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.
