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MHA Fanfic Continuation: "Vixen's Flame"

OC: Danielle Bun

Alias: Vixen - Quirk: Kitsune

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Part 7.

The League’s safe house wasn’t luxurious—far from it. It was cramped, with creaking floorboards and peeling wallpaper, the kind of place no one looked twice at. That anonymity made it perfect for hiding, but comfort? Not so much.

By the time they’d finished divvying up the few usable beds, it was obvious someone would end up sharing. When Twice and Toga exchanged smirks before grabbing the last bed, leaving only a narrow twin mattress in the corner, Dani narrowed her eyes.

“They’re doing this on purpose,” she muttered.

“Obviously,” Dabi drawled, leaning against the wall with his usual nonchalance. “They think it’s funny.”

Dani shot him a glance, her cheeks warming slightly. The two of them had been skirting the edges of something for weeks now—something unspoken, something electric. “You could always sleep on the floor,” she teased, crossing her arms.

“And miss the chance to make you uncomfortable?” His lips quirked into a smirk. “Not a chance.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.

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The Shared Bed

Later that night, the room was silent except for the soft creaks of the building settling. Dani lay on one side of the bed, her back pressed against the wall, while Dabi sprawled on the other, one arm slung over his eyes.

The bed was narrow enough that their arms brushed, even with both of them trying to keep space.

“This is stupid,” Dani muttered, shifting slightly.

“Agreed,” Dabi replied, his voice muffled. “But I’m not moving.”

She huffed, though she wasn’t really annoyed. There was a strange sort of comfort in his presence, even if she’d never admit it.

Minutes passed in silence. She thought he might have fallen asleep when his voice cut through the darkness.

“You’re fidgeting.”

“You’re taking up all the space.”

He snorted softly but didn’t argue. After a moment, Dani sighed, sitting up slightly.

“Okay, come here,” she said, her tone softer than usual.

Dabi tilted his head to glance at her, one eyebrow raised. “What?”

“You’re clearly uncomfortable, and I’m not spending the whole night fighting for room. Just—” She tugged at his arm gently, guiding him to lay down against her. “Get over here.”

For a moment, he didn’t move, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he shifted, laying his head against her chest.

Dani wrapped her arms around him, her fingers brushing against his hair. “See? Not so bad.”

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The Cuddle Session

At first, Dabi was stiff, like he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. But as her fingers combed gently through his hair, he began to relax. His breathing evened out, and the tension in his shoulders eased as he melted into her touch.

Dani couldn’t help but smile, the corners of her lips curling upward as she felt him finally let go. For someone who exuded so much fire and confidence, he seemed almost fragile in her arms.

“Dabi,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Hmm?”

“You can let go, you know. You don’t have to keep carrying everything by yourself.”

He didn’t reply, but the way his hand clutched at her side, his fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt, spoke volumes.

For a long while, they stayed like that. Dani traced soothing circles along his back, her touch slow and deliberate. Dabi’s breathing grew heavier, his head tucked against her neck like he was trying to disappear into her.

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The Kiss

“Dani,” he said softly, his voice rough and barely audible.

“Yeah?”

He lifted his head slightly, just enough to meet her gaze. The look in his eyes was vulnerable, unguarded in a way she’d never seen before.

“I don’t… I don’t know what this is,” he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. “But whatever it is, I don’t want it to stop.”

Her heart squeezed at his words. Slowly, she cupped his face, her thumb brushing against the staples in his skin. “It doesn’t have to,” she whispered.

Dabi leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before he opened them again, searching her face. And then, as if pulled by an invisible thread, he closed the distance between them.

The kiss was soft, almost tentative at first, as though he was afraid it might break something. But as Dani’s lips moved against his, warmth flooded through both of them, chasing away the cold edges of their world.

When they finally pulled apart, Dani rested her forehead against his, a small smile playing on her lips. “Still think this is stupid?” she teased gently.

Dabi huffed a quiet laugh, his hand sliding up to cradle her face. “Maybe. But it’s our kind of stupid.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, they both allowed themselves to simply exist in the moment—together.

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The night stretched on, and every kiss was a silent confession, a surrender. They couldn’t stop—each time their lips met, it was as if they were both letting go of everything they’d been holding inside. Every lingering touch, every breathless pause, only fueled the desire to have more, to claim and be claimed, to break down the walls they’d built so high between them.

