hi👋 could i have something with dabi x reader when he's sick and his personality changes drastically. and all he wants is to be in bed, cuddle, make out, sleep and have reader play with his hair
✧･ﾟ: a/n : hi riri!! i appreciate the request, thank youuu<3 this is adorable and honestly so like him. i just wrote something short and soft. let me know if you'd like something longer next time! :<
✧ Title: ✧ Fevered Affection ✧
✧ Characters: Sick!Dabi x Reader (Gender Neutral)
✧ Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
✧ Rating: T
✧ Summary: Dabi isn’t one to show weakness, but a nasty fever leaves him vulnerable and in desperate need of comfort. You’re there to care for him, and as his defenses drop, he reveals a softer side that he rarely lets anyone see.
✧ Content/Tags: Sickness, Vulnerability, Light Teasing, Soft Dabi, Sick!Dabi
✧ WC: 805 words // 4.5k chars
Dabi wasn’t one to show weakness. Hell, he hated the idea of relying on anyone for anything. He had built up walls so high and thick that even a hurricane couldn't bring them down. But today, something much simpler than a storm had him practically bedridden—a nasty fever that turned the League’s usually sharp-tongued, brooding arsonist into a lethargic puddle of exhaustion.
You’d noticed it a few days ago. His usual snarky comments were less biting, his responses delayed. You chalked it up to a bad mood, but when you found him barely able to stand and refusing to get up from bed, you knew something was wrong.
“I’m fine,” he grumbled when you tried to help him sit up. His voice was raspy, and the usual fire in his eyes was dimmed. He wasn’t fine.
“No, you’re not,” you said softly, sitting beside him on the bed. “You’re burning up, Dabi.”
He didn't respond—just lay there, blinking slowly as if the world had slowed down with him. It was odd to see him so…vulnerable. But as his fever climbed higher, his usual gruff exterior melted away, leaving behind a Dabi you had never seen before—one that craved affection and comfort.
It started with the smallest of requests.
“Stay,” he mumbled, reaching for your hand with more desperation than you’d ever expect from him. “Just… don’t go anywhere.”
You stayed. And as the day wore on, it became clear he wasn’t interested in anything but being close to you. He barely moved, except to adjust himself so that his head rested in your lap, his face nuzzled into your stomach. His body, usually so stiff and guarded, had relaxed completely into your touch.
“Is this really Dabi?” you teased gently, running your fingers through his messy black hair. “The same guy who acts like he doesn’t need anyone?”
“Shut up,” he muttered, but there was no bite to it. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, leaning into your hand as you scratched at his scalp. “Feels good…”
The day slipped by in quiet moments—Dabi, wrapped in your arms, letting his fever-ridden body give in to its needs. He was clingy in a way that surprised you, his usual distance replaced by a hunger for comfort. He pulled you down into the bed with him at one point, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he curled his body around yours.
“You’re so warm,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. “Never knew you could feel this good…”
You smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “You’re never like this when you’re healthy.”
“Maybe I should get sick more often,” he muttered, his lips brushing your neck in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. He pulled back slightly, his fever-bright eyes locking with yours. “Wanna kiss you…”
You blinked, caught off guard by the softness in his voice. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
He nodded, his hand gently gripping the back of your neck as he pulled you in for a slow, lazy kiss. It wasn’t like the usual kisses with Dabi—this one was sweet, almost needy, like he was asking for something more than just the physical connection. Like he wanted to lose himself in you, just for a moment.
When you pulled away, he sighed contentedly, leaning back into the pillows. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you close again, his head resting on your chest this time.
“Don’t leave,” he mumbled, his breath warm against your skin. “Just wanna stay here… forever.”
You chuckled softly, running your fingers through his hair again. “I’m not going anywhere.”
And that’s how the rest of the night went—Dabi, sick and vulnerable, wrapped in your arms, content with nothing more than your touch and the quiet comfort of being together. His fever might have stolen his usual fire, but it brought out something softer in him, something you cherished in those quiet, stolen moments.
