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Tomura liked the boy because he was so submissive.

Dabi possessed the boy because the boy needed him.

Overhaul liked the boy because he was quirkless.

And he was so receptive. And sensitive. His young body was like a lit fuse, and they all enjoyed How his face would turn ruby red from lust or embarrassment.

The boy never gave his name, and was selectively mute.
Overhaul had seen the child first. He had was being beat on by another boy his age who called him Deku. The child just took the beating, but he had overheard his abuser say the boy was quirkless, and that was why he deserved the pain. A sad sight of the filth of society, but he had moved on.

He did frequent the place more. And he would see the child again, sometimes be beat around by the same boy and his lackeys, sometimes alone. He always had bruises, or walked with a limp. After a while, overhaul would always take time to see if the boy was still in the same place.

Shigaraki had actually gotten close to the boy first.

He had been walking out of the bar when he spotted the thing hunkered down and out of the rain at the time.

He was dirty, disgusting. Frail looking, and bruises littered his body. By the wear and tear on his clothes and grime covering the boy, probably homeless. He couldn’t be older than fourteen. What Shigaraki focused on though was his eyes.
Shigaraki had never seen a body that young with eyes that haunted and hurt but still so innocent. He saw the recognition in the child’s eyes of who he was, especially when Shigaraki told him, but to the villain’s surprise, the boy didn’t even try to move. The child flinched when Shigaraki placed all but his thumb on his head, but he didn’t stop staring.

It was as if the child didn’t fear the painful death.

It was that staring that shook Tomura. What made him take his hand off.

Those green eyes seemed to haunt him for the rest of the night. When he came back the next day, the boy had left.

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Dabi was the one who brought the boy home.

  He hadn’t even been too far away from the U A academy when he heard a commotion. Curious, he had peaked into an alley to get a better look.

  Some students were whaling on another one, going on about the punk being quirkless and didn’t deserve to be in the hero class for the brief time he was allowed in. He had seen all the new little heroes-to-be other than the freshies, so these had to be new blood.

  They weren’t pulling back on the hits.

  The kid they were hurting wasn’t even trying to defend himself, either. Just-just accepted it.

  It reminded Dabi too much of his own childhood.

  He kicked a can, making the boys spook and run off, leaving the bruised and bloody brat helpless to the villain. When said kid didn’t get up fairly soon after they left, Dabi heaved a sigh and decided to wander over to the brat.

  The kid really was a bloody mess. Dabi could hear the thing wheezing to hell, and his face was covered with bruises. His uniform was completely torn and dirtied beyond cleaning and repair, and Dabi wouldn’t have been surprised if the punks had actually broken something in the kid.

  When said kid didn’t even turn to acknowledge the new comer, he nudged him with his foot. There was a flinch, but nothing else.

  “... hey, you okay?”

  Finally, the kid made some movement. He got up-or tried to, before failing and eating cement with a clatter.

   Instantly Dabi was squatting on the ground to see if the brat was okay. The kid wasn’t even crying. He just limped around as Dabi pulled him up to rest against the wall. He just stared at the scarred man.

  Dabi tried to look over the kid, but he really couldn’t tell if there was bleeding or not because of the black uniform. He seemed to be breathing at least okay. “You got someone that can help you kid? Your parents?”

  The kid flinched real bad at the mention of family. And then avoided his gaze. Dabi recognized the reaction-there was no family, or if there was it would be worse than what he’d just save the kid from.

Fuck, it wasn’t like Dabi could just leave the kid alone after acknowledging his existence. But before he could try and think of a plan, the kid was already struggling to stand up.

  “Hey, hey kid, what are you- hey!”

  Stumbling around like a fucking drunk, the brat began limping off. He was clearly unfit to walk. Dammit. He should just leave it alone. But it was just how fucking young the boy was and how he seemed to accept so much pain and hurt that drove Dabi to follow the kid.

  Dabi followed him for about five blocks, taking back alleys when the kid went into more public spaces. He wasn’t sure if the kid knew he was following, but he had to know where the kid was going. He was disgusted by everyone’s ignorance of the obviously injured child walking next to them. Wasn’t society supposed to care about the children? Why were they acting like this hurting one didn’t exist, that he didn’t desperately need help?

  And he was getting worse by the second. When he turned into an alley, he crashed into a pile of trash cans. Still, not a peep. Was the kid a mute or something? But now he was holding his arm and limping harder. Just where was this kid going?

  When he finally stopped, it was in an alleyway pretty sectioned off from everyone. It was almost quiet. But grimy as hell. Discarded trash and furniture was piled against the walls and dumpsters, and cardboard boxes littered the ground, covered with piss. The kid seemed dead set on getting to one pile of shit in particular. Dabi was surprised when the brat tried to shove away an old mattress that was on the shit, and the kid finally whimpered. So not mute, just fucking quiet. He managed to shove it off all on his own, revealing an intact and not flattened down large cardboard box. Said box which the kid was crawling into and dragging the mattress over what the fuck-

  Dabi broke out of the shadows, tearing the mattress off to see the kid.

  The kid yelped and ducked further into the box. Weird. Shoving his hands in his pockets, Dabi bent down at the waist to peer inside.

  He had gone to the furthest corner, and was shaking like a leaf. Full on tremors. For the first time since he saw the kid, he looked genuinely scared. He had wrapped his hands around his knees and curled up into a little ball, watching Dabi with scared eyes.

  There was a blanket covering the floor of the box. Some pictures taped to the wall. A ball of clothes and papers on one side. A box of food on the other. Holy shit. This kid was living here. Alone.

  Rage welled up and burned through Dabi’s veins. This kid was what, fourteen? He looked almost younger, but the youngest age allowed at UA was fourteen. Fourteen, and no one at UA had bothered to see if the boy had an actual home or if he was a homeless child out by himself on his streets. What the fuck!?

  Dabi’s own past flashed before his eyes. He was hardly older than this boy when he fled to the streets. He had bummed it too, and every day was torture. But he had been all alone in his time on the street. And he hadn’t been going to a school that was supposed to train heroes.

  Fuck this.

  “Come on, get out of there. You’re coming home with me,” Dabi grunted, pulling the box closer to him. The boy inside flinched.

  “N-n-n-n-no!”

  The scared voice stilled the villain.

  The kid began shaking harder, and his voice was hoarse and raspy. Tears were welling up. “D-d-don’t hurt me! S-s-s-stop.”

   Fuck, of course the kid would think that. Some burnt scary asshole, trying to grab him and bring him home? Dabi would have burned his face off if he was in the kid’s place. He spoke gentler.

  “Look, I’ll give you a switchblade or something if you want to feel safer, and I’m not some disgusting pig that forces a child into sex or touching shit. But I’m not letting you stay out here, beat to shit, when I have a fine apartment you can at least take a bath in.”

  The kid stared at him for a minute.

  Still shaking, he came out.

  Less than halfway to the walk to his place, the kid just fucking collapsed. Couldn’t support himself any more. He tried to ask for permission to touch, and hoped to hell he was right in the kid nodding. The rest of the walk had Dabi carrying the boy bridal style, tucked into his chest.

  He tried to ignore how good it felt.

  The kid went mute again when they arrived at his apartment. He was awake, at least, but he was passive, sitting his bed and letting Dabi clean up his scratches and bloody marks.

  “Shit, you should fucking change out of those,” Dabi wrinkled his nose at the soiled clothing, turning around to his dresser. The kid was way smaller than him, but if he used a shirt for the brat, the boy could at least wear some clean clothes. He also snatched a pair of boxers. Again, probably way too big, but the kid needed a new clean change.

  He turned around. “I can give you some clothes for now, and you can change in the-“

  But the kid was already shirtless and pants-less.

   Dabi’s heart, which he thought he had burned away years ago, damn near fucking broke at the welts, cuts, bruises, and scars littering the kids body and torso. And he was just-sitting there, head down and what? Waiting for something? His eyes narrowed at the lines of old and fresh cigarette burns dotting the kids collarbone, forearms, and thighs. Some of those welts looked new too, like from a belt. On his fucking chest. Who beat a kid on his fucking chest?

  Jesus fuck.

  Slowly, Dabi deposited the clothing onto the bed beside the boy and kneeled in front of him on the ground. This close, he could see the faint shaking of the boy. Dabi placed his hand on the boy’s face, hating the flinch he received from it.

  “Who did this?” Dabi’s voice was deathly quiet. He needed to find out who the fuck would hurt a kid this badly, and then leave him to fend for himself on the street, so he could kill them. Burn them to ashes.

  The kid stayed silent.

  “Was it those punks who did these to you?” Dabi grabbed the boy’s wrist and turned it up to show the cigarette burns so he would understand. The kid didn’t respond. “Or was it someone else? Your mom or dad?”

  The kid flinched. Violently.

  “Which one? Mom? Dad? I need answers, kid.”

  Still shaking, the kid stuttered out a reply, tears welling up. “St-st-st-ste-step dad di-didn’t want ruin furniture-furnit-furniture. Ma-ma-mama.. mama..” the tears began to fall, and the hand he was holding onto tightened up into a fist. “Mama’s d-d-d- mama... mama-!”

  The kid dissolved into tears and sobs.

  Dabi didn’t like the picture he was hearing and seeing. This punk had been on the streets way too long, trying to escape a shitty home life with no real parents and one shitty abusive step dad. He didn’t even get an escape at school.

   ...

  Fuck.

  He couldn’t leave this kid.

  “Hey, you don’t have to worry.” The hand on his face slid to his hair, and the kid stared at him with fucking hope in his eyes. Him, having hope for a villain. What had the world fucking come to. “I’ll protect ya, kid. You’re safe with me.”

  At the last word, the boy devolved into tears again, lunging forward to hug Dabi tight and cry.

  Dabi froze.

  He had never experienced this before.

  He had only said a few things, and the kid was suddenly holding on as if Dabi would disappear if he didn’t. Squeezing so hard as if he needed Dabi to survive.

  And, Dabi realized, maybe he did.

  Haltingly, Dabi hugged the child back.

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The kid didn’t fucking speak.

  As Dabi would soon discover, the kid was a silent little shit. In fact, he’d come to find that, outside of his suit and battle, the kid was very much selectively mute. He had been lucky the kid said as much as he did earlier.

  It had pissed Dabi off at first. He had cursed and growled after the fifth attempt at trying to get the kids name when he was cleaning his hair. But after the violent flinch and tremors when he had, Dabi quickly decided that he didn’t need to push the kid.

