his hands on Y/N’s biceps. It was silent for a short bit before Y/N took a breath.
Y/N’s POV
“Because I am pathetic.” I said softly. “Everyone says so. I’m weak, pathetic, and I have no clue why Shigaraki ever let me into the League.”
“Who is everyone?” I went on ignoring his question.
“Plus, it always seems like everyone gets annoyed when I come into the room. Shigaraki always rolls his eyes when I come up to him. Also…” He interrupted.
“Okay, stop!” He pulled me back against his chest. He tightly wrapped his arms around me. “First of all, who is everybody? Because as far as I know everyone loves you. Toga annoyingly so.” He mumbled the last bit. “I even can stand you, you little shit, and stand isn’t ever the right word. With Crusty ass, he’s always like that. With everyone. He’d rather be in his room with his stupid video games than with anyone. So I repeat, who is everyone?”
“Recruits, other members of the League, and well, … apparently you.” I dropped my head and sniffled.
“Well they don’t matter, you idiot. Most of them are just jealous because of your standings in the League and your quirk. They’re just insignificant, expendable place holders while you’re a strong and important member of the League. Irreplaceable. Their opinions don’t matter. And with me…” He paused. I looked back at him. A conflicted look was on his face.
“Dabi?” My shaky voice caused his eyes to dout to mine.
“It’s… For me it’s actually… Ah! Damnit! I hate this!” He let go of me and flung himself back. The way he was acting was very out of character. I flinched when the thought of me being the reason. I caused him to be weird and he must really hate me. It made me feel even worse and sent a sting to my heart.
“You know what…” I got up quickly and took a few steps away creating space between us. He pushed up onto his elbows and eyed me. “I appreciate you trying but you don’t need to torture yourself by making yourself stay to comfort me. I know it must be really annoying to you. You can go, I’ll be okay.”
“Holy shit. Have you been listening to a word I’ve said?” He moved to sit on the edge of my bed.
“Yes I have and you’ve made your point clear.” I accentuated my words with my hands. “You also made it clear how much you hated this.” I motion from me to him.
“Then no you haven’t been listening. Not really listening.” He put emphasis on the word really. He stood up and I looked at him confused.
“What do you mean?” I looked up at him.
“I mean…I mean this!” He shot forward before grabbing my shoulders and pulling me to him. As I gasped from the movement, he crashed his lips against mine. It took me nearly a minute to realize what was actually happening. When it finally registered, I fisted Dabi’s shirt and pulled him closer. After a minute of passionate kissing we pulled back to breath.
“Get it now?”
“It’s getting clearer.” He scoffed before he backed me up against the wall and lifted me up. I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist. One hand was placed on the wall next to my head and the other was cupping my cheek.
“You are a little shit.” He laughed before placing a long kiss on my lips. “You don’t annoy me. At least not like everyone else does. And you definitely are not all that shit you were spewing.”
“Dabi…”
“No!” He snapped before grabbing my chin and making me look at him. “Pathetic? Fuck no! I know shitty, pathetic, and weak. You are anything but. What annoys me is that you believe those little pests. You should believe me babe, I think I’m a little smarter than them.” He gave me a hard look as he moved his hand to the back of my neck. There was something in his eyes that stood out to me. An emotion that never made its presence known in Dabi.
“Okay.” I said softly with a smile. He smirked before pulling us away from the wall. He walked over and dropped me on the bed.
“Umph.” I bounced a little before settling. I looked up at him. He slowly gets on the bed and leans over me. His lips brushed over mine lightly. As I tried to push up into a kiss, he retracted. “Dabi!”
“What?” He laughed at my whine. He went to lean down when there was a hard knock on my door. The smirk on his face turned into a glare. “What!”
“Oh! Dabi’s in there!” We heard Toga squeal. There was some inaudible muttering before the doorknob was turned. Dabi pushed up onto his knees and glared at the door.
“You so much as open that door and I will roast you alive?” He snapped. The sounds stopped as I imagined them frozen.
“Why? Are you both naked in there?” Toga asked excitedly. I rolled my eyes at the girl’s weird fascinations.
“We should leave them alone. We should go in.” Twice grumbled.
“And what if we were, huh? Jealous that we`re getting some unlike the rest of you.”
“Dabi!” I whisper shouted, wacking him in the chest. He was quick to grab my hand. He looked down at me while bringing my hand to his lips.
“Rude!” We heard multiple people yell. Dabi laughed loudly, throwing his head back. I watched him silently as he continued to bicker with them through the door.
“What’s going on?” A muffled, raspy voice yelled. “ I can hear you all from the other side of the building and you all are annoying!”
“But Shiggy! Y/N and Dabi are in there ALONE and TOGETHER!” Toga shrieked. I giggled and saw Dabi’s eyes dart to me for a second.
“Does it look like I give a fuck!?” Shigaraki snapped. “The only fuck I give is how your annoying ME! Now shut the hell up!” We heard scrambling and running outside the door. It became quiet. Dabi then sighed very loudly.
“Now!” He leant down, pinning the hand he was holding next to my head. “Where were we?” He kissed me hard before I could utter a word.
I made a noise of amusement, kissing him back just as earnestly. He slowed down before pulling away. He let go of my wrist and set his forearm down instead. He reached up and traced my lips before caressing my cheek.
“Don’t listen to any of those pests that probably won’t ever be here at the end of the month. And if you do continue to have problems, you come to me. No questions asked.”
“Alright.” I nodded. He then wrapped an arm around my waist and flipped us over. “Ah! Dabi!”
“Shut it.” He grumbled as he settled back into my pillows with me on his chest. “I would like to get more sleep if you don’t mind.” I moved to lay at his side to be more comfortable. “You should get some more sleep to Little Shit.”
“And why are you so concerned?” I looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. He gave me a side eye.
“Because I’m done with those pests being the only options for missions. They are worthless and dumb. At least you know what you’re doing and can get shit done without getting caught.” His words were annoyed but comforting. I laughed, setting my head on his chest.
The room fell into a comfortable silence. I absentmindedly started rubbing circles in his hip where my hand had landed. Every now and then I heard a low grumble go through his chest. It was lulling me to sleep but a shiver jolted me awake. I groaned quietly. I blindly reached for his coat that I was sure was still on my bed.
“Use an actual blanket this time.” Dabi rumbled. He pulled the blanket over us and I felt heat start to radiate off him. I hummed while relaxing again. It wasn’t long until I was out.
The next time I woke up, I came to, to the sound of giggling. Familiar giggling. I slowly pried my eyes open and saw Dabi asleep on my chest. His face is actually peaceful.
The giggling caught my attention again. I turned to see Toga and Twice. They hadn’t noticed me awake since they were looking down at a phone.
“So cute!” I rolled my eyes before turning back to Dabi. I gently shook him. He softly jerked awake and looked up at me. He gave me a questioning look. I motioned to the two. He looked and his expression turned into a glare. In the same moment, Toga lifted the phone but froze when she saw Dabi and I awake.
“I am going to roast you.” He said slowly and darkly.
“Ep.” The two chirped before darting out my door. Dabi jumped up and was right on their heels. I just started laughing as I heard distant screaming. I sat up and stretched but spotted Dabi’s coat halfway through. I grabbed it and held it in my lap before holding it up to my nose. I took a big breath. The unusual but purely Dabi scent filling my senses.
“I like it.” I whispered, feeling a lot better now than I have for a while.
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