You wake up, cold compared to when Dabi held you. You shiver slightly, wondering if it really was just a dream, but as you shift to roll out of bed, the slight, pleasant soreness between your legs tells you that whatever it was, SOMETHING happened last night. You walk into your bathroom, yawning and stretching, and nearly shriek in surprise when you see your reflection. Hair tousled from something more than just sleep, hazy eyes, still thinking about the dream, and a small love bite poking out from the collar of your shirt. You lean closer to your reflection, slightly distressed, but sigh in relief when you find that the mark is easily covered by the shirt you had planned to wear today anyways. You change clothes, noting the other marks Dabi left on you from your dream, and frowning slightly as you wonder how what happened in the dream world transferred to the physical world. Your thoughts, however, wander from the hows to the actual content of your dream last night, causing a heated blush to creep up your cheeks as you remember just what exactly went down between the two of you, or, more accurately, who went down on you last night. Your blush creeps higher on your cheeks as you remember his fingers, the pleasure and sensations that happened…and then you are interrupted by your phone buzzing. Your university was hit in the aftermath of a villain attack over the weekend, causing damages to the buildings your classes take place in. Your professors were kind enough to give you and your classmates the day off, and you sigh in relief, knowing that you have plenty of time to collect your thoughts about the night before. You turn back to your bed, pulling out one of your romance novels and flopping down to finish reading it. It's a steamy book about a knight and a princess who rescues herself and ends up fighting alongside the knight, and you enjoy the equality they share in the story. You devour the rest of the book, practically inhaling their adventures and love story, and, surprisingly enough, the smut has given you an idea for your night with Dabi that lies ahead. You smirk slightly. If he wants to lay you open like that…perhaps you'll just have to…get back at him. You know, make it even. As your thoughts drift back to last night again, you bite your lip slightly, hand roaming south and under the waistband of your shorts as you remember his teasing touches from your not-quite dream. You slip a finger inside yourself, wishing it was his instead, and, when you find release, you're left slightly disappointed, feeling somehow empty without his presence. Surprisingly, and although he's an incredibly dangerous villain, you can't help but like him, need him. You've seen him only twice, but you play his dark chuckle, his laugh, his words as his voice deepens with his need for you. Maybe this whole thing won't be as bad as you were afraid of…but you shake off that hope. As much as you need him, need his presence and his touch, you're a healer. Studying to save lives, while he works to shorten them. You're not naive enough to believe you can 'fix him', and you have no intentions of becoming a villain yourself. You snort slightly at the thought, trying to imagine yourself as one of the dark figures that threaten the news weekly, and failing spectacularly. You're not cut out for that sort of thing, but Dabi…you sigh. Even though you're soulmates, even though your soul feels like it's complete around him, you're so…different from each other. It makes you wonder why you two were chosen for each other by whatever entity causes the dreams, and how you can make this work. There's no doubt that he feels the same way about you, not with how he looked at you last night. That pure need in those turquoise eyes mirrored your own, and, well, you suppose that there was another tell that he needs you. Bodies are hard to lie through, harder than words, usually, and a rock-hard dick tends to be a fairly reliable indicator of someone's wants. Your cheeks color slightly at the memory, of the way your body reacted to the sight of it, of him, as bared to you as you were to him. Shaking the deeper thoughts from your mind, you begin your planning, or, more accurately, plotting, for your anticipated dream tonight.

As you prepare for bed later, you intentionally select a set of lingerie, one of your favorites from your small collection. The black lace set, at first glance, seems to be somewhat modest, or as modest as underwear can be. The top of the set looks like a halter top, sleeveless, and is cropped close to the bottom of your ribcage, with a dramatic V of lace diving down your abdomen to connect with the bottoms, which are a thong, barely a scrap of fabric in their own right. The top, upon closer inspection, is anything but modest, with practically transparent lace that hides nothing about your cleavage, with two gaps where your nipples peek through. You throw on an old, oversized t-shirt over the set before settling into bed, prepared to give your soulmate the night of his life, ready or not.