  “I have to call you something other than kid, you know,” he grumbled as he rubbed shampoo into the dirty hair.

  The brat had seemed excited when Dabi pulled out swim trunks for him to bathe in, the weak kid himself having too much difficulty rinsing himself. After the hug, the boy was more trusting and almost seemed to enjoy Dabi’s touch on him.

  Dabi wasn’t cowardly to say he didn’t find the boy appealing, but come on. This was a kid. And he was certainly too weak and dependent to give actual consent. But at least the kid didn’t push for anything actually sexual, thank god. Just seemed very touch starved.

   The boy made a small hum. The closest noise he’d made since a little whimper and whine with his injuries. And probably the closest he’d get. Dabi paused.

  “Yeah? You’d be okay with that? Me calling you something?” He leaned over to see the kids face.

  The boy opened his eyes and gave a little nod.

  “Huh. Well, let me think about it.” The kid just nodded again and closed his eyes, so Dabi resumed his washing.

  Hm, what would be a good name? An actual, real name, didn’t feel right. Nah, he didn’t really want to give a kid a new name like that. A nickname then, something that would be special and show their relationship. What exactly their relationship was, he hadn’t defined yet. For now, he was just taking care of the kid, and would keep him fed and at least clean.

  “Alright, dip your head back into the water,” Dabi gently ordered, keeping his hands free of the kid as he dunked down. He had his own experience with being forced down in a bathtub to the point of nearly drowning, he wasn’t gonna make the kid get scared.

  Before he could grab a towel to dry off his hair, the kid surprised him by shaking his head wildly, shaking water everywhere. It made Dabi laugh, blocking the water from his face. The kid was like a wet dog shaking off water.

   .. huh.

  “...Puppy..”

  The boy looked up with wide eyes, pushing his hair out of his face.

  Dabi grabbed the dry towel, actually rubbing the boy’s head clean. “That’s what I’ll call you. Puppy.” He paused his drying to look into the boys face. “If you’re cool with it.”

  The boy nodded eagerly.

  Dabi smirked, resuming his drying.

  “Puppy it is.”

  X

  Holy fucking shit did the kid look good in just his shirt.

  The brat was so small the thing was almost a nightgown. He probably didn’t even need to wear underwear. Oh fuck the thought of him without underwear-Dabi covered his burning cheeks with his forearm to hide it from the kid, who was looking at him curiously.

  Fuck, who knew he’d be so into the twink thing?

  Shit, he needed to stay serious on this. As much as he wanted to bite and mark up those pretty white bare thighs, the kid was not in the sound mind right now. He was already a fucked up sinner for considering sleeping with a kid more than half a decade younger than him. Only after he gave the boy money to leave him and his own fresh start would he even consider actually doing anything.

  Puppy refused to sleep away from him, like an actual goddam puppy. When Dabi tried to tell him off, the kid got such a heartbroken and scared look, Dabi groaned and admitted defeat, letting the brat do whatever he wanted.

  Which fucking included cuddling into him like a fucking kid.

   .. fuck.

  The kid was out like a light the minute he did, knees tucked up all the way to his chest and snuggled between Dabi’s side and his arm. Dabi just watched the sleeping boy in the city-lit room.

  Beneath the ugly bruises and scratches, the kid really could be beautiful. Against his better judgment, he ran a hand down the boy’s face. He seemed to really like that, and he gave a small smile which made Dabi’s heart race.

  Fuck, this wasn’t good. He could already tell-he was getting attached. To a kid from UA no less. He really was like a fast bonding puppy that he was getting way too close to, for either of their goods.

   But as he watched the boy’s face tighten in worry, and then relax with Dabi’s hand on his face, he decided to go ‘fuck it’.

  He deserved to find a puppy to play with.

Xx

  “Puppy, I’m home,” Dabi called out, closing the door behind him and tossing the keys onto the table next to the doorway.

  He internally smiled at the telltale rumble of his Puppy who came scrambling out of whatever room he was in to greet him with an adorable closed lip smile.

  It had been three days since he found the kid, and so far, he had enjoyed it. Even though he told the boy the next morning he could leave if he really wanted to and Dabi wouldn’t stop him, but that Dabi would take care of him, the boy decided to stay. He didn’t know if the boy left the apartment or not, but it seemed his Puppy had something of a cleaning habit. The apartment was cleaner than ever before, and at least once he had come home to a dinner that wasn’t remade.

  Having someone to welcome him home, even silently, was nice. Dabi looked forward to it.

  Another nice thing? His puppy liked wearing Dabi’s shirts and only his boxers.

  So many times he’d seen that perky little ass bent over doing something and had to excuse himself to jack off. He wasn’t sure if the kid was teasing him or knew that Dabi wanted to have the younger boy falling apart in his arms, but fuck, it was hard to resist. But until the kid gave any indication he wanted that, Dabi wouldn’t touch him.

  The boy needed someone to actually take care of him. God knows his parents and excuses for parents didn’t do it.

  Puppy enjoyed Dabi doing things like brushing his hair or washing his arms and head. The kid was capable of doing it by himself, but neither really wanted him to do it alone. And cuddles. Fuck, Dabi hadn’t realized how addictive it was to have someone perched next to him with their arms wrapped around him. He could understand why the bad guys in movies always had chicks all over them now. His own Puppy was a balm on his scarred self, and he loved it.

  “Did you have a good day by yourself, puppy?” Dabi extended his arms out, relaxed as Puppy ran into it for a hug. He felt a nod against his chest. “Good. Glad you did, puppy.”

  Still keeping an arm around Puppy, Dabi began moving through the apartment. “Did you make something? I think I smell food, but my sense of smell is shit with how much smoke I’ve inhaled.”

  To Dabi’s delight, Puppy lit up like a Christmas tree and grabbed Dabi’s wrist, beginning to tug him. “What, was I right?” Dabi smirked, heart fluttering at the sight of his puppy smiling like that. The boy only tugged harder, and with a chuckle, the burned man followed.

  And holy shit, was he beyond right.

  The kid had prepared a near fucking feast for him. And it looked really, really good. He turned his head and stared at the brat in shock.

  “You did this? All by yourself?”

  Puppy smiled nervously and nodded, although that smile quickly worked into a worried frown, and he looked down. Shit, did the kid have to do this for his ass of a step-dad or something? When he flinched when Dabi put his hand on his shoulder, Dabi had a very good idea he hit the nail on the head.

  “Hey,” he called the boy out quietly, tilting his face up so he could stare into those gorgeous green eyes. They looked so vulnerable. “I love it, Puppy. You’re such a good boy, doing this for me. I’m sure you make great food.”

  The smile he received in return was stunning.

  The food really was good. Puppy was practically shaking from excitement when Dabi almost moaned about how amazing it was. Of course-this perfect little twink also had to be a great cook. He swore, if Puppy ever did leave him, Dabi would be having wet dreams of just the food alone. Well, not just the food, but there would be a few dreams.

  “Where the fuck did you learn to cook like this, puppy? Shit’s so good.”

  Smiling nervously, the teenager opened his mouth, and Dabi almost thought the boy was actually going to respond, when, of fucking course, his phone rang.

  Scowling, Dabi dropped his chopsticks and pulled the phone to his ear. It was Shigaraki.

  “What, wrinkle-face?”

  “Is that anyway to talk to your boss?”

  “It is when you interrupt my dinner,” Dabi huffed, watching Puppy as he got out of his own chair and approached Dabi’s. “Wait a second,” he pressed his phone against the shoulder to muffle the speaker, addressing Puppy. “What?”

The boy had a conflicted look on his face, flicking down between Dabi’s legs and eyes, shuffling closer. Dabi raised an eyebrow. What was this kid getting at?

  The kid made a noise. What it meant, Dabi didn’t know. But then his puppy clambered up him and sat on Dabi’s lap. He nervously looked at Dabi, repeating the noise but in a bit more of a questioning tone.

  Oh, the kid wanted to sit in his lap? That was fine. He hadn’t asked to do that before, but it was his Puppy. He was allowed to do what he wanted.

  “Just don’t be noisy, okay? Don’t want my coworkers to know I have you.”

  All puppy did was nod before wrapping his legs and arms around Dabi and resting his head on Dabi’s other shoulder, nuzzling him. Way more relaxed than he thought he would be, Dabi wrapped his free arm around Puppy to keep him close. Rubbing up and and down the teen’s back, Dabi pulled the phone up to his ear again.

  “You were saying?”

  “What are you doing?” Shigaraki huffed on the other line. Dabi rolled his eyes, beginning to scratch the back of his Puppy’s head. When he did, Puppy let out a happy sigh and buried his nose into Dabi’s neck.

  “My own shit, that I like to keep to myself. What do you want?”

  He thought he heard the boss grumble on the other side, but he came back clearer. “You have a mission; one of our allies is withholding our share of money. They’ll be a train station heading for Matsuba tomorrow at seven in the morning. Be on it.”

  Matsuba? That was a four hour ride forward and back! And the work was probably going to take ages, which meant he’d probably be gone til late in the night. He’d be leaving the kid alone the entire time.

  “Why me? Why not get Mr.Split personality or Toga? Or better yet, why don’t you do it?”

  “Because I’m the MC and you have the best stats for this quest! Are you trying to piss me off!?”

  Dabi growled and closed his eyes, pressing Puppy closer to him. This was such bullshit. He just wanted to stay at home feeding-and dreaming about fucking-his puppy, not do his shitty job for Handsy.

This was only a day trip. The kid could handle being by himself in his apartment for a day.

  “Fine. I better be getting paid for this.” He hung up the phone before the adult child could say anything else. Dabi wrapped his other around his puppy and buried his head in the kid’s fluffy green hair.

  Paradise.

“I’m gonna be leaving tomorrow, probably for the whole day,” he muttered into the brat’s hair.

  At his words, the kid tensed up and leaned back to stare into Dabi’s face, a panicked look on his own. His hands came up to fist Dabi’ shirt, and he began shaking his head.

  “Hey, hey,” Dabi reached up and grabbed Puppy’s head, stilling it. “It’s just for a day. I’ll be back, okay? Puppy, look at me.”

  Nervous eyes skittered to Dabi’s steady blue ones. Smaller hands reached up to hold the scarred ones holding his face.

  This boy was gorgeous. So needy in an addicting way. Every word from Dabi’s lips, he listened to. Happy at the slightest bit of praise. Dabi really did think that if he asked the kid to fuck, the kid would.

