Bright blue eyes, soft red hair and chubby cheeks. That’s the sight that’s captivated Dabi for the past couple months. Everything outside of this new, happy bubble of his has ceased to exist for the time being. It took a few weeks for him to figure out how to properly interact with his daughter but he got there. Now you settle on the couch, watching as he prepares a bottle with practiced ease, almost as if he’d been doing it his whole life. Never once did you think you’d get to see these parts of him, the parts that you can only assume are Touya and not Dabi. He swirls the bottle ridding it of bubbles as he makes his way over to you and a quietly fussing Hina. The smile on his face is soft and inviting as you hand off your daughter to be fed, her fussing instantly stopping as she’s transferred to her fathers arms.

“She likes you more than me.” You pout, pulling your knees to your chest. 

“She doesn’t. She only likes me because I have her food.” 

“Not true. Any time she cries she’ll stop as soon as you pick her up. She has a favorite.” 

“She’s barely three months old. I don’t think they have favorites that early.” 

“Hina does, and it’s you.” You watch him settle on the couch next to you and get Hina situated to eat. “I guess I should be happy she calms so easily with you. Makes handing her off to you in the night a million times easier.” 

Dabi lets out a small snort as he holds the bottle steady. “Guess so. Means we all get a little more sleep.” 

“Fatherhood looks good on you.” You whisper quietly as if it’d scare him away. “I’m glad you decided to be a part of this.” 

He smiles ever so slightly as he looks up at you. “Yeah, I’m glad I did too. The little monster’s pretty great.” 

“She’s perfect.” 

“I guess she is pretty perfect.”

You rest your chin on your knees as you watch Hina stare up at her father as she eats. Your lips quirk up in a small smile as you remember the first time he attempted to give her a bottle. 

Touya settles next to you, eyes scanning over the small pink bundle in your arms. The hand holding the small bottle shaking ever so slightly. Giving him a soft smile, you take the bottle and carefully place Hina in his arms. She stares up at him with small blue eyes almost perfectly mirroring his own. Once he has her settled properly, you hand over the bottle and lean back in bed. 

“So I just give this to her?” He questions as he looks between the two of you. 

“Well, you hold it for her, but yeah. Just put it in her mouth and she’ll drink.” 

He looks a little unsure before carefully pressing the nipple of the bottle to her mouth. It takes a moment but Hina opens her mouth and eagerly suckles. He frowns deeply when the bottle pops out of her mouth and a sharp cry fills the air, milk running down her chin. Fumbling slightly, he manages to get her to take the bottle again. You can’t help but laugh as his normal cool demeanor looks slightly flustered. 

“Don’t stress. You’re just learning to feed her and she’s only just learning how to actually eat. You two will get the hang of it.” 

“You and the nurse did it so easily.” 

“Well, the nurse helps with this for a living, and I think I just got lucky.” You gently brush a finger over Hina’s cheek as she stares up at him. “She already loves you.” 

“She’s like 8 hours old. Can she even love yet?” 

“I like to think so. She could hear your voice and feel your warmth before she was born. So she knows you and she definitely loves you. Just look at how she’s looking up at you.” 

He looks down at her and smiles softly. “Yeah, maybe she does. She’s really cute.” 

The two of you watch as Hina happily eats, her little blue eyes slowly closing as she finishes her bottle. Handing you the bottle, Touya awkwardly sits her up, wipes her mouth and gently pats her back until she lets out a small burp. 

“See, you did just fine. Now she’s nice and fed and will probably fall asleep in your arms.” You say, resting your head on his shoulder as he shifts Hina to cradle her against his chest the way he’d been shown. 

Your mind wanders back to the present day as you watch Touya set the bottle off to the side and burp her. He keeps her in a sitting position, making sure to help support her head and neck as he makes faces at her. A smile makes its way to your face as Hina makes a sound that’s not quite a laugh but is clearly getting close. Bringing his feet up to rest on the edge of the coffee table, Touya lays Hina back against his thighs and allows her to grab his fingers. 

“You’re really becoming a good dad, you know.” 

“Think so? Because I have no idea what I’m doing.” He lets out a small huff of laughter. 

“I don’t think any parent knows what they’re doing, but you’ve picked it up really easily. Are you secretly a dad already? Or like a super awesome older brother?” You tease light heartedly, knowing he won’t answer. 

“I definitely wouldn’t say awesome. Didn’t exactly do much with babies and stuff.” He mumbles quietly. 

You turn to him a little shocked. “Wait, does that mean you’re an older brother? Like you have a sibling?” 

“Something like that. Don’t exactly like to talk about the past.” 

“Ok, well, if you ever do want to talk about it, I'm here to listen.” Leaning over, you kiss his cheek. “I’m always here to support you.” 

It almost feels like everything happens at once. Dabi’s off on league business when your name pops up on his phone. His nose scrunches slightly as he steps away from the group, ignoring the less than pleased look Shigaraki gives him. He doesn’t even get a moment to really comprehend what’s happening after he answers. Before he knows it, Dabi is tripping over himself to get to the shitty hospital down by the base. He chooses not to question what strings you pulled to get the two of you there and hidden away in the depths of the hospital. 

There’s a nervous shake to his hands as he watches the nurses move around the little room the two of you are in. The steady beeping of a machine occasionally distracts him. He’s pretty sure he heard the nurse say something about that baby’s heartbeat when she hooked you up to said machine, but now he can’t remember. All he can really focus on is the way you grab at him and whine with every contraction. He’s not good at this. He’s not good at comforting you, but he’s trying. He’s warming his hand and holding the little cup of ice that the nurse brought you. He knows it’s not enough but, again, he’s really not good at this. 

It’s all moving too fast again. Nurses are bringing things into the room and shifting the bed around, helping you to get into position. One nurse ushers him towards one of your sides and he takes his place. Dabi doesn't even get a chance to think of what he’s supposed to do before you’re grabbing his hand as nurses are telling you to push. Any noise you make is drowned out by the sound of his blood rushing through his body. 

He doesn’t know how to do this. He doesn’t know how to do any of this. He’s not the guy that’s a boyfriend and he’s definitely not the guy that should be someone's baby daddy. For a moment, he considers disappearing. This is all too much. 

Then the sound of his own blood is drowned out by a sharp cry. Suddenly any thought of leaving is gone as he looks at the crying little body placed on your chest. You yank your hand free from his as you cradle your new little baby to your chest. It’s entirely too warm in here as he watches you hold your baby, his baby. That’s it, that’s his baby on your chest. 

“Would you like to cut the cord?” The doctor asks. Dabi still can’t think. He stares at the doctor for a moment before finally nodding. He follows the doctor's instructions before snipping the cord and turning his attention back to the little body on your chest. It takes a bit for everyone to finally clear out of the little room, leaving the two of you alone with your new little girl. 

“So we still like the name Hina for her, right?” You whisper, finally breaking the silence. 

“Yeah, I think so. I mean, unless you want to name her something else?” 

“I think Hina is perfect.” 

“Ok, okay then Hina it is.”

You look up at him with a soft smile and nothing but love in your eyes. Finally, he falls into the chair situated by your bed and just stares at your daughter. In all honesty, he didn’t think he was capable of loving someone as much as he already loves her. Carefully, he scoots his chair just a little closer to your bed and leans over to get a good look at his daughter. Looking over her, he frowns slightly at the soft red hair peeking out from under the little hat she wears. You’ll probably ask about the hair at some point - he should probably explain the hair thing if you question the color. 

“What’s that face for?” You question. 

Looking up at you, he shakes his head. “Nothing. She’s tiny.”

“Well, yeah. She’s a baby. They're usually pretty small.” 

“Well, no, shit, doll. I know babies are small. I just didn’t know she was going to be this small.” 

“Don’t curse in front of her.” You grumble as you look down at Hina with a fond smile. “Do you want to hold her?” 

His eyes snap to your face. Hold her? Is he allowed to do that? 

“Hello? Touya? Would you like to hold your daughter?”  

“Uh, am I allowed to do that?” 

