Leaving the office, 𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗢 made his way to the lobby where you should be waiting. He had forgotten a file at home and he asked you to bring it to him in the office. When he arrived at the lobby, he looked around, trying to look for his dear girl.

“Kento! Here, here!”

His eyes widened when he saw you. Unknowingly, he gulped. His eyes behind the glasses were tracing every crook of your body wildly. You looked different than your usual style — a yellow sundress with sunflowers all over. It was just a simple dress but it was enough to make Kento freeze.

“Hm? Ahaha, looks weird, isn't it? Just decided to wear this dress that Shoko bought for me,” you said with a smile as you handed him the file. Kento frowned.

“Don't say that...”

“Hm?”

“You don't look weird at all. You... You look amazing.” his eyes roamed you from head to toe before he smiled at you softly. He reached out to touch your neck, fingers dancing lightly on your skin.

“You look very beautiful, love. I like it.”

Your eyes glimmered with joy as you held his hand back. And Kento could not help but smile broader at you. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss on your temple. “Pretty girl,” he said.

You giggled daintily. “Way to make me feel like a princess, huh, Kento?”

“You are always a princess, dear. Wait here. Let us go for a lunch date, maybe? I can't just let you leave my sight yet, my pretty one.”

“Oh~ look at you...”

Your cheeks heated when 𝗧𝗢𝗝𝗜 commented on your look today. You pouted before you looked up at him. “Don't laugh, Toji...! I just wanna try a new style once in a while..” you muttered, huffing your cheeks which made Toji chuckle deeply as he pinched you lightly.

“Yeah? That's great. You dressin' up all gorgeous for me, sweetheart?” Toji said before his hands unashamedly roamed your body, feeling your curves with slight pressure from his fingers. You slightly squirmed, only to hear a deep chortle from him.

“You look so sexy.”

His hand naughtily touched your thigh before he slid it up slowly as if he was teasing you with time. But you grabbed Toji's hand, halting him from touching you any further.

“Not now, m'kay? Thought you were hungry already. We're going out for a lunch, okay?” you said, poking his toned tummy — hard as a brick. “You can ruin me tonight instead,” you whispered sensually as your index finger teased his lips. Toji groaned before he loosened his grip on your thigh. But he did give a soft slap on your ass with a smirk.

“Ya better keep this on till night. Can't wait to ruin it, sweet thing. I'll buy more pretty cute dresses for you today. My treat, milady.”

"mmph..." through his stress about your exhausted state, he giggles slightly as you sigh and shrug, your eyelids dropping more with each second. "i don't know, love."

"it's nine, (y/n)."

"what?" any haze that had chained your brain was broken as you shot out of his gentle hold.

straightening your back, you peer towards the large windows that created a barrier between the club room and the outside world, seeing an endless night erasing any of the natural light you had experienced when you walked in here after class.

"it's nine o'clock?" panicked, the chair screeches across pristine tile as you grab at the things scattered across the table. laptop, charging cords, notebooks and pencils all make their way into your grasp as you hurriedly shove them into your bag. "why didn't you wake me up sooner?"

tamaki had watched the stress bunch up in your shoulders the minute you broke away from his grasp. he watches it wind into your muscles and face as you close up your pack and swing it around one arm, hastily pushing the chair in.

"you look like you needed your rest." he says softly, taken aback by your harsh tone. "i talked to my father to let us stay here a little while longer, since i know you have been working really hard on that project you have, and i thought-"

"exactly!" without raising your voice, he feels the sharp frustration rolling off the tip of your tongue, and it pierces something tender as you whip around to face him. "i have been working so hard not to get behind on my schedule, and now that's all out window. why didn't you wake me up like I asked?"

yellow eyebrows raise as you bite back at him, and he is getting whiplash from the sudden venom in your voice. "i tried, (y/n), but you didn't wake up!" his hands move in an pleading gesture. "you shoved my hand off when i tried to shake you and faced the other way when i kissed your cheek. the end of the world couldn't wake you."

your lips purse as your eyes squint and roll, and you stomp towards the door. stuttering, your golden retriever boyfriend follows behind as you nearly rip the door off it's hinges in your haste.

his words are rushed as he rushes to follow you out of the club room as you make your way down the long, empty staircase. "truly, you're not as behind as you might think, angel, not with all the work you've been doing?"

"you would think, huh?" another frustrated sigh escapes you, but it's more tuned towards yourself than anything. you push through the grand entrance of the school.

tamaki chases you out into the moonlight. his tall form stops in the doorframe though, when he sees the way the pale light drapes over your figure.

your usual bright stance sags in the night, and the hand he loves to hold rakes harshly through your perfect locks before it disappears to run down your face.

"(y/n), mon amour, what's wrong?" you hear his dress shoes click against the pavement. long arms wrap around your waist from behind, and a soft cheek nuzzles against the side of your face. tamaki tightens his hold, encouraging you to melt into his form. "talk to me."

after nothing more than a second, you do, because how could you not?

your head falls back as your spine molds into the bends and divots of tamaki's long torso, and a deep, shuddering sigh ripples out of you.

"i'm sorry, my love." tamaki feels your apology vibrate against his chest. "i just-, i've been extra stressed lately."

"about your project?"

"yes."

"why, angel?"

your neck twists, and you meet your prince's gaze in the complexity of his embrace, and tamaki sees the deep circles under your eyes. he notes how they had darkened since the last time he noticed them.

"i just have a lot riding on my grade for this course. my mother is counting on me for the future of her company, and if this project doesn't go well, then..."

"stop it." the comforting hug he had wrapped you in briefly vanishes as his touch pulls against your uniform. his fingers travel up your waist and forearms, gently grasping your shoulders as he spins you around to face him. "stop thinking like that."

when you're looking at him, his hands run up the rest of your body to your face, holding your jawline in his touch. "you've been working and worrying for two days, mon amour. you haven't been taking care of yourself, and there is nothing more important than your wellbeing."

his tone is different from his gallivanting, and incredibly endearing, dramatics. it's gracefully intense, like when he helped a struggling doctor find his way to his estranged daughter. the way he looks at you is also fierce, love and determination swimming in his purple irises.

"tamaki..."

"why haven't you been taking care of yourself?"

"i haven't had the time!" your voice tries weakly to defend yourself, but tamaki raises another eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "there isn't enough time in the day for me to work as hard as i have been and get a full night's rest."

"then why haven't you come to me about it?"

"i...i don't know." defeated, there is a drop in your gaze as you give up trying to defend yourself. "i thought i could do it on my own."

"you don't have to do anything on your own. not when you're with me." tamaki bends slightly to get into your line of sight. "you know you can talk to me, (y/n); that i'm here to give you anything and everything you need."

your (e/c) eyes whip back up to him. "i know that, love, but i-"

"no buts. you come to me if you need me. that's how it has always been for us."

the moonlight reflects off the small amount of wetness in your eyes, and tamaki's serious expression crumples. all of your stress and exhaustion breathes out of your body at his words. he smiles softly as you bury your face in his chest, placing his hand on your hair and another at your back, kissing the side of your head.

"i need you." your voice sings through the night, into the air as it's carried into the rose garden, red petals fully in bloom.

.oOo.

kyoya has seen this look before.

the tension of your lips as they writhe over your teeth. the slam of your footsteps as you make your way over to your usual seat across from him. especially the small smile you give to whomever greets you.

the smile that doesn't reach your eyes. the smile that falls immediately after you give some random excuse to dismiss yourself from the conversation, and you let it fall because you think no one is looking.

but kyoya was watching.

"good morning, (y/n)." he greets over his laptop as you click open your own, and you meet his gaze briefly before turning your attention back to your computer, giving him the same dismissive smile.

being that he was your boyfriend, that hurt a little.

"good morning, kyo."

he lets his eyes linger on the bored, dull look that you attach to your screen, accompanied by your sluggish movements and purple smudges under your eyes. a dark eyebrow quirks from behind his glasses as your chest rises with a sigh, and your face crinkles despairingly at whatever you are working on.

"what are you doing?"

your lashes flick up to him once more before returning back to your task at hand. "i'm working on the budget."

he blinks a little at your reply. "still?"

the tension from your mouth seeps into your form at his question, and you shift in your seat. "yes, love, thank you so much for pointing that out."

lips parting slightly at the sarcasm in your voice, the club's director raises his fingers off of his keyboard, favoring to clasp them under his chin instead as a more calculating gaze sweeps the figure of his beloved.

he catches an eyebrow twitch, a flare of your nostrils, the way your head bobs slightly before you shake it, as if that could erase the pure exhaustion radiating from you.

yes, kyoya has seen this look before.

in the mirror.

"how much sleep did you get last night, my dear?"

this time, you don't even look at him when you answer. you just shrug at him, too focused on your typing to really concentrate on a reply. "i don't know. maybe an hour or so-."

a sharp flare of concern rises in his chest before you spin your computer on it's base, shoving the screen in his direction with a wary look in your eye. "does this look right to you? i feel like something's missing."

his hands are still at his mouth when he glances at the spreadsheet you two created together, the perfect, color coded numbers arranged into straight columns.

but his brow furrows even more the longer he looks at it. lowering his hands to the device, kyoya pulls it closer to him as he scrolls through, skimming the text for any sign of error or miscalculation.

he finds none.

