𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 || ᵈᵃᵇⁱ

18 ; stress relief

warning ; implied. . .eventful night in bed eheh wink wink
. . .yes i am very much immature

          "You shouldn't be trusting me."
          "I don't. But it's too late for that now, isn't it?"

          You watched with bated breath as Dabi's shape got more muddled the farther he got, the man like a little unmatched piece of the night moving farther and farther away until there wasn't a sign he was even there to begin with. It was cold, standing where you were right now, overlooking the dark sky in deep thought and. . .undeniable boredom.

          Today was. . .eventful, and the little chime from your phone was one that didn't go unnoticed but one you definitely didn't make any efforts in looking. You had a vague idea what it was.

          . . .okay yeah, you knew exactly what it was, so why bother?

          "Jesus, Y/N!" You hear the distinctly tired voice of a man you were expecting, his teasing tone soft in an attempt to quiet down considering the time of night. Although it was probably in vain, considering that as soon as his little laugh escaped him there was the loudest engine of a motorcycle you've ever heard in your life driving past in the street below. "You know that no one's gonna arrest you if you ever decided to use your front door, right?"

          "Funny you should say that, cop." You humored him anyway as you shut your own apartment's window as quietly as you could, not even bothering to have changed out of the clothes you've worn today. What's the point? It's not like you'd be. . .okay let's not get ahead of ourselves.

          You shake your head and slowly make your way up the metal steps, slowly approaching the casual yet expecting figure of one of your only other friends in this apartment complex, Keiji. He was dressed in some light blue button up he'd no doubt used for work, but now improperly worn and a lot more wrinkled. He had his hair tied up in a small bun that you knew too well was the handiwork of your other other friend Kyoka, and now that he had his hideous bangs out of his face you could definitely admit in the comforts of your mind that he looked attractive.

          He chuckles, extending out a hand to help you up despite not needing it. You took it anyway, and the feel of rough hands on your own was an oddly comforting feeling. But you couldn't admit to that too easily. "Jesus, Kei. You know that no one's gonna arrest you if you ever used lotion, right?"

          "Hardy har har." You felt him shift his fingers slightly to lightly pinch your hand, before you both eventually reached the top of the landing where the window to his home was.

          It was opened and you two wasted no time in getting yourselves through, having to jump over the couch that was pushed up right below it for the sake of avoiding getting your shoes on it and possibly dirtying it. You bounced on the cushion and got yourself comfortable with a hushed giggle, before slapping your mouth and turning to him. He had just exited the window as well and was heading for his kitchen island. "Is Kyoka here. . ?"

          Almost like the question wasn't enough you swiveled your head back and forth and tried looking past the corner that led to the small hallway for the bedrooms, and the laugh that came from him probably should've confirmed it, but he answers anyway. "No, she's on a night out with Pikachu. They're crashing at his place."

          "You're letting your sister sleep under a bridge?"

           He laughs again, this time louder, turning to you as he puts down the bottle of wine he had just been holding. "I forgot you had a sense of humor."

          "And I forgot how boring you are at foreplay."

          Keiji moves and sets the two glasses on the round glass coffee table that you almost rested your feet on, grinning at his little whistle that basically said 'wow' in both offence and amusement. "You are lucky I am too tired for this."