you had crash landed on a stakeout rooftop. maybe your cape got half tangled on your arm, maybe you nearly slip off the roof. maybe you hit yourself with the door. but you’re here! but dabi’s also already there, lighting a cigarette as he watches you. he’s like “wow hero. didn’t know your quirk was clumsiness.” and you’re like “uhm… didn’t know your quirk was chain-smoking, jerkoff.” hes delighted. you are fiesty, and cute. not his type, not yet at least.
you trade quips when you fight, you like to threaten to arrest him a lot too. he doesn’t really take you seriously. he’ll just laugh that off. “you gonna slap cuffs on me? kinda kinky hero.” and you’re like “i’d rather set myself on fire, thank you.” and he pipes back with, “want me to do that for you?” ecstatic.
everytime you manage to land a hit he just laughs at you(again) and tease you with, “ow. that’s the spot. do it again.” you’ll just ignore his stupid remarks and tell him that he needs therapy, and his grand ol response is: “so do you, clearly. we could go together, call it a date?” you puke in your head.
once you catch him off guard and actually hit him really hard. for a split second he just stares— then he gives you the slowest shit eating grin, wiping the blood off of him, “damn hero. buy a guy dinner before you do him like that.”
and if you run into him again he’ll taunt you again, “hey hero, got a souvenir from our last date. you wanna autograph it?” you vehemently decline, saying it wasn’t a date. and he just shrugs at you, “felt like one. you left a mark.” you sigh… he’s so dreamy
if I completely butchered his character forgive me. im just trying him out
a/n: another ua student!touya ft. hawks and mirko as his classmates!! + basing this "long eyelashes" debacle from the fact his eyelids are a little thicker than todoroki's + it's canon that he has long lower eyelashes since it's prominent when he was young lol
"i'm jealous"
you casually drop a bomb on touya, who was currently in the kitchen eating piping hot udon.
touya's eyes widens, ultimately choking on his food. like you just didn't witness him knocking on death's door, you casually slid to the seat next to him, watching him just choke there
"being jealous is one thing, but not helping your poor boyfriend who's choking? that's a little overkill don't you think?!" touya exclaims, after regaining his own composure
instead of answering, you shrug, staring at the now pouting boy beside you
"i'm not a mind reader you know?" touya points out, catching your gaze. it's making him a little uncomfortable being put on the spot like this. last time he checked, he didn't even look at another girls direction! so what could have made you jealous?
"..."
the way you were just staring at him in silence is making him uneasy. it's almost like you were making him admit to something he didn't even do
touya racks his brain for any close encounter he had with any female today during class. maybe he accidentally brushed hands with a classmate earlier today, maybe he bumped shoulders with a third year student back at lunch rush, maybe he made eye contact with another girl for a split second on accident when he was scanning the hallways for you
his mind ends up dating back at lunch where you two were having lunch with your two other friends being keigo and rumi
wait a second.. could it be rumi?
"is it rumi? but i thought you two were best friends so you were cool with us messing around with chicken little back there at the cafeteria? if it is rumi then i'll try not to interact with her that much if it makes you jealous, i'm sorry, doll. forgive me" touya rambles, suddenly getting on his knees and bowing down to (almost) kiss your feet
your eyebrows shot up at the mention of your best friend
"what are you rambling about? of course not! i'm not jealous over her, dummy" you finally break your silence. "i'm talking about your eyelashes"
touya's eyes widened once again. he slowly rises from your feet to shoot you a dirty look. did you really just make him kneel and kiss your feet over the thought of you being jealous over someone else when you were just jealous of his eyelashes all along?
"run that by me one more time?" touya puts his hands on his hips
you let out a fit of giggles watching his now irritated face.
"i'm jealous of your long eyelashes, touya" you grin, standing up to reach his face, cupping his cheeks as you run your thumb against his eyes
touya's eyes flutters shut, letting you touch his face this up close and personal. he won't admit it out loud but it tickles when your thumbs run through his long lower lashes
but the way his face scrunches says otherwise
"it tickles, doesn't it?" you giggle
"no? who said that?" touya denies, turning his head away to hide the impending blush that's rapidly spreading across his cheek
you can feel the cuteness aggression rushing in. you turn his head to force him to look at you. you squeeze his cheeks as you lean in until..
