You and Me

Deku and Dabi

  Dabi sat on the couch thinking to himself. He was thinking about the boy who's been on his mind for the longest time: Deku. He still doesn't understand how one simple event can make him start to channel love and sexual urges on the younger one, but he didn't really care. The boy would submit to him someday. Or he'd have no choice.

Dabi looked at a small photo, which was a photo of Deku of course, reaching under the dinner table to get something dropped, and Dabi oddly then decided to snap the photo. If he ever gets a hard on he'll have an actual picture of Deku. He wouldn't have to imagine fucking him with no mercy and Deku begging him to stop. The thought of so made him smirk. When he wasn't getting pissed at every other person, these personal things were great to think of. Then Toga entered the room. "Hiya Dabi!" she smiled skipping over to him, she leaned over his shoulder and her gaze met with the picture. "Hey.. uh.. Dabi, what's up with the picture of Deku-kun's ass??" she inquired.

Dabi smirked at said question.

Toga frowned. "If Deku-kun sees this, he'll kill you! And then I'll have to find you two and punish you both!"

Dabi looked at her. "Uhm, being locked in a dark closet with Deku doesn't sound good on either of our sides, because in the dark I seem to lack control over myself.."

Toga winced all while smiling an uneasy smile. "Ok Dabi!" and she ran back upstairs.

  Dabi sat at the desk in his room. The walls were painted dark royal purple, while his bed had purple silk sheets and a black comforter. He was sadly thinking of kind, non-pervy ways to get Deku to like him. Just as a friend now. Being nice and kind really was a struggle for him, ecen when it was kindness to the boy he admires and wants oh so badly. He also takes note that Deku is the not the romantic type, and was sure Deku was into men. How did he know this? Well let's just say Dabi caught him in an erotic position in his bed. Maybe food? Or a date? Seeing Deku genuinely happy and not holding a scowl on his face would be nice. He can almost imagine the boy smiling innocently up at him. The plump cheeks and pink lips, and by the end of the night, he'd be leaning for a kiss. And further into the night, fucking Deku with all the passion in his non-existient heart. Hm, maybe Deku likes dancing. Just no touching and no pervy comments. Yeah, this could work. He thinks. Dabi went into one of his boxes and grabed a record with classical music. He took it downstairs and set it carefully into the record player, and rushed upstairs to Deku's room. He knocked on the door.

  Deku opened the door and rose an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

  Dabi motioned for Deku to follow him downstairs, and Deku followed. "What do you want?" Deku asked.

  "One dance."

  "No."

  Dabi frowned looking Deku in his dull green eyes. "Why not?"

  Deku faced away, "I can't trust you." he said.

  The raven grunted and went over to the record player. "Hey, what did I—" Deku was cut off when a soft melody on a harp came through his ears. His body was less tense and he calmed.

  "You calmed down." Dabi said smirking slightly. All he got was a grunt in response.

  Note: Deku likes calm music

  Dabi took Deku's stillness for granted and grabbed his hands. Deku, being out of it, laced his fingers with Dabi's and glared up into icy blue eyes. The next thing Deku knew, he was willingly dancing with Dabi. This music... it's unhealthy. Deku found it difficult to keep up his glare and looked away with an embarrassed look. Maybe after this things will change?? No! What was he thinking? Who knew being the one playing Hard to Get would be so difficult to keep up. He can't deny it any longer. He was in love.

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In love?

No. No, no, no.

Never.

He won't allow himself to do such a thing.