Me and the Devil

Savior

//Hey hey, how have you been? Well I hope. I finished this one, so I am doing a mass upload. Sorry I've been MIA, life made me its bitch for a while. I hope you enjoy~//

When Chise exited the shower and returned to her room, Dabi was gone. The sun would set soon, meaning he was probably following orders. She made a simple dinner and sat down, turning on a movie. It was odd, but she was enjoying being alone, relaxing in the quietness. She hoped Haru was enjoying himself.
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She wasn't sure when she fell asleep, but, her buzzing phone woke her up. "Hello," she groggily answered.

"Ah Chise," Compress happily said, "We require your assistance."

Her eye twitched, "We?"

"Uh, yes...we," he cleared his throat, "If you wouldn't mind opening the back door..."

"Dammit all....gimme a sec." She hung up the phone and sighed, standing to her feet. She reached over and pulled an oversized sweatshirt over her head, going down the stairs. Popping open the back door, her eyes landed on a struggling Compress and unconscious Dabi. He flashed a brilliant smile under his mask, "Our savior."

Chise sighed, "Come on before someone sees you.."

Compress carried him in and laid him on the cot in the back room. Chise grabbed the first aid kit, "Who got a hold of you?"

"Just a couple of low grade sidekicks," Compress caught his breath, "But, they caught us off guard..."

"You're not getting enough rest," she scolded, "You can't be at your best if you aren't taking care of yourselves." She walked over to him, "Take off your mask."

"I don't think-"

Her green eyes narrowed, "You woke me up from my nap..." He chuckled and complied. She dabbed the cut on his head, checking to see how deep it was. "Why do you dress like this?"

Compress began to explain his family line. How his grandfather was a Robin Hood, stealing and giving to the poor. He wanted to bring down the system that creates class wars and praises the rich. Chise knew that all too well.

Once she was finished with Compress, she turned her attention to Dabi, removing his coat quietly. Her eyes scanned the various cuts and forming bruises. Wasting no time, she began to clean and dress them. Compress watched quietly. Her aura was so peaceful it made him relax against the wall. Chise was finishing when blue eyes fluttered open, "Fuck my head."

Chise placed her hand over his eyes, shielding them from the light, "Yeah, you got your ass handed to you."

"Shut up," Dabi softly spat, "we're exhausted." 

"I know you are," her voice was soft and even, "Get some rest."

Compress smirked. It was interesting seeing how the blue devil acted with her. He kept his steel composure, but there was a softness in him. Chise held her own against him. A blanket was tossed at his feet, "You can rest in a booth...or cuddle with flame head..."

Dabi flipped them off, keeping his eyes closed, "Go to hell."

"Already there," she snapped back, "Stay outta my booze."

Dabi smirked as her footsteps faded. He slowly sat up and reached for a bottle. Compress stood and chuckled, "Do you think that's wise?"

"No, but I don't give a fuck either way."

"That or you enjoy the rise," the man walked through the door and into the bar. He yawned and settled into a booth, exhaustion hit him as he closed his eyes.

Chise sat in her bed, texting her brother about his day, smiling that he was having a good time. It was hard being away from him, but, he needed to socialize with other children as well. She felt a presence in her doorway. Green met a blazing blue, "What?"

"Next time don't open the door."

She scoffed and set down her phone, "I'm pretty sure I'll do as I please."

He tilted his head, "Don't let him in here again."

"Now I have to give him a key."

He strode over to her and gripped her shirt collar, "I'm not fuckin around."

"I suggest you collect yourself," her voice was soft, "what has you so on edge?"

"It doesn't matter."

A smirk tugged at her lips, "Are you jealous?"

"Don't fucking flatter yourself."

"You are," her hand gently sat on his wrist, "what, you think some fucked up looking clown can steal me away?"

"Shut up," he sneered in her face, "I'll turn you to ash."

"No you won't," her hand slowly traced up his arm, "stop being an ass and come to bed."

"No."

Chise rolled her eyes, "You're so stubborn." She grabbed his shirt and pulled their lips together, "You need rest."

His lips met hers again in a dominating kiss. Chise kept her grip on his shirt, forcing him to give in. A burning pain on her side made her suck in a breath, breaking their contact. His leaned down into her ear, "I don't share...do you understand?" His hand slid up and around her neck, his palm was threateningly warm, "You're mine."

Chise's hands rested calmly on his arms, "Noted."

Dabi leaned down and placed another deep kiss on her lips, "I'm tired."

She reached up and moved his hand, laying his head against her chest, "Then rest. If anyone calls, I'll tell them to fuck off."

Dabi shed his shirt and laid against her taking a deep breath, his hand wound under her shirt, against her skin. Chise closed her eyes, letting him relax and settle.
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Compress woke and stretched tiredly. Even though he slept in a bar booth, it was nice to not sleep in a dirty warehouse. He neatly folded up the blanket and went to check on Dabi, only to find him missing. A smirk crossed his features. He had a hunch of where Dabi had snuck off to.

Upon further inspection, he found Dabi sprawled on top of Chise in her bed. Not in a sexual way, but, in a comforting way. His face was buried into her hair, his arms were wrapped underneath her for warmth. Her arms rested quietly around his shoulders as she slept peacefully, unaware that one of the most dangerous men in Japan was the one keeping her warm. Compress was surprised. He didn't know Dabi had this side to him.

He turned and made his way quietly, unaware of the piercing blue eyes that shot open hearing movement.