To Rin's discomfort Twice only stayed for about five minutes before leaving. Clearly the man didn't feel like getting dragged into the bickering the two residents had a tendency to do. It was obvious that Dabi enjoyed pestering the woman who was stuck having to endure the torture that was living with the sychotic pyro of a man. Rin had really hoped that Twice would have stuck around longer so she could have attempted to get to know the man and maybe gain a little trust. Yeah that proved that any hope in hell she would get at making friends with the league members outside of Dabi was slim to none.
Now Rin was standing in the kitchen bustling around trying to distract herself from the dark haired man standing in the corner watching her every move as she worked to make something for lunch. Her stomach had been growling and cooking was probably the only thing keeping her from taking a frying pan to Dabi's head. Or at least trying to since the man was likely to stop her before she would have a true chance to beat his skull in.
"I'm not some live action show on the TV. How about you go watch something else," she hissed out glaring over her shoulder as she stood at the stove stirring some miso soup.
"Oh but you're much more fun to watch," he said, smirking widely, happy to know that something as simple as him standing there watching her every move was enough to piss her off.
"You say that a lot, I'm not sure what you find fun about watching a woman like a hawk," she mumbled as she focused on her cooking. For once the only reply she got from the man was a grunt and a shrug of his shoulders. She knew he only did it to piss her off. She tried to take a calming breath as she worked on the food she was preparing. He did it cause she always reacted. If she stopped letting it bother her then he would surely stop bothering her. But that was easier said than done as she felt his eyes on her back side. She was sure he was watching her ass and how the shirt would pull up softly when ever she reached out for anything. Or surely the bottom of her ass would be visible any time she stretched up and into the top cupboards. Surely that was what he was really watching for as she moved about his kitchen cooking some lunch. A part of her wanted to just cook for herself and say fuck him. But the ass of a man made it clear he would help himself to her food so she may as well cook for the both of them.
No she focused on her cooking before grabbing two bowls and plates as she started to fill them both with food. The miso soup and some simple rice balls had sounded soothing to her as a nice comfort food as she walked his food over to the table before she continued to make her rice balls and fill her bowl with miso soup.
"Hmm not bad," was the hum of apparent approval that came from the table.
"Glad you approve. Now if only there was more to work with in this dang house," she hissed softly before taking her food and joining him.
"Give me a grocery list and I'll have Twice get it then," he said, which ended up with her arching an eyebrow and whipping her head over to look surprised at him. Was he really being nice and civil? Then again he probably just wanted more free cooked meals from her.
"Okay then," she said simply as she sipped on her soup. It wasn't as flavourful as she would have liked, but at least there was some tofu to add to it and the rice would help make sure the meal was filling since this was a rather late breakfast for the red head.
Still it felt so odd sitting at the table eating, Dabi still half naked as he ate as if there was no care in the world for the man. The man was far to comfort, far to shameless. It still made the woman nervous, but she knew he surely was just waiting for a reaction from her. Everything he did was to get a reaction out of her to please himself. She continually had to remind herself to not get upset or to be careful of what she said. She needed to try and get along with the man for her own sanity but also because she needed things to live.
"There are a few things I could use, proper shampoo and a toothbrush would be nice," she said softly in between mouthfuls or her food. This caused Dabi to raise an eyebrow at her before that horribly cocky smirk pulled at his lips.
"And what's in it for me if I get you such luxuries?" He asked, smirking at her. She struggled not to want to pull out her own hair or slap him. She had to bite her tongue not to get upset at him. Aside from the shampoo, usually wearing clothes and having basic hygiene items was not a luxury.
"Last I recall basic hygiene items were not a luxury," she said, unable to help herself as she snarled at the man.
"Oh but the ones you want are, you currently have something to wear, my shampoo does the job just fine, there's a bar of soap to wash your body with. There's no need to fill my bathroom with smelly girly bath shit," he said sounding bored and disgusted at the idea of her filling his bathroom with scented bubble bath and shit, but she was right she did at least need a toothbrush.
"I wouldn't be filling it with girly stuff," she hissed, throwing a glare at him which just had him chuckle before he took a bite out of his rice ball.
"Still doesn't change my question. What's in it for me?" He asked smug as could be as he finished his meal and started to lean back in his chair watching her closely.
"I'll keep cooking meals for you," she said simply as if that would be enough to please him, she knew it wouldn't be and that he wanted a different answer from her.
"Hmm you're already doing that and even if you stop I'll just steal whatever you cook," he said simply voicing what she already knew he would do. Which had the young woman clenching her teeth unhappy to hear the man admit what she already knew.
Dabi didn't wish to give her back her clothes yet. He was enjoying watching her walk around in nothing more than his shirt. Eventually he would surely have to give them back to her but for now he was enjoying toying with that feisty temper she had. And to be honest he was surprised she didn't put up more of a stink to get her clothes back. She seemed more impatient with the need of some smelly shampoo, toothbrush and whatever else a woman may need in a bathroom. He wondered how long she could force herself to try and play nice with him while he went out of his way time and time again to irritate her. Even the most simplest conversation would quickly lead to him teasing and bothering her.
"Well you've already seen me naked, which won't happen again. So I guess I will have to make due with what I have available," she growled at him as she rather un lady like stuffed the rest of her rice ball into her mouth before gathering up her dishes to take them to the sink before she started to put away the leftover miso soup as she had made a good bit more than they needed but she wasn't accustom to feeding two nor did she know how much the man could or would eat. It would be fine surely she would find a way to use it if no one ate it before she cooked another meal.