Dabi’s hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer, his body pressing into hers with a hunger that neither of them had expected. They were tangled in each other now, no more teasing, no more pretending it was just a passing moment. This was real, this was them.

His lips found her neck, a trail of kisses down her throat that made her shiver, made her gasp. Dani’s hands traced the curve of his back, pulling him closer, her own body arching up to meet him. Her heart raced in sync with his, both of them lost in the overwhelming tide of heat and connection.

"Do you want this?" Dabi's voice was raw, barely a whisper against her skin, but it held the weight of the question that had been simmering between them for so long.

She didn’t hesitate. "Yes," she breathed, her hands tugging him back to her lips, claiming him in the most intimate way possible. The kiss deepened, urgent now, as if they were both trying to consume each other whole.

Dabi’s fingers brushed the sides of her shirt, his touch hesitant but filled with need. Dani shivered beneath him, her hands moving to pull him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist as their bodies aligned perfectly. No more hesitation, no more second-guessing. They were here, together, in this moment.

The kisses continued, frantic and passionate, a tangled mess of lips, skin, and unspoken emotions. Their hands moved over each other’s bodies, tracing the soft curves and hard edges, the lines of muscles and scars that told the stories they had never shared aloud.

Each touch, each caress, felt like a revelation. Dani’s fingers brushed over Dabi’s tattoos, tracing the flames, feeling the heat of them, as if she could unlock every part of him. His hands found her curves, pulling her closer, his lips never straying far from hers, as if the mere act of kissing was not enough to satiate the fire that had ignited between them.

They didn’t speak, not much. They didn’t need to. The shared looks—those fleeting moments where their gazes met and held, silent understanding passing between them—spoke louder than words ever could.

Clothes slowly disappeared, discarded carelessly on the floor, their need to be closer than they ever had been overriding any shred of hesitation. Their bodies met, skin on skin, in a beautiful, chaotic embrace, as if every part of them were trying to get closer, to become one.

Dabi’s kisses moved lower, his lips tracing a line from her mouth down to her collarbone, then to the soft curve of her breast. Dani arched into him, her fingers threading through his hair, urging him closer, her breath coming faster with every touch.

Every kiss was a promise—a promise to never let go, to never pull away again. His hands roamed over her, exploring, claiming, while she did the same, marking him as hers in a way that felt both dangerous and exhilarating.

And when the night seemed to stretch endlessly, when they thought they couldn’t go on, they found each other again, tangled in the sheets, unable to stop. A kiss shared on the tips of fingers, a kiss pressed deep into the curve of her neck, a kiss whispered across the contours of his chest. There was nothing but each other, nothing but the warmth and the heat and the way their bodies fit together as if they were always meant to be.

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The Morning After

Dawn crept through the blinds, the pale light spilling across the room and painting the chaos of their night in soft, golden hues. Dani woke first, the gentle sound of Dabi’s breath filling the silence as she turned her head to find him lying beside her, his arm draped lazily across her waist.

She blinked slowly, her mind still clouded with the remnants of the night, the fire they’d shared, the moments of vulnerability that had made them both raw and real. The sheets were tangled around them, a mess of limbs and bodies and whispered words.

She shifted slightly, careful not to wake him just yet, her eyes studying the marks on his skin, the faint burn scars that were a part of him, part of his past. Her fingers traced them gently, her touch tender, as though she were memorizing every inch of him.

Dabi stirred, his eyes flickering open, meeting hers. There was no uncertainty in his gaze this time, no walls. Only raw honesty, vulnerability.

“Morning,” Dani said softly, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Dabi chuckled, his voice still hoarse. “Didn’t think we’d still be here.”

“Why wouldn’t we be?” she replied, her hand reaching up to gently brush his hair from his forehead. The intimacy of the moment, the softness between them, felt surreal after everything they had been through.

He propped himself up on his elbow, gazing at her with that same unreadable expression. “I wasn’t sure you’d want to stick around after last night.”

Dani’s heart skipped a beat at his words. She cupped his face gently, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. “I want to,” she whispered. “I want this.”

The air between them shifted, the tension from the night melting away as Dabi lowered himself back onto the bed, pulling her into his arms. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice full of warmth, “me too.”

For once, it felt like they didn’t have to pretend, like they didn’t have to fight. They were just two people, lying together, vulnerable and connected in a way that neither of them had expected. The world outside the room could wait. For now, it was just them.

And for the first time in a long time, Dani felt at peace. And so did Dabi.

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