This was the strangest morning after Dabi had ever experienced, and the hangover didn't do him any favors. His head was only suffering from a dull throb and his tongue was heavy in his mouth; he tasted bile faintly and could nearly smell his own sour breath. As he tried to recall whether he had purchased toothpaste recently, Dabi slowly let his eyes roam about the room. The lamp was off and the sunlight coming in from the bent up blinds let in just enough light to see and not hurt his eyes. His trash can was placed right next to his bedside; a cup of water, a bottle of aspirin, and piece of paper were set up on his night stand.

Dabi groaned under his breath and sat up gingerly; he eyed the piece of paper with disbelief. In clear print was Miu's name and what he was certain was he phone number.

"I got wasted, vomited, and freaked out in my sleep and she gave me her number."

Dabi almost fell back on the bed, but thought better of it. Instead he settled down on the propped up pillow. His skin felt sticky with dried sweat; a shower was in order, once Dabi got some energy in him.

"I got her number. And Miu stayed up almost all night looking after me...she probably thought I'd get alcohol poisoning or choke on my vomit. She actually…"

Miu cared about him. She didn't think he was a joke or a freak or a nut job. She even left her cell phone number.

Dabi remembers how she had let him rest on her, how her gentle hand had soothed his aches and wiped off his gross sweat. He probably stank from the vomit too.

She had stripped him down. He was lying on her basically naked and she didn't seem disgusted in the least.

Dabi glanced down between his legs to see a tent in his boxers; one wrong move and his cock would pop right out from the hole.

"I could've used this on her if Miu stuck around for the morning. Probably has work or something. Ah well, next time."

Dabi can't help a faint smirk as he pulls himself out of his underwear; he's as hard as a rock and twice his usual length.

"I could split her open with this."

Dabi manages to get enough spit to pool in his mouth so he can lube up his palm and fingers. He likes a little friction, but he's already in enough pain as it is; his hand works over his stiff cock at a leisurely pace.

Dabi figures he could talk Miu into riding him; he'd convince her he wasn't feel up to snuff, and Miu would offer to take care of it.

"She took care of me last night no problem, what's one more thing? Damn she's sweet. Such a good girl…"

It pisses him off a bit thinking that Miu had to spend nights looking after her mess of a father. No child should be taking care of their parent, especially not one who spends a good amount of time terrorizing the family. Dabi grimly thinks that Miu is lucky her father is off the streets at the same time he was let free.

"I'd fucking kill him. See what happens if he puts his hands on her….Miu….I won't let anyone fuck with you again."

It's insane, he knows. He's already attached. Maybe Nemuri was onto something, but Dabi honestly doesn't care. Miu isn't some addiction; she's a person, someone who just went out of their way to make sure he was okay. Dabi doesn't need to sleep with her. Well, he does, but not because he wants to flush her out of his system and get rid of this tug in his chest every time he sees her talking with someone else, when she works so hard, when she smiles, when she's sad.

Right now Dabi is so close, just on the edge of release, with only thinking about Miu's touch and her gentle smile. He feels a bit silly; after all, what would he do once she started showing a wilder side?

Dabi's front teeth dig into his bottom lip slightly; he can see it now, Miu on her back in his new bed, his morning wood slowly stretching her open. Maybe it's a good thing Miu left when she did; otherwise, she would have woken up first thing with him buried balls deep inside her.

"Gonna take good care of you from now on...fuck...fuck, you like that baby doll?" Dabi rasps under his breath, hand pumping at a faster and faster pace, his fingers teasing the tip as pre cum begins to leak drop by drop from the slit. Miu would blush from being called that, the endearments more flustering than what he's actually doing to her body.

But Miu would forget her self consciousness soon enough; Dabi planned to drill into her until she was squealing loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. Her ass would be red from his hand smacking it, her neck bruised from his teeth, nipples swollen and tender from his teasing. Not an inch of her body would be left untouched by his hand.

"Fuck...Miu...I'm gonna fuck you so hard, oh shit…."

She'd be so good for him. Nice and tight, pupils blown wide, mouth gaped open as his thrusts left her gasping for breath. Dabi shut his eyes tight, lost in his own imagination, hand flying over his throbbing cock, and seconds away from making another mess.