"if you're gonna suck faces could you guys at least do it in the privacy of your dorm rooms? ever heard of that?" keigo casually walks in with rumi on tow
"yuck" rumi gags, skipping past the two of you to get a carrot from the fridge
"i suggest you two get the fuck out of here unless you want roasted chicken and rabbit for dinner" touya growls, (softly) prying your hands off his face as he glares at his two best friends who were now running away while laughing
"so, doll.. where were we?" touya smiles softly, acting like he didn't just threaten his friends just a second ago
Imagine doing domestic stuff with your boyfriend Touya—him in his comfy clothes and white hair unkempt but still looked neat and fluffy, one hand lazily stuffed in his pocket, the other pushing the cart as you filled it from your long list of thing to buy. You were doing emergency grocery shopping since you both were running out of food because the guy just consumed 2 weeks worth of food in 3 days. You took care of the list while your boyfriend just followed your footsteps, pausing and watching as you grabbed cereals, snacks, and canned foods, him also adding a few of his wants. Also vegetables and fruits too.
Poor guy just turned away for one sec and poof, his girl was gone. Had to kept calm and reassured his beating heart that you're just in the chocolates section—but after checking out all possible places of your whereabouts, he found you in the one aisle he never thought you'd be.
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Touya trusts you. He's not the blantantly jealous type. Never asks who you're going out with but you still tell him anyway. Always tells you who he's hanging out with when he's the one leaving. Also doesn't mind or prohibit you from wearing anything sexy or too short. He even likes it when you show off your fits and he'd be so proud of having such a beautiful girl like you in his arms when you're out partying or dating. It's the guys that are the ones he doesn't trust.
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
You'd be fitting your clothes inside the fitting room, your boyfriend patiently waiting outside, mans spreading so wide anyone would wonder if there's smthn huge in between his legs—there is, from the way he is seated. He'd eventually roam around the store to look for more dresses that would look gorgeous on you—most of your fits are due to his fabulous fashion sense, btw.
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
Touya got so accustomed to the way you smell, he'd always notice it when you buy a new perfume, use a different fabcon in washing your clothes, or using a new lotion. So when you bought this shampoo and body wash that was popular and you really liked—guy went crazy about it. Always nuzzling your neck any chance he gets, teasingly smelling your armpits that would earn a shriek and reprimand from you, burying his face into your hair when you cuddle, or plants kisses on your skin cause you smell so fucking good. It's like those new product you're using contains pheromones or smthn. He's also gotten even more touchy and more clingy than usual.
When he visits or does sleep overs at your place, he uses your body wash and shampoo everytime, even a lil too much. In addition, he likes to make sure of things. Double, tripling checking stuff. Especially since he wanna make sure he sees the label on the product with his own two eyes. Wink wink
✎ cw: 18+(minors dni), oral (m receiving), exhibitionism (in a meeting), cum eating, dabi is a little mean & rough
✎ I haven't written in months so im trying to get back into writing again. Not proofread
What started as a joke between you and Dabi at 4 in the morning turned into a challenge of who can rile up the other more until it became a practical execution rather than back and forth play fighting.
The meeting is underway when he had ushered you beneath the table, uncaring of the curious eyes watching and internally criticizing whatever ploy you two had cooked up today. Dabi merely offers them a silent response, a smirk here and a flipped middle finger there, much to Shigaraki's vexation. No one bothers to even try to stop either of you by this point anyway.
He spares you a glance, slouching on the chair with his hands resting on his thigh and the other on the back of your head, lightly scratching your scalp. With hooded eyes he watches you fiddle with his belt, tugging off the buckle and unzipping his pants quite eagerly.
"We received intel from one of our men in..."
The voices of the other men in the room fade in the background, rendered static noise in comparison to the loud shuffling of his clothes being tugged and moved aside by manicured nails.
And finally, Dabi exhales as you tug down his boxers enough to free his cock from its confines. It nearly slapped your cheek had you not moved back in time.
The hand in your hair tightens, wordlessly tugging you closer to where he needs you and mouthing for you to hurry up. A soft giggle bubbles in your chest, teasing as you bat your lashes at him and he swears if you weren't in a meeting room right now, he would've had his way with you already. So he plays nice for now.
"We're not short on manpower. What we need is..."
You wrap your fingers around his cock, slowly stroking him while maintaining eye contact. Cerulean eyes meet yours in a silent challenge, a battle of wits and wagers, where pushing each other to their limits warrants the winner a satisfying reward. And Dabi would be damned if he lets you win this little bet.
You lick a path on the underside of his cock, swirling your tongue on the mushroom tip. You're rewarded with a muffled groan when you finally wrap your lips around him, taking him in inch by inch and working to slacken your jaw.
