What am I going to do? My gut is telling me to get her out of there, but there are no signs of abuse or neglect. What if I'm wrong? What if everything's fine and Chisaki-san is just weird? Sayuri sank lower in the bath, frowning and closing her eyes.

He was more than a little protective of Eri. There was no question about that. However, Sayuri was not completely aware of the full situation. For all she knew, Eri's mother might have dated someone dangerous that was now trying to kidnap the girl. That would explain Chisaki's overprotectiveness. Or it might have something to do with his line of work, which she still had no knowledge about.

Her head started to throb and Sayuri ran her fingers through her damp hair, gritting her teeth. I don't know what to do! Eri doesn't act like a normal, happy kid. But who would act that way after being abandoned by their mom?! But her dad acts so weird! I want to do something to help her, but I don't know what I can do!

Tears burned at the corners of her eyes and she slipped down, putting her head beneath the water. When she sat up again, she felt arms slide around her shoulders from behind and jolted. Sayuri turned her head, her heart racing with cold fear, but her pulse settled when she saw Dabi.

He stared down at her for a second before smirking. "You look pretty tense," he commented. Leaning down to her ear, he nipped at her sensitive skin and snickered when he felt her quiver. "I thought you were tired, but if you want to go another round…"

She released a small whimper as his warm lips closed on the side of her neck and his hands slid to her chest. Sayuri crossed her legs beneath the water and half-closed her eyes. Lifting her arms to slip around his neck, she threaded her fingers into his dark hair and tugged gently. He groaned against the side of her neck and leaned closer against the edge of the bath behind her.

Sayuri tilted her head as she bit her lip, letting him lean down more. His left hand trailed up along her chest, fingers lightly pressing against her neck as he latched his mouth onto the scar on her collar bone. Her back arched, heat rushing through her whole body as his right hand kneaded her chest. "D-Dabi…" she finally mumbled, embarrassed that her voice almost sounded like she was begging.

He smirked against her skin and finally drew away. "I'm gonna go feed the rats. If you want more, don't make me wait."

Turning in the bath to watch him leave the bathroom, she felt a warm blush spreading across her face. Sayuri waited for the door to close before she slid beneath the water again to try to calm down. Resurfacing, her cheeks were just as pink as before and she had to smile to herself. Out of all of the guys she had ever dated, none of them made her feel the way Dabi did. None of them had ever made her crave more of them the way he did and none of them made her heart race this same way.

When she emerged from the bathroom, hair still a little wet and now wearing a t-shirt and pajama shorts, her smile became a grin. "You know me so well," she commented, looking at the spread of snacks and beer on the coffee table.

Dabi was sprawled on the couch, looking at his phone. Lifting his bright turquoise eyes, a grin spread across his two-toned face. "Seriously? What'd you expect? Come here." He beckoned with one finger, shoving his phone into his pocket with his other hand.

Feeling a little bold, Sayuri decided to tease him. She walked over at a slow pace, swaying her hips and leaning down when she reached the side of the couch. The young woman ran her fingers through his hair and brushed her lips along the shell of his ear, her warm breath skimming over his skin and piercings. A sharp squeak escaped her when his hands went to her hips and pulled her down to straddle his waist.

"You want me to show you what happens when you tease me?" His fingertips dug into her hips, his mouth lingering beside her right ear. Dabi rolled his hips up, grinding against her. "I don't know if you can handle more. Don't wanna break you," he taunted.

Her breathing hitched, heat rushing to where he was rubbing against her. Sayuri's fingers tangled in his hair and she arched her back, pushing her hips tighter to his. "I…think I can take it."

"Oh yeah? You don't have work tomorrow, right? So if I do it until you can't walk, it's not a problem. You want me to make your hips hurt?"

Exhilaration made her heart flutter and Sayuri lifted her head so she could meet his eyes. Pale, faintly wet hair was falling down around his face as she planted a hand on his chest. The sight of his cute, half-grin was making it hard for her to concentrate on his question. When she finally remembered it, her face went from pink to red and her boldness faltered. "Maybe…"

His grin grew and Dabi pushed himself to sit up with her still straddling his hips. Leaning down, he brushed his lips along the sensitive skin below her ear. "Yeah? Well maybe later I'll give you what you want," he teased.

Again, she wanted to flirt back so she tried her best. Sayuri moved off of his lap, but skimmed her fingertips along his thigh. He tensed a little under her touch and she smirked. "Yeah. I don't want to tire you out too quickly."

Shift P.O.V

Is that a challenge? Dabi watched her open a bag of chips and leaned forward to open a can of beer for her. As much as he wanted to go another round, for the first time in a while he had more important things on his mind.

After he saw the house where she went to tutor, after he saw the dad of the girl she was tutoring, Dabi was annoyed. When she first mentioned tutoring the kid, he had expected that she was going to an apartment or a shabby little place. He imagined she was tutoring the kid of a broke forty-something year old. Now that he had seen how young the father was, how big and elaborate the house was, he could feel jealousy eating away at him.

It was kind of a weird feeling for him. Before he got with Sayuri, jealousy was a sort of faint thing he felt every so often. It was never like this before. In fact, today it felt even stronger than when he got mad about that dad at her school trying to ask her out.

Sayuri was five beers in, leaning her head against his shoulder and grinning to herself. Dabi slipped an arm around her shoulders and felt her snuggle against his side. "You're so…so sweet, you know?" she mumbled, lifting her lilac eyes to stare up at him. Her face was flushed pink from embarrassment and from the alcoholic, making her look all the more innocent.

