He felt like a kid showing up to a sleepover with his tattered black backpack shoved full of his things- or, at least, what he imagined that would've felt like. He wasn't allowed to have sleepovers, let alone have friends. Was this his proper first? He knew he told her that it would only be the weekend, but he intended to stay as long as she'd let him before the vanguard plan went ahead. He doubted she'd fight him on it, remembering how doting and concerned she usually was whenever he left. Blue eyes drifted around the door frame before he pressed the intercom button, looking around for wherever the camera was. He heard a low whirring and found it, embedded in the actual intercom itself. He sucked his teeth. She'd need to get that replaced- it only provided the smallest slice of the current view and if anybody ever tried to break in or cause her harm, it would be far too easy for them to evade detection. Besides, it was useless in the dark. "Can't have that," he said softly before the system buzzed.
"Hey, you. Let yourself in, the door to the apartment's open." She chirped, voice slightly robotic through the crummy receiver. He nodded and pushed the door open, locking the deadbolt behind him before he made his way through the waiting room, up the stairs and over the threshold into her little home. He took his coat off, placing it on the hooks, followed by his boots before he carried his backpack into the kitchen, setting it on one of the barstools. A pot and a saucepan were bubbling away on the stove. He was just about to lean in to inspect them when she came into the room, black dress tight around her curves, the tie at the waist revealing a generous glimpse of her long leg. Good God. His jaw went slack as he took her all in, forcing himself to grit his teeth to avoid making a fool of himself. "Sorry, I was trying to find this recipe card in my books. I made dinner- I hope you're okay with pasta. I remember you saying you weren't a fan of fish, but I actually don't know if you're cool with meat at all so it's vegetarian..." She flitted past him, the tiniest tinge of timidity evident in her voice.
Was this... a date?
His chest suddenly went tight as he looked her over again. She was beautiful. She always looked beautiful, but she'd put the effort in tonight, her glossy hair in long waves and lips redder than sin. Did she say this was a date? He thought back to their previous conversations as he kept his eyes on her. "Touya?" She questioned, locks threatening to kiss the floor as she bent over... way over... to grab something out of the kitchen cupboards.
"I'm not vegetarian, no," he cleared his throat and took the backpack off of the barstool, kicking it under the bar. "Did you just come back from somewhere?" He had a hard time believing she'd do all this for him, anyway.
"Honestly, no, this is all a product of laziness," she said as she continued to rifle through the cupboard. "Where is the fucking nice olive oil... Greece, Italy... where's Spain..." she grumbled to herself as she switched her hips, a growl leaving her before she shut the door and tried another. "I was helping a friend of mine grade papers this morning and missed the mail, so I went to the post office to go pick up my packages... this dress and some other stuff finally came. I liked how it looked so I just kept it on and threw on some lipstick. Like it?" She took the deep red bottle she'd been looking for out of the cupboard and straightened her posture. She turned to face him and swished her hips, free hand running down her side and to the slit, waving the slinky fabric around before spilling some of the oil into the pot.
"It, uh... it suits you." Suiting her was an understatement- she looked incredible. His mind swirled with thoughts of this... he'd come home from God knows where, but she'd always be here, gorgeous as ever, soft and sweet and silly and God, so fucking patient. "Thank you," she said softly as she stirred the pot, then the saucepan. "Can I get you something to drink?" She asked, and he grabbed her hips, pulling her into him. "I can get it..." he murmured as he took a deep inhale of her. She always smelled so nice, even if she'd been working all day.
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peril; dabi x reader
Fiksi Penggemar"fear of present danger doesn't exist if the present danger is you." dabi x reader. ♡ ex-pro hero bypass is disillusioned with the hero world and helps the way she knows best, at least until blue flame swallows her in. 18+, thank you.
