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Right now, my obsessions are about FNAF, My hero Academia, Mob Psycho 100, Jujutsu Kaisen, Demon Slayer, Erased, Fullmetal Alchemist, Bungou Stray Dogs and Genshin Impact. Feel free to tag me if you post something about them ! <3
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I bought a cake with a picture of Touya on it, hopefully it will turn out good 😖 I wanted to get me a little (big, for 10p lmao) something for my 21th birthday!! Figured I could do something special for once
Ive never done these before so im not entirely sure if this is what it ment:'|
But if this is how- a Dabi x Reader one where the reader tends to touch/pat him on the head alot? I saw a post before about someone saying bwcausw he has hair thats one of the few spots hes got all his nerves at? Or a smau with a reader who spoils him alot and mailed or sent him a bunch of probably expensive stuff just because they wanted to with how he'd react maybe?
I cant decide which so its up to you to pick which one if i did do this right;v;
This level of comfort fluff definitely calls for a lilies and peonies bouquet and a lavender latte!! Coming right up!
warnings - mild language, mentions of severe burns, etc
your glances caught him off guard. Every time, your eyes held such fondness that he hadn’t seen since he was a child. He didn’t understand it. How could you look at him this way? He leaned into it, more and more, till every moment with you made him…smile a little.
before he knew it, he’d been swept into something deeper than a few sweet glances across the room.
the two of you sat on the rooftop together, looking out at the expanse of lights in the city, listening to the traffic and chatter below. Your hand was in his, tracing the burnt skin, your eyes drifting over the staples that tugged at his brittle flesh. You looked over at him. His eyes were fixed somewhere distant, his mind somewhere distant too, though you never could guess.
regardless, it should’ve been obvious to you that there wasn’t much left of him to feel, not beyond the frustrations that kept him going every day. Sometimes you wondered if that meant he didn’t love you, but you always pushed those thoughts aside. You had him beside you now, after all. That’s all that matters. Right?
brush
he shivered immediately, eyes widening slightly. Your fingers traced through his blackened hair, from his scalp to his nape in gentle circles. He blinked, shivering again as he finally looked at you. “What’re ya doin?” He asked gruffly, almost tempted to swat your hand away. It almost felt unnerving how sensitive the touch was, how unexpectedly soft such an invasion felt. It almost disturbed him how much you made him feel. “Touching your hair” you said simply, and you didn’t stop your gentle movements once. It’s almost like his shock goaded you on.
and then you saw it- the gentle rose flush painting his cheeks as he glanced away, scoffing as he kicked one foot roughly over the side of the building, failing to disguise his subtle lean into your touch. “You’re so weird.”
it's during those quiet, rainy nights where you learn how soothing his voice can be. after the first few months of knowing him, you had learned that he doesn't usually talk much, and when he does, it's usually snappy quips or dry remarks that don't come from the heart, and the gravelly sound of his voice that carries throughout the room isn't usually described as... comforting by others.
but to you? his voice is the fire in the most frigid cold, reassuring and familiar in all the ways that feel like home. you could listen to him talk for hours.
"—and there's all sorts of superficial convictions heroes have, and i'm not sure what pisses me off more, their stupid costumes or their empty promises. that kinda stuff isn't worth being put on a pedestal, you know?" he murmurs, palm traveling up and down the length of your spine idly as you let out a sleepy hum
"you better not be ignoring me by falling asleep." he snaps suddenly, and your lashes flutter open with a breathy giggle as you quickly move your head in a lethargic nod to acknowledge his prior words
"no, no—i'm listening. and i get what you mean, i like how you search for the realest parts of everyone. and the people that are full of the strongest of convictions. just like yourself." you coo, and dabi lets out a huff before drumming his fingers against your waist in silent thought
"you're right. and you should always chose the people you trust carefully." he replies monotonously, staring up at the ceiling with unblinking eyes. you sneak a peek at his side profile, lips twitching as you observe the serious look that's overcome his face. you like when dabi gets like this—comfortable enough to share his thoughts, his opinions—comfortable enough to let you peer inside all the chaos that is his mind.
"is that how you and i are together? did you see how real i was, how true i was to myself and most definitely to you?" you grin, poking his cheek playfully, and dabi's head tilts down to meet your gaze before a slanted smirk tugs the corner of his scarred lips upward
"nah, you just wiggled your way through the cracks. like a cute lil' sewer rat."
he barks out a laugh when you smack his chest before shaking his head — "no, no. 'course i chose you myself. i wouldn't let just anyone sleep in my pathetic excuse of a bed like this." he comments dryly, waving a hand around and gesturing to the darkened room you two occupied. you laugh brightly as you pull the thin blanket around the two of you tighter, hair spilling over your shoulders as you hover over his form
"it may be a twin mattress too small for even just one person, but that just means i get to be all the more closer to you, right?" you beam, and he rolls his eyes so far back and dramatically that you can't help but giggle at the sight
"don't get cheeky." he mumbles, pulling you back into his arms as you fall against his chest with a muffled oof! — then, dabi presses a hand to the back of your head and stuffs your face into his chest a moment later
"now shut up and go to sleep. any more giggles out of your mouth and we'll be up all night."