The next morning
By the time morning rolled around, Dabi’s fever had broken. You woke up to find him still in your arms, but this time his usual sharp gaze was back, though softened slightly by the remnants of last night’s vulnerability.
He stretched lazily, glancing up at you with a smirk. “So… how was playing nurse?”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. “You’re a terrible patient, you know.”
He chuckled, sitting up and running a hand through his now-messy hair. “Yeah, but you loved it.”
You shoved him playfully, but before you could say anything, Dabi’s hand caught yours, pulling you back down into his lap. His lips brushed against your temple, his voice low and almost… affectionate?
“Thanks for taking care of me, baby.”
Your heart swelled. Maybe being sick had its perks after all.
he’s always a little bit frazzled after it usually a bit emotional and wanting to be close to you. green locs tickling your chin, head pressed in the crook of your neck, cock sensitive, and body on fire. “mmm baby” he’s whining and you’re moving to press tender kisses on the skin that you can reach. rubbing his back and slowly bringing him back to a more stable state acting as his anchor knowing that he gets whisked away oh so easily.
“did so good for me zu, such a good boy” n he whines shuffling his lower half “love you so much” you tell him, running your fingers through his mop of curls. the words fall so easily from your lips and it’s too much for him, honestly. he’s looking up at you, a bit disheveled eyes glossed, n your marks decorating his skin. “what’s wrong baby, why’re you crying?” you ask, fingers moving to delicately brush away his tears. he’s shaking his head voice soft whispering a, “nothing, i-i just i love you too” n then he’s stuffing his face between the valley of your chest kissing at it ears flushed and muffling a ‘goodnight’ shortly before falling asleep.
Really quickly imagine being childhood friends with Kirishima, but you both couldn't pronounce each others names right so you called him Kiri or Kiripima and you had to move so to remember each other you got plushies that reminder you of the other, like he got you a red dragon and you got him a plushie that represented you, and years later you meet at UA but you don't realize it's him until they do the UA dorm contest and you see the plushie you gave him so long ago on his bed and you softly call him "Kiripima" and he whips his head towards you, tears in his eyes, and calls you by the childhood nickname he called you, and when you nod he just runs over and embraces you tightly.
*Bakugo is nicer to you than is normal and rather rude attitude with everyone else in fact as soon as you come around he is the softest most caring person this dose not change when he’s in public he’s more than happy to ruin his hardass reputation to show the soft loveable side of him he knows you love.
*He is very overprotective which you don’t mind on the flip he trust you alot with the Bakusquad he trust’s to protect you especially if you’re not a hero/hero in training if you are he still prefers you to be with them if he cant be around which is also something you don’t mind you get along with them well you are one of there best friends just like Katsuki .
*Cuddles are a BIG yes he loves them anywhere and everywhere but class or work he needs to focus in class or on his hero work if he wants to be #1 he likes being big spoon and you love hearing his heart beat because its soothing so its a win win but on really but on really bad days he will lay in your chest and relax as you play with his hair you love these days because you can play with his hair and help to sooth him for once after a long day of class/work.
(the work/class is for if he is still in school or graduated from UA)
So, I decided to label soft HC like these under “Memory Jewelry Box” because I feel like it would be these certain moments that would be the most precious thing in the world to anyone! I had fun typing these out to be honest~
word count: 1043
warning: none | kinda emotional but happy endings
- Forehead kisses were rare with him, but that made them that much more special. He has different ways to his affection daily like kissing his S/O’s hand, squeezing their shoulder once when passing by briefly, etc.
- The moment you’ll probably keep replaying in your memory forever is the day when you had a really rough day at work. I’m not talking about, oh you spilled your coffee on your blouse, or oh it was raining.
- I’m talking about your mentor went off on you because they had no other outlet. I’m talking about you turning in that proposal you worked so hard on only for your other mentor to take full credit.
