Valentine's Day night. Sayuri was hurrying home, her heart pounding with excitement. She had never made chocolates for a guy before. Usually she would just hang out with Fuyumi on Valentine's Day so they would buy chocolate for themselves, get dinner somewhere, and watch a movie. This was the first year she was giving a gift to a guy on Valentine's Day.

She had made the sweets at the Todoroki house, with Fuyumi's help. They turned out pretty well for a first attempt, but there were way more than she had expected to make. She decided that the extra chocolate might be a nice gift for Eri and her father when she went for the home visit. A small gesture of apology for having to cancel before.

What time is it? The young woman checked her phone and frowned. Since she wanted it to surprise Dabi, she had left the chocolates at the Todoroki house and planned to pick them up after work. This would have been fine if her male coworker had not approached her to discuss an upcoming craft project in detail.

By the time she got to the Todoroki house, Endeavor was home. Sayuri had to wait outside for Fuyumi to bring the chocolates out to her and tried to assure her that it was fine. Even though the thought of facing Endeavor made Sayuri's stomach clench with fear.

Now she was running down the sidewalk at a full sprint in her haste to get to her apartment to give Dabi his chocolate. It was starting to feel like the universe was completely against her. Especially when she came to the shopping area. Her heart sank as she had to slow her pace and carefully weave around the other pedestrians on the sidewalk, all while avoiding tumbling into the street and getting flattened by a car.

When her phone started to ring, she had to slow down even more as she tried to maneuver it from her pocket. "Naosu Sayuri speaking."

"Hey. Where are you?"

Her pulse skipped a beat at the sound of Dabi's voice and she tried to speed walk. "I-I'm still on my way home. My coworker Namimoto wanted to talk to me about something…I'm just running a little bit late. Sorry. Can you feed the rats?"

About ten seconds passed before his reply came. "Can't. I'm out. I'm gonna be out for a while. At least an hour, maybe two. I'll see you when I get back."

"Oh…okay." Sayuri glanced down at her bag and frowned. Her pace slowed and it felt like her heart was sinking. "That's fine. I'll see you when you get home."

Her shoulders drooped and her fingers ran through her long, snowy hair. An hour or two. Why? What does he do when I'm at work? Sayuri paused in her steps and released a sigh. It'll be okay. He's not even going to be gone for that long. I just…really wanted to see his face when I gave him these.

Since he was going to be out, she decided to pick up some snacks and drinks. Sayuri ventured into a store that sold games as well as junk food and a wide variety of sodas. It was as she was picking out drinks that her attention was drawn to a figure at the counter.

"Sorry, but we're sold out," the clerk was trying to explain.

"That's stupid. It's only been out for three days. Why wouldn't you have more copies? I shouldn't have to preorder it," the customer in the black hooded sweatshirt and matching black sweatpants seethed. They lowered their head and drew a hand from their sweatshirt pocket, letting it hang at their side. "You have more in the back, don't you? Just give me someone else's preorder and tell them it got lost. If you're getting another shipment, why should it even matter?"

Sayuri was not a gamer. She occasionally played simple games meant for killing time, but she was far from an avid gamer. She struggled to understand why this man was so angry over a game.

"Listen. We can't do that. It's against store policy and it's not fair to people that preordered the game. Unless you're going to buy something, I'll have to ask you to leave." The clerk sounded smug, almost taunting.

The young woman saw the man at the counter turn and she quickly looked away. Facing the soda selection, she heard him mutter "fine" before footsteps approached her side. She tensed, half-afraid that he would yell at her for staring.

Instead, he nudged the toe of his shoe against her ankle and scowled when she looked his way. Pale blue, unkempt hair was falling over his face beneath the hood and narrowed red eyes glared down at her. "Go ask them for *game title*."

Sayuri stared back at this person for a long moment. The skin around his eyes was dry and irritated in appearance; it looked itchy. His lips were chapped as well. Chapped to the point of being cracked open and bloody. Is this guy…okay? That looks painful. She tilted her head and looked from him to the clerk.

"Hey! Look, dude, don't harass the other customers! Just because you're lonely on Valentine's Day, it doesn't mean you can take it out on everybody else!"

The man in front of her scowled and looked over his shoulder at the clerk, a hand lifting to scratch at his neck within his hood. A moment passed before he turned back to Sayuri and then walked around her, out of the store. He paused in front of the shop, looked both ways, and turned left.

She glanced toward the clerk and then trotted after the stranger. That skin looks really painful, she thought with a frown. I can't fix it all, but I can probably help a little bit. Seeing him up ahead, she quickened her pace. "Excuse me! Can I…?"

He turned to her with a glare. "What? You didn't get the game so you're-"

"No, I mean…your lips hurt, right? I can heal them." Sayuri saw him blink in surprise and she lifted a hand. "I can take other people's injuries. If you want, I can take those cuts off of your lips so they won't hurt anymore."

Leaning down, he appeared skeptical. "You're a healer?"

Shift P.O.V

Sometimes, Dabi wondered if Sayuri might be a little too naïve. It was fine if she was placing trust in him, but when it came to other people, he felt slightly concerned. For instance her coworker Namimoto. To Dabi, it was clear that the guy had a crush on her. He could tell from how often the guy sent her messages on Sundays and how often Sayuri mentioned talking to Namimoto at school.

She had said before that her male coworker had a date with another teacher at their school, but Dabi could see through the trick. He was sure the man probably knew how pure and trusting Sayuri was and he was planning to take advantage of her. This was not something that Dabi could allow.

Staring at the man walking ahead of him down the alley, the villain smirked. "It's Namimoto, right?" He locked eyes with the man as he turned around and Dabi continued his leisurely pace. "You're a teacher."

