A/N: Just a little reminder. This story follows the canon timeline so currently in the story we are days away from UA's summer camp trip.

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Incessant chatter from the mornings birds drilled a hole into Dabi's skull. They encouraged the ever growing throb in his head to intensify. He popped two painkillers in his mouth and downed it with a bottle of water hoping it would ebb the pounding in his left most temple.

What sounded like a great idea the night before always paid tenfold in the morning. But he didn't care. Drunk nights and hazy mornings became a common and numbing routine Dabi picked up when he turned to villainy. It's easier that way he guessed.

Tossing the water bottle to the side he removed a single white flower, with tiny yellow bulbs sprouting from its center, tucked in his back pocket. The florist he plucked it from the night before called it a madonna lily, a flower so pure it could wash away all the sins he'd accumulated.

A scoff vibrated in his throat. 'Yeah right.'

The frail object, which he twiddled between his fingers, reminded him of a certain klepto and the plethora of flowers she had lain on her counter. Gifts from an admirer? The thought didn't sit right with him. Hell, his thoughts wandering to her didn't sit right with him either. Every explanation he tried to come up with as to why she plagued his mind fell short. So, he let it be. Not wanting to short circuit his brain over some girl, who he hadn't seen or heard from in a few days. Never finding the courage to contact her and ask what damn spell she'd put on him.

He could use the excuse of busy days filled with preparations for the Bakugou kid's retrieval mission, thanks to [Y/N]s coordinates checking in. But even then, it wasn't difficult to weasel his way out of meetings and training sessions with his Nomu to contact or visit her.

Dabi sucked his teeth with irritation and trudged toward his current destination.

The streets were bare, besides the elderly earning their steps for prosperity and rich health, making it easy for him to finish his business without interference or judging eyes. Crossing the road, he arrived in front of a building which looked more like a mansion for some rich snob than a place for psychos. His jaw clenched just staring at the place. Heat dissipating from his scarred flesh.

'She shouldn't be in here.' He thought as he made his way to the back entrance.

Slowly but surely he calmed himself, not wanting to leave a bad impression when inside. If he made it inside. He'd visited more times than he could count after he became Dabi. Each visit he walked away with a bruised hand filled with ashes, with promise of finding the courage to face her next time. Maybe today would be different.

Maybe then he could right his wrongs.

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[Y/N] glanced out the spotless glass window spectating mindless pedestrians travelling in different directions while she spritzed some disinfectant on a table. She missed the mundane work of a barista. Despite the 4 hours of sleep and scrambling to clock in on time to make the early bird shift, she still found contentment in wiping tables and serving modest customers.

Her hiatus from the cafe was too long. She accumulated an unhealthy amount of flowers which populated her tiny apartment, the smell pungent and earthy. Too much oxygen for one human to consume and too little carbon dioxide for them to live off. So she showed up to work with the ones that hadn't wilted due to her negligence and her manager accepted them, no problem. Said it would brighten up the place and that it did. But [Y/N] knew she secretly missed her, she was just too proud to admit it.

Not much happened in her absence. Except for news of surprise visits from a particular dishevelled hero. The news bundled with snickers and knowing looks from all her coworkers as soon as she clocked in to when her shift ended midday.

"He kept coming every few days," the girls spoke in hushed tones still audible for [Y/N] to hear.

[Y/N] hummed noncommittally, pretending to be an active participant in their not so private gossiping session, and slammed her locker shut.

"And what did he want?" She slung her pack across her body while hanging her apron on the worn down clothing rack.

Their eyes turned skittish, looking in every direction but hers. [Y/N] rose a brow, her question shutting the two teens up. The silence giving them the boost to get off their asses and prepare for the midday shift.

She couldn't blame them for their curiosity and interest in a super famous hero like Eraserhead, visiting a little hole in the wall cafe. From their perspective it looked like a scene from a romance drama.

