#soft mha

Bakugo's heart raced—he had seen countless things as a pro hero, but this was different. Y/N moved like liquid gold, her confidence radiating from the stage. The sultry way she danced, each movement deliberate and captivating, drew him in, against his better judgment. He found himself lost in her performance, forgetting all about the villain he was supposed to be watching.

The music pulsed around him, and Y/N's eyes locked onto Bakugo's for a brief moment. A spark ignited between them, and he felt something shift in the air. The crowd cheered as she tossed her hair back and spun, the sequins on her costume catching the light in a dazzling display.

As her routine reached its climax, Y/N climbed onto a platform, her silhouette framed by the shimmering lights. She captivated the audience, but Bakugo felt like she was performing just for him. When she threw a wink his way, his heart skipped a beat. The playful glint in her eyes made him forget about everything else, even his mission.

When the performance ended, the applause erupted like thunder, but Bakugo was still reeling from the show. He needed to regain his focus, but something about Y/N had woven itself into his thoughts.

After the show, he waited, pretending to be disinterested as he observed the crowd dispersing. His heart raced as he spotted Y/N backstage, chatting with her fellow performers. This was his chance, and he couldn't let it slip away.

Gathering his courage, he approached her just as she stepped away from the group. “Hey,” he said, trying to sound casual despite the pounding in his chest.

Y/N turned, her expression shifting from surprise to a playful smile. “Hey there, mysterious stranger. Enjoy the show?”

“It was… impressive,” he admitted, feeling slightly sheepish under her gaze. “You’ve got some serious skills.”

“Thanks! I love performing,” she replied, a hint of pride in her voice. “But I’m glad to know it caught your attention.”

Bakugo rubbed the back of his neck, trying to find the right words. “Listen, I—” He hesitated for a moment, his heart racing. “I know this is sudden, but would you want to grab dinner sometime?”

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, a look of surprise crossing her face. “You’re asking me out?”

“Yeah, I am,” he said, his voice steady despite the fluttering in his chest. “I mean, you kind of enchanted me up there. I’d like to get to know you better. If you’re interested.”

A smile broke across her face, genuine and warm. “I’d love to. When?”

“How about tomorrow?” he suggested, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. “I know a great place that serves awesome food.”

“Tomorrow sounds perfect,” Y/N replied, her smile widening. “I can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned.”

As they exchanged numbers, Bakugo couldn’t shake the feeling that this night had taken an unexpected turn. He’d come here to catch a villain, but instead, he’d found something—or someone—who had captivated him far more than he anticipated.

“Alright, then it’s a date,” he said, trying to keep his cool. “Just… don’t expect me to be all charming and suave. I’m more of an explosive type.”

Y/N chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. “I think I can handle that. And I’m sure you’ll surprise me.”

“Mmm, five more minutes,” he murmured, his voice muffled and thick with sleep. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at how he always managed to turn mornings into a cozy retreat.

“Five more minutes?” you teased lightly, though you didn’t really want to get up either. You snuggled against him, feeling his warmth radiate against your cool skin.

Spinner tightened his hold on you, burying his face further into your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. “I don’t want to get out of bed. It’s too cold,” he whined playfully. You could hear the hint of a smile in his voice. It was impossible to resist his charm.

“Agreed,” you replied, sinking deeper into the embrace. You felt his arms wrap more securely around you, pulling you impossibly closer. He was like a blanket, enveloping you in warmth.

With a soft sigh, you let your eyes drift shut, feeling blissfully safe and snug against him. Spinner’s fingers lightly traced patterns along your arm, sending tingles down your spine. The world outside could wait; all that mattered was this moment with him.

“What do you want to do today?” he asked, his voice still sleepy, a hint of excitement bubbling beneath the surface. You could feel him nuzzle against you, and it made your heart flutter.

“Honestly? I just want to stay like this,” you admitted, feeling a little shy but completely at ease in his arms. “Just us and the blankets.”

His laughter was soft and warm, wrapping around you like the blankets. “Sounds perfect. Just us, cuddling all day long.” Spinner’s voice held a playful lilt, and you could tell he was already envisioning the lazy day ahead.

As minutes slipped by, you could feel yourself drifting in and out of sleep, comfortable in his embrace. You reveled in the way his warmth enveloped you, how he kept pulling you closer as if you might slip away. You could feel his heart beating steadily against your back, a calming rhythm that made you feel grounded.

