A fiery embrace

Trouble...the worst kind

The night was cool, with a gentle breeze carrying the scent of rain. The apartment felt too cramped, too suffocating, and Miyumi found herself drawn to the balcony like it was the only place she could breathe.

She stood by the railing, arms draped over the edge, the city glowing beneath her. The streets buzzed with distant life, but up here, everything felt far away—quiet enough to think, or maybe just get lost in her own head.

The sound of the sliding door behind her made her tense for a moment, but she didn't need to turn around to know who it was. 

"Couldn't sleep either?" Dabi's voice was low, rough like gravel, and far too close. 

Miyumi shook her head. "Nah. Too much going on in here." She tapped her temple. 

Dabi stepped up beside her, close enough that their arms brushed. "Yeah. Know the feeling." 

For a moment, they just stood there in silence, side by side, the hum of the city filling the space between them. But the quiet between them wasn't peaceful—it was charged, heavy with all the things they hadn't said, hadn't done.

Miyumi glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He was looking at the city, but there was something in his expression—something restless, like a man standing on the edge of a cliff, daring himself to jump. 

She bit her lip. "Dabi..." 

His gaze flicked to her, and the moment their eyes met, something shifted. 

**The Fall** 

Neither of them spoke. They didn't need to. The pull between them had been there for weeks—building, simmering beneath the surface, waiting for one of them to be reckless enough to give in. 

And tonight, Dabi decided to be reckless. 

He leaned in first—slowly, like he was giving her a chance to pull away. But Miyumi didn't move. She stayed perfectly still, her breath catching as he tilted his head, his lips brushing against hers in a way that felt more like a question than a kiss. 

The answer came when she kissed him back. 

It was hesitant at first—gentle, testing, like both of them were afraid of what they were getting into. But then something snapped, and all that tension, all those unsaid words, exploded between them. 

Dabi's hands were on her in an instant—grabbing her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. The kiss deepened, messy and desperate, like they were both drowning and the only way to survive was to cling to each other. 

Miyumi's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as if she could drag him into her. His lips were hot and insistent, a little rough, a little wild—just like him. 

He tasted like smoke and heat, like danger, and Miyumi couldn't get enough. 

**Messy Desperation** 

They stumbled backward, bumping into the railing, neither of them caring about balance or caution. Dabi's lips trailed down her jaw, along her neck, pressing kisses that were more bite than kiss. It wasn't careful. It wasn't neat. It was raw, desperate, like they'd both been starving for this. 

"Shit," Dabi muttered against her skin, his breath ragged. "You... drive me fucking crazy, you know that?" 

Miyumi let out a breathless laugh, her hands sliding down his back, feeling the tension coiled in his muscles. "Right back at you." 

His hands gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her skin like he was afraid she'd disappear if he let go. "You're trouble," he whispered, his voice low and rough against her ear. "The worst kind." 

Miyumi's heart pounded, every nerve in her body alight as she arched into him. "And yet here you are." 

Dabi let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against her throat. "Yeah. Guess I like trouble." 

**A Perfectly Imperfect Moment** 

The kiss that followed was even sloppier than the first—messy and urgent, their teeth bumping awkwardly, their hands everywhere at once. But neither of them cared. It wasn't about being perfect; it was about finally giving in to something they'd both been pretending didn't exist. 

The cool night air mixed with the heat between them, the city lights casting shadows across their tangled bodies. It felt reckless. It felt dangerous. 

And it felt perfect. 

For once, Dabi wasn't thinking about what came next—about consequences, about danger, about what they were supposed to be. All that mattered was the way Miyumi felt beneath his hands, the way her lips tasted against his, the way she looked at him like he was something more than just a broken man with too many scars. 

It was enough to make him forget—just for a little while. 

**The World Outside** 

They stayed like that for what felt like hours, wrapped up in each other, lost in the quiet chaos of the moment. 

Eventually, the need for air forced them to pull apart, both of them breathing hard, their foreheads pressed together as they tried to catch their breath. 

Miyumi was the first to break the silence, her voice soft and a little breathless. "What now?" 

Dabi gave a crooked grin, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "Now? Now we pretend none of this happened." 

Miyumi raised an eyebrow. "Think that'll work?" 

Dabi chuckled, low and rough. "Not a chance." 

She smiled, and for a moment, the weight of the world felt a little lighter. 

They stood there in silence for a little longer, the city buzzing quietly beneath them, the breeze tugging gently at their clothes. 

It wasn't perfect. It was messy and complicated, and it would probably end in disaster. 

But for now, it was enough. 

And maybe, just maybe, that was all they needed.