  But he wasn’t like that. He would never stoop down to that level.

“I’m not going to abandon you. I promise, kid.” Dabi pressed their foreheads together. It was so hard to resist pressing a kiss to his cheek, to his nose, his lips, anywhere on his head-but he couldn’t do that. Wouldn’t. His puppy gave a tiny nod, closing his eyes and looping his arms around Dabi’s neck.

  The rest of the evening was spent practically hand feeding the puppy in his lap. Dabi initiated it, grabbing his chopsticks and a bite and pressing it against his Puppy’s mouth. Said puppy opened with a blush and chewed, blushing harder at Dabi’s praise for it.

  Surprising Dabi, Puppy took the chopsticks from him and grabbed another morsel of food, shakily holding it up and blushing so cutely as Dabi slowly wrapped his lips around the food, not taking his eyes off the boy’s. Dabi repeated the action for the kid, and the two began swapping food back and forth. Still pressed tightly together.

  Despite still having dishes to put away when they ate all the food, Dabi asked his puppy if he just wanted to spend the rest of the night cuddling and sleeping. Every second with his puppy was more important than some dirty dishes. Puppy nodded, but Dabi enjoyed the little noise of surprise that came from him when he stood up with the kid still in his arms. Said kid quickly wrapped his arms and legs tighter and held himself closer to the taller man. Dabi tried not to think about how badly he wanted to be holding the boy up by his ass rather than thighs, but hoped to whatever god there was that he didn’t get a hard on right there. From there, he made his way to their bedroom.

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Dabi was the first one to cause the boy pain.

When he left that morning, Puppy had whimpered and clung to Dabi more. It pissed Dabi off so much he had to break his puppy’s heart and detach himself with a promise he would be back as soon as possible.

  It was just one day, right?

Nothing could go too wrong in one day.

   ...

   ...

  Fuck.

  Okay, so associate turned out to be trying to cheat them out and hid themselves in the underbelly of the city. So Dabi had to go through fucking back alleys and bribes to find the fucker. By the time he found an actually worthwhile tip, the last train back to Musutafu had left an hour ago.

  By the time he got the name of the warehouse the fucker was hiding out in, he had been awake for twenty-four hours.

  Fuck!

  By the time he had burnt that asshole to ash and was finally on a train back to Musutafu?

  It had been 39 hours since he left his puppy, alone.

  FUCK.

   The entire train ride back, He was cursing himself for not giving Puppy a burner. Who knew what the kid was thinking. By the time he got back, it would be midnight, and he would have left his puppy alone for two days, a night, and the better half of tonight.

   He promised the kid it was just a day trip, that he wouldn’t be gone long and abandon him. What the fuck was he thinking!? With his shitty luck, the brat would have panicked and left for somewhere to live. On the streets again, back home with his horrible excuse for a step-dad, who the hell knows!? Fuck! He might not have had his puppy long, but he was fucking attached to the little punk and didn’t want to see the green haired boy get hurt.

  He all but ran back to his apartment, the single goal of his puppy in mind.

  Maybe he was overreacting, he tried to rationalize as he took the stairs two steps at a time. Maybe the kid did fine without him, he thought as he unlocked the door. Maybe the kid-

  He stopped the thought when he saw fallen bookcase.

  Instantly he burst into the apartment, panicking. This was bad. This was way worse. Did someone break in? Fuck, if anyone even looked at his puppy they would be ashes. The bookcase was the only piece of upended furniture, but where the fuck was the kid?

  “Puppy?” He called out, flicking the lights on. There wasn’t any rumble of his puppy coming to greet him, and he could hear his own wild heartbeat when there was still no sign of his puppy. “Puppy, are you here? Puppy?”

  He walked deeper into the apartment. So far, the rest of the place was spotless. Why was the bookcase upturned? To be fair, it was the most unstable thing in the entire apartment, but it had to have fallen for a reason. And his puppy still wasn’t there. It was so quiet, Dabi’s breaths and heart dominated his ears.

  “Puppy?!”

  Nothing.

The door to Dabi’s room was closed.

  He never closed it.

  With a thudding heart, he turned the knob and opened the door.

  Unlike the rest of the place, which was clean and tidy, the bedroom had become the exact opposite. All of his clothes were thrown all over and the mattress had been near stripped of all the shit that was on it. What happened?! And where was his puppy!?

  “Puppy, where are you?” Dabi didn’t care that the panic was getting into his voice. Let it. He was panicked. Where was the kid!?

Then he heard it. So small that he wouldn’t have noticed it if he hadn’t been between breaths.

   A whimper from his closet.

  Carefully, Dabi opened it up. A lot of the clothes had been torn off, but finally, thank god, there in the corner, was his puppy.

  In a really, really bad way.

  The kid was curled into a real tight ball, shaking harder than he’d ever seen. Fat tears were streaming down his face as his hands gripped his hair in what had to be a painful grip. His wrists were covering his ears pretty effectively, and his eyes were wound up tight. The look on the kid’s face could only be described as terrified.

  Jesus, what the fuck happened?

  “Puppy....” he reached out a hand to touch the kid’s wrist-

  The boy recoiled so violently he smacked his head hard against the wall behind him. So hard he opened up his eyes. When he did, and saw it was Dabi standing there, the scarred man only had a second to think before the kid was on him.

  “DABI!” Puppy cried, tackling him into a hug so hard it nearly toppled the taller one over.

  The man nearly blue screened. He had only told the kid his name once. Once. And Puppy had nearly been half dead from injuries. And this was the first time he’d ever heard the boy say his name. It was the way he said it too. There was so much relief, fear, and suffering all rolled up into a two syllable word at the sight of him.

  But the kid wasn’t finished, babbling more words than he’d spoken in the week.

  “I’m sorry, please don’t leave me again!” He sobbed into Dabi’s shirt, weakly fisting the back of his jacket as he did. “I’ll clean and make food but please, do-on’t leave m-ee-e! Please! I’ll be good, I promise! Please don’t leave me alone! Don’t leave me! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ll be good, I swear! I’ll never be bad. Please, just don’t leave me alone again! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

  Dabi tried to get over his shock at the sudden rush of words and catch up to the meaning behind them. “Kid, kid, hey!” He tried pulling the kid back a bit, but he just held on tighter, almost painfully tight.

  And he continued to babble. “I’ll take any punishment! Any! I won’t complain! I don’t mind not eating! Or being used! I don’t want to be useless and alone! Please, I’ll do anything! Please don’t leave me alone again!” His head snapped up, and icy blue eyes met distraught green ones.

  Dabi’s heart was breaking. This kid had gone through hell, and he had just forced the boy to relive it all alone.

   He hated the flinch the came when he pressed his hand against Puppy’s head. Intertwining his fingers with the kid’s hair, Dabi spoke more earnestly than he had in a long time.

  “I’ll never leave you that alone again, kid. I promise, I fucking-“ fuck, now he was choking up. He pulled the kid up a bit higher and rolled them so they were on their sides. Puppy had one arm and leg still curled tightly around Dabi’s torso and waist, but Dabi had both his arms wrapped around the smaller child. One around his head, pulling it against Dabi’s chest and under his chin. The other, around his upper back and shoulders, keeping him in the embrace.

  “I’m so sorry, puppy,” Dabi croaked, not giving a fuck he was crying. He felt like shit. “I never meant to take that long, and I didn’t know-I didn’t know it would hurt you like this-fuck, I’m so, so, sorry, kid.”

  The kid was still shaking and crying in his arms.

  “What did I do wrong? I was greedy, I wanted the hugs, I’m sorry. Please, I’m sorry, I was-“

  “Don’t.” Dabi cut the boy off with a jerk, steel finding some way into his shaking tone. “Don’t apologize. You’re perfect, you hear me? You’re so perfect and gorgeous and kind and soft and you deserve the world. Never apologize for wanting love and affection. You were never greedy. You were so, so, good, and I’m so fucking sorry I made you feel like you weren’t.”

  Puppy whimpered. “D-d-don’t leave me al-l-lone again. Please? Please?” He fisted the front of Dabi’s outfit.

   Dabi nodded against his hair. “I promise. I promise to the stars and back, puppy. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

They laid there for what felt like hours, neither of them ever wanting to let go ever again. Dabi stopped crying after a half hour, but the guilt and shame ate away and kept him awake, even when Puppy had tired himself out and fell asleep, still holding on to Dabi’s shirt.

  Dabi had laid them down in the bed at some point. The floor was no place to sleep. Still, his puppy was holding on tight, and Dabi was keeping his hold too. He just stared at his puppy, trying to think of what he could do.

  The kid hated the thought of being alone. That much was clear. How much did his puppy hate it when Dabi left every day? Or maybe it was the night when he got the worst of it. Night was the time for night terrors and all the fear and regrets to Weigh you down, tear you apart. No, keeping his puppy alone at night was out of the question.

  But it wasn’t like the kid was an actual puppy, or Dabi a normal person. The kid was human, and Dabi was a villain. He couldn’t just drop him off at a daycare whenever he had to work overnight for LOV. Just not working nights was highly unrealistic. Dabi refused to make the kid suffer more than the puppy already had.

   What could he do?

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  Dabi woke up to Puppy whimpering and wriggling. The kid hadn’t left his spot on his chest, fisting up Dabi’s shirt and making pained noises. Damn, he hadn’t even changed out of his clothes.

  Before he could think about it, the boy woke up with a cut off shout. His head snapped back and forth in a panic before they focused on Dabi’s curious face. As soon as they made eye contact, a huge sigh of relief left the tearing up greenette, who began patting around Dabi’s face.

  “I’m right here, puppy. I’m not leaving,” Dabi assured him, holding onto one of the kid’s hands. With a shaky nod, Puppy curled himself up on Dabi’s chest. Even though he was a teenager, the kid felt like he weighed nothing, and when standing the top of his head only reached Dabi’s collarbone. He had been making progress gaining a few pounds since he came to live with Dabi, but it hardly felt like there was another person on his chest.

  He wrapped his arms around Puppy’s body, left hand coming to rest on his back and rubbing gentle circles. The injuries there had healed up a bit.

  “Bad dream, huh?” Dabi muttered, “Can’t say I’m surprised you have them, but that’s the first one I’d seen.”

  No response.

  Dabi sighed. As much as he tried not to care about the silence, he needed to communicate with the kid somehow. He was pretty sure that nightmare had been about Dabi, since Puppy had felt him up afterward, but how could he know if the kid didn’t tell him?

