certaintrashruins

[shibaraki]

“partners shouldn’t get emotionally involved with each other.”

a rule dabi lived by - and clearly failed to complete as he makes his way to your apartment. unlike the league, you have made a clear line between your villian and civilian life ; like night and day. which means you have enough to security to keep your identity hidden.

the mask you wear burned itself into his corneas, a feeling he only thought possible from his flames, dabi never thought he would he burned by another until now.

he makes his way up the fire escape of your apartment, moving carefully as he tries not to shift too much. despite the healing quirk used on him - the sting is still there, the newest addition to his body still tender as your budding relationship.

when he arrives to your window in your studio apartment, his hand twitches and subconsciously goes to his hair - as if to try to neaten and straighten his unruly dyed spikes. dabi can remember the exact moment of when his rule broke ; if you where to ask him now, he would blame it on the weather.

your mask had been cracked, you took off the barrier and when he saw your face in the misty, humid rain of july he couldn’t help but find you alluring.

a beautiful horse is found in the field.

blue eyes drank in your features behind his own mask of nonchalance, tracing over the freckles on your cheeks at your light hair had darkened due to the rain. you glanced at him, from the corner of your eye and you invited him to your apartment. it seems as if you have made a pattern, meeting up at your place for dinner.

a man approaches the horse, reaching to pet it’s snout.

this would happen for months - he would learn about you, falling for the tapestry of your being. your life, your hardships, your dream all of it more beautiful than the last and he finds it hard to go back to his rule of not being involved with others. you’ve given him a crumb - a single and shitty shared meal of cup ramen in your dim apartment as the rain drops pelt your windows have grown into months of rendezvous each one more intimate than the last.

the horse turns into a beast and drags the man to the depths.

dabi raps on the glass, and you open it not even a minute later. you’re in your pajamas aka a shirt left behind by him and a pair of his boxers that you keep in rotation for him. dabi grins, the staples on his skin stings but he can’t help but show a little bit of his joy around you.

“hey. i’ve got a surprise for you.” dabi says, straight to the point and you roll your eyes. he tilts his head like a dog and points at his shirt with his lips - a habit from you. raising an eyebrow you study his shirt. you don’t really know what is it you look for, its the same damn white shirt he wears all the time, but then you see it. a small bump at part of his shirt that covers his pec.

if anyone else were to see it, they’d chalk it up as his being cold. only, due to the nature of his quirk dabi is never cold. never before have you heard him shudder or his teeth chitter - with a nod of his head you close in, tugging down the light material from his collar you see it.

a sterling silver bar through the soft, pink skin of his nipple on his left pec. you swallow and his grin grows at your flustered expression.

“when did you get them?” you ask, voice shaking as you strum at all the ideas that fly through your head. dabi simply pulls up his shirt from the bottom, revealing another matching one to you. they are pretty - shining metal that glints under the lights of your small kitchen surrounding by pretty pink nipples.

“today. and they are already healed, the guy there got this quirk that heals up small incisions like these.” he snickers at the look on your face. you’ve never been one to hide your desire for him, he knows what he was going to get into by getting these pretty little adornments.

why else would he pay extra to get them healed the same day?

“think i can get you to cum by playing with them?” you ask, eyes dark when he looks up to meet there gaze. something lights and sparks and runs down his back, into his spine and infecting the marrow of his bones. lust, hot and heavy about all the things you want to do him - the things he’d let you do to him, as a reward for prettying himself up just for you.

as the man drowns, the beast swimming around him, he can see the moon through the shimmering water above him.

dabi only grins, heat coiling in his stomach and there’s steam from the corner of his mouth when he responses with a hedonistic grin,

“let’s found out, yeah?”

the man wouldn’t have it any other way, he thinks as his vision goes black.

i used kelpie imagery in the dabi ask i sent u as its mythos dictates that the kelpie fools its victims with his equine appearance only to drown them to eat them. in a way this is sort of how dabi falls for you. at first he finds you to be a reliable and stable partner, but as the summer nights grow longer and bleed into winter he finds himself dragged into a shared routine of life with you by the feelings that grow in his heart. the piercings he got for you - permeant indents in his most sensitive skin for you are like the final breath taken as your vision goes back under the watery depths. it’s the final nail in the coffin, dabi is in love with you before he could stop himself.