𝕍𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟 ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖 |𝔻𝕒𝕓𝕚 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣|

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟

You didn't recognize him at first. He looked so different...But you would know him anywhere. But this couldn't be happening, there was no way. This was just some cruel joke. Another dream. Why else would he be here in front of you now? Yeah. This was some sort of joke, a dream. But if this was a dream, it must have been a lucid one. And you were going to enjoy it while you could. There he stood before you. He was wearing different clothing, though he kept his normal black aesthetic. He wore ripped jeans with a tight black shirt. But the most noticeable difference, was his hair. It was white, instead of it's usual black.

"Hey sweetheart."

Those simple words brought tears to your eyes. This was beyond cruel.

You took a step closer to Dabi, you put your hands on his cheeks. Dabi closed his eyes, melting under your touch. Oh how he missed it. How he missed you. He felt so real, you could feel the roughness of his scars. You still didn't mind it. "You...you look so different from before." You say softly. Dabi chuckled, eyes open again. "Had to change my look so no one gets suspicious." You sigh and move your hands away. "I'd like to wake up now." You sniffle. "This is...it's not fair."

"Hate to break it to you sweetheart. But this isn't a dream. What? You been dreaming about me lately?" He smirks. You nod. "Almost every night. I miss you so much Dabi. I miss you so much, it hurts. I hate this feeling." Dabi's smirk fell as he heard that. "Y/n. Look at me." He took your chin. "Look at me...I'm real. I'm right here." You felt the tears fall from your eyes.  Dabi hugged you tightly, you gasp lightly. "And I'm never going to leave you again. I promise." You slowly move your arms to hug him back, you held him tight, expecting him to disappear like he always would.

But he didn't.

You pulled back to look at him. "You're real...you're really here?" Dabi nods. "As real as it gets." Joy overwhelmed you, and you couldn't stop yourself from tackling Dabi in another hug, nearly knocking him over. "Whoa! Damn, you almost-" You cut Dabi off by suddenly kissing him, taking him by surprise. You pulled back and put your hands on his face once again. "It's really you! I thought I'd never see you again!"

"Y/n...you just..." Dabi trailed off. Your cheeks heated up slightly. "Yeah, I did. I'm sorry."

"Ha! Don't be, I loved that." You chuckle and shook your head. "No, I'm sorry that I didn't return the feeling back then. I didn't know, and when I did finally realized it...it was too late."

"So this means you, you like me too?" Dabi asks. You nod your head. "I do. Sorry for not saying anything sooner." Dabi pulled you in for another kiss. "Stop apologizing." He said before kissing you again. You melted into the kiss, relishing in the feel of Dabi's lips against yours. Sure, it was nice when you dreamt about it, but to actually have it happen, to actually feel it. It was heavenly. Dabi lead you further into the house, shutting the door behind him. You gasp as he picked you up, your arms and legs wrapped around him instinctively. 

He walked up the stairs and into your bedroom. He breaks the kiss to lay you down on your bed, hovering above you, hands on each side of your head. "Is this ok?" He asks softly. You felt your heart beating wildly. You nod your head. "I need a verbal answer sweetheart." He says, lips inches away from your neck. 

"Yes, please Dabi..."  Dabi smirked, placing a soft kiss on your neck before moving away. "I think I want you to call me by my real name." You look at him, eyes slightly wide. "Are you sure?" You ask. Dabi nods. "I want to hear it from you. Only you." Your heart fluttered at his words. Even when he told you his real name, you still called him Dabi. Unsure if he was comfortable with you using his real name or not. But now that you had the ok, you would never stop using it.

 "Toya." 

Dabi lowered his face and hid it in your neck. You shivered as you felt him speak against your flesh. "God, it sounds amazing coming from you. Say it again." You gasp out his name as you felt his hand snaking up your shirt.