“Are you allowed to hold your child?” You give him an odd look before laughing. “Yes, you are allowed to hold her. She’s half you, after all.” 

Dabi blinks at you for a moment before holding his hands out. Giving him a bright smile, you carefully transfer Hina over to him. You choose not to say anything about the slight shake in his hands as he pulls her close to his chest. An overwhelming feeling of fondness swirls around the three of you. This is it - this is your little family. His little family. He looks over to you with a surprisingly soft smile on his face. 

“She’s really cute.” He mumbles as he looks back down to her. “She is.” 

“Hey, she opened her eyes.” 

“She did?” 

“Yeah, they’re blue like mine.” 

“I wanted her to have your eyes, I’ve always loved your eyes.” 

“Yeah? I’ve never been overly fond of them. Reminds me too much of my dad.” 

You choose not to address the dad comment, knowing he’s not fond of talking about his past. “I think she’s going to look like you.” 

“I guess she might.” He looks over Hina’s face and smiles softly. 

“She’s our little sunshine.” 

“Morning, doll.” Dabi grunts, rolling over to look at you with tired eyes.

“Morning, Touya.”

“How’s the baby?” He mumbles sleepily, hand moving to press against your bump.

“She’s fine. She was pretty quiet most of the night.”

He gives a small nod before rolling onto his back and stretching. “Want breakfast?”

“Sure, but not yet.”

“Eh?You’re usually hungry when you first wake up?”

Sitting up, you quickly slide over to straddle his waist. Planting yourself in his lap, you slowly grind against him. Dabi gives you a confused look before groaning as he feels his cock twitch to life. His hands grab your hips, helping you move against him. Your hands plant firmly on his chest until he sits up and kisses you deeply. Holding onto you tightly, he moves to flip the two of you over only to pause and look over you cautiously. “I can’t really throw you around anymore, can I?”

“No, you can’t, but we can definitely still have sex.”

Dabi licks his lips and nods as he relaxes back in bed to watch you. Little by little, you slowly start grinding against him again. His nails scrape along your thighs before he sits up just enough to tug your shirt over your head and toss it to the floor. Warm rough hands slide along your body, eagerly groping at your breasts. A large smirk takes over Dabi’s face as your body instantly arches into his touch.

“You’re more sensitive than usual, aren’t you?”

“Uh huh, it’s the pregnancy.”

“Interesting benefit.” He grins, thumbs brushing over your nipples causing them to pebble.

You nod rapidly and continue grinding against him, moaning as you feel his cock twitch under you. Pressing your hands into his chest, you use the leverage to grind against him a little harder. Carefully, he wraps his arms around you and rolls the two of you over. Kissing you quickly, he finishes undressing you both and settles himself between your legs. One arm keeps him from crushing you while the other slides up your body to tilt your head for a long kiss. Sliding your hands up his torso, you press your palms into his chest until he takes the hint and falls onto his back so you can take your place straddling his waist once again.

Planting your hands on his chest, you grind against him, moaning as his cock slips through your soaking folds. Dabi’s head falls back with a sultry moan, lust filled eyes watching your every move. Lifting up slightly, you line his cock up with your entrance and sink down on him. Your nails sink into his chest as you let yourself adjust to the stretch. Once you’re fully adjusted, you slowly lift yourself up and drop back down. His piercings slide along your walls as you ride him slowly.

“That’s it, doll. God, I missed this little cunt wrapped around me.” Dabi groans.

“Missed you so much, daddy. Missed the way you stretched me open.”

His head tips back with a long drawn out moan. Dabi lets his hands grab at your waist and helps you move. Moaning his name, you speed up against him, letting your nails dig into his chest. Pulling you down into his lap, Dabi holds you tightly and thrusts up into you. Using one hand to balance yourself, you slip the other down your body and swirl a finger over your clit. The extra stimulation has the knot in your lower belly tightening as he thrusts up into you.

“You gonna cum, doll? Gonna cum for daddy?” He grins, hips stuttering slightly as he nears his own end.

“Yes! Oh, god, I’m so close. Touya, please!”

He gives a few more hard thrusts, piercing hitting just the right place until you finally cum with a loud moan of his name. Slowing his pace down, he helps work you through it before picking up the pace again until he fills you to the brim with a quiet moan. With a few more lazy thrusts, Dabi lets himself relax back into the bed as he looks up at you.

“You okay?” He questions, rubbing your side.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m more than okay.”

“So breakfast?”

“Breakfast.” You confirm happily. Climbing off his lap, you rest against the headboard and smile at him. “I’m starving now.”

“That sounds about right. Eggs okay?”

“No. No eggs. The smell makes me sick.”

“Uh, okay, good to know. What’s something that I can make that doesn’t make you sick?”

“How about I get dressed and help you? I can show you how to make french toast.”

“So, in other words, that’s what you want?”

“Yeah, I’m craving it - it sounds so good.”

“Alright, french toast it is.”

Giving him a small smile, you crawl off the bed and get yourself dressed and head downstairs with him not far behind. You keep your small smile as you show him how to make french toast, watching quietly as he starts doing it by himself so you can cut up some fruit. Serving up a plate for each of you, you take your seats at your little table and start eating happily.

“Just a heads up, I gotta go to the base later. Gotta get a little recruiting and shit done.” Dabi mumbles after he swallows his bite of food.

"That's fine - I didn't have anything planned for us to do today anyway. Maybe I should go with? I haven't seen Toga since I left and I’ve missed her!”

“Absolutely not.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means you’re not going anywhere near the base.”

“And why not?”

“Because you’re pregnant and I don’t want you or my kid anywhere near that shit or them.”

“I’ll be fine.” You say waving a hand at him dismissively as you take another bite.

“Y/n. It’s dangerous around there. You weren’t the best fighter before and now you really shouldn’t be fighting.”

Finishing off your food, you give him an unamused look. “No one at the base is going to be fighting me. I joined not long after you and Toga.”

“I’m not talking about them. I’m talking about people outside or around it. You know it’s not in a good area and I’m not about to find you laying on the floor beaten to shit again.” he grabs his plate and tosses it into the sink before storming upstairs to get dressed. Walking back down, he looks at you and shakes his head as he walks to the door. “Just don’t do something stupid. It’s different now. If something happens to you, it’s not just you that it happens to.”

Even as annoyance seeps into your bones, you can’t help the way your body slightly deflates at his words. Huffing as the front door closes behind him, you look around your apartment.

“I can do whatever I want. I’m my own person.”

Letting out another little annoyed huff, you move around and clean up the dishes from breakfast and head into the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. Getting dressed, you decide to ignore his words and head down to the base. They’re your friends after all. Pushing the door open, you grin when you find Twice seated at a table.

“Jin!” You shriek as you walk in to smile at him.

Twice whirls around in his seat to look at you. “Y/n! You’re back! You got fat!”

You can’t help but snort at the second part. “Actually, I got pregnant, but thanks for noticing the weight gain.” You can see his face shift into a grin under the mask.

“Whose kid is it?”

“Whose do you think?”

“I always knew Toga would make an amazing father.”

A quiet giggle escapes you. “Yeah, I’m sure she’ll be a fabulous one.”

Spinner kicks open the door and stares at the two of you, his eyes roam down your body and land on your bump. “Oh, now it makes sense. So the reason the two of you disappeared is because he knocked you up?”

“Pretty much.” You say, offering him a small wave.

“You’ll be a good mom. Congrats.”

“Thanks, Spin. I appreciate that - a lot, actually.”

Spinner gives you a nod before disappearing further into the base. Twice offers you a smile and holds out the bag of chips he had sitting next to him. Smiling softly, you take some and munch quietly until you hear footsteps barrelling down the hallway.

“Y/n!” Toga shouts as she turns the corner. “You’re back! I didn’t think you were coming back!”

“I am back! Kind of - I’m not rejoining or anything but I figured I’d stop by for a small visit.”

“You’re pregnant.” She states as she stares at you, eyes eagerly glued to your bump.

“I am. A little over 5 months now.”

