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dearestones · 6 months ago

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Neutrophil Squad x F! Immune Cell Reader Before Dating Headcanons

Warnings: N/A

@hellowiamadrawer Request: Hi again, if it's okay could I have some headcanons of how the female reader (can be an immune cell or regular cell) met the neutrophil squad (4989, 2048,2626 and ofc 2001) before they started dating?

U-2001

U-2001 probably met you when you were both newly matured neutrophils while in the middle of combat. While he's a skilled neutrophil, that doesn't mean that he's infallible.

In the middle of gutting a bacteria with one of his many knives, he forgets that he shouldn't leave his back wide open. As his receptor pings in urgency, he tries to turn around, knife in hand and at the ready, but is still slow to react.

Luckily for him, 2001 is not alone. Despite the bloodbath and carnage that decorates the middle of the bloodstream, you are there to protect him. Like him, you're not a seasoned veteran, but you are spry and full of life. The instant you recognize that your teammate is in trouble, you leap him and immediately annihilate the scum that dared to hurt another immune cell.

After a brief acknowledgement of your valiant efforts, the both of you go back into your attack positions and stave off the continuing infection.

For many cycles afterwards, you don't talk, but acknowledge each other. Respect grows between you and you can on him to step in whenever a bacterium or parasite proves too much and vice versa.

It isn't until the both of you end up being critically injured and sent to the infirmary that you and 2001 finally have a conversation that doesn't require the use of your combat skills and bloodlust.

Between the two of you, your warrior's bond far exceeds everything and allows you to build your relationship from mutual trust and respect.

U-2048

You meet U-2048 when he's busy trying to flirt with various civilian cells. While he definitely has the looks for a cliche Casanova type, he isn't that great with his words.

As an immune cell, he already has points docked for attractiveness because of his inherent bloodlust that comes with the territory, so that rule out most civilians. But, he also has points docked for being rather too forward or too coy with his advances.

He will never admit it, but he can never find the right balance when trying to woo possible love interests.

With you, though, he's a strong conversationalist. Despite his apparent interest in trying to go for various other cells, he always find time to relax and joke around you. Here, all his corny puns and pick up lines actually sound smooth and not like he rehearsed them many times in the mirror like he was still a myelocyte.

Eventually, those pick up lines begin to grow more and more true. It starts as something small. Innocuous. Something he can plausibly deny as being a product of inebriation or deliberate teasing.

However, as time goes on, he becomes more bold and more willing to take risks.

In the end, this culminates in an impromptu confession where he is no longer afraid of possible rejection or making his feelings known.

Whether or not you reject him, he'll be fine. All he wants is to show you that he can be truthful and honest about his feelings.

U-2626

Getting to know U-2626 is a unique experience. He's level headed and rational, compassionate and loyal. Although his hair masks his eyes, and thus, many of his expressions, you can tell that he's always pleased to see you.

It's his smile, his laugh, and his mannerisms that make him intriguing. He's an engaging character who's always keen to make you giggle at his jokes or the stories about his teammates that he made you swear you wouldn't tell anyone.

He's a sweet companion, a friend to you at your lowest, darkest moments. Attentive and kind, he's always there with a mug of steaming green tea and a cone of glucose should you ever need it.

Furthermore, he's while he's great at conversation, he's also a good listener. It doesn't matter if you want to complain or to pass the time by talking about the trivial. He lives for them all because he can spend time with you.

As a result, it's because of these conversations that the both of you come to realize that the both of you hold each other in a positive regard. So much so that it's not long before the both of you are in a relationship—much to the bemusement and fond exasperation of your coworkers.

U-4989

With U-4989, you know you’re always in for a ride.

You know that most of 4989’s improvised weapons are against regulation, but you can’t help indulging him in his whimsical creations that do, more often than not, actually get the job done. You wouldn’t be giving up your standard issued weapons any time soon, but seeing 4989 go after bacteria with a sign for glucose sweets or a pan filled with various nutrients never fails to make you smile.

It’s all adventure and adrenaline with the both of you. It’s almost like the world is constantly colliding and spinning faster and faster, never stopping. From the amusing to the horrifying, the both of you face life’s challenges and hardships with laughter spilling from your mouths and joy in your souls.