Dabi can't stop. He's too caught in his own little world and he doesn't want to leave any time soon, not if it means waking up alone in bed again.

A warmth pools in his abdomen and chest. It's such a tender feeling that mixes with his impending orgasm. Dabi can't believe it, can't believe how she's making him feel. He doesn't even remember the last time he felt this way, if he ever did. He thought his heart was too numbed for it.

Miu could help him. She understands, she'd be patient. Dabi knows he doesn't deserve it, not after all of the things he's done, but the only thing that unsettles his guts more than taking Miu for his own is the thought of not having her.

Dabi pumps harder, hips bucking into his own hand as he imagines forcing Miu's legs over her head so he can watch his dick go in and out of her. He's going to own her if it's the last thing he does.

"My good girl….make my baby doll's pussy feel so good. Oh god, Miu, fuck, oh fuck, Miu-"

"Dabi?"

'What the fuck?!"

Miu has already backtracked from the open doorway, practically throwing herself into the hall. Dabi lets go of his cock and yanks the covers over himself, cock still begging for attention with the way it makes a tent in the sheets this time.

"I-I made you breakfast. And then I heard noises, I thought you were having another bad dream."

If his head wasn't already in so much pain, Dabi would slam it against the wall. There's also a little voice in his head saying he should ask her to give him a hand, but Dabi likes to think he has some tact.

"Thanks. I...look, I'm-"

"Oh no, I should have knocked! I can leave this outside your door."

"No, it's...fine. I'm covered up now."

Miu pokes her head around before fully emerging; for a second Dabi thinks he's still in a fantasy. She's wearing short and one of his shirts.

"What the…?"

"Um, I didn't want to say anything, but last night you threw up on me. You were like, half asleep though. I actually had to throw out my shirt."

Dabi resists the immature urge to sink under the covers and instead offers an apology, but Miu keeps talking and walking toward him. There's a plate in her hand that has steam curling up and another cup of water in her other.

"I'm sorry about last night. About telling you about, um, that thing with my dad. I wasn't trying to make you feel bad for me, I just wanted to let you know I didn't mind helping you out while you were sick. I didn't mean to get so personal again, I wasn't even that drunk."

Miu sets down the plate next to the medicine and paper; she made him a thick, fluffy omelet with tomatoes and cheese and green peppers. Dabi stares at the dish; he doesn't even have eggs in his refrigerator.

"Oh I went to that store down the street to get a few things. I figured you might be hungry after you threw up so much."

Dabi nods, mouth feeling oddly paralyzed. He picks up his fork and cuts into the food for a small bite. It's still hot and the tip of his tongue feels a bit burnt, but Dabi realizes it's the first real meal he's had since getting out of prison, the first meal without processed shit from a fryer or bland, liquid cardboard slopped onto a dirty tray.

Miu sighs softly and sits at the end of the bed, hands in her lap and an apologetic half smile on her face.

"I don't know why I feel so comfortable talking to you about those things. It's like it just comes out." Miu looks back to him. "How's the….?"

Dabi burps. His plate is all but licked clean and he's chugging down the first cup of water. He wipes the back of his hand over his mouth.

"You make a great omelet. You didn't have to get stuff."

Miu shrugs. "I don't mind."

Dabi wonders if she doesn't mind because she's had to do this so many times before. But he'll dwell on that later; there's something more pressing on his mind.

"You heard me when I was jacking off, didn't you?"

Miu doesn't look embarrassed, but she doesn't look not uncomfortable either.

"Yeah, sorry."

"Are you sorry you caught me getting off or are you sorry 'cause I was getting off thinking about you?"

Dabi sits up and he knows without looking that he's still at half mast and it's visible through the sheet.

"Dabi, it's nothing personal, but I'm not interested. I left my number in case I had to go and you were still getting sick." Miu's downcast eyes flicker to the door. "I think I should leave. I hope you feel better soon."

"Why?"

Miu keeps her gaze averted. "Like I said, it's nothing personal-"

"You seeing someone?"