“And it’s Dabi’s, right? That’s why he disappeared and has been so crabby lately?”

“Yeah. That’s why he’s been that way. He’s getting better, though. He should calm down soon.”

“Does it kick and move around? Can I feel?”

“It’s a she and, yes, she kicks and moves around. Sure, she usually moves when my belly is touched.”

Toga eagerly bounces over and presses a hand to your belly, shifting from foot to foot eagerly as she waits. Her brow scrunches up as she moves her hand around trying to get the baby to move.

“It’s not doing anything. Why isn’t it doing anything?” She grumbles.

“I don’t know. She always moves when Dabi touches me.” You press a hand to your bump, tapping your fingers softly in an attempt to get her to move around.

A few minutes later, the base door is pushed open and Dabi steps in, freezing when he sees you seated at a table with Toga’s hand pressed to your stomach.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He growls and storms over pushing Toga’s hand off of you. “Don’t touch my girlfriend.”

“I wanna feel the baby move!” Toga whines.

“No. You’re not allowed to touch her.”

“Dabi, I said it was fine.” You mumble and elbow him softly in the stomach. “She won’t kick for me, though.”

“I don’t want her touching you - she likes blood too much and I don't want her taking the chance to get yours.”

“I don’t want her blood! I just want to feel the baby move!”

“Come on, Dabi, stop being such an ass and help make her move.”

“Why should I?”

“Because I asked you to and I want to feel her move and she only moves for you.”

Behind you, Dabi lets out an annoyed breath. “Fine, but this is the only time you get to touch, understand?”

Toga nods eagerly and bounces over to press her hand against you again. Sighing quietly, Dabi warms a hand and presses it against your bump, moving it around slowly until he feels the baby shift and kick against it.

“There.”

Toga brightens and presses her other hand to it. “It feels so weird.”

Smiling softly, you lean back into his chest. “Thank you. I love getting to feel her kick, but she prefers to kick for you only now.”

“Yeah, sure, welcome.” He watches Toga with an annoyed face. “Can she stop touching you now?”

“Fine. Sorry, Toga, but the baby daddy has spoken and is just a little over protective.”

Toga pouts and pulls her hand away. “Fine.”

“Can we go now?” Dabi asks and taps his fingers on your shoulder.

“Can’t we stay for just a little longer? I want to get out and talk to people I know.”

He lets out an annoyed sigh but nods. “Fine, we can stay a bit longer.”

Dabi begrudgingly hangs out with you, Twice and Toga. After a few hours pass by, he finally convinces you that it’s time to head home. The two of you step out of the base after you wave goodbye to them. Dabi quickly tosses an arm over your shoulders, tugging you into his side as you start the walk home.

“I told you I didn’t want you coming down here.” He grumbles as you walk down the dark streets.

“I know, but they’re my friends and I wanted to see them. You can’t expect me to just hide away in the apartment forever, Touya.”

“It’s dangerous around here sometimes. I don’t want you and the baby getting hurt. I can’t be with you always to make sure that you’re safe.”

“I know that. But I can also take care of myself. When you’re not around and I walk down the main streets, I make sure I’m safe.”

“I’m not letting you get hurt again.”

You stop immediately and turn to him. “You didn’t let me get hurt. That wasn’t your fault. Please stop blaming yourself for that.”

“You weren’t supposed to be alone. I was supposed to be with you that day. But I let you go, letting you wanting me to actually care about you get in the way and you probably would have died that day if I hadn’t found you.”

“Exactly. You found me. You made sure I was okay. We made mistakes that day - it will never be your fault that I got hurt because it was also mine. I knew better than to go out on my own like that. I’m not a fighter, but I let you get to me.”

He stares at you for a moment before deflating slightly with a nod.

“I know you feel like it was your fault and I know there’s part of you that wishes you could change that moment in time but it’s in the past, okay? Please, please, try to stop blaming yourself.” You say one more time, hand touching his chest right over his heart.

“Okay.”

Smiling softly at him, you push up onto your toes and give him a quick kiss before you resume your walk home.

“Oh my god, Touya! What happened to you?” You shriek as you move towards him, careful to not touch any of the wounds on him. 

“Shit went wrong. That’s it.” He grunts and attempts to shrug you off. 

“Let me help you. God, you’re bleeding, staples are undone. Jesus, Touya, what the hell?” 

“I said shit went wrong, okay? Back off.” 

“Hey, I’m just trying to help you! You’re hurt - you have actual bleeding wounds and some burns on you. Just let me heal you and fix you up.”

Dabi turns to you with a harsh glare and shrugs the hand you have placed on his arm off. “I didn’t ask for your fucking help. If I want it, I’ll let you know but, right now, I’d rather you get off my ass and let me fucking be. Got it?!” 

Almost immediately, you can feel tears prick your eyes. Taking a step back, you do your best to not cry in front of him and turn quickly to head back to the bedroom. Closing the door behind you, you finally let tears stream down your face. Sniffling as hot tears trail down your face, you shuffle back over to bed and curl up on your side, quiet sobs racking your body. All you had wanted to do was help him get cleaned up and healed. 

In the bathroom, Dabi gets to work on cleaning himself up, anger still bubbling up inside of him. He dabs and wipes at the blood smeared on his face and arms. Slowly, he starts to calm down. Once he’s finished cleaning himself up, he looks over the missing and screwed up staples on his hands. The thought that maybe he shouldn’t have been such an ass to you crosses his mind. Sighing, he shakes his head and replaces all the damaged and missing staples before shoving everything he used back in the drawer and heading to the bedroom. 

Dabi pushes open the door and freezes when he hears you sniffling softly. Minor guilt twists low in his gut at the sound; he was just frustrated he hadn’t meant to actually hurt your feelings. Sucking his teeth, he looks over your form and takes a step forward to nudge you gently. Much to his dismay, you scoot away from him and grunt softly. 

“Hey.” He grumbles quietly. 

Once again, you shrink away from him and pull a blanket up over your body. 

“Doll, come on. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I was pissed off and shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” 

The tears have stopped flowing, but you can’t help the high level of annoyance you feel towards him right now. He tries a few more times to talk to you and to get you to speak to him, but he finally gives up. A few moments of silence pass before he gets an idea and once again breaks the silence. 

“Do you have any ideas for naming the kid?” 

“Not really. I have a few names I like.” You whisper, still staying curled up defensively. 

“You gonna share 'em or are we just calling the kid a monster for the rest of her life?” He quietly creeps around the bed and climbs up onto his side. 

You peek up at him and shrug. “I hate that you call her that, but I kind of like Himari or Mika.” 

He nods as he processes. “I could call her a parasite, but I figured you’d hate that more. Not bad.” “Do you have any you like?” 

“Not really. I haven’t thought about it too much, figured you’d just pick a name for her.”

Slowly, you uncurl and push yourself up to sit against the headboard. “She’s your baby, too. You get to help pick out her name.”

“You sure?” 

“Yeah, I mean, we can look at names together, if you want?”

“If you want to. Guess we should figure out a name before she gets here.” He offers an awkward smile as relief floods his system as you finally stop hiding from him.

“It would be nice to at least have some options for when she comes. Can I have my laptop, please?” 

Dabi gives a quick nod and reaches over to grab the computer from your nightstand. Handing it to you, he watches as you open it up and quickly start typing away, pulling up multiple lists of names. A soft fond feeling fills him as he only half pays attention to the names you’re reading off the first list. He only tunes back in when he finds you looking at him curiously.

“Anything you like from that one?” You question. Dabi sits back and does his best to run through some of the names he thinks he heard you list off. “Uh, not particularly. They’re all okay, you?” 

You shake your head and go back to scrolling before handing him the computer. “Here - you pick out some that you like.” He reluctantly accepts the device and scrolls through the list, quietly mumbling a few names to himself. “Haruko isn’t bad or Hotaru?” 

“Oh, Hotaru is kind of cute.” 

He nods and continues his scrolling, occasionally looking over at you. There’s still a soft redness to your eyes from your earlier crying, and something about it eats at him a little. “I didn’t mean to snap at you.” 