For a good while, you thought you were just good friends with him, but then he starts making things for you. Sometimes, it’s weapons. Other times, neat little trinkets that don’t often have a functional purpose, but look pretty in your dorm room. Each and every time, without fail, you thank him and you watch as his large eyes grow wide and his cheeks become saturated with the color of an eosinophil’s uniform.

You grow to love this cute, bashful side of 4989.

Unfortunately, he isn’t always the best with words, often favoring physical affection and action.

That’s more than fine by you.

Really, it’s fine if he wants to take the lead in other aspects of this burgeoning relationship, but it’s you who steps up and tells him that you would like to be official.

Again, his eyes bulge wide open and he looks shocked, but in the end, he accepts.

Every day, from then on, he’s always at your side, fiddling with something new and making sure that you have the nicest of his creations.

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thatlotuscookie · 2 months ago

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hello 🤗🤗 could u write for dabi when he wants to piss off reader so he flirts with some other girl or just does something that makes reader sad and angry and she leaves and gets kidnapped. and she manages to escape, but she's barely holding to life (like some several serious injuries, idk like broken nose, black eye, damaged lung, bleeding etc.) and she's crying, panicking and all, she feels like dying and she runs to kurogiri to the bar and he treats her and calms her down, and dabi finds out what happened, but reader doesn't want to talk to him, see him or have anything to do with him.

could u please make it a longer one and with a fluff ending ❤️ i hope you're happy and doing good 😊

✧･ﾟ: a/n : hihi anon thank you for the request, this one is a bit longer at almost 5k words so i hope you don't mind lolol. enjoy<3

✧ Title: ✧ Shattered Glass ✧ ✧ Characters: Dabi x Fem!Reader ✧ Genre: Angst, Fluff ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: Dabi's need to provoke you backfires when you leave in anger, leading to a kidnapping that leaves you fighting for survival. But sometimes, in the darkest moments, the light can find its way back. ✧ Content Warnings: Kidnapping, Serious Injuries, Panic Attacks, Emotional Vulnerability, Dabi making the reader jealous on purpose. ✧ WC: 4989 words // 28k chars

The sun was setting, casting an orange glow across the abandoned warehouse where you and Dabi often found solace from the chaos of your lives. It was one of those rare moments when everything felt right, a fleeting sense of peace amidst the storm of your daily struggles. You leaned against a stack of crates, sipping a soda while Dabi lounged nearby, a half-smirk on his lips.

He glanced at you, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “Hey, you know Toga’s been hanging around lately?” he said, casually tossing the name out as if it were no big deal.

You furrowed your brows, confusion etched across your face. “Toga? Why would that matter?”

Dabi chuckled softly, the sound sending an uneasy shiver down your spine. “I don’t know, maybe because she’s cute, and I think she likes me.” His tone was teasing, but there was something deeper beneath it, a layer of irritation that clawed at your insides.

You knew Toga was flirtatious and wild, a girl who thrived on chaos, much like Dabi himself. But hearing him mention her like this made your stomach churn. “Come on, Dabi. You’re not seriously considering flirting with her, are you?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, the smirk still plastered on his face. “Why not? She’s fun. You could learn a thing or two from her.”

You felt your heart sink. This was the last thing you needed. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you snapped, irritation flaring within you. “You think I should just be more like her? You know how she is!”

“Chill out,” Dabi replied, waving his hand dismissively. “I’m just saying she’s got confidence. Maybe you should take some notes.”

“Confidence?” you echoed, disbelief coloring your tone. “You think flirting with her is a way to boost my confidence? You’re just trying to piss me off.”

“Maybe I am,” he admitted, a wicked glint in his eye. “But you know I don’t mean anything by it. It’s just fun.”

“Fun for you, maybe!” You were fuming now, your heart pounding in your chest. “Why would you even care about her? You have me!”

He leaned back against the crates, crossing his arms. “Do I, though? You get all upset over nothing. Maybe it’s time you realize that I can do what I want.”

You felt the anger boiling over, a surge of hurt mixed with rage at his cavalier attitude. “If this is how you really feel, maybe I should just leave!”

Dabi raised an eyebrow, as if daring you to do just that. And you did. You spun on your heel, fury propelling you away from him. Your heart ached, and tears threatened to spill as you marched away, unable to comprehend how he could be so thoughtless.

You didn’t look back. The cool evening air hit your face, but it couldn’t freeze the anger burning inside you.

