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Everything is hot.

You can only smell him.

Everything is blurry.

You can only move towards him.

Everything is loud.

You can only slur his name.

Your feet drag as you cling to the wall, stumbling towards him like you’re drugged up on all the nastiest shit you can find. He watches passively, hands in his pockets, not moving a muscle to help steady you or make your walk any shorter.

“D…Dabi…” You pant, weak and breathless and so desperate it makes his eyes roll.

He stays silent, scoffing as you trip over your feet and just barely catch yourself on the wall. When you reach out an unsteady hand, Dabi finally scoffs and reaches out. A hot, mean hand wraps around your wrist and yanks you into his chest, uncaring of the way you wince. And obviously you don’t care about the pain either.

There’s a look of disgust on Dabi’s face as he keeps a bruising grip on your wrist, watching the way you immediately press against him. Your free hand fists in his jacket while you bury your face in his shoulder, and he doesn’t even wanna think about the way your hips roll up against him.

“Jesus…” He grumbles, finally letting go of your wrist just to grab your jaw. He forces your face up, icy blue eyes dragging over your flushed features with a sneer on his face. “Thought you wanted to wait until we get back to the hideout. Or is that just too much now?”

A pathetic little whimper leaves your lips as you lean your whole weight into his hand, uncaring of the way his skin burns little red marks into your own. Your eyes are dilated to damn near the size of dimes, staring right up at him like he’s your own personal god, not that it’s enough to sway him into being nice.

“I-I can’t-…” You pant hotly, pressing closer and dragging your hands down to his belt. “It hurts- Dabi, please-.”

He grits his teeth at the way your every word breaks on a little whimper or a pant. You’re disgusting right now. Weak. Pathetic. But even Dabi can’t deny he’s fucking turned on. You always have a way of getting to him, even when you’re panting like a dog in his face, apparently. And whatever moral or ethical concerns anyone else might have about this situation don’t affect him. He was gonna fuck you tonight anyways, right?

“Fine, you little runt.” He drawls, grabbing the front of your shirt and dragging you behind him deeper into the alleyway.

You stumble and trip behind him, far too eager in your lust-drunk state to be walking like this. His grip on your shirt is like a leash attached to a collar, tugging you upright harshly and forcing you to keep up.

Once you get to the back wall, Dabi swings you around and slams you hard into the rough brick. The air gets knocked out of you a bit, but you still reach for him. He scoffs, sliding his hand down to your stomach to hold you there, just watching the way you squirm and try to get to him, your hands clawing at his arm as if you can drag yourself closer.

“Y’know…” He begins, looking you up and down slowly. “I bet you’d let me do just about anything right now…”

You nod dumbly, a little pout forming on your lips as you try desperately to get off the wall. He holds you firmly in place, your sudden weakness having no effect on his strength. Quiet, slurred little “yes”s and “please”s spill from your trembling lips, tears brimming on your lower lashes.

Dabi stares for another second. Then, slowly, a little grin lifts to his face. He raises his free hand, seeming to think for just a second before smacking you swiftly across the face. It’s not hard, really. Not enough to knock a tooth out or bruise you, but it’s enough to send your head to the side. It’s a test.

You yelp at the impact, your already-dizzy head spinning even more as you blink sluggishly. Then, as if nothing happened, you look back at him and continue on begging and reaching for him.

“Look at that.” Dabi snickers, sliding his hand down to roughly cup your crotch. It makes you keen and your knees buckle, and you would’ve fallen forward if it weren’t for his free hand clamping around your throat. “Even more pathetic than usual. It’s actually impressive now.”

Your hands scratch at his wrist as he chokes you harder than necessary, your breaths shaky and wheezing. And yet, still, your hips buck forward into his other hand, and drool slips from the corner of your mouth.

“Pl-ease-.” You choke out, gasping weakly as your eyes start rolling back a little. The sad thing is that you’re not even begging him to let go. You’re begging for more.

If it weren’t for the effects of the aphrodisiac already making you lightheaded and short of breath, you’d last a bit longer even with him choking you like this. But now, you’re already on the verge of passing out.

Dabi watches you struggle for a moment longer before finally loosening his grip on your throat just enough to let you gasp in some ragged breaths. His other hand heats up more and more, not even moving, just slowly burning you through your pants as your hips grind down desperately into it.