His minor confession stuns you slightly, shaking it off, you give a small nod. “It’s fine, I get it. You didn’t want my help.” 

“I was pissed, shouldn’t have taken it out on you like that. Sorry.” 

Your eyes widen at his apology. For the time that you’ve known him, Dabi has never once truly apologized to you. Looking over his profile, you can see the way his eyes somewhat nervously flick over the screen and that’s when it actually hits you. He means it. Maybe it’s not the best apology, and it’s a little awkward, but he seems to actually mean it. 

“It’s fine. I shouldn’t have pushed as much as I did. Do you need to be healed at all?” 

“Still shouldn’t have snapped. Nah, I’m fine. Nothing is too deep; I’ll live.” 

You give a small nod and scoot a little closer to him, so you can look over the screen. A small awkward silence falls over the two of you as you look over more names. Dabi scrolls and clicks on different lists, occasionally pointing to a name to get your reaction. Letting out a dejected sigh, you collapse back against the headboard. “We’re never going to find a name. We’re just going to have to call her baby or something.” You whine. “We just started looking.” 

“Yeah, but she’s going to be here so soon - what if we don’t find a name?”

“Then we pick one we both liked from the list, I guess.” 

“But none of those feel right!” 

Dabi lets his head fall to the side, so he can look at you. “Well, then, I don’t know. Guess the kid just won’t have a name.” 

“That’s not helpful.” You grumble, hands roaming over your bump. 

He gives a small shrug and continues scrolling through the lists. You occasionally watch his shift into one of disinterest at certain names. Huffing, you let your eyes close and let yourself enjoy the feeling of the baby kicking. Next to you, Dabi continues to mumble the occasional name but, otherwise, stays rather quiet. 

“Hey, what about Hina?” He suddenly questions as he points to the name on the screen. 

Sighing, you turn your head with all the enthusiasm of a corpse and read the name. “Hina.” You whisper quietly, attempting to get a feel for the simple name. 

“Yeah, Hina. It has a couple different meanings, too.”

“Oh, it means sunshine! That’s cute - I like it.” 

“Yeah? You like it?” 

“Actually, I really like it. I think it’s perfect.” 

“So are we agreeing on her name, then?” He questions with a grin. 

“I’ve got something you guys might be interested in.” Giran grins as he pushes open the bar door, letting you trail in behind him.

“What could you have that I want?” Shigaraki questions, while the rest of the league looks over toward you two.

Stepping out of the way he pushes you forward slightly. “Her.”

“And what am I supposed to do with her?”

“You need a healer don’t you, so I brought you one. A pretty little one too.” Giran gloats, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Don’t touch me.” You hiss. He pulls his arm away from you quickly but still sticks close to you.

“Can she do anything else?” asks Shigaraki as he looks you over.

“I’m decent in close combat but obviously my quirk doesn’t do much to help me out there, besides allowing my injuries to heal slightly faster than average. I tend to fight with a staff to give me a little more range, that is if I do have to fight.”

“She could be real useful to ya. C’mon Shigaraki, you need a pretty little thing like this around. Not the best fighter in the world, but she’s got a quirk that no one here has and she’s a real pretty face and a sweet talker. Probably be useful in helping you recruit people.”

“Sounds like a waste of space to me.” Someone complains from a corner.

“I think she’s cute, I bet she’s even cuter when she bleeds.” A small girl smirks from her spot on the bar.

“You got a name?” Shigaraki asks, ignoring the rest of the members.

“Y/n.”

After throwing a few more questions at you and a brief introduction to the rest of the members you’re somewhat welcomed into the group. Toga latches onto you almost immediately, and starts yammering away about you now being her something like her big sister. Spinner seems to hold no real interest in you simply introducing himself and going on. Compress and Twice both introduce themselves and are more than polite to you, except for Twice’s random extra comments. Kurogiri shares pleasantries with you for a moment before moving on and Shigaraki doesn’t seem all that interested in you now.

Then there’s Dabi. Dabi who has absolutely no interest in you, his eyes scan over you once before seemingly finding you uninteresting and a waste of space as he put it. He doesn’t even bother to introduce himself to you before disappearing. Toga steps in and somewhat introduces him after he’s left already. A sour feeling twists low in your gut at that, the hope of possibly getting along with everyone here disappearing before it even really has a chance to start. At least all the other members gave somewhat of a greeting without actually brushing you off like you don’t matter at all.

The first couple weeks after you’ve joined the league go by rather smoothly. You’ve built up a small relationship with each member, except for Toga who seemingly clings to you and Dabi who seems to want you dead for no apparent reason. Your healing quirk even came into play, proving to be rather useful. Almost everyone had made use of your quirk except for Dabi who refused until Shigaraki stated they needed to make sure your quirk would work to help him in any way. Even then he still huffed at you and yanked himself away from you as soon as possible.

It doesn’t take long for you to end up being forcibly paired with Dabi though, much to Toga’s dismay. The only explanation was that Giran was correct, you were rather charismatic and more approachable than Dabi in terms of recruitment. However your downfall was your quirk, not suited for fighting; it left you to be an easy target regardless of how well you fought in close combat. After seeing you in a fight they determined that while you could easily hold your own, if you were up against more than one person with a quirk suited for combat you would be at a severe disadvantage. You didn’t have the most strength in general either so it did seem to make sense.

“So do you have any specific ideas of where we should be going for recruits today?” You ask as you follow Dabi through back alleys.

“No, just shut up and fucking follow.” He snaps.

“You know we’re supposed to be partners, you don’t have to be such a dick to me.”

“Never wanted a partner, I just got stuck with your useless ass.”

“I’m not useless, shithead! You know I haven’t done shit to you, I came here and tried to be decent to everyone so what the fuck is your problem?”

“Just mind your own fucking business, I don’t want to be some fucking body guard to some little princess that wants to play villain for a bit.”

Anger bubbles up inside of you as he doesn’t even give you the courtesy of looking at you as he complains about your presence. The sound of his voice is drowned out by the feeling of anger bubbling higher and higher threatening to spill. You follow behind him, anger seething within you as you listen to him complain about you.

“Aw what is the princess getting her poor little feelings hurt?” He sneers, turning to look at you.

“God, why are you such a fucking asshole? I’m just trying to help and you’re being such a dick about it.”

“Like I fucking said I don’t want to babysit you. Now shut the fuck up and lets go.”

“Fuck you. You go do it on your own. I'm done for the day.” You growl and start heading back to the hideout.

“Yeah whatever. Try not to get yourself killed on the way back.” He yells back, throwing up a middle finger as he walks down the alley.

The walk back to the hideout does little to calm the anger coursing within you. Finally you slam through the doors of the hide out drawing the attention of the few people settled in the room. Before anyone has a chance to say anything you disappear further in slamming more doors as you go, leaving the rest of the league confused but not surprised that Dabi finally got to you.

This becomes the new normal for the two of you. Some days you can put up with him for hours, other days his mouth goes off immediately and you’re disappearing not long after. The other league members simply watch as you two bite at one another any chance you get, no one bothers trying to smooth things over anymore. At this point you’re pretty sure everyone finds it amusing that the asshole enjoys pushing your buttons the way he does. It’s like some sick twisted joke that you don’t get to be a part of. Unlike everyone else he refuses to allow you to heal him, even when he clearly needs it, any small attempt to smooth over your rocky relationship is instantly squashed down by him.

“Will you two shut the hell up. You’re giving me a headache.” Snaps Spinner, as you and Dabi bicker.

“Shut the hell up lizard.” Dabi snaps, never looking away from you.

“Don’t be a dick to him, he did nothing wrong.” You hiss.

“Don’t you two have some recruits to find or fuck anything that’ll get you away from me?”

“No, now shut up.”

“Stop being such a prick to everyone, and yes we fucking do. Let’s go jackass.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” He snaps as he follows you out.

“You know what, let's just not talk to each other ok? Just walk, no talk, when we find someone I’ll talk to them and you don’t have to do jack shit. Sound good?”

