A/N: Warning: Dabi being a thirsty perv, but keeps his hands to himself.

Chapter 4

Dabi cannot express just how much he loves that this girl does not close her damn curtains. After the longest shower she has ever taken, she comes out looking a way that makes Dabi's jaw drop practically to the floor if it were not for the staples holding it into place.

She exits the bathroom with her long purple hair curled in large waves that frame her face and down to the small of her back. Her makeup is natural and accentuates her button nose, rosy cheeks, and large purple eyes. But none of that compares to what she is wearing.

She wears a black lacey bra that lifts her generously sized breast into perfectly symmetrical mounds. The bra hugs around her ribcage with straps and lace adding intricate detail. Her toned waist is exposed as Dabi's eyes wander down. Her panties match the set that hug the cheeks of her perfect ass, along with a garter belt that hugs her hips. The straps of the belt hook onto thigh high stockings that drives Dabi wild.

He moves the binoculars away from his face and groans at the sight of her, grabbing himself because he cannot resist the temptation of seeing her like this. He holds onto his hardening dick over his jeans tightly, but doesn't allow himself to pull out or pump himself.

I'm not a pervert.

It takes him a moment of contemplating everything in his life, before he finally brings the binoculars back to his face and continues to watch her. To his dismay, she puts on a black silk robe and pulls out her computer to continue some of her work. Dabi rolls his eyes and waits for Hawks to show up, not feeling the excitement of her slouching on her couch over her computer.

After a few minutes she turns to the coffee table and lifts her phone to her ear. He must be calling her, but why would he if he's about to see her?

Dabi exhales when he sees the slouching of her shoulders, the tugging of her features downward with disappointment. What a bastard, Dabi thinks as he sees the shaking of her head and forced smile as she lies to him telling him that she's not disappointed with him. He feels his skin heating up as he tenses his fists to his sides at the secondhand hatred flowing through his veins.

He watches as she hangs up the phone, frozen in the shock for a moment before she finally violently throws the phone across the room.

Asami jumps at the sound of her phone vibrating on the table. She takes it in her hand to see that Keigo is calling her. She looks down at her phone puzzled as to why he would call her right before seeing her, figuring that he must be running late or something.

"Hey," she says lightly as she answers the phone.

"How's my favorite gal doing?" he responds with what sounds like a wide energetic smile.

She blushes even though he cannot see, "just waiting for my favorite guy," she flirtatiously responds. She listens as he laughs, but it's clear the laugh is pressed and something doesn't seem genuine about it. She can tell that he is uncomfortable.

"Listen," he begins and she bites her lip, wincing at his tone. She's heard it far too many times to know what he's about to continue with. "I know you said no excuses, but today was a pretty draining day in the office. Lots of bad guys to deal with. I'm pretty pooped so I think I'm gunna hit the sack," he says lightheartedly and she slumps her shoulders down.

I knew it.

"No, yeah, no, totally, yeah," she stupidly studders with a fake smile and pressed happiness as tears begin swelling in her eyes. She doesn't allow the tears to breach her lashes, but they still threaten them nonetheless. "We'll see each other tomorrow during the Billboard awards," she smiles through her disappointment.

"I hope you're not upset," he lingers for a moment, waiting for her to bite.

And she stupidly does, "I'm not upset," she lies with a fake laugh that doesn't come off as genuinely as she would have hoped. "I actually have a lot of last-minute stuff I need to do for Endeavor, so this works out for me," Why am I giving him an out?

"Well great!" he continues with a more genuine tone. "I'll see you tomorrow."

She hangs up the phone, sitting there for a moment hating that she allowed herself to sound so pathetic. This is exactly what Fuyumi was trying to warn her about, and she still allowed herself to be played the fool.

Fury boils inside her and without thinking, she tosses the phone across the room with the building hatred constricting her chest.

What a dick. Dabi sits there for a moment, contemplating if he should knock on her door and show her what Boy-wonder doesn't seem to be capable of. With how long she spent getting ready for him and looking the way she is, he can't imagine she would turn him away.

He shakes his head of the thought. This isn't some shitty ass porn scenario; he can't expect her to open up her legs to any guy that comes knocking on her door.

He thinks about kidnapping her now, it would really drive the point of how much of an asshole that winged bastard is if she happens to get kidnapped on the night that he should have been with her. But something about that doesn't seem right with Dabi. He's a villain, and he couldn't give two shits what Hawks feels, but kidnapping her after being rejected by that asshole just doesn't sit well in the pit of his stomach. He doesn't want to kick her while she's down.