Dabi leans his head back, your warm mouth feeling too good to resist. A murmured fuck and a quick tug on your hair, he shoves you down against his pelvis, the tip of his cock meeting the back of your throat and making you gag.
Tears form in the corner of your eyes the longer Dabi holds you there, one hand supporting the back of your head and the other on your neck. He looks down at you and sucks in a breath at the sight.
You look so fucking hot like this.
Choking while being forced to deep throat his dick.
You tap on his thigh twice and he lets up, allowing you to pull away. A cough strains your throat, leaving it feeling sore and aching. The death glare you send his way doesn't even deter the man, in fact it only makes his cock twitch in his hold. The bastard enjoyed it, of course he did.
He grabs your face, fingers digging into your cheeks as he pulls you back in.
His voice is low, a hushed whisper amongst the arguing voices of the other men in the room. "You talked big game back there and you couldn't even handle that? I'm disappointed, doll."
Again, your glare does nothing, only succeeding on making him act more smug. He presses hard on your cheeks, making you wince, something he enjoys a little too much, evident in the way his smirk turns into a grin.
A thumb forces its way through your lips, pressing flat against your tongue. It's salty and tastes like ash. For a moment, you think he might grant you some mercy. But Dabi had never really been kind. Using this hold on you, he tugs your jaw open and before you can react, he replaces his thumb with his cock but this time he doesn't just shove it in. He lets it rest on your tongue, waiting to see what you'll do.
At least his gracious enough to grant you some control.
Starting with a slow pace, you bob your head up and down, hallowing your cheeks as you take in more of him with each trip down. You've given him head before but it never really feels like it gets easier after each time. It's a struggle to make him fit, a struggle you refuse to show him lest you want him to become even more smug and cocky.
A large hand trails up the nape of your neck, sliding into your hair, tugging lightly as he guides your movement.
He throws his head back against the head rest, the tips of his ears flushing bright red and fighting the urge to moan and groan at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth doing wonders on him. He couldn't care less of the obvious stares, much too focused on chasing the pleasure. He'll get scolded by Shigaraki later but fuck it, this is worth it.
You quicken your pace, swallowing around the tip, trying your best to deep throat him.
Dabi bucks his hips upward to meet your movements with what little freedom the chair allows him. He relishes the sound of you choking on his cock, sweat dripping down his temples as he chases his high.
Suddenly, he shoves your head down against him again, nose burying in his happy trail. Spurts of thick, hot cum slide down your throat and fills your mouth with the sheer amount he spills.
He breathes heavily, tugging you off him but covering your mouth with one hand before you can spit any of his precious cum.
❥ scenario: they snap at you for being clingy because they're idiots with zero emotional communication skills.
❥ requested.
❥ no warnings.
❥ a/n:
❥ this post includes: kat, shoto and p/h toya.
❥ katsuki.
bakugo had never been one to welcome attention, let alone public displays of affection, but with you, he found himself growing used to it. you'd always wrap your arms around him when he was with his friends, planting quick kisses on his cheek, smiling up at him as if he was the only person in the world. and though he grumbled about it, he never actually stopped you. part of him had grown attached to being treated like such.
one day, bakugo's patience was running thin. you were hanging out with kirishima and the others in the common room, nestled close to bakugo on the couch with your arm around his shoulders. his day hadn't gone exactly how he wanted and for some reason, your affection was beginning to grate harsh on his nerves, which could be seen in how he tensed and shifted.
"you okay, kat?" you murmured softly, rubbing his shoulder.
his jaw tightened, and without warning, he snapped, "would you stop being so damn clingy? just… back off a little, alright?"
the room fell into an awkward silence as your eyes widened, hurt flashing across your face. you withdrew your arm, giving him a small nod as you stood up. "sorry, i hadn't.. realized it was bother you," you mumbled, your voice thick. you couldn't deny the annoyance that came from him never saying anything beforehand.
the others exchanged glances, but you didn't wait for anyone to say anything. you just left. and bakugo, the anger in his chest fading into guilt, stayed behind, feeling the weight of what he'd just done. normally, he'd keep such comments to private settings - your relationship wasn't anyone else's business.
for the next few days, you avoided him entirely. whenever he walked into the room, you were quick to make an excuse to leave, barely sparing him a glance. at first, he told himself it was for the best - you both needed space. but as the days went by, he felt the emptiness of your absence more than he cared to admit. he missed the warmth of your touch, your gentle kisses, the way you made him feel like he was more than just… him.
finally, unable to handle it anymore, he tracked you down after training one evening. you were gathering your things, about to head to your dorm, when he stepped in front of you, blocking your path.
