BEE (TOUYA'S VERSION)

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after having his quirk stolen, all that remains of dabi is a shell of a man. with nothing left in his life, he eventually finds you, someone who loves him despite it all.

(this is just a series of oneshots that can be read as standalones which i'll update (?) sporadically (also this is gonna be soo self indulgent i can already tell HAHAA))

older, mellowed out touya. spends his days smoking in the back of your bookstore and dancing with you in the refrigerator light. movie nights and tender kisses, late-night talks and everlasting love ♡

intro (end of the world) (dabi) 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ laundry day (touya) ⋆˚࿔ i'll bleed my fingers dry (touya)⋆˚࿔ what's a kat? (touya)⋆˚࿔ the-five-rule (touya) ⋆˚࿔ books 'n bruises (touya)⋆˚࿔ onyx capricorn (touya)⋆˚࿔ the quiet kind (touya)⋆˚࿔ refrigerator lights (touya)⋆˚࿔ drunk, drunkest darling (touya)⋆˚࿔

it's during those quiet, rainy nights where you learn how soothing his voice can be. after the first few months of knowing him, you had learned that he doesn't usually talk much, and when he does, it's usually snappy quips or dry remarks that don't come from the heart, and the gravelly sound of his voice that carries throughout the room isn't usually described as... comforting by others.

but to you? his voice is the fire in the most frigid cold, reassuring and familiar in all the ways that feel like home. you could listen to him talk for hours.

"—and there's all sorts of superficial convictions heroes have, and i'm not sure what pisses me off more, their stupid costumes or their empty promises. that kinda stuff isn't worth being put on a pedestal, you know?" he murmurs, palm traveling up and down the length of your spine idly as you let out a sleepy hum

"you better not be ignoring me by falling asleep." he snaps suddenly, and your lashes flutter open with a breathy giggle as you quickly move your head in a lethargic nod to acknowledge his prior words

"no, no—i'm listening. and i get what you mean, i like how you search for the realest parts of everyone. and the people that are full of the strongest of convictions. just like yourself." you coo, and dabi lets out a huff before drumming his fingers against your waist in silent thought

"you're right. and you should always chose the people you trust carefully." he replies monotonously, staring up at the ceiling with unblinking eyes. you sneak a peek at his side profile, lips twitching as you observe the serious look that's overcome his face. you like when dabi gets like this—comfortable enough to share his thoughts, his opinions—comfortable enough to let you peer inside all the chaos that is his mind.

"is that how you and i are together? did you see how real i was, how true i was to myself and most definitely to you?" you grin, poking his cheek playfully, and dabi's head tilts down to meet your gaze before a slanted smirk tugs the corner of his scarred lips upward

"nah, you just wiggled your way through the cracks. like a cute lil' sewer rat."

he barks out a laugh when you smack his chest before shaking his head — "no, no. 'course i chose you myself. i wouldn't let just anyone sleep in my pathetic excuse of a bed like this." he comments dryly, waving a hand around and gesturing to the darkened room you two occupied. you laugh brightly as you pull the thin blanket around the two of you tighter, hair spilling over your shoulders as you hover over his form

"it may be a twin mattress too small for even just one person, but that just means i get to be all the more closer to you, right?" you beam, and he rolls his eyes so far back and dramatically that you can't help but giggle at the sight

"don't get cheeky." he mumbles, pulling you back into his arms as you fall against his chest with a muffled oof! — then, dabi presses a hand to the back of your head and stuffs your face into his chest a moment later

"now shut up and go to sleep. any more giggles out of your mouth and we'll be up all night."

"are you sleepy, baby?"

dabi flushes immediately at the nickname, blue eyes widening a fraction before he scowls down at you and pinches your waist. you yelp, and he huffs before reaching forward and placing his mouth on your own, offering you enough gentle pecks to melt away your little frown

teaching zanka how to kiss! zanka x reader!!!

"so you've really never kissed anyone before?"

—zanka's not sure how the conversation with you had evolved into this. all he knew was that you and him had gotten locked in a room in some abandoned building and there was still about an hour left until help arrived, and your chatter just kept getting more and more preposterous as time went on

"g-god, you don't have to say it like that! i'm busy, ya'know...and it ain't like i even wanna waste my time with all that romance stuff..." he mumbles, ears tinged pink and a clear indicator that he was lying—the way his eyes bounce from your eyes to your lips only supporting the fact. you giggle, terrible endeared by your teammate as you offer zanka a smile that sends his heart racing.

"sure, sure, but don't you wanna at least try it? who knows, maybe you'll like it! i can teach you how to kiss if you want." you offer, and you watch zanka's eyes widen a fraction before he huffs, avoiding your gaze.

it doesn't help that the room you're trapped in is so small—cardboard boxes filled with supplies cover the majority of it, and you and zanka are forced to sit across from each other on the ground, face to face. your legs are spread out and relaxed while he sits as stiff as a board, unable to meet your gaze

"i... you shouldn't make jokes about that." zanka says weakly. he likes you so much—and here you are, making jokes about kissing him and having his organs feel like they were seconds away from failing. his hands clench tightly into fists as he tries to calm his erratic heartbeat, but then you scoot closer, tipping your face upwards to meet his. a small sound of surprise leaves his mouth when your hand bumps against his own

"won't you indulge me, zanka? pretty please? i'm so bored, locked in this room with nothing to do!" you pout, bottom lip jutted out and just begging for a kiss. zanka's hand is positively trembling by now, and it seems to have a mind of its own as it rises and reaches out to gently touch your cheek

his fingers are slender and calloused, and the sensation of them against your cheekbone sends a jolt through your body. you try to hide your giddiness and fail, a stupidly sweet smile coming over your face when he leans an inch closer

"j-just this once, you can teach me," he says softly, and your hand comes up to cover his and adjust his hold. zanka's heart flutters when you move close enough that the tip of your nose brushes his own, and soon enough, you're pressing your mouth against his.

zanka's frozen for a second—two seconds, three seconds, and then he's melting. he can't stop himself from reaching out to cradle your face with an impossibly tender hold, and you giggle against his mouth as you kiss him harder. his hands curl suddenly around your form as he brings you closer, and moments later when zanka finally does pull away, he's flushed and breathless beyond belief.

he clamps his mouth shut afterwards, touching his lips as if he were still in disbelief before shaking his head and hiding his face in the crook of your shoulder

"oh god," he whines, utterly wrecked as his fingers dig into your skin, a vain attempt to anchor himself.

you're feeling worked up yourself and take a moment to bask in the soft silence of the moment before zanka lifts his face from your shoulder, brows pinched in a small furrow

"you said you'd teach me how to kiss."

"mhm."

"then who did you kiss before me? who taught you?"

the words come out strained and frustrated, because zanka was having trouble stomaching the fact that someone else got to kiss you before he did. someone else was lucky enough to feel your soft touch against them before he got the chance—and in that moment, he is disgustingly jealous of someone he doesn't even know.

"huh? well, i never said i've actually kissed anyone before." you shrug, and it takes zanka a moment to process your words before he audibly gasps

"wha—how were you supposed to teach me something you've never even done yourself?!" he sputters in disbelief as you throw your head back with a laugh

"you're funny! also, who said i can't?!"

zanka is so stunned by your logic that he can only let his head fall back against the wall behind him, mouth gaping like a fish as you offer him an impish grin

"anyway, i don't wanna just be your first kiss! i wanna be your second and third one too, so..."