"(y/n), this is perfect." his pupils dart across the page behind his frames. "i have no idea what you're stressing over."

the laptop is pulled away from him once more as you run a hand through your hair. "no, no." you hit the backspace button on your keyboard, tired eyes squinting over the excel sheet. "something isn't right."

your aggressive typing fills the air once more, a little more frenzied and anxious than a minute before.

kyoya leans back in his chair, still observing. "(y/n), have you been working out this budget since the time i sent it to you?"

"of course."

"that was two days ago."

"i know."

he stands, pushing out his chair, but you don't notice. "have you slept at all?"

"not really. i've been going through the math, the incoming inventory. sure, it looks perfect now, and we are within this month's spending range, but i know there's a way to save more money. if i could just-"

"that," the lid of your computer is suddenly pushed down, closing the screen in front of you. a pale hand with pianist-like fingers attached to it splays across your protective case. "is more than enough, then."

"kyoya!" you sit in front of him, shock emanating from your face as his name is gasped from your lips. "what the hell?"

kyoya leans in front of you, one hand bracing your laptop closed while the other slips into the pocket of his trousers. his raven hair falls into his eyes a little bit, but the gray color is still piercing and raw.

"my dear," he pulls away slightly, adding pressure onto your computer so that it drags to his side of the table. "you need to take a break."

"a break?" you rise as well, trying to keep a cool demeanor. but your director could tell that your patience was thinning. "i'm on the brink of figuring this out, and you want me to take a break?"

"you already have figured it out, (y/n). i looked it over. you found the solution."

"but it could be better."

quickly, kyoya rounds the table, walking into your space to grab one of your hands.

he places both of his palms around one of your own, trying to get through to you through his touch instead of his words, even if the connection was small.

"how much sleep have you had in the past forty-eight hours?"

abandoned by the distraction your work gave you, you now face your boyfriend head on as he studies your movements.

since the moment you met him, kyoya has always watched you intently. as a man who didn't involve himself with anything that he didn't care greatly for, the process of dating him has and will always include him taking the time to observe and study you; to commit your mannerisms to memory. gray irises will forever notice how you bounce your leg underneath your desk when you have something to say but won't say it out right. or how you take your (f/h/d) in the morning, and the exact brand that you use.

or how your face lights up when he comes into view from down the hallway, and you excuse yourself to meet him halfway.

or how you always seem to kiss him with soothing, deep movements, which always encourages him to respond in kind.

but, very rarely is that intent stare coupled with concern.

yet, here it was, bathing his beloved gaze as he waits for your reply, leaving you with an aching heart. you think back to they way you've been acting, cranky and stand-offish, and a pang of regret sparks in your stomach.

your hand adjusts slightly in his as you hold onto his grasp, albeit a little nervously.

"you want the truth?" your beautiful eyes break his gaze as you stubbornly shift in place.

"always."

"not very much. maybe three hours." he swallows as that sharp flare of concern burns into an engulfing flame in his torso. "in total."

A disappointed frown etches onto his handsome features, but it's not angry. it's sad.

sad that he didn't see your exhaustion before, not in it's totality. he saw your frequent yawns and the way you tended to drift off mid-conversation, but he was busy with work as well, and couldn't connect the dots until now.

"(y/n)-"

"i know, i know. it's not the best." you take a deep breath and look at him with more confidence, ready to admit to your actions. "the perfectionist in me kind of let loose. i'm sorry, i just wanted it to be the best that it could be. for the club, ya know? for you."

tugging on your clasped hands, a deep hum resonates from the ootori son as he draws you closer. soon, your hands naturally loop around his neck while he settles his hold at your waist.

his forehead rests on yours as he sighs deeply, and you close your eyes as his low voice reaches your ears. "i think the best thing for me and the club is for you to get some rest."

he smirks a little as he feels you giggle tiredly against him. "yeah, i think you're right."

kyoya chuckles softly as he raises his forehead off of yours to place a kiss in the same spot. "i'm always right, my dear."

.oOo.

"hikaru! stop it!"

arms caged yours as you writhed against his chest. your legs were wild as they kicked up into the air, barely missing your boyfriend as he picked you up from where you had sat on your desk.

"put me down right now! what are you even doing?"

he grunts a little as your swinging legs hit his calves before throwing you down on your bed. unceremoniously, the bed frame creaks with your weight as you land face first into your duvet.

a loud huff escapes you as you turn around from your position, seeing hikaru standing at the foot of your bed with his arms crossed, a victorious smile plastered onto his sharp mouth.

"well, i asked you to take a break from your studying. and you said 'make me.'" his fingers come to either side of his head to create quotation marks. "so i made ya."

"i didn't mean literally, jackass." you grumble as you shift. your palms push your body up off the bed and spin you so that you are seated properly on your comforter. scooting roughly to the edge of your mattress, you barely stand up before your pushed onto the bed again.

"hikaru!"

"nope. not gonna happen."

"i need to study!"

"that's what you've been saying for the past two days!" his rough voice sounds exasperated as he gestures wildly to you. "in the clubroom, in the cafeteria, on our facetime calls. shit, (y/n), i don't think there has been a single second where i haven't seen that textbook open in front of you."

he points to the hefty calculus book open on your desk, three quarters of the pages turned to one side.

"that's what studying is!" you move to get up again with another frustrated sigh. "my test is tomorrow, my love, i can't afford any breaks right now."

this time, instead of simply pushing your back onto the bed, hikaru pins you down. in a flash, golden eyes fill your vision as his fingers clamp around your wrist. when you fall back, his weight takes you down as he flops heavily on your chest.

"you're not going anywhere, baby. not until you tell me what's going on."

"nothing is going on." you huff, blowing a few of his ginger strands out of his face. "now get off me."

"i don't believe you." ever the stubborn twin, hikaru makes a point to wiggle his body on top of yours to amplify the fact that you have no hope of pushing him off. "and i'm not moving until i believe you."

"what?" you bite back.

a more serious tone laces his voice as he scans you. "today, during club hours, you looked like a zombie."

you shoot him a blank look. "thanks."

"a gorgeous zombie, but still."

"not helping."

a crease forms between his eyebrows at your usually soft, bright tone crackling into dry one. "you were dragging your feet, and talking to yourself more than usual. it was creepy."

you rolled your eyes, and hikaru watches as the bags under your eyes moved with the motion, his jaw setting into a firm line.

"so i'm not getting off of you until you tell me what's been up your ass lately."

offended, you gasp and writhe once more, trying to break free of the surprisingly strong grasp the hitachiin twin has on your wrists. "i don't have time for this!"

he chuckles a little at your flustered expression and sinks more of his weight onto your figure. "well, if you're not going to take a break, than i will. i think i'll take a little nap on this comfortable bed."

realizing he doesn't need to pin your arms down anymore with all of his weight on you, he lets go and nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his arms and legs sprawling out over your uniform.

"don't you dare, hikaru!" you say as you try to bring your arms underneath him to push him off, but he's just a block of dead weight.

his breath hits your ear, and you can feel the mischievous smile on his lips. "oh, wow, this is a bumpy mattress." wriggling, he adjusts so that he locks perfectly into your body, and a deep sigh emits from his lungs. "that's better."

another weak push strains your muscles before you give up completely. flopping back onto the mattress, you let out a frustrated groan.

"hikaru, please."

"oh, the mattress speaks?"

"my love."

laughing, he presses a kiss onto the column of your throat. "what's up, baby?"

like a weighted blanket, hikaru's body flush against yours has calmed your heart rate slightly, and all the exhaustion and stress that you have been feeling suddenly comes to a head.

your arms lift from your sides to wrap around his toned back, and you turn your face into the divot connecting his shoulder and his collarbone, inhaling the comforting scent of his cologne and laundry detergent.

"i've been awake for the past forty-eight hours."

his chest rumbles with a sympathetic hum. "i know."

"i'm tired."

his head pops up from the embrace, and sincerity shines in the liquid gold of his irises. "let's take a nap, and then we can figure something out afterwards, yeah?"

you can already feel your eyelids dragging over your pupils. "yeah, that sounds nice."

as you succumb to your fatigue, you barely register the way hikaru rolls off of you. his warmth returns when you feel an arm wedge itself under your waist and pull you to him so that you can lay on his chest with ease. the other wraps around your shoulders, and you feel his breath tickling the top of your head as he settles in beside you.

"thanks for telling me, baby."

.oOo.

"so, i think because i found the magnitude of this vector, than i should be able to find the acceleration, right?" kaoru asks, back hunched over his desk, spinning a pencil in his left hand as he concentrates on the paperwork in front of him.

when he doesn't get a response, he stops fidgeting and looks over to you: his incredibly intelligent, and usually helpful, partner.

you're sat next to him, slaving away at your laptop while he watches the blue light practically burn your retinas.

well, sat is a strong word.

you slouched, your neck barely able to keep your head on your shoulders as you worked at his desk, fingers robotically clicking at your mouse and dragging images to their predetermined place, your graphic design coming to fruition with each release of a button.

