Chapter Thirty-Seven

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The next morning, you roll over in bed and smile at Touya's sleeping face. He scrunched his eyebrows and grumbled under his breath a little as he readjusted his hold around you. You giggle and brush a messy strand of black hair from his face. He sighs and settles again, never waking up. 

You sigh and watch him for a quiet moment. You realize how tired he must be and decide to let him sleep as you slowly pull yourself out of bed. Touya rolls over on the bed, dragging the bedsheets over himself. Digging through your bag, you get dressed in some jeans, a cute deep blue top, and some slip-on shoes. 

You grab your keys, wallet, and phone and go to the door, letting it click behind you gently so you don't wake Touya. The engine of your car roars to life and your drive down the street to a small bakery. A young man with sandy brown hair and large black eyes that remind you of a squirrel takes your order. He closes the window and shortly after opens it again to hand you two cups of coffee and a box of freshly baked assorted muffins. 

Trying to juggle everything in your hands, you reach in your pocket for the room key and tap it to the door. There's a clicking sound and you slowly open the door. You hear rustling on the bed and grin as you walk into the room. A sleepy Touya glances at the clock and then up to you. He sees the things you're carrying in your hands and smiles.

"Well good morning," he chuckles. 

You giggle and set down the food and coffee on the dresser. Touya's arms come up around your waist and you gasp when he grinds his cock into your ass. He hums at your response and one hand snakes up to your chest. He places gently but hungry kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

"Which one of my dirty deeds from last night earned me breakfast in bed? I'll have to do it more often," he coos and turns you around to face him. 

He stands in front of you wearing a pair of black boxers. His cock is pressed against you and you can feel your whole body fill with heat at his touch. His hands slide down to cup your ass and he grinds into you again with a smirk. Your eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips as he tilts your chin up slightly. 

"You're lucky all of our fun last night has me starving for real food," he mumbles and gives you a quick kiss before releasing you. 

Touya walks away towards the bathroom. You clear your throat and turn around the start preparing your coffee to your liking with the sugar and cream you got from the bakery. He walks out of the bathroom and slips on a pair of sweatpants before grabbing his coffee and opening it to prepare his own. The two of you sip your coffee and eat the muffins. He nods with enthusiasm when he tastes them, making you giggle.

"Can I ask you a question?" You say softly as you discard your muffin wrappers. 

"Yeah," he mumbles around a mouthful of a blueberry muffin.

"What kept you away for so long?" 

He swallows and takes a sip of his coffee before letting out a heavy sigh. He turns to place his coffee cup on the side table and then back to face you.

"Y/N-"

"No, Touya. Don't give me some excuse or tell me it's better I don't know," you say. "I deserve to know why you up and disappeared for two weeks." 

His ocean eyes study your face and he chews his tongue a bit. You cross your arms over your chest and sigh. He clenches his jaw and stares into your eyes through the silence.

"Please," you whisper, bravery beginning to fade with the shaky breath you draw in.

"I was involved with that fight in Deika City," he says flatly and turns back to his coffee.

You shake your head. "What do you mean?"

He sighs and turns away from you, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "Listen, the news stories and footage that's being shown isn't really what happened. It's a lot to explain, but the league made some enemies that we turned into allies. But we've been laying low for a while," he says and kneads his fingers on his forehead. 

You nod and sit on the bed opposite him. He straightens up and turns back to face you again. You grin at him and he clenches his jaw.

"Y/N, I can't tell you everything. I just need you to trust that I know what I'm doing and this is all for us," he chokes on the last bit and grabs your hands in his, pulling you closer to him on the bed.

"I-I trust you, Touya. I just want to know why you keep disappearing," you say softly, fighting the tears forming in your eyes. 

"It's all in preparation for a world where we can be together. I just can't tell you how because-" 

He pauses, his eyes going wide for a moment, and clears his throat. You lift your head from his shoulder and look up at him. 

"Because what?"

Dabi sighs and curses softly. "Because you'll stop me," he says through gritted teeth.

You sit up abruptly and shake your head. "Why would I stop you? Is it something bad?" Your breath hitches in your throat and a thought floats through your mind. "Are people going to get hurt?" You ask softly.

He closes his eyes, dropping his head for a moment. He rubs at the back of his neck and slowly meets your gaze again with a nod. You gasp and open your mouth to argue, but he pulls you to his chest and holds you tightly.

"I need you to promise me that you won't get involved. I can't tell you what's going on, but you'll know when it does happen," he rushes. "Just please, promise me that you will not get involved... I don't want you to get hurt, and if Shigaraki sees you fighting with the heroes he-" 

He pauses and breaths in deeply, pressing his face into your hair and gripping your tighter against his chest. Your chest flutters at the embrace. His breath hitches and he sniffles a little with another soft curse under his breath. 

"I don't know what I would do if anyone tried to come after you. This has to work...and for it to work I need you to be far enough away that I can be confident that you will be safe. Do you understand?" 

He leans back and cups your face, eyes wide and searching your face. The love he feels for you fills him with a deep concern you've never seen him exhibit before. You touch his hand and let out a deep sigh. He swallows hard and waits for your response.

"I understand," you nod.

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