White day had come, to say Dabi was ready really was an overstatement. He really wasn’t ready. He had a few things he had gotten his boyfriend, but they seemed pretty lackluster when looking at them. He did do his research though, getting a couple raspberry pies with the respective hookups for data hacking, some chocolate and a Nintendo 64 with a few games he had seen Tomura had before the first bust of their hideout. He did his best to wrap them as well and sighed at his handy work. It was sad to say the least, but he did try his best. Walking into his room Dabi spoke, “Hey. Its white day…I got you something.” He held up the big box with a chocolate box taped to it as well. “Figured i’d give you something since we missed last holiday and i….was worse for wear.”
Gift giving at Christmas had been one thing, New Years and their drunken fight another, but after valentines day he wasn’t entirely looking forward to attempting stupid little holiday things. He’d gotten caught up the last few, their ‘job’ had him stretched thinner and thinner, but this time he himself was using White Day as a way to make up for his own lack of ‘holiday spirit’ as well.
Dabi’s gift however... was unexpected. It was far more thoughtful than Tomura’s, and the second Dabi handed over the box, he was tucking it into his lap and tearing into it. Gifts were ever rare in his youth and even more so now, Kurogiri’s occasional splurging aside. What was inside the box happened to be pleasing to Tomura, though it didn’t show at first. Diligent fingers picked the gift apart, turning over pieces and turning away from Dabi to actually set the whole thing up to one of his spare monitors.
If one didn’t know him better, it could be assumed he had simply gone about ignoring Dabi even existed -- But no, it wasn’t that... He was testing it, making sure it was functional for the sake of Dabi’s hard work, and when it seemed to be so, he perked a bit more. Nice. So it worked and it was really a genuine gift from his boyfriend of -- What -- Three months now? Two months? Who fucking knew.
Turning back to Dabi, his eyes narrowed on him before he would stand up and dragged the zombie looking fool down to his height, just a touch. Tentatively, he pressed his lips to the others, before pushing more fully and leaning back. “Thanks... Those arrrre... Huh... Actually some of my favorite games.” He would coo slightly, glancing over his shoulder before a sudden tint of embarrassment would dust his cheeks pink.
Fuck.
Dabi’s gift.
His lackadaisical response was cut short as he stumbled away to toss things about digging and searching. He’d had something special made, it had taken a lot of thought, but he was glad that he kept everything that came out of his body, from bullets to blades. Mementos.
What it was, was a piece of bullet in a little trap box, the box could only be opened with the chain removed. Bringing it around Dabi’s neck, he tapped it. “It’s not a great gift, I uh -- Hhhhtried to think of something but... With how things’ve been, you keep givin’ me shit for when you’re gone so uh... This is the last bullet you dug outta me... The last big fight we had before things between us started to uh -- yanno.”
Clearing his throat, he stared down. “Either way, it’s stupid but. Happy white day. Thanks again. I’ll try to do somethin’ better next year or whatever, if you’re still around an we’re not fuckin’ dead...”
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