But as you walked, the streets felt less familiar, shadows creeping in around you. Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice the van that slowed as it approached you.

The next thing you knew, a figure jumped out, and before you could react, a rough hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the vehicle. Panic surged through you, heart racing as you kicked and screamed, but a second figure joined, forcing you inside. You fought back with every ounce of strength, but it was no use. They were too strong, and soon you were engulfed in darkness.

Hours later, you came to, disoriented and in excruciating pain. The world around you spun, and your body felt broken. You blinked, trying to focus on your surroundings, but everything was blurred. You were in some kind of dingy basement, the flickering light revealing grimy walls and a bare concrete floor.

Your heart raced as you tried to move, but agony shot through your body—your nose felt broken, and every breath sent sharp pains through your chest. Panic washed over you, and tears spilled down your cheeks. You had to escape.

Summoning every ounce of strength, you pushed yourself up, each movement sending waves of pain through you. The remnants of your earlier anger were replaced by sheer fear as you stumbled toward the door.

You clawed at the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. A sob escaped your lips, the realization of your dire situation hitting hard. “Please, no…!” you cried out, your voice hoarse and weak.

You had to get out. You had to find help.

With a sudden surge of adrenaline, you threw yourself against the door, the wood creaking ominously. The sound echoed in the silence, and with one final push, it burst open. You stumbled out into the night, gasping for breath, pain radiating from every part of your body.

Your legs felt like jelly, but you forced yourself to run, the adrenaline numbing the worst of your injuries. You ran through dark streets, the city feeling like a labyrinth of shadows. Desperation clawed at your throat as you searched for a safe haven.

Finally, you spotted a familiar bar in the distance—the place you knew Kurogiri would be. You pushed through the door, collapsing onto the floor, gasping for breath as you cried out for help.

“Kurogiri!” you sobbed, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Kurogiri rushed to your side, his expression shifting from surprise to concern as he took in your battered form. “What happened?” he asked, his voice steady and calm as he knelt beside you.

“I was… kidnapped,” you gasped, your body trembling as panic rose again. “I don’t know who they were, but… I think I’m hurt badly.”

He nodded, his demeanor shifting to one of urgency. “Let’s get you treated.” He carefully examined your injuries, his touch gentle yet firm as he assessed the damage. “You’ve sustained some serious injuries. A broken nose, bruising, possible lung damage. Just breathe, I need you to focus on that.”

Tears streamed down your face as the pain overwhelmed you, your heart racing with panic. “I don’t want to die,” you choked out, the fear clawing at your throat.

“You’re not going to die,” Kurogiri reassured you, his presence steady. “I promise. Just hold on. You’re safe here.”

He worked quickly, using the supplies he had on hand to bandage your wounds, his movements efficient and calming. With every touch, you felt a little more grounded, the panic slowly ebbing away.

After what felt like an eternity, Kurogiri finished bandaging your injuries. “You’ll be okay,” he said gently. “Just take a few deep breaths. You’re safe now.”

As the tension in your body began to release, the door swung open, and Dabi walked in, his expression shifting from nonchalance to horror as he took in your battered state. “What happened?” he demanded, rushing forward.

You flinched at his presence, the memories of his earlier cruelty flooding back. “Get away from me!” you cried, instinctively recoiling from him, your heart pounding with anger and hurt.

“Please,” he said, his voice softer now, a hint of panic lacing his words. “Just let me help you.”

You shook your head vehemently, your body trembling with emotion. “I don’t want anything to do with you! You did this to me!”

“Did what?” he asked, desperation creeping into his tone. “I didn’t do anything! I—”

“Exactly!” you interrupted, your voice rising with every word. “You didn’t do anything! You just flirted with Toga and left me! You didn’t care!”

Dabi’s expression shifted, guilt etched into his features as he realized the pain he had caused. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his eyes filled with regret. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just—”

“You just wanted to piss me off!” you shouted, the hurt spilling over. “And now look what’s happened! I was taken, Dabi! You don’t get to act like you care now!”

Silence fell between you, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air. Dabi’s expression hardened, and for a moment, he looked lost. You could see the flicker of pain behind his facade, but it didn’t matter. You were too hurt to care.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he said again, his voice barely above a whisper.

