Moth!tomura who loves eating you out. He especially loves it when you twitch and shake while his mouth is on your sweet cunt. Waking up to that just makes workdays more bearable . . .𖹭
The first time you call Tomura a ‘good boy’…you’re completely drunk.
He’s keeping you ‘company’ in the bar, playing some stupid video game while you drink and chat with Twice. You’d asked him to do…something- get you another drink, a new glass, a napkin- something stupid and mundane like that. Tomura grumbled a bit, but paused his game and dragged himself up to do it anyways.
“Good boy…”
The way you giggle and slur it out doesn’t change the way Tomura freezes in his tracks. First, he’s shocked. Then confused. Then just slightly flustered. Then confused again, but by his own reaction this time.
You don’t notice, of course. You’ve already moved on, continuing whatever meaningless conversation you were having with Twice before. But for Tomura…it sticks with him. Even as he leaves the bar, goes upstairs to his room, changes into pajamas, and gets in bed.
It swims around in his head. The lazy smile on your face, the drawl of your voice, the way his heart stuttered just slightly, the light flush of his cheeks.
What was that…feeling?
Tomura lands on confusion.
And of course the only way to stop being confused about something is to understand it.
And understanding takes learning.
So, Tomura starts experimenting.
First, he tries small things.
Handing you the remote unasked when you’re looking for it. Getting you a water when he’s also getting one for himself. Reminding you where you left your phone when you lose it.
Doesn’t work. No big deal. He’ll just step it up.
Next, Tomura does just slightly bigger gestures. A bit more courteous, a bit more obvious.
Holding the door for you when your hands are full. Saving your favorite spot on the couch. Picking up your favorite brand of tea/coffee/soda or whatever from the store without being asked.
Still doesn’t work. That’s a bit annoying. He’s still chasing that praise, chasing that feeling.
So, Tomura does a bit more. This time, it’s way more obvious.
Going out of his way during missions to give you the job/position you want. Jumping in to defend or help you when you’re struggling. Praising you for your work out on the field- in his own gruff way, of course.
And it STILL doesn’t work. Tomura’s starting to wonder if you even remember saying it by this point. He feels ridiculous, seeking out those two little words from your lips like this, but he can’t stop.
He tries, and tries, and tries…
Only for you to be drunk again the second time you say it.
Again, you were goofing around with the rest of the League- Tomura himself kept it light to keep an eye on you. Of course, you were up having fun, switching seats, getting another drink.
It wasn’t long before all the drinks finally caught up with you…and you fell.
Now, normally, Tomura wouldn’t rush to someone’s aid. He would let you fall, drunk or sober. He’d probably even laugh, as long as you weren’t seriously hurt.
But for some reason, when he noticed you pitching forward, he was out of his seat in an instant. He can’t even explain it. It’s like through all the trial and error of trying to get praise from you, he accidentally trained himself to do things for you…to be there for you.
And so, with one finger carefully lifted from your body on each hand, Tomura catches you.
You land in his arms with an ‘oof!’, followed by a drunken giggle as you cling to him and try to drag yourself back upright. Tomura scowls but keeps his grip on you, helping you stand back up as if he isn’t enjoying every second of your closeness. And then, you finally say it.
“Good boy!”
You laugh again afterwards, as if it’s some joke. Tomura pauses for a moment, his heart stuttering and his cheeks tinging pink as the words sink in…but the moment passes quickly. Grunting lowly in response, he gentles his grip and helps you upright a but steadier, keeping his head hung down to his face in the curtain of his hair.
He watches you go once you’re back on your feet, moving along as if those two little words hadn’t rocked his world. But, Tomura silently digresses…it was absolutely worth it to hear from your lips again.
tomura with an artist s/o who just draws him fanart of his favorite characters from the games he plays because its their love language and they do it so often tomura just has a whole bulletin board full of their art and is super gatekeepy about it but also is super proud of showing your art whenever anyone asks 💭💭💭
Tags: fem!reader, college au, reader has the best intentions but is kinda dumb, shiggy is freaky and nasty (in a good way not a creepy way), raw sex, licking, biting, semi-public sex, mirror sex, lots of dirty talk, degradation, praise, implied cumming inside, got lazy at the end, not proofread ✌️
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“T-Tomura—”
“Quiet.”