- You trying to take initiative and pride only to be beaten down mercilessly.
- Bakugou will notice your atmosphere as soon as you arrive home. He would try to get something out of you. It was usually him ruffling your hair and asking what’s wrong. But, this time you just looked at him with tears brimming in your eyes and just asking softly, “Am I even worth anything?”
- You would’ve expected him to immediately explode and DEMAND to see the CEO of the company, take down whoever made you feel like this, made you ask that question. But, instead he pulls you into a hug. A reassuring tight hug while you have tears threatening to spill over.
- Then he gently pulls away and make you look at him. His eyes weren’t full of determination as it usually would be, but a tad soft and concerning. He takes his hands and place them on your face, his thumb softly tracing the trail of tears flowing down your face.
- He then gives you a kiss to your forehead. It wasn’t a usual quick one that he would give at times for reassurance. This one was different.
- It was gentle yet it gave you a sense of security and foundation. Like you were building yourself back up slowly.
- He would wipe away your tears and say gently but sternly, “You take care of me when I have moments like this and call me your king. I can’t have my queen’s crown slipping off her head. That kiss was to remind you to keep your head up. You’re going to get through this. And I will be right there with you. Every. Single. Step.”
- Safe to say, you ended up crying a little bit after hearing that. You knew Bakugou was a good boyfriend despite what other people may think but, hearing that comforted you and meant to you a lot more than you thought.
- After you got it off your chest, you were ready to fight back. You jumped up and yelled, “Time to give them hell! If they don’t want to credit me, I’ll pound it into their thick skulls!”
- Bakugou was smirking and ruffled your hair and gave a quick kiss to your cheek.
- “There’s my fighter. Now… remind me again who your CEO is?”
- Forehead kisses are just a way to remind you how much he adores you to actual death. He would always do this whenever and wherever. However, one time that he will always do it is when you guys are parting ways.
- Time for patrol? Forehead kiss. You leaving for work? Forehead kiss. Need motivation? Forehead kiss. Anything? Forehead kiss.
-He also has a set way of doing it. He would say your name so softly, like he’s feeling every little syllable of your name, smile to himself, kiss your forehead, and right before he pulls away you can always feel a smile forming on his lips against your forehead.
- He ALWAYS ends the interaction with some form of “I love you!” I mean always. It doesn’t matter if you fought the other night, or if he’s upset with you. He doesn’t want to ever regret his last words to you.
- The moment you’ll treasure forever is the day after a huge fight you had with Kirishima. It was awful. Lots of yelling, tears, all of it. As much as you wanted to storm out of the house, you both had an unspoken rule when you fight: you take the bed and he takes the couch and you give each other time to cool down, then talk about it the next night.
- You wake up, your eyes swollen from crying majority of the night.
- You heard his voice in front of the closed bedroom door. As much as you wanted to ignore it, your body moved on its own and opened the door.
- He was already dressed for his morning patrol, and even with his headgear you could also see his eyes lacking the usual shine he had.
- “Hey…” he said almost in a whisper, saying your name softly as he usually did. Even if there were still lingering feelings from last night, he pushed through and gave you your forehead kiss. You felt his lips still form a small smile against your forehead and you looked up at him to be greeted with a small, sad smile.
- “I love you.”
- Then, he left and you got ready for work and left a little after him.
- You found out about the news when you got to your office. You were greeted by a blurry footage of what seemed to be a rough battle with some villains. You couldn’t understand what was going on even with the huge screen filling up an image of Kirishima trying his hardest to fight them. The villain finally collapsed, and he slowly looked up to the camera that was filming him and you could’ve sworn to see that same sad smile you saw this morning.
- He collapsed. He was in the hospital. You were given that day and the following off to see him. You ran all the way to the hospital. By the time you reached his room, the doctor was double checking that he was okay.
- You wailed, “I thought I lost you for good!” while hugging him as tight as you could without hurting him.
