Chapter 48

Present Day – Day 81

Their tongues intertwine together in a dance they both know all too well. His hand lifts up the back of her nape to entangle in her purple strands, giving her baby hairs a soft tug as she moans into his mouth. His lips smile against hers at her reaction to him and he grinds his hips against hers.

She traces her fingers up and down his broad chest as she feels his muscles pulsate under his clothing. She clutches onto his biceps before her hands wander down his chest. Her fingers tickle down his toned stomach, tracing the v-line before ghosting her touch over the waistline of his boxers. He growls against her lips as she teases him just shy of reaching his growing desire for her. He wants her fingers around his cock, he wants to fuck himself in the palm of her hand while pillaging her mouth with his desperate kiss.

"Don't play with me like that," he warns her with a groan against her lips as he detaches from their sloppy kiss.

Her lips quirk up into a defiant smile, proud of herself for driving him rabid for her. She obediently moves her hand to his crotch, unbuckling his belt and tugging at the fabric of his pants. He watches her with a clouded layer of lust taking over his gaze.

She pulls him out of his pants and begins pumping him hard. He is quick to thrust against her hand and fuck himself in her grip. He leans his head back against the backrest of the couch as his lips hang uselessly separated. "Shit, feels so good," he groans as she teases him.

She drops down to her knees and moves between his legs. He lifts his head to watch as she looks up at him through her lashes. She looks at him with wide doe-like innocence billowing from her gaze like she hasn't done this a million times before. He can see the intent in her eyes as he impatiently waits for her to make her next move. His cock his pulsating in her hands at the anticipation of feeling her warm mouth envelop him.

His breath hitches when she finally plunges him into her and he releases a building groan that turns into an incredulous chuckle. She begins sucking him as her cheeks cave in and shows him her beautiful dimples. He bucks off of the couch, holding her jaw with his hand as he takes over the rhythm. He's taking it slow, fucking his cock in her mouth with a painstakingly slow pace, as if teasing himself with her mouth.

"Let me fuck you," he practically begs her with labored breaths. His eyes reach hers as she looks at him, nose buried against his mound.

She pulls her mouth from his cock, leaving a string of saliva before it detaches on her chin. The sight just drives him all the more ravenous as he tugs on her elbows and forces her off of her knees. He pulls her up and crashes her onto his lap. She giggles as her breasts fall into his face and he hugs her against him. He crushes his face against her mounds, practically smothering himself.

He leaves wet sloppy kisses on her chest before moving to her neck, sucking the skin into his mouth and teasing it with playful bites. "Ah," she moans as he nibbles on her neck. "What are you doing?" she giggles down at him.

His lips plop off of her skin, "Marking you," he smiles with a lopsided grin at her.

She rolls her eyes at him, "And what if someone sees?" she snaps at him. "It's starting to get warm; I can't really justify turtlenecks anymore." He ignores her complaints and continues to mark her neck with his teeth and lips, that she eventually mewls into his kisses.

He moves his hand down her thighs, giving them a tight squeeze before reaching the fabric of her underwear. He hooks his fingers into the fabric and pulls them to the side to expose her glistening folds to him. He slides his fingers up and down her slit, collecting her wetness and spreading it. "You're so wet," he smiles up at her.

She bites down on her lower lip as her brows tangle together from the ministration on her clit. "I want you," she begs him and he smiles as he plunges himself into her without warning. Her breath hitches as she shakes against his girth filling her up.

Her eyes meet his when an electric current crackles up his spine. "Don't look away," he commands her with strong eyes. "I want to see you," his gaze turns compassionate as he takes in the sight of her. "I want you here," he whispers sadly as his brows knit together.

"I am here," she smiles down at him, cupping his cheek with her hand with a reassuring tone. "I'm here, Keigo."

Hawks squeezes his eyes shut as she begins rocking her hips against him. It's pathetic and it's wrong, but he can't help himself and take her. She's just a clone of Asami, but if he shuts his eyes and allows himself to just listen to her voice, then he can pretend…

You're so fucking pathetic!

He knows how to fuck her. He knows how she likes it. He knows what she needs. And yet she still wants him.

He took her for granted, and allowed the carnal pleasure of having her cloud over how much he truly cared about her. He loved her. He loves her. And being with her clone makes him feel like he's cheating on her, but she just looks so much like her, and with their kiss lingering in the back of his head, he can't help but want her... and this is his only way.

No, you gotta get her back!

He opens his eyes and looks up at her. Her eyes are shut, her lips are slightly detached as she rocks against him. He wants this to be real, and he wants it to be with the real Asami.

He can have her. He will have her.

She told him she will run away with Dabi when the war starts, but that's because she doesn't know that he loves her. He fucked that up and he never showed her how much he loves her. He will tell her that he will drop everything for her and when she knows the truth…

I won't let you leave with him, Asami.

He's a detestable villain and Hawks would sooner die before letting her leave with him.

"Please! Don't kill me, please!" the shopkeeper cries with his hands up in surrender. "Please! I'll do anything!"

The scarred villain approaches the man with a sapphire flame burning bright from his left palm. "I'm not gonna kill ya," Dabi tells him. "I promised my girl I'd be a better man, but you gotta cooperate."

