Maybe We'll fix Each Other

Chapter 51

"I'm really starting to hate it here," Dabi grumbled as he stared at himself in the mirror.

"Ah, shut up," Keigo dismissed. "You look fine."

Dabi reached his hand up and tugged lightly on his shirt collar. Aizawa had been adamant that he actually wear a full suit and tie this time.

Keigo finished up fixing his hair and went back out to the living room. The sounds of conversation drifted into the bathroom where Dabi lingered. Maybe if he just stayed there then everything would be fine.

With a deep breath to collect himself, Dabi shook his head before trailing after Keigo.

Aizawa and Nighteye were talking together in the kitchen, while Keigo stood behind the couch where Shoto and Natsuo were sitting. Midnight had offered to stay and watch Eri today, and Dabi could hear them playing with her stuffed animals off in her room.

"There you are," came a quiet voice.

Dabi turned his head to the side and raised an eyebrow at Fuyumi. She gave him a soft smile.

He averted his eyes and chose not to respond. Things still felt a bit fragile between the two of them, but after the hearing they'd felt...closer. More like what they'd had when they were kids. His attention was drawn back to her when she stepped in front of him.

She let out a huff and lifted her hands, adjusting his tie.

"Remind me to teach you how to do this correctly," she said with amusement.

Dabi rolled his eyes and lifted his chin slightly to make it easier for her to fix it.

"It may shock you to know I've never actually worn a tie before," he drawled. He felt like he looked stupid.

Fuyumi held back a smile as she finished redoing the knot.

"Completely shocked." She reached up and folded his collar down, then adjusted his jacket lapels before taking her hands back, satisfied.

"You look handsome, Touya," Fuyumi said kindly, not able to keep the smile back anymore. "Though your hair would probably appreciate a brush right about now."

Dabi snorted in amusement, lifting a hand to try and pat down his unruly white hair. Yeah, that wasn't happening any time soon.

"I look like I'm going to my own funeral," he grumbled.

Fuyumi seemed to hesitate before she replied. "We'll win this."

Dabi huffed. "What makes you so confident?" he jabbed.

To her credit, she didn't react other than sending him a level look. "Since when are you not?" she asked. "You've always gone into everything with all that you have."

Dabi's eyes flicked towards the couch, where Shoto wore the faintest of smiles while Natsuo laughed and punched Keigo on the arm. Fuyumi followed his gaze, and her expression clicked with realization.

"None of us will let him get Sho, Touya," she said quietly. "You'd never let him."

Dabi's face twitched with irritation.

"Yeah, 'cause I did such a great job of that before."

"You were a kid," Fuyumi pressed. "We all were."

There it is, Dabi thought harshly. She doesn't fucking get it.

She reached a hand out and her fingers brushed his elbow before he jerked it away from her.

"Stop it, Yumi," he hissed sharply. She froze and pulled her hand back, eyes wide. His anger bristled as heat thrummed along his skin. She didn't know what the hell she was talking about. If he...if he messed things up for Shoto now, then he–