𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ➣ Dabi

Touya (spoilers)

~MANGA SPOILERS!!~

A/N: I don't want to write spoilers in each chapter heading because it ruins the aesthetic :/ but basically after this chapter, you'll see minimal spoilers but I don't know, if you skip this chapter then maybe just stop reading till you finish the manga? I mean this isn't a huge spoiler and we all kind of knew it before it was even revealed so do with that as you will! Love you all! Enjoy!!! :)

(also this chapter is actually kinda important so if you want to keep reading then i'm so sorry but you'll have to deal with the spoiler :( but good news, this is like probably the only major spoiler i'll be putting into this book :) )

"Dabi!" You gasp when you feel his hand grab your ass as you climb a ladder up the side of the building.

You hear him laugh below you. "Just helping, Mouse. You were slowing down."

Gripping the ladder, you say, "Well, you never said anything about heights. Can't we just sit down there?"

"Nope. You're almost there, baby. Keep going."

You take a deep breath and resume your journey up the ladder. After your nails dried and you painted his black, he picked you up and took you away but he wouldn't say where. You followed willingly till he led you to this ladder and told you to climb. You didn't want to. What if it broke? Or what if the heroes saw you two? You'd have no escape from them. Yet here you are, climbing the ladder with Dabi behind you, admiring the view, all while you cling to the ladder with all your might.

When you reach the top, you sink to your knees, taking a few deep breaths, trying to stay calm and relaxed. He picks you up and leads you to the middle of the rooftop, where a blanket and basket sits. At first, you think he's created a picnic, and that gets you excited. A picnic under the stars. You love the stars. But, as he sits you down on the blanket next to him, starts a small fire, and opens the basket, you realize it's not a picnic. No. He's got needles and ink in the basket. You look from him to the tools, confusion keeping you from saying anything and instead just watching as he lies all the equipment out.

"Ever gotten a tattoo?" he asks, still organizing the tools.

You shake your head. "No," you say softly.

"Would you like to?" He pauses and turns to look at a you, a smirk placed on his lips, his eyes glistening with hope that you'll say yes.

You frown, touching a finger to your lips. "Won't it hurt?"

"For a second, sure. It's a needle. But you'll get past it."

"I don't know," you say slowly, eyeing the tools. Needles have never been your favorite, but you'll admit, you're intrigued.

Dabi smiles softly, his voice lowering to a hushed whisper as he says. "I promise you'll like it. Will you get one for me?"

You bite your lip in worry. So you don't get to even pick? It's permanent. What if Dabi does something embarrassing? Something morbid maybe. You can't have that permanently tatted on your body. You won't. But, you can't lie, you're intrigued as to what he wants to put on your body forever. And where specifically.

"Do I get to know what it is?" you ask softly.

"It's supposed to be a surprise."

"I don't want a swear word on me," you say.

His chest heaves with a laugh, his arms quickly wrapping you up as he holds you against his chest. "You'll like it," he laughs. "Please?"

He looks so happy. So excited. He's never looked this excited for something. Ever. Maybe the thought of killing Endeavor, but even then, there was anger and pain in the way he spoke. Now, when he cups your face, telling it'll be fun and to trust him, you can't help but want to say yes. So, reluctantly, you agree.

You sit, rocking back and forth softly, not being able to bounce your leg, and watch as Dabi prepares for your new tattoo. You still don't know what it is and that really scares you. You trust Dabi. You do. Yet, at the same time, he's given you reason to be afraid, to be nervous of his intentions. But. . . he's also given you reason to trust him, to listen to him, and to know that what he's doing, is for you and your protection. At least, it is now.

The light wind blows your hair, sending goosebumps across your skin and making you shudder. Dabi pulls out a few candles and lights them with his quirk, pulling them close to you, letting the heat of both the fire and candles warm you, even if it's just a little. Although, the goosebumps weren't just from the cold.

"You ready?" he asks.

You take a shaky breath, nervous, but nod otherwise, giving him a small smile.

"It'll hurt for a second. But you can take it. Can't you?" You nod again and he smiles. "Good girl." Reaching for your wrist, he takes it gently, brushing his lips against the inner side, kissing your pulse like you once did to him. He leads you closer to him, and in the process, takes off his jacket and puts it on you as you lean your back against his chest. Then he surprises you by blindfolding you.

"Dabi," you say nervously, biting your nails.

"Relax. I can't have you peeking now, can I?" You shake your head but not being able to see is worrying you even more. He rubs your shoulders for a moment before you feel him take your right wrist in his hand. "If it gets too much, baby, just tap my leg, okay?"

"Okay."

He wipes your wrist first to clean it, then takes what you assume is a razor, to rid your wrist of any hidden hairs. And then he cleans it again. A second later you hear the sound of rubber stretching and when he grabs your hand again, it's not his calloused skin that touches you. He must've put on gloves. You lean your head back, against his shoulder, and bite your tongue, preparing yourself for the pain. But it doesn't come quiet yet, instead you feel him writing on your wrist. You try to find the letters but the most you got was an A.

"Alright. You ready?" You nod, your lip caught between your teeth, your hand holding onto his thigh. "Take a deep breath, Mouse. You're alright."

You tense against him, his grip tightening to keep your wrist steady as he brings the needle down.

"Wait!" you say, trying to pull away.

"I'll count to three," he says, tugging back. "You can do it."

"I know," you whisper. "I know."

"Okay? Ready?" He pauses and waits for your consent. When you nod, he begins counting. "One." Deep breath. "Two." Deep breath. "Three."

You whimper and push against him as the needle penetrates your skin with a sharp and stabbing pain. Dabi shushes you softly, his thumb brushing your hand soothingly but he keeps going. It might not hurt as much as you expected, but it still hurts enough to bring small tears to your eyes. He doesn't stop, only if you tap his leg to take a short break like he said too. And he understands it. He puts his arms around you, holds you close to his chest and waits patiently for you to tap his leg again to let him continue. Then he'll kiss your neck and resume the tattoo process.

You stop him two more times after that to take a rest, to take a moments peace from the small shocks of pain. And each time, he doesn't rush you to begin again or tease you from the few small tears that trickle down your cheeks. Instead, he tells you, "You're almost done" and "You're doing so good, baby." Then he gets back to work when you say so.

After about an hour and a half of this, the sun officially set in the distance, the city lights, the candles, and the fire Dabi started being the only source of light, you're finally done. It feels sore but you're grateful it's over and now want nothing more than to see what he left on your body.

"Can I see it now, Dabi?" you ask, your fingers already tugging at the blindfold in anticipation.

He chuckles softly, but covers your wrist as he removes your blindfold completely. You frown and go to say something but he stops you by counting down from three. Each second feels like two and each pause in between each feels like five. But when he finally, finally, says three, you beat him to it and pull his hand off you to reveal your new tattoo.

Touya.  

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