"(y/n)?"

at the sound of your name, your spine flinches slightly as it straightens. you whip your head towards him with such a quick motion, that he winces at the twist of the muscle, hoping you didn't get whiplash.

his hopes are dashed when you immediately face the front, bringing one of your hands up to massage the nape of your neck.

"are you okay?"

"i'm fine," you breathe, exhaustion sprinkled in your sigh. "what did you need?"

cautiously, kaoru slides his paper over to you while you shift closer to him, pulling your chair over until your legs touch underneath his desk.

"i don't know if i got this problem right."

through a yawn, your eyes scan his homework, everything coming together in a blurry font due to your lack of sleep. you can barely make out his handwriting on your best day, so the fact that you hardly think straight doesn't really help.

but you couldn't let kaoru know that.

"it looks good, babe."

he quirks a ginger eyebrow, glancing between the paper and then back up to where you sat.

"yeah?" he asks, studying you carefully.

"for sure."

"okay, well then," your boyfriend flips the paper over, where another disarray of words meet you. he scribbles something out before circling an answer choice from his options, then looks back at you. "that must be right, too, yeah?"

you nod, blinking slowly. "mhmm." you turn to look at him, a small smile on your lips. "you're so smart, love."

his lips curve up into a half-smirk as he tilts his head, but the smile doesn't reach his eyes. golden irises squint as he glances over your face once more. "it's a smiley face."

your smile fades. "huh?"

the sneaky twin gestures towards the paper again, and after rubbing your palms over your eye-sockets, a happy face penciled in lead comes into accusing focus.

"i drew a smiley face, and you said i was smart." kaoru summarizes, a deadpan tone only being interrupted slightly as he laughs through his sentence. "what is going on with you?"

a frustrated whine ripples past your throat as you rest your head in your hands. your voice breaks into a quiet groan, and while your volume doesn't rise, your disappointment does. "god, this essay is making me lose my mind! i can't even think clearly, let alone write three more pages of this shit."

"hey, woah." kaoru rests his hand against your spine and rubs it, moving his hand back and forth in calming motions. "talk to me."

another deep sigh rushed out of you as you talk behind your hands, and your poor boyfriend can't hear a single thing.

the hand on your back glides to the side of your face, bringing your chin up and out of your grasp. he locks his gaze with yours as he leans back in his chair. "try again, babe."

"this essay makes me want to jump off a cliff."

"and you were gonna do that without me? i thought we had an agreement."

"shut up." despite yourself, you laugh.

the fingers on your chin shift to your scalp while he laughs with you, pushing only a few of the stray hairs away from your face. "have you slept?"

"not well."

kaoru notes a redness in your eyes he didn't see before. "not well, or not at all?"

you roll your eyes a little, but he knows it's not directed at him. you're disappointed in yourself. "a mix of both." hastily you look back at him, widening your eyelids a little at a poor attempt to look more awake.

"but it's no big deal!" your voice is a little too bright. "i can catch up on sleep once i submit this paper."

the gingered twin squints his eyes, but to your surprise, he shrugs, spinning in his office chair as he refocuses on his work. "yeah, i guess you're right. i get it."

your mouth was slightly agape at the fact that that actually worked. "you get it?"

"yeah. sometimes, people just can't sleep enough with everything going, ya know? i only got two hours of sleep last night, so i understand what you're going through."

there's a pause. kaoru fights a smirk as he scratches an equation into the top right of his paper.

"what?" a concerned voice reaches his ears, and he almost feels bad for lying. "only two hours?"

"mhmm." he hums, not even giving you a second glance.

"kaoru," the sweetest whine escapes your lips as he feels a hand on his shoulder. he steels his expression into one of confused nonchalance as he faces you again, only to be met with the spot you get between your crinkled eyebrow when you're worried. "why didn't you tell me?"

"what do you mean? it's not a big deal."

"yes it is!" your other hand reaches his opposite shoulder, and he turns to face you fully, reveling in your touch as you move to cradle his face. "sleep is important, babe, you can't just-"

his grin widens as a flash of realization flutters across your face. The worry in your features melts into a blank expression, and he laughs as you push his face away from yours, muttering a "jackass" under your breath.

the sneaky twin closes the distance though, pulling your chair ever closer to his to where nothing was standing in his way to pull you to his lap. you resist slightly, pouting as your sat into the space between his legs, but a natural, familiar gravity pulls you towards him anyway, and your face rests gently in the crook of his neck.

"rest for a couple minutes, okay? your paper will be here when you wake up."

a contended sigh seeps out of you as your exhaustion bubbles up to the surface. your eyelids begin to drop when you speak into his neck. "and what about you?"

kaoru's arms come to wrap around your folded form, burying you closer into his chest. "i'll always be here."

.oOo.

mori had gotten used to your talkative nature. being a man of little words, you complimented him well with your bright, energetic commentary about anything that excited you.

he supposed that he hadn't just gotten used to your bubbly personality shining through your lovely voice, he had come to love it; to rely on it.

so, when you entered your usual sparring session with your heels dragging on the wooden floor of the dojo, not only did the air feel off, he felt off.

your white gi hung off your rounded shoulders, the karate belt around your waist haphazardly tied in a knot at the front. and while you still looked as stunning as ever, mori could feel the confusion and worry well up in his chest.

he stood up from stretching out his hamstrings, his long body gracefully walking over to you to greet you with his usual hug. your smile was tired, and when you wrapped your arms around his thin waist, he felt you snuggle more into his hold and release a breath.

still gripping his waist, you looked up at him, your grin still exhausted but content when you propped your chin on his chest to meet his eyes.

"hey." you said, and your voice was airy and cracked.

"hi."

"how was your day?"

"good." his palms tightened on your back. "yours?"

you could barely keep your eyes open as you shrugged. "meh. it was interesting."

"yeah?"

"yeah." still, even in your tired state, you inched your face closer to his, a dazed look in your eye. "but we can talk about it later."

a disbelieving, good-natured scoff left him as a sharp exhale, your boyfriend knowing full-well that would not want to talk about it later. but he met you halfway, and your lips met in a lazy, soft kiss as he lowered his head to yours.

you had nearly put all of your weight onto him at this point, and as you sunk into his grip, he arched his back to counteract the force. his hands glided from your waist to your cheeks as he tilted his head, smirking slightly at the warm hum that left your throat.

pulling away, he kept his forehead on yours as he held you. a breathy left glazed over his face when you separated from him, and he opened his eyes to see a light curve on your plump lips.

"thanks, takashi. i needed that."

that brought all of his worries rushing back.

"(y/n)..." and you opened your eyes at the way he said your name. since mori wasn't the most vocal man you've been with, you learned to pick up on his tonal cues.

your name could be spoken in many ways. a gentle breeze as he tells you that he loves you, a deep inhale as you, yet again, prove your the clumsiest human alive, or maybe a groan in the late, late hours of the night.

this one was a mild warning, forming at the front of his mouth as he stares at you, deep brown eyes boring into yours with earnest.

"what?" you didn't want him to ask. but, he was kind and loving and really fucking stubborn. so, of course he was.

"what's wrong?"

a whine bubbled to the surface of your soft pallet as you dropped your face into the crook of his neck, even if you had to stand on your tip-toes to do so. abandoning your hold on his waist, you preferred to bring your arms up and around his shoulders, locking them around the back of his neck.

"i don't want to talk about it."

"what happened?"

"nothing, really. i promise."

"doesn't feel like nothing. here," gently, you felt a pressure on your hips as mori pushes you out of his hold, instead moving to grab your hand as he leads you to a traditionally decorated wall of the dojo.

letting go, the stoic leans his back against the wall before sliding down, tucking his lanky form into a sitting position before inviting you to do the same. "sit with me."

and he looked so sweet, his gaze hardened on the surface but filled with emotion and weight within it's depths. so how could you say no?

plus, he really wouldn't stop until you told him.

taking a spot next to him, you let your head roll onto the back of the wall before resting it on his shoulder. and the spot was so comfortable, so familiar, you wanted to fall asleep right there.

mori was stubborn, yes, but he was also patient. he waited like a boulder against the tide as you gathered your thoughts, loyal and permanent and determined to help you through whatever was plaguing you.

in your thoughtful silence, he imagined the stress you had been baring when you were assigned that presentation in class. even if you were energetic and outspoken, he knew public speaking terrified you. the pure panic that had erupted in your irises when you told him about the ten-minute powerpoint you had to put together in three days told him everything he needed to know about how your weekend was going to go.

that was two days ago, and he had suggested this impromptu sparring match to give you a little bit of a break. physical activity always cleared his head when he was stretched, and he figured if he could remind you how strong you were, then you could convince yourself that this would be a piece of cake.

but the bags under your eyes and the unanswered calls from him on your cell-phone made him think that this had been harder on you than he had originally expected.

a small snore broke him out of his thoughts, and he looked down at the source.

your eyes were peacefully closed, and your lips were parted as deep, calm breaths washed in and out of your chest. he relaxed slightly into the wall, and smiled as you cuddled closer to him in his small movement.

kissing the top of your head, he rested his cheekbone upon your hair as he rested his eyes as well.

you two would talk later. it wasn't physical activity you needed, or even a helping hand if you had let him.

all you needed, really, was a little bit of rest.