As you turned your back to him, the weight of everything crushed you. You were alive, yes, but the pain lingered, both physical and emotional. You needed space, time to heal—without Dabi.

Kurogiri stepped in, his calm presence breaking the tension. “Let’s focus on getting her stable,” he said, guiding you away from Dabi.

You felt a strange sense of relief as Kurogiri continued to care for you, the warmth of his compassion wrapping around you like a safety blanket. Slowly, your breathing steadied, and the pain became more manageable as the adrenaline faded.

Hours later, when the storm inside you began to settle, Kurogiri sat beside you, watching over you as you lay against the wall, bandaged and weary.

“Do you need anything?” he asked softly, his eyes filled with genuine concern.

You shook your head, leaning back against the wall, feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling you down. The pain was still present, but it felt more bearable in Kurogiri’s presence. “Just… stay with me, please.”

“Of course,” he replied, settling in beside you. His quiet reassurance provided a comforting anchor amid the chaos swirling in your mind. The sound of your own ragged breaths began to slow as you focused on the steady rhythm of Kurogiri’s presence beside you.

Minutes passed in silence, but the stillness felt different now. You no longer felt the suffocating panic; instead, there was a flicker of safety, a tiny ember of hope. You thought about Dabi, the anger you felt still simmering just beneath the surface.

Kurogiri sensed your turmoil. “It’s okay to feel angry,” he said gently. “What happened wasn’t your fault. You’re strong for getting away.”

A part of you wanted to believe that. “But I shouldn’t have put myself in that position. I shouldn’t have let him get to me.”

“You did what you could. Dabi’s actions don’t reflect on you,” he reassured, his tone firm yet soft. “Healing takes time. Both physically and emotionally.”

You nodded, but the thought of Dabi and his earlier words lingered in your mind. Did he truly not care? The way he’d flirted with Toga had stung deeper than you cared to admit. Yet now, you sensed a vulnerability within him that you hadn’t seen before.

“What if… what if he’s really changed?” you whispered, the words escaping before you could think them through.

Kurogiri regarded you thoughtfully. “People can change, but it takes effort. Trust is hard to rebuild, especially when there’s been hurt.”

You bit your lip, the conflicting emotions swirling within you. You wanted to scream at Dabi for how he’d made you feel, yet a part of you craved the connection you once shared. Could you really walk away from that?

As if reading your thoughts, Kurogiri added, “You deserve to prioritize your well-being first. If Dabi truly cares, he’ll understand that you need time.”

Before you could respond, the door swung open again, and Dabi stepped inside, the tension palpable. His eyes locked onto yours, a mixture of regret and desperation etched on his face.

“I just want to talk,” he said, his voice strained as he took a step closer.

You recoiled instinctively, remembering the pain and betrayal. “I don’t want to talk to you,” you snapped, your heart racing as anger flared again. “You don’t get to just show up and expect everything to be fine.”

“I know I messed up, okay?” His hands were raised defensively, and his voice softened. “But I’m trying to fix it. I’m trying to understand… what I did to you.”

“Understanding isn’t enough!” you cried, the hurt spilling out. “You think flirting with her is a joke? You don’t get to hurt me like that and then act like it’s nothing!”

Dabi’s expression twisted with pain, his eyes searching yours for some sign of forgiveness. “I didn’t think you’d take it so seriously. It was a stupid game. I thought we were just having fun. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“Fun?” you echoed, bitterness coating your words. “You think making me jealous is fun? Look where it got me!”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t realize—” His voice trembled, genuine anguish spilling from his lips. “I should have seen how it would affect you. I just—”

“Just what?” you cut him off, frustration bubbling inside. “Just wanted to mess with me?”

“No!” he shouted, a raw edge to his voice. “I wanted to see your reaction. I thought if I pushed you, it would be funny. But it wasn’t! I see that now!”

Your heart raced, the intensity of his words cutting through your anger, creating a crack in your emotional armor. The vulnerability in his gaze was unmistakable. “You really didn’t think it would hurt me?”

Dabi’s voice lowered, sincerity pouring from him. “I didn’t. I’m sorry. I’m just… a mess. I thought you understood that I’m not good at this—whatever this is between us.”

“Being a mess doesn’t excuse treating me like I’m nothing,” you replied, a bitter taste filling your mouth.