"Anything! I'll do anything! Please! I have a wife and son!"

"Yeah, and I'm tryna get a wife myself," he tells him with a sideways smile. "Your biggest engagement ring, show it to me," he demands. The old man shakes as he cowers, unable to move to Dabi's commands. The villain rolls his bright eyes. "What's your name?" he groans, not giving a shit about his name, but figuring small talk will settle the man into compliance.

"Ha…Haruto," the man barely releases under a sob.

Dabi scrunches his nose in disgust. "Fuckin' hate Harutos," he grumbles to himself.

"Alright, Haruto," Dabi continues, approaching the trembling man. "You wanna see that lovely wife and son of yours for dinner tonight?" he asks him as he approaches him and towers over him. "I'm sure she's a great cook, yeah?" he asks, grabbing the man's quivering chin in a tight grip. He shakily nods in Dabi's grasp. "Probably got something delicious waitin' for you at home. Wouldn't want to waste good food. Guy like me doesn't get many homecooked meals, so I appreciate the effort when it's there."

"Please—"

"Don't interrupt," Dabi tightens his fingers around the man's jaw as he heats up his Quirk. "Now," he continues when the man goes limp in his grasp. "The ring. I got a special lady myself who sometimes cooks me good meals. I want to show her I can be a better man which is why I'm asking you nicely instead of charring your ass to the ground and taking what I want. I won't ask again, Haruto; show me your biggest engagement ring."

"It's in the back!" he trembles in Dabi's grip. "In…in the safe in the back!"

"Open it," Dabi's voice lowers into a threatening tone before releasing the man from his grip.

The old man stumbles out of Dabi's hold and heads towards the back of the store. He approaches a large safe where he fumbles with his keys at the entrance.

"Please, just don't—"

"Haruto, what did I say?" Dabi interrupts him. "I ain't gonna hurt ya unless you don't get me that ring."

The man gulps down his anxiety and turns to his task at hand. He opens the safe with his keys and stands at the entrance. Dabi pushes past him and enters the safe. He looks around impatiently before turning to the shopkeeper. "Where is it?"

"I…in there," he says pointing at a lockbox in the wall.

Dabi has the old man open the lockbox while he stands back watching and waiting to use his flames should the man act foolishly. "I've been to three other jewelers in town," Dabi informs him casually. "None of them had impressive enough of a rock for my girl. She deserves the best, you know?"

Haruto shakily nods as he wonders what fate the other jewelers faced for not having what the scarred villain was looking for and prays that he does.

"How long have you had the shop for?" Dabi asks him with a tilt of his head. The old man looks up at the villain with a confused glance at his conversive undertone.

"I've worked here since I was a little boy," he tells him. "It was my father's store."

Dabi turns to him with a wrinkling of his nose. "So your old man made you take over the place? Follow in his dream, not your own?" The old man looks at him with confusion lacing his expression.

"It's been a family business for gen—"

"You gonna make your son do the same?" Dabi interrupts him.

Haruto swallows hard, not sure what the correct answer is with the temperamental villain. "No," he responds with a shaking voice. "He's in school to become a lawyer. That was always his dream."

When Dabi doesn't respond, the old man turns to the villain to see a pensive look on his face. "You gotta Quirk, Haruto?" he finally asks him.

"No, Sir," he croaks out, fearing the admission will be the death of him.

"So, you were never destined to be a hero?" Dabi chuckles with a dry laugh. "That makes two of us," his tone is sour as he grits his teeth.

Haruto pulls out the safety box that contains his most valuable pieces. He places it on the table in the safe and looks up at the scarred villain. Dabi nods once at him and Haruto continues to open the box. He moves to fish out the ring in mind when Dabi steps forward and digs his calloused hand into the box, searching for it on his own.

Among the many rings and necklaces in the box, he pulls out the diamond Haruto had in mind. His bright turquoise eyes glisten at the ring between his fingers. The diamond is a large single round shape—practically the size of her knuckle—with a white gold band. It's simple, elegant, and sophisticated just like her.

His eyes sparkle at the ring that shines back at him. "Tell me more about this one."

Haruto shifts next to him, "It's a round brilliant cut, 10 carat, flawless clarity, D-color grade—"

"What the fuck does that all mean, Haruto? You're speaking nonsense," Dabi glares up at him. "Is it a good ring or not?"

Haruto looks at him with a flabbergasted stare. "It's the rarest ring we have in our inventory. The ring is worth 64 million yen."

Dabi's eyes widen as he glares at the man to see if he's fucking with him, only to see he's not. "64 million yen? You're out of your mind, Haruto," he shakes his head with a heavy sigh. "But, gotta say it's the best diamond I've seen in Japan, so I'll take it."

"You'll take…" Haruto begins, but his voice drops when he comes to the realization of what Dabi means when he says he'll be taking the diamond.

Haruto watches with sunken eyes as Dabi shoves the diamond in his pocket with no regard to its rarity. Dabi sighs as he looks up at the old man. "Well Haruto, this is normally the part where I disregard promising to save your life for your cooperation and kill you anyway," he says igniting a ball of fire to his palm.

