His, and His Only

8

The next morning I woke up to the smell of coffee brewing. I opened my eyes to see Dabi in black suit pants and an open white button down shirt with his tie loosely hanging on his neck. He smiled at me from the kitchen counter, "did you sleep well?" he asked as he walked over with a cup and set it down on the nightstand next to me. He sat down by me and took a quick sip.

"Yes, I did," I smiled back with a nod and sat up, I let out a soft yawn and grabbed the cup.

"It's still hot, and I didn't know if you wanted sugar or not," he said and handed me the small packet, "here."

"I usually like black coffee with a little bit of sugar," I said and poured some of it in. "Thank you."

"I uh, I've got to do some work today," he explained, taking another sip of his coffee, "if you want to, you can stay here, the room is paid for in advanced and housekeeping won't bother you, I already requested privacy."

"Sure, I'll wait for you to get back," I said with a slight blush and blew on my coffee cup, while stirring the sugar in.

"I'd like that," he said with a big smile, then placed his cup on the table, pulling my cup out of my hand, placing it next to his and grabbing my chin for a soft kiss. When he pulled away he looked into my eyes, "you're dangerous, you know that?" He asked with a small chuckle.

"Only a little bit," I chuckled back and gave him a kiss while cupping his face.

"Good little rabbit," he said and stood up, "I'll probably be back really late so don't stay up waiting for me, okay? You should get more sleep anyways."

"Okay," I said and looked down, hiding my bigger blush.

He's being ridiculously sweet to me, I usually don't trust this much kindness because people will take advantage of you... but, I trust him. I really do.

I feel it in my heart that he won't hurt me.

Dabi got finished getting dressed, packing his pistol in his shoulder sling and giving me another kiss before he walked out, "if anyone knocks, don't answer, I have my key and no one should be coming here today," he cautioned.

"Right, I won't let anyone in," I said and gave him a hug, he hugged me back and kissed the top of my head, then he left the room.

I wonder what I can do here to keep myself busy, or entertained. I do need more sleep but after some coffee I will admit I'm more awake. I took a quick look around the room and noticed his clothing and items were scattered everywhere.

This can't be easy for him to focus if his belongings are all over the place. I'm sure he won't be upset if I organize a little for him.

I started with his clothing and organized the dirty ones and the clean ones, folding the clean and setting them neatly in the closet, on the hangers, and on the shelves. I placed the dirty clothes into the hamper and looked at his weapons.

The only reason why I won't organize those items is because weapons are; one, personal to each owner.

Two, they could be in their places for a reason.

Three, my fingerprints don't need to be on them for any reason.

I moved some of the books he had and placed them neatly on the desk, organized the hotel receipts. When I got to the kitchen area I organized the food and drinks in the kitchen, washed the dishes and cleaned the surfaces until they were squeaky clean. I sighed when I was finished and decided to take a quick shower to get the sweat off.