Well, it’s hard not to be quiet when he commands you like that…even though you’ve never heard his voice lower like that before.
You’ve known Tomura since…well…last month?
Admittedly, when your friend introduced you to him, you mistook his silence for shyness. But, apparently to your advantage, that was not true at all.
“Tomura— F-fuck—!”
“I said…” He cuts you off, grinning sharply as he clamps a rough hand over your mouth and delivers a hard thrust to your sopping pussy. “Shut up.”
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“Tomura?”
You’d been surprised to see him here tonight— an end of the year party thrown by one of the frats on campus. It doesn’t seem like his type of thing, the drinks and lights and loud music and…people. When you saw him sitting alone on a couch in the corner, sipping on his drink and scrolling on his phone, you’d felt so bad you decided to come over.
“What’re you doing here?” You’d smiled so sweetly as you stood in front of him, putting your hands on your knees to get a bit closer to his level…as if talking to a child.
Tomura, on the other hand, stared at you flatly. If the drink hadn’t soothed his usual irritation, he would’ve rolled his eyes at the way you seem to think he’s some incapable, innocent little boy. You’re always trying to get him involved in conversations (as if he can’t speak for himself), inviting him to hangout with your friends (as if he doesn’t have his own friends to hangout with), gentling your voice when you talk to him (as if he can’t handle loud noises or something), slowing down your explanations (as if he’s stupid)…the list goes on and on.
The only thing stopping him from despising you for it is that he can tell you’re genuinely doing it out of some perceived weakness in him— you truly think you’re being nice, or something.
…That, and you’re fucking hot.
He’d just shrugged, adjusting his hips a bit from the casual way he’d been lounging on the couch. “Came with Touya and them.”
You’d blinked in surprise, cocking your head a bit as you glanced around the room like you’re a store employee trying to find a lost child’s family. “Really? They brought you here?”
That time, he did roll his eyes. Do you think he’s fucking five years old or something?
“Yes.” Tomura drawled lazily, pushing down his annoyance due to the sole fact that your top is slipping down and giving him a nice view of your tits. “I’ve been to a party before, y’know.”
You looked back at him, eyes wide with unabashed surprise and slight worry. “Really? I always thought a thing like this would be too intense for you…”
God, wait until you find out he’s been hungover half the times you’ve seen him.
Only able to scoff, Tomura knocked back the rest of his drink before leveling you with those intense eyes again. “…Tell me somethin’…”
You cocked your head the other direction, leaning in a little and listening intently as if you’re expecting him to ask for advice on parties or something.
“Do I look like a kid to you?” He’d asked, grinning at the bewildered look on your face.
“A…kid…?” You’d repeated, smiling a little like you’re trying to be polite about not understanding what he means.
“Yeah. A kid.” He confirmed, tossing his cup away carelessly while his eyes traced downwards towards your cleavage without any subtly. “Because you sure treat me like it…”
Watching his eyes, you’d only blushed lightly, silently assuming he’d only look because he’s never seen tits before. Finally, you’d stood upright, tearing away the view he’d been enjoying.
“I don’t treat you like a kid—.” You’d started, eyeing him with a genuine, gentle curiosity.
“Yeah, you do.” Tomura had cut in, shaking his head a bit. “You’re doing it right now. Looking at me and talking to me like I’m some fragile little scared animal or something…”
Truly at a loss, you just stared at him. You couldn’t think of a single instance where you apparently offended him. You’ve only ever been nice to him, right?
Tomura smirked at the confusion on your face, the way you don’t understand what he’s saying at all. You’re lucky you’re so pretty, seriously— otherwise he’d be much meaner about this.
“C’mere.” He drawled suddenly, waving you closer casually.
Hesitantly, you’d stepped a bit closer between his feet, looking down at him with kind eyes and a little concerned frown. It made his heart ache, even as he preened on the inside at how naive you are about him.
Acting quickly, Tomura had grabbed your wrist and yanked you down, his other arm locking around your waist while your legs instinctively parted over his thigh to catch yourself. Yelping in surprise, you’d scrambled to catch his shoulders to hold yourself up. Once you were steady, you reeled back to stare at him in bewilderment.
