Author's Note: Just an idea I wanted to publish for a while. In this setting Quirks exist; Dabi isn't a villain but he is mentally unstable. He meets Miu when she begins her new job.
Her lips are cherry red this morning.
As per routine, Dabi takes note from afar as he does his squats and bench presses. He makes sure to grunt as he's doing them and not just because he's working on his breathing. Dabi wants Miu to hear the vaguely sexual, primal sounds. A trashy tactic by even his standards, but desperate times calls for desperate measures.
Miu wears different shades every day of the week. Berry red, rose wine, plum, blushing mauve, satin pink, coral, spicy cinnamon, berry smoothie, lacquered strawberry, and many others. Dabi knows because one of the other custodians reports back to him. He doesn't actually ask Toga the specific names of the colors, but she tells him anyway as she sweeps up the chalk dust sprinkled around the free weights. Dabi also notes the smug satisfaction that hides in Toga's disgustingly innocent smile as she lists off all the details of Miu's brand of lipstick, but he decides not to get too worked up over it. He honestly doesn't want to peeve her off and lose the source of his info.
Dabi knows Miu Morine comes in at five in the morning to sweep, mop, dust, scrub, vacuum, wipe down, and restock things like toilet paper, hand sanitizer, towels, etc. She is in charge of seeing to the female locker rooms of the fitness center, but she also takes the time to aid the general floor custodians in their duties. Dabi knows this because Toga tells him, the little psycho, who was low key drooling over him for a brief time. Toga loves people bloody, scarred, and marked up, but Dabi just isn't interested. She's too volatile, too prone to changing on a dime, and he's just not up for that kind of challenge.
That being said, Miu isn't a walk in the park herself, but it's not the same. She barely ever looks up at gym patrons and it's near impossible to so much as catch her eye when she's busy with a task. What Dabi knows is from Toga, and he'd rather not have to come groveling to her every single time he's desperate for a tidbit of information. Still, Toga is obliging most of the time; everything Dabi knows about Miu comes directly, or more accurately second hand, from Toga.
So far she has been able to find out Miu's favorite color, flower, movie, book, music genre, her first pet, age, living situation, ideal first date setting, (Toga won't say whether Miu is single or not, only she's interested in both men and women) and some tidbits about her family. Apparently, Miu loves her mother and sisters to death, but her father is basically a druggie bastard who spent a good chunk of her life terrorizing them. Before Dabi can make plot, Toga mentions the man is long dead at this point in time. Toga loves to brag about how great she is at getting information out of people and that Dabi ought to be thankful. He loves to tell her to zip it.
Still, Dabi admits he doesn't exactly dislike her idle string of chatter, not to the point he'd scare her off intentionally. He's actually a bit impressed his scars alone aren't enough to send her running. But this train of thought of course makes him think that maybe that's why Miu won't so much as glance up at him. Maybe she's not so partial to men with stitches digging into their half burnt flesh.
Dabi squats and keeps a firm grip on the dumbell, rising up and down with even breaths and deep, guttural grunts that get louder the closer Miu comes to his area. She's wiping down the mirrors now and Dabi can see her face without her facing him. Miu's expression is neutral enough but still focused; she squints big brown doe eyes at the glass for any missed streaks and then moves down the wall to check for more. Her uniform shirt clings to her stomach and chest and Dabi can see her frowning just so as she tugs at the hem to attempt to make it not so tight.
Then there's the jeans. Most of the female staff seem to wear leggings designed for working out, no doubt many exercise after their shifts, but Miu has never come into work with the garments herself. All Dabi ever sees her in is jeans that hug her thighs and flare out at the ankles. They're not quite tight, but they're form fitting enough that he can see the pennies in her back pocket.
So, if it wasn't obvious already, Dabi wants to fuck her.
It's shameless but true. Dabi wants to bend Miu over, split her open, hold her down and make her scream. He's wanted to since he saw her, but the casual attraction has since evolved into something of a crush. Lately Dabi spends as much time thinking of driving his cock into makeup smeared lips as he does thinking of Miu handing him a towel and asking him how his day's going. He wonders if Miu's as soft as she looks and how she would feel about his arms holding her tight but then that switches to holding her arms back as he fucks her from behind, claims her, forces that tight little virgin pussy wide open until it's gaping and dripping with his cum-
Dabi frowns. His erection is a fantasy away from showing in his loose basketball shorts. He's really does want to focus on his workout, but it's getting harder every day. If the distraction wasn't bad enough, the fact Dabi's been waking up hours before he really needs to is getting to him. Plus the membership fee takes a noticeable little chunk from his paycheck every month, but then if it wasn't on this, Dabi knows he'd be blowing his extra change on all matters of unhealthy or useless junk.