- “Well, babe, I’m glad I told you I love you either way! You mean the world to me! Now, do you want to talk about what happened last night? We can be even stronger in our relationship!”
- He was so positive and still focused on your relationship with him even though he was in the goddamn hospital.
- You called him manly for that - earning you a laugh from him and another forehead kiss.
- “You’re not going to lose me that easily pebble! I promise! You’re the reason I was able to push through that attack today. I had to see you one more day.”
Not going to lie... these made me in my feels just slightly.
I know it may not be much but just seeing likes and 1 or 2 reblogs on my first post really meant a lot to me! I wasn’t even expecting anyone to read it let alone like it!
Thank you so much! I have an idea on the next pair? I’m not sure yet.
that last one with lov having a movie marathon and Dabi being a small bean is from my sister who doesn't own tumbrl profile, she didn't mean to send it so fast😭😭 she also wanted to add that in the end she wants dabi to drag reader to his room because he wants to sleep and he wants to continue cuddling
forgive my sister, she's an idiot🤦🏻♀️
✧･ﾟ: a/n : that's such an adorable idea, with Dabi being all confused about his feelings, you and ur sister cooked w that idea :D I hope you both enjoy this one. thanks for requesting!<3
✧ Title: ✧ Unspoken Affection ✧
✧ Character: Dabi x Fem!Reader
✧ Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy, Slight Angst
✧ Rating: T
✧ Summary: Dabi has never understood love, but when you’re around, something deep inside him stirs, and he can't figure it out-- Until you watch a movie together.
✧ Content/Tags: Fluff, League of Villains, Movie Marathon, Cuddling, Sleepy!Dabi, Shy!Dabi, Confused!Dabi
✧ WC: 725 words // 4.1k chars
Dabi had been restless for days. Not that it was unusual, but there was a new, strange energy bubbling inside him whenever you were around. He wasn’t sure what it was—couldn’t quite figure it out. Love wasn’t something he had ever bothered to understand, and yet here it was, sneaking up on him in the form of… you.
He wasn’t prepared for the way his heart sped up when you laughed at his sarcasm or how his eyes lingered a little too long whenever you were nearby. This wasn’t just admiration or companionship—it was something deeper, something more dangerous. It irritated him that he couldn't put his finger on it.
Toga, being her usual bubbly self, had dragged the League of Villains into what she called a “mandatory movie marathon.” The idea had sounded absurd at first, but with a little convincing (and a bit of whining), everyone caved in.
You sat comfortably on one of the worn couches, a blanket wrapped around you as the first movie flickered across the screen. Dabi, as usual, had plopped himself down beside you, acting as though it was just coincidence—though even he wasn’t fooling himself.
The room grew darker as the hours passed, and Dabi found himself feeling more tired than he’d expected. He didn’t sleep much, but something about the way you were curled up beside him, so close and relaxed, made him feel drowsy.
Before he knew it, his head had drifted onto your chest. The sound of your heartbeat filled his ears, steady and rhythmic, a sound that, for once, soothed him. He shifted slightly, not realizing that his arms had wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as his body instinctively sought out warmth and comfort.
You, surprisingly, didn’t push him away. You only shifted, draping the blanket over him as well, offering a soft smile. The others didn’t seem to notice, engrossed in the movie marathon, and you certainly weren’t complaining.
Dabi, completely unaware, let himself sink into the softness of you—your chest, your warmth, your scent. It was so comforting, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he felt… safe.
But then he stirred, waking up just enough to become aware of his surroundings. And suddenly, it hit him. His head was on your chest. His arms were around you.
His entire body stiffened.
“Shit…” he muttered under his breath, eyes wide as realization dawned on him. He quickly shot a glance at you, but instead of laughing or pulling away, you just smiled at him—soft, reassuring.
“You’re fine,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the movie.
Dabi felt his face heat up. Him? Blushing? No way. He quickly turned his head to the side, avoiding your gaze.