“T-Tomura—?”
“I dunno where you got the idea that I’m some ‘good boy’, or whatever…” Tomura snickered at the look on your face as he dragged you back in, his voice low and smooth in your ear. “But I’m not…”
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No, he is not, indeed.
You were so flustered and frazzled that you could only gape as he dragged your hips down and forced you to feel the growing bulge in his pants, his voice low and words filthy in your ear. Then, you were so turned on that you could only stumble after him as he dragged you to the nearest bathroom.
“I’ll show you how ‘good’ I am…” He’d grumbled as he spun you around and bent you over the sink counter.
Your reflection in the mirror was nothing but flustered- warm cheeks and wide eyes and an expression that somehow combined confusion with desire. Behind you, Tomura grinned lightly as he pushed up your short party skirt, not wasting time as he palmed your ass and kicked your feet apart.
“Heh…Been waiting so fucking long for this…” He groaned, rough fingers snapping the waistband of your panties enough to make you jolt a little.
Breathless already, you peeked over your shoulder to look at him. “Mm— You h-have?”
Still, you looked at him with those wide, caring eyes— all confused and concerned as if you thought he’d never even heard of sex before. Tomura blinked once before rolling his eyes and descending on you again.
One rough hand grabbed a fistful of your hair and turned you back towards the mirror while the other yanked your panties down to your knees. Hands trembling lightly against the counter, you clung to the smooth surface and held your breath in anticipation.
“Fuck…” Tomura groaned lowly, smirking again as he used his free hand to spread your pussy lips and gazed down at your wet little hole. “…Gonna fuck this tight pussy so fuckin’ hard…”
His words sent a little shiver up your spine, and he chuckled at the way you clenched around nothing. You clench even harder as he lets go of you, your eyes widening in your reflection at the sound of his belt being loosened and zipper being pulled down.
“T-Tomura—”
“Quiet.”
You silence yourself with a gasp as his tip prods at your entrance, your hips jerking at the sudden pressure. Staring at him in the reflection of the mirror, you watch his eyes twinkle as he grabs your hip tight with one hand and guides his cock up and down your dripping slit with the other.
Before you can say anything, though, he’s pushing into you.
Your jaw drops on a stuttered little whimper, your eyes squeezing shut at the surprising stretch. Fuck…who knew Tomura was packing something so big?
“Tomura— F-fuck—!”
“I said…” He cuts you off, grinning sharply as he clamps a rough hand over your mouth and delivers a hard thrust to your sopping pussy. “Shut up.”
You nearly shriek into his palm as he snaps his hips and bottoms out in one mean stroke. Knees shaking, you cling to the counter and shift your feet to keep yourself up. Tomura groans lowly as he stays still, savoring the feeling of your warm, gummy walls squeezing him so tightly as you try to adjust.
“That’s it…” He chuckles darkly behind you, grinding inside you meanly and planting his hand on your lower back to hold you still. “Still worried about this being too- hah- intense for me?”
Whining shakily, you lean into his hand over your mouth, your eyes all dewey as you stare at him in the mirror and shake your head.
Snickering at your answer, Tomura begins slowly pulling out. “…That’s what I thought.”
Shivering in anticipation, you hold eye contact with him in the mirror while your pussy squeezes around his pulsing tip, trying desperately to suck him back in. He only makes you wait for a moment before he’s fucking into you, railing you hard over the countertop.
Loud, high pitched moans and whines spill from your throat and into his palm as his cock rams into you over and over again. Already, a mixture of your own wetness and his precum drips down your thighs, adding to the lewd schlicks and slaps of skin on skin.
“H-hah— Ngh!— Even b-better than I imagined.”
His low praise makes your hips press back into his, desperate for more and more of him. Groaning roughly, Tomura obliges, leaning over your back as he rams into you even harder.
“S-stupid girl—.” He growls in your ear, his free arm wrapping around your waist and pinning your back to his chest. “Thinkin’ you k-know me, huh?”
Your arms shake as you hold yourself up on the counter, your eyes beginning to roll back even as you try to keep looking at him. You shake your head dumbly, even though you both know that you did exactly that- thinking you had him all figured out…and being completely wrong.