  Puppy made several noises of protest when Dabi sat up, but he just shushed the kid. Walking over to his desk, he swiped a pencil and paper before going back to the bed. From there he sat against the wall and tugged Puppy between his open legs. Offering the pen and paper out for the boy to take, Dabi began speaking.

  “I get that you don’t want to talk. And I’m okay with that. But I want to know what’s bothering you, if you’re okay and stuff. Would you at least consider talking to me with this, please? If you still don’t, that’s fine, we’ll find a different way, but-“

  Gentle hands on the paper and pencil stopped him from speaking.

  Wordlessly, Dabi allowed the kid to take them, deciding to envelop the kid’s waist and rest his cheek on Puppy’s soft head as he waited for him to stop writing.

  He should have thought of this earlier. By the energetic scribbles he was hearing, the kid was open to talking this way. Maybe Dabi would have found out so much about the kid already if he had thought this up earlier. His name, who his piece of shit stepdad was, whether he really wanted to live here or thought he was indebted or some reason. Why the bookcase was knocked over. If Puppy wanted his own clothes, for God’s sake-surely he couldn’t be comfortable walking around in boxers and an adult man’s shirt every day!

  Puppy snapped him out of his musing by turning around in Dabi’s arms, holding out the paper. With a muttered thanks, Dabi took it and began reading it over the scrambled mess of handwriting. Several sentences were crossed out beyond legibility, but there was a message.

  ‘ I had a dream about you leaving me, and my stepdad finding me again. Are you going to take me back now that you’ve seen how needy I am?’

  “What? No, Puppy, of course not,” Dabi’s brows furrowed, and he nuzzled the side of Puppy’s head for two-way comfort. “If I ever see the man who calls himself your stepdad, I’m gonna kill him.”

  Puppy’s eyes went wide as saucers, and he snatched the paper back.

  ‘ Are you gonna kill me?’

  “No! Fuck, Puppy, I only want you to be happy and safe. And correct me if I’m wrong, but nothing in your life really said you were, when we met.” Speaking of...

  He nudged the kid, going a bit quieter because of the sensitivity of the next topic. “Hey, Puppy, do you... go to UA academy?”

  At the mention of the school, the boy’s faced dropped, and his writing was much slower.

  ‘I was told there would be a position for me in the hero course if I passed the entrance exam... but I was kicked out of the position... I wanted to be a hero, but Quirkless people can’t be heroes.’

  As much as Dabi hated heroes, he felt offended.

  “Who the fuck says that?”

  ‘ All Might.’

  Dabi took a moment to observe his puppy’s face. The kid looked absolutely distraught after the statement. Shit, hand-face had heard that All Might had begun teaching at UA. Did that piece off shit actually say that to this boy’s fucking face!? His hatred for the number one deepened. Not only had All Might said this to a fucking teenager, he said this to HIS puppy. His puppy, who had been hurt and living on his own for who knows how long and abused for years, judging from some of his scars.

  “Well fuck him. And fuck heroes. My own father was a hero, and he beat and burned the shit out of me.”

  He saw his Puppy’s eyes fall to said scars. The kid had never asked, but he was very comfortable around them, it seemed. But he saw the gears in his puppy’s head, and chuckled, giving him a hug.

  “These? Nah, I did these to myself. I was young, and didn’t have the greatest grasp on my Quirk. But at least it made everyone who hurt me and used me think I died, and I was free. I was you’re age when I went out on my own.”

  The kid bit his lips before writing something else down. Dabi read over his shoulder as he did.

  ‘ Thank you for helping me as much as you have. I wish I had a Quirk and was strong and pretty-‘ the kid quickly erased the last word, but not before Dabi caught it- ‘ like you are, but I’m just a weak quirkless nothing. I don’t deserve how nice and kind you are. If you want I can leave-‘

  “You aren’t leaving unless you want to leave, puppy,” Dabi cut off any more writing, squeezing the teenager tight. “I like having you around, and coming home to your cute face and amazing food. You have no idea how much I hated it when the trip turned out way longer than I thought. I’m sorry, I never wanted to leave you, and I never plan on leaving you alone that long ever again. And tomorrow I’m going out and buying you a phone, so you can reach me.”

  Puppy’s eyes bugged out.

  ‘ What ! ? No, that’s too pricy. I’ll be ok, I just knocked the shelf over cleaning and panicked and thought I was gonna get punished and then hid and then I heard you come in and I got scared. You don’t need to worry or spend money on me! I impose enough as it is!’

  Dabi raised and eyebrow. That explained the bookshelf, at least. But he had heard the kid’s outburst when he came back, and knew the kid was hiding how lonely he had felt.

  “Yeah, I’m getting you that phone. It’s not gonna be anything fancy, but I’ll get one with a texting function so we can talk. Besides, my job is... unpredictable. If you plan on staying with me-which is up to you-you deserve to know when I’ll be back or not.”

   Puppy opened his mouth. Closed it. Furrowed his brows. Looked at the paper and raise his pencil. Then lowered it. Then raised it again.

  “If you wanna say something, say it.”

  Biting his lip, Puppy jotted something down.

  ‘ Can I ask what your job is?’

  Shit. Made sense. But the kid admitted not even ten minutes ago he wanted to be a hero, did he really want to tell his puppy, someone he cared about more than he wanted to admit, he was a villain?

  “I don’t think you’d like what I do, kid,” Dabi muttered into Puppy’s hair.

  ‘ I want to know. Please?’

   He sighed. Puppy picked up on it and raced to write an apology, but Dabi spoke before he could.

  “I’m a villain.”

  Puppy’s entire body stilled. The pencil, mid-writing. The flexing in his neck. His arm. Even his breath stopped.

  In an instant, Dabi wished he could take back what he said. Get his puppy back. Of course the kid, a wannabe hero, would be uncomfortable with Dabi’s admission. He’d want to leave and get as far away as possible.

  But he couldn’t. What was said was said, and he couldn’t erase it.

  When the kid left his arms, Dabi resigned himself to the fact that this was it. The kid was going to go to UA and report him. And he wouldn’t blame the kid. He couldn’t, really.

  The kid had only been in his life for a few days, but Dabi was already accustomed to having the greenette in his life. Seeing him as he walked in, watching him as he woke up. Running his hands into the boy’s hair while they watched tv. Eating his fucking delicious food. Continuing to see that nice ass whenever the kid bent over and being able to pass off rubbing his hands up and down his sides. Washing his hair and avoiding the kid shaking himself dry like a dog. The apartment would be too quiet without his puppy, and his bed would feel too empty.

  Something pressed against his chest.

  Dabi blinked, coming out of his head and to the room.

  Puppy was in front of him now, holding out his hand, which held the paper pad. There was a frown marring his face as he nodded to the paper. Dabi took it, and began reading the lengthy script.

  ‘ Listen, I know I said I wanted to be a hero, but All Might destroyed that dream. The day you saved me, the boy who had been tormenting me for years had told me to jump off a roof and end it. And I would have, if you hadn’t saved me. Wanting to Be a hero was the only thing that kept me going ever since my mom went to heaven. You say you’re a villain, but you’re the nicest person I’ve ever met since my mama, and the only one who hasn’t been too mad that I don’t like talking. You feed me, treat my wounds, and let me cuddle you and use you’re really nice clothes. I don’t think anyone who treats a quirkless nobody like me so nice is a villain.

  I know you probably don’t want a useless kid like me around, but I really like you and think you’re cute like living with you. So if it’s okay, could I... stay here? With you? I could cook for you and maybe go grocery shopping and do chores, but I don’t want to leave the only place where I’ve felt wanted for the first time in four years.’

  Dabi looked up, wordless.

  The kid in front of him was fidgeting and nervous, but he didn’t look away. There was something he’d never seen in that kid’s eyes before when he did.

  Determination.

  The likes of which he’d never seen.

  The kid blushed and with that determined look on his face, motioned for Dabi to flip the page over.

  ‘P.S.

   If I do get to stay, I really like being called your puppy. It makes me feel like somebody actually likes me and wants me. If you didn’t mean to call me YOUR puppy, and just puppy instead, sorry I perceived it wrong. I kinda…….ikindofhaveacrushonyouimsorry.’

  Fuck.

  Dabi dropped the paper.

  Holy shit.

  Talk about a plot twist, huh?

   “Yeah..” Dabi drawled, sitting up and slowly beginning to lean closer. Eventually he leaned so far forward Puppy had to lean back, but he didn’t stop. Didn’t stop til HIS puppy was laying on the bed, and Dabi was over him, hands on either side of the teenager.

  “Now that I know you like me back, I don’t think I can let go of my little Puppy ever again. Sorry, you just signed yourself up to be mine forever. You good with that?”

  Beet red, his puppy nodded eagerly. Dabi smirked, lowering himself.

  “Good Puppy. Now, does Puppy want a kiss from his boyfriend?”

  Dabi got to be the boy’s first kiss.

  And his first boyfriend, of the three.

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  Life felt ten times better now that he could really call his puppy HIS.

  The kid still didn’t mention his name, despite the increased use of talking via paper. Which Dabi was all too fine with. His puppy could go at his own pace.

  Speaking of pace, the two still hadn’t done anything actually intimate. The kid still had too many bruises and nasty cuts and burns, and Dabi was pretty sure the greenette had a broken rib too.

   Plus, it didn’t feel right to push into that heavy a relationship with a kid who depended on him. It was already wrong and probably illegal as fuck he was frenching the boy already, but Dabi didn’t care too much about that law in this case. Both were a bit more handsy with each other, but never around the privates. Dabi had come close though, just barely not touching the boy’s ass while cuddling or carrying him around.

   But he had caught his puppy staring more when he was shirtless-so Dabi made a point to go shirtless more often.

  It felt nice, to see his puppy blush at his scarred body. A giant burn scar encroached on his left side almost to his pectoral and definitely over two abs. Dabi thought that it was hideous. Despite that, the boy was always gobsmacked and would excuse his staring with an apology and a crossed out admission that he thought Dabi was pretty.

  Puppy had gotten much better at asking for things. He still always phrased it like he was inconveniencing the villain, but it was hardly a bother. Fuck, one day the kid asked for him to pick up two fish and created the best stew Dabi had had in years. Yes, introducing the paper was a fantastic idea that was very good.

