WARNING: touya/dabi x reader, mild nsfw, childhood friends, may or may not be pain kink, possibly start of a series
Tongues mingling together in a hot wet rhythm as your fingers slightly pull his soft hair. A generic pop song plays faintly from the turned down radio, the screen displays a glowing 22:06.
He groans and pulls away to whisper, the implication not falling deaf on your ears: "I'll walk you to your apartment."
Your gaze shifts from the dark haired man's lips to his eyes.
The hunk sitting on the driver's seat is the blind date your colleague paired you up with, giggling to herself, fussing about what a great match you two would be. "He's my husband's cousin or something like that."
You'd looked at her as if she was insane, her grin stretching from ear to ear like a lunatic. You had agreed at last and here you were, in the date's car, parked in front of your beloved apartment complex.
He was pretty handsome - rolled up sleeves showcasing his muscular arms, beard landscaping his strong and angular chin, light gray eyes.
On top of it all his wallet was thick. The guy had taken you to a very high end restaurant, smugly glancing at your expression as you almost gaped at size of the place like a kid in a candy store.
But aside from being all that, he was still just a man. A type of man you had went on a date with hundreds of times, always ending with few drinks, a make out in the car and of course the I'll walk you to your apartment.
This time you actually consider it. He really isn't that bad and it has been a while since you've gotten properly laid. So you agree.
Suddenly in a very jolly mood, he gets out of the sports car. In front of your door within seconds, he opens it for you, stretching out his hand for you to take. You could really get used to this. Before taking it, you quickly check for any wedding rings on his fingers. Finding none, you smile sweetly and let your knuckles be kissed.
His veiny and strong hand snakes firmly around your waist as you walk into your familiar building together. You can hear him pressing the button and the car doors locking behind you with a softer click than the less expensive ones'. You already dream of kicking the heels off of your sore feet and laying down on the mattress with the gentleman.
In the elevator you press number 8 and watch as the metallic doors close with a ding, hiding you from the rest of the world for seconds.
He wastes no time, letting his wet kisses trail down your neck and sliding his hand under your dress, up your thigh. It's cliché really, but you still shiver as the delicious goosebumps cover your skin.
He presses you against the mirrored wall and continues his kisses down your collarbones, the slow calming elevator music from the speakers describing anything but the action taking place.
Your mind, naturally, wanders to Touya - the man who is usually the source of your shivers, your friend with a big question mark at the end. You stopped knowing what to call him the moment your eyes landed on that image of him after seven years.
On that faithful night the smell of rich seasoning filled your senses as you cooked dinner for yourself after a long day. You had come home from work exhausted, so you turned on the news and decided to treat yourself to a full stomach of your favorite food. You softly hummed a tune that had been stuck in your head while mixing the ingredients on the pan.
From the other room the male news anchor spoke something about the League of Villains, introducing the members by names and faces to the audience. Your interest was piqued so you turned off the stove and walked towards the living room.
Leaning against the doorframe you took your time to study the members of the infamous Vanguard Action Squad - a sandy-haired Himiko Toga, Twice-
Then the world stilled with you.
Your could've sworn your heart stopped the moment you saw him. There he was, among the most wanted criminals in the country, looking different, almost unrecognizable - jet black hair, staples connecting the light and purple skin all over his body, all grown up, but those eyes. Those deep blue eyes you've always loved, always dreamt about, they betrayed him and always have.
In middle school he would always mock as you complimented those deep sea pearls, sneering at you as if you had hit your head, but he always blushed. Always turned away and smiled to himself, thinking you didn't see him doing it.
The moment you recognized him you felt your knees weaken. It was him. It was him. It was him. It was Touya. Had to be. After all those years you finally trusted yourself to mentally be at the right place to know, to be sure.
As children you would fill every single minute he had off from training with playing or talking, from sunrise to dawn.
More often than not you got lost after the sun had set and tried to find your way home together. You would cling to him in fear of the dark and he would puff out his chest, show the way with his flame, marching through the woods with pride. Even when it did physically hurt him to do so.
The day you heard of his disappearance you wouldn't believe it. How can Touya go missing? You never got permanently lost in the woods when you were with him, so how did he? Couldn't his fire help him find his way out?
At nights you would secretly sneak out of your window to go searching for him. You'd call for him in the woods, playgrounds, near the school, secret spots only the two of you knew - nothing. You would grow desperate and tired, wiping your tears with sniffles into your pajama sleeves and climb back into the bittersweetly comforting bed.
After a while you were informed of his likely passing. You wouldn't go to school for weeks, endlessly crying into the pillow until your head ached. Your mother would walk in with gentle steps and place plates full of your favorite foods on the bedside table, only to collect the full plates after an hour or two.
He was your only best friend, your soulmate. Sure you had girlfriends from school, but they never came close.
