𝘗𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 // 𝘚𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭

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"I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone."
- J.R.R. Tolkien
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3 months Later

Dabi's turquoise blue eyes stared at your exhausted frame, which was currently sprawled across the couch. You had spent the past two days awake, cleaning the entirety of the house.

It smelled of fresh lemon and vanilla from the candles you were burning, and your entire body ached. Dabi was trying to form words with his mouth, but he was having difficulty. You helped him in the process of regaining his strength and trying to talk again, and he was getting better, but it would take some more work.

"...fuck," he mumbled hoarsely, making your head slightly raise from the pillow.

"Jeez, Dabs...you hungry?" You asked as he looked down at his fingers, softly flexing them.

"...yes," he said as you sat up with a grunt, cracking your neck. You stood up, stretching and moving past Dabi, stopping in your tracks as you felt a smack to your behind. You whipped your head around to see Dabi's eyes boring into you with no shame.

"Little fucker...I'm not wheeling you, you need to build your strength," you said, staring about 10 feet away from him, neither of you moving. You stared at him with your arms folded and he stared at you back, arms remaining on the armrests of his wheelchair.

"You gonna come over here or what?" You asked as he shook his head 'No'. You smacked your lips and rolled your eyes, walking over to him. As soon as you were within reaching distance, Dabi caught you off guard by snatching you by your waist onto his lap.

"WH-hey, what the fuck?!" You exclaimed as you could tell Dabi was smirking underneath his bandages. He then leaned forward like he was trying to tell you something.

"...dick...still works...babe," he mumbled in your ear as you snorted, laughing and shaking your head, getting up off of him.

"You're a nutjob, dude," you said as he wheeled alongside you to the kitchen counter, watching you grab ingredients for breakfast. Dabi laid his head on the counter, watching you move around.

He noticed you didn't have a bra on, something poking through your top. He steadily reached his hand up, his finger slightly grazing your nipple.

"...tits," he muttered as you looked down at what he was pointing at. You remembered you got your nipples pierced by a fellow patient at Sakaro. Sure, it wasn't the safest, but you hadn't caught an infection, plus the piercings she crafted were gorgeous, them being little crescent moon shapes.

The only downside was that she drew exact replicas of your pierced boobs for months and left them under your cell door.

"Oh yeah, got these while I was inside," you spoke, mixing the butter in the grits, and flipping the seasoned shrimp. Dabi sat silently before wheeling himself forward, slightly bumping into you.

"Huh?" You looked down, seeing Dabi looking down at his feet. This signaled he wanted to try walking again. You turned off the burners and put the food together before wheeling him to the staircase area, which had a lot of space for walking practice.

"Ok, you ready?" You asked, going about 100 feet away from him. He placed his hands on the armrests of his wheelchair, wobbling a little as he stood.

"Remember, if you fall, I'll catch you," you said as he looked up at you. He hastily took a step forward but he caught himself. He grunted in frustration before taking a few more steps forward and he slipped, a gasp escaped from his mouth and you shot out your puppet strings, them quickly shooting up and wrapping across the chandelier and around his waist to hold him up from the ground before he fell.