Now you know who gets really mad when you don’t tell them you love them back? Dabi. He gets so used to hearing it from you that it’s almost unthinkable when he finally starts to give and then one day does not receive.
He’ll stand in the doorway, his arms crossed and lip curled in petulance, watching, waiting for you to notice your crime… all the while thinking to himself, “I let myself love and this is how I’m treated?”
It’s only when you lift your head and notice him again that the delicate oh! of your voice is soothing enough to quell his petty hurt. Your eyes lift when you say, “I love you too, Touya,” and then fall when you beckon, “C’mere.”
He rolls his eyes, but dips to recieve the apology kiss, anyway.