Haruto's eyes widen as he lifts his hands up once more in surrender, "No, please don't!"

"But," Dabi growls as he lifts his finger up at him. "My girl," he shakes his head. "She's gotten into my head, makin' me think that I need to be a better man. And I just know it's gonna piss her off if she knows I killed you for this, so consider this your lucky day, Haruto." Dabi shrugs his shoulders, "What can I say, a man will do anything for the woman he loves."

The old man trembles as Dabi approaches him with a palm of fire only to extinguish it as he places his hand with a heavy pat on his shoulder. "Nice doing business with you, Haruto," he smiles with a wide grin that tears at his staples.

When Dabi leaves the shop, he is reunited with Twice who stood guard outside. "Well, you get the goods?" Twice asks him with large eccentric hand gestures. Dabi pulls the ring out of his pocket and shows it to his counterpart.

"Oh my!" he yells out. "She's gonna love it, man!" he tells Dabi with wide eyes. "It's the most beautiful ring I've ever seen!" he swoons. "That shits gaudy as fuck!" his other side sneers.

Dabi's eyes flicker down at the massive ring as he looks onto the diamond. It's extravagant yet simple in design, and though it is excessively large, he wants it to act as a signal for anyone that sees it to know that she belongs to him.

"I can't believe you got married without me there! I was supposed to be your best man!" Twice animatedly shrieks as he frantically pulls at the fabric of his mask. "Now I'll never be a best man!"

Dabi rolls his brightly lit eyes as he places the ring back in his pocket. "Geez calm down would ya," he grumbles. "You wanna be the best man so badly we'll have another ceremony with the League and you can be the best man."

"You really mean it?" he jumps excitedly. "I'm gonna be the best best man you've ever seen!" he promises. "Meh, I'm over it," he quickly deadpans.

Dabi chuckles at his quick changing demeanor. "So," he begins changing the subject. "How are things going with you and that flying fuck tard?"

"Oh Hawks?" Twice turns to him. "Things are going great! He's a real swell guy! He sucks!"

"How are things with the double? He still taking the bait?"

Twice nods aggressively, "Slept with her this morning!" he informs her and Dabi grits his teeth. Even though the real Asami is his and he knows the Hero doesn't stand a chance with her now that they are married, he still can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy strike him to know that he's fucking a copy of her, thinking that he's balls deep inside the real thing.

"What a scumbag," Dabi says as he digs his hands deeply in his pockets. He honestly thought that Hawks was catching on that Asami was with the League when he found their old hideout, but clearly he still thinks she's the real thing if he's still fucking her.

"Indeed!" Twice eagerly agrees. "You know he ain't half bad!" he reassures him. "You're just jealous his face is prettier than yours!" he sneers.

Dabi doesn't take Twice's words to heart as they walk with one another through the town. "I don't trust him, Twice. He's a hero pretending to be a villain to get information out of us, or he's a scumbag pretending to be a hero for the glory and pussy. Either way, he's a real piece of shit."

"Ah come on, Dabi," Twice playfully retorts. "Or he's just lost like we were, not fittin' in and lookin' for some friends?"

Dabi thinks on that for a moment but his mind can't seem to grasp the pretty boy hero as someone who doesn't fit in and looking for someone to understand him. He is not a misfit or an outsider shunned from society. He doesn't have a fucked-up face or an incompatible Quirk with a weak body. He isn't struggling with his mental health, he isn't a monstrous heteromorph that society believes themselves above, he isn't some little freak that doesn't know how to express their love, or someone who can't help but inherently want to destroy everything because of the nature of their Quirk. He wasn't left behind by society, by the heroes, by his own fucking family.

"He's not your friend, Twice," Dabi warns him. "Just like that Yakusa cock sucker; don't trust a word that hero says."

Asami wrings her hands nervously as she paces the lobby back and forth. It's time. It's finally here. Asami takes in a deep breath as she stares at the doorway.

She is wearing a black skater skirt with black thigh high stockings and booties. Her maroon long sleeve shirt tucks into the skirt and hugs tightly around her frame. Her hair is pulled up in a messy ponytail as wisps of hair fall freely around her ears and forehead to frame her face. She's wearing long dangling maroon earrings that match her shirt, and black painted nails with heavy eye makeup to complete the outfit.

Dabi approaches her with a drink in his hand while the other is dug deeply in his pocket. His body language is far more relaxed than hers. "Why are you so nervous?" he asks her lazily as he takes a swig of his beer.

Asami sighs at his glib tone. "Everything has to be perfect," she explains to him as her eyes fixate on the doorway. "We haven't seen Shigaraki in weeks and we need to make him feel like he's been missed."

Dabi snorts as he takes another swig. "Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but he ain't coming."

Her brows tangle together in confusion as she turns her upturned eyes towards him. "What do you mean?" she asks him.

"Ujiko said he's not ready. Apparently, his body is not taking well to the experiments and he needs to incubate longer before he's ready for a fight," Dabi says with a hint of satisfaction in his tone that Shigaraki wasn't the perfect little trump card All For One may have planned.

