@kitsufu
Dabi couldn’t remember the last time he had a decent sleep without some asshole shaking him awake to remind him of their next class or some nightmare jolting him out of his rare peace of mind. Maybe it’s because of the smell of freshly cut grass he’s lying on or the soft brush of the wind surrounding him like a cozy blanket, but as soon as he wakes up, he feels refreshed for the first time in a long time.
That is until he realizes he isn’t alone. Sharing the shade of the tree towering above them is an animation classmate of his, holding a sketchpad and a pencil in hand as though he’s been sketching away since settling down next to the musician. Dabi doesn’t particularly like Kitagawa but he doesn’t dislike him either. He’s just... there. Probably the easiest person to rile up which is normally Dabi’s daily dose of laughter. The guy gets offended over the smallest of things but is also quick to get over it when realizing the taunt was only meant in a comical sense.
❝Oi, Kitagawa,❞ Dabi sighs through a yawn, finally sitting up and cracking his neck. ❝I know you have the hots for me but your stalkerish lifestyle needs to get taken down a notch.❞