“Hey, let’s do a movie marathon later,” he suggested, brushing your hair away from your face. His fingers lingered on your cheek, and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks.

“Only if you promise to stay cuddled up like this while we watch,” you countered, meeting his gaze.

“Deal,” he said, a wide grin spreading across his face. There was a gleam of mischief in his eyes, making you chuckle softly. “But you have to let me choose the first movie.”

You rolled your eyes, pretending to contemplate. “Fine, but if it’s another horror movie, I’m hiding behind you the whole time.”

“Perfect! You’ll keep me warm.” Spinner winked, and you felt your heart race at the way he looked at you—like you were the only thing that mattered.

As the morning stretched on, the two of you melted back into your cozy cocoon, sharing soft kisses on each other’s foreheads, exchanging lazy smiles, and exchanging the quiet joys of simply being together. The outside world faded away as the two of you drifted further into that sleepy paradise.

You nestled closer, burying your face against his chest. “Can we just skip the day and stay here forever?” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Absolutely,” he replied, planting a soft kiss atop your head. “I could get used to this.” His fingers began to dance lightly across your back, the gentle touch sending waves of comfort washing over you.

Time seemed to lose its meaning as the two of you lingered in that sacred space, wrapped up in each other. The world outside could wait. In this moment, it was just you and Spinner, lost in a blissful embrace, the only thing on your minds was the warmth and comfort of being together.

“Needed a break,” he mutters, a little hoarsely, as if that explains why he’s standing here, arms wrapped around you in an embrace that feels both foreign and oddly natural for him.

His hands shift slightly, thumbs brushing in slow, aimless circles against your waist. You’re not even sure he realizes he’s doing it, but there’s something mesmerizing in the quiet rhythm. The way his fingers occasionally graze your sides, the warmth seeping through your clothes, feels like a secret he’s letting you in on—some part of him he doesn’t show anyone else. It’s like he’s telling you something in silence, his words unspoken, his expression hidden against your shoulder.

You start to lean back into him, letting your head rest against his collarbone, surrendering to the quiet comfort of his hold. Dabi lets out a breath, one that seems to release some of the tension in his body as he relaxes further into the embrace. You feel his chin nudge down a bit as his head drifts, his forehead now resting gently against your shoulder. He’s steady, unhurried, his fingers tracing slow, reassuring patterns that make you feel like he’s grounding himself as much as you.

For a while, it’s just the two of you in this space, his arms wrapped around you in a protective circle. You can feel his heartbeat, a slow and calming pulse against your back, and it’s oddly soothing. He tightens his hold every now and then, almost like he’s afraid to let go, a silent admission that he finds as much comfort in this as you do.

Minutes pass, and the silence deepens. He shifts his head, his forehead brushing your shoulder before nestling his face into the curve of your neck. His hair tickles your skin, and you feel the warmth of his breath, slow and even, ghosting over your collar. His grip loosens just a little, his arms settling into an easier hold as if he’s melting into you, and for a moment, you’re not even sure if he’s awake.

It’s in that quiet moment that you feel his breathing become deeper, each exhale warmer and more languid as he rests against you, his weight leaning just enough to let you know he’s drifting off, surrendering to the softness he doesn’t usually allow himself. His hold tightens one last time, and you hear him mumble something unintelligible, a soft sound against your neck as he nuzzles closer, unwittingly snuggling in.

You’re holding him up, bearing his weight in a way that feels intimate and right, and as he sighs, you can tell he’s truly comfortable, more at ease than you’ve ever seen him. His breaths deepen as he falls into a light sleep, his body heavy but reassuringly close, and you let yourself sink into the comfort of his warmth.

It’s only when he stirs, his eyes fluttering open slightly, that he realizes how close he’s gotten, his head still resting against you, his arms locked around your waist. For a moment, his eyes meet yours in the window’s reflection, and you catch that rare, unguarded look—almost like he’s not fully awake yet. But he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he lets out a soft chuckle, still a little dazed, and buries his face back into your shoulder, clearly unbothered by how vulnerable he looks.

“Guess I got too comfortable,” he murmurs, voice husky and amused, though he makes no move to let go. There’s a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth, a look so genuine it catches you off guard.

