I’m not gone, I’m still alive, just with a lot, looot of things to do. I hate it. Damn adult life. BUT HERE.
I know these dates might be difficult for some, so if you need to vent, tell something, an advice, a word of anything, my ask is open!!! I care about all of you in this tiny community, do don’t you dare thinking I forgot about you.
Me tightly holding Toga in my arms: “I just want to make one thing clear. If anything ever happens to my poor, sweet, baby Toga. I’d kill everyone in here and then myself.”
: you didn’t expect your night to end a strangers bedroom with not one, but two hot men. But who are you to complain? : alcohol, mention of weed, griding? kissing : 2674 /: did I already post this? yes. did I delete it cuz I hated it? also yes. anyways, @uhhh-i-like-yaoi here u fucking
Truth be told, you didn’t know what to expect when Mirio dragged you along to this party. All you wanted to do was lay in your bed and fall asleep but here you were, dressed in a way too tight outfit dancing along to shitty music.
The six shots you took before stumbling over to the dancefloor finally start to kick in. The soft buzz of alcohol flowing through your veins as you let your body move. Your hips sway along to the music while your hands run up and down your body.
It was probably the number of lustful gazes you got in this outfit but your confidence was skyrocketing. You open your eyes slightly as you gaze over the dancing crowd. Most people are grinding against each other like animals in heat, though one guy is standing stiffly amidst the crowd.
His dark eyes lock with yours. A smirk plasters itself on your lips as you curl your fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. The guy’s cheeks burn into a bright red as he takes quick strides towards you.
Once he’s close enough, you wrap your arms around his neck and press his body against yours. “Hey, handsome,” you say. His body stiffens as he looks down at you.
“Wanna dance with me?” you ask. He quickly nods as awkwardly places his hands on your hips. You move one hand from his neck to his ears, fingers carefully running over one of the pointy tips.
A whiney moan falls from his lips as he instinctively grabs onto your hips tighter. “I’m Tamaki,” he says. His deep voice sends heat to pool between your legs.
“I’m Y/n,” you say before turning around. He moans as you press your ass against his crotch. You can feel the muscles of his chest and abs against your back as you press yourself against him.
One of his hands travels down to press your hips against his while the other moves to caress your neck. His hips start to move against you, swaying in sync with yours.
You two stay like that for a while, grinding against each other to the beat of the songs playing. Your lustful dancing gets interrupted when a raven-haired man moves to dance in front of you.
Scarred skin adorned his face multiple piercings glow under the multi-coloured light. Three on his nouse and two on his bottom lip. His rough appearance makes you desperately want to press yourself against him, though he beats you to it.
He moves to press his hips against yours, his face moving to press itself into the crook of your neck. Burning lips press desperate kisses against your skin. His teeth drag themselves over your neck, earning whiney moans from you.
Tamaki groans with jealousy. You were dancing with him first, why is this guy suddenly getting all your attention? He moves to kiss the other side of your neck.
You feel like your on cloud nine as both men sandwich you between them. Your hips rut against Tamako’s while your hands caress the other men.
“I’m Dabi,” he says. Good, so he has a name. You moan out his name as he sucks on your neck. You’ll probably have some hickeys tomorrow but there’s nothing a good old turtleneck won’t cover.
The three of you get lost in the music, swaying and grinding against each other. The alcohol takes its full effect as your mind become fuzzy and warm. Movements blur together as all you can focus on become the feeling of both Tamaki’s and Dabi’s bodies pressed against yours.
Their hands roam over your body, grabbing and squeezing any flesh they can. You probably shouldn’t be dancing like this with strangers. But you knew their names, they aren’t strangers anymore, right?
You push your doubtful thoughts to the side as you press your ass against Tamaki. He groans into your ears and he lets his head rest in the crook of your neck. You look at Dabi with half-lidded eyes.
Mischief glints in his eyes before he reaches a hand out to cup your face. He pulls you towards him and captures your lips with his. The roughness of his lower lip compared to his pillowy upper one makes you moan into his mouth.
His tongue glides over your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You place another sloppy kiss against his rough lips before letting your parts slightly. Dabi quickly pushes his tongue in, exploring your mouth.
You groan at his taste. Smokey yet fresh, like someone set a field full of mint ablaze. Tamaki pulls away from you slightly to enjoy the sight in front of him.