And honestly, it's not a bad deal. The gym consists of the main area with free weights, cardio machines, and several pieces of equipment Dabi hasn't even used yet. There's a basketball court, a separate room for martial arts classes, studios for aerobics/yoga, and another huge area in the other end of the building with a pool, hot tub, and jacuzzi.
Dabi has yet to see Miu use any of the work out equipment, but he has figured out roughly the times when Miu goes to take a dip in the pool or lounge in the steaming water. She tends to go right after her shift ends; Dabi sees Miu disappear in the ladies' locker room at about eleven and emerge around noonish with wet hair and a healthy flush to her face. After two weeks of observing, Dabi has his own routine set:
Get up begrudgingly about nine thirty, grab food, get to gym at ten, work out by areas Miu tends to tidy up at the usual times, shower off a few minutes before eleven, and then change into a full body swimsuit.
Some might wonder why Dabi has chosen to forego showing skin, at least, they do until they know the extent of the damage his flames have caused. Built as Dabi is it, his physique just never seems to make up for what's been done to him. So, yeah, full body it is; thankfully the suit is comfortably clingy in a way that Dabi's lean muscles are basically on full display, but his actual skin is covered well enough. Dabi has had his share of interested looks, before and even after the burns, but he is having a hard time imagining Miu being so into it.
Not he wouldn't mind imagining it.
After Dabi finishes his set and stretches himself out, he checks the clock and sees it's a minute past eleven.
"Shit."
It takes maybe ten minutes to shower ofand change, but to Dabi's irritation, it took about twenty minutes today.
Natsuo had taken his suit. He was doing a semester abroad and of course he figured Dabi wouldn't mind since he never went swimming voluntarily in his life. In Natsuo's defense, there was no way he would have known Dabi needed his swimsuit, since Dabi himself proclaimed to actively dislike swimming. No one in his family even knew he had a daily routine of 'stalking' as Toga put it. Not that she's right. After all, Dabi didn't come here to see Miu, he just took advantage of the free trial policy and then Miu just sort of happened.
It was typical, predictable, and painful. And Dabi knew painful.
So here he was, stuck with his back up pair of swim trunks crammed in the far corner of his locker and only so much time before noon.
"Fuck it."
Miu is settled near the corner of the jacuzzi tub in a skirted one piece that is just short of exposing the place between her full thighs. The bubbles obscure pretty much everything under water anyway, which is good since Dabi regularly has to contend with his arousal poking right through his shorts. The best part is the life guard doesn't bother watching the hot tub area and at this time of day, Dabi and Miu are almost always the only two there.
This only makes Dabi feel dumber (is that a word?) about this whole thing. He's had a few dozen chances to strike up a conversation, but not a word has been exchanged between the two, and Miu has given no hints she even notices his presence, other than a brief glance or the tiniest nod of acknowledgment.
Dabi openly stares when Miu's eyes drift closed and she leans her head back. Her plush looking lips part with a soft sigh; they're wiped clean and Dabi can see their natural color, a dusky, almost beige tinted pink. Dabi heard a silly thing about how the color and shape of a woman's lips matched their privates. He shifts a little and reaches under the bubbling foam to adjust his shorts.
The modest swell of Miu's chest rises with each slow, even breath as she breathes in the hot air and lets the jets do their work; she looks ready to fall asleep and Dabi doesn't blame her. He can see how hard she works and thinking about it causes an unjustified sense of pride for Miu's conscientiousness, doing a job she could easily half ass.
It's moments like this Dabi has the hardest time controlling himself. It's just the two of them, nearly exposed minus their most private areas, the water is hot and with them alone, the atmosphere buzzes. It's not just arousing; it's sensual and Dabi can imagine holding Miu close and stroking her smooth arms just as easily as he can bending her over the edge of the tub.