"No." Miu blinks at the sudden venom in his tone. "But I don't want sex. I mean, I do." her lips quirk upward wryly for a moment. "But I don't think I can just sleep with someone. I want a little more than that."

"What do you want?"

Miu shrugs. "I guess if I had to name it, a boyfriend? You know, actual dating. But that's just me."

Dabi can tell Miu is picking out her words carefully so as not to come off judgmental or preachy towards what she perceives as his preferences. She respects him to a degree and the nagging voice in the back of Dabi's mind wants to wave it off. It says he does not deserve her civility, not even basic courtesy, from anyone really, but especially her.

Miu is too good for him and Dabi will only drag her down. He knows this and rejects it at the same time, and he doesn't know which opinion is true.

"I want that too. The dating." Dabi clarifies unnecessarily; he tries to will his dick limp and pulls the covers up. But not too far. Showing a little skin never hurt, right?

Miu raises an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"No, but...why?"

"Why what?"

"I mean, the sex is obvious. Some guys figure I'm naive enough to sweet talk into it." Miu shrugs nonchalantly. "But...you really want to go on a date? A real one?"

"Yeah."

"With me?"

Dabi would laugh if he wasn't feeling so exasperated.

"Is it a yes or a no?"

Miu looks back at her lap with a frown and for a second Dabi is scrambling through ways to get her to reconsider the inevitable rejection.

"Well….okay, if you really mean it." Miu offers a smile still tinged with uncertainty. "When did you-?"

"You got the say off too, right?"

Miu nods, eyes widened with polite bewilderment.

"Then today. Let's do something."

Miu sputters. "I-but what about your hangover?"

Dabi shrugs. "Are you cool with us just hanging out here? We can order in, watch a movie like we planned to."

Dabi doesn't think it's necessary to mention last night they most certainly were not going to watch a movie. Miu is smiling, all bashful and slightly crooked teeth, and Dabi's subtly shifts so the blankets cover him more. But too much.

"We can wait though." Miu says quickly. "No offense, but you look awful. I can leave so you can get some sleep."

Dabi smiles with a mischievous shine in his heavy lidded gaze. He tries not to appear too suggestive when he scoots over to pat the empty space next to him.

"You stayed up all night, didn't you? Don't tell me you're not ready to drop?"

"Oh I'm fine. I was too worried you'd start throwing up in the middle of the night the second I fell asleep." Miu chuckles a little. "You were really messed up. I don't think I've seen you drink so much." the beginnings of her smile vanishes suddenly. "Dabi, did something happen?"

"Where'd you get that idea?"

Miu chews her lip. "I was just thinking with all the shots and then that dream you were having...it sounded pretty bad. You almost punched me when I tried to wake you up."

Dabi fixes his face into an expression of unconcerned apathy. "It's nothing, don't worry about it. Tequila always catches me off guard anyway."

"Okay. Sorry, I don't want to butt in. But you know...uh, if we're dating and all that, feel free to tell me if anything is bothering you. Don't know how much help I'd be, but...well you know. I wouldn't want you to go through it alone if you wanted to talk to someone."

Dabi nods and holds back an obscenely bright grin as he pats the space next to him again. "Right now you getting your ass over here would help a lot."

Miu laughs on earnest. "I think I can do that. You don't need anything else though?"

"Just you."

Both of their smiles fall from shock, her not expecting such a reply and him not expecting to say such a reply.

Dabi wonders if he stumbled into a minefield, but Miu looks at him with nothing but warmth in her eyes as she hops right into bed and wastes no time snuggling into his side.

"You smooth bastard. Just keep it in your boxers, at least until we both get some sleep in." Miu's tone implies she means to sound serious, but her toothy grin betrays her. And then her nose wrinkles. "Oh and a shower. You reek."

"Back at you."

Dabi fails to mention the scent coming off Miu is mainly of oranges and he could huff it like glue. Instead he turns over on his side; Miu doesn't comment on his half hard member poking her ass and Dabi resists the temptation to grind it into her, even just teasingly.

"Hey, Dabi?"

"Hm?"

Miu presses back against him lightly and her hand closes over the one on her stomach. If this is a dream, Dabi doesn't want to wake up.

"Best date ever."