“Whatever the princess wants she gets.” He sasses, walking past you.

Biting back the intense urge to snap and hit him you shake your head and keep walking. It’s quiet, the only sound coming from the two of you walking and the occasional car passing on the main streets. You follow behind him, rolling your eyes when he lights a cigarette letting the smoke trail behind him and swirl around you. Picking up the pace you match his stride the best you can to avoid the smoke. You glare up at him, taking a moment to scan over the plains of his face. The thing that really pissed you off about Dabi was the fact that you found him oddly attractive. His personality unfortunately is a pretty big turn off so far.

“Why ya glaring at me like that?” He questions looking over at you.

“I was walking behind you and would rather not have smoke in my face.”

“Aw shit you’re right princess, how rude of me.”

“I don’t need your sass.”

“Well consider it a fuckin gift.” Crossing your arms you glare at the ground as you let yourself finally fall behind him again. “What? I piss you off again princess?”

“Stop calling me princess.”

“Yeah yeah yeah whatever.”

Letting your heels drag against the cracked asphalt of the alley you pointedly ignore the way he glares at you over his shoulder. You let out an annoyed huff when he lights another cigarette and shifts his position slightly to allow the smoke to blow directly at you again. He lets out what can only be described as a condescending snort when you make a face and shrink away from him. Smoking roughly half of the cigarette he drops it and crushes it with the heel of his boot before slowing his pace to match yours.

Keeping yourself slightly curled up as you walk you stare hard at the ground, kicking at little pebbles as you go. When you peek over at Dabi, he’s unsurprisingly staring off into space with his hands stuffed in his pockets. As you go farther into the slightly less savory parts of the city you find a few groups of people. It doesn’t take long for Dabi to assess them from a distance and nudge you forward to do your thing. With a voice smooth and sweet like honey and the face of an angel it’s easy to get people to listen to you, getting them to to take you seriously isn’t always as easy. Cue Dabi stepping in behind you, once he parrots back some of your thoughts it’s rather easy to gather the occasional recruit or two.

“I think that was pretty successful.” You chirp, feeling rather pleased with today’s outcome.

“Yeah, they seem fine.” He grunts.

“Can you at least pretend to be happy?”

“Oh I’m thrilled princess, trust me.”

“I told you to stop calling me that.” You grumble, frowning when he lets out an annoyed huff. “God. What the hell crawled up your ass and died? You can’t be happy for five fucking seconds can you?”

“The fuck do you want me to be happy about?”

“I don’t know! But what want is for you to stop being a gigantic fucking dick to me when I have done nothing to you!”

“Just cause you’re nice doesn’t mean I have to like you.”

“Yeah clearly, you’re just a fucking prick who’s to full of himself to pull his head out of his ass and see that I’m trying to help. I could help heal you and shit but oh no, you’re far too self sufficient to ever let that happen right? God fucking forbid someone comes along and tries to help keep your ass from falling apart.”

“Why don’t you just mind your own fucking business. I didn’t ask for your fucking help and I don’t want it.”

“Yeah sure whatever just push the one person who could actually help you away. Don’t come crying to me when you can’t piece your shit ass self back together!” You yell, picking up your pace and leaving him behind.

“Oh go fuck yourself. Don’t act all fuckin high and mighty because you have some fantastic ass healing quirk.” He shouts, before grunting out a quieter. “Fucking little bitch.”

Stopping in your tracks you spin around to find him now walking over to lean against the brick wall already pulling out a new cigarette. Sucking air through your teeth you storm over to him and jam a finger into his chest.

“Who the fuck do you think you are calling me a fucking bitch?!” You shout staring up at him. “You know nothing about me because you’re too much of a selfish prick to get to know anyone who you deem useless.”

“Unless you feel like losin’ a hand today I’d get your finger off of me.”

“Is that a fucking threat?”

“It’s a warning.”

“Go to fucking hell.” You spit, pulling your hand back and turning to walk away from him.

“Trust me princess, being with you is hell.”

The second the last word leaves his mouth you’re spinning around and your hand cracks down hard against his cheek forcing his head to turn. You don’t even get a second to react before Dabi wraps a hand around your throat, slamming you back into the brick wall and knocking the air out of your lungs. Looking up at him you can’t help the whimper that escapes you as you stare up into his bright blue eyes filled with rage and something else that you can’t quite place just yet. Your heart hammers out of control as you bring a hand up to try and claw him off of you or at least loosen his grip enough to get some air back in your lungs. He simply sneers down at you applying more pressure making your head spin. Fear and lust course through your body all at once, making you claw and kick at him to try and fix it.

“Stop fucking struggling or I will burn your pretty little throat got it?” Dabi warns. Whimpering softly you do your best to nod up at him with the limited movement you have. His hand loosens slightly allowing you to take in air again. “You sure fucking talk a lot for someone who can’t back it up.”

An unintentional little whimper escapes as his fingers press into the side of your neck again. Raising an eyebrow at your pathetic whimper Dabi leans in closer to you, blue eyes scanning across your face. You honestly wonder if he’s trying to decide to just end you right here and now and finally be rid of you. To your surprise his hand drops from your throat and moves to cup your chin forcing your head to tilt up as a sleazy grin takes over his face.

“I fuckin knew it. Your prissy little ass likes it rough, huh?” He teases, squishing your cheeks together to forcibly pucker your lips.

You can feel your face heating up at the accusation and you immediately try to shake your head only to whine when his fingers press harder into your flesh. Licking his lips he leans in until your noses touch. The heavy scent of smoke surrounds you mixing lightly with the faintest hint of cologne under it all. You should hate it, it should honestly make you sick to your stomach but something about it makes you lean up just the slightest bit that his touch allows. Dabi lets his grip slacken just enough for you to push up onto your toes and tilt your head to slot your lips together.

The feeling of mismatched skin textures press against your own soft lips. Once again Dabi surprises you by leaning into you further. His lips move effortlessly against your own in a way that’s almost intoxicating. Your hands drop from their spot on his hand and instead find a home on his jacket, eagerly yanking him closer to you. Then he grins into the kiss, and you suddenly have to urge to slap him again as he lets out a soft snort of a laugh before pulling away from you.

“That why you’re so bitchy princess? You need to get fucked?” He grins.

“Fuck you.”

“Ask nicely and I’ll happily fuck you.”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“And I’m guessing you're soaked?” Your cheeks heat up at the accusation, when you don’t meet his gaze he tightens his grip on your face and forces you to look up at him. “Yeah. That’s what I thought. You wanna stop say so now cause ‘m not fuckin stopping when we start.”

“Don’t stop, please.” You whisper, you want to hate him, you want to hate him for every insult he’s said and for every puff of smoke blown in your face. But you can’t, not when he kisses you, really fully kisses you.

Dabi dominates the kiss instantly, teeth sinking into your plush bottom lip and pulling. Whining against him, he lets his tongue slip past your lips turning into something sloppy and needy. Your hands fist his jacket pulling his body until he’s almost flush with you. His free hand slides around your waist pulling you in, and the one holding your chin finally releases you only to slide around the back of your neck giving you no control. Then everything really feels like it clicks into place.

“Dabi.” You whine against his mouth.

“Fuck, I know.” He growls pulling away from you completely. “Spin around, hands on the wall.”

Turning around you brace yourself against the wall and turn your head to look at him over your shoulder. His eyes scan over you before pressing his front along your back and kissing you again. Rough hands explore along your body and slip under your shirt, palming your breast as he grinds his hips into your ass. The hard outline of his cock presses into you as his warmth surrounds you. Pulling out of the kiss Dabi sinks his teeth into your neck and sets to work leaving a mark while one of his hands slips out of your shirt and down to work on shoving your pants down.

“Been waiting so fucking long to get a piece of you. Such a pretty little fuckin thing.”

“Dabi c’mon more.” You whine and press your hips back into his harder.

“Pretty girl wants to be fucked yeah?” He groans into your neck as he finally gets your pants down and can shove a hand in your panties. Two fingers swipe along your folds before circling around your clit softly. “Fuck, you’re already fucking dripping for me.”