.oOo.

"(n/n)-chan! (n/n)-chan!"

honey bounced up to your desk as you typed away, usa-chan banging against the side of his calves as he stopped at the end of your chair. "wanna play with me, (n/n)-chan?"

you barely spared him a glance, but your eyes met his with a quick shake of your head as you returned your urgent glance to your laptop. "not right now, honey. sorry."

the blonde's bouncing stopped, a little to awe-struck at your rejection to feel sad about it. he was more confused than anything. you never said no to him.

a deep, apparent wrinkle appeared between his brows as the boy-lolita tugged on your sleeve, causing your fingers to slip off the keyboard slightly as you typed. "please?"

"what the-?" your hand having slipped, it gently brushes the cup of tea near your working space, and you gasp before rolling your eyes. "no, honey. i told you, i can't. go play with usa-chan, okay?" you quickly pulled your sleeve out of his grasp and got back to your work, leaving him deflated at your side.

this time he was pouting, and the wrinkle on his forehead turned from confused to determined as he walked around to the opposite side of the table to crawl into the chair across from you.

"what are you workin' on?"

this time your eyes flicked up to him for a longer moment. you wondered why he couldn't leave you alone, but you guessed it was better that he was sitting over there rather than pulling at your uniform and keeping you from your work. "the club's website."

he gasped as he swung his legs on the chair, too short to reach the ground from this height. "ooh, are you making it pretty?"

a sigh came from deep within you as your eyes squinted, zooming in on something on the other side of your screen. "you could say that."

"what are you doing to it?"

you shrugged, still focused on your work. "formatting, graphic designing, boring tech stuff."

"cool!" honey excitedly places his palms on the table, seeing if he sat up straighter, he could get a better view. "how do you know how to do all that?"

you suspiciously scanned him over as he edged closer, pulling your computer forward on the table. "lots of practice."

a high-pitched hum exudes from the third-year as he tilts his head, almost fully on the table now, but something has caught your eye, and your back to your furious typing, not noticing how close he's gotten.

his voice sounds distant in your focus. "couldn't you take a break? for cake? a cake break?" he giggles, but his smile falters when you don't hear his joke.

"haven't taken a break in two days, honey. not gonna start now." your voice is low and inattentive, trailing off as you scroll through the columns and columns of pictures and texts.

still crawling towards you, his brown eyes widen slightly. "two days?" he gasps, and begins to count on his fingers. "that's uhhh..." honey counts his fingers under his breath for a moment before he brightens with an answer. "forty eight hours worth of work! did you even sleep?"

"nope. no sleep. kyoya needs this done by tonight."

"what?!" at that, honey stands to his full height, his small but strudy weight easily supported by the desk underneath him. you jerk back as he points a finger in your face, his voice still young but firm as he speaks down to you. "you need to take a nap right now!"

"honey!" the blonde has your full attention now. "get down!"

"nope!" his pink lips pop the 'p' noise as he shakes his head defiantly. "not until you agree to sleep! kyo-chan can wait."

your hands come up in an exasperated motion and you stand up, pushing your chair out from under you. "honey, this table is not stable. you're gonna fall if you don't get down!"

"will you take a break?"

"i can't!"

"well, then i'm not coming down." folding his arms across his chest, he puffs it out, a proud look on his face.

his confident aura melts, however, when the table shifts with his dramatic movement.

you suck in a breath as honey throws his arms out to balance himself, barely keeping the table at bay as he wiggles side to side.

"okay! okay, i'll take a ten-minute nap! just, please sweetheart, get down from there."

even in the midst of chaos of his own making, honey still finds the. motivation to negotiate. "twenty minutes!"

"fine!" you round the table and extend your arms, and he leaps into them as you pick him up. your heart rate slows as you hold him while the table falls with the loss of his added weight, your tea and computer skidding to opposite sides of the tile.

blankly, you look at honey as he winces at the impact, and then at the dark aura that slowly begins to crowd around your frame.

"i can pay for that." he promises.

.oOo.

your knee bounces under your desk as you watch haruhi's eyes flick over your screen, the words you spent two days writing reflecting back in her dark brown eyes as she reads your work.

your hands are clasped in front of your lips, keeping you from saying anything like 'i changed my mind!' or 'okay, you can stop now', because you're pretty sure haruhi would ignore you anyway.

she had insisted on reading your short story. it was something you did in your free time, and it was something she knew you took pride in.

sometimes, if you felt courageous enough, you would submit them into newspapers, or maybe magazines and blogs if you were really going all out, this past weekend being one of those times. day in and day out, you sat at your writing desk, typing away for what felt like mere seconds as the story in your mind began to unfold onto the pages in front of you. barely any food and close to no sleep rendered a masterpiece of literature, or at least that was what haruhi had assured you she would call it if you let her proof-read it.

your natural host promised that it would take her only a few minutes to read the whole thing, and then you could be on your way to submit it to the magazine's editor. plus, it was the least you could do since you basically ignored her calls and used up all of your study-date time to edit and revise your concluding paragraph.

but finally, finally, after many torturous seconds, your girlfriend leans back. her hands wrap around the edge of your macbook to only shut the laptop halfway and push it aside, turning her full attention back to you.

very briefly, you pulls your hands away from your mouth to ask the question you've been dreading. "what do you think?"

the gentle look that haruhi always wears stays frozen for a moment, but slowly starts to melt into a soft smile as she meets your nervous gaze. "it's good, love. it's really good."

straightening, your eyes widen as you bite your lip. "really?"

her smile gets brighter as amazement floods your cheekbones. "really."

"oh my god." releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding, you throw yourself into the back of your chair. pulling your palms up and around, they rake over your face before scratching through your hair, a groan morphing into a laugh as relief sputters out of you. you feel like you need to say it again, probably louder for good measure. "oh my god! you really liked it?"

the honor student's deep laugh joins yours as watches you bask in a job well done. "why would i lie about that?"

touching down to earth, you shrug, your hands falling into your lap. "because you love me, and you would do anything to make me happy?"

she snorts, leaning forward as she is drawn into your space. "you're right. i do love you. probably just enough to never lie to you again."

a teasing smile curves your lips as you fake offended disbelief, scooting closer so that your knees slip between her own. "again?"

brunette eyebrows work upwards as haruhi mirrors your smirk, nodding as she gets even closer. "mhmm."

"and what have you lied about, haruhi dear?" her breath is mixing in with yours now, and she keeps her kiss barely out of reach, her lips grazing yours as she responds.

"about letting you leave tonight."

"wha-?" your eyebrows knit as haruhi shoots out of her chair, and before you can protest, she is straddling your hips, one of her legs on either side of you as you blush at her sudden proximity.

"haruhi!" but even if your voice sounds surprised, you hold her closer, your palms coming to rest on her thighs.

"when was the last time you slept?" she asks, suddenly serious as she cups your face in her hands.

"last night." you say, but she squints at your response.

"for how long?"

"enough." you whine, bringing your hands around her waist, encouraging her to be flush against you. "don't worry about it."

"(y/n), you look exhausted. i'm going to be worried about it."

you look at her for a moment before realizing that she isn't going to back down. shoulders slumping, you drop your head onto her shoulder, hugging her close to your body. "two hours. maybe."

a displeased noise expels from her throat, but suddenly you feel slender fingers rubbing your back, toying with the hairs on the back of your neck. "you need to sleep."

making a grunt of blind agreement, you melt into her hold, the excitement and anxiousness you felt about your story being blown away by a gust of drowsiness. the scratches on your scalp weren't helping.

"like right now." she emphasizes, and tries to wiggle out of your hold, but you were stronger. tightening your grip around her slim waist.

her shoulders shake with another endearingly low laugh as she hugs you back. "let's get to the bed, love."

you don't think you've ever slept deeper in your life.

.oOo.

“Alright Y/N” he smirked. “You doomed yourself with this one. I’m not keen on losing y’know..” 

“And neither am I..” you said confidently, preparing yourself to resist as much as you could on this challenge. “You think I’m that thirsty over you to lose? This is gonna be easy”

Dabi laughed, he knew what you meant wasn’t to offend him but a bratty way to tease and rile him up. And it definitely worked, the mischievous grin on his face making it known that there was no turning back from this.

“Alright then, sweetheart..let’s start this shall we?” he whispered, getting closer until the tip of your noses touched together. You gulped nervously, feeling your face heating up as you nodded. Without wasting any second, his lips pressed softly against yours. He was taking his time, slowly tasting your lips and humming in your mouth. You felt your heartbeats getting faster along with a pool of butterflies forming in your stomach as well. Fuck, this was already getting hard. The bastard was a good kisser, he knew how to drive you absolutely crazy with just a few kisses and no touching at all. His half lidded eyes were glued on yours, the little sighs you’d let out had him smirk on the kiss, now deepening it and using his tongue. The wet muscle brushed past your lower lip, before sliding in and intertwining with yours. 

“Mmm.. you good there..?” he mumbled between kisses, not giving you time to breathe or talk at all as he continued kissing and invading your mouth with his tongue. 