"How do you know my name? Have we met?"

"Nah. I just wanna give you something." He grabbed the front of the man's shirt and lifted him, shoving Namimoto against the brick wall. His smirk grew as he watched the man squirm. "You don't even have a quirk, do you? Too bad. I usually like a challenge."

"What do you want from me?! Here's my wallet! Just…just let me go!"

A wallet was tossed at Dabi's feet and he lifted his free hand. "This isn't about money." A vibrant blue flame flickered in his palm and he shoved his hand over the man's open mouth.

The burning corpse was tossed aside and Dabi took the money from the wallet before tossing it onto the body to be destroyed. He stretched a little, feeling his back pop pleasantly, and began the walk home. No remorse for the man he had just ended. No longer even thinking about the guy.

His thoughts were on Sayuri. He was anxious to get back to the apartment and see her. Thinking about her sweet, innocent face turning red. I should show her some more stuff, he thought. I wonder how far I can push her. I don't want her to lose that innocence. It's…cute.

Dabi was soon nearing their neighborhood and felt a small rush of excitement when he spotted her walking alone down the sidewalk. Pulling his hood forward a little more, he quickened his pace until he was right behind her. An arm slid around her waist and he ducked into an alley, covering her mouth with a hand.

Shift P.O.V

Sayuri's heart was racing with terror when she found herself being pinned against the wall by something pressing at her back. Her right cheek was pressed to the cold surface, her hips being pressed forward by someone's pelvis. The young woman was unable to make a sound as she struggled to try to get free.

"Surprise." The voice came from beside her ear; familiar and a little excited.

She dropped her bags onto the ground and tried even harder to turn, but she was still trapped in place. Feeling Dabi grind against her from behind made her stomach do flips and she half-closed her eyes. What…is he doing?

The arm around her waist shifted and a hand rested on her waistband, a thumb slipping beneath the hem of her pale grey pants. Dabi's hips bucked against hers and warmth breath traced along her ear. "Put your hands on the wall and keep quiet." He waited for her to obey before slowly releasing her mouth.

"D-Dabi, what-?" Sayuri tensed, feeling his hand on her throat. Gentle. Applying just enough pressure to make sure she knew it was there. His other hand slid beneath the waist of her pants, heated fingertips trailing over her delicate skin. She bit back a whimper and her back subconsciously arched, pressing her skin tighter against his touch.

"You really want it, don't you?" he teased. His fingertips ran along her slit, teasing her. "You're…getting really wet. It doesn't take long, does it? I could just slip in, right here. I think we're far enough that no one will notice us."

She shook her head slightly, her face a burning shade of red and her knees feeling weak. His touch was so light, but it felt like waves of heat followed his fingertips. When she felt him ease two digits into her, she released a quiet, desperate sound that seemed to fuel him. He pushed in and out slowly at first, but soon picked up speed.

"I wonder how much you can take. Wanna find out?"

Her nails pressed at the wall as she felt him push a third finger in, stretching her. Sayuri was panting and she closed her eyes. The hand holding her neck tightened a little more, the pressure increasing to discomfort, but not quite at a dangerous level. She subconsciously bounced her hips as he plunged his fingers into her core, biting her lip in embarrassment.

"See? That's nice, right? Think you can take four?" The staples that ran down his chin scraped over the side of her neck as he teased her. He was clearly enjoying this moment; toying with her in public and making her beyond flustered. "What do you think? Four won't break you, will it?"

She writhed as she felt him attempt to fit a fourth, but when she made it clear that it hurt, he decided to just continue with three. A ball of tension was forming in her lower abdomen, tightening with each push of his fingers. Sayuri kept her eyes closed as the pleasure mounted and she felt the hand on her throat tighten a bit again.

With a choked sort of moan, Sayuri was pushed over the edge and clenched around his fingers. A pulsing pleasure washed over her and her knees almost buckled. Behind her, Dabi's breathing was heavy. He licked along the curve of her ear as he drew his hands away from her. She turned to face him and her face flushed a whole new shade of red.

His tongue was dragging along the fingers that he had used and his bright turquoise eyes were half-closed as he seemed to enjoy the flavor. When he appeared satisfied, he braced an arm over her head on the wall and leaned down so his face was inches from hers. That was when he took notice of her lips and his widened slightly.

Dabi's other hand gently took her chin and he stared down at her chapped, bleeding lips. "What'd you do to your face?"

"I…took someone's injury from them," she confessed. "Their lips were bleeding so I wanted to take the cuts, but…I accidentally took their dry skin, too. I didn't even know I could do that." She just counted herself lucky that it was just her lips. The stranger's skin around his eyes was even drier and looked insanely itchy.

She saw him frown and the young woman quickly crouched to get her bags, remembering her Valentine's Day present for him. "Let's go home, okay? I got some lip scrub and moisturizer to fix my lips so…it's really not a big deal. And I have a surprise for you."

Dabi smirked and took a step back. "Can't be better than what I just gave you," he taunted.

Sayuri felt a tingle run through her and she bowed her head to try to hide her blush behind her hair. "No, but…it's still pretty good," she assured him.

"We'll see about that." He grabbed her hand and took the lead. Walking just a little ahead of her, he glanced at the girl over his shoulder. "You liked it, right?"

"Huh? Ah! Y-yeah. It…it felt really good." She was a little too embarrassed to be talking about this in public. It felt like people knew what had happened in that alley and were silently judging them. If someone saw us, they would've said something, though, right? I'm just being paranoid, right?

"Great 'cause I have some stuff like that that I wanna do when we get home. Think you're up for it?"