With zero warning he sinks two fingers into you groaning at the way your soft walls squeeze around him. Your hips press back into him urging him to move them. Dragging his fingers out he presses them back in slowly working to scissor them, forcing you to stretch around him little by little with every thrust. The heel of his palm grinds into your clit as his hips grind and rut into yours, the rough material of his pants scratches and rubs against your soft skin.

“Dabi, please.” You whine pushing your hips back harder against him.

“Yeah? You ready?”

Pouting at him over your shoulder you give him a quick nod and shuffle your hips back a little farther into him. Stepping back from you slightly he makes quick work of his belt and pants before moving forward to kick your legs a little farther apart. Grabbing your hip with one hand he uses the other one to push your panties to the side and line himself up to slowly sink into you. His free hand slams into the cold wall as he braces himself as he bottoms out within you.

“Shit, you’re fucking tight.” Dabi grunts.

“I-is, holy shit, is your fucking dick pierced, oh god.” You moan letting your head drop and smack into the wall in front of you.

“Yeah and it feels like you fucking like it.” He grins, pulling his hips back and letting his piercings drag through your sensitive walls.

Unsurprisingly Dabi takes up a vicious pace, filling the slowly darkening alley way with the lewd sound of skin against skin and the wet squelch of your cunt. You watch his fingers flex and scrape at the space next to you, the occasional small spark flickering under his palm. The heavy smack of his hips into yours has your legs shaking and arms fully giving out. Your back arches as you lean heavily against the wall for support, letting his thrusts jerk your body into it.

The hand on your hip flies up to your hair grabbing a fistful and yanking your head back so he can look you in the eye. Hungry eyes scan across your face, taking in the lust filled haze of your eyes and the way your mouth hangs open, letting gasps and warbled moans fall from it. Wrapping his hand around your throat he pulls you up into a sloppy kiss and muffles your noises. The hand on your throat squeezes gently making you whine into his mouth as his cock grazes along your g-spot with surprising precision.

“This all it takes to shut you up? I could get used to this.”

“Shut up.” You retort trying your best to sound annoyed but ultimately fail when it comes out as a broken whine when his hand drops from your throat to toy with your clit.

“Such a fucking pretty little thing, been thinking about gettin a piece of you for a while.” Admits Dabi, while rolling your clit between his fingers, matching the pace to the rhythm of his hips.

Suddenly his teeth sink into the side of your neck causing you to tighten around him and his hips to stutter. “Shit, that’s it, good girl. Get nice and, fuck, tight for me.”

Picking up the pace his hips hammer into yours and his front molds perfectly along your back covering you in his warmth. A sudden harsh pinch to your clit has you tumbling over the edge suddenly. Your back bows and mouth drops open into a long broken moan of his name as your velvet walls spasm around him, coating him in your release. He keeps toying and rolling your clit as he works you through your release.

“Fuck that’s a good girl. Look at you cumming on my cock like such a little whore.” He grunts, ignoring your whining and shifting as you to escape the hand on your clit.

Dropping more of his weight into you with every thrust he drives into you harder, and faster in search of his own release. Dabi pants and grunts against your ear, hot puffs of air fanning out across your cheek as he edges closer. A soft whine escapes you as he seemingly gets hotter before his hips stutter and an intense heat fills you as he spills inside of you, cock twitching. A low drawn out groan passes through his lips as he rests his head against your shoulder and drops his full weight against you, crushing you into the cool wall.

An almost unbearable heat wraps around you in an oddly comforting manner as he rests against you. Sighing you rest your head against the wall and try to take in what just happened between the two of you.

“I can practically fucking hear you thinking, stop it.” Mumbles Dabi into your shoulder.

“Don’t be a dick.” You mutter. Grunting at your response he peels himself off of you steps away to fix himself, allowing you to pull your pants back up and turn around to face him. Looking up at him you're slightly surprised to find that he’s still directly in front of you, staring at you quizzically with a small trail of blood dripping from the scar under his left eye. Without thinking you reach a hand out and press it soft against his scar. The soft green light of your healing quirk goes off and seals the open wound that rests along the stapled line, healing it as much as his body allows. To your surprise he doesn’t pull away when your light fades out but seems to lean into your hand slightly, still giving you an odd look. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re something else aren’t you?” He snorts.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t worry about it princess.”

“I told you to stop calling me that I hate it. I have a fucking name. Just call me Y/n.” You hiss dropping your hand back to your side.

“Nah, don't feel like calling you that. Since you’re gonna be a little brat about it I guess we could figure something else out.”

“Or you could just use my name.”

Creeping closer to you, he leans down into your space to study you for a moment. “Doll.”

“Doll?”

“Doll.” He states again.

“You’re really not going to use my name are you?”

“Nope.”

“Fine, doll it is.”

“Good.” Grabbing the back of your neck he pulls you up into a quick harsh kiss before stepping away from you again. Looking at your stunned face he gives you a lazy smile and spins around to start walking back in the direction of the hide out only to stop when he notices you not following. “You gonna come with or just stand here and wait for someone else to find you?”

Swallowing your shock and the million questions you have about what just happened you push off the wall and walk over to him. Tossing an arm over your shoulder he pulls you into his side and keeps you there the entire way back, never once looking down at you or acknowledging you besides the times he taps his fingers against your shoulder absentmindedly. When you two reach the hideout he lets his arm drop and shoves the door open, stepping in waiting for you to follow before it slams closed behind the two of you and going off to disappear somewhere further in not looking at the others in the room. You give Toga, Twice and Spinner a quick smile before disappearing deeper in to figure out what the hell just happened.

“They came back together.” Toga states, staring off after you.

“She looks like a mess, she looks amazing.”

He tosses the screw driver off to the side and lays back on the floor. “Our baby.”

“Our baby. Sorry, I’m still getting used to the whole you being here thing.”

His head tilts to the side so he can look over at you seated in your little glider. He offers you a small crooked smile as he watches your hand rest on your little bump. Groaning, he sits himself back up and looks over the instructions again. Taking a deep breath, he sets to work attempting to set the crib up and resist the urge to set it on fire. After almost an hour of grumbling and complaining, he finally pushes the finished crib into the spot you point to. Handing you the little mattress, he sits on the floor and watches you put the little elephant covered sheet over it before handing it over so he can drop it in the crib.

“And crib is done. What do you think, doll?” He questions, holding out a hand to help pull you up out of the glider.

“Perfect. Thank you for building it.” You hum and wrap an arm around his waist.

“Course, doll. The little monster’s gonna need a place to sleep.”

“Don’t call our baby a monster.”

“Nah, she’s gonna be my little monster.”

“Again, please don’t call our daughter a monster.”

“It’s that or crotch goblin.” He states with a teasing grin.

“Can’t she have a normal nickname?”

“Nope.”

“Fine, call her whatever you like. I need a snack.” You grumble, getting up and heading to the kitchen leaving him alone in the nursery.

Once you're out of the room, he turns around and looks around the room. Taking a deep breath, he settles in your glider and stares at the little crib that his baby will sleep in in a few months from now. The thought makes his stomach twist with an emotion somewhere between excitement and fear. The never ending thought that he could fuck this all up courses through his veins like fire. Pushing his feelings to the side, he pushes himself out of the chair and heads into the kitchen to find you coating a chocolate bar in peanut butter and marshmallow fluff.

“Cravin’ something sweet?” He snorts.

“Yeah, plus this is just good. Wanna bite?” You offer, holding the candy out to him.

Raising a brow, he takes the candy from you and takes a small bite. Handing it back, he chews thoughtfully for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, it’s good.”

“Very good. I’m gonna eat this then make dinner. Sound good?”

Dabi nods and hops up onto an empty spot on the counter, making sure to leave you enough room to cook. He had to admit, something about your little baby bump made an odd sense of pride swell in his chest. He had already told you so many times you were his, but now it was obvious. Now you were happily having his baby and he was ok with that. He never thought he’d be the person to be happy about a baby, but the thought makes his heart skip a beat.

