#soft dabi thots

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.