Chuckling again at your answer, Tomura grabs your cheeks between his fingers and forces your cheeks into a little pout, jostling your eyes back forward to look at yourself in the mirror instead.
“L-look at you— Ngh!” He growls, watching the way your face blooms red with embarrassment at your own reflection. “Stupid girl, getting— ah!— d-dumber and dumber o-on my cock.”
Meeting your own gaze, you watch your eyes fill with tears until your vision blurs with them. It’s so humiliating…but so fucking good. Digging your nails into the countertop so hard it hurts, you watch your own expression dissolve into tears of pure pleasure. Tomura watches too, his eyes shining with lust and satisfaction, his cock pulsing and spilling sticky precum all over your insides.
“Ngh—…Good girl…” He growls right in your ear, squeezing your cheeks roughly before letting go of your face altogether.
Glancing down, you watch his free hand rip the collar of your shirt down, stretching your bra painfully as he manhandles your tits out. He grabs one, groaning as he gropes it roughly, feeling the doughy skin jiggle and ripple with each of his harsh thrusts.
“Mm!— Been d-dreaming ‘bout these tits too—.” Emphasizing his point, his other hand slides up to grope the other, both hands now squeezing the fat roughly.
You mewl as he pinches and tweaks your nipples, your back arching to push your chest further into his hands and your hips farther back against his pelvis. Moaning lowly, Tomura slams inside again and grinds deep, biting down hard on the crook of your neck while you moan out loudly.
“O-oh my god— Mm!” You whimper out, finally free to speak, meeting his heavy gaze in the reflection again as you beg, “D-don’t stop—!”
Surging forward, Tomura slams you down further onto the counter top, licking and sucking at your neck messily as his hips slam into yours.
“Fuck, you l-love this, don’t you?” He grits out, grinning with an almost manic gleam in his eyes as his hands plant on the counter to leverage himself harder. “Hah!— Thought s-so low of me— Ngh!— ‘Nd n-now you’re begging me t-to fuck this stupid p-pussy until you die from c-cumming.”
Well, he’s definitely exaggerating, but it gets you anyways. Squealing shakily, you grab at his solid wrists and shudder hard under him, your lower tummy suddenly coiling intensely with an orgasm you didn’t feel coming.
“A-ah!— C-close—!” You cry, eyes rolling back as pretty tears drip down your hot cheeks.
“Already?” He snickers, but only gets rougher with his thrusts.
Reaching down with one hand, he drags one of your thighs up and onto the countertop, opening you up even more and pinning you in an impossible position. Your jaw drops, unabashed moans and whimpers spilling from your lips now as his leaking tip reaches all the way to ram into your cervix. His other hand grabs your jaw, meanly wrenching your head back to watch yourself in the mirror again.
Tomura looks like a predator behind you now, looming over you and grinning with a feral sort of dominance as he forces you closer and closer to what you can already tell will be a mind-shattering orgasm. Drool runs down your chin as you stare at him, and he gladly lets it pool in his hand.
“Gonna c-cum?” He mocks, chuckling roughly as you nod dumbly. “Yeah…W-watch yourself cum from just my cock…”
Shivering, you obey as if you’re a machine hardwired to do his bidding. A broken whine leaves your lips as you cream all over his cock, convulsing and clenching so tightly he nearly has to stop his devastating pace.
But he doesn’t.
Tomura fucks you straight through your orgasm, reveling in the sound of your cries and mewls as he rams into your sensitive pussy over and over again.
Once it passes, he leans down and presses in so close his lips brush against your ear. Snickering, he licks a tear from your cheek and mutters darkly in your ear, his cock pulsing as it prepares to pump his first load into you.