When you drift off, you open your eyes in a different room than last night's dream, and Dabi, much to your amusement, has already arrived. It would seem that all your thoughts about your plans bled into the dream world before either of you arrived, and Dabi lies on a large bed, a towel around his waist. He grins as he sees you, and you approach the bed, unable to hold back a similar grin, leaning in to kiss him.

"I missed you, little bird." Dabi murmurs against your lips, rising up on his elbows to better reach you. You, however, have other plans, pushing him back down into the pillows and crawling onto the bed.

"You know, I think I owe you a favor. For last night." Your words are husky, the need to see him writhe beneath you the way you did beneath him growing steadily. He smirks, the picture of confidence, and laces his hands behind his head, a challenge in his eyes.

"Oh? Well, then, little bird. Don't let me stop you."

You smirk slightly, then move to straddle him, starting on his neck. You start gently, pressing kisses along his jaw, moving down to his adam's apple, and lower, to his collarbone. You smirk slightly as his breath hitches, moving back over that spot and giving it the extra attention. Satisfied, you move lower, pressing a kiss to his heart, and then pulling back slightly to look at him before going lower. His eyes are glued to you, the need clear in his gaze, and you smirk slightly before slipping the t-shirt you'd worn over your lingerie over your head, letting it fall to the side. His eyes widen, and you can't ignore the rush that his lust for you sends to your core. He begins to reach for you, but you grab his wrists, pinning them away.

"You can have a turn later…if I'm feeling generous."

He smirks slightly, but complies, again leaning back against the pillows.

"Very well, little bird…but I'll be taking my turn."

You shiver slightly at the pure intent in his voice, then turn your attention back to your main focus: the towel around his waist. Or, more specifically, the cock under it. You take your time unwrapping the towel, and when his already hard dick springs up, you smirk.

"All this, just for me? You shouldn't have."

Dabi smirks, a predatory grin, that damned canine of his glinting slightly.

"Always for you, little bird."

Your lips curl into a smile, and you run featherlight fingers across the head of his cock, watching his reaction. He twitches slightly at the teasing, light touch, but that cocky smirk is still on his lips. You wrap your hand around him, pumping his length with a firm hand, and he bites his lip, eyes closing. You smirk, repeating the motion, then lean down and drag your tongue up the length of him. His hands fist in the sheets, head jerking back at the sudden contact, and a low, sensual moan rolls out of him, a sound that seems to go straight to your core and light a fire. Knowing you've got him at your mercy, you swirl your tongue around his tip, then pull him into your mouth, taking him deep. He makes a sound of guttural lust, hips bucking slightly, and you laugh around him before licking him again, letting the vibrations crash into his most sensitive place. You work him with lips and tongue and hands, his noises of pleasure growing louder until he groans.

"Little bird…"

You already know what you want, a hand drifting to gently squeeze his balls. He tenses, hands shooting into your hair as he thrusts his hips up, cock going down your throat as he comes. You stroke him through it, then slide off of him, swallowing once. His eyes are wide, and you know you've got him. You sit back, smirking.

"Not so tough now, are we?"

You assume, incorrectly, that he'll be as blown apart as you were last night. But as you move to recover your shirt, he moves faster than you thought was possible. In an instant, he's flipped your positions, looming over you while pinning you to the bed. You startle at the sudden movement, wings splayed beneath you, as he pins your wrists to your sides, leaning in.

"You really think I'll just let you walk away from that?"

He teases, voice low and seductive. You wriggle slightly, pressing your scantily clad figure to him, teasing him further.

"I certainly hope not."

At this point, you haven't the faintest idea of what you're getting into, but damn if you don't need him now. His coming undone in your mouth had you close to coming yourself, and he hadn't even touched you. He drags his tongue up your neck, creating a trail of heat and sensation that has you biting your lip and writhing against him. He chuckles, a low, dark sound that makes your blood heat, and then he's pulling back to examine you, eyes devouring your attire.

"You made an…interesting decision tonight, little bird."

His hands drift to your top, fingers stroking your already hard nipples. You whimper slightly, and he grins ferally, leaning back over you to whisper in your ear.