Then, after a moment, he lifts his head just enough to press a light, almost tentative kiss to your shoulder. It’s soft, a wordless confession that lingers in the air between you, and before you can say anything, he steps back slightly, though his arms stay firmly around you.

“C’mon,” he says quietly, his voice still thick from sleep as he takes your hand in his, leading you with that same soft but steady grip toward his room. You don’t resist, letting him guide you, feeling the warmth of his hand enveloping yours. When you both settle on the bed, he pulls you close once more, his arms wrapping securely around you, tucking you into his chest.

Dabi fell silent for a moment, and you could feel his eyes on you. He had this way of letting you be without pushing you to open up, a trait you appreciated in the moments when you needed space. But soon enough, he broke the stillness with a low, rumbling voice that stirred your attention.

“You know,” he started, a hint of teasing laced in his words, “you could always do that stupid ponytail thing to my hair again. If it’ll help you feel better.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his suggestion. Dabi? Offering that? For a moment, you stared at him, half-expecting him to smirk and say he was joking. But instead, he scratched the back of his neck, looking uncharacteristically shy. It was clear he meant it, and that little spark of warmth broke through your cloud of frustration.

A small smile crept onto your face as you reached for the tiny hair tie you kept nearby. “You really don’t mind?” you asked, letting a hint of disbelief show in your tone.

“Not like anyone else will see,” he grumbled, shooting you a glance that tried to maintain his usual tough-guy demeanor. “Just don’t get any funny ideas about posting this on your tiktok.”

Your grin widened, excitement bubbling inside you as you shifted closer, comb in hand. “I make no promises.”

Dabi sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes, but the corners of his mouth twitched, betraying a hint of amusement. “Just don’t take too long; I’ve got things to do.”

You chuckled softly, beginning to comb through his dark, unruly hair. The gentle rhythm of brushing helped ease the tension that had built up over the day, each stroke calming you further. He shifted slightly under your touch, allowing you to work without complaint, though you could tell he was trying to play it cool.

As you worked, you felt a strange sense of normalcy wash over you. The day’s chaos melted away with each pass of the comb, and you couldn’t help but smile at how well this simple moment was soothing your frayed nerves.

Finally, you gathered a small section of hair at the top, twisting it up and securing it with the hair tie. You took a step back to admire your handiwork and burst into laughter. Dabi, with his tiny ponytail perched atop his head, looked utterly ridiculous but also inexplicably adorable.

“Now that,” you declared, brushing his bangs back, “is a masterpiece.”

Dabi shot you a flat look, the deadpan expression battling with the faintest twitch of his lips as he tried to keep a straight face. “You’re getting way too much out of this,” he retorted, but you could hear the fondness hidden beneath his gruff tone.

“Maybe,” you admitted, still grinning from ear to ear. “But you really do look adorable.”

“Watch it,” he warned, though his voice lacked its usual edge. Instead, he softened, watching you with a mix of curiosity and something else you couldn’t quite place. “Not a word of this leaves this room.”

“Cross my heart,” you said solemnly, though the gleeful twinkle in your eyes was hard to hide.

For a moment, you both settled into a comfortable silence, Dabi’s playful grumpiness bringing you a sense of warmth. The earlier annoyance in his demeanor faded, and as you rested your head against his shoulder, the last remnants of your bad day began to slip away. Dabi shifted slightly, his arm draping around your shoulders as he pulled you a little closer, fingers tracing soft, absent patterns on your back.

“Feeling better?” he murmured, his voice low but genuine.

You nodded, leaning into him more. “Yeah… a lot better. Thanks for… well, just for letting me do this.”

Dabi grunted in response, looking away, but you caught the faintest hint of a blush creeping across his cheeks. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, clearing his throat. “You look like a kid on Christmas.”

You laughed softly, the sound brightening the room. “It’s just nice to have this moment with you. It helps.”

Dabi didn’t say anything more, but the tension in his posture eased, and you could feel the warmth radiating from him. He turned slightly, his hand brushing against the tiny ponytail, a hint of a smirk lingering on his lips. “If it helps you unwind, I suppose you could do it again sometime.”

You blinked, surprised by his words. Glancing up, you saw his face turned away, but the small smile lingering on his lips hinted at a shared understanding. You felt your heart flutter—Dabi, who usually kept everyone at arm’s length, was allowing you to peek through his defenses, just a little.

