Fire & Ice- Dabi FanFiction

Part 16: Exposure

***Heavy Fluff Warning. Sigh, I know, I know this took wayyy too long to get to but what can I say? You guys had to work your shit out first XD. Enjoy ;) Also also the last chapter was the last one about drug abuse.***

You blink the tears out of your eyes convinced you were seeing things. No, no you weren't. As Dabi keeps you pinned under him on the bathroom floor, he looked scared. What was he scared of? He was always the one who seemed like walking away was something he could live with. He was always the one who kept his distance and gave you the cold shoulder. Why the hell was he looking at you like that? You glare at him and spit the words out.

"You think I would have put up with your cruel attitude, harsh words, and fear you'd leave me because I don't feel something for you? Do you really think this fucking conversation is happening because of me? No, I buried my feelings when Touya stood in front of me and told me he was dead. How am I supposed to think you give a shit about me when this is the first time in over a year that you acted as if I mattered?"

Dabi lets you go standing up and shoving his hands in his pockets. He walks out of the bathroom quietly speaking to you as he goes.

"Clean yourself up, and get rid of that shit."

You sit up rubbing your wrist, noticing the bruise from Dabi holding it too tightly. You mutter to yourself as you stand up.

"Yeah, why would we have a conversation that went somewhere?"

You clean up the bathroom meticulously, and since you were still high every spot was bothering you. You scrub at the floor until your hands were sore. You get up walk over to the sink and pull open the cabinet. You open the false door and glare at the small bags. You pick them up feeling your hands shake slightly. It seemed easier to get rid of it now because it was in your veins. You sigh and open them dumping them in the sink and turning on the water. If I have to choose Dabi, I'll always choose you. I just wish you could be a bit more patient with me. You watch the water wash away that evil drug. You nod and throw the rest of the items away and take the trash bag out of the can. You open the door and walk across the room to the door in the kitchen. You look around noticing Dabi was on the couch. You look at him curiously before continuing across the room.

"Where are you going?"

His deep voice sets you on edge. Even though he wasn't lashing out, you knew he was pissed.

"I'm taking the trash out."

He goes quiet not questioning you further as you walk out the door.

You walk back into the house, closing the door behind you quietly. You let out a sigh and decide to try and talk to him again. It was clear there was a lot you weren't telling each other. And all the pent-up emotions kept causing you guys to fight. You step into the room leaning on the doorframe as you speak. Remembering to keep your tone neutral so this doesn't escalate.

"You asked me if I didn't want you. Of course, I do, you are my best friend and a very precious person to me. But I need to figure out my shit with you helping, not you doing it for me. I want to be the best I can be."

Dabi sighs and sits up looking at you dully. His voice was harsh and full of irritation.

"What do you want from me?"

"For you to be understanding?"

"You have any idea, even a sliver of a clue of what you put me through?! I've been patient, I've been understanding; but what just happened? NO, THAT'S THE FUCKING LINE AIKO!"

"What I put you through!? WHAT I PUT YOU THROUGH!!!? Are you fucking serious!?"

"Why didn't you tell me!? You said you'd at least warn me that I might come home to you dying on the fucking bathroom floor!"

You look at the ground darkly trying to stay calm. Dabi gets up and walks over to you as he speaks.

"I cannot fucking believe you."

"I'm fucking sorry!"

Dabi slams his arm above your head as he yells at you.

"SORRY DOESN'T CUT IT!"

You look into his eyes absorbing all his rage. You accepted it, he hated you, and he was done dealing with you. You've always known this would happen; no matter your efforts you are only good for one thing, and that's hurting people.

He clenches his jaw as he tries to hold back.

"I'm not fucking leaving you Aiko."

"Why not? I deserve it, you should walk out that door and never look back."

You whisper out as the tears leak out of your eyes. Dabi looks into your eyes, and something other than anger flashes over them.

"Because I fucking love you!"

He aggressively kisses you grabbing your shoulders and squeezing them. He burns your skin with his touch and bites your bottom lip. He shoves his tongue in your mouth as he kisses you roughly. He pulls away slightly out of breath as he looks into your eyes.

"Cut me, drug me, set me on fire, I'd take anything over watching you hurt yourself. So stop fucking doing it, I can't watch you do this anymore."

You look back into his eyes sadly, his words cutting right through you. You grab his shirt and pull his lips back on yours. You kiss him roughly pressing yourself on him as your hands wander through his hair. He grunts loudly as he kisses you back. He grabs your thighs and pulls you up onto his waist as he moves his lips to your collarbone. Your eyes roll back in your head as Dabi kisses your skin softly. You wrap your hands around his neck holding yourself close to him. You let out a soft sigh causing Dabi to growl as he holds back. He carries you to the couch, throwing you down and crawling over you. He kisses your neck as his hand slides up your shirt. You feel his hand heat up as he starts to get excited. He pulls away looking down at you as he pants softly.

"If you don't want this you better tell me before I can't stop."

You blush as you grab his belt pulling him closer. He smirks and kisses your lips aggressively, pushing your shirt up. He moves down kissing your stomach as he squeezes your hips. You let out a soft moan causing Dabi to sigh. He licks up your body to your bra and kisses the top of your breasts. He pulls his shirt off and throws it to the floor. Your eyes wander over his body, it was the first time you'd seen him shirtless since he was hurt. You bite your lip as your eyes wander over his physique. His abs and chest formed perfectly like a model. Despite the scars, which you didn't even mind, his body was perfect. You reach your hand up feeling his uneven skin under your fingertips. You smile as you feel him shutter under your touch. He picks up the chain around your neck and wraps it around his hand. He pulls you up onto your knees and puts your lips on his. His other hand wanders over your spine to your bra. He works your bra off as your hands wander over his chest. You tuck your fingertips into his pants causing him to throw you back down. He grabs your shirt pulls it off and slides the straps of your bra off your arms. He throws them on the floor as his eyes wander over your chest. You blush and try to hide your face. Dabi smirks and pulls your hands away from your face, pinning them next to your head.

"Don't get shy on me yet, I haven't even made you scream."

You squirm under him feeling the embarrassment fill you up. Dabi leans in licking your neck and lets your hands go.

"You better tell me if you can't handle it."

***It's the little details of writing that make it so much fun. Like how Dabi only ever refers to Aiko as home. For instants, he only calls the house home if he's coming home to her.***