"hey," he started, voice rough, "we need to talk."
you raised a brow. "what's there to talk about? you wanted space, so i'm giving it to you."
bakugo's chest tightened at the tone of voice you used. he hesitated, then let out a heavy sigh. "i messed up, okay? i… i didn't mean it like that."
you crossed your arms, getting a little annoyed. "it sounded pretty clear to me."
he reached out, gently touching your shoulder. "look… i shouldn't have said that. i was just pissed about… stuff, and i took it out on you. i'm sorry."
you paused, searching his eyes for sincerity. " oh really?"
bakugo nodded, his voice softening. "yeah. i miss you… everything about you." he rubbed the back of his neck, struggling to find the right words. "i'm an idiot, but… i don't want you to stop. i just want you. all of you. and…. next time, i'll just.. pull you aside and talk to you."
a small smile broke through your expression, and you stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him. "you better mean that," you murmured.
bakugo hugged you back, pressing his face into your hair. "i do. i'm sorry." and in that moment, he knew he'd never let you go again.
you, on the other hand, while relieved, had to stop from teasing him.
❥ shoto.
with shoto, your relationship was a balance of warmth and tenderness. he'd taken time to grow used to your affection but he found it calming. when you'd reach for his hand or rest on his shoulders - he was content. most of the time.
it wasn't often that shoto's patience wore thin, but it wasn't impossible. you were at a gathering with friends, chatting in a close circle when you leaned in to kiss his cheek. already tense from a difficult day, he shifted away slightly, and when you didn't catch on, he muttered, "could you stop being so clingy? just… give me some space."
you weren't offended by him asking for space, of course not, you were more than fine respecting his wishes and giving him space. the word 'clingy' cut deep, on the other hand, causing your mood to falter a bit. "sure, shoto." your smile wasn't as bright but you nodded, moving away from him to join a few of the others on the other side of the group.
the realization hit him a second too late - he'd pushed you away. the days went on and he started to feel empty. he noticed you slipping out of rooms when he entered, excusing yourself whenever he tried to talk to you. he had wanted space but it was too much.
shoto didn't know how to bridge the gap he'd created. he wanted to apologize, to pull you close and tell you how much he missed you. but he wasn't sure how. one evening, as he spotted you at the training field, he found his chance.
"can we talk?" he asked quietly, stepping up to you.
you let the question linger for a moment before shrugging, turning back to your gear. "what's there to talk about, shoto? you made it clear how you feel."
shoto's throat tightened, gaze lowering. "no… i didn't. i was… i was just in a bad mood, and i took it out on you. i am sorry."
you finally looked up at him, your eyes filled with hurt. "do you even realize how shitty that was? i thought you wanted to break up."
shoto's heart clenched, and he shook his head, stepping closer. "i don't. i could never want that. i just…" he let out a sigh, his fingers brushing against yours. "i'm not used to people caring about me like that. but… i need you, and i don't want to lose you."
your expression softened, only slightly, and you allowed him to take your hand. "are you sure?"
shoto nodded, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "i'm sure. i'll do better… i promise." and as you leaned in, he finally understood how much he needed your love.
❥ toya.
being with toya was always an adventure, with his quick wit and casual confidence keeping you on your toes. despite his sarcastic nature, he was surprisingly warm and affectionate, and everyone knew it. he'd let you drape yourself across him, hold his hand, and even ruffle his hair in front of others. he enjoyed it, the public display and lack of shame to be with him. he never complained - until one day, everything was rubbing him the wrong way.
the agency was alive with a small gathering after a rough mission, everyone trying to wind down, chatting and laughing. you were lost in conversation when you leaned against toya, your head resting against his shoulder. his brow furrowed and he pulled away, muttering, "you're so clingy. could you just… back off for once?"
the words hit you like a slap, and your heart dropped. the few others you'd been speaking to fell silent, everyone casting awkward glances your way. you straightened, blinking back the hurt as you nodded. "fine. i'll… give you some space."
from that moment on, you started avoiding him. when he looked for you in the agency, you'd already left. if he texted you, you responded with short replies. at first, toya told himself he'd play along, deciding you'd end up breaking first and boy, was he wrong. he missed you -missed the warmth of your touch, the way you'd always cheer him up with a smile.