“Yeah, yeah.” He concedes, finally stepping in closer and letting you reach him.

Your hands immediately reach out to twist into his shirt, your body fighting against his hands on you just to brush against him even slightly. Dabi gets even closer though, his hand sliding around to the back of your neck, then sliding up into your hair. He grabs a tight fistful and yanks your head back, snickering as it makes you moan.

“You said it hurts?” He mocks, leaning in closer and closer with devastating slowness.

You nod quickly, trying to lean in but his grip keeps you in place. Impatient little whines leave your lips as you try to tug him closer or get yourself closer, but he holds you steady.

“How bad?” He grins, replacing his hand between your thighs with his knee and feeling you immediately draaag your hips over it.

The tears finally spill over now, a few dripping down your cheeks as your lips tremble. “Like I’m d-dying- please-.”

And it’s true. The effects of the aphrodisiac are only getting worse with every second. Everything between your hips feels like it’s on fire and, ironically, he’s the only one that can put it out. You feel like you’ll literally die if he doesn’t kiss you, touch you, fuck you. And honestly, since you don’t know the specifics about the quirk you got hit with, you very well could die if he doesn’t help you.

Dabi knows that too. And as much as he loves seeing you crying and writhing in pain just for him…it would be a lot of trouble for the League (and maybe 1% for him personally) if this quirk were that sinister. So, ‘mercifully’, he finally leans in and presses his lips to yours.

The reaction is immediate. You shudder and moan and cling to him even tighter, your hips rutting against his thigh in uneven little jerks. Drool spills from the corners of your lips as you kiss him with a disgustingly sloppy desperation. He keeps your head still with the grip on your hair, his other arm sliding around your waist to haul you in closer.

He only pulls away with a grimace when you suddenly seize up and whine brokenly, letting go of your hair only to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. You dig your nails into his skin and bury your face in his neck as you cum right in your pants- just from some kissing and grinding. His arm around your waist tightens to keep you from falling, but the look on his face is anything pleased.

“God, you’re disgusting…” He mutters, rolling his eyes as the patch on his thigh you’re dry-humping gets warmer with your release. “I could actually vomit right now.”

You finally come to a stop a second later, panting and dazed but not even close to satisfied. Instead, you pull back just enough to peek at him, all flushed and pleading for more. Dabi groans lightly in annoyance, raking his eyes over your messy face. Before you can even start your next plea, he’s grabbing you by the hair and dragging you a few steps over to some grimy, stacked-up boxes.

“Can’t believe I have to deal with this shit.” He grumbles to himself, carelessly throwing you down so you’re bent over the boxes.

You yelp with the sudden shove, landing hard and fumbling to catch yourself. He comes up behind you and places a firm hand on your back, holding you down and heating up his palm a bit. The position has your muddled mind reeling, your nails digging into the wood under you as your hips press back, desperately seeking the friction.

“D-dabi, please-.” You whine, your thighs trembling just from his other hand yanking your pants and underwear down your thighs.

“‘Dabi, p-p-please’.” He mocks coldly, jostling your pants down and grimacing at the way your back arches for him. “Is that all you know how to say right now?”

You whimper desperately, reaching back blindly with one hand as if you can grab and pull him into you. He sighs as if disappointed, using his free hand to tug open his belt and undo his pants.

“You’re lucky I was even able to get hard with you being all gross like this.” He informs you, having to stroke himself a few times to get himself fully ready, not that you’re fully comprehending what he’s saying anyways.

Still grasping blindly and whining weakly, you barely even get a second to process what’s happening before he’s shoving inside all at once. The moan that rips from your mouth bounces off the alleyway walls, so loud and broken he wouldn’t be surprised if someone was alerted and came running.

Dabi groans quietly as he hilts inside you, gritting his teeth as your noises grate on his ears. You’re squeezing him tighter than ever before though, and he can tell you’ll probably cum again as soon as he starts moving. Sighing lowly, he gives a little testing roll of his hips. Again, you cry out like you’re already on your third round of him pounding you.

“You better shut the fuck up before someone hears you.” He growls out, heating up his hand on your back to punctuate his threat.