Asami shakes her head up at him, "No, that can't—"

"Asami!" Toga's sad voice comes calling out to her. "Tomura's not coming!" she complains childlike. "Jin just heard from Ujiko!" she pouts.

"How unfortunate," Mr. Compress says as he joins the group. "After all this effort you three put into planning this jamboree."

Asami frowns as Dabi's words begin to ring true. "So when is he supposed to come back?" she asks no one in particular.

"The Doctor estimated another month," Dabi informs her indifferently.

"Another month," Asami dreads as all their efforts seem wasted.

"Hey don't be sad, Asami," Spinner says with a reassuring tone. "We can still have a party, don't want any of this planning to go to waste. Then when Shigaraki comes back, we can throw an even bigger party!"

"Agreed!" Compress adds. "We will plan a spectacular event that will surpass even this one!"

"Yeah, would be a real waste to see this booze go," Dabi chuckles as he downs the rest of his drink.

"There's just nothing to really celebrate if not Shigaraki's return," Asami says with a hand to her cheek.

"Whad'ya mean?" Twice jumps in with wild excitement. "We can celebrate you and Dabi gettin' hitched!"

Asami freezes at his words as the rest of the League looks at her for an explanation while Dabi glares at the dual-personality villain with a threatening undertone.

"You what?!" Toga excitedly jumps.

"Yup!" Twice continues. "Got the ring and—"

"I'm gonna fucking char you!" Dabi growls lowly as he brings a flame to his palm for ruining the surprise.

"A ring?!" Toga's eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. "Lemme see! Lemme see!" she wildly claps and bounces with happiness.

"Is this for real?" Spinner asks with suspicious eyes.

"A cause for celebration!" Compress says.

Dabi groans quietly to himself as he rolls his eyes at the excitement of his comrades. He turns his gaze to Asami who's still frozen in shock at the information being voice. "Cat's outta the bag now, Butterfly," he shrugs at the circumstances.

He digs in his pocket and pulls out a small black velvet box. "I was gonna do this later. Privately," Dabi barks as he scowls at Twice over his shoulder. "But I guess now's as good of a time as any."

"Dabi said I could be his best man!" Twice tells Asami as she continues to stand there wide-eyed and frozen. "You don't mind do ya?" he asks her. "Tough! Cuz you don't got a choice!" he snaps at her.

"Can I be in the wedding too?" Toga asks as she grabs Asami's biceps and shakes her. "Please Asami? Please! Please! PLEEEASE!" she beseeches her.

"Wouldya get off of her, you leech!" Dabi says as he tears Toga off of Asami.

"Dabi," Asami finally says as she blinks up to look at him. Her eyes are glistening as he closes the gap between them.

"I told you I'd do it right," he tells her as he stands close to her. He looks down at the box in his hand and she follows his gaze. "I hope you like it," he says with a vulnerability in his tone as he opens the small box to reveal the ring.

Asami's jaw involuntarily drops as she looks at the behemoth of a diamond staring back at her. "Holy shit, Dabi," she releases with an incredulous shock.

Dabi removes the ring from the box and grabs her hand. He lifts her stiff hand as she's still entranced by everything that's unravelling around her, and places the ring on her finger. She scoffs when he pulls his hand away from hers at the absurdity of the diamond's size as it weighs down her hand. It's the size of her knuckle and shining brightly against the light.

"Dabi, this is too much," she says as she looks up at him. "How could you afford this?" she asks him with a shake of her head.

Dabi snorts at her silly comment. "I didn't buy it. I snatched it—"

"Dabi what the hell!" she yells at him with a smack to his chest and her hands to her hips as she scolds him. "You said you were going to be a better man!"

"What!" he playfully responds. "I asked nicely and didn't burn the guy. Baby steps, Butterfly. You can't expect me to change overnight," he says with a wide boyish grin that she tries to be angry with but her ability is quickly dwindling.

He chuckles at the defiant look on her face that just makes her cute as ever. He snatches her chin between his fingers and forces her head to look up at him. "It looks good on you," he tells her quietly as his lips reach hers and softly brushes the skin against each other. "You're perfect," he whispers as he closes the gap and kisses her softly and lovingly.

"Yay!" Toga excitedly claps with happy jumps. "We definitely need to celebrate now!"

A loud pop is heard as Twice jumps in with a bottle of champagne and showers them all with the sticky liquid. The girls shriek while the guys threaten their friend for getting them dirty. Asami finds herself smiling as she watches Dabi threaten to burn Twice for getting champagne all over him while Twice runs off to get glasses.

He turns back to her and she looks up at him with a soft smile on her face. "It's beautiful," she says, lowering her voice so only he can hear her. "Thank you, Touya."

"Yeah, yeah, Butterfly it wasn't that big of a deal," he tries to play off coolly as his heart races in his chest at the look she gives him.

When Twice returns with the drinks they all begin to celebrate with cheers and toasts. They wish a happy relationship between the newly wedded couple. Dabi reassures Toga and Twice that they will have a more formal ceremony with the whole League there to participate in and celebrate and the duo begin meticulously planning.

Compress congratulates the two of them, and even Spinner is happy for them when he sees how thrilled the couple are to be together.