finally, he tracked you down one evening, catching you just as you were leaving the agency. he stepped in front of you, blocking your path. "we need to talk."
you shook your head, avoiding his gaze. "oh? do we? i wouldn't want to cling too much."
toya's jaw clenched, and he reached out, gently grabbing your arm. "you know that's not what i meant."
you looked at him, agitation clear on your features. "then what did you mean, toya? because i thought… maybe you were sick of me."
his face softened, and he let out a heavy sigh. "i'm an idiot, okay? i didn't mean any of that." hr groaned, getting a little annoyed with himself and his inability to find the right words. "i was just… mad at everything else. and i took it out on you. i miss you… everything about you."
you felt the anger and sadness in your chest slowly melt away. "are you sure? i didn't really enjoy being called clingy."
he gave you a small, lopsided smile, nodding. "yeah. i'm sorry. just… stay, alright? i don't want you to leave."
you nodded, stepping closer as he wrapped his arms around you. and in that embrace, you knew he meant it.
"alright, fine but.. next time, it might come down to a fight-"
coworker!touya who works with you at a shitty coffee shop that gets no traction whatsoever, its amazing how you still have a job. he suspects it must be some sort of money laundering front, but he’s never really cared enough to look into it.
with around less than ten employees total, the slow business allowed you to really get to know who you were working with. especially when shifts only consist of him and one other person.
coworker!touya who makes sure that one other person on the closing shifts with him is you. its not that hard; all he had to do was bother manager!shigaraki about it because he doesn't give a shit about this place either. he's pretty sure he's just working there because he's the son of the owner or something.
coworker!touya who finds one of only perks of working this part-time job (aside from seeing you) was the complete control over the music playing his entire shift. since the cafe is so dead most of the time, even more so working closing shifts, you find yourself talking to him a lot to fill up dead time. you both gossip about coworker drama, he tells you about the album currently playing on the speakers, you remedy him with little stories from your personal life. its comfortable.
coworker!touya who almost walks in the shop to start his shift one day, but stops himself when he looks through the glass window to find you behind the counter dancing with toga to a song you both have the lyrics memorized. he ruins the moment once he steps in and the bell above him dings, leaving you and toga snapped back into customer service mode (until you both realize it's just him). he bites back a smile thinking about how cute you looked jumping around behind the counter.
coworker!touya who doesn’t take the aux that day, letting you have control of the music (very generous of him. he knows). he pays extra attention to your constant humming and the way you let yourself dance to yourself when you think he’s not looking. he sneaks glances at certain songs you seem to like the most and add them to his work playlist as well. he likes seeing the extra buzz it gives you brighten up the already dull shop.
coworker!touya who decides the real perk of working this shitty cafe job was the fact that you have complete control of the music playing his entire shift.
You are both wearing your softest clothes, lying in your cool bed with a comforter over your bodies. You are rubbing your foot over their leg lazily. His breath is steady and slow.
You reach for the sides of his face and pull him to your lips, Making out leisurely. You pull away to look at him and see him sporting a rare soft smile. He is just the cutest.
You can’t help but give the corner of his lips a big kiss for just that. He’s surprised and now looks at you questioningly.
‘You’re smiling’ you say, poking at his cheek. He turns away from your face, towards the ceiling, going slightly pink.
‘And now you’re blushing’ you say as you kiss the apple of his cheek, making him go entirely red.
You happily bury your face between his neck and shoulder, content with your life and day before drifting off to sleep.
dabi x reader. cw: they smoke, timeline is before dabi revealed who he was, mentions of death, very suggestive.
notes: for @saeist my beloved <3 i hope i didn’t massacre your boy :’)
“i’m bored,” you whine, sauntering over to the living room where the villain you’re so generously housing (for now) is sat, playstation controller between his palms, thumbs on the buttons, body half-naked leaving nearly nothing to your imagination.
you notice that he’s wearing your ex’s sweats, probably something he fished out of a random closet. but you also notice that dabi makes it look much better.
call yourself screwed up or whatever, but even in this age of impending war between heroes and villains, is it so bad to find dabi so attractive?
