Roommates. Dabi- Love story.

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"Is it out of your control?" Curiosity turned out to be stronger than good manners.
"Usually, but not always. This quirk is a curse. I'd rather avoid the risk." They stood silently until Cremorah finally dared to demonstrate her quirk to him. She raised her outstretched hand towards Tomura's head silencing his protest with a finger pressed to her lips.
"You should know about this." She closed her eyes for better focus. Her hands shook gently and her breathing quickened, and after a few seconds, she heard the man's sigh.
"A wonderful gift, Cremorah." The girl opened her eyes and looked at the young male who, despite his wide-open eyes, couldn't see anything.

"If I could, I would swap with you without hesitation." Cremorah smiled sadly and looked away.
"It's quite handy, I admit." Her thoughts travelled to the past and to all situations that required her to use her individuality. Neither of them was positive.
"Don't you think we shouldn't have quirks?" She asked nostalgically. He turned his face towards her, narrowing his eyes.
"Would you say the same thing if you saw a man holding you at gunpoint?" It was still Tomura, but blindness took away the glow of his eyes and made him look like an entirely different person.
"Yes..." The answer was short but soaked with grief. Tomura felt it wasn't the best time to expand this topic. He scratched his head and asked
"For how long will I stay blind?"
"A few minutes. Twice helped me master the gift but I never tried to develop it so it won't be a long time."

There was a silence that was soon broken by a question that embarrassed Cremorah.
"When I leaned over to reach for the contract... you had a strange expression... why?" He heard the girl shifting uneasily.
"You... you smell nice." Why would she lie? Tomura straightened up and cleared his throat, trying to hide the blush.
"It's umm… my skincare... I use it a lot..." The smile was plastered across his face as he continued.
"I know it doesn't look like it, but believe me it helps..." He suddenly stiffened as he felt the warmth of Cremorah's body. She closened and at first, only stood next to him for a moment but finally stroked his hair. It turned out to be very soft and fluffy and not damaged at all. When she looked into his red eyes, she didn't notice that his sight was back and she whispered with a gentle smile.
"Your hair is nice too."

Tomura blinked a few times and stepped back slightly, mumbling "Thank you." He was still afraid that he might accidentally hurt her. Cremorah tilted her head thoughtfully.
"Can I ask you something?" Tomura's face still had a trace of blush as he gently nodded.
"Why are you helping me? I'm a stranger."  The boy laughed and quickly answered.
"A stranger? Jin doesn't stop talking about you! He keeps on saying: Cremorah is such a good student, Cremorah cooks great, Cremorah this, Cremorah that! He's very proud of you. He didn't only mention your individuality. At your request, I understand... " The girl looked at him in shock. More and more she felt that she didn't deserve Jin.

The irregular knocking roamed around the room as if someone on the other side of the door hesitated.
"Speak of the devil." The blue-haired man said and opened the door to let Jin in. He looked at Cremorah with a concerned expression on his face, but he brightened quickly, and only the apple goo on the floor made his eyebrows knit in a grimace. However, it only lasted a few seconds and soon all three of them went downstairs to eat dinner. Toga was already eating as they entered the kitchen. Since there were only two chairs, they all moved into the living room and ate while watching the game show. Everyone except Dabi. Cremorah looked around and sent Toga a questioning glance.
"Where's your boyfriend?" The girl peeked
at Jin and then back at Cremorah.

"I can't follow..." She was confused so Cremorah rushed to explain.
"You know, Dabi." The blond burst into hysterical laughter, almost choking on a piece of cucumber. Cremorah stared at her in dismay.
"Who would want that burnt toast!?" She coughed, laughing at the mere thought of something like this. Until now, it seemed to the teenager that such a happy greeting clearly explained their relationship.  Apparently, she was wrong...
"What are you even…? No... He usually sits in his room..." Cremorah slowly pulled herself up.
"I'll call him, maybe he's hungry too..." She hesitantly knocked on his door. For a moment she heard the shuffling and the dull crack of a drawer being closed. Finally, he opened the door, smoothing his cotton turtleneck.