It hasn’t been confirmed (yet), but I referred to Dabi as Touya here cause it might as well be canon at this point. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
– Mod Katsuki
“I am who I am because of you.”
Your eyes fluttered open as rough, scarred arms snaked around your waist. The skin was jarringly cold to the touch, as if it’d just came through the door in the dead of night. Shivers rolled up your spine before manifesting as a sharp gasp. The arms had a gentle grip on you, but it felt as it they were squeezing every drop of warmth from your body.
There was someone behind you, in bed with you. But, who? You hadn’t remembered letting someone stay over. You should be panicking, screaming and writhing from this stranger’s touch as you leapt from bed.
But, that voice… it sounded so… familiar? The familiar lilt of his whispers, the hot breath on your neck… they felt so distant, yet close. Real, yet ethereal.
A warm hand edged further over your body and weaved itself between your own hand, callous fingers intertwining in your lithe ones.
A perfect fit… it couldn’t be, could it? After all these years?
“Touya?”
A soft chuckle resounded in your ear and you could feel the relief and happiness in his voice. It… it had to be him. You desperately scrambled onto your other side to face your long-lost friend. Your best friend. Your lover. Your ex-fiance.
When your eyes met his glowing cyan orbs, you couldn’t control the tears, and he couldn’t blame you.
“I-is it really you Touya? Please… please tell me it is.”
“Babe, you of all people should be able to recognize me. But yeah… yeah, it’s me.”
His face was scarred, but even that couldn’t ruin his beautiful smile. His eyebrows were furrowed and you could see the sheer relief in his eyes. Touya never freely wore his emotions on his face. He wanted to be here as much as you wanted him back.
Your tears spilled and stained his shirt, but neither of you cared. You buried your head in the crook of his neck, your fists weakly pounding on his chest as small whimpers tore your throat.
“I-I m-m-missed you s-so much T-Touya…”
“I… I missed you too. But I’m staying this time. I promise.”
“No, no, come back!” He groaned as he pulled you back into his lap.
You laugh at how ridiculously needy he’s been since he started with the wine, “I’m just going to get another drink. I’ll be right back”
“Make someone else go,” he said, placing a kiss to your shoulder.
You turn in his arms to get a better look at your needy boy. Usually, you wouldn’t be so obviously together in these settings but you and Duncan had cultivated a tight group of friends who knew better than to say anything. It was a safe space to be young and free and in love. You both had to admit, it was nice not to always be holed up in your houses.
When you moved to put your arm around his shoulders, he took the opportunity to lean his head against your chest as his arms pulled you in closer.
“Why are you like this?” You joke as you card your fingers through his hair.
He sighs in contentment, soberingly honest in his response, “You’re so warm and soft. I want you near me always.”
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