“and i’m a villain, what do you want?” dabi states the obvious, barely paying you any mind, eyes glued on the screen, blues and reds bouncing off his face from the game he’s playing.
normally, you’re too cautious to get up in his space, choosing to steer clear of him whenever he’s around. you’re too timid to even bring up the fact that you don’t come from money and it’d be really nice if he could pay some rent! unfortunately today, you’re not. you’ve just had a hell of a bad day, getting disrespected and ridiculed at work, and you’re in the mood for a distraction.
anything, even if it means it has to be dabi.
besides, you’ve been cohabitating for so many months now, he probably won’t kill you, right?
you take a puff from your device, blowing into the space in front of him, obscuring his vision even if just a little. his eyes narrow, turquoise hues flicking up as he sneers at you—but they soften, turning amused when he gets the hint; you’re the kind to wear your heart on your sleeve, it’s easier than normal to guess what you want.
“getting a little stressed out is all it takes for you to come my way?” the wide smirk that graces his face almost takes you aback; it almost makes you feel like he’s any other normal human being and you’re both a normal pair of people flirting.
you lean into it, finding that you don’t want to let go of it. the small glimpses of humanity you see in him are few and far between, and while you know it’s probably you reaching, it’s still intriguing.
“what flavour?” he asks you, nodding towards that little thing in your right palm as you straddle him on the couch, controller tossed to the side and already forgotten, even when the game’s still running.
mirroring his smirk, you take another slow, long puff, pressing your forehead against his as you exhale, “wanna take a guess?”
dabi watches as you take another puff, eyes staring into his like you could be medusa. and you’re irritating, because there’s no way he can tell whatever’s rolling off of your tongue when you’re this close. you’re saying something, and you’re taking another puff, and everything’s muffled—all the noises are one, and all he can do is stare at your lips, half-lidded with his hands on your waist.
not a thought crosses his mind when his other hand pulls your neck close, his mouth pressing over your own, his eyes glinting with mischief as he inhales whatever’s left inside of you before pulling away and leaving you breathless.
“ew, what is that, peach pop or some shit?” he grimaces, internally chuckling when he sees you mildly horrified thinking he meant otherwise.
you roll your eyes, “excuse you, it’s grape yoghurt and i think it tastes great.” you’re ready to retract the idea of doing anything with dabi, moving to get off of him when his firm grip around your waist tightens, pulling you back.
“mmmm,” he hums, low and raspy and it’s like you can feel the distance closing in between the two of you. “i wanna know what you taste like without all that bubblegum coating though.”
is it possible for just simple words to heighten your emotions like this?
dabi doesn’t even let you get any words out before his palms slip under your shirt, so rough and so different but so welcome. he makes quick work of flipping you so that your back hits the couch, his body hovering over you.
when you’re forced to look at him like this, you can tell so much more than when you stare at him through the tv screen being hailed as an arsonist maniac. like how his eyes are so blue and how the black dye in his hair is falling off in some places. his body is more purple than normal, and you wonder just what he had been through to turn out like this.
his lips come up to yours, only for it to be stopped by your index finger coming in between. he tilts his head to the side, an amused grunt leaving his lips. “i don’t get a taste?”
“you will,” you assure him, but not before you get to be a little selfish. “once you tell me your name.”
“you know my name.”
“your real name.”
dabi sighs, rolling his eyes and getting off of you, relegating back to his original position and ignoring you.
annoyed, you take another puff and blow it at him, his jaw clenching in irritation.
“you waltz in here one day demanding either i leave or put you up, you refuse to tell me why or who you were but thank god for the news one day that reported on you and the other people in the league, i’ve never reported you or asked you anything until now and you still refuse to tell me?” you recount, giving a dramatic sigh as you sit up. you put on a pout knowing that he can still see you out of the corner of his eye. “give me something, dabi.”
feeling particularly bold today, your fingers trail a line down his arms. you can feel the heat radiating off of him and you can’t tell what it means, whether it’s just a bodily reaction to your words or if he’s about to blow this place to ashes.
but the next thing you know, he’s pushing you back down on the couch, his lips on yours and he’s kissing you this time, barely letting you catch your breath. are you crazy if you think this is him telling you not to go? your hands come up around his neck, careful with the way you touch his skin, and you’re considered breathless once again when you hear him breathe a name into your mouth.
“touya.”
he pulls away for a few seconds after that, and you let it sink in. he only says it once, probably because there’s some story attached to his real identity that he doesn’t like. and it’s enough for you.
“that enough for you?” he asks, though he doesn’t wait for an answer, hands pawing at your shirt before he removes it.
he’s not sure why he even told you his name. he’s not sure why he hasn’t burnt you to ashes like countless others. he’s not sure why you’re so addictive somehow—why this one interaction is enough to make him feel some sort of relief.
but he knows one thing: if it isn’t a sin, could he keep you?