He places the binoculars back to his face, watching her movements as she slumps down at the couch staring aimlessly at her computer, probably contemplating if she should bury her thoughts in work to mask the hurt of his rejection.

Dabi once again considers knocking on her door. He doesn't need to have sex with her. They can just talk about it. He can be a shoulder she cries on. And then he can pull her head down lower. Dabi smirks at the thought. He wonders what her lips taste like, and how they would feel wrapped around his cock. She's probably good at it, figuring that fuck boy makes her suck on his tiny dick all night.

He pulls that douche bag out of his mind and focuses on her. He imagines his cock sliding down her throat as saliva lubricates his journey down. He pictures tears building at the corners of her eyes as her makeup smears, while he presses himself at the edges of her throat.

He laces his fingers in her hair as he grabs her scalp and bobs her head to the rhythm he likes. He wonders what kind of moans she would make, and how far he can push into her before she gags. He can picture those beautiful purple orbs looking up at him as they beg for air.

His cock twitches at the thought of being inside her, and he continues with the idea of burying his own face in between her legs. He wants to taste her, feeling her hot natural lube on his lips as he swirls it around. He wonders how many fingers she can take before she bucks her hips against him at the threat of being torn.

He thinks about being on top of her, pressing his hard cock inside her tight slit as he stretches her out. He imagines she will be soaking at this point, whimpering and writhing underneath him with every penetrative thrust. He groans as he thinks about commanding her to his every whim, forcing her to do as he asks to appease his own desires.

He imagines slapping that tight ass of hers as the sound of their skin-to-skin contact carries in that tiny one bedroom apartment of hers. He wonders if she is a screamer, and what her voice will sound like with his palm firmly placed on her lips to muffle her cries. He wonders what the sweet moans of her voice crying out his name would sound like. He wants to hear his name with ever pant he pushes out of her as she begs for more.

Dabi blinks as he realizes that he has been daydreaming about her this entire time.

How long was I out? he questions as he looks around.

He places the binoculars back to his face and he begins to panic when he notices that she is no longer on the couch. He looks through his binoculars as he tries to locate her. She is nowhere to be found in the apartment and his heart begins racing. The bathroom door is open so she is not there either. He curses to himself, hoping that Boy-wonder didn't call her up while he was fantasizing about cucking him.

He scans the area with his binoculars when he notices her stepping out of the building in a tan trench coat. He quickly stashes the binoculars and heads down the emergency stairs of the adjacent building to tail her.

He watches her as she walks in the nearby park that she takes her morning runs in. She has her hands dug deeply in the coat's pockets, and her shoulders are still sunken with sadness. It is clear that she is not heading to him, since her body language shows that she is still visibly upset, so he wonders where she goes.

She pulls something out of her pocket and he squints to see what it might be. His brows lift when he notices it's a pack of cigarettes. He huffs out a chuckle, not pinning her for a smoker since she seems to be a health nut, not to mention that he hasn't seen her smoke once in the week that he has been tailing her.

Dabi watches as Asami struggles with the lighter that was jammed in the carton. It is clearly out, and Dabi can't help himself.

Before his mind can talk him out of it, he steps towards her, placing a blue flame to the tip of her cigarette that rests lazily on her lips.

She jumps at the action, staggering back a bit as she drops the cigarette to the ground. "Shit, you scared me," she exhales as she clutches on her chest. Her eyes land on his, only to widen even more at the sight of the burned man.

"Sorry," he grunts with a rough voice from speaking for the first time today. "Not the prettiest guy on the planet," he grumbles as he picks up the cigarette to hand to her.

Her eyes relax as she takes the cigarette from him. "I didn't mean it like that," she says in a softer tone, feeling hot embarrassment blush against her cheeks at the realization of her rudeness. "You came out of nowhere and put a flame in my face," she explains to him in a blunt tone.

He watches as her eyes take note of his scars and staples. She is not scared of them, nor does she look at them adversely with disgust lacing her gaze as others do, but her eyes still linger none the less.

She shakes her head, realizing how rude she is being for staring. She turns her gaze to his eyes, taking in their turquoise pigmentation as a sense of familiarity overcomes her.

Asami pulls her gaze from him and crushes the cigarette in the ashtray by a trashcan. Dabi frowns at her, "That's a waste."

"I'm not putting that in my mouth after it touched the ground."

She pulls out another cigarette and Dabi is quick to ignite a blue flame from his fingertips. She looks up at him, the space between them illuminated by his Quirk. She leans in, placing the cigarette on her lips as she ignites the white stick. She sucks in the nicotine, and Dabi smiles at the sight of her cheeks sinking in while she sucks, imagining something far better she can suck on.