You squirm and writhe under him, not heeding him threat even a little bit as you whine for him to start moving, uncaring of the brand burning through your clothes. He rolls his eyes, pulling out of you harshly and listening to you cry in frustration.

Grunting angrily, he flips you over onto your back and pushes back in, clamping a burning hand over your mouth to muffle your scream. This time, he doesn’t hesitate, starting to ram into you with harsh thrusts that rattle the boxes under you. You moan and cry beneath his hand, your own weak ones clawing at his arm through the sleeve of his jacket.

“Hah- Can’t believe you let yourself g-get hit-.” Dabi grits out, glaring down at you angrily. “Fuckin’ idiot- makin’ me deal with it-.”

He hits deep, his pierced tip slamming into that spot he always hits so perfectly. You’re already drooling against his palm, your eyes rolling back as tears of pleasure slip down your cheeks. His other hand grabs your hip, his hand burning a red-hot handprint into your skin as he loses his temper.

Dabi grunts and pants above you, not caring about the sounds anymore as he rails into you. He’s pissed, obviously, both with your incompetence and with the way his cock is leaking inside you. Fuck, he likes this. You, all helpless and needy, begging and pleading, drooling and crying, taking everything he gives you and cumming so fucking easily. Groaning harshly, he takes his hand off your mouth and shoves two fingers in instead, his cock twitching at the way you gag and moan.

Inside you, the coil tightens more and more with each passing second, astronomically quicker than usual and 10x more intense. It’s scary, the way you can’t control yourself right now. Your vision is all fuzzy and hazy, your ears barely picking up any sound, your hands scrabbling blindly at his sleeve, your moans all broken and uneven- your entire being can only fully focus on the feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out of you. And it feels so good- better than good- it’s absolutely euphoric.

Drooling obscenely on his fingers, your back arches as your release mounts higher and higher. Dabi watches, his hand on your hip yanking you down into his thrusts. “Gonna c-cum already, slut?- ah!- This s-soon?”

You don’t even answer his question. You can’t. Because your orgasm is ripping through you like fire, your entire body convulsing and arching to a point it would be a little concerning to anyone else. It hits you so hard your voice breaks, leaving only a breathless little scream that cracks around his fingers. Your vision goes white and your body goes numb, teetering on the edge of consciousness under him.

Grunting in surprise, Dabi lurches forward a little as you clamp down on him tighter than you ever have before. He snaps his hips sharply, his cock throbbing as your walls constrict around him.

“Sh-shit-.” He grits out, now teetering on the edge of his own release. “Little whore- g-gonna make me-.”

His hips ram in a few more times while you keen and shake and cry around his fingers. Fuck, you disgusting, delirious, delicious little mess, making him cum this fucking fast. He listens to your broken little mewls as he pumps in a few more times before hilting fully inside- something he wouldn’t normally do, but feels right this time. Moaning lowly, he shoots thick ropes of cum deep inside you, his hips jerking and rolling to push it in as much as possible. But it’s your reaction to him filling you up that takes his focus off his own orgasm.

Dabi watches with slightly widened eyes, your body responding with such visceral intensity that it even surprises him. But the most surprising thing is that he can physically see the effects of the aphrodisiac quirk leave your body, glowing a bright pink as it simmers from your skin. More than that, he can see the way your eyes roll back like you’re about to pass out.

Yanking his hand out of your mouth, he slaps you sharply across the face again, your own spit smearing across your cheek. You practically jolt back to life, your eyes going wide with clarity and confusion as helpless whimpers spill from your lips. You look up at him in confusion as he just grins and rolls his hips lewdly, your hands reaching up to grip at his shoulders.

“W-what-.” You stammer out, your whole body aching and your head spinning with the after effects of the aphrodisiac- not to mention the shock of suddenly coming to and finding yourself stuffed full of your friend’s dick.

“Don’t worry.” He grins, although it only makes you worry more. “Was just helpin’ your stupid ass out…”

You whimper shakily as he swiftly pulls out and puts his dick away, struggling to sit up after him and ending up slumping against his chest weakly. Dabi scoffs softly but doesn’t pull away. Instead, he grabs your jaw and forces your face up again, glaring down at you with a cruelty that makes a shiver run down your spine.