“I’m..mmmhm f-fine” you tried to back away from the kiss to catch your breath a little, the room was suddenly getting smaller, the air was warmer and your hands were sweating. You were dying to touch him, you wanted to climb on his lap and grind your wet aching cunt on his thigh to feel some pleasure, to run your hands through his toned chest and hair. “Dabi..”

“What is it doll, y’like it when I kiss you like this huh? Or maybe.. you want this tongue to be somewhere else.. ” he chuckled, noticing the way your thighs squeezed together. The rules of the game never mentioned that talking wasn’t allowed, so he had to take the chance. 

“Mmmh yeah? Is that what you want? Fuck-” Dabi groaned, feeling his pants getting tighter from the growing erection. The sounds you were letting out, the little sighs and whimpers as he teased you, were driving him insane, almost making him cum right there in his pants. “I bet that slutty cunt of yours is drenched, I can smell it. M’dying for a taste~”

“God-” you tried breaking the kiss but his teeth bit your lower lip hard enough to prevent you from backing away and keeping you in place. “You damn bastar-”

“C’mere..” 

His mouth crashed against yours again, now the kiss getting rougher and deeper as he was literally eating your mouth and grunting with each kiss, making you squeal in your seat as your nails digged in your thighs. Purposely Dabi brought his body closer to yours, but he still didn’t touch you, nor did he let you back away. 

A fucking menace.

You could already feel the heat his body radiated, the scent and steam coming off him got you even more soaked. Your body was inches away from his, it was hard as hell to continue this game any further now.

“Y’wanna touch your man so bad huh..” he murmured. “.. c’mon, I’m all yours pretty girl~”

Fuck this game.

Your hands instantly grabbed his coat and pulled him closer while you shifted on his lap, still not breaking the kiss.

“That’s my girl..” he chuckled, taking pride in winning the game and making you lose so easily. His hands cupped your asscheeks, squeezing them as he moved your body to grind against his hardened crotch. You moaned softly in his mouth, relishing the pleasure, the heat of your cunt could be felt even with your clothes on. The way you were clinging on his body and trying to take his clothes off made it hard for him to not pin you down and fuck you into oblivion.

“Eager aren’t we..” he smiled, removing his coat and shirt and throwing you down to the bed. “Spread those pretty legs for me… there you go”

He licked his lips at the sight of your soaked panties. “Damn.. some kisses was all it took? I thought ya weren’t thirsty f’me..” 

“Shut up” you scoffed, covering your flustered face with your hands. “C’mon Dabi..” You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

He’d usually make you beg for it, but this game had edged him enough to the point he couldn’t waste time anymore. He unbuckled his belt, whipping out his hardened pierced cock, precum already leaking down and making you drool at the sight. Your panties were almost torn from the way he aggressively took them off you like a starved man.

“Tell me you want this..” he whispered, placing kisses and bites on your neck as the tip of his cock slid against your wet folds, making your legs tremble. “C’mon baby..” He sounded needy, the game took a toll on him as well. 

“Please.. I want this” you whined, getting impatient as each second felt like hours. “Fuck me..”

With a low groan he placed his cock right between those puffy folds, sliding it slowly, agonizingly as the warmth of your velvety walls welcomed his grith inch by inch. “Shit.. always so tight f’me”

Filling you up completely, you could feel his cock twitching inside of you, his hands kept your legs spread wide as he started his thrusts, pushing inside, stretching you out and going deeper. You began clenching around him faster than you imagined, already feeling that knot on your stomach ready to explode from how long you were edged until now. Dabi cursed between his teeth, he wasn’t going to last long either from the deathly grip your cunt had on his cock. 

“Shit babe.. y’killing me here, oh fuck-” he groaned, slowing his pace for a moment before slamming it right back in with more strength, hitting the deepest parts of you while you moaned loudly in response. And he did that over and over again, fucking you stupid, going faster and rougher until he slowed the pace again. You whined in frustration, looking up at him through furrowed eyebrows while he gave you a smug grin.

“The game’s still on dollface, but now whoever cums first loses..”

“You jerk-ah fuck!”

A particular hard thrust had your head spin and your eyes roll at the back of your skull, making you see stars. Dabi rested his face at the crook of your neck, while your nails dug into the purple flesh of his back. You were breaking and falling apart on his cock, and he was enjoying every second of it. Now he was drilling into you, the sounds of sloppy thrusts and skin slapping together now getting louder along with your moans as well. His earth-shattering pace had the twitching in your core grow more and more. 

“Look at that slutty little face..” he growled, looking at the way your eyes crossed and your mouth fell open. “Cum for me, slut.. fuck yeah that’s it-”

You clung to him the moment orgasm hit you, shocks of electricity going through your body as he felt your sweet cunt gushing and creaming around his cock. 

"That's a good girl." he moaned, following right after as he came deep inside, coating your insides with white pearly cum and groaning loudly in your neck. Your body kept twitching as his seed leaked down your sore cunt, but the fire in you still wasn’t perished. You could go for a few more rounds from the way this man lit you up.

“2 points for me..loser” he mocked, resting on top of you but still not pulling out. 

“Oh shut it..” you giggled, feeling embarrassed at the way you were always the first to break and give in to the temptation. 

“Wanna go for a few more rounds baby? Maybe you’ll get yourself some points..” he said with a low seductive voice which had you clench slightly around him again. You didn’t respond but he already got the answer.

“I’ll take that as a yes..” he grinned.

yeah he definitely quit his job, you think to yourself again, laying on your back while his cock is splitting you open.

"I missed you so much my love..."

familiar goosebumps hit your skin and his hands slide along the curves of your waist, the tip of his cock pushing against your cervix.

all you can do is take it, unfocused eyes watching your ex-husband thrusting inside your dripping pussy. nanami grunts, his body pressed against your own, his breath fanning over your neck, and you can't help but moan his name and wrap your legs around his hips, trying to meet his thrusts.

"'missed you too kento..." you try to speak, your hands reaching out to hold his face.

you missed everything about him, the warmth of his skin, his cologne scent, how messy his blond hair gets when you run your hands through it, and the way he knows every single one of your weak spots.

he never fucked you this hard in the past, of course he was rough sometimes, but you can tell something has changed, snapped.

not that you're complaining about it.

your back arches off the bed, making his pelvic bone touch your spasming clit.

"this time I'm not letting you go angel..."

his eyes get darker, thinking about the potential men and women who had you since your divorce, it makes him fuck you harder, deeper.

"mine..." he whispers, more to himself than for you to hear.

he takes your hands to pin them above your head and smiles when he hears you whine.

"you're gonna cum angel?" he asks, not slowing down his thrusts.

he knows you by heart, and he smiles when you nod, his mouth starting to suck on the soft skin of your neck, marking you.

"that's okay, I'm gonna cum too..." he says, and you can feel his hot breath hitting your skin.

he keeps rubbing your sweet spot, completely lost in the feeling. god he missed that feeling, you're the only one who can make him lose his mind like that, he can't believe he let you go when you're this perfect.

"you're still not on birth control?"

and he smiles again when he sees you shake your head. so perfect.

"gonna put a baby in you yeah? gonna make you a mom... will you let me angel?"

you mindlessly nod your head, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist, your whole body is trembling and you feel his cock twitches inside of you.

"please... breed me..." you sweetly asks, and he can't deny you.

your vision gets blurry, your eyes roll back and you violently cum around his cock as he does the same in you, still thrusting to push his cum deeper. you both stays silent for a few seconds, nanami's head buried in your neck, inhaling your familiar scent, closing his eyes of content when he feels your hands rubbing his back.

"I love you, I've never stopped loving you, even after six years..." he whispers, his voice sounding almost vulnerable as he kisses your shoulder.

you ruffle his hair, and you whine a little as you can feel his cock still pushing against your cervix.

"I'm here now, I won't leave."

he hums, his arms wrapping around your waist and you can feel yourself slowly drifting off to sleep.

this time you both won't let go of each other.

you let out a high-pitched whine “nanami… ” you sobbed, hands gripping his hair. he fucked you with his fingers, curling upward to brush against your sweet spot. his tongue and lips working perfectly on your little clit.  tears flowed down your face and on the pillow, you bit the inside of your cheek to lower the volume of your moans. “don't hide your moans sweetheart, i wanna hear you,” he commanded and you obeyed, letting go of all restrictions. the way you clenched around his fingers, sucking him in with need, made him eager to feel that around his cock when he’d get to finally shove it in you. he growled at the thought, sucking hard around your clit. “s’too much,” your head rolled around the pillow, the bed smells just like him, suffocating you nicely. he placed your legs on his shoulders, his grip was tight, unable to escape and resist him. his tongue pressed flat and hard up on your clit. “love this perfect lil’ pussy,” he grunted, kissing your clit before dragging his tongue slowly, up and down sloppily. “nanami, i think i’m—mmph,” he kept his steady pace, the tip of his tongue hitting your sweet spot. you were cumming, whimpering loudly. your plump thighs locked around his neck, which he enjoyed, his rough hands gripping your ass and pulling you deeper into his mouth. he didn’t stop, he could eat you out for hours.