She could hear his chair creak against the floor and as his footsteps remained soft and quiet against the floor. But the most unnerving part was as he reached past her to place his dishes in the sink she could feel his chest against her back. The heat radiating off of his bare chest could be felt through the thin material of the shirt she was wearing. Her body grew stiff, she inhaled through clenched teeth as she could taste the smoky scent that lingered to him as she inhaled through her teeth. His body lingered taking its time as he slowly placed the dishes in the sink and continued to linger. She tried desperately to ignore the man standing far too close to her as her hands worked to wash the dishes.
"Hmm maybe I want more than to see you naked," came the warm breath that blew across her right cheek as his lips brushed her ear. She wasn't even sure if her body could get any more tense as she stood there. She nearly dropped the bowl that was in her hands that she had been cleaning.
"I wouldn't sleep with you if you were the last man on earth," she hissed unable to move as it was all she could do to keep her grip on the bowl in her hands. Was that true? Fuck she knew it wasn't. Had she met him some other way she may have been able to deal with his cocky attitude long enough to enjoy him and that lean body he had. His scars intrigued her, she would be lying if she said she didn't want to see where else may of be scarred on him? or better yet what else was pierced as she noticed the man seemed to like his piercings. The cocky flirting would often be fun as a side of her would enjoy getting bratty with him to see how he reacted. But she didn't need things getting weird, nor could she risk him thinking she was just there as some sex toy for him. If she could leave she probably wouldn't hesitate to do something she may regret. But she needed to keep a level head in the moment.
"Oh really are you sure about that?" His breath continued to glance over her skin. She couldn't help the shiver that ran up her back and the goose bumps it caused over her arms. Fuck why did her body have to betray her so? It wouldn't take a genius to see the way her body reacted to the man.
"Completely!" She hissed finally finding the strength to turn her head and glare at him though the action left her face centimeters from his. She could feel his breath against her lips, if she stuck her tongue out she would have been able to lick his lips. Close! They were too close and yet she couldn't find the strength in her legs to step back. She didn't trust they would listen to her anyways. Those blue eyes felt like they were able to look into her soul as she stood there trying to resist the urge to lick her own lips and risk licking his at the same time.
"If you say so," was all he said with a shrug of his shoulders before he stepped back and away from her turning on his heel and walking out of the kitchen and into the living room.
Well fuck! Her hands were white knuckling the side of the sink and counter, the bowl having been dropped back into the hot soapy water at some point. She didn't even remember letting go of the bowl. Her breath was fast and a little laboured. Her thighs pressed together trying to push away the warmth that had started between her legs with need. Her cheeks flushed as soon as he had stepped away from her. That wide shit eating grin never left his lips as he left her in the kitchen. He knew he could affect her in such a way, and he enjoyed watching her fight her own body and him. Fucking prick did this to her on purpose simply trying to get to her in more ways than one. He was getting off on watching her be flustered, angry and everything in between as he toyed with her. She wasn't here to be his personal entertainment and yet what could she do? Fuck! Was the word that just continued to scream in her head as she struggled to calm her body down and even out her breathing once again.
Finally she was able to force her hands to let go of the counter top she had been gripping, forcing herself to continue to quickly wash the dishes. She welcomed that Dabi remained hidden in the living room leaving her alone for the time being. Rin wished for nothing more than to retreat back to her bedroom and hide away once again. She could still feel the heat of his body against her back, the way his breath slid over her cheek. She could still feel his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. She hated that her body gave away how easily she craved more. She pressed her thighs together trying to suppress the warmth that had started to pool between her legs and she feared if she wasn't careful it could start to run down her thigh. Cursing under her breath she felt the need to go for a nice warm shower to deal with her traitorous body. But then she would need to ask him for a new shirt to wear and she had no desire to talk to that infuriating man. She didn't need a repeat of what happened moments ago or what happened the last time she had asked him for some clothes.
What was she to do? Give in and let her body react as it pleased? No giving that man exactly what he wanted would surely escalate things and make them worse. But how long could she take his teasing? How long could she last like this without either snapping and lashing out at him or doing something she may regret more. And her sanity? How long could her mind last in such a place?
She felt so frustrated she wanted to rip her hair out, or go and beat that dark haired man till she was happy and content. But doing that wouldn't go the way she would want. His quirk had the advantage over hers, his fighting skills also better than hers. Sure she had proper schooling in combat but that was years ago. This man clearly fought daily to survive. He would kill her before she would have a chance to hurt him or try and run. She sighed softly, her shoulders sagging as she continued to argue with herself.
Rin knew she needed to remain sane and try not to let the stress and depression take over as she sighed and started to drag her feet as she headed back to her room to once again hide from the man. Though she was wondering what he did during his day besides watch tv or to kill people and be a villain. She was growing bored during the day but still had no desire to talk to the man. Her phone was gone and she had no way to do anything interesting. Play on an app or surf the web.
The woman groaned as she threw herself back onto her bed as she stared up at the ceiling of her room. Was it worth asking the man for even a deck of cards or something? He seemed nice enough to buy groceries for them both but she had a feeling that was only because he got something worth it out of the deal. Dabi was a selfish man and she expected he wouldn't do anything for free. If she wanted something from him she would have to be ready to deal with his demand for what he would want. And of course that usually was him making a request he knew would piss her off. But still she couldn't take the boredom, she was so used to being busy that she didn't know what to do with herself with so much free time now. But was it really worth asking the man for something?