Even though it is not with his family or the way he may have initially planned, as he looks around the room at the smiling faces of the members of the League, Dabi realizes that he doesn't need his family to make this wedding perfect. Over the past year, the League have proven to be a better family to him than the one he was born into, and as they plan the ceremony together, he wouldn't have it any other way.

He grabs a drink for Asami and they begin to celebrate with everyone. Spinner plays some upbeat music, Compress passes out drinks, Toga tugs on Asami's arms to get her dancing with her and Twice, and Dabi passes around a joint for everyone to share. Soon the room is filled with drunken laughter and happy smiles.

Dabi leans back in the couch with his boots propped up on the table as he leisurely nurses a joint with Spinner sitting next to him. He watches Asami as she cheerily chats and laughs with Toga and Twice. His eyes burrow into her and she can feel his gaze on her as he watches her every move.

Asami glances over at him, feeling his eyes on her for so long that she needs to look at him. She catches his stare and when their eyes lock, a shiver rolls down her spine at the primitive look in his eyes. There is a complexity to his stare; he is clearly horny and is undressing her with his eyes, but there is an underlining jealousy in his glare as he notices just how close she is standing next to Twice.

She pulls her eyes from his watchful glare and continues dancing loosely with Toga and Twice. The drinks and joints are now heavily flowing through her and she feels weighed down and sleepy. Her head is spinning but there's still a euphoric glee flowing through her limbs.

She can still feel Dabi's animalistic gaze on her as he watches her every move, and a sick part of her wants to toy with his patience. She turns to Twice, grabbing his arm and pulling him into a hug. They hang on one another as they sloppily dance together to the hypnotic beat. Asami turns away from Twice and backs her ass into his groin as she gyrates against him to the beat of the song.

Twice's hands find her hips to guide her movements when Dabi sits up from the couch at full attention. He leans forward, setting his elbows on his knees and interlocking his hands. He watches her through his lashes and spikey strands of jet-black hair that shadows his face. He's trying to maintain an air of collectiveness as Spinner mindlessly goes on about something he stopped listening to long ago.

Toga joins in on the dancing, creating a train of bodies as she connects herself to Asami and sandwiches the girl between the two of them.

Asami turns her head back to Dabi and when her eyes reach his, she sees just how predatory his gaze is. A shiver rolls down her spine as she sees the territorial look in his eyes. She's toying with him and he knows that, but he won't let her think she can get away with this type of behavior. He shakes his head ever so slightly to warn her to knock it off and get her ass off of Twice's groin.

She playfully rolls her eyes at him and continues to dance against Twice and Toga as the booze and weed dictate her body into not giving a shit as to what Dabi wants. This defiant action sparks a possessiveness in Dabi's chest and he lifts himself from the couch. He steps towards her and is looming over her in less than three strides.

His hand grasps around her elbow as he snatches her and pulls her close to him. She can feel the heat emanating off of him and it just makes her smile even more at how she can toy with him so easily. "What's wrong?" she innocently asks him with wide doe eyes like she doesn't fucking know.

He tugs on her elbow and whisks her away from the others while she weakly protests. "Dabi, where are we going?" No one seems to care or notice their departure as everyone is far too blitzed out of their minds to even care.

Dabi escorts her to his bedroom and a soft smile plays at her lips. She effectively pissed him off enough to skirt her away to punish her and she shakes with lustful anticipation.

He shuts the door behind him when they step into the bedroom and crosses his arms over his chest as he glares down the brim of his nose at her. "Get to the bed and bend over," he commands with a primitive growl.

"And if I don't?" she drunkenly slurs.

A light flashes through his bright eyes as if the flames behind his irises ignite at her defiant tone. He moves quickly, snatching the back of her neck and turning her away from him. He bends her over the bed and smashes her face into the mattress.

"You're a defiant little cunt tonight aren'tchya, Butterfly?" he asks her as he grinds his hips against her ass.

"Hmm," she moans against the mattress, "That's no way to talk to your wife, Touya."

A shiver rolls down Dabi's spine at her response and he bucks his hips against her ass. He kicks her legs apart and lifts the fabric of her skirt to expose a surprising sight. Staring back at him is a black lacy thong and a matching garter belt attached to her thigh high stockings. His hands quickly latch to the globes of her ass cheeks as he gives the milky mounds a tight squeeze in his heated hands.

"Fuck, you came prepared to get railed. You dirty fucking whore," he teases her as he leans over her back to begin peppering her spine with heated kisses. She whimpers at his touch, feeling so hot and bothered as the drugs and alcohol cloud her mind.

His hands grip and pull at the soft flesh of her ass before he pulls his palm away, only to return it to her cheek with a hard and heated slap. The sound of the slap resounds in the small room as her breath hitches at the hit. "That was for rubbing yourself on Twice like a bitch in heat."

"Dabi," she scolds him with a rolling of her eyes. "I was just having fun," she drunkenly slurs.

"Gonna punish you nice and good for lookin' his way, let alone rubbing this fine ass on him like it ain't fucking mine," he tells her.

She hums at the promise, lifting her ass up to him and inviting the punishment. Dabi smiles to himself as he begins tugging himself out of his jeans. To his dissatisfaction he is met with the realization that he is not hard. He groans to himself as he begins pumping his flaccid dick. He's extremely drunk and getting hard is proving to be more difficult than he would like to admit.