It felt so surreal, like a really horrible nightmare that wouldn't end no matter how many times you'd wake. Every night you would pray to wake up the next morning beside him, either with him breathing or you in the grave alongside him. Your parents dragged you from psychologist to another, never getting help for your despair.
You blamed his dad for all of it. Early on in kindergarten you had looked at Touya funny as he talked about his father's training sessions with pride. Your father was never that strict, even when he pushed you to be the best as well.
Thinking about it, you still have a picture from his memorial - you, 13 years old, in a black dress next to the pro hero. People would whisper, calling you a grieving widow. He had placed his hand on your shoulder, in his way of comfort probably, but it was incredibly heavy and hot. The photo captures your utter disgust with a clenched jaw and hardened eyes.
The gloomy photograph is tucked away in your drawer somewhere, probably covered by a pile of meaningless documents so you would never stumble upon it by accident.
It took you too long to heal entirely. Reaching adulthood you would still stop in grocery stores and crowded streets after stumbling upon white haired men, calling out to them and always being met with a confused looks on unfamiliar faces. You felt like you were losing your mind from grief that had lasted far too long.
At last you got your shit together and tried to move on. You unlocked your heart for new friends to come and stay. To offer you the warm feeling of home you could never get from four walls alone.
Seeing him on the news ripped the fresh stitches right open, leaving you bleeding for the truth.
You became obsessed with proving your theory true. Starting with ignoring calls outside of work, searching info about Touya, Dabi, Endeavor, Shoto, Rei, all of them, but still no luck. Still no direct link between the sweetest short tempered boy and the raven haired villain. You felt like being one step away from the looney bin, losing all of the blooming progress.
So, naturally, you became obsessed with the villain alone. Watching news became your favorite past time activity, trying to catch a new angle of him that would resemble one of your friend's. Every. single. night in front of the TV, only couple of meters away from the screen, studying his quirk, attacks, expressions.
Until you did have the long awaited meet and greet, walking home from work in hammering rain. The day had been just perfect - you had forgotten to set an alarm, slept in, didn't pay attention to the weather forecast, got drenched. The electricity went out so you had to walk in complete darkness, the street light failing at their job that day. If the day would have gotten any worse you'd-
You could have sworn you saw a blue flame from the corner of your eye. You snapped your head towards the source of the light in an instant. It vanished as quick as it appeared and you started questioning whether you had imagined it. It was dark, but you still managed to make out some of the buildings.
The blue flash had come from the alley way.
In that moment you just stood there. This was him, it had to be. You had studied his flame so hard that you could have written a paper on it alone.
You took a step forward, he took one back.
Your breath hitched. It was almost pitch black, he might've been unpredictable and unstable. You wanted to call out to him, but didn't know which name to use.
You pictured the options in your mind:
If you used Dabi, he might've set you aflame right there;
Using Touya, assuming he was him, the possibility of instant death might've been smaller;
If he was not your friend, he might've thought you mistook him for someone else, therefore the chance of survival being bigger.
But the words got stuck in your throat. Instead, you tested the waters again, taking another step.
Your heart pounded so hard you might've fainted right there.
The adrenaline rushed through your veins and every bit of coldness had left your bones, not bothered by the rain anymore
Then you heard multiple steps, but backwards. He was walking away, probably sensing your fear and getting bored.
"Touya, wait!" your voice cracked from the intensity of your emotions.
The silence was loud, interrupted by the rain beating on pavement in rhythm with your heart.
The next second you felt your legs move on their own, approaching him swiftly. You stopped a few meters from his back, not daring to touch.
"Touya…?" your voice a desperate cry for him to listen to you.
The next moment the air was knocked out of your lungs as he pushed you against the stone wall. He had you pinned against the hard gray mass so fast you didn't even realize it. Hand on your neck, not holding back in squeezing it.
"Who the fuck are you?" he growls in pure fury.
You felt your eyes sting from the wet mascara getting in your eyes and your vision blurred from the tears. It was him. You were right all along. You didn't even care for the pain. You finally felt his burning touch again.
He brought his flame extremely close to your face to study your features. You could've kissed him for that. You took the chance to look at him. He was so beautiful, wet black hair almost covering his eyes.
You smiled at thought of him likely thinking you're a total masochist, enjoying the painful hand adorning your neck and the flames pulling you in like a moth. You chuckled as much as the pressure on your neck allowed you to.
His eyes shifted into narrow slots. "What is so funny, hm?"
"Touya-" His grip tightened in a warning,
"- after all those years…those eyes…"
His brows furrowed in confusion before it hit him. His eyes widened and he stumbled back as if he'd been physically struck, letting go of your neck.
You crouched down as you coughed from the delicious pressure he had applied. You felt psychotic wanting him to hurt you again just so he would touch you, so he would let you know he was real.
The elevator dings again and the metallic doors open. You're snapped out of your thoughts as your date removes his mouth from your neck.
