𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ➣ Dabi

perfection

You smile lazily, your hands tucked between your thighs as you lean against Touya's broad frame, his arm draped across your shoulders to help warm you against the cool breeze. His lips connect with your forehead, hot and gentle, telling you his love for your silently. You can't help but grin wider, nearly squealing with excitement. How did you get so lucky? How did you get him to be yours? It's a mystery. And a mystery you'll forever be grateful for.

The wind caresses your cheeks, playing with Touya's hair as the two of you sit silently together. You're exhausted. The amount of time spent using your quirk and now helping injured civilians has resulted in a pulsing migraine, weak joints, and slow breathing.

You tug on Touya's shirt, softly telling him you're ready to go home and lay in his arms. He helps you off the ledge first before he gets down to pick you up bridal style, letting your head lay on his shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut. He presses a button from his pocket, most likely calling for Kurogiri. Sure enough, his warp gate appears and Touya steps through, bringing you back to the base with the League.

Shiggy looks up at you, all smiles from his face leaving as he rushes over concerned. "Is she okay?" he asks.

You nod. "Tired," you mumble, waving a soft hand at him.

"She overworked her quirk but she'll be okay," Touya says.

Shiggy takes your hand in his gloved one and kisses it sweetly. "Let me know if you need anything."

You smile and pull his hand over to kiss the palm of his hand. "Thank you, Shiggy."

Touya takes you to your room before laying you down in bed. There was no medicine in the house, so Shiggy and Compress ran out to get you some. In the meantime, you lie in bed, eyes sealed shut as you wait out the passing headache. Touya climbs in behind you, tugging your body to mold into his, his lips kissing behind your ear as he settles in, pulling the covers over your bodies.

"Thank you," you whisper.

"No need to thank me doll," he hums.

"No," you say. "Thank you for loving me."

He pauses, and for a moment, you wonder if he's even going to say anything. But slowly, his arms encircle your waist, tugging you even closer, his head laying on your shoulder. "I should be the one thanking you," he chokes out.

You slowly roll over, wincing against a soft burn of pain, and cup his face between your hands. You kiss him. So gentle. Your lips just softly brushing his. But he wants more. So he leans in closer, pressing his lips fulling against yours, gently caressing your lips open so he can sweep in, branding you, claiming you. He pulls away, tugging your lips with his teeth.

"I love you," he hums.

You smile, curling closer to him to cuddle him, your head now resting on his chest.

"I love you more," you murmur. His fingers entangle in your hair, gentle massaging your head, somehow soothing your aching headache. 

This. This is perfection.

A soft rap at the door breaks you both from your daze, and you softly protest when Touya gets up to open it. You lie waiting for him, missing the warmth of his body around you. A moment later, he's asking you to sit up so you can swallow the pills brought to you. He helps you, knowing you're weak and tired and barely staying awake at this point.

"Atta girl," he murmurs as you lie back down.

"Lay with me?" You outstretch a hand to you, wanting him to be with you so desperately.