Asami glances back when he doesn't plunge himself in right away as he's known to do. She looks down at his hand to see that he's pumping with frustration. She moves her hand to his soft dick to help but he swats her away.

"I can do it myself," he snaps at her with a building frustration.

"Let me help," she responds tiredly.

"Don't you worry, Butterfly," he tells her. "You'll get it soon enough," he promises as he continues to pump.

She lays her head back down on the mattress, feeling herself drifting to sleep as the drugs and alcohol begin to hit her from lack of moving. Dabi looks up at her, seeing her falling asleep and he scowls at her.

He grabs hold of her hips and flips her onto her back. She squeals at his quick movement, feeling herself getting dizzy and trying to get a hold of her surroundings. Dabi tugs her legs apart and lifts her skirt up to her stomach. He hooks his thumbs into the belts of her garter belt and dives his face between her legs, pressing his lips to her clothed pussy. He can feel the heat emanating off of her and he tugs the fabric to the side.

Dabi plays with her folds, collecting the slick from her slit and moving it up and down. She returns with soft whimpers of enjoyment, but her head is still so clouded and she could easily fall asleep despite his work on her.

Her head is heavy as she rocks it back and forth, too drunk for any of this. There's no way she will be able to perform in any way and she feels herself falling asleep.

"Mmm, you're 'mazing," she drunkenly muses. Dabi huffs a chuckle against her folds, still nowhere near hard enough to fuck her. "You make me s'happy," she continues to groggily speak. "This ring," she weakly lifts her hand to look up at it, only to heavily drop it to the mattress. "s'perfect."

Dabi continues to lick at her pussy, flattening his tongue and flicking at her folds. She isn't responsive much to his attention on her, and it's not getting him hard as he had hoped. They are clearly both too fucked up for this.

"M'husband," she continues incoherently. "I want…" she bites down on her lower lip. He feels good what he is doing down there, but she's far too crossfaded to cum, no matter how hard he tries. She whines as her head attempts to lift up and look at him, but it's too heavy to move. "Babies," she sighs as she melts into the mattress.

Dabi stops what he's doing and looks up at her with narrowing eyes. Did he hear her correctly? She had to have said something else. She didn't just say that she wants—

"Let's make babies."

Dabi lifts himself from between her thighs, hearing her now clear as day. His brows press together as he looks at her inquisitively. "Babies?" he questions her.

"Yeah," she moans with her eyes closed. "I wanna have your babies."

Dabi swallows hard, unable to tell if she's being serious or not, since she's so fucked. "I thought you didn't want kids," he asks her with a heavy beating heart.

"But m'your wife… and I want your babies," she returns simply. "Mmm," she moans as her heavy arms cover her eyes. "I wanna live in the countryside… baby on m'back… farmin'…"

"Butterfly, you're talkin' nonsense," Dabi shakes his head as he lifts himself onto his knees on the bed. "You don't want kids, you said it yourself."

"But I'm wife…" she stupidly responds as if that will answer why she would change her mind. "I always wanted… your babies…"

He blinks back at her, feeling a heavy constriction in his chest. She's not serious. She can't be serious.

"You don't want babies with me. Not with a shitty body and Quirk like mine," he tells her with a underlaying sadness in his tone.

"Always wanted…" she can't finish her sentence and he swallows down the growing lump in his throat. "The teacup," she mumbles to herself.

"You deserve the big nice house in the city," he tells her. "You deserve the job you worked for."

She shakes her head slowly and heavily against the mattress. "I don't want it. I want… countryside. You. The babies. All of it with you."

"You really want a Todoroki bastard inside of ya?" he asks her skeptically and she returns with a scoff and an overexaggerated roll of her eyes.

"I want your babies, Touya!" she returns with a bratty tone.

He chuckles at her tone and crawls on top of her, lifting her legs around his waist as he grinds himself against her sex. "Yeah alright, you want me to fuck ya?" he asks her as he lowers his lips to the lobe of her ear. "I'll fill you up until it leaks outta ya," he promises with an animalistic growl.

She giggles against the warmth of his breath fanning her cheek. "But you drank too much," she snickers and he looks down at his groin to see that he's not hard in the slightest.

"Oh, fuck off, just give me a sec," he snaps as he tries to get himself hard with impatient pumps.

"You drank too much," she playfully teases him.

"Maybe I just don't wanna fuck a blitzed-out starfish! You can hardly keep your eyes open!" he challenges her.

"You drank t'much," she smiles widely with her eyes barely managing to open.

"Oh, so you're telling me you never had bird boy go soft on ya? Didn't ever use that blood Quirk of yours to make him hard?" he scoffs.

"Don't mention him," she says with an overexaggerated childish frown.

"So you did use your Quirk on his cock?" he smiles to himself as if he's discovered something diabolical. "Damn I wish ya still had your Quirk. I'd be hard and fucking you dumb right now if I never got rid of it." He falls heavily on the bed with a loud thump next to her, making her groan at the movement. "I'd fuck a Todoroki bastard inside ya. Watch you get nice and big with my seed. Your tits would get all swollen with milk; you'd be so fucking beautiful," he muses as he pulls his arms behind his head and rests on them.