“I know.” He stepped closer, the desperation in his eyes haunting. “But I care about you, even if I show it the wrong way. I’m trying to be better. I swear.”

Silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating, your mind racing as you processed his words. You wanted to believe him, to see the truth in his eyes, but the hurt was still fresh, and your heart was still healing.

“Right now, I need time,” you finally said, your voice trembling. “I can’t just forgive you like that. I don’t know if I can ever forgive you.”

“I understand,” he said, his voice cracking. “But please, don’t shut me out completely. I’ll wait. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that I’m worth your trust.”

You looked away, your heart aching at the sincerity in his words. The warmth of his emotions tugged at you, but the wounds ran deep.

“Just… give me time,” you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes again. “I can’t handle this right now.”

Dabi nodded, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I’ll be here when you’re ready. I promise.”

He stepped back, giving you space, and as he did, Kurogiri placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Take all the time you need,” Kurogiri said softly, his calm presence soothing your frayed nerves.

As Dabi turned to leave, you felt an unexpected twinge of sorrow. You didn’t want to close the door completely, but you knew you had to protect yourself. You needed time to heal, both physically and emotionally.

Days turned into weeks as you healed, physically feeling stronger but still navigating the emotional storm that Dabi’s actions had created. He respected your space, never pushing you to talk, but his presence lingered in your mind like a shadow.

Eventually, you found yourself sitting in the bar, the familiar atmosphere wrapping around you. Kurogiri was tending to some customers, and you glanced around, half-expecting to see Dabi lurking in the corner.

He wasn’t there, but the tension had shifted. You felt a flicker of courage within you, the desire to confront the feelings you’d been avoiding.

Kurogiri approached you, noticing your contemplative expression. “You okay?” he asked, genuine concern in his voice.

“I think… I want to talk to Dabi,” you admitted, your heart racing at the thought.

“Are you sure?” he replied, his brow furrowing. “Healing takes time, and it’s okay if you’re not ready yet.”

“I know,” you said, determination surging within you. “But I can’t avoid it forever. I need to face it.”

Kurogiri nodded, a faint smile forming on his lips. “That’s a brave choice. I’ll be right here if you need me.”

Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself and moved toward the door, the evening air crisp against your skin. As you stepped outside, your heart raced with anticipation and anxiety, but you couldn’t deny the pull toward Dabi.

You walked through the familiar streets until you reached the abandoned warehouse, the spot where everything had started.

Dabi was there, leaning against a crate, his head tilted back as he stared up at the sky. He looked tired, and a small pang of guilt shot through you at the sight of him.

“Hey,” you said softly, breaking the silence.

He turned, surprise flickering across his face before it melted into relief. “You came,” he breathed, pushing himself off the crate and stepping toward you.

“I wanted to talk,” you said, your voice steady but your heart racing. “About everything.”

“Okay,” he replied, his expression serious yet hopeful.

Taking a deep breath, you began to lay your feelings bare. “I was really hurt by what you did. You made me feel like I was nothing. I don’t want to be just someone you mess with when you’re bored. I’m not Toga, and I never will be.”

“I know,” he interrupted, desperation in his voice. “I don’t want you to be like her. I want you to be you. The you I care about.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, but you pressed on. “But you need to understand that your actions have consequences. I can’t be in a relationship where I feel like I’m not valued.”

“I get it,” he said, stepping closer. “I messed up, and I’m sorry. I never wanted to make you feel that way. I care about you, and I want to show you that I can change. Please, let me prove it.”

You searched his eyes, looking for sincerity and finding it there. It wasn’t an easy decision, but something in your gut told you to give him a chance.

“I’ll try,” you said slowly, your voice trembling. “But it’s going to take time. I need you to be patient with me.”

“Whatever you need, I’ll do it,” he promised, the weight of his words settling between you like a promise of hope. “I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

As the two of you stood there, the tension in the air shifted, settling into something less fraught and more hopeful. Dabi was close enough that you could see the subtle changes in his expression, the way his eyes softened as he regarded you.

“I’ll be patient,” he repeated, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I can wait as long as it takes to prove to you that I’m worth it.”

“Can we start over?” you asked, your heart pounding as you took a step closer. “I mean, like a fresh slate? Just you and me.”

Dabi’s smile widened, relief washing over his features. “I’d like that. I really would.”

