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BEE (TOUYA'S VERSION)

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turns out your silent and stoic teammate is actually a bit of an asshole

the very first time you hear dabi laugh is after you fall down the stairs.

of course, you didn't mean to tumble down the staircase like an absolute idiot. you especially would've been more careful about where you were stepping if you knew he was downstairs. but, to be frank, you were in a bit of a rush, and the haze of sleep weighed heavy on your senses. the socks you wore did nothing to help you catch yourself as you slipped down the staircase with the same amount of grace as a baby giraffe, hitting every single step on your way down with a loud thud

when dabi first heard your yelp and the hard thump that followed, his body was sent right into fight-mode as he stood from the league's worn out leather couch in less than half a second, tossing his phone and activating his quirk even quicker—but then, he watched you roll down the last few steps, landing on your back like an absolute fool, and he slowly came to realize just what had happened.

you must be in shock—he can tell you're not seriously hurt by the way you fell, but that doesn't make the pose you fell in any less ridiculous. your legs are sprawled halfway up the last few steps, arms behind your back and propping you up on your elbows—and the look of absolute bewilderment and bafflement on your face is just pure comedy

he really couldn't help himself—he blamed the sound that managed to slip past his lips on the fact that he's only slept five hours in the past two days and how the way you fell was just too stupid not to be amused by, but even that can't seem to justify the sound he didn't even know his voice was capable of making.

it's so undignified—so unlike him and so loud that it genuinely frightens you. you didn't even know dabi had seen you fall—you thought everyone would be asleep by now (it's nearly four am!), but then you hear that sudden and sharp burst of laughter, and dabi can practically see the dread and embarrassment that seeps into your features as you slowly turn your head towards him

"you—you look so fuckin' stupid! who the hell falls like that? what are you? are you some sort of a—some sorta of a—"

and he cuts himself off with another burst of laughter, obnoxiously loud and raspy, and you really don't know how to react. ever since joining the league almost a month ago, you've never seen dabi smile even once—forget laugh, and you're a little scared to move now that you've heard it

he's a sadistic bastard, that's for sure, but that unfortunately doesn't change the fact that his unbridled laughter is kind of...cute. it takes a while for it to subside, but once it does, he's tipped his head backwards on the couch and stares up at the ceiling with a barely there smile.

after going through enough embarrassment to last you a lifetime and then some in the span of five minutes, you try and rise on your feet and go back to bed to savor the last bits of your dignity, but then you wince, and you let out a quiet sound of defeat once you realize your ankle hurts too much to move

dabi watches you through the slits of his eyes, making no move to get up and help you, and your annoyance manages to finally bubble over as you glare at him

"stop looking at me like that! don't you think you've embarrassed me enough?" you huff with a deep frown and pinched brows, and dabi rolls his eyes. he's still smiling, so subtly that his scars almost obscure the sight completely—but you can see it.

"you embarrassed yourself...and stop whining so much. it's annoying." he says, and you manage to prop yourself up against the wall behind you with a grumble at his words

you pull your legs to your chest and hide your face in your knees for two reasons: first, to collect yourself, and second, to save yourself from any further embarrassment.

you sat there for a few minutes before you hear the springs of the couch creak and dull, heavy footsteps following the sound a moment later

your shoulders tense, but you absolutely refuse to look up and acknowledge dabi. instead, you keep your face down and body coiled tightly. but then you feel a hand wrap around your ankle, and dabi tugs on it—hard—and you let out a cry of pain

"d-dabi—that hurts! let go of me!" you protest, wriggling your slipper-clad foot in his grip for emphasis as he ignores you, fingers pushing past the band of your socks and pulling it down just to reveal the curve of your ankle. he observes it with squinted eyes, and despite trying to kick him with your other foot, he doesn't let go of your leg until he's satisfied with what he sees

"it looks like it's just a minor sprain. stop being such a crybaby." he says, and you grit your jaw

"it hurts, okay! just leave me alone. go away." you murmur, and he pulls away wordlessly before his arms come under the back of your knees and spine. he's standing with you in his hold half a second later, and you're so jostled by the sudden movement that the only thing you can do is dig your fingers into his arm and try to steady yourself

"w-what are you doing?!" you squeak, wriggling in his grip and peering up at him with wide eyes as he ignores you, walking back up the stairs. he carries you all the way back to your bedroom, ignoring your questions and the insistent tugging on the edge of his jacket's sleeve as he kicks open your bedroom door with the heel of his boot

"don't you dare bring your dirty boots insi—ack!"

he tosses you onto the bed, and you land on your back—limbs sprawled out like a starfish as you quickly sit up

dabi stands at the foot of your bed, both of his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his pants as he stares at you like he's waiting for something, and his gaze remains relentless and bright as it bores into your own

for a couple of seconds, you both just stare at each other in silence before you finally realize what he wants.