She hums at him, quickly fading from the drugs and alcohol.

"You really want it?" he asks her with a less teasing tone and adopting a more serious one. "The life in the countryside with a little bastard on your back?"

"Yeah, Touya," she barely responds.

"You take those pills daily, yeah? To block it or somethin'?" he asks and she hums in response. Dabi looks up at the ceiling, his throat tightening as he says, "Don't take it tomorrow."

She doesn't respond and he glances over at her to see that she's fallen asleep. He examines her face to admire how peaceful she looks when she's asleep. She wants your babies, he thinks to himself incredulously.

Touya always wanted a family with the wedding. He was always a sucker for the idea. He wanted to be a top pro hero and he wanted to come home to a family that would appreciate him and all his hard work and success. He would have a child that he would coach how to use their Quirk. He would be better than his father and prove that he could have both the career and the family. But somewhere down the line when he became Dabi, he lost that dream. Maybe it was the same day he realized he was never going to become a hero.

He may not have a shot at being a hero, but a dad? A Husband? A provider to her? He could make an empire with her under Shigaraki's rule when they win this war, or he can leave with her in the countryside and live out their life peacefully. But he could have it all. He smiles as his chest fills with a newly invigorated excitement for his future.

He kisses her forehead. "Get some rest, Butterfly."

The following morning Asami is hungover out of her mind. Her head is pounding and after spending most of the morning throwing up and taking freezing cold showers, she finally manages to get dressed in high-waisted black leggings and a teal long sleeve crop top.

She leaves Dabi to sleep while she gets ready in her room. She pulls on the shirt over her head and situates it on her body before looking down at her dresser. Her eyes fixate on the large ring that Dabi got for her. It feels strange seeing the ring and thinking of him as her husband. The ring makes the promise all the more real, and yet, she can't bring herself to wear it… not yet at least.

She leaves the ring on the dresser for now and promises herself that she will come back for it before Dabi wakes for the day. She instead thinks about what happened the night before as she recalls only scattered images and scenes. She barely remembers the conversation she and Dabi had before she fell asleep.

What the fuck were you thinking? Babies?!

Asami isn't sure what she was saying. She's never wanted children; ever since her mother left her, she promised herself that she would never have a child and make them feel as abandoned as she made her feel. So why did she tell Dabi that she wanted his babies. Does she want his children?

She glances down at the pack of birth control pills sitting on her dresser, feeling as though they are staring a hole into her.

"Don't take it tomorrow."

She swallows hard as she grabs the pack and hovers over the pill for the day. She brushes the plastic with her thumb as she thinks about it.

Babies.

Babies with Touya.

The countryside with babies with Touya.

She swallows hard.

Asami places the pack back down and looks at herself in the mirror. She takes in a deep breath and after a moment of closing her eyes and allowing her mind to go completely blank, she turns away from the dresser and leaves the pack untouched for the day.

Asami leaves her room and heads to the lobby where she finds Spinner and Compress cleaning the common area that was left a mess from their party the night before.

"Well look who decided to join the living," Spinner teases her as she approaches the two of them.

"I wouldn't call myself living," she groggily returns with a hoarse voice. "What time is it?" she asks him.

"Two in the afternoon," Compress informs her and she returns with a groan.

"Have a long night?" Spinner asks her. "We noticed you called it a bit early," he lingers with a cheeky grin.

"Nothing happened," she reassures him. "I was beyond fucked up last night. Hell, I still feel drunk."

"Yeah, we're all a mess," he chuckles at her. "Twice and Toga were zombies this morning."

"Dabi's still sleeping too," she informs him. "Need any help?"

"Can you find Twice and convince him to use his Quirk? Maybe get the clones to do the work while we sleep."

"That sounds like a great idea," she snickers as she turns from them to find the villain.

She wanders around the compound in a search for Twice. She checks the classroom where he's been meeting with the MLA member who's been teaching him to find it empty. She checks his room and Toga's to find them both empty. She continues to search the compound for the spots he frequents to find him nowhere in sight. She should have asked Spinner where he last saw the man.

She turns down a corridor, shutting her eyes tightly as she yawns heavily. She grumbles at her increasing headache and reminds herself that she needs to drink some serious water when she's finished here.

Asami opens one of the office doors when she feels something brush her shoulder. She turns her head when she notices the red feather dancing against her skin. She widens her eyes and looks around to see if anyone is around. When she decides the coast is clear she whispers under her breath, "Hawks, it's too dangerous right now."

"Asami," she hears and her heart races wildly. She turns around to see the blonde standing before her.

"Hawks, what are you—" before she can finish, he places his hands on her shoulders and skirts her into a conference room. She looks up at him and her facial features drop when she notices the look of dread taking over his expression. "What's going on?" she asks him.

"I'm here to get you out," Hawks tells her sternly.

"Get me out?" she questions. "What do you mean?"