Dabi’s hungry hands running over your body and your needing whines. It almost feels wrong to watch you two. Tamaki pushes himself over the edge and starts to place wet kisses onto your neck. You moan at the feeling of his teeth scraping against your skin. He leaves hickey after hickey, not caring about who might see them.
Ecstasy runs through your veins. Your nerves are tingling at the touch of the two men. You’re pretty sure you’ve died and gone to heaven, that’s the only explanation for this divine feeling.
“Do-Do you want to get-fuck. Get out of here?” Tamaki says loud enough for both you and Dabi to hear. “M-My place is just around the corner.”.
You pull away from Dabi, letting your head rest against Tamaki’s chest instead. Nodding against him, you looking at Dabi. Lust clouds his azure as he licks his lips sinfully. “God, yes,” he growls. Tamaki locks his hand with yours while the other rests on Dabi’s shoulder. He drags both of you out of the dancing crowd. Sweaty bodies bump into yours though you can’t bring yourself to care.
You don’t even register that you’ve left the party until the old night air hits your skin. Tamaki wraps his arm around your waist as he looks behind him for Dabi.
The raven-haired is fishing a carton of cigarettes out of his pocket. Tamaki sends him a sharp look though he only shrugs at it. He places a cigarette between his lips before taking lazy strides towards the two of you.
“Want one too, hotty?” he asks as he holds the carton out for you. You reach out to grab one but Tamaki slaps your hand away.
“Don’t,” he says lowly. His growly voice sends heat through your body. “I don’t need you two to smell like smoke.”.
Dabi rolls his eyes before stuffing the cigarette that was dangling from his lips back where it belonged. “You’re no fun,” he groans.
Tamaki simply shrugs before starting to walk towards his apartment. While he still has his arm around you, Dabi hand creeps down to rest in right against your ass. He gives it a squeeze earning a squeal from you and a chuckle from him.
You three remain relatively quiet for the rest of the walk. You bask in the fogginess the alcohol has left in your mind. A droopy smile adorns your lips and your steps are slightly wobbly, though you have Dabi and Tamaki to help you walk straight.
It’s only now that you see the flush on Tamaki’s skin and the haze in his eyes. He clearly had his fair share of drinks himself. And even though Dabi seems sober, the sticky sweet smell of weed wafting of him tells you differently.
Tamaki suddenly comes to a halt. He unwraps his arm from you and starts to fish his keys out of his pocket. Dabi takes this opportunity to smoothly press you against the wall. The cold bricks hit your burning skin.
His breath fans over your face. You try to push your lips against his but he just pulls away with a teasing grin. “Come on,” Tamaki says as he holds the door open for the two of you.
You stumble into the building. The hot air circulating through the house is a stark difference from that of the cold night. “Up the stairs,” Tamaki says with slurred words.
The three of you stumble of the steep staircase, praying to God that none of you trip and fall. You giggle to yourself as you think about how badly this situation can go. You, drunk off your ass in some strangers home.
Your worries get silenced when you see some of Tamaki’s roommates walking around the house. The fact that there are others around in case the two men have malicious intents makes your muscles relax.
That’s when you spot a familiar blond mop of hair. “Mirio?” you call out. Your tall friends turn around to face you. A girl with bright purple hair is clinging onto him, kissing up and down his neck. You had no clue when he left the club.
“Hey!” he says with a smile. “What are you doing here?”. His eyes dart over to Tamaki and Dabi stumbling up the
stairs after you. “Oh, I see. Have fun!”.
He sends you a wink before darting into his room with the girl. “Didn’t know you knew 'im,” you slur. Tamaki nods before pointing to a deep purple door, most likely his.
“I know him from school,” he says before striding over to his door and holding it open for you and Dabi. “And he’s my roommate.”.
Dabi darts past you and into the room. He lets himself fall down onto the small couch in Tamaki’s room. “Nice place you got here,” he says. “Real nice.”. His calloused fingertips run over the plush material of the couch.
Tamaki lays his hand on the small of your back before leading you into his room, closing the door behind him. Sweet citrus flows into your nose. His room is spotless. Light blue led lights illuminate the room.
“Want a drink?” he asks both of you before stumbling over to the mini-fridge standing beside his desk. You nod before walking over to the couch and letting yourself fall down next to Dabi.