She was relieved and surprised it hadn't gotten out to major news outlets, the headlines flashing bold in her mind: Underground Hero Turned Underground Lover. If the stars aligned differently she wouldn't mind being a secret lover. The idea bearing passion and mystery. But he knew her parents and that would be… weird.

With one final wave goodbye to her coworkers, [Y/N] entered the jovial street. The sun showering her with warmth while walking to the nearest station.

Him visiting during her two week break rose several questions of her own. All questions leading to her previous accusation. She could ask, save herself the trouble and from the ever growing headache that never seemed to subside. However, she needed proof. Baseless claims never bode well, her parents taught her as much. Saves face. Prevents one from looking stupid.

A harsh brush on the shoulder snapped [Y/N] out of her little bubble, and locked eyes with the person who took first place in occupying her thoughts. She sensed the foreboding vibe emanating off the pyro. Her dagger filled glare falling into a frown when she blinked to activate her aura vision.

"What's wrong?" Hues of blue and black acted like a blinding light invading her vision.

Dabi stared at her quizzically. "What do you mean?"

"I can see you."

"Of course you can smartass." His snide comment earned himself a shoved shoulder but in actuality, she wanted to take on his energy.

An invasion of privacy, yes. But how else was she supposed to cut through his thick exterior.

She twitched as she felt the potency of his darkness. "I can see colours around your body- it's part of my quirk. Helps to determine how a person feels."

Dabi's gaze turned sharp. Her eyes had an inquisitive edge now that he reflected on past encounters. Like her stare gazed beyond flesh and instead, pierced into ones interior.

"And why should I tell you?"

"You don't, just felt darker than normal." She shrugged. "Kind of like how you felt that night when-" She zipped her lips before she finished the sentence and asked a question instead.

"You busy?"

His eyes narrowed, taken aback and curious at the sudden question. Lying was an option but he wanted to see where she spontaneously planned to take him. His lack of response caused something warm to wrap around his hand and pull him along the semi busy street.

"I didn't say I wasn't."

"I know." They weaved themself through a busy market, brushing past patrons who took up most of the space in the cramped street. Her hand firm and still latched to his. Almost afraid she'd lose him in the throng of people.

"Well?"

"I've decided to kidnap you." She turned her head and gave a cheeky wink.

And he let her.

The sway of her hips gave Dabi some incentive to stay and follow through with her whims. However, their hands which remained locked together had him hooked like a magnet. [Y/N] giving a little squeeze when his charge turned negative, each step chipping the anger he bottled up from earlier in the day.

Letting go wasn't an option.

They walked for an hour, thankful for the quiet journey to God knows where. Their surroundings gradually replaced the obtrusive buildings and annoying buzz of the city with greenery and the low clicking hum of cicadas hidden within the bushes. It screamed tranquility.

The walk cleared his head. Somewhat. His mind filled with the girl who still hasn't let go of his hand. However, he thought too soon and her hand left his, the cold engulfing his hand with its detached embrace.

"We're here."

He could see the skyline atop the cliff. The buildings running in line with the horizon, each nook he hadn't visited, the grey cloud shadowing over the sketchiest of places. He marveled at everything the city had to offer.

"Who's the flower for?" She swiped it from his pocket causing Dabi to switch his focus.

The lily's energy absorbed instantly into her body, it's vibe making her insides fuzzy. It's outline filled with colours which ran deep. Colours which signified something unconditional. She felt like an intruder, sticking her nose in a personal matter charged with an intimacy directed for someone else. Moreso for blood rather a lover.

She gestured for him to take it back but he walked past her to sit near the edge of the cliff.

"Keep it."

She didn't protest and didn't want to. A small part of her envied him but found it surprising that a person like him could love in such a capacity. A whole new side of Dabi revealed through a little white flower.

"I cant-" she started. "Who ever this is for, you must love them a lot."

"Why does it matter?" He sounded tired, regretting not leaving any sooner the moment she asked. The pounding from this morning threatening to attack.

She stuck the flower in his face. "Because they do… whoever this was for." Her voice had a slight edge to it. Annoyed that he brushed it off as nothing.