You both stood there, an electric tension hovering between you, but this time it felt different. Instead of anger or hurt, there was a sense of possibility. You could see the effort Dabi was willing to put in, the sincerity in his eyes giving you hope that maybe you could rebuild what had been damaged.

“I was really hurt by what you did,” you said, wanting to make sure you expressed your feelings clearly. “It felt like you didn’t care.”

“I know, and that’s on me,” he replied, his voice earnest. “I didn’t realize how deeply it would affect you. I was trying to be funny and ended up being an idiot. But I want you to know that I care about you more than I let on.”

His honesty struck a chord in your heart. “It’s just… I thought we had something special, and then you made me feel like I was just a game to you.”

Dabi’s expression turned serious, the light-hearted demeanor fading as he stepped closer, his voice low. “You’re not a game to me. You mean a lot to me. I’ve never been good at this—at expressing how I feel. I guess I thought if I acted cool, you’d think I was funny or something. But it backfired, and I’m sorry.”

The sincerity in his voice touched you, breaking down the walls you had built around your heart. You found yourself nodding, not fully ready to forgive, but willing to give him a chance. “I know it won’t be easy, but I’m willing to try. But you need to promise me that you’ll communicate with me. No more games.”

“I promise,” he said firmly, his gaze unwavering. “From now on, no more flirting with anyone else. It’s just you and me. I’m done with that stupid stuff.”

You could feel the warmth between you grow, the tension easing as you took a breath. “Okay, so what now?”

“Now,” Dabi said, his grin returning, “we celebrate. How about we get out of here? I know a place that makes the best burgers.”

You laughed softly, feeling lighter at the thought of spending time with him outside of this heavy conversation. “Sounds good to me. I could definitely use a burger.”

“Perfect! Let’s go,” he replied, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the exit, his grip reassuring. As you stepped outside, the sun was setting, casting a warm glow across the sky, a perfect backdrop for the new beginning you were stepping into. The burger joint Dabi took you to was lively, the air filled with the tantalizing smell of grilled meat and fries. The neon signs buzzed, creating a nostalgic ambiance, and you couldn’t help but smile as Dabi placed your order with the server, his animated demeanor returning.

While you waited for the food, he leaned across the table, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “So, tell me about your favorite things. I want to know more about you.”

“Hmm, let’s see,” you began, your heart fluttering at his curiosity. “I love reading, especially manhwa. It’s a guilty pleasure of mine.”

Dabi’s eyebrows raised in interest. “Really? I’d love to hear what you’re reading. Maybe I can steal some of those ideas for our next ‘mission.’”

You laughed, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his willingness to engage. “You’d like that, huh? Trying to become a hero through reading?”

“Maybe,” he teased, his grin widening. “Or maybe I’m just trying to impress you.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you felt a surge of warmth in your heart. “Well, it’s working.”

As you chatted, the food arrived, and Dabi’s eyes lit up as he dug into his burger with enthusiasm. “This is the best! You have to try it!”

You took a bite of your own burger, the flavors exploding in your mouth. “Okay, you were right. This is amazing!”

“See? I know my food,” he said with a wink, and you both fell into an easy rhythm of conversation, laughter punctuating your exchanges.

After dinner, Dabi suggested a walk through the nearby park. The evening air was crisp, the stars beginning to twinkle overhead. As you strolled side by side, the tension from earlier began to dissolve, replaced by a sense of comfort and connection.

“Thank you for giving me another chance,” Dabi said, his tone softening as he looked at you. “I know I messed up, but I’m really grateful you’re willing to try again.”

“Everyone deserves a second chance,” you replied, your heart swelling with warmth. “And honestly, I missed you.”

He paused, turning to face you fully, his expression serious but tender. “I missed you too. I didn’t realize how much until you were gone. You bring something into my life that I didn’t know I needed.”

You met his gaze, feeling the sincerity behind his words. “You know, I think we can make this work. But we need to be honest with each other, always.”

“Agreed,” he said, a smile breaking through. “No more games. Just us. I promise.”

As you continued walking, the world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble. You shared stories, dreams, and even some silly secrets that made you laugh until your sides hurt.

Eventually, you found a quiet spot by a small pond, the moonlight reflecting off the water. You sat down on a bench, and Dabi sat beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours.

“I’m really glad we talked,” you said, feeling a contentment you hadn’t experienced in a while. “I was worried things would stay awkward between us.”

