Angel of Death - [[Villain OC FanFic]]

Demons (part 1)

It had already been a few days since Dabi and Yuka left the theater. Their first few days of freedom had been... interesting to say the least. Now that they were finally on their own, they could let loose without worrying about hiding from the others. They spent most of their time wrapped up in each other's arms. There was just this undeniable pull between them, and Yuka was more than willing to lose herself in Dabi's arms. Being with him was a relief from the pain of her past, and it seemed as though Dabi shared that sentiment. From what she had seen up until now, it seemed as though Dabi also shared in the relief that she felt when they were together. They both carried ghosts from their pasts, but being in each other's company made those burdens a little easier to bear.

Not all was perfect, of course. Most of their quality time happened in the evenings. During the day, Dabi was hardly ever at his place. He would often disappear in the early hours of the day, presumably to check in on old contacts and to scope out new talent for the League. They had a mission, after all. Yuka, admittedly, found herself lacking in contacts after leaving the Shie Hassaikai. She had been flying solo up until she joined up with the League. Giran was one of the few links she had to her old life. The rest presumed her dead alongside her father, an issue that put her in a bit of a tight spot now that they were on the hunt for new blood. But she held out hope that she would find someone worthy regardless of her circumstances.

After spending a few days searching for recruits, Yuka was woken up one morning by the buzzing of her cell phone on the nightstand. Groggily, she fumbled for the device, squinting at the screen only to see Giran's name flashing on it. Perplexed, she answered the call, pressing the phone to her ear.

"Giran..." she answered in a tired voice.

"Morning, sleepyhead," he replied in an amused tone. "I need your help with something. Think you can meet me in a few hours so we can discuss the details?"

Yuka sat up in the bed, listening to his proposition. She rubbed one of her eyes tiredly, pondering to herself what had prompted him to ask her for help.

"Sure," she replied. "I can come and-"

"Mmmmh, who are you talking to, babe?"

Yuka was startled by the sound of Dabi's voice coming from the other side of the bed. She hadn't expected him to be there since he was usually gone by this hour. For some unknown reason, he had decided to sleep in this morning, and had rolled over to see what she was doing.

"Umm..." Yuka stammered, caught off guard by Dabi's question.

Giran's laughter echoed through the phone. "I see you have company," he remarked with amusement.

Yuka felt her cheeks flush crimson. Before she could gather her thoughts, Dabi leaned over her shoulder to nuzzle her neck.

"Come back to bed, sweetheart..." he responded sleepily, his lips brushing against her ear.

Another chuckle from Giran made Yuka let out an exasperated sigh, closing her eyes for a moment to collect herself.

"For fuck's sake..." she sighed in annoyance. "Just... give me a second, Dabi!"

Giran's laughter rang through the phone again. "Since you've got Dabi with you, why don't you both come down and lend me a hand? I could use an extra pair of hands dealing with this situation I've found myself in."

Yuka shot Dabi a frustrated glance, silently cursing his timing. "Fine! Just give us the location."

As expected, Giran gave her directions to a nearby bar where he wanted them to meet in a couple of hours. After exchanging a few more words with Giran, Yuka hung up and placed her phone back on the nightstand. She turned to find Dabi still drapped across her back with a mischievous grin plastered across his face.