he has always been addicted to the way your perfect clit felt on his tongue. “nanami, s-stop,” you pleaded, he planted one last kiss on your clit before rising back up. “you were misbehaving earlier,” he gripped your waist, easily turning you around, your face now against the pillow. “what if someone else saw, hmm?” you shrieked when you felt his huge hand slap your ass. he rubbed your ass to ease the burning sensation. “you belong to me.” he slapped your ass once again, repeating the action he did just now. spanking then rubbing. “your body is for my eyes only. Do you understand?” he asked, his voice sending tingles to your pulsating clit. “yes.” he circled your clit with the head of his cock and you shuddered. “i'm gonna stretch you out now. Tell me if it hurts, okay?” he kissed your nape, and he slowly pushed his fat tip inside, immediately feeling filled. your mouth fell open as he continued to push inside. the stretch was familiar but you felt something was slightly different. “wait..are you wearing a rubber?” nanami was responsible and always made sure that he wore protection. “I was thinking if maybe we could do it bareback today,” he says and your eyes lit up, you’ve always wanted to do it raw, but you respected his wishes. you felt fuller than you ever have before he was even fully inside you. he was nudging against all your favorite spots, his fat tip kissing your cervix. “your lil’ pussy is taking me in so good.” he sighed, he slowly thrusts into you, and he watched carefully as your hole stretched every time he plunge inside you. “faster.” you begged, “did you forget how to address me?” he sucked in a sharp breath. “d-daddy. please?” you sob “more. beg daddy to fuck your pussy a little faster.” he was gradually picking up the pace “please daddy. fuck me faster.” he was now fucking you in a fast pace, grabbing a fistful of your hair to pull your head back, kissing your needy lips.

you were a moaning mess now, feeling yourself dripping down to your thighs. you felt so sensitive and stretched, “ohhh yeah,” he groaned softly “d’you hear that baby?” he asked, your pussy squelching loudly, queefing slightly from how fast he was fucking your drenched cunt. “o-oh.” you let out as his finger rubbed your pulsing clit. you were about to cum and he knew since your moans got louder. as you were about to indulge in your orgasm, he pulled out, your hole now clenching around nothing. "W-why’d you stop?” you turned your head to him, eyes filled with tears. “only good girls get to cum from getting fucked.” he proceeded to rub your clit so achingly slow that you groan “p-please daddy? I won't do it again i promise, so let me cum all over your cock, please. hmm?” you pleaded, pushing your hips towards his cock. “you promise?” he asked as he tapped the head of his cock on your glistening and wet slit. “uh-huh.” he jutted his hips in and you gasp, his tip hitting your cervix from the sudden movement. you were a drool-filled mess because of the way he started to fuck you, roughly grabbing both of your hands and pinning them behind you. he used his knee to push the back of your knee, causing you to lose balance and press your chest against the sheets. he forced your head down, panting. he loved the way your little cunt took him in, squeezing around him so good just like he knew you would. you could feel every vein in you, his fat cock straining inside you. his hands slid down to grip your plushy thighs, widening them further open to go deeper inside you. you struggled for air, teary eyes rolling back at the way he began to fuck into you. “m’sorry baby, your tiny pussy’s too good, shit,” he moaned groggily. you didn’t care, you were greedy and grateful to take whatever he gave you. “s-shit..so good…so fuckin’ full,” he muttered curse words mixed with praises.

"can you feel it?” he rubbed your stomach, poking the bulge he keeps on making every time he pounded you. you only nod, eyes rolled back, and unable to form any words. “you do,” he chuckled breathlessly, “no one will be able to fuck you the way i do.” he grunted “your cunt is mine. this perfect, tight fuckin’ cunt is all for me.” he pulled your hair back, dragging his lips all over your neck. your womb definitely took the shape of his enormous cock already, your soaked hole was made for him, and him only. You felt electricity spread in your veins all the way to your brain. his fingers found your aching clit, rubbing and flicking it. “d-daddy..” you called out, “m’gonna cum. can i cum, please?” you pleaded, sniffling and weeping. He only stared at you with amusement, “please let me cum, please.” your begging only turned him on, growing even bigger inside of you. “go ahead, sweetheart.” your body jerked under him, he didn’t care if you were still cumming, he slammed his hand against the headboard above your head, shoving himself deeper inside you, your legs shaking uncontrollably. “good fuckin’ girl.” he fucked you through your orgasm, “keep squeezing me like that and i’ll pump your tiny pretty pussy full of my cum.” you replied by squeezing him even tighter, “alright,” he chuckled  “gonna cum baby. gonna pump that pussy full of my cum” he felt his abdomen tightening. “y-yes please, i want your cum spewing inside me,” you whined, biting down hard on the pillow. he leaned close to your back, biting down on your shoulder. his cum suddenly exploded inside of you, filling your pussy up with cream. 

Maybe it was the way the sound of his voice gave you butterflies on your stomach, the uniqueness and attractiveness of the way he looked and dressed up, the smug smirk on his face and the teasing tone in his voice, the way he was the quietest among them all but the silence he held weighted a lot. A man of mysteries, a man with eyes that held many stories and pain behind them which you were dying to figure out. Maybe you were attracted to the unknown, but you knew it wasn’t just simple curiosity. Without him knowing, he had become your comfort person, staying with him in silence as you smoked on the balcony was what made you truly happy. Many unspoken words and overwhelming thoughts would suddenly disappear when you two stayed in the presence of each other. And without him knowing, he’d become the reason you were slowly going crazy. How did you even end up like this? You hated yourself for feeling this way, because you were more than sure that if the moment came to sacrifice someone, you’d sacrifice yourself for him. Die for him. You’d be more than ready to do so. 

You loved his little praises whenever you did good on missions. 

“Good girl”, “You did a great job” , “Well done”, “That’s it”.

Fuck, you were deep in this. The way you’d constantly ask him if there’s anything he needed, the way you’d follow him like a puppy on missions, ready to obey and follow his orders. He was the leader of the Vanguard Squad after all, the second in command after Shigaraki. And with a good reason too. Dabi was a strategic man, too clever for his own good, carefully going for the next step and make sure to outsmart the enemies. That was attractive to you. Everything this man did was attractive and it drove you crazier with each day.

He wasn’t a man of many words, but you remember one night how passionately he spoke about carrying Stain’s will and burning down hero society. He seemed so determined to reach his goals and not let any distractions get on his way.

Distractions..

That was the only reason why you hated yourself for falling for him, Dabi wasn’t someone who’d willingly get in relationships, right? Love, emotions, feelings, those would definitely distract him from his goals. It was an unspoken rule amongst villains, to never fall in love. Love would ruin everything, ruin missions that were so hard be executed, a distraction from what’s important. And you were an idiot, the way you’d be constantly daydreaming of Dabi and drooling over him when you should be training instead and be useful for the League. 

You tried to not be delusional, but you had noticed too how Dabi would talk more when you were around. He’d also call you during the night for a smoke outside the balcony, it had become almost a routine. It was the first time you’d listened Dabi talk about anything else other than heroes and society. This time he talked about songs, he even showed some of his favorite bands/artists to you, and you found yourselves having another thing in common. Music connected people, and this definitely bonded you even more with the villain. You’d sit there with him in silence, listening to his playlist, it felt more personal. The lyrics of these songs made you wonder what does he usually feel, what did he go through, but you chose to not ask further questions. You and him had become close, you could say friends.

But what you felt for him was more than friends. And that was eating you alive.

The fear of ruining what you had with him was weighing on you too. What if he got disgusted with you and ghosted you? What if he got angry? What if you’ll scare him away? You could even hear him calling you “pathetic” the moment you confess to him. You were scared. You had made up your mind to never confess to him.

But the desire to hold him in your arms, to hug him tight, to kiss his pretty face and those charred lips, it was burning you from the inside. You wanted him to be yours, as you were already his. Call it even selfish, but you wanted this man all to yourself, to love and cherish him until the day you die. The endless tears you’ve shed for him at the late hours of night spoke millions of words and feelings that you were too afraid to share with anyone. It was agonizing, your heart was bleeding and he didn’t know. 

You had to tell him. At least make it known to him that you’d be there for him, devoted to him until the day you gave your last breath. You’d let him use you in any way he wanted, only for him. And this won’t hurt him to know, right? You could help him achieve his goals.

It was one of the many usual nights out in the balcony, Dabi was next to you, puffing out smoke and holding the cigarette between his lithe fingers. A bottle of whiskey sat in the small table near you. It was your suggestion to bring it, Dabi was confused because you’d rarely drink but he let you be. 

“Not gonna drink that doll?” he said suddenly, the use of that nickname for you was so common but it gave you shivers everytime. 

“Oh yeah, almost forgot..” you laughed softly, almost too nervous. Dabi had noticed how lost you were on your thoughts lately, and he wished he could get inside that mind of yours and figure out what was keeping you on edge. It looked like you had something to say, but you’d remain silent, and this made him more frustrated. He watched you take a sip, wincing a bit at the taste of it as he chuckled.

“Careful, you ain’t used to that..”

“I know. But I’ll be fine” you say confidently, hoping that the drink’s effect will help you open your heart to him. Minutes passed, and you already felt your body lighter, your head a bit dizzy but suddenly it felt like you could talk to him now. The nervousness was still there, but faint. 

