Bakugou had been convinced by the third day to switch allegiances. It wasn't a hard decision by then, after all. Unlike at UA, these people actually seemed to see him as a person not a soldier. They treated him well, gendered him properly, they even tried their best to help him hear everything, instead of treating him poorly for it. At school, he'd been told to hide so much about himself, but here, in this dingy abandoned building on the bad side of town, he'd been freer than ever before. He had been assigned a room, it was bit bigger than his dorm, and much dirtier. He had never liked dirt or bugs, so he chose to clean it. It didn't take much work, though Toga had helped him. She had been quite the friend over the past few days, excited to have another teenager around. He sat on his bed, still damp from being scrubbed with cleaner. It wasn't much, just an frameless mattress, a sheet and fluffy blanket. There was two pillows, one was a throw pillow, the other normal. The rest of the room was similarly plain, a dresser that had to be coated in poisons and scrubbed of dead roaches. A mirror swinging precariously on a couple nails, a matted carpet Toga had helped him soak with poison, then with soap, then with water, then dry. They had taken down the stained wallpaper entirely, and he had been pleasantly surprised by the sandy wood underneath. It was nice room with a little bit of work. He had spent the rest of his time talking with and getting to know everyone, except for Dabi, who was strangely absent. It was apparently out of the ordinary for him, or at least that's what everyone seemed to think, as they all kept pointing it out. He had certainly noticed just fine on his own. He was worried it was his fault, scanning his mind for what he could have possibly done.
Dabi sat in his room, curled up in bed, dreading getting up. He had thought he ha everything figured out. He would indulge this little crush in his mind for a bit, then Bakugou would get whisked away by the heroes again, and he'd forget all about him eventually. However, the heroes never came, Bakugou was staying here, and he would be miserable. In love with someone who would have no reason to want him back. Bakugou was perfect, and he was not. He was disgusting. At some point he found himself crying over the beautiful man. Lying in bed, sadly. Remembering how he slept in his arms, wishing they could have stayed that way for eternity. He cried, realizing he had no chance, because he was a monster, and Bakugou was an angel. He sobbed silently, because he would have to endure the torture of being in love with a man he could never have. It hurt so much he could feel his heart literally breaking in two, he felt so sick.
Thats when he heard the knock at his door.
"Dabi, I know you're in there. Can we talk?" The voice of the man he had fallen for so quickly called out, sounding almost scared. "Please? " He said, speaking softer than before. Dabi quickly hurried over and opened the door a crack, after quickly wiping the tears off his face. He hoped his eyes weren't too red. His faded turquoise eyes met ones of a glowing cherry red.
"Did I do something wrong? Do you hate me?" The blonde man said. Hate him? What in gods name did he do to make him think that? Why would he feel that way-
His thoughts where interrupted when a shiny tear dripped down Bakugou's beautiful face. Then another. Then another and another, until he was outright crying. He looked up at him and asked him more forcefully this time.
"Do you hate me?" He asked. Dabi paused for a moment, considering how he should answer, before finally going for a flat, calm no. This earned him a smile for a moment, then Dabi did something he knew he'd probably regret. He hugged the crying man in his arms, expecting to be pushed away. For some reason he let him hold him, even as they step inside and he shut the door.
Bakugou had finally returned to Dabi's arms, and this time he was not letting go. Crying into this man's chest. Eventually he felt Dabi's tears softly drift into his hair, he glanced up and saw he was crying as well. He found himself leaning closer to Dabi's face, expecting to be pushed away, but instead in mere moments Dabi' face was so close to his they had to turn their heads not to bump noses.
"Can I kiss you?" Dabi muttered softly, this being all the permission Bakugou needed, he moved his head forward, allowing their lips to collide. They stayed standing there in each others arms, the rest of the world a far away land long forgotten for what felt like an eternity. Till eventually Dabi pulled away, staring down at him. After a moment he lifted him up, and Bakugou wrapped his legs around Dabi's waste.
Dabi shoved him against the wall, be rough yet just gentle enough it didn't hurt. He slid his tongue in Bakugou's mouth, exploring every detail. Saliva connect their two tongues when he pulled away and moved down, kissing Bakugou's neck. He whimpered at the feeling of wet lips caressing his soft neck. Dabi bit him gently. He softly moaned his name. So he continued, covering the blonde man's neck with bites and kisses. Earning him a barrage of gentle whimpers and moans. At this point Dabi was so aroused he might literally die. The noises the small man in his arms where making might be the prettiest thing he had ever heard. Dabi slid one hand up Bakugou's shirt, and whispered asking if it was okay. Bakugou nodded, and informed him he could call him Katsuki if he wanted. Dabi happily obliged. He slowly caressed the smaller boys chest with his hands, supporting his body by using his waste to push the other against the wall. He tenderly pinched and pulled at Katsuki's nipples. He returned to softly kissing him, Katsuki whimpered into his lips. They made out and talked off and on for hours, until Dabi realized people would ask questions if they missed dinner. They walked down the hall holding hands, letting go before they saw anyone. They had agreed to keep this..whatever it was..a secret. Before they walked into the main room Bakugou whispered something to the affect of "come by my room later" and he blushed, excited at this new normal. Having somehow fallen deeper in love than before, with this beautiful, kind blonde man.