" Pull aside the suit bottom so I can see her pussy. I bet it's tight. Bet she gets fucking soaked."
Dabi sees it like he's watching a movie; Miu's pink face contorted in ecstasy, trying to stifle sobs while he forces his cock inside her, pussy making loud wet sounds every time he drives his throbbing prick back inside her hot, tight little hole, how nice and snug it'll feel buried in her so deep. Dabi will make her his, fuck Miu mindless; she won't ever be able to get off without his cock pounding into her, tearing pleas from her painted lips, filling her with cum until-
"The fuck?"
Miu's words, which effectively snapped Dabi out of his pornographic fantasy, weren't spoken with disgust or hostility. She was looking at him with mild concern.
"Hey, you okay? Maybe you should get out. The steam can cause some people to zone out and faint."
"Uh, yeah." Dabi grunted, not quite meeting her eyes and feeling distinctly ashamed to going from ready to dominate Miu like an animal in heat to getting squirmy and tongue tied just speaking to her. "Got done lifting. Pretty tired."
Miu tapped the side of her mouth hesitantly while maintaining eye contact. Dabi's mind went blank.
"Huh? Does she mean stop talking? Is she trying to ask me about the staples in my mouth?"
"Sorry, you have a…"
Dabi tried not to sound too defensive. Or hurt. "I need them to keep my shit in place. I can't just take them out."
Miu's eyes went wide. "Oh no, I was talking about, ah, the drool."
Dabi frowned; he felt the corner of his mouth and discovered a trail of spit down to his chin. It must have escaped from the spaces between his surgical staples while he was in la la land and the fantasy had his mouth watering at the prospect of Miu spread thighs trembling as she rides him cowgirl style, pushing back on his dick, ass getting wrecked as he grabbed it and smacked it a nice red-
Dabi realizes Miu is still talking.
"Uh, come again?"
"...Are you sure you're okay?"
Dabi nods. "Thanks."
"Well, have a good one."
Dabi almost yanks Miu down the second she moves to get up.
"Hey, your name is Miu, right? You work here?"
"Oh yes, I'm a custodian in the mornings."
"Just then?"
Miu smiles awkwardly as she settles back on the bench under the water. "Yeah, I work as an after school nanny after this. The scheduling is perfect really."
Dabi nods, half taking in her response, half internally fist pumping.
"Busy. What do you do for fun?"
"Not much, read, watch movies, computer, nap." Miu chuckles. "I try to relax as much as I can in my free time."
"Like now?"
"Yeah, my body gets sore, especially my feet." Miu bemoans lightly. "I'm on them most of the day, but at least I can use this place free of charge."
Dabi almost offers to give her a massage right then. The idea is perfect, get Miu nice and relaxed under his touch. He can see it, how his fingers will knead at her feet, calves, her thick thighs, until they slowly sneak their way in between them…
"No, we can't here….no, please-!"
Miu cuts herself off with a shriek she just barely manages to muffle. Dabi is using his tongue to prod at the rim of her asshole, switching attention to her pussy in turns while a single finger rubs around her twitching clit. The water of the hot tub laps at her thighs while Dabi presses Miu stomach down onto the cold tile. He'll wait just a bit longer to flip her on her back so he can see how hard her nipples are from his teasing.
"Stop? Stop what?" Dabi mutters, the scent of her arousal wafting to his nose, making his mouth water to taste her some more. "Haven't even decided which hole I'm gonna fuck first."
"I'll get fired." Miu argues, still fighting to hold in her sobs but not making a move to scramble away from his tongue and groping hands. "They'll see us, please Dabi, not here…"
"Not here?" Dabi rubs his finger directly on her swollen clit and Miu nearly howls as she tries to close her thighs against his assault. "I don't see anyone around to stop me. Besides, you think anyone else is gonna see this? I fucking own you now baby doll. And I'm never gonna let you go."
Miu shakes as Dabi slips his finger inside. "Wait, wait, it-"
"Shit, this is a tight fit." Dabi's finger is just to the knuckle. There's too much resistance for more.
"It hurts." Miu gasps. "Dabi, it hurts…go slow."
"Aw...did my baby doll never finger herself? No wonder you're so sensitive here." Dabi says in a voice of mock tenderness that's still a bit more authentic than he planned for it to sound. "You poor thing. Daddy will make sure your holes are ready for a his cock. If you're good, I'll even let you come on it."