The man smirks close to your ear, erected length pressed against your thigh: "Show the way."
You erase the villain from your thoughts and blink innocently at the man grabbing your ass. "But I thought you were just supposed to walk me to my apartment?"
He gives you a toothy grin and hurries you out of the metal box. "Don't be a tease, baby."
You stop at your door, the silver 26 setting it apart from the others. After impatiently scrambling for the keys from your purse, you press the right one in and unlock the door with a click.
You giggle as you barely manage to press down the handle before he's on you like an animal. You both stumble into your dark apartment and halt at the overwhelming smell of cigarettes.
He sneers after breathing in the toxic fog taking over your home: "You smoke?"
"Sometimes haha," you laugh it off. The gears turn in your head as you search for the best solution.
You pretend to gasp in horror. "Actually, I really enjoyed the date, but you can't stay!"
He looks irritated almost. "Why-"
"Because my mom is coming over and she's sick. I totally forgot!" You look at him with apologetic eyes and a pout.
"Sorry you really need to go I'll call you bye!" You push him out of the apartment before he can question you further and slam the door shut, harder than you mean to.
Forehead against the cold door you take a few deep breaths before locking it with a loud click. You hear him sigh in frustration and walk down the stairs to the lobby. You swallow and collect your thoughts. You didn't like him enough to be disappointed for longer than a minute.
After kicking off your heels you walk into the kitchen, letting your sore feet cool against the floor. You barely glance at Touya in the living room. "You couldn't at least open a window or something?"
You fill the kettle with tap water and turn it on with a sigh. It starts sizzling slowly, drowning out your thoughts.
The villain walks into the kitchen, cigarette between his fingers. His piercing eyes watch you like a predator. "If I didn't know you better I'd think your unhappy to see me."
The bastard knows you're always glad to see him, even when you roll your eyes and snap in frustration. After your crazy reunion a while ago nothing can convince him otherwise. He idly leans against the fridge.
You don't even know what to tell him. Instead, you open the wooden cabinet above your head and reach for the black mug.
After placing the coffee cup on the counter you open a drawer and take out a light green package. Pure Peppermint: refreshing and settling.
"You're gonna ignore me for cockblocking you?" he mocks.
You place the teabag into the mug, leaving the string out. "You didn't even try to hide." You instantly realize how stupid that sounds.
He clenches his jaw. "Hide? You wanted me to hide in the closet like a perverted teenager while listening to you getting fucked?"
You sigh again as you grab the handle of the kettle and pour the boiling hot water into the cup. "No, but what if he had seen you sitting comfortably on my couch? Both of us would've gotten busted."
Tongue pressed against his cheek he tilts his head slightly in irritation. "Stop acting like a fucking saint. If you really feared getting caught you wouldn't have brought me here in the first place."
Touya takes the last drag and stubs the cigarette out against the ashtray. He steps toward you and grabs your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. "It's not like you let me know you planned on having anyone over."
You can't believe him. "Are you serious? And how was I supposed to? You were gone for weeks. I have no way of contacting you whatsoever!"
You're ready to argue until his suddenly calm tone hits you. "But- Wait what?”
He lets go of your jaw and turns around.
Your eyes widen. He’s leaving? The emergency sirens start blasting in your mind and you take a few quick steps to reach him. Your fingers slightly craze his before he pulls them away.
“Will you stay the night?” Hope bleeds through your words.
He stops and closes his eyes in either annoyance or something else you can’t decipher.
”Do you want me to?” Stupid question he knows the answer to.
He opens his eyes and swallows before glancing at you. “I will, but there’s something I need to do first.”
You nod and suppress the urge to touch him.
You grieve the amount of physical contact in your friendship. As children he wouldn’t mind you holding his hand, arm, shoulders or kissing him on the cheek. Now he flinches away as if your touch stings him.
Completing your nighttime routine you slip under the blanket in your dearly missed bed. The cold cover hugs your body in a soothing embrace and the apartment is silent except for the clock ticking in the other room.
The desire to get any kind of confirmation of his return keeps you awake. Touya is perfectly capable of lying. You remind yourself the bittersweet truth - he wouldn’t lie just to keep you happy. He doesn’t care for your feelings enough.
You try to fight the sleep forcing your eyes shut but you fail. In a half-asleep state you finally hear the balcony door open and be shut. Slow familiar steps make their way into the living room and stop near the couch. You smile into the pillow and let yourself fall asleep to the sound of his belt hitting the floor.
The next morning you walk out of the bedroom to be met with an empty apartment once again. Something unfamiliar catches your eye and you step closer to the glass coffee table. On it there's a flip phone with a yellow sticky note on it.
Do not address me on this in any way. Ever.
Curious, you open it and look through the contacts. Only one saved number. The corners of your mouth turn up involuntarily as you close the phone and head to the kitchen to make breakfast.
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