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Double Espresso

Dabi

When Dabi entered the house you were cooking. You didn’t love, waiting for him to come to you. And he did. He wrapped his arms around you waist and rested his head on the back of yours.

“Hey, you. How are you feeling today ?”

You felt him shrugs. He kissed the back of your neck, asking for attention. You stopped cooking, it could wait. Staying in his embrace you turned around. He looked tired. He always did. And you knew it wasn’t physical, at least not only physical.

You never asked him anything about his past, about what he was doing of his life. Your relationship was complex but it was enough to you. Because you didn’t have to ask. You already knew.

You knew for the villain’s league, and for what he did for them. But he wasn’t like any of them to you. Dabi wasn’t a psychopath. He was full of hate, but not against the world, it was against injustice and maybe himself too. He wasn’t following any leader, he had his own goal. And even if he was far from your moral code you didn’t feel like you could judge him. Not without the full story.

You stroked his cheeks. With his eyes closed you could concentrate on the beauty of his traits. But as soon as he opened them you were engulfed in the cold sea of his eyes.

“It hurts.” He said, talking about his burns.

You smiled. Both of you never had felt the need to put a name on your relationship. He came to you for comfort, your were his safe place. And to you he was the man you loved. You leaded him to the couch and went to the bathroom to take a lotion.

It wasn’t miraculous but apparently it calmed him. Maybe it was more of your soft touch on his wounded skin than the lotion but it couldn’t hurt him more.

You stayed on the sofa for awhile, talking about life and anything that came to your mind while you applied lotion on his many burns. It almost looked like everything was alright. Once you were done, he turned around to face you and pointing to his lips he smirked a little.

“What ?”

“It hurts here too.”

“You want me to put lotion on your lips ?” You asked, paying dumb.

For a second you could have sworn he had pouted. But his face came back in his original blank state just as fast. Finally he smiled. Not a smirk, nor a grin. No sarcasm or anything. Just a smile.

“I want you to kiss me, please.”

He didn’t have to ask you twice. You cupped his head in your hands and put your lips on him. It was soft and sweet and you wanted him to understand how much you cared for him, simply with this. He had his eyes closed when you separated yourself from him.

“You stay for dinner ?”

He said no by a movement of his head. Dabi knew his presence here could mean problems to you, it could be dangerous. And he wanted you safe.

You knew what he was going to say. Maybe next time. It was always next time.

“Maybe next time.” He smiled.

You just had to wait. When everything would be over, maybe it would be the time.