Miu moans brokenly as the finger steadily pumps; before she knows it, Dabi has managed to cram three more into her. Soon she'll be wet enough for him to just slip himself inside.
"You know, for all that crying you did earlier, you sure are getting off on this." Dabi is grinning so hard his cheeks hurt and his skin is being pulled by the staples. He can barely feel so much as a sting though; Miu is burning hot inside. "It's like you're actually sucking me in. You've been wanting this, haven't you?"
Miu nods, eyes brimmed with tears and fingers trying to grip onto something as Dabi takes the liberty of slamming his cock into her without warning, replacing the fingers in an instant.
"Aw fuck yeah." Dabi hisses between clenched teeth, brows furrowed as he pulls out to the very tip before plunging back into her heat. "So soft…"
Dabi fucks her from behind like he's always wanted. His hips smack repeatedly against her ass along with his palm. Miu cries out every time, but gets tighter with every slap that leaves her cheeks stinging red. He barely even pulls out and almost laughs through his moans when Miu wails at the blunt head of his cock grinding into her cervix.
"This is what you get for making me wait."
Miu tries to say something, but Dabi is rocking his hips so his cock brutally stabs at her insides. Still, her pussy is getting slicker with every move, so Dabi lets himself enjoy the tears running down her face.
"How long were you going to make me wait to fuck this? I should come inside you, make you a mess and have you walk home limping."
Dabi's cock throbs at the mental image of his cum dripping down Miu's inner thigh, down her leg while she wobbles away with a sore, thoroughly used pussy. He fucks her in earnest now, not even caring if there's enough friction to her clit.
"Daddy wouldn't do that though. You just don't get to cum yet. But don't worry. I'll take you back to my place."
"Hu-huh?" Miu manages to look at him over her shoulder. Dabi smiles and gently massages a bruising cheek.
"I'll let you come in my bed since you've been so good. I'll spoil you tonight with my tongue until your pussy's all messy. Sound good, baby doll?"
Miu shudders. She can feel it. Dabi's cum is almost stinging hot and as soon as he pulls himself out of her, Miu can feel it slide down her thigh to the tile of the tub's edge. Her lower back aches and she feels weirdly empty. Dabi watches with satisfaction as Miu rubs her thighs together, still wanting release.
"What a good girl. How did I get so lucky?" Dabi gently props Miu up to slump against him. "Can you get up?"
Miu gives a weak nod, still short of breath and body trembling all over. Dabi playfully tweaks one of her dusky pink nipples and gets a breathy whine of protest in response, even if she can't help move into the touch. Dabi thinks he's never seen anything more precious in his life.
"So good for me...I'll take care of you from now on, okay?"
"Take care of me?"
"I told you, you're mine now."
This silly, lust driven crush has bloomed into obsession and Dabi knows it, but he couldn't care less. Miu cranes her neck up to press a butterfly kiss to the staples along his cheek; she yawns like a kitten, nuzzling the disgusting, rotted skin of his neck briefly before snuggling up to him with a content smile, knowing she is safe and sound in his embrace.
"Thank you, Dabi."
Dabi squeezes Miu, pulls her even closer to his body. His heart is throbbing and threatens to leap out of his throat. His hands are itching to just hold her in place.
Dabi hates himself. He has been internally throwing himself at Miu, shameless and single minded in his pursuit and he doesn't regret a second. Dabi couldn't say when the fixation began, the need, the raw ache of seeing her every day but not being allowed to touch and kiss and say all these things that have been stocked up in his mind. Toga has told Dabi so much about Miu, about how hard she works, how sweet she is in spite of the pain and struggles lobbed at her continuously, how perfectly decent she is, and Dabi supposes that's where it began.
Miu is not like him at all and Dabi can just imagine her disgust when she sees him for who he truly is inside. It was this thought that slapped Dabi awake; the unbridled disappointment and bitterness he feels so acutely when picturing what he was certain would be Miu's rejection of him says volumes. It forces Dabi to face the truth and the truth is as ugly as he is.