"You're right. But that doesn't mean I'm going to tell you."

It became quiet after her mini interrogation. Which gave Dabi room to ruminate on her words while stealing glances at the girl who came and sat beside him. The flower struck a chord. Her reaction alone and the way she held it, cradling it like she was going to lose it, rose questions of her past.

A mirthless smile reached his lips. Was her life just as fucked up as his? The thought gave him a vague sense of comfort. Perhaps it's part reason as to why he found solace comforting her those nights ago. Like the universe put them together for that sole purpose. To wallow in joint misery.

Nah, that's stupid.

Quite frankly it didn't bother Dabi as much. She felt warm and familiar, which satisfied a need he craved for. And it felt kind of nice. In a normal situation, he'd hit and leave. This however, whatever they had going on, was a far cry from normal.

The sensations he felt that night became vivid as he sat consumed by his thoughts. The smell of her shampoo wafting to his nose, her breaths fanning his skin, the weight of her head on his shoulder… snoring?

Dabi peered down to find [Y/N] sleeping on his shoulder.

'Is this girl serious?'

He had half the mind to push her off, let the grass and bugs claim her. And although he relished in the calm exuded in her slumbered state, wicked temptation took precedence over rational thought. He yanked his shoulder from under her. The movement working like a kick, the weight of gravity alerting her of an impending fall. A hand shot out and pulled Dabi down with her. Their bodies twisting until she loomed over him and pinned his wrists with one hand.

"What the fuck?" Her eyes hard and awake.

Her quick movement caught him off guard, though, he couldn't complain. The view was pretty nice.

"Good morning to you too, sunshine," he replied, voice smooth and cocky.

His response tacked on to her mild annoyance but she loosened her grip when she found no imposing threat. Dabi took advantage this. He switched their positions and pinned both hands to each side of her face. His lips curled into a satisfied grin watching her face flash with irritation from his deception. With clenched fists she tried wriggling her wrists in an attempt to free herself from his hold. It was cute. Her struggling under him.

But he knew that if he didn't pacify her it would end bad for him- the knee positioned at his goods told him as much.

In a swift motion, Dabi dipped his head down and brushed his lips against hers. He watched her still under him, eyes wide and fists unfurled, and he pulled back. The kiss was supposed to be brief. A tactic to save himself and get her flustered. He didn't anticipate however, the soft tug on his bottom lip and her deepening the kiss.

It was different from the rest. Unsure of how to describe it. The only thing he came to understand was the softness of her lips, a feature he never took full note of. She slowly opened her eyes when they released for a breath. The sight causing Dabi to pause and entrapped him to go down for more with her eyes half-lidded and unfocused.

Yeah, something was different about this.

The grip on her wrist slackened and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. He pressed into her, his frustration growing at the clothed barrier between the two. His hand trailed under her shirt and massaged her mound while he dipped his head between her neck.

"Not here." Her voice throaty. She gave a light push but he was persistent in assaulting her neck.

"Why not?" His breath tickling the sensitive area.

"I don't want ants crawling up my vagina!" She tried explaining in a serious tone but came out as a giggle when he nipped her skin.

A final shove peeled him off and she pulled out her phone to request an Uber. As much as she wanted him, this place held a special place in her heart with memories of her parents. She didn't need it tainted. No matter how tempting it sounded. Even as Dabi stood behind her and pressed kisses at the nape of her neck.

They made it down the cliff and found a bright yellow car waiting at the curb. The driver, who looked about their age, confirmed as being the Uber. Both entered the car and the driver eyed them skeptically and stared at Dabi a moment longer before pressing down on the gas. [Y/N] felt the driver tense while merging onto the main road and rolled her eyes when Dabi leaned toward the driver's seat. To the poor young man, danger permeated the space but to [Y/N] it was just Dabi being an ass.

"Take it easy on the road," his tone laced with an underlying threat. [Y/N] tried to pull Dabi but he remained rooted and said one final thing. "And whatever happens here…don't look back."