“Atta girl— Ngh—…Now watch me fill up this dumb cunt, bunny…”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko/Reader, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako
Characters: Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Toga Himiko, Uraraka Ochako, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice
Additional Tags: Incel Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Red String of Fate, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Hate Sex, Dubious Consent, best friends to enemies to lovers, Friends to Enemies, Enemies to Lovers, Forced Proximity, spit, tomura is grabby, Pet Names, Childhood Trauma
Summary:
You hate him. No really, you do. He’s a misogynistic, rich, spoiled asshole who has had everything handed to him his whole life. You rejected him ONCE and he has run a hate campaign on you with his friends ever since. He makes your day to day life difficult to get through. But he’s also hot and you kind of love his self assured confidence. No that you would EVER admit that out loud. Stupid fucking asshole…
You are both in the masters program at UA, the biggest and most expensive university in Japan. You got in on a scholarship, he got in on recommendation. You are both forensic psychology majors. Your dream is to help bring criminals to justice. His dream seems to be pissing you off at every given opportunity. (And possibly stalking you, but you don't know that!)
I have the first two chapters edited and posted finally! The next chapter will be up tomorrow! I have more chapters planned! Yippie!
Tomura trying SO HARD not to perv on you at the pool :(
poor guy (😈)
Tags: fem!reader, leaning more towards normal au but could be like in canon too, reader is implied to have a bigger chest, may or may not be based on how I act at the pool, kinda suggestive but no actual sexual bits, u decide whether reader does it on purpose or not
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I am NOT a pervert Tomura believer…BUT…
It’s his first time seeing you in a swimsuit okay? Whether it’s a thong bikini or a modest one piece, Tomura is flustered on the inside. He’s just never seen your body like…this…almost uncovered- just one layer away from being naked—
And he’d mentally punch himself just for thinking that.
Because, no, Tomura is not a perv. And he has to remind himself of that fact multiple times while trying to relax at the pool.
When he first saw you get settled and slip off your coverup, Tomura buffered for a second. Of course you’d be in a swimsuit, duh, but he apparently wasn’t prepared to actually see you in one. All of a sudden you were standing in front of him in a skin-tight piece of fabric, illuminating all your curves while the sun shines prettily on your skin. Once he caught himself staring, he quickly looked away and silently prayed you hadn’t noticed.
Then, you actually got in the water. Tomura watched as you giggled with Toga and took your time getting used to the temperature of the water. You two went under together, and he watched you come back up with wet hair and a big smile on your face, your hands clumsily pushing your hair back while Toga rubbed her eyes. You looked so pretty…but again, his eyes dipped lower to where droplets pf water ran down your shoulders…down your chest and into the dip of your cleavage—
Another mental slap to himself for that one.
But then you start having fun. Stupid, innocent, harmless fun. And Tomura’s still watching- still mesmerized- by the way you look. The way your laugh rings out in the warm air. The way your body moves when you swim. The way your tits threaten to spill over every time you bounce around in the water without a care—
Of course he gets caught staring. Touya makes damn sure that Tomura knows that he knows. It’s infuriating. Being teased and jeered and pushed around- being told he’s a ‘creep’- being laughed at- being pushed into the damn pool—
You help him up, obviously. Even while laughing, you hold his arm to steady him when he comes up for air. Tomura is seething mad, obviously, but it comes to a halt when he looks over and sees you and your pretty face asking if he’s okay. He stares for a second, his face getting pink (which he blames on the sun) before he nods a little. He pulls his arm away to brush his hair back out of his face, glancing away from you completely so he doesn’t accidentally look anywhere but your face.
Tomura would give some excuse about his skin while wading over to the edge of the pool again- and it’s true, chlorine can be harmful. But that’s not the real reason he wants to get out so badly. He’d plant his hands on the edge of the pool and hoist himself up and out, completely missing the way you check him out the whole time.
After yelling at Touya and a couple more hours of lounging and totally not watching you, Tomura looks over to find you getting out of the pool. This time, he’s unable to tear his eyes away from the way you slowly emerge from the water, curves slowly coming into view, drops running down your skin…
And then you come and sit right next to him, a sweet little sigh leaving your lips as you lounge casually on the lawn chair beside his. Tomura does his damn best not to look at you- he really does. You’re not even doing anything, you’re just laying there, relaxing in that fucking swimsuit not even two feet away from him and—
He looks. Just in subtle little glances, but Tomura is raking his eyes up and down your body.
“Tomura?”
His eyes dart back up to yours from where they’d been skimming down your thighs, ears bright red under his hair. Tomura would keep eye contact now as you chatter away, pretending like he isn’t dying to just glance down one more time. But…he supposes it’s fine like this. Listening to your voice and seeing your smile is better than sneaking creepy looks at your body anyways.
