Ever since that night Dabi kissed me on the rooftop, we've been hanging out more. We've been going out and even doing more missions lately. It wasn't a lot, but it was good enough for a start. We didn't make anything official, but it was good. We kept our meetings from the League and just kept it to ourselves.
It's now Saturday, a day off for us, thankfully. This week has been hellish, filled with multiple missions and dealing with different mafia bosses and drug dealers. I'm in my room, engrossed in a video game, when I hear a knock at my door. "Come in," I say, and Dabi enters, clad in a hoodie and sweats. A blush creeps up my face as he wears the outfit well.
He smirks, noticing my blush, and walks over, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. I notice a bandage on his hand, spotting that it's bleeding. "What happened?" I ask, gently taking his hand, concern lacing my voice.
He sighs, "Fight at the bar," he mumbles.
My brow furrows. "How?"
He groans in response. "I punched someone who was trying to harass Toga," he says.
I nod, understanding dawning. Dabi, despite his gruff exterior, had a protective streak about him, especially towards those who he considers his allies. I finish wrapping his injury, applying just the right amount of pressure. I kiss his hand, then kiss him again, and he blushes this time.
"Aww, you're blushing," I grin, teasing him.
He smirks, a predatory glint in his turquoise eyes, and pins me down on the bed, getting on top of me, making me blush harder. "Aww, look who's blushing now," he grins. I try to move, but his knee accidentally bumps against my cock and rubs against it. I moan softly, then more vocal as he continues to apply pressure.
My body feels sensitive, like it was weeks ago when I had wings from that quirk incident during one of our missions. Thank god those are gone, but not the sensation they left behind. Dabi seems to pick up on this as his smirk widens.
"So sensitive," he whispers in my ear, making me shiver.
Suddenly, a loud crash from downstairs breaks the tension. We both freeze, the moment shattered. Dabi rolls off me.
"Sounds like Twice got into a fight… again." I sigh, running a hand through my messy hair. "Duty calls. As much as I'd like to stay here, I am the 'boss' after all."
Dabi chuckles, getting off the bed. "Don't worry, we'll continue this later." He winks and heads out the door, leaving me with a racing heart and a mess in my pants.
I pull myself up, fixing my clothes and heading downstairs, dreading what I'm about to walk into. As I descend the stairs, I hear loud arguments in both Jin's voice and his doubles, and the sound of glass shattering. I sigh as this is my life.
I walk into the main bar area to see Twice arguing with himself, Toga giggling while recording on her phone, Dabi leaning against the bar with a bored expression, and Kurogiri trying to calm the situation down. Standard Saturday it seems.
"What's going on here?" I ask, my voice laced with annoyance.
"Twice split when he couldn't decide which beer to get." Toga giggled out, "Then they each ordered different drinks and started arguing over which was better!"
I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Twice, clean this up. Now."
Twice, both of him, immediately start cleaning up the mess, still bickering with each other while doing so, it made me wonder how he was still sane. I honestly envy him.
Kurogiri teleports a fresh drink to me and I nod in thanks. "Rough day, Boss?" he asks.
"You have no idea," I grumble, taking a large gulp of the drink. "At least the missions have been productive." "Speaking of missions," Dabi interrupts, "I think it's time we hit that weapons cache we were scouting out last week. We're running low on explosives and I'm tired of Twice's clones blowing themselves up with discount fireworks."
I sigh, "Fine, let's go. Toga, you're with us. Kurogiri, keep an eye on things here."
"On it," Kurogiri replies with his usual stoic demeanor.
Toga squeals with excitement, "Yay, another mission with Shigaraki and Dabi!"
As we head out the door and into the night, I can't help but feel a smile creep onto my face. As much as I hate dealing with the chaotic League, I wouldn't trade them for anything. And as I walk beside Dabi, a sense of warmth fills me. Maybe, just maybe, things are starting to look up.