“Shut up,” he grumbled, trying to act tough, but the fact that he hadn’t moved from his spot betrayed him.
You chuckled softly, your hand gently stroking his hair. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”
Cute. Dabi? That word wasn’t supposed to fit him, but somehow, coming from you, it didn’t sound so bad. He muttered something incoherent, probably another grumpy retort, but he didn’t pull away.
Instead, he stayed there, listening to the sound of your heartbeat once more. After a few more minutes of silence, he spoke again, quieter this time, almost vulnerable.
“Come with me.”
You blinked. “What?”
He sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before taking your hand in his. “I wanna sleep,” he mumbled, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “In my room. With you.”
The request caught you off guard, but his grip on your hand was firm, his eyes practically pleading despite his usual tough exterior.
You smiled, standing up with him. “Alright.”
And just like that, he led you to his room, where the two of you curled up in the quiet, dim space. Dabi wrapped his arms around you again, this time fully aware of what he was doing. The tension in his body melted away as he rested his head against your shoulder, his face tucked into the crook of your neck.
No words were needed—he’d never been good at them anyway. But in that moment, with you in his arms, Dabi felt something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in a long time.
Peace.
And maybe, just maybe, something that felt a lot like love.
can i have Dabi from mha x fem!reader. just a lazy morning with him
✧･ﾟ: a/n : love this idea anon! this is something short and simple. i hope you enjoy! thanks for requesting<3
✧ Title: ✧ Mornings With You ✧
✧ Characters: Dabi x Fem!Reader
✧ Genre: Fluff, Romance
✧ Rating: T
✧ Summary: A rare lazy morning with Dabi, where the world outside doesn't exist, and it's just the two of you, wrapped up in each other.
✧ Content/Tags: Fluff, Domestic Comfort, Lazy Morning, Clingy Dabi, Soft Moments, Possessive Dabi, Soft!Dabi
✧ WC: 892 words // 4.9k chars
The soft glow of the early morning sun seeped through the curtains, casting a gentle warmth over the room. The world outside was waking up, but in here, time seemed to stretch endlessly, unhurried. You were nestled deep under the covers, wrapped up in the warmth of Dabi’s body beside you.
His arm was slung lazily across your waist, his face buried against your shoulder. You could feel the slow rise and fall of his chest, the steady rhythm of his breathing brushing softly against your skin. His messy black hair tickled your neck, but you didn’t mind. In fact, you barely moved, not wanting to disturb the peaceful bubble you were both cocooned in.
Dabi wasn’t awake yet, or maybe he was, just not fully. Every so often, you’d feel him shift slightly, adjusting the way his arm draped over you or nuzzling deeper into the warmth of your body. He was clearly clinging to the comfort of the bed and to you, his touch lazy but possessive, like he couldn’t stand to let you go.
You lazily glanced over at him, taking in the rare sight of him like this—completely relaxed, the usual hard edge to his features softened in sleep. His face, typically shadowed with exhaustion or the remnants of past battles, now looked serene. He looked… content. And that was a sight that made your heart melt.
The two of you had nowhere to be today, no plans, no responsibilities. Just a lazy morning stretched out ahead of you. It was a luxury, and you weren’t in any hurry to give it up. You shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, your body sinking deeper into the mattress.
Dabi let out a soft, sleepy groan as you moved, his arm tightening instinctively around your waist, pulling you closer. “Stay still,” he muttered, his voice thick with drowsiness. “Too early for that.”
You chuckled quietly, his possessiveness even in sleep making you smile. “I wasn’t going anywhere,” you whispered back, your voice soft and soothing as you settled against him again.
“Mmm, good,” he murmured, his grip on you loosening as he buried his face in your hair. His breath was warm against your skin, and you could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he slowly started to drift off again.