Come on, do it. Tell him

“Hey, you better say what you have in mind” Dabi exclaimed, making you squeal in your place. You didn’t know the way your mouth was moving, ready to speak but barely letting a word out, and that frustrated Dabi even more. What were you so afraid of? He thought that you two had gotten close to the point you’d both talk on various of topics, and he hated the way you were acting so scared and strange  towards him lately. It made him think he was doing something wrong, he tried to push those thoughts away and he hated how much you were in his mind. Never in his life had he cared so much for someone else, until pretty you came in his life, and he hated it.

“Okay okay..I’ll tell you..” you murmured, biting your lip as you turned at him, fully facing him now. Dabi’s face remained stoic, and you gulped nervously. 

Time to spill it out.

“Maybe you’ll think that I’m pathetic from what I’m about to say right now, maybe I am who knows, but fuck it..” you smiled, your face heating up as Dabi leaned closer and paid attention to each word you were saying. “I like you Dabi, a lot. And I care about you.. I think.. you’re one of the best people I’ve ever met..”

Dabi remained motionless but then a soft smile appeared on his face, he couldn’t lie when his heart felt a sudden warmth at your words. “Hm.. gettin’ all soft and sweet now doll? Not pathetic at all.. I gotta say I like ya’ too. We do go along well, better than with anyone else in my life..I could even consider ya’ as a good friend after all-”

A singular tear that rolled down your cheek made Dabi stop talking, his words caught in his throat. The only time he saw you cry is when you spilled up a bit from your past, and he hated that moment, he hated seeing you cry. Why were you crying again? Did he do something wrong?

“Dabi.. it’s not just that.. it’s more than that” you sniffed, trying to prevent more tears. “It’s not just.. friends. I truly like you.. it hurts. It’s just-”

Say the word.

It was stuck in your throat, prickling your skin and making you bleed, but you let it out. You felt pathetic, embarrassed, but at this point you let it all out. You couldn’t hold this any longer in your chest, you needed him. 

“Dabi.. I love you..”

Those words hit him harder than anything else ever did in his life.

“..so much..”

His brain fogged and his mouth got dry while those three words that nobody ever said to him in his life rang through his ears. It was shocking, it felt so unbelievable, how could anybody love him? How could you? You were perfect, an angel on this earth loving a monster like him? 

“Liar.”

“W-What? Dabi.. it’s not a lie..I swea-”

“What even makes you think I’m someone who you could love on, princess?” His voice came out harsher than he intended, but he couldn’t hold it back. The last time he devoted himself to someone, it costed him his life, costed him his body. Never again. Never again would he devote himself to someone, love someone to the point he burns. “What makes you think I can even feel love?!”

Your eyes widened, his words stabbed you like a sharp knife through your chest. You kinda knew the outcome, and yet you were never prepared. The hopes of having a relationship with him were turned to dust and that hurt you a lot. But you were desperate to know one last single thing.

“Do you.. feel anything for me at least? More than a friend? Just tell me..I won’t open this topic ever again I swear..”

Dabi stared at your teary eyes, the answer rolling on his tongue, threatening to slip out. The answer was yes, and it was eating him from the inside. Now that you made your feelings clear to him, he felt his feelings being cleared up too. He knew he felt too much for you no matter how much he tried to gaslight himself into thinking he didn’t. But Dabi never planned to stay alive for too long, and he’d rather get burned all over again than promise you a relationship which will get ruined by death, hurting you for eternity. He’d never consider himself a relationship kinda guy, he knew he’d hurt you. So, rather than give you hope, he simply denied his feelings towards you.

“No. Nothing at all” Dabi said coldly, face remained emotionless, a real actor that nobody could read him through his masks. “I’m focused on what’s important, on our mission, on my goals. I can’t let any distractions ruin this”

Only if you focused closely on those pools of turquoise, you’d notice the real feelings hidden behind his eyes, and the lies he was spilling. But sadly, you didn’t. His words had your vision blurry, it felt like you were choking on your own emotions, it was too much.

“Y-yeah. You’re right.. I’m sorry for making this awkward.. maybe it was the drink” you shrugged, trying to control yourself from sobbing pathetically right in front of him. “I must go rest.. it’s been a long day” 

“Hey..”

Before you left he grabbed your arm, and you hoped he would say that he didn’t mean it, that he was lying, that he also loved you back and wanted to be with you.

“Better not see you again like this. Erase whatever bullshit you’re feeling. This is villains life sweetheart, there are no feelings whatsoever between us. Get. That. Through. Your. Brain” he whispered through his teeth, eyes flaring and making you squirm in his hold. You simply nodded, not letting out a single word knowing you’d burst. This was the only amount of comfort you’d get from him, and you better not fuck things up  more than you had already. As you left, he sat back down, lighting a cigarette with his finger and sighing in frustration. Your tears and the way you shaked in front of him didn’t leave his mind, just like you he’d also fallen down into a rabbit hole which was so hard to come out of. Dabi was afraid of those feelings, it was something entirely new and he had to admit he felt scared. He was born a failure, what made you even think that he’d be a stable person in a healthy relationship with you? Dabi figured out that it will be for the best if he kept distance from you, until you eventually forgot about him and focused back on your goals. He felt guilty, after all you were a great asset to the League and a great person too, someone like you must not suffer from him. But if only he knew the love letters you’d written for him at the late hours of night, letters that you kept hidden, he’d understand that you could never forget him. He’d realize what you felt was pure love, something that never vanishes, something that will be on you forever. 

Weeks had passed and you noticed Dabi had been more absent lately. He was sent on missions by Shigaraki, and even when the leader didn’t need his service, Dabi still volunteered to do most of the work, which resulted into him being outside most of the time. You’d hoped he’d come back when the night falls, and then go smoke with him outside the balcony, but he never did. Dabi never came until the sunrise, you’d deprive yourself of sleep hoping he would come knock at your door or sent you a text message. None of that. You blamed yourself for it, if only you had kept your mouth shut he wouldn’t be distancing himself from you like this. 

“Hey Dabi..” you took the courage one of these days to talk to him as he was sitting on the bar, a drink on his hand. He turned around at the sound of your voice, soulless azure eyes staring back at you and making you shiver in their presence. He looked exhausted, clearly must’ve been back from a mission.

“What?” he murmured, almost sounding uninterested to talk to you right now and your chest hurt.

“Um, I’ll be out to smoke, I thought you might wanna join me as we-”

“Nah it’s fine. I’m tired, m’going to sleep” he interrupted you, forcing himself to stand up and heading for his room, his shoulder brushing past yours.

“Oh-okay..goodnight then” you whispered, biting the inside of your cheek and preventing the tears from forming in your eyes again.

At the same time, you felt angry. Why did he deny your feelings like this? Why is he behaving like this, even after you apologized that night? You never asked for a relationship and agreed to remain friends, just as you were, so why? You felt yourself going crazy, scrolling mindlessly on your phone and consuming whatever you could from social media to distract yourself from feelings, to find something to fill his absence, but no avail. Nothing and nobody could fill Dabi’s presence, he was everything to you. Your moods depended on him, if he gave you the right amount of attention you were happy, if he ignored you then you were sad. When you’d see him shine in his glory, surrounded by blue flames while beating enemies and wreaking havoc on the battlefield, you couldn’t help the admiration, the inspiration and determination that bloomed on your chest to fight for your goals and  for the cause of the League of Villains. And now that Dabi was gone? Everything in you was shattered, you were lost and couldn’t find yourself.

But you still tried, being on Shigaraki’s bad side wasn’t something you’d want to happen. Your current mission was to tame the giant beast Gigantomachia and force it into Shigaraki’s submission. As exhausting as this mission was, barely getting decent sleep, it still helped you take your mind off things and release all that pent up frustration on the giant monster. Dabi was nowhere to be seen, earlier he claimed to have found a potential recruit for the League, and that’s where he’d focus on. Even as he made himself present on the League discussions, he’d barely look at you, and it broke your heart over and over.

Though you never noticed the way he’d look at you when you weren’t paying attention, or when your back was facing him. Dabi looked at you the way a person looks to something or someone they’re dying to have on their grasp, to make them theirs forever, but knowing too well they’ll never be worthy of it and never handle it with care. 

———-

“They have Giran!” Twice exclaimed, sudden panic and worry filled all of you as the man who had recruited you and everyone else, was kidnapped and tortured in Deika city. Without a single hesitation Shigaraki decided to focus on saving Giran and end the man called Re-Destro, for simply having the audacity of threatening the League. 

It took a few good hours to make it to the destination, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Dabi joined as well.

“How did I agree to go along with such a stupid plan?” he scratched his neck. You noticed he was nervous, whenever he felt awkward, uncomfortable or nervous he would scratch his neck, something you’d learned by spending countless nights with him. It was clear he didn’t want to do this. But it was too late, everyone was aware of the League’s arrival and the attack began in less than one second.

The city was empty, but suddenly filled with what seemed many citizens devoted to Re-Destro’s cause, ready to attack mercilessly. All of you were scattered, trying your best to fight whoever came in your way. The city would light up in blue, a clear sign that Dabi had already begun grilling the enemies without mercy. You noticed a guy with a hood on was after him, apparently having an ice quirk.

Pathetic. How could ice ever put up with Dabi’s scorching flames? 