Tags: gn!reader, fluff ig, mentions of throwing up and stuff, they’re not very romantic 😒
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Let’s be real…when you get sick around Tomura, he’s making Kurogiri look after you. But honestly, that might be better, because bro is NOT making you soup or checking your temperature or really taking care of you.
Tomura’s idea of ‘taking care of you’ is probably like…hanging out with you while you’re in bed dying. Like, he’ll grab his switch and let you put your head on his lap or shoulder to watch him play.
BUT…Kurogiri isn’t always around. So when Tomura can’t just put the work on someone obligated to do as he says, he might deign himself to do a bit more for you.
Like, he’ll make soup because ‘he wanted some’ but give half to you anyways. And he’ll ask if you feel warm or cold, then give you a blanket or tug it off depending on the answer. But still, I feel like Tomura would mostly expect you to take care of yourself (assuming you’re not like completely bedridden).
Surprisingly, he wouldn’t complain about you being all sluggish. Like, it’s only a real problem when you can’t go on missions when he expected you to be there. But otherwise, Tomura kinda likes having an excuse to just hangout in bed all day with you.
I would say the only thing he doesn’t like is the noises. Like, the coughing, sniffling, blowing your nose, snoring, little moans and groans and whines. It’s not that Tomura thinks it’s gross- it takes way more than that to gross him out- he just thinks it’s annoying. Like, you could be hacking up a lung and he’d just grumble at you to shut up while handing you water and cough drops. And he would 100% steal cough syrup so he doesn’t have to listen to you dying all day.
Even if it gets bad enough for you to throw up, Tomura still wouldn’t be grossed out. He’d stand in the doorway, or outside the bathroom if you kick him out, waiting until you’re done before he comes closer. He’d probably have a wet rag ready to hand you, and he’d watch as you clean up your face, maybe brushing some hair out of your face for you or rubbing your back with his knuckles if it was that bad.
But despite all his complaints and grimaces, Tomura’s brushing off any apology you try to give him. He’d just be like “It’s stupid to apologize for getting sick.” and “Shut up! Stop trying to apologize and just drink the damn water—!” and “…You okay?” and “You only have to be sorry if you get me sick.”
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Dabi on the other hand…he’s almost the same, but a bit meaner about it.
He’s also definitely not putting much effort into taking care of you. Like, if you really ask or beg him to do something for you like make you soup or get you medicine, Dabi is 100% making someone else do it. Like, he’ll pay Twice to make you some food, or send Toga to the store for cough medicine instead of doing it himself.
But he’s not ignoring you either. Like, he’ll hangout with you a bit, scrolling on his phone on one side of your bed while you wallow in your misery on the other. If he’s feeling extra nice, Dabi will let you cuddle up to him…until you start coughing, in which case he’s groaning and pushing you off.
Speaking of coughing…it definitely annoys him too, but not as much. Like, Dabi will just stare while you cough or sniffle or blow your nose a million times, then very flatly be like, “…You done?”
He also doesn’t get grossed out if you get sick enough to throw up. Honestly, I feel like Dabi might be a little better with it. Like, he’ll hold your hair back if you need it, flatly encourage you to “get it all out”, and crouch down to wipe your mouth with a rag for you. Then he’d help you up off the ground and go with you into the kitchen to get some water and rinse your mouth, casually pulling you into his warmth to soothe you.
But even if he’s nicer about you throwing up, he’d be SOOO mean about you snoring because you’re congested. Like Dabi is 100% the type to record you snoring then show it to you/make you listen to it in the morning. He’d just laugh at your embarrassment, mocking you and pretending it kept him up all night even though he barely sleeps anyways.
Dabi’s also not impressed with your attempts to apologize. He’d just roll his eyes and scoff all like, “The hell are you apologizing for? It’s not like you asked to get sick.” and “I told you not to be sorry. Don’t choke it down if you need to cough.” and “…You’re alright.” and “Don’t be sorry…the snoring is kinda cute, even if it shakes the whole bed.”
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I’m actively deteriorating someone come nurse me back to health pls