“So,” you finally break the silence as you chop vegetables. “You’re ok with this? The whole baby thing?”

“It’s not ideal, but, honestly, I’m not upset about it or anything. I just had to work through some shit. You okay with it?”

“Yeah, I am actually. I was really freaked out and scared at first, but, now, I actually kind of like the idea of having a baby and being a mom. So you really wanna stick around and do the dad thing, right?”

“I mean, yeah, I don’t want to be a shit dad who ditches his kid. I know what it’s like to have a dad that doesn’t care. I’m not doing that to my kid. I know I’m probably not going to be the best dad in the world but I’m gonna try.”

“That’s all I could ask for honestly, especially since I figured I was gonna be doing this alone.”

“Not gonna let you do it all alone, I promise. I care about you and the little monster growing inside of you.”

You can’t help the small smile that takes over your face as you slide all of the chopped vegetables into a pan and add some spices. “Good, I’m really happy you want to be a part of this.”

“Course I wanna be a part of it. You’re having my baby. Just because I’m an emotionally stunted asshole, doesn’t mean I can’t care about you and my kid.”

You offer him a soft smile before turning your attention back to your vegetable stir fry. Humming quietly, you add the finishing touches to the pan and grab two bowls to serve everything. Giving Dabi a small smile, you offer him his bowl before making your way to the couch. Taking the bowl from you, he grabs drinks from the fridge and follows you over, collapsing next to you. Setting the drinks on the table, he watches you take a bite of your food and moan at the taste.

“You enjoying the food, doll?” He snorts as you stuff another bite into your mouth.

“Mhmm, I’m starving and this is really good.”

He watches you carefully before digging into his own food with a happy groan at the taste. “Alright, it is really fucking good so I can’t even blame you.”

“Thank you - I’m a fantastic cook.”

“You’re ok.”

“I’m better than you.”

“Yeah, because the only time I’ve ever really cooked is when you’ve bitched at me until I stayed and helped.”

“Well, maybe you should learn to cook since you’re gonna be a dad soon.”

“Guess I could learn to cook a few actual things.”

You smile brightly at him and focus on eating your dinner in silence. The two of you fall into a perfect, comfortable silence while you clean up after dinner. To your surprise, Dabi appears behind you and takes the dried dishes and puts them away. Finally, the mess around you is cleared away and you find yourself curled against him on your bed.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” You question finally breaking the silence.

“Course, doll.”

“Anytime you say something about your family or father, it’s always just how shitty it was. What happened?”

Dabi stiffens next to you but takes a deep breath and slowly relaxes as you trace little shapes on his chest. “You really wanna know about my shitty childhood?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t. I know you don’t like to talk about the past and stuff, so you don’t have to tell me everything, but I’d like to know a little bit more about everything.”

“Fine, to make a long, shitty story short, my dad wanted a kid that could be a hero, something more amazing than he ever could be. He wanted me to be that but I wasn’t and, when he figured that out, he acted like I hardly existed. I no longer mattered in his world. So what do you do when you’re built up to be something amazing, then told you can’t be that? You crash and burn and that’s what I did. So, to end our super fun story, I am legally a dead man.”

You sit up and look down at him, attempting to take in everything he just said. “Touya, what do you mean by you’re legally dead?”

“I mean just that. I technically don’t exist in this world anymore. I disappeared when I was younger and that’s it.”

“Touya, I’m sorry. That’s horrible.”

“It is what it is.”

“But it's horrible and I always knew your story wasn’t going to actually be sunshine and rainbows but you’re legally dead? Your family has no idea you’re alive?”

“Nope. And, so far, I like it that way.” He looks up at you and sighs. “It’s fine, doll. I’ve got a whole thing planned out.”

“What kind of thing?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I don’t like the sound of that.”

“Eh, it is what it is. I think it’ll be a lot of fun.” He grins.

You roll your eyes but still give him a slightly unsure look. Sighing, you relax against the headboard and look over him on the bed. Your hand unconsciously rubs over your belly. Sitting up, he leans against the headboard next to you and pulls you into a soft kiss. One of his hands joins yours on your belly. He sighs into the kiss and heats up his hand while cupping your cheek with the other one. Just as he moves to deepen the kiss, the baby shifts and kicks against the warmth of his hand causing him to pull away and freeze against you.

You immediately grin up at him. “Did you feel that?”

“Yeah? What the hell was that?”

“What do you mean what the hell was that? That was your baby, stupid.”

“That was the baby?”

“Yeah. That was her kicking.” You laugh as she kicks against his hand again. “She can feel your warmth.”

“She’s kicking? That’s her?” He asks, voice filled with wonder.

“Yeah, that’s her. That’s our baby.”

He swallows and moves his hand over your bump, feeling the baby move and kick more. “She’s real. She’s a real little thing inside of you.”

“All I’m saying is that you could at least stay the night with me for once.” You complain as you kick at an empty can on the sidewalk.

“Doll, I spend hours at a time with you. Will you fucking let it go that I don’t spend the damn night wrapped around you the way you want?”

“No, I will not let it go. You can’t just fuck me and leave. It’s rude.”

“I wait till you pass out most of the time.” He states, like that makes it any better.

“Oh, yeah, that’s perfect. I live for falling asleep with you there and then waking up in a cold, empty, bed.”

“Tough shit. People don’t always get what they want.”

“We’re sleeping with each other pretty regularly so the least you could do is actually sleep with me.”

“Let it go.”

“No. Stop being an ass and act like you care about me.”

“I ever tell you you’re probably the most annoying person I fucking know?”

“God, I hate you some days.” You grumble jabbing him in the side.

“Sure, you do, doll.” He snorts, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you into his side. “It didn’t sound like you hated me earlier.”

“Oh, no, I definitely hated you, then, too.” You mumble, leaning into his warmth as a cool breeze blows across the two of you.

“Sure are fucking clingy for someone that hates me.”

“Maybe I’d be less fucking clingy if you acted like you actually liked me or cared about me.” You grumble. “Plus, it’s cold and you’re a personal heater.”

“Don’t fucking start that shit with me again. Let it fucking go.”

“Whatever.” You huff and curl further into his warmth. His hand squeezes your shoulder just a little before pinching your arm and letting out a little huff of laughter when you yelp and smack his chest.

Giving him a harsh glare, you curl in on yourself slightly and allow him to lead you back towards the hideout. Walking through the hideout, you expect him to push you into one of your rooms, only for him to walk past you, leaving you to stand there in the main area alone. Shaking your head, you toss yourself onto a couch.

“You’re back.” Toga grins as she walks into the room and lays herself on the back of the couch.

“Yup.”

“Where’s Dabi?”

“His room? Maybe? I don’t know, not sure if I care at the moment, honestly.”

“Want me to hurt him for you?”

“No! God, please, don’t. I don’t want to deal with that.” You say, sitting up to be level with her.

“Fine, I think it’d be fun to make him bleed, though.”

“I know you think so but, please, don’t.”

“So is he still not calling you his girlfriend?”

“What? How do you know about that?”

“You two scream pretty loud at each other some days. It’s kind of hard not to hear.” She smiles, playing with a new knife she recently got.

Groaning, you flop down on the couch and stare up at the ceiling, too tired to think or deal with anything else. Toga hangs over the side, kicking her feet in the air behind her as she twirls the knife and smiles widely at you. A door swings open and footsteps echo throughout the quiet room and stop at the opposite end of the couch from where your head is positioned. Toga turns her head and frowns slightly at the person.

“Are you here to talk to your girlfriend?” She teases, rolling off the back of the couch to stand.

“I don’t have a fucking girlfriend.” Dabi sneers. You don’t even have to look at him to know that his normally bored expression is twisted up slightly in distaste.

“I thought Y/n was your girlfriend? You go out with her a lot.”

“Fuck that.”

“Aww, c’mon, just admit that you love her.”

“Toga, Dabi, please.” You plead, not wanting to go here with him.

“Can’t fucking admit something that’s not true.”