The drivers adam's apple bobbed with a gulp and nodded his head with haste at Dabi's harsh request. A question rose to her mind about his antics but before she could ask Dabi scooted himself so that their thighs touched, and positioned her so that her body was pressed to his. Two toned lips met within the junction of her neck, nibbling and sucking on the exposed flesh. Her reaction was instant. Her question turning into a content and soft moan as he continued to assault the already bruised area.

She raked a hand through his black locks as he trailed kisses from her neck up to her lips, the kiss languid and intoxicating. A kiss sinking her further into a pool of desire. He broke apart from her lips and positioned his to her ears, then spread her legs so that one rest on his lap. Her breath hitched when he slipped a hand inside her leggings and swiped a finger along her clothed core.

"Wet for me already, huh?" He rasped into her ear.

[Y/N] rolled her hips in response to create friction with the fingers playing between her thighs. Her breaths becoming shallow and sporadic with each sinful promise whispered in her ear. Her need intensified. The fiery charge laced within the car heightened.

Dabi looked at the rear view mirror and found the driver stealing glances at the scene behind him. Particularly at [Y/N] who's face warped with pleasure. His gaze landed on Dabi's and quickly directed his focus on the road. He had to commend the driver for not crashing while witnessing all of this.

Dabi smirked and directed his attention back at the girl who was writhing beside him.

"I know you want me to fuck you," He flicked her nub, pressing down and rubbing it slow. "Fuck you until you're trembling under me, crying out-"

An abrupt stop at a red light and the vibration in his pocket briefly paused his ministrations and removed his phone to see who contacted him. He shot an icy look at the driver before reading the message. A sigh escaped his lips and alerted the driver of an added stop all while rubbing [Y/N]'s damp clothed center.

"Where're we going?" She whimpered.

"Don't worry about it."

He continued his ministrations until the car stopped. He slipped his hand out the confines of her leggings and stealthily made it out the car. Disoriented and hazed, she didn't realize the car wasn't in motion until a door slammed shut and found Dabi nowhere in sight. Instead, in his place, she found a white flower.

"Wait please." She gave an apologetic look to the driver and got out the car. Like a switch, her face morphed into a scowl once she saw Dabi and charged after him, pulling his shoulder so he could face her. "You can't just do all of that and leave!"

She's right, but out of duty and spite, he will.

"Why don't you beg for me to come with you?" He invaded her personal space and tilted her head up, his eyes following the thumb which traced over her swollen lip. "Worked the last time." Her face flushed, warmth circulating her cheeks.

"Or we could finish inside, it's up to you." He continued.

The surrounding area became familiar as she focused on the bright neon sign with the word Bar written on it. She scoffed. He couldn't be serious. If she and Dabi were the last two humans on Earth and the only place to procreate was in the League's hideout- peace out humans.

She backed him into the tiled wall and placed a hand over the imprint on his pants. Slow strokes was all it took for him to fully harden. She pressed further, her lips twisting into a devilish smirk as his eyes darkened and the temperature began to rise.

"Sounds tempting but I'll pass." She removed her hand from him.

He went to catch her wrist but she evaded it with ease when Dabi's phone rang again. "You're lucky I've got shit to do."

She backed far enough to open the Uber drivers door. "And now you're left with a hard on… I guess we're even." She said and slipped inside.

The door shut and the engine burst into life. He watched the car until it was out of sight and dragged his feet to enter the building. He was welcomed by the respective blushing and masked faces of Toga and Twice. And in an instant, his irritation sky rocketed.

"Is she your girlfriend now?" Toga squealed.

"You two look cute together," Twice said. "No, Dabi's not even cute he makes them look bad."

They continued to pester him with dumb questions. Questions which included tasting blood and wedding dates. He ignored them all. It would only cause him stress if he entertained and encouraged their collective stupidity.

And if he were to answer he couldn't. He didn't know what to make of their relationship himself.


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