Dabi

Home in his heart

A/N: This is just basically me rambling feat Dabi, but it's fluffy I guess

You were just staring at Dabi's sleeping face in the bed next to you. He'd fallen asleep probably an hour ago already, but you couldn't seem to sleep. You turned from your side to laying on your back and sighed deeply. You were just staring at the ceiling and wondering if you should tell him what you were feeling.

You knew it didn't matter much to Dabi how you were feeling, as long as you were available when he needed you for whatever he wanted. Be it for sex, being able to raid your fridge or to get some sleep at your place.

Your relationship was a bit of an odd one, you weren't exactly romantically involved, but you weren't friends or friends-with-benefits either. You didn't really know what you were, but you were pretty okay with the arrangement you had going on. Sure, maybe you wanted more sometimes, but you also knew he wasn't going to give it to you. Dabi wasn't exactly the type to just settle down or anything like that, and why would he? You knew he was living on borrowed time and there was nothing you could do about it, no matter how much you wanted to.

You knew how it would end for him, and while it made you sad, you knew you didn't have any say in the matter. He would get revenge on his father or die trying, either way it would be the end for him.

You turned back to your side so you were facing Dabi. He was still asleep and while you didn't want to wake him, you really wanted to talk to him right now.

"What am I doing?" you muttered and draped your arm over your eyes.

You decided to talk to the ceiling, since it would probably be a more reasonable conversational partner than Dabi anyway.

"He's been alone most of his life, and I would at least like to make sure he doesn't feel alone in the end. I want him to know I love him and that it wouldn't matter what happens to me, I would stand by his side if he'd let me" you sighed and reached your hands towards the ceiling.

"Could you shut the hell up, I'm trying to get some shut-eye" you heard Dabi mutter groggily from next to you, not even opening his eyes, just turning his back to you.

"Sorry" you whispered, turning beet red, which the darkness in the room luckily covered.

You weren't sure if he'd actually heard what you'd said, or if he'd just been stirred awake by it.

Dabi had been sleeping, but he'd woken up when you started talking. You were right though, he had been alone most of his life, but he didn't feel alone anymore. Not as long as he had you, not as long as he had the League. He had promised himself he wouldn't get attached when he met you, but it didn't matter. He developed feelings for you, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself he was just using you.

You weren't supposed to mean anything, you weren't supposed to become someone so dear to him, and you certainly weren't supposed to love him and he wasn't supposed to have these feelings for you. At some point you had wormed your way into his heart and made yourself a home there and there was nothing he could do about it.

He couldn't get rid of his feelings no matter how hard he had tried. He'd tried being a total asshole to you, hoping he could push you away and save you some heartbreak as his inevitable end drew nearer. Sure you got mad sometimes, but you still never told him to stay away, you never left him.

Dabi just wanted to get some sleep, thinking about these things made him feel like shit.