“Don’t fucking get hit by that shit again. Unless you want to piss me off…”

—

When you scoff and keep your arms crossed tightly over your chest, both for warmth and because your nipples are so clearly poking through your shirt, Dabi just grins wider. He’d look you up and down, in your thin pajamas and shivering from the blast of the AC. It doesn’t affect him, obviously, because he’s always running hot.

After a bit more back and forth, he either finally concedes or you just force yourself. Either way, you end up on Dabi’s lap, your back to his chest as you lean into him. You either grab his wrists or he does it himself, but his hands are cupping your tits without much of a fight. It’s not like he’s really complaining anyhow.

He does tease, though. Dabi would chuckle as he squeezes your tits slightly, feeling your nipples against his palms from the cold. He’d be all close in your ear like, “So demanding…” and “Fuck, you really are cold, huh?” You huff and grumble, but your body relaxes as his warmth seeps into you.

You stay like that for a while, maybe chatting, maybe staying quiet, but it’s long enough for him to shift a bit beneath you and tip his head back boredly. Dabi isn’t really used to this, sitting in one place doing practically nothing. He’d probably start groping you just out of boredom, not even doing it sexually, just squeezing your tits so his hands have something to do. Then, finally, he groans and grumbles, “…How fuckin’ long do I have to do this?”

—

You’re the first girl Tomura has ever really been around for more than 30 seconds. Like, seriously, for most of his life he’s been surrounded by men. So, in the beginning of your relationship, he doesn’t really know what’s wrong and what’s right.

I mean, he’s called people bitches before. In person, on some game- he’s called people almost every insult under the sun. So when you piss him off the first time, it just slips out naturally.

“…Fucking bitch…”

You were already walking away, trying to get some space and air before going back to actually talk about whatever you were arguing about.

But when you heard that, you immediately stopped in your tracks.

Tomura watched flatly as you slowly turned back around, a mix between anger and shock on your face.

“…Excuse me?”

Well, the way you said that did actually make him pause for a second. Why do you look so…offended? I mean, yeah, he insulted you. But you look like genuinely distraught over it. And so, he doubles down.

“…I said you’re being a bitch right n-.”

The sound of the slap rings throughout the room.

You’d crossed the distance between you two in less than a second, your hand landing sharply on his cheek. Tomura’s head whipped to the side, his eyes wide with shock. He brings a hand up to touch his cheek, red and stinging from your force. You just…you just hit him? Just for that?

Immediately, he’s even angrier than before, turning his head and glaring harshly. “What the fuck-.”

“Don’t ever fucking call me that again!” You cut him off so sharply he shuts right up, which doesn’t happen very easily. “Do you hear me?! I’ll slap the shit out of you if you do that again!”

Blinking rapidly, Tomura stares at you in disbelief. He’s never seen you this angry before- especially not at him. But you’re absolutely fuming, glaring daggers at him, your hand shaking from how hard you hit him, and you’re 100% serious with your threat.

Now normally, he wouldn’t stand around thinking about his actions. Only the rest of the League could get away with hitting him and yelling at him like this, but even they couldn’t make him actually reflect. No, you are the only person who’s ever made him feel…bad? He’s never thought about the weight of his words, but apparently calling you a bitch is a dealbreaker.

You don’t let up your glare for a second as he seems to rethink his life. Then, after a moment or two, Tomura backs off. He looks away with a scowl and takes a step back, his hands clenched at his sides, obviously still angry but giving up just this once.

“…Fine…Won’t happen again.”

—

Dabi, on the other hand, does know better…kind of. He knows you ‘shouldnt’ call a woman a bitch, but he doesn’t exactly know why it’s so bad. He doesn’t know why it would carry more weight than any other insult. And he’s not exactly know for being considerate anyways.

You two are arguing, as per usual. It’s always something, really, when two unstable and confrontational people get together. This time, apparently you’ve been ‘nagging’ him about maybe being just a little more careful on missions so he doesn’t DIE.

Huffing in irritation, you turn to leave in the middle of the argument, really not wanting to get into a yelling match right now.

“Yeah, walk away…Stupid bitch.”

The way you freeze in your tracks has Dabi thinking he won the argument, a grin spreading on his face as he casually leans back against the wall.

You turn around slowly.

Still grinning.

You level a mean glare at him.

Still grinning.

You start coming back towards him.