"oh... uhm, thank you." you say, and he blinks a few more times before spinning on his foot, exiting your room and curtly closing the door behind him. you listen to his footsteps fade, and once you can't hear him anymore, the realization of what he'd done sinks in

he carried you back to your room.

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sukuna is starting to forget what your smile looks like, but then the sight of it comes back to him in a dream among vivid fragments

a/n: I LOVE THIS ART OF SUKUNA HE LOOKS SO FUCKING HANDSOMEEE

before the king of curses met you many years ago, he'd been alone for as long as he could remember. it was never something that made him upset, but he supposes that could be attributed to the fact that he never knew what it was like to have a companion in life nor the all-consuming pain that comes when you eventually lose them

his first mistake was falling for a mortal, his second was actually pursuing one.

in the beginning, you were just like the other servants. you were attractive, but so were hundreds of other men and women he'd met, so this aspect about you meant nothing to him.

you were also quiet and hardworking, and this was a fact that didn't go unnoticed. surprisingly (and annoyingly enough), you had a knack of knowing what sukuna wanted before he did. you knew just which muscles in his back needed to be massaged during his baths, knew which robes fit every occasion and every time his ink vials needed to be refilled—you were just always there, lingering on the edge of something he couldn't name

he remembers the very first time you truly caught his attention, and it was when you punched another servant square in the face and broke their nose

fights between the servants were rare, so rare that your quarter's manager had hoped to simply sweep you out of sukuna's palace silently and effectively for your behavior before he ever caught wind of what happened. fortunately, gossip travelled fast, and you were summed to his throne room a mere four hours after the incident

even him sitting on a throne made of skulls didn't have you afraid, though with time sukuna would come to realize that you never did fear him at all. you simply sat respectfully on the marbled floor with your head bowed and spoke softly when he asked why you would jeopardize such a position as one of the king of curses' personal servant

the reason had been something even more mundane than he thought—apparently one of your superiors had been withholding food from a group of children in the palace, and you'd struck her when she refused to give it back. he could care less about matters as trivial as bread, those duties fell to his subordinates. what truly caught his attention was your inability to stay silent in the face of what you disagreed with. more simply put, your courage.

he was enticed to say the least. you soon became someone who frequented his bed—not only for the pleasures you provided at night, but for the conversation you gave in the day as well. talking with you actually brought upon stimulating chatter, and sukuna found himself wanting to hear more and more of what you had to say in regards to his personal affairs as well

it wasn't long before he wed you, and then there was her—a tiny little girl that inherited his wild pink hair and your round eyes. sukuna always told himself he'd be a strict father if he ever decided to entertain the idea of having an heir, but he never could even manage to raise his voice on your daughter because it would be your eyes staring back at him.

it's been years since you two were murdered during a raid, and while tonight he went to bed expecting the usual absolute darkness that came with sleep, ryomen sukuna had his very first dream.

—

"doesn't he look silly, baby? always frowning in his sleep...so angry for what?" you question softly, and a gurgled coo follows your words as well as a tiny hand tugging restlessly on his hair

"all papa does is scowl, huh? he doesn't know how handsome a smile looks on his face. maybe we don't tell him enough, hmm?" you giggle softly, and his arm merely tightened its grip around your waist as he hugged your smaller form closer to his own

"you talk too much." sukuna grumbles, peeking a singular eye open as one of his arms reaches out to grab your daughter by the scruff of her neck and hold her in the air above you two. she had a very persistent habit of crawling into your shared bed when she woke up at dawn

the little girl squeals, reaching out to hold his wrist so she doesn't fall as sukuna snickers. you pout, looking up at her before turning to him

"why are you so mean to my baby?" you accuse, poking his cheek with your finger as he rolls his eyes

"our baby. and she's annoying. look at her little feet, i cannot believe my heir to be so tiny." he scowls, shaking his hand a little in an attempt to scare her and frowning when she merely lets out a laugh

"she'll grow," you say, tucking your face onto the large expanse of his chest as he huffs, a rare grin tugging the corner of his mouth upwards. the sight is endearing enough for you to smile

your hair is a mess—whether from just waking up or your daughter playing with it. it sticks to your cheeks and your eyes are barely open as you watch your baby with the remnants of sleep still hanging on your features, but the gentle curve of your mouth has sukuna pausing. your lips are plush and soft, and he can see a sliver of your teeth when they part for a sweet laugh. he rests his head back onto the pillow, staring up at your daughter as the familiar hue of your eyes stare back at him

"i'm looking forward to it."

—

sukuna wakes up genuinely distraught as a sound of hurt gets caught in his throat, and he sits up fast enough that it has him dizzy for a moment

your side of the bed remains cold and empty. your daughter's crib on the other side of the room the same, and he can see a sparkling silver string of cobwebs beginning to form over the tiny mattress

has it really been that long since you both died?

reality is an awful thing that has him curling over the bed for a second, because the pain that runs through his body once he realizes that the dream wasn't real is so extreme he nearly gasps out of pure, agonizing pain