Dabi wraps his arms around your shoulder and pulls you to lay comfortably against his chest. The rhythmic beating of his heart calms you down even further.
Tamaki pulls three bottles of beer out of the fridge, holding them up in the air for you to see. Dabi nods approvingly prompting Tamaki to open the bottles up for you all.
The soft pops of the caps being removed sound through the room. After the bottles are opened he walks over to the couch. You greedily grab the ice-cold bottle out of his hands before he sits down himself, beside Dabi.
You take a sip of the beer, savouring the bitter tingle it leaves in your throat. Dabi takes a swig of the bottle as well while Tamaki keeps on staring at the bed in front of him.
“Got some music?” Dabi asks. Tamaki nods. He pulls his phone out, quickly connecting with the speakers in his room. He opens up Spotify before handing the phone to Dabi.
“Y-You choose,” he says before finally taking a sip of his beer. Dabi smirks as he browses through the app.
You perch up as familiar tunes start to fill the room. “Arctic Monkeys? Jezus christ, you’re predictable,” you say before taking another chug of your beer.
“Shut the fuck up. It’s good music. Besides,” Dabi says before leaning in to whisper in your ear. “It’s good music to fuck too.”.
Heat rushes up to your face. You already guessed that that was the reason why Tamaki asked you to go to his place. But Dabi confirming your suspicions still makes you get flustered.
Tamaki chokes on his beer as he hears Dabi talks. Dabi chuckles as he gives Tamaki’s back a couple of slaps. “There there, shy-boy,” he says. Tamaki holds his hand up to signal Dabi to stop. He obliges and leans back into the couch again.
It stays quiet for a moment as the three of you sip on your beers. Dabi’s hand slowly creeps up your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh slightly.
“Bunny,” Tamaki says. You gulp at the nickname, fuck, is it hot. “Why don’t you come to sit on my l-lap for a bit?”. His dark eyes bore into yours. You nod before handing Dabi your beer.
His eyes are glued on your eyes as you crawl over him before sitting down on Tamaki’s lap. “You’re so pretty like this,” he says. Your skin is flushed, eyes droopy and smile loopy. One of his hands rests on your hip as the other moves to caress your cheek.
“You’re gonna be a good little bunny for us, right?” he asks as he glances over to Dabi. He is still sipping his beer while his eyes are focused on your hips and the way they subconsciously grind into Tamaki’s.
“If you don’t want this, just-just tell me,” Tamaki says. You shake your head as your hands move to play with Tamaki’s hair. “You gotta say it.”.
“I want this,” you say. A smile creeps up on Tamaki’s lips. He leans in closer. You quickly take the hint and press your lips against his.
The bitter of the beer he just drank still lingers on his lips. His lips move against yours softly and sloppily. His hand cups your cheek while yours tug softly on his hair.
He lets out a groan at a particularly harsh tug. Your hips grind into his on the beat of the music. Tamaki relishes in the heat radiating off your body. Your soft skin pressed against his, your sweet taste on his lips and fingers tugging on his hair.
Tamaki pulls away, earning a whine from you. “Fuck, bunny,” he groans out. Your hips don’t stop their movements even when you can feel him becoming hard under you. You let your head rest against Tamaki’s chest as you look at Dabi.
He is still holding onto a bottle of beer in one hand while the other is palming himself through his jeans. He licks his lip, running over the cold metal of his piercings.
“You two sure know how to put on a show,” he says. His voice borders a growl, making it all the hotter. You make grabby hands towards him.
Dabi obliges by placing his beer on the floor next to the couch and leaning forward until his body is pressed against Tamaki’s. He starts to run his hands over your body. His fingertips linger around your hips and thighs.
“Whatever will we do with you?” he asks while looking at Tamaki. The indigo-haired in question leans towards Dabi to whisper something in his ear.
All you can do is stay seated in Tamaki’s lap and grind your hips against his at an agonizingly slow pace. The small amount of friction goes straight to your stomach and helps to build up the knot forming.
Dabi smirks at Tamaki’s words before he stands up off the couch. “Baby,” he coons. “Why don’t you go sit on the bed and be nice and pretty for us?”. His cooky grin makes your heart skip a beat.