Dabi chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight. “I was worried too. But now? I feel like we’re finally getting somewhere.”

You looked at him, the warmth of the moment wrapping around you like a soft blanket. “I think so too. And I’m excited to see where this goes.”

Dabi turned to you, his gaze serious yet warm. “Just know that I’ll always be here for you. No matter what. I want to be someone you can rely on.”

The sincerity in his words made your heart flutter, and you felt a connection solidifying between you, stronger than ever before. “I want that too, Dabi. I really do.”

As the night wore on, the two of you stayed at the pond, sharing dreams and aspirations under the stars. It was a simple moment, yet it felt monumental.

Days turned into weeks, and as you spent more time together, you found a rhythm that felt right. You visited Kurogiri often, who continued to treat you with kindness, and you made it a point to check in on Dabi regularly.

The tension that had once hung heavy between you had shifted into a playful camaraderie, and the flirty banter you both shared returned, but this time, it felt grounded in something deeper.

One afternoon, you found yourselves in a secluded corner of the warehouse, where Dabi had made a little spot for the two of you to hang out. He had set up a couple of cushions and blankets, and it felt like a secret sanctuary just for the two of you.

“What do you think?” he asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice as he gestured to the cozy setup.

“It’s perfect!” you exclaimed, feeling a wave of affection wash over you. “Did you really do this for us?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “I thought it’d be nice to have our own little place.”

You beamed at him, your heart swelling with happiness. “It really is nice. Thank you for thinking of me.”

Dabi grinned, the warmth of his smile reaching his eyes. “You deserve it. I want you to feel comfortable around me.”

You both settled onto the cushions, your shoulders brushing together as you leaned back to take in the atmosphere. The light streaming through the dusty windows created a warm glow, and the air was filled with an easy laughter and shared glances that spoke volumes.

“Okay, serious question,” Dabi said, turning to you, a teasing glint in his eye. “If you could have any superpower, what would it be?”

You pondered for a moment, your fingers tracing the seams of the blanket. “Hmm, I think I’d want the ability to teleport. It would make everything so much easier! Imagine going anywhere in the world in an instant.”

“Teleportation, huh? That’s a good choice,” he mused, a playful grin spreading across his face. “But I think I’d want to fly. Soaring through the sky would be amazing.”

“Yeah, but what if you had a fear of heights?” you teased, nudging him playfully.

Dabi laughed, the sound rich and full, echoing through the room. “Okay, fair point. But it would still be cool.”

The lighthearted conversation continued, filled with laughter and shared stories, until the sky outside began to dim, the setting sun painting the world in hues of orange and pink. As the colors deepened, you found yourself leaning against Dabi, feeling a warmth radiating from him that wrapped around you like a comforting embrace.

In that moment, you realized just how far you had come. The trust you were building, the connection you were nurturing, all felt like stepping stones toward a future filled with potential. You felt safe with him, and for the first time in a long time, hope blossomed in your heart.

As the stars began to twinkle above, Dabi turned to you, his expression softening. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy. Not until I met you.”

You met his gaze, a smile spreading across your face. “I feel the same way. I didn’t know how much I needed this until now.”

He reached out, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, his touch sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “Promise me something,” he said, his voice low and serious.

“Anything,” you replied, your heart racing.

“Promise me you’ll always be honest with me, no matter how hard it is. I don’t want to go back to how things were.”

You nodded, feeling the weight of his words. “I promise. I’ll always be honest with you.”

“Good,” he said, a soft smile returning to his lips. “Now, can we seal that promise with a kiss?”

You felt your cheeks flush at his request, the atmosphere charged with a mix of nervous excitement and anticipation. “I guess we can.”

Dabi leaned in, his eyes searching yours for consent, and you nodded, your heart racing as he closed the distance between you. The kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration that quickly deepened, igniting a spark between you that felt electric.

As you pulled back, breathless and smiling, you knew that this was just the beginning. The path ahead might still have its challenges, but with Dabi by your side, you felt ready to face anything together.

“I think we’re going to be okay,” you said softly, resting your forehead against his.

“Yeah,” Dabi agreed, a genuine smile lighting up his face. “I think we are.”

And with that, you both settled into the comfort of each other, the stars above shining brightly as if celebrating the promise of your new beginning.

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