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————————————————————— don't you love some good ole angst? ;)
𝐲𝐨𝐮
nights later, i sat in my living room, the quiet wrapping around me like a weighted blanket. the day had been long, filled with projects and meetings, but now, the silence brought no comfort. instead, it stirred up thoughts i'd been avoiding—memories, regrets, questions that gnawed at the edges of my mind.
"i need a bath," i mumbled, setting down my tablet and making my way to the bathroom.
the warm water did little to wash away the unease that had settled deep in my chest. wrapping myself in a soft silky robe, i padded back to my room, hoping to find some clarity or at least a moment's peace. i sat at my vanity, brushing through my damp hair, but my mind couldn't escape the pull of the past.
touya. dabi.
it had been weeks since i last saw him. in all that time, i had tried to brace myself for this eventuality—for the day when we'd stand face to face again. i thought i was ready. yet, part of me wanted this. i needed to see him, to understand the twisted mess that connected us, even if it hurt. even if it was dangerous.
a noise echoed from downstairs—heavy, deliberate footsteps. my heart stuttered. i didn't need to wonder who it was.
dabi had come back.
i gripped the hairbrush tightly, taking a deep breath. i had to be ready, no matter what this encounter would bring.
𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐢
i moved through her house, the frustration growing with each empty room i passed. kitchen, living room, guest bedroom—each one vacant, each one stoking the fire inside me. my patience was burning out.
"where the hell is she?" i muttered, irritation laced with something i couldn't name. something unsettled.
finally, i reached her bedroom. i shoved the door open without hesitation, and there she was—sitting at her vanity, her back to me, as if she hadn't even noticed i'd stormed through her house like a damn hurricane.
"you're not easy to find," i growled, the impatience clear in my voice, but there was something else under it. something i wasn't ready to face.
she turned slowly, meeting my gaze with a calmness that knocked me off balance. how could she be so steady? didn't she remember what i did to her?
"i was just taking a bath. dabi," she said, her voice low and even, the sound of it clawing into parts of me i thought i'd buried. "what made you come here tonight?"
my eyes dragged over her, taking in the soft robe clinging to her damp skin, exposing just enough to make my breath hitch. for a moment, i was mesmerized by her, unable to look away from the way the robe accentuated her curves and the soft glow of her skin.