  Along with the paper, Puppy used his new phone to talk to Dabi while he was at work. At first it was little things like asking wishing him a good day or to remember to drink, but sometimes he would take a break just to talk with his boyfriend.

  Dabi got to know a whole new side of Puppy, through the texting and paper. The kid, despite carrying a huge amount of self-loathing, seemed to try always find solutions and cheer Dabi up. He loved graphic t-shirts and hated coffee. Spiders scared him a lot and his favorite animal was a bunny.

  A week after they began dating, Dabi noticed a cute habit of Puppy’s. He had gotten the kid a notebook via a request, and one day, when they were watching a criminal tv show, he watched as Puppy scowled and began so muttering so quietly Dabi couldn’t understand. He had snapped open his notebook and began writing, still muttering. He only caught a few phrases in the notebook, which Dabi didn’t look at out of privacy, but when Puppy noticed he showed the villain.

  Turned out his puppy had a habit of analyzing people and Quirks, and was an adorable nit picker when it came to crime shows. Entire pages would be filled with plot holes on the criminal’s fault and how they could have gotten away with it or, conversely, should have gotten caught if it weren’t for police and hero stupidity. One page was just filled with one actor’s Quirk ruining the plot of the episode. The notebook-once Puppy had heard it was okay that he could do it because the adorable boy was so afraid of misbehaving-was a now constant companion whenever they watched tv, and Dabi had gotten used to the sound of a pencil across paper. Sometimes his puppy would get so caught up in analyzing a Quirk in a show that he would be focused on it for hours, creating tons of questions on the usage and limits.

  It was so fucking cute.

  But, of course, another adorable trait of his puppy had been insulted by his abusers.

  Puppy always tensed up when Dabi asked what he was writing about, and would hold it tighter until Dabi assured him he was just asking and Puppy didn’t have to tell him. He finally had it explained to him, unprompted, after dinner, two weeks after he got the notebook.

  ‘ I’ve always analyzed and wrote notes on Heroes and people’s Quirks. I always made people upset by asking too many questions and being annoying. I used to have an entire box full of my research, but... my stepdad found it and read the section where I realized I was gay. He was really mad and burned it all. I got punished really bad and he kicked me out. He didn’t want a stalker faggot like me in his apartment.’

  The kid had been so somber after that, it took Dabi nearly three hours of gentle praise to get Puppy to cheer up. Dabi assured him that he didn’t mind the writing and thought it was cute, and he would never touch Puppy’s books without his permission.

  To Dabi’ relief, the kid was comforted by that, and he had gone through the whole notebooks in a month.

   Also, if Dabi really ever did find the fucker who abused his stepson, he was certainly going to murder him.

  And the kid had been going out a bit more on his own. Mostly just for grocery shopping, but Dabi was glad his Puppy was getting comfortable being out in public again. It didn’t do him good to be cooped up all alone. A month since they started dating and the kid was finally getting more independent.

  But still, he always came home to Dabi

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Overhaul was the one who saved the kid from another villain.

  Nearly two months since he had last seen the oft injured child, he finally thought the little creature had gotten some help. Or died. Still, he did frequent the area on a regular basis, just in case.

  When he did it this time, he tried to shrug off the lack of green hair in the area. He had been about to return home when he heard a struggle.

  Curiosity overtook him, and he looked into the alley he heard it from.

  It looked like a regular mugging. Some scoundrel was towering over someone of a much smaller stature, far too close to be appropriate. The victim was trying to struggle out of the criminal’s hold. Bored, the yakuza had been about to move on when the scene changed.

The victim had done something to wound the attacker and broke free. With a start, Overhaul recognized the now clean mop of green hair and panicked freckled face just before it was slammed into the pavement by the slob attacking him-

  A child.

  Despicable.

  He didn’t even think about it when he blew apart the pig, grimacing as blood rained down on the previously pinned boy and onto his shoes. Now he would have to clean.

  He focused again on the child, who was scrambling up and breathing hard.

  “Are you alright, little one?”

  The kid stayed silent. Overhaul regarded the boy.

  He seemed healthier than when he’d last seen him. Other than the blood, his body was clean and he didn’t have any visible bruises. A large tshirt covered his frame, and he was wearing flip flops and shorts. There was a jagged abrasion, most likely from the brick wall, and his cheek was beginning to redden and swell. And he looked marginally healthier, with his cheeks filling out a bit.

  But, his breathing was worrisome.

  “Are you hurt?”

His second statement seemed to shock the boy, whose face snapped to the blood around them and on him. Overhaul was prepared for the screaming, or the look of terror or panic, but instead, he was surprised when a look of relief and thankfulness overtook the boy’s face.

  He was even more surprised when the boy pulled out a now broken pencil and paper.

  ‘ Thank you. He said he was going to use my body.’

  Kai curled his hand into a fist. One of the most abominable acts. He was glad he rid the world of the parasite. The readiness of the paper and lack of verbal words gave him pause. Was the boy mute, perhaps?

  “Where is your family, young man? Are you all alone?”

  He disliked how the boy flinched so hard at the question. He answered in very shaky handwriting.

  ‘I need to go home. Change and stuff. Thank you, bye!’

  And just like that, the kid was off, still covered in blood. Like that he would just attract attention! Kai huffed, cursing his giving nature.

  “Wait!” The kid froze with a flinch, and was shaking as Kai approached him. He frowned, but didn’t mention it as he took off his jacket and slung it around the younger boy’s shoulders.

  “To cover the blood. I doubt you’d want anyone to see that.” At the boy’s unsure gaze, he added, “you can keep it-I have others.”

  Even if he had kept it, his entire current outfit was going to be burned. Who knows how many small particles of blood had reached his shirt and pants? With a thankful nod, the kid took off.

  Hmm, he had to investigate why his heart was beating so quick at the sight of the boy in his jacket.

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When Dabi returned home, he was greeted with silence.

Puppy hadn’t replied to his text that he was coming home, which had worried Dabi a bit. Puppy always replied. Walking a bit further in, he was relieved to see the kid sitting at the table.

  He ambled closer, “Hey puppy, I didn’t see you reply to-“

  Dabi froze.

  There were several things wrong.

  First off, there was a huge bruise on his Puppy’s face. Like he’d been punched. Along with that was a nasty scratch. Second, was the kid was in the most hideous jacket he’d never seen before. It has green with purple fur lining the neck. Third, he was completely still, not even kicking his legs back and forth like he normally did.

  Last, he was covered in blood.

  “Puppy!” Dabi ran over and kneeled, pulling the kid’s chair out away from the table so Dabi could better see his body. “Puppy, what- what happened? Are you hurt? Is this blood yours? Shit, puppy,” Dabi looked at the table and snatched the pen-why was it a pen?-and paper there and holding it out, begged “please, tell me!”

  “I-I-“ Puppy began talking, which threw Dabi for a loop- “shop-shopping. Man grabbed me, s-s-said I had to b-be quiet and t-t-take off my Sh-Sh-shirt-“ Dabi’s blood was boiling, and Puppy was beginning to tear up, “and I tried running th-then he grabbed me and pushed me down and-and-“ a sob broke out of the broken boy, and he rushed to cover his mouth.

  Despite the blood, Dabi didn’t hesitate to reach out and pull him into a tight embrace.

  Puppy sobbed harder, and wrapped his arms around the villain. Dabi let him, thoughts running wild.

  Somebody had grabbed his puppy. Had tried to touch and take what was his. Did they? Fucking did they!? A pit grew in his stomach at the thought of some pig actually hurting his puppy like that-he was just a fucking kid, just a kid-

“Hey, hey puppy, I need you to tell me.” Dabi pulled the kid back by his shoulders, trying to hide the terror he was feeling for his little boyfriend. “Did he hurt you? I don’t mean that nasty cut in your head, I mean-I mean- fuck, kid, I can’t say it-“

  The kid must have understood though, because he shook his head furiously. “Ma-ma-man walked by. S-s-s-stopped bad man. He-he bl-blew him up-I w-was-I was so scared!”

  Despite the bloody picture and fear still on the boy’s face, Dabi felt his body sag in relief.

  Puppy was okay. He hadn’t been hurt in one of the worst ways possible.

  Thank god.

  “It’s okay, Puppy,” he let out a shaky breath, rubbing up and down the boy’s arms, “it’s gonna be okay. No one can hurt you while I’m around-I’ll burn them to ash. You’re safe with me. I promise.”

  The kid was still shaking, but he did nod at Dabi’s words, quickly going back in for another hug. He happily obliged. It didn’t matter that he had his face full of the most gaudy fake fur he’d ever felt or seen. Anything to make his puppy feel safe, feel protected and loved.

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  “Come on, we need to get you cleaned up.”

  Dabi gently lifted the younger boy by his armpits and set him on his feet. The tears had dried, and the sobs had been reduced to a few sniffles, but Puppy was shaky on his feet and had gone mute again.

  The kid was covered in blood. It dotted his face like the freckles he already had. And the squelching sound when he pressed against the back of the jacket suggested there was more blood under it. Plus, who knew how much of this blood was Puppy’s, and how much of it was the piece of shits’ blood.

  Puppy just nodded and let Dabi lead him into the bathroom, not even blinking when Dabi kneeled down and took off his dirty shoes. He only reacted when he went back up to try and remove the jacket, clenching onto it before letting go at Dabi’s gentle tugging. Dabi walked around to see the damage on his back.

  Yep, there was blood.

  Like, a lot of blood.

  Like, a worrisome amount of blood.

  It completely soaked the entire back of the punk’s shirt. It had been white before, and now it was red.

  It was enough that Dabi had to ask.

  “…hey, kid, is any of this stuff yours?”

  No response, verbal or otherwise.

  Dabi’s heart thudded painfully. Puppy had never responded to his question of being hurt. Fuck, was the brat hiding an injury he didn’t know about? He spun the kid around by his shoulders to look at his face.

  His puppy’s face, usually so expressive and open, had gone blank. Lips that were usually curled up into a smile or down into a worried frown laid flat. Eyes, typically so bright and looking at every little thing around him, had gone dull and unfocused. A gentle shake made the kid blink and briefly focus on Dabi again before drifting away.

  Fuck. Fuck, this wasn’t good. The kid was checking out.

  “Puppy, puppy, I need you to come back to me,” Dabi called, sliding his hands down to the bloodstained hands of his boyfriend. At the touch, the boy did turn his head to stare at Dabi’s face.