You closed your eyes, letting yourself relax into the comfort of his embrace. His body was warm, almost too warm, but it was exactly what you wanted—what you needed. The steady rhythm of his breathing, the quiet of the room, and the weight of his arm around you made everything else melt away. There was no rush, no urgency—just this moment of quiet peace.
Every so often, Dabi would shift, pulling you even closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your side, his touch light and absentminded. He wasn’t fully awake, but even in his half-conscious state, he couldn’t help but reach for you, needing that connection.
His hand slid further down your waist, his fingers brushing over your hip before settling back in place. His touch was warm and deliberate, though unhurried. He was barely moving, just enough to keep you close, his thumb idly stroking over the fabric of your shirt, grounding himself in the feeling of your body against his.
You felt a soft kiss pressed against the back of your neck, barely more than a brush of his lips. His way of acknowledging you, of saying he was still there, still wrapped up in you.
“You’re clingy in the mornings,” you teased gently, your voice a soft murmur as you turned slightly to glance back at him.
He grunted in response, too lazy to argue. “Only with you,” he muttered, his voice low and rough as he tucked his head against your shoulder again, clearly not ready to be fully awake just yet.
A small smile tugged at your lips as you relaxed back into him, your fingers reaching up to thread through his messy hair, brushing it away from his face. “Good,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Dabi hummed in approval, his grip on you tightening slightly as he nuzzled deeper into you, his body completely relaxed against yours. His hand found its way back to your hip, his touch growing a bit firmer as he slowly dragged his fingers up and down your side, his movements slow and drowsy. It wasn’t just the physical contact he craved—it was the reassurance that you were there, with him, that you weren’t going anywhere.
The two of you lay there in comfortable silence, the only sound the quiet rustle of the blankets and the faint noise of the city outside. His thumb traced slow, lazy circles on your skin, a touch that was as much for him as it was for you, grounding him in this moment, in the warmth and the quiet.
The minutes stretched on, but neither of you cared. There was no rush, no reason to leave the warmth of the bed or the lazy comfort of each other’s arms. This was one of those rare mornings where nothing else mattered, where the world outside could wait, and the only thing that existed was the two of you, wrapped up in each other.
OMG I JUST READ CHIBI DABI FIC AND IT WAS SO CUTE, IT MADE ME WANT TO REQUEST TOO😭 so how about Dabi x reader when after some mission they're both so so tired and they just lie in bed watching movie and Dabi falls asleep and reader decides to tie his hair in a tiny adorable ponytail on top of his head so it stays up😭😂 and he stirs awake and he's like wtf is that and he's annoyed but sees how happy it makes reader and he softens I NEED FLUFF WITH DABI LIKE FOREHEAD KISSES, CUDDLING, PLAYING WITH HIS HAIR, SLEEPING WITH HIM JUST SOMETHING CUTE😭❤️
✧･ﾟ: a/n : stop because this is so?? CUTE??? thank you for requesting anon<3 so glad you liked the chibi dabi hehhehe. Enjoy!
✧ Title: ✧ Cuddles and Ponytails ✧
✧ Characters: Dabi x Reader (Gender Neutral)
✧ Genre: Fluff
✧ Rating: T
✧ Summary: After a long, exhausting mission, you and Dabi return to your shared hideout. You both find comfort in each other, reminding yourselves that even in the chaos of your world, it’s the small moments that truly matter.
✧ Content/Tags: Fluff, Cuddling, Forehead Kisses, Playful, Domestic, Soft Dabi, Hair Tying, Soft!Dabi
✧ WC: 915 words // 5.1k chars
It was a late night at the hideout. After a particularly grueling mission, you and Dabi dragged yourselves back to your shared room, the weight of exhaustion clinging to both of you. The plan had been simple enough, but nothing ever went as smoothly as it was supposed to in this line of work.