Still-

That stupid smirk is wiped clean off his lips as you slap him hard across the face.

Dabi’s head whips to the side, his breath audibly hitching. You just…hit him? Seriously? It doesn’t hurt him much- God knows his pain tolerance is absurdly high- but it probably would’ve knocked someone weaker out.

“Are you fucking cra-.”

“You don’t fucking call me a bitch!” The command leaves your lips so harshly, even someone like Dabi shuts up and meets your gaze. “You ever do that again, I’ll beat the shit out of you! Do you understand me?!”

He blinks once or twice, actually shocked that you’re threatening him after you just hit him. But damn…you’re completely serious. Your hand is shaking from how hard you hit him, but it’s poised just in case you think he needs another one. And if looks could kill…he’d probably be dead on the floor right now.

And Dabi isn’t even mad about it. Actually, he’s impressed. And, unhealthy as it is, he’s only attracted to you even more because of it.

Scoffing softly, he looks to the side again and takes a step back, his hands coming up in a sarcastic show of surrender. You slowly lower your hand, your eyes narrowing suspiciously on the way the corner of his mouth twitches as he holds back a smirk.

“…Yeah…Got it, babe…”

—

Like imagine you’re just like hanging out in his room, chilling on his bed or something while he’s changing. No shame. You’re on your phone anyways, but Dabi doesn’t care if you look. But then, like, you hear him grab his belt and all of a sudden you’re paying attention. And you watch his hands as they like slide it through each belt loop. And he doesn’t say anything, but he totally knows you’re watching, so he turns more towards you and lets you watch him buckle it, and he’s like teasing you about it.

Or like when y’all are making out or something, and Dabi’s pressing his hips all up on you, and you can just feel the metal of his belt buckle against your lower stomach. And when he tries to pull away, you grab it and tug him back in, and you both like go CRAZY.

OR LIKE LIKE when ur on your knees for Dabi, and he’s like looking down at you, and his hands are all like rough and close to your face as he slooooowly unbuckles his belt. And he like mocks the way you squirm at the sound of the metal clinking, but really he just loves that he barely has to do anything for u to get worked up.

OR LIIIIIIKE WHEN HES LIKE BEHIND YOU. Like, you’re face down ass up for Dabi, and he’s like kneeling behind you on the bed. And you just get soooo fucking turned on because you can hear him unbuckling and undoing his belt, and you just KNOW what happens next.

OR OR OR LIKE WHEN HE MAKES YOU DO IT YOURSELF. And Dabi’s all like like like watching as your hands reach out and like grab his belt, and your hands are trembling cuz ur so excited, and he shifts his hips a little to help as you gently unbuckle his belt and pull it loose RASAFHAHGHH

—

A smug chuckle leaves Dabi’s scarred lips as he snaps his hips a few more inches forward, bottoming out and watching cum gush out around the base of his cock. You whine and squirm under him, your thighs shaking under the weight of taking one more round like this.

Your relationship with Dabi isn’t much of a relationship at all. You’re teammates. Friends, on days he feels like acknowledging you enough to bring you scouting or on supply runs. Fuck-buddies, after one drunken confession turned into a promise to suppress those feelings.

Now, maybe once or twice or five times a week, he pounds you into his mattress like he’s doing you a favor.

“That’s it- hah-.” He grunts behind you, keeping your face smushed into the pillow while he pistons his hips erratically. “Fuckin’ n-needed this, huh?”

You moan and whine under him, muffled against the pillow but still far too obvious to anyone walking by outside.

It’s always like this- impersonal, quick, rough, taking him entirely from behind. He doesn’t do much else- a bit of foreplay, but no kissing. No little compliments or soft words. You know why, too. He made it perfectly clear for you.

“You like me?” Dabi had asked that late night at the bar, smug and mocking and yet just subtly actually surprised. “How drunk are you?”

You’d denied it even though you were more than a couple drinks deep. To this day, you thank god no one else was around to watch you beg for him, or grab at his arm, or fucking tear up when he’d rejected you.

“You’re a pretty girl, sweetheart…” He’d drawled, shrugging off your grabbing hands and glancing away from your wet eyes. “But what’s the point? We could all die tomorrow…And our line of work isn’t exactly stable.”