"You've done such a nice job already…now let me do the work."

He removes your top, sliding down to your legs and the itty bitty bottoms you selected. You writhe slightly, anxious for his hands to be on you, inside you, but he laughs, then hooks the string of the thong with his teeth, dragging it down your thighs in a tantalizingly slow motion. He rises above you again, both of you totally bared, and leans down to kiss you, a finger sliding inside of you at the same time. You gasp into his mouth at the sudden intrusion, granting his tongue entry, and he takes his time, devouring every moan that rolls from your tongue to his as he works you with his hand. You regain some semblance of coherent thought and reach down, stroking his already hard cock once more, and he growls into your mouth, pulling away. You whine as he removes the finger from inside you, the lack of contact leaving you feeling empty. He sits back slightly, then, watching you, licks your juices from his finger. You blush hard, and he smirks, then leans back over you, pressing kisses down your neck, taking a moment to suck that sensitive spot into his mouth, taking his time to leave marks. You can't help the small moans and gasps, and then he's rising over you, one hand going to line himself up with your entrance. His eyes meet yours, an unspoken question, but you nod. You want, no, need this, more than air or water. He pushes in agonizingly slowly, and you want more, but he's stretching you in a way that you've never felt before, and you understand the slowness. He takes his time, inching in and pulling out until he's fully seated inside of you. You're both panting, taking a moment for both of you to adjust. You're shockingly tight for him, and you're squeezing him hard enough that he thinks he might come without even getting to play. Once you've both adjusted, Dabi sets a steady pace, hands braced beside yours, face hovering near yours. He watches your gasps and moans, but you're the one to tell that he's coming first. Or so you thought. As you feel him start to tighten inside of you, he reaches a hand down and rubs your clit as he pushes all the way in, causing you to scream with pleasure as you come hard, and, a moment later, he does the same, a muffled shout escaping him as he pulls out to come. Your mind is so blurred from pleasure that you hadn't even had time to think…condoms. Shit. You forgot about condoms. But he…he remembered to pull out. Your gaze meets his as you both slowly recover, and he chuckles.

"Gotta be careful. Can't be getting you pregnant before we've even officially met."

You clap a hand to your mouth, face turning bright red as you realize something. Dabi chuckles.

"What's wrong, little bird?"

You blush harder, looking away.

"You don't even know my name."

Dabi blinks, surprised, then laughs, hard. As he recovers, he drags a hand through his ruffled hair, grinning down at you.

"I guess we kind of skipped that step, didn't we?"

You look down, embarrassed.

"I mean, I know who you are…"

Dabi leans in, forcing you to look at him.

"Everyone knows who I am. But who, little bird, are you? I want to get to know the woman who I want to spend the rest of my life with."

You blush, the familiar heat creeping up your cheeks again.

"I'm not really anybody important. Not like you are, anyways."

Dabi tilts your chin up, eyes searching.

"Little bird, you're already the most important person to me."

Your eyes widen slightly at the words, words you'd wished someone would say to you all your life. You look down, accepting it.

"Well…my name's Tajo Kiramashu, I'm a second year at a university in Tokyo for medical school, and my quirk…quirks, I guess, are flight and healing."

Dabi smiles, brushing your hair back, then frowns slightly.

"What's wrong?"

You ask, suddenly worried. Dabi glances around, but there's no indication of what he's looking for. He finally speaks

"Aren't you usually awake by now?"

You nod.

"Yeah, but class got cancelled for yesterday and today. A villain attack did some pretty serious damage to my campus."

Dabi whips his gaze back to you, suddenly worried.

"You weren't there, were you? When the attack happened?"

You shake your head, confused.

"No, it was a weekend. Nobody was there, and the damage was 'collateral of another incident', in the words of the police chief."

Dabi sighs in relief, resting his head on your chest.

"Thank god."

You stroke his hair, content to just lie there, when you realize just how tired you are. You drift off, feeling content and warm in his arms, and stay that way until your consciousness pulls you to waking, back in your bedroom.