And there it was. Even after a few months of sleeping together, he simply doesn’t seem to have any deeper feelings for you. It shouldn’t hurt the way it does; there shouldn’t be a harsh twist low in your gut at the words. The two of you never made any kind of agreement on what you were, but you can’t help wanting more from him. Swallowing the hurt, you sit up quickly and storm off to your room, blocking out anything else that is said behind you.

You spend the next week avoiding Dabi, disappearing not long after he enters a room and spending most nights out with the few friends you have outside of all of this. Anytime you scurry past him, just barely escaping his outstretched arms, you see flickers of annoyance and anger dancing over his face. Any time the two of you end up in a room together, you catch the other member shifting around at the odd tension that takes over as you quickly slip out. Toga happened to fill you in on the fact that over the week of you ignoring him Dabi has been snapping and all around more irritated.

“He’s been so mean lately. Almost every time anyone talks to him after you leave, he threatens them and storms off. I think he misses you.” Grins Toga.

“Oh, yeah, sure he does. I’m sure he’s so fucking sad that I’m not warming his bed for him anymore.” You mutter. Before you get a chance to say anything else, the door behind you swings open and you both look over to find Dabi standing there. “Perfect timing. I gotta go anyway.”

“Where the hell are you going?” He asks, leaning against the wall next to the door.

“I have a date.” You state, walking past him.

“What? The fuck you mean you got a date?”

“I mean just that - I’m single and I have a date. Therefore, I am going to get ready and go on my date.”

“You can’t.”

“I can’t. Really? Because, the last time I checked, I wasn’t your girlfriend and you didn’t love me so I don’t think you get a fucking say in what I do or when I do it, asshole.” You sneer and step around him, slamming the door in his face when he moves to follow.

You storm off occasionally checking behind you to see if he followed you. Checking one last time, you slide into your nearly unused apartment and quickly get yourself ready for your date. A quick natural makeup look and simple hairstyle later, you’re slipping into a nice pair of jeans and a decent sweater before double checking the time and heading off.

The cool evening air wraps around you as you move along the semi empty streets, storm clouds slowly starting to creep in over you. The occasional sound of cars and the occasional group of people fills the night air with a low hum. Finally, the little restaurant comes into view and you smile when you see your date standing outside waiting for you. He’s cute, with perfect manners, a soft, sweet smile on his face.. You really try to have a good time and connect with him, but, in the back of your mind, you know this isn’t what you want. You decline his offer of walking you home and let him know that you had a good time but keep quiet when he brings up the possibility of a second date. Giving him a hug goodbye and soft kiss to the cheek, you turn and head back towards your apartment until you get far enough away from the restaurant and stop in the currently empty street.

“I know you’re there.” You call quietly. “Stop skulking in the shadows, asshole.”

“That’s kind of rude, don’t ya think, doll?” Dabi says, stepping out of the shadows and into the light of the streetlights.

“I think following me around like a stalker is kind of rude. Why are you following me around, Dabi?”

“Had to make sure you were fine.”

“And why are you doing that?”

“Because you’re mine.”

“Oh, yeah, I sure believe that. I don’t have time for this, Dabi. I’m going home and I’d really rather you not follow me.”

“Doll, c’mon. You’ve been ignoring me for a week. Stop being like this.” Groans Dabi as he rolls his head.

“Stop being like what? Your doormat? Your fucking cockwarmer? You get to walk all over me and I get nothing. No. Scratch that - I get a few hours of your time whenever it’s convenient for you. You look at me like you care about me but your actions clearly show that I don’t mean anything.” You cry. Tears slowly start to make their way down your face at the same time it starts to rain. Large cold raindrops fall around you as you stand on the sidewalk with tears tracking down your face. “I get it. I get that you don’t want to be tied to me but, fuck, you don’t even act like you really like me half the time.”

“Doll.” Dabi tries, reaching out for you, only to sigh when you flinch back and away from him. “Y/n.” The sound of your actual name falling from his mouth has you looking up at him before eyeing his outstretched hand. Taking a couple steps forward, you allow him to pull you forward as he backs into the darkness of the alley.

“I just wanna know I mean something more than a quick fuck when you’re bored.” You whisper.

Much to your dismay, Dabi stays quiet, just watching as the rain slowly soaks you as you stand in front of him. Finally, he pulls you into him and tilts your head up with an unusually gentle touch and kisses you.

“You are mine.” He murmurs against your lips. Pulling away from you, he scans over your now shivering form and slips his jacket off with a huff and tosses it over you. “Let’s get the fuck out of the rain. You look like a gross, wet rat.”

“Like you’re one to talk.” You retort, pulling his jacket tighter around you. The material is still warm and the heavy scent of smoke clings to it in an oddly comforting way. Sniffling, you follow back to the hideout watching him intently as he occasionally looks over his shoulder at you. Sighing, you tug the jacket back up as it slips down a little. You suppose this is better than nothing.

Like usual, he pushes the door open, letting your now soaking form slip past him and into the warmth of the hideout. Handing his jacket back, you shuffle down to your usual room and peel your soaked clothing off, tossing them into a corner to be dealt with later. You change into something dry and crawl into your bed. The muffled sound of footsteps passes by your door a few times as an hour ticks by, solidifying your thought that Dabi won’t come to you the way you had started to hope he would.

Sighing, you move to turn off the lights before curling up in your blankets, staring off into the darkness for what feels like hours before finally falling into a fitful slumber. Even as you sleep, your dreams are somehow still plagued with that ache in your chest. The ache that sits low in your heart, that swirls and twists when Dabi looks at you with perfect blue eyes and a lazy smile. It’s the kind of ache that you hate to admit sometimes but you can’t escape the fact that, at the end of the day, you know you love him. Through all of his rough and jagged edges, he warms a part of your heart that hasn’t been touched in so long and it hurts to know that he may never feel the same.

Light shines through the small window of your room, slowly working to pull you from your slumber. Shifting slightly, you freeze when you register the weight of an arm resting around your waist. Moving as slow as possible, you turn around only to have relief wash over you when you find Dabi laying there with his face smushed into your pillow. A little smile graces your face at the thought of him actually trying finally. Slowly, you try and scoot your way out of his grasp and get up, only to be dragged back into him.

“You wanted me to fucking sleep here. Now you gotta stay here.” Comes Dabi’s sleep laced voice. Rolling your eyes, you do your best to break his grasp on you so you can turn over and look at him. He peeks a tired blue eye open when you run the tip of your finger along the unscarred skin of his cheek. “Stop it, 'S annoying.”

“You love it.” You whisper.

“I tolerate it. Are you gonna keep being annoying or can I go back to sleep now?” He grunts, closing his eye again.

“Do I have to stay here if you sleep?”

“Yes.”

“Will you properly cuddle with me if I stay here?”

“I’m 5 seconds away from incinerating your ass.” He growls, popping an eye open to look at you. Huffing when you pout at him, he raises his arm and shuffles over slightly, giving you the room to curl up against him. “There, happy, you little brat?”

“Very.” You whisper, snuggling into him.

You smile softly when you hear his annoyed, little huff, but he still pulls you just a little closer. Basking in his warmth and touch you allow the steady sounds of his heartbeat and breathing to lull you back to sleep. A couple of hours pass before your need for food once again pulls you from your sleep. Finding yourself still trapped against Dabi, you slowly make your way out from under his arm, freezing anytime he moves until you finally make your escape. Once your feet are safely on the floor, you double check that Dabi is in fact still asleep.

Finally, you stand and make your way to your door only to stop in front of your dresser. Ontop rests a black, velvet box. Looking back at Dabi’s sleeping form, you carefully pick it up and slowly pull it open. You can’t help the small gasp that escapes you as you stare down at a beautiful necklace. A delicate silver chain adorned by a small charm and soft blue gemstone. Running a finger along the gem you can’t help but tear up at the thought of Dabi actually going out of his way to get this for you. You know he stole it and you’ll probably be seeing some news report about it later on, but it’s the thought that counts. Pulling it free from it’s pretty box you work to secure it and prance off to the bathroom to scan over the beautiful piece of jewelry.