She begins coughing as she blows out the smoke before really allowing the nicotine to settle. Dabi cannot help but chuckle at this and she glares at him.

"First time?" he asks her with a downwards condescending tilt of his head.

After her little coughing fit, she shakes her head. "Just been a while," she tells him, holding up the carton as she invites him to take one for himself. He does and lights the cigarette, expertly taking a drag. "I only really smoke when I'm stressed and running doesn't give me a viable release."

Dabi perks at the use of 'release' but keeps the reaction obscured. "Ah, so you're one of those masochists that gets off on running?" he says smiling at the sexual undertone of their first conversation.

She smiles and he watches her, noticing how pretty she is up close. Her face is soft, with naturally strong cheekbones and jawline. He watches her profile, liking the way her button nose turns slightly upwards as a single strand of purple hair falls in front of her face. Her lips are plump and look soft to the touch, making Dabi itch with need to have them against his own.

"You know," he begins as he brings her attention back to him. "If you are looking for something to alleviate stress, you might want something stronger," he says pulling out a rolled-up joint from his breast pocket.

She looks down at the small joint, contemplating for a moment until realization reaches her eyes and she looks away from it, smiling sheepishly as she takes another drag from her cigarette. Dabi notices a dimple in her cheeks as she sucks in and he can't help but find it cute. He wonders if he will be able to see that dimple when she's buried in his cock.

"No, thanks," she says genuinely. "I have to wake up early tomorrow," she tells him and he rolls his eyes while she's not looking, knowing that she wakes up early every morning. "Plus, I have a big day at work tomorrow."

"Suit yourself," he says placing the joint back in his breast pocket. "Where d'ya work?" he nods at her, pretending that he doesn't already know.

"I work for a Hero Agency. Public relations," she says simply and he notices that she doesn't say which one, wondering if it is to protect herself or the dirtbag hero she works for.

"What does that entail?" he asks, curious as to what she actually does all day in that damn office.

She inhales deeply, "A lot of things," she begins vaguely. "Mostly working on a hero's public image and maintaining the people's favor. Regaining the narrative when less than desirable information is spread."

Dabi scoffs at this and she glances over at him. "Isn't that the hero's job to be… well a hero?" he says feeling a heat in his chest as he's reminded once again that heroes are stains on society.

She thinks for a moment, her eyes wondering from Dabi's gaze, "You would think," she returns with deep thought lacing her tone. "Tomorrow they are going to announce the Billboard Charts for the top ten heroes. You'd be surprised how many meltdowns there are at those types of events," she smiles as she thinks about the many heroes that she has seen throwing a temper tantrum back stage, only to smile falsely when the cameras are pointed at them.

He watches her as she takes the last drag of her cigarette, crushing the butt in the ashtray and exhaling the lingering smoke. "I should probably get some rest," she begins, looking up at him with eyes that Dabi tries to read.

He sees a hint of longing in them, as if she doesn't want to leave. Maybe he's reaching. "Thanks for the light," she says with a smile as she digs her hands into the pockets of her trench coat.

"Thanks for the drag," he says lifting the cigarette that he still nurses.

"Oh," she says turning on her heel as her hair flips with her quick move. "My name's Asami."

Dabi blinks at her, not expecting her to introduce herself to him, or even care that she knows his name. She must clearly want to see him again. He quickly recovers and says, "Name's Dabi."

"Dabi," she returns with a breathy smile and he can't help but twitch at the idea of her panting his name. Her eyes dart down his body, only to reach back up quickly. He notices the subtle bite of her lower lip as she says, "That's a fitting name."

Dabi watches her reaction, seeing the way her eyes clawed down his body with need. She wants to fuck him as much as he does her. She's probably wet in her panties just looking at him.

"See ya around, Dabi," she coos, bringing him back to reality as she lazily waves at him.

His eyes glance down as she walks away from him to see the top of her thigh high tights peaking through the bottom of her trench coat while the straps of her garter belt hold them in place on her thighs. Dabi groans as his body temperature rises at the thought that she was in that sexy fucking getup under that trench coat this entire time and he was none the wiser.

He smiles to himself, formulating a plan to kidnap her as soon as possible. If Boy-wonder isn't going to be bent out of shape at her disappearance, then he is at least going to have a good fucking time with her.

A/N: Hope you all enjoy the story so far. Let me know what you think as I'd love to hear what you all think in the comments!