But you noticed, this icy guy’s tactics seemed more to be continuously attacking Dabi, not even full blown attacks, as if this was some child’s game, purposely to send Dabi into exhaustion. Dabi being the best at long rage attacks, would let the flames burst and burn everything on sight. 

“My quirk takes a toll on my body. If I use it too much, it harms me. A lot. I’m weak” he sighed,  that’s what he told you one night.

“No Dabi, don’t say that. You’re not weak, you just need the proper training for it! Your flames are the strongest I’ve ever seen” you said back, truly wanting him to change the opinion he had about himself. To you, he was one of the strongest people you’d ever seen, and you hated when he put himself down like that. 

As those words rang through your mind like warning bells, your eyes widened after noticing the way Dabi was panting and steaming smoke from his body. He looked exhausted, no matter how much he tried to stand up on his feet and seem that everything is alright. The icy bastard had drained his energy slowly with those attacks, and he seemed to have more in store than Dabi did in this moment. He was dodging every attack and melting all the ice coming his way, but his flames got weaker. You had to do something to help, you know what Dabi hated most was being seen as weak and being helped, but this didn’t matter right now.

Being surrounded by all the smoke, Dabi didn’t notice the giant ice spike flying towards him, the sharp point aiming right for his chest. But you did, you noticed it, and without thinking twice your legs moved,  sprinting towards him.

“Dabi!!!” you screamed.

“Huh?!” He turned around, looking at your running figure. “ Y/N what the hell are you-”

“WATCH OUT!”

It was a split second. Dabi turned around noticing the ice spike coming towards him with an unimaginable speed. Then in less than a second he found himself on the ground, head slammed hard against it as he struggled to stand up. What the hell just happened? As he raised his head up, the soul almost left his body at the pool of blood near him.

It was you. You pushed him away with all the force you had, which resulted into the ice spike piercing right through your stomach. Now you were on the ground, bleeding all over as you struggled to breathe.

“N-No, no…Y/N why the fuck! Hey!” he ran to you, his face gone pale as for the first time in his life he felt fear and panic. His hands were shaking. Just like that time in Sekoto when he thought he would die. But this time he wasn’t scared of his death, this time was much worse. He was scared of yours, the way you were bleeding too much to the point you could lose your life at any time.

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck!” he cussed through his teeth, melting the ice spike and trying to do something to stop the bleeding. “Y/N stay with me- fuck stay with me”

“D-Dabi..”

“You’re an idiot- fuck, hhah you really are, aren’t you?” his voice was shaking, as he tried to neutralize the wound and wrap it up with a piece of clothing. Your vision was getting blurry and his voice felt far away.

“Hey, don’t you close your eyes on me goddamn it- Y/N!” he called you desperately, holding your face on his hands and rubbing your cheek. “Fuck why would you do this?! Why would you fucking do this?! You crazy idiot- fuck, I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry” 

Right under the scars of his eyes, tears of blood were slowly rolling down his cheek as he called for you to keep your eyes open. You tried your best, you did, but due to the loss of blood it was hard.

“Don’t you leave me- fuck, not now, please…” he begged, his chest felt too tight, he felt like going out there and burning the world for trying to take someone so precious from him. He felt the guilt eating him alive from ignoring you and your feelings and now you were almost giving your last breath on his hands. 

“Someone fucking come here! Compress! Toga! Shit, Y/N stay with me, you’re my strong girl yeah? You’ll be with me when we destroy this world yeah? Fuck!” 

His strong girl. A weak smile appeared on your face at this comment. Butterflies still managed to appear on your stomach despite from being injured badly. You weren’t sure if you could resist any longer without proper treatment, you whispered incoherently to him but he simply put his finger on your lips, shushing you to not force yourself into speaking and waste energy.

With both of his hands, he grabbed your face as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Y/N.. don’t you leave me alone, stay with me” he whispered. “Shit.. I love you, there. I’ve loved you the day I first laid my eyes on you, pretty girl. I should’ve said this sooner, fuck I’m so sorry Y/N..”

A singular tear rolled down your cheek, his confession suddenly gave your body enough energy and time to resist a bit longer until help came on your way. 

“D-Dabi.. the..letters..” you choked out, your teary eyes looking up at him. If you didn’t survive, he had to know that for once in his life he had been genuinely loved and admired, he needed to know exactly what you felt for him. He must read those letters.

“Huh, what letters?” he whispered softly, feeling a little relieved as Toga and the others were sprinting towards the both of you. Dabi was too focused on you to notice the destruction Shigaraki was causing further into the city centre.

“Here, let me treat her! I have enough blood!” Toga squealed, getting ready to treat you, luckily knowing the blood type you had. 

“She’ll survive, she is stronger than she looks” Compress said, trying to calm Dabi down as he was visibly shaking and distressed. If Toga managed to really save you, he’d promise to treat her with everything she wanted until he died. Hell, even kidnap that Uraraka girl just for her too. 

By now you had already dozed off, eyes finally shutting and all you could hear were the distant voices in the dark.

———

The day had finally ended, with Shigaraki’s victory against Re-Destro and his army. With Re-Destro finally recognizing Tomura as their supreme leader, their king, now the League of Villains had more benefits than they’ve ever had since the group was created. The first thing Tomura ordered was to get all you guys food and proper treatment for the injured, and get all of you nice and comfortable rooms to spend the rest of your days. As requested, Re-Destro gave access to his mansion on the mountains, getting all of you the best treatment and luxuries. 

You on the other hand, were still unconscious, but your life was saved. Toga had to admit that she thought you’d never make it from the major blood loss, but for some reason you survived and she didn’t understand how this was possible. Little did she know that Dabi’s confession gave your mind and body enough hope and energy, filled you with happiness and love to the point not even death could take it away from you anymore. That’s how strong your feelings for the villain were, you were ready to die for him, but also live for him too. 

It didn’t take long for you to open your eyes as you sat there on your bed, and you noticed a pair of raven fluffy hair next to you, which you recognized immediately. Dabi had been sitting by your bed the whole time, waiting for you to wake up, and now he had fallen asleep. You noticed his hand was holding yours, which made your heart feel warm and full. Gently you squeezed his hand enough to let him know that you were awake, and in a few seconds Dabi raised his head, sleepy azure eyes looking at yours.

“Y/N..” he whispered, not holding back the smile on his face as he saw you had finally woken up from your slumber. To him it felt like forever, like you’d been asleep for a long time and god, did he miss you. 

“Wow.. I’m still alive, unfortunately..” you joked as he chuckled, softly kissing your hand and making you blush. 

“Don’t say that..” he mumbled, his lips brushing on your knuckles. “You scared the living shit out of me, stupid girl..don’t do that again, y’hear me?”

“If I didn’t do that you’d probably end up dead..” 

“And so be it” he sighed. “I’m not worth dying for, believe me.. if you had died cause of me, I’d never forgive myself y’know, fuck..”

You noticed he was getting overwhelmed again, you risking your life took a toll on him.

“Hey.. I’ll die for you a million times if I have to..” you replied as his eyes widened. “Did you really mean that? What you said back there..”

Dabi got closer to you, brushing your cheek gently. “Yes, every single word..” he whispered. “I’ve fucked up, I should’ve told you that earlier.. but I was afraid y’know? I’m not cut for that kind of stuff, I can’t be decent for you. I’m a mess, Y/N”

“A hot mess..” you corrected him as he laughed softly. “I don’t think I’d have fallen for you if you weren’t a mess, Dabi. After all, I’m not any better either, I’m fucked up in the head. You’re more than decent for me”

“You’re fucking perfect, you’ve always been” he mumbled, squeezing your flushed cheeks gently. It felt like a great weight was lifted off his chest the moment he confessed back to you, he still thought that he didn’t deserve you, but he decided to not talk any further of that and just admire you instead.

“Hmm.. you said something about letters back there?” Dabi asked, as you looked at him confused. Then it hit you, your face turned red as you looked away from him.

“Nothing”  you said. 

“Look at me..” he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Do not hide things from me pretty girl..what are those letters?”

“Ugh Dabi it’s cringe, I’m not showing you any of those letters..” you squealed, embarrassment washing all over you. “It was just.. when I’m usually overwhelmed I write things down on paper.. and those letters were.. well, for you” 

Dabi remained speechless as you looked everywhere but him, swallowing nervously the moment his shit eating grin appeared on his face.

“Oh shut the fuck up..” you scoffed, hitting him gently on the chest as he chuckled.

“Damn, since when does a bastard like me get love letters? You’re so fucking cute..I’ll never be worthy of you doll..”  he smiled, giving you a peck on the lips without thinking twice. “I’ll burn the world for you, y’know..” 

You sat there shocked with your mouth open, not having time to give a proper reaction as Toga and Twice suddenly entered your room.

“Treatment time- Y/N you’re awake!!” Toga jumped happily.

“You are reckless! We were worried about you! Wait, why is your face red, open the windows she is suffocating!” Twice exclaimed.  Everything was happening so fast and all you could see was Dabi’s amused reaction at the dumbfounded look on your face.

“Later doll..” he winked, grabbing the pack of cigarettes as he headed out of the room. 

Smug bastard.