Before settling down, you both made a quick trip to the shower, the hot water helping to wash away the grime and stress of the day. You felt more human as you rinsed off, the steam enveloping you like a comforting blanket. Dabi didn’t say much, but you could see the tension ease from his shoulders as he stepped out, water dripping from his hair. After drying off and throwing on some comfortable clothes, you collapsed onto the bed without much thought, still feeling the fatigue wash over you.
The room was quiet except for the sound of your breathing and the flicker of a movie playing on the flat-screen TV, though neither of you were really paying attention to it. Dabi had ended up lying on his back, arm flung over his eyes. You sat beside him, propped against the headboard, watching him through half-lidded eyes. The mission had been rough, and you could tell it had taken a toll on him, but now that he was here, in this quiet moment with you, he seemed a little more at peace.
As you looked down at him, an idea popped into your head. His dark hair was messy from the day’s events, strands falling into his face as he breathed slowly. You bit your lip, stifling a giggle, as the image of him with his hair in a tiny ponytail flashed in your mind.
You weren’t sure how he’d react, but the exhaustion had wiped away any hesitations. Reaching over to the bedside table, you grabbed a small hair tie and gently scooted closer to him. You were careful not to wake him as you slowly gathered the messy strands of his hair, tying them into the smallest ponytail you could manage on the top of his head.
It looked… adorable. The contrast between his usual brooding, tough exterior and the ridiculous ponytail made your heart warm. Unable to hold back, you let out a soft giggle.
Suddenly, Dabi stirred. His eyes slowly blinked open, and he groaned, voice low and gravelly from fatigue. “What the hell are you laughing at?” he mumbled, shifting slightly.
You bit back another laugh, pretending to be innocent. “Nothing,” you said, your voice betraying your amusement.
He squinted at you suspiciously before reaching up to rub his face. His fingers brushed the top of his head, and his eyes widened slightly in confusion. “What the…” He sat up slightly, tugging at the tiny ponytail.
“Are you serious?” he asked, glaring at you half-heartedly. His tone was annoyed, but it wasn’t harsh. You knew him well enough by now to realize he wasn’t truly mad, just a bit surprised.
You couldn’t help it anymore. You burst out laughing, clutching your stomach as you watched his face twist in mild annoyance, his hand still gripping the little ponytail. “It’s so cute!” you managed to say between giggles.
Dabi huffed, rolling his eyes. “Cute, huh?” he muttered, clearly not impressed, but as he looked at your face—your genuine happiness, the way your eyes sparkled as you looked at him—his expression softened.
He sighed and let his hand drop away from the ponytail. “Fine, if it makes you happy,” he grumbled, lying back down. “But don’t expect this to be a regular thing.” His words were sharp, but his tone was soft, almost affectionate.
You smiled, feeling a rush of warmth as you scooted closer to him, lying down beside him. He glanced at you, and you could see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “You’re ridiculous,” he murmured, but there was no malice in his words.
Without thinking, you reached up and brushed your fingers through the rest of his hair, smoothing it down gently. He tensed for a moment but soon relaxed, his eyes fluttering shut. It wasn’t often Dabi let himself be vulnerable like this, and you cherished every moment of it.
Before you knew it, he had shifted closer, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you against his chest. His body was warm, comforting in a way that was uniquely Dabi. You smiled into his shoulder, your fingers still playing with his hair as you lay there together in comfortable silence.
After a few moments, you felt his lips press gently against your forehead—a rare but cherished gesture. It was small, barely noticeable, but it spoke volumes coming from him. You closed your eyes, feeling content in his arms, listening to the sound of his steady breathing.
Dabi let out a soft sigh, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke, “You’re the only one I’d let do this, you know?”
You smiled, your heart swelling at his words. “I know,” you replied, snuggling closer to him.
As the night went on, the two of you drifted off to sleep, tangled together under the blankets, the tiny ponytail still perched on top of Dabi’s head. It was a small, silly moment, but it was one you would treasure—because even in the darkness of your world, there were moments like these. Moments where you could just be together, no masks, no missions—just you and him.