When a tear fell down your cheek, he’d let out a long, exasperated sigh. His hand was surprisingly gentle as he cupped your cheek and wiped the tear away.

“…I can’t be with you…Not the way you want.” He murmured lowly, looking in your eyes now with a cold seriousness you never usually see from him. “But we can work something out, if you need it that bad…”

“Talk t-to me, baby-.” Dabi grits out, yanking your head up from the pillow while he pounds you, letting your moans ring out freely. “Tell me all a-about it-.”

Gasping in the fresh air, you feel drool running down your cheeks as you babble to him. But really, more than anything, you can feel the tears dripping down your cheeks. “Mm!- ‘Ts s-so good- ah!- n-need it- more- ngh!- p-please-!”

Growling in pure pleasure, he rewards you with a few harsh thrusts, ramming into your cervix with his pierced tip. You nearly scream, as per usual, your moans breaking on cries while you hold back sobs.

“C-close- uh!” You whimper out, your hips starting to press back onto him.

“Yeah?” Dabi taunts, giving your hair a tug that makes you squeal while his other hand clamps down on your hip. “Want m-me t’fill you u-up again?- ngh-.”

The thought makes you damn near crush his cock with your pussy, clamping down as if you can keep him inside forever…keep him yours forever. He chuckles roughly, his eyes rolling back a little at how you always get all tight and needy for him.

Right as you reach your peak, your hand mindlessly shoots back, looking for something of his to hold onto. Dabi glances down at your desperate little fingers reaching for something he won’t give you. Instead, he lets go of your hair and grabs your wrist, using it to keep you in place as he fucks you through your last orgasm of the night.

You could say it was an act of kindness, the way he lets you hang around without leading you on. It’s not like he reminds you of your feelings, or the rules you set up. That’s a secret he keeps safely to himself. He just expects you to remember…to behave. Otherwise, you both know he’ll drop you and walk away forever.

And somehow, him walking away would be worse than crushing down your feelings just to keep him at arms length.

Crying and trembling under him, you take his rapid thrusts even as your sensitive pussy ripples from the overstimulation. His hand around your wrist grounds you as much as it hurts you, his burning palm leaving as much of an imprint on your heart as it does your wrist.

“Oh, fuck-.” Dabi grunts out, his eyes screwing shut as he gets himself off. “Fuck- fuck-.”

His last thrust is so harsh it sends you lurching into the pillow again, muffling your broken mewl as he pumps you full of his boiling cum again. You’re okay with it though. Because it also muffles your little sniffles and sobs.

Dabi knows this hurts you, even if the sex is pure bliss. And honestly, he does feel as bad as someone like him can feel.

He wasn’t lying. You’re a pretty girl. But he doesn’t tell you everything else he thinks about you. That you’re strong. And smart. And funny. And the only one in the whole damn world that makes him feel something other than burning hate.

He wasn’t lying about the other thing either, though. That there’s no point. He’s going to die- soon, if things go his way. Pursuing something with you, even if it would make you both happy, would only hurt you both even more in the end. And if there’s one person Dabi wants to have mercy on…it’s you.

So instead, he keeps his heart stone cold while the rest of his body overheats with the vigor of fucking you. He keeps his lips chained away from yours even if all he wants to do is feel their softness. He keeps your face turned away, because he knows one look into those pretty eyes would send him reeling. And he keeps his cum inside you, even though he knows all you really want filling you up is his love.

It’s quiet now, in the absence of moans or grunts or the creaking of the bed. Dabi lets go of your wrist as your soft sobs filter through his pillow, and he watches it drop limply to his mattress.

With a gentleness that belies the way he just fucked you but speaks volumes of his true feelings, he pulls out and guides you down fully onto the mattress.

And finally, while pretending every tear from your eyes doesn’t threaten to shake the walls around his heart, Dabi gets up, gets dressed, and walks out.

It’s easier this way, he tells himself. Leaving you cold and hurt and alone. It’s better.

For both of you.

—

he's always found comfort in the feeling of nicotine filling his lungs and chest, it felt like a love his parents never provided. so not only did he find you insane when you brought up his addiction and quitting it, he was fucking bewildered even at the thought. people come and people go, but a cigarette never leaves you.