"are you sleepy, baby?"
dabi flushes immediately at the nickname, blue eyes widening a fraction before he scowls down at you and pinches your waist. you yelp, and he huffs before reaching forward and placing his mouth on your own, offering you enough gentle pecks to melt away your little frown
"goodnight." you murmur once satisfied, and the arms wound tight around your waist loosen with time as dabi fell into a deep slumber, body gone slack beneath your own, and the only sound you can hear is the gentle thump of his heartbeat against your ear and the distant ambiance of the rainstorm outside
The city outside was hushed, the kind of quiet that only came after midnight. Neon light bled faintly through the curtains, streaking the room in red and blue. You could hear the hum of the heater, the low rasp of Touya’s breathing beside you.
He wasn’t asleep yet- you could tell by the steady rhythm of his thumb tracing lazy circles against your arm. His skin was warm where it touched yours, always just a little hotter than normal, like he carried a piece of the fire still inside him.
“You still awake?” you murmured into the quiet.
He huffed a small laugh. “You’re talkin’, aren’t you?”
You smiled, eyes half-lidded. “Guess so.”
Touya lay stretched on his back, hair spilling across the pillow, one arm draped loosely around your shoulders. You were tucked against his side, your cheek pressed to the thin cotton of his shirt. His scent lingered faintly- smoke, soap, and the faint sweetness of the cheap coffee he always drank too late at night.
You tilted your head to look at him. His eyes were open, staring at the ceiling. The glow from the window traced the scars along his jaw, catching on the silver of his piercings. He looked softer like this, shadows blurring the sharp edges of him.
“What’re you thinking about?” you asked.
He shrugged. “Nothin’.”
“You’re lying.”
He smirked, just barely. “Maybe.”
You reached up, brushing your fingertips along the edge of his jaw. He didn’t flinch like he used to; he only turned his head slightly, catching your hand in his. The heat of his skin burned pleasantly against yours.
“Didn’t peg you for the clingy type,” he said after a beat, voice low.
“I’m not clingy.”
“Mm.” He tugged you closer, so your leg slid between his. “Could’ve fooled me.”
You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. “You like it.”
He didn’t deny it. Instead, his hand moved to the small of your back, palm splayed wide, holding you there like he was anchoring you in place.
For a long while, neither of you said anything. The city hummed outside; the air between you stayed warm and still. Touya’s fingers traced slow lines up and down your spine, his breathing deepening as the silence stretched.
Eventually, the quiet became more than just comfortable, but something peaceful that neither of you bothered to break. You shifted a little, curling more fully into him, your fingers bunching in the hem of his shirt. Touya’s arm tightened around you automatically, as though his body knew exactly where to hold you even before he thought about it.
His warmth was steady, grounding. You could feel the faint pulse at his throat beneath your fingertips, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.
“You run cold,” he murmured suddenly.
You blinked up at him. “Huh?”
He looked down at you, his expression unreadable but his tone soft. “Your hands. Always cold. Should start wearin’ gloves or somethin’.”
You smiled. “Or I could just keep using you as a heater.”
That got a small laugh out of him, quiet and real. “Guess that’s one way to do it.”
You lifted your head slightly, brushing your nose against his jaw. “Thanks for keeping me warm, then.”
He hummed, eyes closing. “Anytime.”
The word carried more weight than it should have, and in turn you pressed a kiss to his collarbone, light as breath. “You’re getting soft, Todoroki.”
He snorted. “Don’t push your luck.”
But his voice was gentle. His hands were too.
After a while, you felt his breathing slow, his hand at your back becoming still. You thought maybe he’d fallen asleep, until his voice came again- low, rough, barely above a whisper.
“Don’t know what you see in me.”
You opened your eyes. “What?”
He didn’t look at you. “You could’ve picked someone easier. Someone… normal.”
You propped yourself up on your elbow, studying his face. His expression was hard to read, the flickering light painting his features in soft gold and shadow.
“Maybe I didn’t want easy,” you said quietly. “Maybe I just wanted you.”
His eyes flicked to yours then, something unguarded flashing there before he looked away again. “…You’re too good for me.”
“Maybe. But you make me happy.”
That pulled a faint smile from him- small, crooked, disbelieving. He turned his head, meeting your gaze. “Yeah?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
He exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing. Then, almost hesitantly, he reached up to cup your cheek. His hand was warm- always warm- and a little rough, his thumb brushing just under your eye.
“Guess I can live with that,” he murmured.
You leaned into his touch, smiling. “Good.”
He kissed you then, soft and unhurried. It wasn’t one of his fiery, desperate kisses- it was something quieter, steadier. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, the faintest smirk tugging at his mouth as he spoke“You’re dangerous, you know that?”
You laughed, curling your fingers in his shirt. “You’re one to talk.”
“Yeah, well…” His voice trailed off, his arm wrapping around you again. “Guess we’re a good match.” He muttered as you settled against him once more, the world outside fading away.
The hum of the city, the faint whistle of the wind through the window- everything blurred into the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the steady beat of his heart under your ear.
Sleep pulled you both under, and you thought to yourself for a moment more about how curious it was that two souls tangled together in the dark could somehow manage to feel like the safest place in the world.
