𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ➣ Dabi

let's get married

You take a deep breath, your eyes staring at the white dress that lays neatly on the bed. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.

To. . . morrow.

Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow—

"Mouse?"

"No!" you scream shutting the door on him. "Don't come in!"

"The fuck? Why not? What's going on?"

You pause, shaking your head even if he can't see it. "It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding," you murmur.

You hear him laugh on the other side of the door before he's jiggling the doorknob once again. "Baby open the door."

You bite your lip, looking from the door to the dress on your bed. At least, you can't let him see that. "Let me put the dress away first. Okay?"

He sighs, but you can just imagine the light smile he has on his lips. It makes your heart race as you rush to gently put your dress into the closet of your room. You and Touya got the master bedroom of the house, so the closet walks in and makes you extremely happy. You like the way it looks with your clothes and his. It's nothing big. It's just perfect. Absolutely perfect.

You shut the closet and beckon Touya in. He smiles as he does, his sweatpants clinging low on his hips. You ogle at his bare chest, the slightly defined abs and pecs as he makes his way over to you. You open your mouth to speak but the words get caught in your throat so you resort to smiling at him. Of course, Touya sees this in your eyes and decides to tease you by stretching with his hands behind his head, his eyes playfully teasing you.

He hums, dropping his hands to your waist instead, tugging you up against him. "Gorgeous," he murmurs, his teeth grazing your neck. "Cute," he whispers with his lips behind your ear.

"Touya," you plead.

"Mmm. Get dressed Mouse. We have plans today."

"We do?" you ask, annoyed as he steps back and sits on the edge of the bed. He merely smiles at you, knowing very well you're upset he didn't even kiss your lips.

He nods. "But it's a surprise. Ten minutes."

Lucky for you, your makeup and hair was already done, all you needed was to change into an outfit. After picking from your clothes, you emerge from the closest, with a new change of clothes for Touya too as he said to dress nicely. He changes into black ripped jeans and a black long sleeve. Sure, it's nothing fancy, but it's better than his costume. And it's so damn attractive. Especially as he puts his rings onto his fingers, one is the ring with your name and the matching bracelet.

"Ready?" he asks, kissing your forehead as you put a new pair of earrings in.

"Do I get to know where we're going?" you ask, tilting your head up to look at him.

"Oh my god," he murmurs, his eyes switching from your lips to your yes. "You're so fucking cute."

You smile but shake your head and ask, "Why?"

Touya taps your nose with his finger, his smile radiating. He simply shrugs, puts his hands on your shoulders, and spins you around. "We've got to go, Doll. Let's hurry. Visiting hours are almost over."

"Visiting hours?"

"Mhm," he hums, pushing you out the door.

"Who are we visiting?"

He laughs and entwins your fingers together. You look up at him, confused but trusting. He's your whole world. So you don't mind. But you'd like to know who you're visiting because you're not in the mood to see Endeavor in the hospital, even if it's to taunt him. So you wonder who Touya means. The sappy smile on his face must mean it's a good person. If he wanted to visit his father, he'd be pissed. Sadistic. Not giddy. Not even nervous.

You've learned to read Touya. Which smiles mean what, which shrugs mean what. You know this now. Sure, his smile is excited, but you notice the way he keeps scratching at himself, even if it's subtly. You catch how his breath occasionally quickens, but he merely smiles at you when you open your mouth to ask. You watch him drive, one hand gripping the steering wheel, the other being held by your two hands. You tell him about your day, how you felt hanging out with Toga and Shiggy. You babble about how happy they all make you and how you love being part of a family. He asks questions, engaging with you, making your heart happier. You tell him all you can, getting excited over the simplest things. Like how your favorite shirt was already draped on your bed when you woke up and you figured you must've done it. Or how pretty the sunrise looked through the window and how it hit the trees. He can't keep the smile off his face, and every once and awhile he'll squeeze both your hands and smile at you.

You smile softly at him, shaking your head. "I don't mean to talk all the time," you say gently. "I do love to hear about your day."

He scoffs teasingly. "I know you do. But I like listening to you."

"You do?"

"Of course, I do."

You look away to hide your ecstatic smile, but you know he knows that you're smiling.

"Are you ready?" he asks. You turn back to look at him, confused. He merely throws a side glance at you, the hand that's held by both of yours tensing with every touch you give him. It takes you a second to figure out what he could possibly mean by that, and you nearly question why. How could you be ready to go meet someone you don't know? But that's not what he means.

"Of course, I'm ready."

He sighs, pulling the car over, parking in the back of an alley way. You watch him drag a hand down his face, shaking his head softly. "Are you?" It's a hushed whisper. Quiet. Scared. It makes your smile falter.

You trust Touya. You know he loves you. So you feel strongly that there's no way he wants to back out of the wedding. Right? Right?

Right?

"Touya?" You shake your head, positioning your body to face him. "You aren't. . .You don't want to cancel. . . Do you?"

He whips his head to you. "What? No. Fuck no. I love you. I want to marry you so fucking badly."

"Then what's wrong?" you ask. Your hand reaches forward and cups his face, your thumb rubbing his cheekbone. "What's this about?"

"I just," he starts, shaking his head. "Are you sure you want me? You want this?" He points to his scarred body, to the body you absolutely adore, scars and all. And your heart breaks. Have you not shown him how much you love? How could you show it more? You'll show it more. You swear you will. You'll kiss him every chance you can, you'll tell him you love him, you'll shower him with gifts, you'll cook his favorite meals whenever he needs, you'll be there for him. Fuck, you'll always be there for him. Day and night. Whenever he needs you, whenever, wherever. "Fuck, forget it. Forget it. Let's go, we've got to go."

"No, no. Stay. Touya, wait." You lean over him and pull the car door shut before you push his seat back and crawl onto his lap. "Touya," you murmur. "Will you look at me?" He lifts his eyes to yours, your favorite turquoise eyes, and the pain in them shatters your heart. "Oh god, Touya, I love you. And I am so excited to marry you. I can't wait to marry you, Touya." You cup his face, devoting his attention to you and you only. "I love you, Touya. Scars and all. I want you. Only you." You bite your lip softly, a nervous tic of yours, as you brush his white hair out his eyes. "Will you make me the happiest girl in the world and marry me, Touya?"

He laughs, dropping his head onto your chest as his arms encircle your waist. You squeal as he pinches your waist, teasingly saying, "Hmm, I don't know."

You laugh, not strong enough to pull away from him as he tickles your sides, making your chest heave with laughs. "Touya!"

"What? What am I doing?" he teases.

"I said yes to you!" you laugh. "Say it back!"

He pauses, smirking, an eyebrow raised as he hums. "Let me think about it."

"Touya!"

He sighs softly, his chin resting on your chest. "Yes," he mumbles softly, basking in the comfort of your fingers massaging his scalp. "Yes, I'll marry you."

You kiss his nose and smile. "Then let's get married." 

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