Hiya. Just some Dabi and reader fluff.
I don't expect anyone to find this. Just...needed some mental silence lol.
I love the crispy bastard so much
You blink awake, limbs heavy with the weighted blanket of a restful, dreamless sleep. You're flopped on your sofa, lying on your back. An arm dangling over the edge yet unable to bend because your elbow is on the cushion, hair messily fanned around on the armrest, not having bothered to crawl to bed after finishing your book. A familiar head of white, fluffy disarray lies on your chest, his vivid blue eyes closed, soft, deep, heavy breaths fluttering against your baggy shirt. Even in his sleep, he shifts his hand slightly, periodically, from where it rests underneath you; between your lower back and the sofa, rubbing softly over the skin revealed. Thunder rumbles in the background, the low hanging lamp bathing the room in a dark, warm orangy gold.