   Dabi wasn’t going to let his puppy hide away in his own head. He wasn’t. “I need you here with me. I know, I know you can’t help but think about your attacker, but it’s just hurting you, and I need you to be here with me instead of when you were attacked.”

  Dabi squeezed his puppy’s hand. “You feel me? Feel my hand? The staples where I go from being a burnt piece of human bacon back to a normal human? It’s gonna stay right here, on your hand, or your arm or shoulder. Can you feel it? Puppy, I need you to squeeze my hand to tell me if you feel it.”

  Puppy blinked.

  Blinked again.

  His eyes focused a bit more, and Dabi sighed when he felt a returning squeeze.

  Thank god. His puppy was trying to stay here with him.

  “Okay, anytime you feel yourself going back there, and you’re not here, with me, hearing me and feeling my hands across your arms, your body, you’re cute little face, through you’re soft hair,” Puppy blushed, making the burnt man smile, “Just give me another squeeze, and I’ll be right there to remind you where you are. You ready to get clean?”

  His puppy, now with more light in his gorgeous emerald eyes, nodded.

  “First, is any of that blood on your back yours? You only need to nod or shake your head, but I need to know if we need the med kit right now.”

  Shake.

  “Any injuries besides that cut and your cheek?”

  Shake. A look of hesitation. Then a small nod. Dabi blinked.

  “Where?”

  With a small blush, Puppy pulled his hands back and held them up. They were scuffed up, like the scratches you get when you fall and brace yourself with your hands. None were bleeding, but Dabi made a mental note to self to still put antibiotic on them later.

  “Good puppy,” Dabi praised, gently positioning Puppy’s hands onto Dabi’s shoulders. “I’ll clean that up. Do you want a shower or bath? Hum twice for shower, once for bath, or tap twice for shower or once for bath. Be a good puppy and do that for me please.”

  Puppy tapped his index and middle finger once against his collarbone.

  Okay, so good possibility the kid had decided to go completely mute. But at least he was willing to communicate. Dabi could work with that.

  “Alright. I need to take your clothes off to clean you up. You want me to grab the swim trunks, or bubble bath? Once for trunks, twice for bubbles, or tap three times for neither.”

  Despite the two months of dating and regularly washing Puppy, Dabi had never seen the boy fully nude. Maybe it was whatever remained of his morals, but it was more likely he knew he would be able to resist the urge to feel up all that bare skin around his pelvis….

  … now wasn’t the time for that.

  Luckily, Puppy hadn’t noticed the dirty thoughts, and tapped a single time for trunks. Keeping one hand on Puppy, Dabi leaned past the kid to grab at one of the now several pairs of swim trunks he bought just for this occasion. Regular bathing, that is. Not the washing off blood.

   Moving on.

  Dabi gently began to instruct the boy, falling into a familiar rhythm. “Come on, raise your hands for me. Good boy. Gonna take your shirt off now, okay? Good puppy… fuck, you’re gorgeous, even covered in blood… damn, that soaked through completely- hey, no, it’s okay. It’s just a shirt. Shirts can be replaced. I’m happy it was the shirt and not you who ended up bloody. Got it? That’s right, puppy. I’m right here…”

  Now they reached the trickier part.

  The pants.

  “Can I take your shorts off, puppy?” Dabi asked, not liking the minute nod he got in return. “I need a full shake or nod, puppy. If you don’t want me to, I won’t take them off.” He cupped the boys chin and smirked. “I do not care about bathing naked. You’ve seen me do it before- remember that time I came home and I walked right into the bath, jacket, boots, and all? Remember that?”

  Finally, for the first time since he came home, he got a small smile from his Puppy. Just a tiny little quirk of the lips, but still, a smile. From his antics.

  Followed by a firm nod.

  “Yeah? Well, if you don’t want me to take off your shorts, or do any of that, I’m not. So, is it okay if I take off your shorts? Yes or no?”

  Dabi waited.

  And waited.

  Puppy nodded.

  “Thank you,” Dabi said, pressing his lips against the kid’s forehead. He didn’t lean back though.

   Instead, like he had done dozens of times before, he closed his eyes and let his arms fall down. Lower and lower down pale and sometimes scarred skin until they hit fabric. Then his fingers slid until they reached the front of the shorts between Dabi and the younger child. Keeping his eyes closed, and his fingers quick, Dabi unbuttoned the shorts. Gently pushed them off still hips until they pooled down onto the floor.

  There was nothing between his hands and the parts of his puppy he desperately wanted to touch. Even now, knowing his puppy just got out of nearly being hurt, his hands ached to grab and touch. But he couldn’t. Definitely not now. His lips didn’t leave Puppy’s head. Screwing his eyes tighter, Dabi reached out to the counter to snatch the swim shorts, quickly grazing down the kid’s arm until said kid grabbed them from him.

  From there, Dabi waited through the shuffling noises until he felt the confirming tap that Puppy was done putting on the shorts, and Dabi could open his eyes again.

    “Ready to step into the tub?” Puppy nodded, sliding his hands to Dabi’s burnt up biceps.

   They had done this plenty of times. Puppy would wait on the edge of the tub as Dabi would test the warmth of the water and wait for it to get high enough. Then he’d help Puppy step into the tub. If he had his jacket on, like he did now, he’d take it off and toss it to the door.

  And usually, Dabi would start at the arms, head to the chest, the back, and then the feet. And then he’d end it off with washing the boy’s hair and turning around so Puppy could clean under his swimsuit. But the blood covered back switched things up.

  When his hand touched the kid’s back, Puppy jumped and instantly reached out and squeezed Dabi’s wrist.

  “It’s okay, kid. It’s just me. You’re here with me in our apartment. I’m just touching your back to get the blood off, Puppy. Can you look at me in the eyes?” Dabi waited until his little boyfriend did so. “Good Puppy. Now, keep looking me in the eyes. I’m gonna touch your back again. That okay? Nod if it’s okay, puppy.”

  Puppy finally nodded his head, and Dabi maintained eye contact as he brought his hand back to the brat’s back. There was another flinch, but Puppy still seemed to be in the present. His eyes were focused on Dabi’s and he wasn’t shaking.

The blood had dried enough that a gentle rub wasn’t enough to dislodge it. Keeping one hand in Puppy’s and another holding a rag, Dabi began washing off the blood.

   Going quiet for too long made Puppy begin to check out again, so the silence was interspersed with the villain’s gentle words, praises, and assurances. There were enough gaps between speaking though that Dabi’s mind began to wander.

  Blood coated the entirety of Puppy’s back. Now, Dabi tended to leave his victims charred, not bloody, but he’d interacted enough with Toga to recognize that the amount of blood that Puppy claimed wasn’t his was too much for the owner of said blood to still be alive.

  Puppy had said someone had saved him by blowing the attacker up. Did he mean blow him apart, without any actual combustion? How? What kind of Quirk did this? Was it the same person who Puppy got that god awful jacket from?

  Whoever it was, Dabi was grateful.

   He didn’t like that he owed a complete stranger for saving his Puppy’s life, but he did.

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Sleep that night had been… eventful.

  Neither the villain nor the boy had an appetite after the bath, and Dabi was against the idea of being away from his puppy even for a moment. And since it was already eight at night, Dabi decided the best course of action was to head to bed early.

  There was some trouble getting Puppy into his nightshirt-funnily labeled ‘study shirt’-and a change of boxers because Dabi was slightly against the idea of not constantly touching his little boyfriend. He always kept a hand on his puppy’s body, even when he had to close his eyes so Puppy could change out of his swimsuit and put on boxers.

  After that hiccup, they had settled in for the night. Puppy was like a little koala, with his arms and legs wrapped around Dabi like a tree branch.

  This was a common sleeping position for them.

  Despite the familiarity, Dabi couldn’t sleep, even when his puppy’s breaths evened out with the scarred hand going up and down his delicate spine. His mind was too focused on the ‘what if’s’ and the possibilities.

  This morning could have been the last time he was with his puppy. The last time he tasted his food and his lips. Had Puppy been smiling, when he left? Dabi hadn’t bothered to look. What if it had been the last time he saw his puppy, and he couldn’t even remember the look on his face?

  Dabi squeezed Puppy closer to his body.

  When the nightmares started, Dabi was glad he was awake.

  What hinted at the kid’s dream was how his puppy began to tremble. Like a little chihuahua in cold weather. And then there was the scrunched up face. The trembling blew into thrashing.

   The only reason Dabi hadn’t woken the kid up before that point was because the kid’s previous nightmares were always marked by whimpers and changes in breathing. This time, the nightmare had Puppy silent, even as he thrashed around. When Dabi woke him up, the kid just began spiraling into one of his panic attacks.

  Dabi had helped calm the kid down, but his boyfriend had a nightmare he needed to wake up from five more times that night. And Dabi didn’t sleep for a second of it.

  How could he? He was too worried about his little puppy.

   Dabi had been where the kid was. Seeing and experiencing death like that for the first time-only real psychos didn’t get nightmares the first time it happened. Dabi could still remember the first jackass who jumped him when he hit the streets. It was some older guy who was trying to mug him, and he had had a knife. He had tried to run, but eventually flight turned to fight. Sometimes Dabi would dream about how the geezer’s body turned to nothing and how he screamed in the blue flames. They weren’t pleasant ones.

  Sure, Puppy hadn’t been the one to kill the bastard, but he had still had the shit die very close to him, and had been covered in his blood. Probably a very traumatic experience. How could he help his puppy through it?

  He could only think of one possible answer.

  By being there for his puppy.

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   “What do you mean you aren’t coming in today!?”

  “Keep it down, will ya?” Dabi said, pulling the phone closer to his ear and securing Puppy’s place on his chest.

  It was currently ten in the fucking morning, and Dabi hadn’t slept a wink, but his puppy was finally asleep for longer than an hour and there was no way in hell Dabi was leaving him!

   “Like hell I will!” Twice whispered, voice dropping. “You can’t just not show up at the bar!”

  “It’s not like we’d even be doing shit, anyways,” Dabi grumbled, “all wrinkle-face has been having us do lately is train or just hang around the bar.”

  “But boss man said he’s actually gonna have a meeting today! With new missions for us! It sounds horrible!” Twice said in excitement. “You gotta come in today! No you don’t. Yes you do!”

  Jeez, it was like every conversation with the cloner was meant to give him a headache.

  “Yeah… still not gonna show up. And if Hands has a problem with that, he can call me himself.”

  “But-!”