Tamaki nods at you as he lifts his hands off your body. With wobbly steps, you make your way over to the bed. You sit down on it, noting the plushness of the covers.
Dabi and Tamaki take their stand before you. They gaze down at you with lust in their eyes. “Think you can handle the two of us, baby?” Dabi asks. You nod at his words.
“Of course they can,” Tamaki adds. He takes a step closer to you to gently cup your cheek. You melt into his touch. God, you could stay like this forever. “You’ll be a good bunny for us, right?”.
“If not, we might have to punish you,” he adds, earning a chuckle from Dabi. You look up at the two men through your lashes. You can’t help but get turned on beyond belief at the sight of them. You’re in for a long night, that’s for sure.
⤷Bakugou he likes it when you sit on the nearest surface with your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you. one of his hands on the side of your face/neck so he can hold you in place while kissing you like it’s the first and last time; your forgotten spotify playlist playing in the background. his body is so big and hot against you as his strong arm wraps around you and closes all the little distance between you; he loves to suck and bite your bottom lip when you least expect it, and if you make the slightest moan, he’ll laugh and call you needy. he also likes to pull away a little too often just so you can chase his lips; he loves to see that you need and want him just the same way he needs and wants you. he teasingly asks if you want to move into the bedroom and, before you can even answer, he picks you up and carries you there, leaving teasing kisses every now and then on your lips.
⤷Deku there is a smooth pattern of raindrops on the window; the netflix movie you’re trying to get him to watch with you is now neglected as it only serves as background noise for the sounds of your lips moving in unison and he just sighs in contentment because even though he doesn’t say it, he loves it when your lip gloss is smudged all over his lips; it tastes like you. his hands sliding lightly down your back as he leans you down to lie on the sofa; he settles between your legs and holds your thigh tightly with one hand as you wrap your legs around his waist; he can’t help but moan against your mouth as he rolls his hips against yours.
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.
+Anything intimate or ever on the verge of being lovey was not even on the table with Dabi. I don’t even know what I would call the thing between us. We’re not exclusive to each other but Dabi flips shit if he sees me with anyone else. Half of me is annoyed while the other half is flattered.
I was sitting on a bar stool in a popular bar near the middle of the city. I needed a bit of time to let go. Normally, I would just go to the bar at the hideout but I felt like Toga, Shiggy, and Dabi would just make me more anxious. Well, I actually would love to have Dabi here but even if he could he probably wouldn’t be here with me.
“Rum & Coke please.” I sat down at the bar. The bartender nodded and turned to work. It was easier for me to go out to a normal place like this then the others since I technically wasn’t a villain. “Thank you.”
“Pleasure.” The bartender winked before attending to another customer. I rolled my eyes. I turned to gaze at the dance floor. Half the people seem to be already plastered while the other half only slightly tipsy. I laughed at the outrageous behavior I was seeing tonight.
“Dip shits.” I smirked as a few people wired out. In the corner of my eye, I saw a tall figure approaching me. At first I thought it was a certain fire wielder. I looked sideways and saw a tall, brown haired man with tanned complexion.
“Why hello there, pretty thing.” He had an accent I couldn’t place. The man propped himself next to me. I looked up at him.
“Hi.” I simply said before looking back at the crowd. Only one guy has ever caught my attention and he certainly did not fit the bill.
“What’s your name, pretty thing?” He took a strand of hair and began to twirl it. I immediately used my quirk, took it out of his hand and turned to him.
“Do not do that. And none of your business.” I snapped.
“Oh come on.” He said playfully. He moved in closer. “Don’t be like that. I just want your name and to get to know you.”
“Don’t waste your time dude.” I moved away from the bar. I walked away towards an empty pool table. I set my drink down on a table and he came walking up.
“Playing hard to get are we?” He leant against the table.
“No.” I deadpanned while giving him a blank look. I flung my hand and the pool balls went into formation. I picked up a stick and began to play on my own. He stood there and watched me with a hungry look. I inwardly groaned.
“Damn, you are hot.” He kept up with his remarks. I ignored every one of them. He wouldn’t get the point that I wanted nothing to do with him.
Every now and again when I looked out into the crowd, I swore I saw a familiar black coated figure. It made me think back to my relationship with said man. I wish he wasn’t so against having something solid between us. My feelings for him were strong but he didn’t believe in that stuff. No hand holding, no cuddling, nothing affectionate. Or at least that’s what he kept preaching.