"What makes you say that?" he challenged, leaning down to nip at her ear.

She released a quiet moan and settled a hand on his thigh. "I mean, 'cause you know me! You and Fuyumi…you're the only ones that actually know me, you know?" Sayuri hiccupped and giggled, leaning up to press her face into the side of his neck. Now on her knees on the couch cushion, both of her hands gripping the front of his shirt as she kissed at his warm, damaged skin.

A groan escaped him and he took one of her hands, lifting her arm around his neck to steady her. Dabi smirked and let his free hand press against the small of her back. "You have no idea."

"Mm?" She lifted her face and tilted her head. "What'd you say?"

Dabi guided her so she was sitting across his lap with her head on the armrest of the couch. Fingers trailed through her snowy hair, his nose twitching at the sweet citrus scent of her shampoo. He knew she was decently intoxicated and that was what he had been waiting for. What he wanted to talk to her about was something that he did not want her to remember tomorrow.

"Do you want to live in a huge house and have kids?"

She blinked up at him in confusion and fidgeted with a strand of her hair. "That's a weird question," she muttered.

He stared down at her, reaching out to take the strand of hair and running his fingertips along it. "Isn't that what a lot of girls want? They want to marry some guy that can give them a nice house and have kids with them. Right?"

Sayuri pushed herself up, her back against the armrest as she trailed her fingers along his two-toned cheek. Skimming over the staples and drawing a groan from him that made her cheeks a vibrant pink. "I don't care about what kind of place I live in as long as I'm safe. And I do want a kid, but I don't need to have one right now. I'm still young!"

Dabi was a little surprised that she was so coherent after so much beer, but at the same time he was a little concerned she might remember everything. This part of the conversation was fine, but he had to make sure the next discussion was forgotten. He leaned over her to grab two more beers; opening them and handing one to Sayuri.

She sat next to him again, sipping from the can of beer and smiling to herself. "It's a good brand, right? I got a new one because it was cheaper."

"It's bitter." He took one sip and heard her gulp down her own drink. She leaned against his shoulder, a hand resting on his thigh again. Dabi smirked and settled his arm around her like before. "You said your first love was some kid you played with, right?"

"His name was Touya. He was always really nice to me and he had this cute smile and-!" She grinned and looked up at him. "Dabi, do you remember your first love? Was she cute?"

He nodded toward the romantic comedy that they were watching and waited for Sayuri to look at the television before he moved on with the conversation. "She was this weird girl that used to come to my house all the time to play. Always had scrapes and bruises and she cried a lot."

"Did she get in fights?" Sayuri glanced up at him curiously.

"Nah. She just liked taking other kids' pain. Had this messy, white hair. I remember one time she got hurt really badly and she was over at my house. She couldn't stop crying and I was alone with her. I didn't know what to do because she just kept crying so I grabbed her and held onto her until she stopped. Useless parents didn't even come to check on her."

Dabi knew she had to remember this. It was something that he had just recalled earlier that day so it was a fuzzy, but still sort of fresh memory for him. Looking down into her lilac eyes, he remembered the way they watered on that day.

Sayuri yawned and frowned, running her fingers through her hair. "She sounds adorable."

Seriously? He had to smirk and he shook his head. Drunk Sayuri would definitely forget the conversation, but apparently drunk Sayuri was also too oblivious to realize what he just confessed to her. Whatever. At least she's cute.

"Messy white hair. The little girl I tutored today. She's got messy hair that's pretty pale." Sayuri's eyes widened and she frowned. "You know what her stupid dad kept asking me? You know? He asked me if I wanted kids and then he was asking if I can even have kids! Why would you ask that? Basically a stranger!"

His jealousy reignited and Dabi leaned down to the side of her neck. The staples along his cheek scraped over her skin as he brought his lips up to her ear. "Oh yeah? What else?"

"He's such a creep. Like, he keeps touching my shoulder and getting too close." Sayuri lowered her head and looked down at her beer, tapping her nails against the can. "I just want to get her out of there. That place has a weird feeling in it and the way he keeps looking at me sometimes just gives me goose bumps. I don't know what's going on; it's not like he neglecting her. I've got this feeling in my gut. Like I wanted to just run out of there with her today, but that's kidnapping."

"So what? You really want that kid? You want to raise her or something? Is this some kind of weird maternal thing?"

"Shut up! It's not something like…something dumb like a maternal…thing. I want her to be happy and she never looks happy when she's there! I just want to make her smile! I want her to be a happy kid like my students! I'd do whatever it takes, but I don't know where to even start!"

You'd raise her like your own kid. I already know. He waited for her to doze off and carried her to her bed. Flopping down beside her, Dabi crossed his arms behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. The Calorie Bomb poster was just at the edge of his vision, making him frown.

If I got that kid for you, you'd take really good care of her. I just don't want to be a dad to someone other guy's kid. Thinking about the man from earlier, his frown deepened into a scowl. The pale-haired man with cold eyes, who had met with Sayuri to walk her to that house. Thinking about him touching Sayuri, asking her those questions about having a kid.

Heat was rising off of Dabi's skin and he released a sigh of frustration to try to calm himself down. I've gotta blow off some steam, he finally decided. He grabbed his coat and started for the door, but heard Sayuri call his name.

Looking over his shoulder, he saw her struggle out of bed and approach him. "I'm going to use my quirk to burn up some energy. You don't want-"

"I want to see your quirk," she argued, sounding complete sober. "I've only seen it once. Please…let me go with you!"