  A small noise from Dabi’s chest cut off the other villain. Dabi looked down to see Puppy in the midst of waking up. Fuck! Puppy opened his eyes to see Dabi mid call, and made an inquisitive sound that Twice definitely heard.

  “Who’s that? Do you have a girl with you? Are you with someone? Cmon man, tell me! Don’t tell me! Tell me! Tell me!”

   Puppy made another noise in question. Dabi silently shook his head and pushed Puppy’s head back down on his chest, petting his green locks as he spoke into the phone.

  “It’s none of you’re business, Two-face. Just tell the boss I’m not coming in today, got it?”

  “Wait, tell me-“

  Dabi hung up before the man could finish his sentence.

  Damm, Twice was nearly as bad as Toga when it came to trying to find out about his personal life. As if Dabi wanted those fuckers anywhere near him outside of work! Sure, Twice wasn’t super annoying to work with, and Magne was tolerable to be around, but they were villains. Completely untrustworthy to be around his puppy.

  Speaking of Puppy…

  “How ya feeling, puppy?” Dabi lifted up his hands so the brat could look up.

  A dark look crossed his boyfriend’s face but it eased into something like discomfort as his eyes focused on the staples on Dabi’s chest. The greenette’s hands fisted his shirt before smoothing it out and repeating the process. Like he was kneading Dabi’s chest,

Cute.

  “Don’t want to talk about it, huh? I get it, kid,” Dabi said, ruffling his puppy’s hair. “Trust me, I know what it’s like, to see someone die as violently like that.”

  Puppy dragged his eyes away from the staples and into Dabi’s eyes. His brows furrowed, and Dabi just knew the brat wanted him to elaborate.

  And since he was a sucker for the kid, Dabi did.

  “I was around your age when I went off on my own. And there were plenty of pieces of shit who wanted to take advantage of a injured homeless kid. I was probably in the same situation you were yesterday. The only difference is my Quirk.”

  Puppy was listening intently, which he supposed was comforting. It didn’t look like the brat was judging him, but then again, who knew what ran in the kid’s head?

  Dabi’s voice went softer as he recalled the first time he killed someone. “There was this… this one guy. And when it became clear I couldn’t escape him, I had to use my Quirk on him. First time I saw what it was like to burn alive. Watched him burn until… there was only ashes.”

  His puppy hadn’t stopped staring, but his face had smoothed into something softer, kinder. Like he hadn’t just heard about Dabi’s first murder but instead a sad story.

  What a weirdo.

  Running gentle circles in Dabi’s exposed skin, Puppy leaned closer and nuzzled into Dabi’s jaw. As if Dabi was the one who needed comforting, not him. Despite the absurdity, Dabi sighed at the soft touch, and wrapped his hand around Puppy’s chin to pull him into a sweet kiss.

  God, he loved this kid.

  .

  .

  .

  When Dabi realized what exactly he had just thought, he froze in the kiss.

  Puppy, as observant as he always was, noticed, and pulled back. Dabi was too shocked to notice.

  He loved Puppy. He tried to excuse the thought for just a word of sentiment, but now that he had thought them he could feel it. Feel it in his scars, in his piercings and skins down into his bones.

  He loved him.

  He was in love with his Puppy.

  Dabi stared into his boyfriend’s green eyes. Eyes that clouded in confusion and were moving farther away from him.

  “I..”

  His puppy just stared at him, so open, so trusting. His hands slid into scarred ones on the sides of the bed, and Dabi’s throat felt like it was filled with cotton.

  In an instant, Dabi had flipped them so that Puppy was on the bed and Dabi was kneeling over him, hands on either side of Puppy’s head and staring down at him. The boy only stared up with confusion, and a growing look of fear.

  Now that he knew, the words couldn’t stay in. He had to tell Puppy how he felt. He had to. This couldn’t stay in, never.

  “I love you.”

  The words were spoken softly, but filled with awe and wonder. Wonder at how Dabi, a cruel villain, a killer, had managed to find such an amazing little boyfriend who he loved with his entire charred heart.

  Fear on his Puppy’s face turned to shock, and red grew on his puppy’s face until it covered it completely, scalp to neck. He was more surprised by the shine in his puppy’s eyes, and how the kid slowly, but so gently and so softly, raised his hands until they rested on Dabi’s shoulders,

  The boy, with tears at the corners of his eyes, spoke with a whisper.

  “I… love you… too.. Dabi.”

  Dabi stared.

  Stared until he saw red drip down on his Puppy’s face, saw the small smile and love- fucking love -turn to one of concern as Puppy raised his hands to touch something wet on Dabi’s face.

  Fuck, he was crying.

   “It’s okay, kid,” Dabi said weakly, using one arm to try and wipe away the bloody tears, “I just-tear ducts got fucked up when I burned myself. Sorry, I know it’s gross-just-“ his throat felt like it was closing up, “just never thought I’d hear anyone say that to me.”

  Both of Puppy’s hands rested Dabi’s face, his thumbs brushing just under his eyes. The love had returned to his face, love aimed at him, at Dabi. “I-I love you.”

  “ Fuck. ” Dabi dropped to his forearms, dropping his head into his beloved’s neck. “ Fuck, say it again.”

  Small fingers weaved it’s way into his dyed hair, gently tugging and holding, and Dabi went weak.

  “I l-love you… Dabi.”

  Dabi pulled Puppy into an embrace, refusing to leave the neck, and refusing to acknowledge the tears pouring down his face. He ignored how wet his voice was when he begged, “ again. ”

  Over and over, his puppy would tell Dabi he loved him, and over and over, Dabi would plead for his boyfriend to tell him again and again. He peppered kisses to his puppy’s neck, shaking and crying from some emotion he didn’t even know.

  Dabi loved his puppy.

  And his puppy loved him.

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  Dabi lifted his head and captured his puppy’s lips into a searing kiss.

  All he could see, all he wanted to feel and hear and smell and taste, was his puppy.

  His puppy under him, trapped by Dabi’s legs and arms.

  The sweetness of his little boyfriend’s mouth when he shoved his tongue inside, devouring and licking every part of his teeth, cheeks, and tongue.

  The quiet little moans as Dabi ravaged his mouth, so needy and like a little puppy’s whines. The arms curling over his neck and the hands winding through his hair to pull Dabi closer.

  All Dabi wanted right now was his puppy to dominate everything in his world.

  The villain pulled back, smirking when a thin bridge of saliva connected between his lips and Puppy’s red and swollen ones.

  His puppy’s entire face was a sight to behold. His pupils had blown out almost completely, leaving thin emerald rings around consuming darkness. There was flushed skin as far as the eye could see, and his breathing was heavy. All of his attention was focused on Dabi-just like it should be.

  “I love you kid-“ the boy’s mouth dropped open into an ‘o’, making Dabi smirk. But he wasn’t done talking, stroking his boyfriend’s cheek, “-and I’ll love you for the rest of my life, Puppy. My cute little Puppy. Mine, forever and ever.”

  Puppy’s eyes widened before closing. To Dabi’s surprise, he watched as the boy arched himself into Dabi’s hand with a keening whine. A type of whine he had never heard from his puppy before. Judging by the flushed cheeks, though, he had an idea what feeling fueled it.

  Dabi smiled, leaning closer. “You like that, huh? Like it when I call you MY puppy, MY boyfriend, like when I call you mine?”

  He put his lips right next to his puppy’s ears, letting his voice go extra gravely-like he knew the kid loved-and asked,

   “Want to be mine, baby?”

  He leaned back just in time to see Puppy nod eagerly, whimpering and pressing closer to Dabi. It made the burned man grin ferally.

  “Good boy.”

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  Dabi pressed Puppy up and into another kiss, reveling in the feeling of his little boyfriend’s hands twining up across his back and grabbing onto his hair for support. Dabi had his own fistful of green hair which he tugged on, eliciting a gasp from the boy and letting him begin to trail kisses down to his neck.

  “Fuuuck, puppy, look at all that skin I can kiss,” he pressed a kiss against a pulse point, speaking into the gorgeous freckled skin. “And love up. Maybe I’ll leave a few bite marks, just so everyone will know you’re mine.”

  The hands in his hair squeezed, and he heard another cute little gasp. Dabi looked up to see the needy look on his Puppy’s face. He smirked.

  “You like the idea? You’ll let me bite you and mark you up? Nibble on this nice neck,” he used his free hand to gently squeeze the side of said neck, before sliding down to his puppy’s chest, “suck hickeys on your cute chest,” the hand slid down to squeeze at a thigh, and Dabi loved the way the blush deepened on Puppy’s cheeks when he did, “bite up those pretty pale thighs of yours?”

  Dabi had expected for his puppy to nod, or become a blushy mess. Maybe even a little whine.

  What he had not expected was for his Puppy to arch again and push something very hard and very thick into his thighs.

  And he was not expecting the absolute filth his puppy spilled.

  “Yes! Yes yes yes! Please, Dabi!” Puppy all but shouted, arching up again with needy tears gathering his eyes. “Please, bite me and make me yours! Please! I want it, I-I-I want it so bad, Dabi. Please please please! Everywhere! Bite me and kiss me everywhere! Please! Fuck, Dabi, Dabiiiii-“

  His puppy whined hard and loud, pulling the shocked silent Dabi in by the arms around his neck and peppering kisses all over Dabi’s cheeks, not stopping his words.

  “Please, I’m so hard, please, fuck me! I wanna be yours completely. Dabi, Dabi please fuck me.” Dabi’s eyes went wide. “Please, I need it. I need to so much. I need your Dick. Please. Please please please please-“

  The only thing that shut him up was Dabi’s bruising kiss.

  “Fuck, babbyyy,” Dabi growled low in his throat, nosing at his puppy’s exposed neck. “You sure got a dirty mouth. Made me so hard, just listening to you.”

  He looked up to stare into his Puppy’s face. What his baby was asking for was more serious, farther than they had ever gone. “You sure, puppy? Once I start, it will be pretty hard for me to stop. I’m not nice with my bites. You really will be all marked up, and you probably won’t be able to walk for a while.”

  The absolute trust and love in his puppy’s eyes was heart-stopping. Small hands grabbed the sides of his head, and his puppy gave a small nod.

  “I love you, Dabi. I want this, w-w-want you. I trust you. Please, can you mark me? Fuck me? I want to be yours, body and soul.”

  His words made Dabi groan low, and they went straight to his cock. Not only did his puppy consent to this, he was actively for it.

  Legality be dammed.