𓏵

“dabi, the heroes need me, i'll be back in a bit.” you announced from your bedroom while getting ready. dabi made his way to wherever your voice came from and leaned against the doorway. “yeah, shigaraki needs me too.” he watched you slip on your shoes and fix your hair quickly. you give him a peck and head towards the door.

“hey, remember not to use your fucking frostbite gaze for long. i'm not thawing you out again, doll.” he teases. “yeah yeah.” you mutter and close the door behind you. he stays where he is for a few moments, then ultimately decides to head out and get shigarakis task of the day off of his agenda.

𓏵

dabis almost always home first since he just goes out, lights some shit up, and heads home. he sits on the couch, gazing up at the ceiling like it held answers or something. he knew this feeling all too well; the craving of another temporary solution to his problems. he knows it's wrong, but you only live once, don't you?

he opens his bedroom door and starts rummaging through drawers, where did he hide them from you? he checks the mattress, the closet — right, they're under his nightstand, how could he forget? he's used to hiding a pack or two from you, and since you haven't found them yet, he can keep smoking them. right?

the sky is painted red and yellow as the sun goes down, and dabi makes himself comfortable as he leans against the wall of his apartment. he stares at the pack in his hands, waiting first, wondering just how much you'll hate him this time if he lit just one. “fuck it.” he sighs, taking out a stick and letting it hang from his scarred lips.

just one won't do any harm that hasn't been done already, he's already falling apart at the seams and held together by a few staples and a prayer or two. he pulls out his lighter and lets the flame meet the other end of the cigarette, he always loved the taste of the smoke.

“you said you quit.” a familiar voice spoke up in the distance, walking forward to reveal you. you looked tired, you always did after coming home, but this time, the fatigue mixed with something else; anger? disappointment? sadness? did you expect this? or was this a 'welcome home'? he couldn't tell this time.

dabi let out a sigh and snuffed out the cigarette on the bottom of his boot. “touya, you promised.” he paused at the use of his old name, the name he let nobody use, then stood up again. his expression was cold, his eyes were sharper, he looked different. “don't call me that. i'm not touya.” it didn't matter right now. whether he was touya or dabi, he still fucking promised that was the last one.

“you promised me that was the last one.” he doesn't answer, but his turquoise eyes are still on yours. he's well aware you're not happy about the situation, but there's nothing he can say to get himself out of this. you caught him. “i know.” it wasn't like you were expecting an apology or anything, but damn.

“you know? touya, do you even feel bad?!” you exclaim, throwing your hands up in frustration. he catches your wrists and looks down at you. “'m not touya.” you pause for a moment, observing his unapologetic features. “dabi you fucking swore you'd quit. you promised, have you forgotten so soon that you were going to do it for me?!”

“doll, it's just one cigarette, alright?” he steps closer, letting go of your wrists. his features are so pretty close up, so lethal, like a poison he's trying to use on you to make you forget what you're even arguing about. “that's not the goddamn point! do you not understand what a promise is?!”

“shh, you're being too loud. the neighbors'll think 'm bullying you.” his teasing and playful tone and smirk only piss you off more, so naturally — like any good lover would, you grabbed the pack out of his pocket and threw it as far as you could. “doll! do you know how much i paid for those?!”

you wanted nothing more than to slap him in that moment. how could he not see you were trying to protect him? does he really not know or is he just being an idiot? “i care about you dabi, and watching you smoke days of your life away with every hit doesn't sit right with me!” you yelled at him, and he just watched you.

“i'll quit.” he said genuinely.

you looked at his eyes, this time they were serious, not like before when he would just dismiss you and do it again. “swear this time. promise you'll quit or i'll leave you.” he nods and messes with his three nose piercings for a moment. “alright. i swear i'll try my best to quit. for real this time.”

“c'mere, crybaby.” he opens his arms wide and gives you the option to come to him or stay away, he smirks when you hug him angrily. his big, calloused hand strokes your hair. “you're cold. you still overused your quirk didn't you.” it's not a question, he already knows. he scoffs, then chuckles.

dabi shakes his head and leads you inside. “oh, c'mon, you're not still mad are you? i just quit, doll.” you pouted in front of him, crossing your arms like a child thats been denied candy. “i'm still mad at you. make it up to me.” he laughs at your immature words and nods. “okay fine, just get inside. it's cold out here.”

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