A waitress came and asked if I wanted another drink. I asked for Whiskey Sour. I needed something stronger to deal with the bozo. I took a drink as he looked at me over the edge of his glass. The hunger that was present earlier has intensified.
“Can you just buzz off?” I asked, annoyed. He only gave me a smile. How I wish Dabi was here so he could roast him.
“Nope. You’re too interesting to leave.” He said in a sultry voice. I scoffed in disgust and stood up to play another game. “Baby! Come back and sit with me.” He called me. “Baby!” He kept calling me. Eventually, I got annoyed and stormed over to the table.
“You are so fucking annoying!” I sneered and motioned my hand so the knife on the table would move to his throat. He put his hands up but continued to smirk.
“I’ve been told.” He shrugged. “But it’s a part of my charm.” I groaned, dropping my hand. The knife followed.
“Not in the slightest.” I muttered and I slumped back in my chair. I picked up my glass and brought it up to my lips. I saw a swish of black in the corner of my eye. I went to look but a voice spoke up first.
“Don’t.” A familiar voice snapped and a scarred hand pushed the drink from my lips and grabbed the glass from me. I looked up at Dabi in shock.
“Dabi?” He pressed himself against me, his chest to my back.
“This pathetic bitch drugged your drink, babe.” Dabi threw the glass at him before intertwining his fingers with mine, making me freeze. His aqua eyes were locked on the douche. I could physically see the man shaking with fear causing me to chuckle.
“D-ddda…” He stuttered. Dabi threw his other arm around my shoulders. He lifted his hand and ignited his blue flames. The heat from the flames broke my daze.
“Get lost.” The guy almost knocked the table over by how fast he ran away. He extinguished the flame. “You keep shit company.”
“Does that apply to multiple people?” I looked at him to see him give me a glare. “Plus, I wasn’t trying to keep him for company. He just wouldn’t take a fucking obvious hint.” I said irritated before letting my weight fall against him.
“I need a drink.” He groaned. He waved over a waitress. As he ordered his beer and another drink for me, I looked down at the hand he was holding. I was glad he was behind me because he couldn’t see the giddy smile on my face. “You could have told me you were going out. I would have come with you.”
“You would?” My hopes going up a bit. He took a big drink before slamming the bottle down.
“No shit.” He said looking around. His grip on my hand tightened a bit. “Who else would deal with these shithead perverts?” I laughed.
“Dabi… You’re a shithead pervert.” I said. He growled and tightened his grip again.
“Why you little…” He sighed annoyed. I looked down at our hands again. I reveled in the moment because I knew eventually he would pull away. I tried to subtly trace the juncture of his scar but I felt him stiffen. I did as well. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. I was preparing myself for rejection.
“Here it comes.” I said under my breath. I heard him let out a heavy sigh. Instead of throwing away my hand, he brought it up to his lips and quickly pecked it.
“This place is getting boring. How about we cut out and find something better to do?’” He finished his beer. I gaped at him. He met my eyes and gave me a ‘what’ look. “What? What’s up with you?”
“Oh nothing. Just…surprised.” I took the last couple swigs of my drink before getting out of my chair. I went to let go of his hand but he grabbed my wrist. He maneuvered our hands so they were comfortable to walk with. “I…oh, okay.”
“Let’s go.” He said before tugging me along. He pulled me outside before pulling me to walk close to him. “Next time you get the urge to go out where there are dipshits like that bozo in there, be sure to tell me. I’m not letting someone lay they’re hands on me…ya.” He gruffed. I could hear the unspoken words at the end of the sentence. 'My girl/man/ partner.’ I hid my smile before he could see it.
“Sooo… why is that?” I said curiously. “It seems awfully close to being affectionate.” I lifted our combined hands into view. He sneered and growled a 'Whatever’ under his breath but nonetheless didn’t remove his hand from mine. He yanked them down and I laughed.
“Come on.” He gruffed. I looked up and saw his eyes locked on something across the street. I looked and saw a few police officers and heros. He pulled me down the opposite alley. I went to tease him again but he cut me off. “Don’t even.” I tried to contain my laughter as he sulked and pulled me along.
+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.