"Asami, the heroes are here. They are on the horizon, about to attack the base. I'm here—"

The look of absolute terror flashes over her face as his words sink into realization. She shakes her head when she sees the gravity of the situation in his expression. "They… they can't be here," she begins and he furrows his brows at her. "We still have time, Shigaraki won't be finished until—"

"What are you saying?" he interrupts her. "Why would the heroes wait until they've perfected Shigaraki to become an unstoppable Nomu?" he questions and she realizes how dumb she must sound. "You gave us all the information we needed to begin our assault. Endeavor and the others are leading an assault on Jaku as we speak. There are more heroes on the horizon preparing to take over this place. I'm here to get you out safely before the heroes attack."

She shakes her head no. They aren't ready to fight. They are all too fucked up from the night before and don't stand a chance against the heroes.

"We need to go, Asami," he tells her in a stern tone.

"What about Dabi?" she asks him, looking up at him with glistening eyes.

Hawks bites back his disdain at the sparkle in her eyes when she mentions the villain's name. He sighs heavily before grabbing for her biceps and looking at her with strong golden eyes. "You don't have to go with him, Asami. If you're afraid of him—"

She takes a step away from him and out of his grip, the look of betrayal on her eyes strikes through him like a knife through the chest. "You promised me," her voice breaks as she feels the sting of his treachery.

"You can't seriously want to leave with him, Asami. He's a villain. He's killed dozens of people. You don't have to go with him. I can keep you safe, but you have to leave with me, now," he says with a hand extended out to her.

She shakes her head at him, "I can't, Hawks."

"I can protect you, Baby. He's not going to hurt you if you leave, I promise."

"I want to, Keigo," she tells him strongly and he blinks at her with widening eyes. "I'm sorry," she says sadly, "But I want to."

His heart races wildly as he thinks about what this means. She can't seriously want to leave with someone like Dabi; he's a fucking maniac. She clearly doesn't know her options and Hawks knows that he has to do something to stop this insanity. It worked with her clone. It will work with her.

He grabs her face with both of his hands, looking into her bright lilac eyes as a layer of tears begin building behind her lashes. "Baby," he beseeches her. "I love you," he tells her with a strong voice as his golden eyes search hers for a response.

Her eyes widen and shake in their sockets as the words penetrate her skull. "I'm sorry I never told you," he continues. "I should've fucking said it more often. I took you for granted, but I am not letting you get away. Baby, I love you. I want a life with you. This hero work, my public image… everything… I'll end it all to have a life with you. I love you, Asami and I won't watch you throw away your life for a villain without knowing that."

His eyes watch hers and he feels his heart falling into the pit of his stomach when he sees her eyes. She's crying but it's not from joy that he finally confessed his true feelings for her, and it's not relief that he's getting her out of a frightening situation that she's unable to escape. In her eyes there is the unmistakable look of regret spilling from her gaze.

Her head softly shakes as her brows knit together and she tries to make sense of his confession. "Keigo," her voice tells him everything and he shuts his eyes, already knowing what she's going to say. "I'm sorry," she croaks out. "I choose him."

He opens his eyes, searching hers for the lie in them but they are more genuine than he's ever seen them. He brushes her cheek with his thumb, wiping away the tears freely falling from her eyes.

He takes in a labored breath knowing by the look in her eyes that there is nothing more that he can say. She's made her decision and it's not him. He honestly thought that telling her that he loved her would change something, but it's clear that their love is dead, and there is nothing left. He was too late. For the hero that moved too fast, he waited too long with the only thing that really mattered to him.

His lips quiver as he moves towards her, pulling her face to his and placing a kiss on her lips. She doesn't push him away because she knows he needs this. It's a final goodbye for a love that has died. There is nothing to remain between them and that sinking realization drives him into a desperate embrace to hold onto the embers of their dwindling love, but she's decided that this love has died, and there is nothing he can do to revive it.

A tear falls down his cheek as he kisses her in this final goodbye. She places her hand on his cheek, brushing him softly to comfort him.

"What the heck's going on here?"

Hawks and Asami's lips detach with a heavy plop as she pushes herself away from him at the sound of the all too familiar voice. Her heart races wildly as she looks at the man with wide fearful eyes.

"Twice," her voice shakily calls out to her friend as he stands stiffly in the doorframe of the conference room.

Before either of them can make another move or say another word, Hawks releases his fierce wings, surrounding the villain and forcing him to the ground with a thousand feathers pointing daggers at him.

"Hawks, what are you doing?" she shrieks at the hero as her hands lift in the air, shaking uselessly since she's afraid to touch his wings.

"What's going on? Asami?" Twice calls out to her with a desperate tone. "You're… no, no, no, no, NO!" he cries out wildly. "No! Not again! First the Yakusa now… no! Asami, you were one of us! You were family! You can't be one of them! It's always like this! Asami please—"

His voice is silenced by a red feather slapping over his lips. "Please don't resist, Bubaigawara," he warns him with a dark tone that Asami has never heard from him.

Asami swallows down the lump in her throat as she staggers away from the sight with her legs giving into the panic of the situation. "Jin… I'm so sorry…"

A/N: For my manga readers... IT. IS. TIME! I can't wait to show you what I have planned, it's going to be wild and tragic and so angsty! Please leave a review to let me know what you think! I love hearing from you!