Bakugou didn't get locked in a chair this time. The blonde girl had explained they decided to try a less threatening approach. So instead he sat down and was talked to. Given the exact same "Join our League of Villian" bullshit speech as last time, except this time he could feel Dabi's eyes on him, only glancing away when he made eye contact. The blonde girl, who had since introduced herself as Toga, had asked him a lot of questions. He had explained everything about himself from that he was trans and used He/Him pronouns to the fact that he liked strawberry ice cream. She was a very curios woman, apparently. He'd also learned a few things. Such as everyone's names, which Toga kindly repeated after he explained he had partial hearing loss because of his quirk, missed everything Shigaraki said and typically had to come up with nicknames because no one repeat their name. Which was nice. He'd also learn the league was very accepting of trans and gay people, he was very happy to know his captors weren't going to be asses about who he was at least. He hadn't seen much of Dabi since the initial speech, which everyone was present for. Bakugou found himself missing the talll man, then remembered that was ridiculous, he had no reason to care where Dabi was or wasn't. Yet still his mind kept wondering back to being carried away from those flames, feeling somehow safe in the arms of the enemy. He knew the burning building and the rescue from the window was all just a caculated effort to get a student, any student, to leave willingly. Somehow though he still couldn't shake the way Dabi had shushed others to keep him from stirring. The way he'd smiled at him, even if for just a moment. The way he'd cradled him in his strong arms. Bakugou blushed at the thought. He scolded himself for it, trying his very best to remember that these stupid feelings where dangerous.
Dabi lied on his bed, starring at the half painted, musty ceiling. He had gone to take a nap to try to recover some energy of the did the whole big bad guy join our league bullshit, but couldn't rest. He couldn't get Bakugou off of his mind. The way he felt, curled up in his arms. How soft his hair looked. How he smelled of caramel, and something fainter he couldn't identify. How his nose sniffled slightly in his sleep. The little murmurs that he made as he breathed. The slight coating of freckles that lined his collar bones, and how a symmetrical it was. The way his cherry eyes glowed violet in the firelight. How when his head leaned into Dabi's chest, if only for a brief moment, he never wanted it to leave. The way his body curved in and out ad every place it did. How beautiful his lips where, perfect for kissing- He knew it was wrong the way he was daydreaming about a man he'd help steal away from his own life, but still, he did. He couldn't help it, if you believe at love at first sight he'd caught it. He knew if he just waited for it to go away it eventually would, so he chose to sit in his room. Mentally indulging what could never be, avoiding the source of all this, and praying to a god he didn't believe in it would go away. Little did he know, Bakugou was currently questioning where he was, and doing some day dreaming of his own.