Unable to resist, you reached up and gently poked the tiny ponytail one last time. “You know, you’re really not so bad when you let your guard down.”

He rolled his eyes, but a genuine smile broke through, revealing the softer side of him that he often hid. “Yeah, well, don’t let it get to your head. I’m still a terrifying villain, remember?”

You leaned your head against him again, a content sigh escaping your lips. “Of course. Just a terrifying villain with cute hair.”

With the faint light of his phone illuminating the dark kitchen, he began his mission. This time, he decided on something more elaborate: pancakes and an omelet. He pulled up some videos, and as he scrolled through the tutorials, he couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and dread. Cooking was usually left to the others in the hideout, but he didn’t care. You deserved this.

Dabi gathered the ingredients—flour, eggs, milk, cheese, and some vegetables for the omelet. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress his nerves, and began following the steps on his phone.

As he mixed the pancake batter, he found himself cursing under his breath as the flour poofed everywhere, dusting the counters and himself in a fine white cloud. “Great start, Dabi,” he muttered, shaking his head at his own clumsiness. But he pressed on, determined to make this work.

Next up was the omelet. He chopped the vegetables, trying to keep his fingers out of harm's way while he fumbled with the knife. He glanced at the pan heating on the stove, and his heart raced. “This has to be perfect,” he thought, feeling the weight of the challenge.

Dabi poured the omelet mixture into the pan, watching it cook. He flipped it carefully, trying not to mess it up. A few bits slid off the side, but he managed to salvage most of it. “Not bad for a first-timer,” he said to himself, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a smile.

Finally, the pancakes were ready to be cooked. Dabi poured the batter onto the skillet, watching as they bubbled and rose. He could feel the adrenaline pumping; each flip was a small victory. After what felt like an eternity, he had a small stack of pancakes and a colorful omelet, plated with a side of fresh fruit he found in the fridge.

With everything set, he glanced around the kitchen, noting the slight mess he’d made. “At least I didn’t set anything on fire,” he muttered, feeling a swell of pride. He grabbed the tray and made his way to your room, balancing the breakfast with a newfound confidence.

As he pushed the door open, he was greeted by the sight of you still asleep, a peaceful expression on your face. Dabi set the tray down carefully and leaned closer, brushing a gentle hand through your hair. You stirred, blinking sleepily at him, and he couldn’t help but smirk.

“Good morning,” he said, his voice low and warm. “I made you breakfast.”

You rubbed your eyes, taking in the tray. “You what?” Your voice was still thick with sleep, disbelief flickering across your features.

“I made pancakes and an omelet,” he said, trying to sound casual but unable to hide the hint of pride in his tone. “Figured you could use it.”

Your heart swelled at the effort he’d put in. “You made breakfast? For me?” You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a flutter of happiness.

“Yeah, but don’t get used to it,” he added, crossing his arms as if to downplay his accomplishment.

You sat up, gazing at the beautifully plated food in awe. “Dabi, this looks amazing!”

“Just try it,” he said, watching you closely as you picked up the fork. You took a bite of the omelet first, surprised at how fluffy and flavorful it was. “Whoa, this is really good!” you exclaimed, your eyes lighting up.

Dabi’s smirk turned into a grin as he watched you enjoy the food. You moved on to the pancakes, taking a forkful and savoring the taste. “Seriously, Dabi. You did a great job!”

“I watched a few videos,” he admitted, feeling a warmth creep into his cheeks. “It wasn’t that hard.”

You giggled, a sound that made his heart race. “Not that hard? This is impressive for someone who usually avoids the kitchen!”

“Yeah, well, I just wanted to make you feel better,” he said, his voice softening.

The sincerity in his eyes made your heart flutter. “Thank you. This really means a lot to me,” you said, your tone earnest.

“Good,” he replied, a hint of shyness creeping in. “You don’t have to feel down all the time, you know. You have me to take care of you.”

You reached out, placing a hand on his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin under your fingers. “I really appreciate it, Dabi. You’re the best.”

He looked down, slightly embarrassed but also relieved, and you could see how much it meant to him. “Just don’t expect me to make this a regular thing,” he muttered, but the smile on his face betrayed his true feelings.

“Even if it’s not, I’ll cherish this moment,” you said softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. Dabi’s breath hitched, and he felt a rush of warmth flood his chest.