I was gonna ask for #3 angst for Dabi but then I scared myself thinking about how we was gon get hurt 🤧 so may I request #10 Fluffy for Dabi instead? AND CONGRATS ON 500 JUNE 🌟🌟🌟🌟😘✨✨✨✨✨✨🥳🥳🥳🥳
a/n: I love you birb, you’re the light of my life. There’s about to be a whole bunch of firsts during this event, and here’s my first Dabi attempt ever. I hope this is what you were hoping for.
"Don't be scared. I've got you." x dabi
You weren’t usually assigned to the nighttime watch shift. You quirk was much better suited to the daylight. But with certain members of the LOV out on special assignment, you’d been volunteered to patrol from the roof of a nearby tall building. You only agreed on one condition: “I’ll go if Dabi comes with me.”
“Ohhh, you mean your boyfriend,” Toga singsonged, teasing you in a way you didn’t appreciate.
“No,” you snapped back. “He’s NOT my boyfriend. But I’m not going up there alone, and he’s got a built in torch light.”
Dabi, appearing behind you, shrugged. “Seems fair to me.”
That’s how you ended up on a rooftop at midnight, the city lights below twinkling brighter than the stars above your head. As Dabi walked around the perimeter of the roof, WAY too close to the edge like he was on a tightrope, you made your rounds walking from corner to corner of the roof without ever getting too close to the edge.
“So,” Dabi drawled. “You seemed angry earlier. Tense.”
“Well, I don’t want to be up here any more than you do,” you mumbled, but it was quiet way up there in the sky, so he could still hear you.
“I don’t mind it, actually, but that’s not what I was talking about. You told Toga I’m not your boyfriend.”
You rubbed your temples. “That’s because you’re not. At least, not officially.”
“So sleeping together every night for a month doesn’t make us official? Princess, I’m hurt,” he joked, placing a hand on his chest.
You were glad that in the dark, he probably couldn’t see you blush. “That’s not what I meant. But we never put a label on us yet. And I don’t want anyone else getting into our business.”
Dabi ran a hand through his hair. “Fair enough. But the walls are thin, in that dump. They probably already know.”
You sighed and crossed your arms. You figured as much. “Well, screw what they think, then,” you admitted.
Dabi cocked his head at you and smirked, apparently pleased with your reaction. Then he looked down at the distance you still left between him and yourself and chuckled. “You’re scared of heights, aren’t you?”
You nodded. Being a villain didn’t mean you were fearless.
“Pretty rational of you, actually. But hey, you should come look. This filthy city actually looks kind of pretty from this angle at night.”
Slowly, you crept closer to the edge of the roof, but you refrained from stepping up on the stone ledge like Dabi did. He came back a few steps for you, and with your hand in his, you did what they always said not to do when you were afraid of heights: you looked down.
And it was beautiful.
Dabi wrapped his arms around your waist, tucking his chin over your shoulder so that you could feel his warm breath on your ear. “Don’t be scared. I got you.”
You relaxed a little at his words and set your hands on top of his over your waist. You didn’t have to be each other’s anything. You were each other’s everything.