Dabi knows it's all just a little sick. He is not well in his head, never has been, likely never will be. Regardless, Dabi has never felt more right than he has with Miu's head tucked against his chest, doe eyes glazed over in pure, unadulterated affection despite the fact she was gazing up at the wreck that's become his face.
Still, she's here and she's given herself to him, given him permission to indulge and enjoy with abandon.
Dabi bends at the neck, grazes his half burnt lips over Miu's smooth brow, her nose, the flushed cheeks as he murmurs words of praise and promises. He wishes he had money to throw away on trinkets and useless luxuries; if Dabi did, he'd shower Miu with gifts, pretty things she could model for him, jewels for her throat and arms, clips for her hair, maybe even a few piercings that would only visible to his hungry gaze. Dabi feels his dick twitch the tiniest bit imagining a collar fastened around Miu's neck.
The collar could have a chain and lock to bolt down to something. And maybe cuffs instead of bracelets. Dabi will make a memo.
"You were being so good for me...my good little girl"
Miu chuckles like he's made a funny quip, but to Dabi she is small. She is shorter, but wider, yet Miu still somehow feels so very tiny and frail in his arms, unable to move and likely sore from his relentless assault. Dabi is a touch sorry for that, but not really.
Miu nuzzles his neck, nose bumping against the disturbingly discolored skin there without a care in the world. Like it doesn't mean anything. Or maybe it does, just not the same thing it means to Dabi.
The pain never goes away under the anger and bitterness, but Dabi inexplicably finds his mind elsewhere when Miu leans into the palm cupping her cheek, heedless to the slight scraping from the staples near the heel of Dabi's hand.
Miu looks downright blissful. Dabi thinks he might know what real love is now.
"You're mine."
Miu opens her eyes all the way, looks at Dabi almost lazily.
"I said you're mine."
"I know." It's not just an acknowledgement of the statement. It's an agreement.
Warmth floods Dabi's chest and he hugs her impossibly tight. Satisfaction swells inside him and surely shows in his smile.
Dabi hasn't smiled like this in years. He doesn't think he's ever been so happy. Dabi can't recall one moment of his miserable, sob story life measuring up to the sheer joy he's getting from Miu essentially allowing him to possess her. Now that he thinks about it, Dabi doesn't know if he's ever been happy at all.
"I love you."
Dabi's jaw drops slightly, pulling back just so to look Miu in the face. She smiles somewhat sheepishly but keeps her stare level.
"Is that okay?"
Dabi's head jerks uselessly up and down and Miu giggles sweetly and snuggles up to him close. Dabi presses a hard kiss to the top of her head and crushes her into his chest. Everything will be okay from now on.
"Have a good one."
Miu has a big towel wrapped around her shoulders like a shawl. Dabi is sitting in the bubbling water, fighting off the pounding in his chest and the throbbing between his legs. He nods, face almost completely blank. She's leaving again and he's barely even said anything. But Dabi can't let Miu see how badly he wants to hit something like the irrational nutcase he doesn't want her to see him as.
Not that it matters. Miu hasn't tried to make an attempt to converse the whole rest of the hour.
It's just not fair. Dabi never asked to feel this way.
"Um, you know Toga, right?"
"I guess, yeah."
Before Dabi can mentally berate himself further, Miu speaks up with some hesitancy.
"I'm sorry, uh...she mentioned you might be interested in me? I thought maybe she was joking, but if you do, I was thinking maybe we could get lunch sometime?"
"Today?"
"Oh no, not right away today, I'm sure you're busy and it's so short notice."
"I can eat. I was going to go home soon anyway."
Miu looks self conscious. "We can do it later if you want to relax. I mean, you don't have to go out with me if it really was just Toga teasing, I understand, I-"
"It's cool. I want to."
Dabi manages to keep himself in check while he towels off and they exchange numbers and Miu suggests a burger place down the street. She's all smiles and waves heartily as she makes her way to the women's locker room to rinse off and change.
Dabi rubs one out in the shower while he tries to figure how he's going to convince Miu to swing by his place after lunch for a power nap and some snuggling while she's full of food and sleepy. But then Dabi scraps the idea. He doesn't trust himself to let Miu leave. That's okay though. Now he has time to plan.
When Miu comes outside to meet Dabi in front of the restaurant, she's wearing cherry red lips and he is wearing a faint smile.
"Hope you weren't waiting long, baby doll."