  He was fucking his puppy.

  Dabi was not gentle when he dropped his pelvis into Puppy’s and grinded down. The friction was amazing, and judging by the hitched gasps he heard, Puppy liked it too. He didn’t waste a second, sliding his hands under his puppy’s shirt and pulling it up. The hands on his body lifted for him to take it off completely, throwing it somewhere in the room.

  Now straddling Puppy, he took a minute to pull his upper body up and appreciate his little boyfriend.

  Puppy’s chest was heaving, and he was flushed all the way down to perky nipples. Puppy bit his lip as Dabi trailed a hand down the line of healed cigarette burns on his collarbone, not stopping his trail until it landed between the crisscrossing scars between his pecs. Dabi’s eyes trailed over to the other scars and healed over burns on his boyfriend before settling again on his face. Why was it so vulnerable?

  “Beautiful.”

  That was the only word to describe his puppy’s body.

  The blush on Puppy’s cheeks was gorgeous, but Dabi ignored it in favor of leaning down to kiss at a lash mark on Puppy’s right shoulder. “My perfect puppy’s beautiful body. Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful.”

  “You-you’re not dis-disgusted?”

  Dabi hated the fear in his baby’s voice. He ran his hand down and across the left pec, satisfied at the steep intake of breath when he did. “Why? If anyone is disgusting in this room, it’s me. Your body is perfect. Like this little freckle,” he kissed it to mark it, “perfect spot for kissing you when you’re in my lap facing away from me. And this neck,” he moved up, “so bare, just begging for me to mark my little puppy up. And I think I’m going to take that beg.”

  The gasp Puppy made when Dabi bit down was perfection.

  It wasn’t too hard. No, he didn’t want to completely tear into his puppy. That was for later. He just bit down hard enough it would leave a bruise, licking at it to soothe the pain. And judging by the weak grasping and twitching he could feel, his puppy could handle this special kind of pain.

  “Fuck, you’ll look so gorgeous with that,” Dabi muttered into the skin, pressing open mouth kisses against the bite between phrases. “Won’t even be able to leave to apartment without a scarf, or else everyone will see it. Think I’ll just.. leave a little… hickey right next to it..”

  His puppy liked the idea quite a bit, and was vocal as Dabi sucked a hickey below the bite mark. “Yeeees, please, mark me up. B-bite, suck, k-kiss! It’s all yours! I want it all so bad, Dabi!”

  This was quite a surprise, Dabi thought to himself as he moved to the other side of the neck. He had said more words in the past twenty four hours than he had in the past two weeks. But as he sucked another hickey and heard the hitch in his Puppy’s voice when he did, he decided he didn’t mind.

  “What a good little puppy. Fuck, I like you like this. So hot and needy for me.” Dabi slid both hands down the other’s chest. “I wonder what would happen if I just…” he slid his thumbs across his nipples.

  “Ah!” Puppy practically shouted, jerking up and flopping down again. The nipples pebbled quickly, and another experimental swipe make the boy cry out in pleasure again, to Dabi’s delight.

  “Oh? You’re sensitive here, aren’t you, little puppy?” Dabi grinned, and went and pinched one nipple.

  The boy beneath moaned loudly, arching into the touch. “ Yeeesss… pleeeease.. do it again. ”

  He liked the quality Puppy’s voice had adopted. Needy and begging. So he did. Then, for fun, he leaned down and kissed the other one. Puppy almost squealed at that.

  Dabi watched his boyfriend’s face as he laved his tongue across one nipple and squeezed and teased the other. One of Puppy’s hands was on Dabi’s shoulder, squeezing down hard. Another had risen up to muffle his Puppy’s voice. Well that wouldn’t do at all. He used his free hand to grab his puppy’s and held it down beside the boy’s head, intertwining their fingers.

  “Let me hear that sexy voice of yours, baby. Let it allll out.”

  Puppy somehow flushed even harder, “I-I-I’ll get too loud-ah!” He cut himself off as Dabi bit down on the nub he was focusing on. He tried to memorize the look on Puppy’s face as he swirled his tongue around it and nibbled it back and forth.

  When he let go with a loud pop, he didn’t waste time to wrap the kid up in a kiss. Puppy melted into it, not even noticing when Dabi switched which hand was raised up and which hand was teasing which nipple.

  He licked the roof of his puppy’s mouth before pulling up. “Soundproof walls,” he explained into his ear, treasuring the shaky gasp when he licked the shell of it, growling, “But it wouldn’t have mattered to me. I want everyone to hear who you belong to.”

  A whimper came from below him, just as he intended.

  Two hands came to rest just under the back of his shirt, the bare touch shocking the villain from his ministrations.

  Puppy looked at him with uncertainty in his eyes, nodding to Dabi’s top. “C-can I….” He trailed off, but his puppy’s hands squeezed the end of his shirt.

  Chuckling, he acquiesced to his boyfriend’s unasked request, pulling his shirt over and off himself, staring down to watch his puppy’s reaction.

  The kid’s eyes had focused on his chest. Dabi shivered when a hand unexpectedly made contact on the edge of the scarring below his left nipple. The kid was unfazed though, and added his right hand to the other side.

   The hands on him felt hotter than his own flames, especially as they mapped out the planes of his chest and stomach.

   It didn’t matter if it was skin or burn scars, the kid felt through every divot and groove, drawing lust filled groans out of Dabi one right after the other.

  It felt good, better than any chick or man he’d been with before. But watching his puppy watch him, he realized maybe it was the fact that it was his puppy that made it so different. So good.

  Dabi kissed the kid again, nibbling at his tongue and lips until the boy was whining and scratching at Dabi’s back. The pain felt good. 

  Eventually, it got too much.

  “You still want to get fucked, kid?” He growled low into the kid’s ear again, grinding slowly, “Want me to pound you til I make you scream in pleasure. Fill you up with my come?”

   His murmured words sent the kid spiraling.

  Legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him flush against the kid’s pelvis, which began grinding up.

  “Yes! Yes yes Yes! Please Dabi,” Puppy begged, hands going down to edge Dabi’s pants and boxers, beginning to tug at them. “I need your dick, pleeeease. I’ll be a good boy, I promise. I wanna scream, I wanna come on your cock. Fuck, Dabi, please-“

  Dabi shut the kid up with a bruising kiss. The way the brat melted into it, he didn’t even notice Dabi’s hands sliding down to Puppy’s boxers. He didn’t seem to care when Dabi unwrapped his legs and nearly bent him in half to pull them off. He did notice when Dabi wrapped his hand around Puppy’s cock.

  The kid broke the kiss with a choked up moan, and Dabi was enraptured as he saw his puppy’s eyes roll back and bared his throat. It drove something primal in villain to lean down and bite his puppy’s jugular. He gave his dick a stroke, just to get a feel of it.

  It was hard and heavy in his hand. Nothing overly impressive, but by no means little. Puppy’s cock was thick, his hand only just wrapped around it all.

  Dabi couldn’t wait to choke on it.

  He didn’t want the teen to finish too early, so he took his hands off it—drawing a pitiful keen out of Puppy.

  “Don’t worry, baby, I’m not done. Just gotta-“ Dabi pushed himself off the brat enough to kick off his pants and shorts before settling his knees in between Puppy’s thighs- “get these off.”

    His puppy seemed not notice the words though, staring down. Dabi followed his line of site with curiosity before chuckling.

  “Oh? Like what you see?” Dabi teased, silently laughing at how Puppy’s eyes went up from Dabi’s cock to his eyes. He leaned down and rubbed his puppy’s sides comfortingly and kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry. I’ve learned how to make that ladder bring out the best pleasure in my lovers.” At his puppy’s little frowns, Dabi added, “don’t worry, cutie, you’re the only one for me for the rest of my life.”

  Dabi leaned over an opened up a drawer on the nightstand. He hadn’t opened it in a while, but the lube was still good. Puppy’s eyes nearly bugged out when he saw what was in his hands, but he didn’t say anything.

  “You a virgin, kid?”

  The blush on his puppy’s cheeks was a pretty good indication, but the puppy threw a curveball. “Sometimes, when you were gone, I would.. I’d.. use my fingers t-to, you know…” the kid kept getting redder and redder.

  So adorable.

  Dabi grinned. “You fucked yourself with your fingers baby?” He liked the way Puppy squeaked and covered his face in embarrassment.

  Dabi could see it. His puppy, right here on the bed, grinding down on his hand and wishing it was Dabi’s. Maybe he’d be looking at a text Dabi sent, or holding one of his shirts.

  It made Dabi harder.

  Dabi squirted the lube into his hands and rubbed them together, trying to warm it up. He didn’t want to hurt his Puppy, after all.

  “It might feel weird,” he warned, using one hand to lift Puppy’s hips so he could have better access, “tell me if it hurts too much, or I’m going too quick.”

At his Puppy’s consenting nod, Dabi slipped a finger into his boyfriend.

  Puppy arched his spine when he did, mouth dropping open and eyes wide. It was riveting to watch how his puppy seemed to choke on his own breaths when he began moving.

  Fuck, it was so tight and warm. It felt like the kid was trying to suck his finger in deeper. His dick felt so heavy between his legs. It would be hard to keep things slow.

  Especially when his puppy was being an impatient little brat. Puppy whined high and loud beneath him, trying to buck his hips up. “More! More more more! I can take more, please go faster. Please? Fuck, it feels so good. I want moreee!”

  Well, Dabi was never one to deny his puppy anything.

  The second finger slipped in just fine. Puppy began wriggling a lot, pushing himself up onto his elbows and beginning to grind down onto Dabi’s fingers.

  It was sexy as fuck to watch his little boyfriend fuck himself without Dabi needing to even move his hand. His little cock was bouncing up and down with each thrust, leaving little drops of precome on his stomach. The kid made no attempt to touch his dick, moans spilling from his mouth from just Dabi’s hand. No longer needing to move his wrist, Dabi began scissoring his fingers, earning gasp from Puppy.

  Adding a third finger proved to be a tight fit, but Puppy’s moans just began to get louder.

   Dabi had enough. He grabbed his hips and stilled his boyfriend’s movement, beginning to piston his fingers in and out of his tight little hole. “You’re enjoying yourself quite a lot, aren’t you, puppy? Trying to do all the work yourself, not even giving me the chance to find out your weak spots for myself.”

  He began moving his fingers around, trying to find that special spot. The movement made the brat crazy.

  “Sorry, sorry. Sorry! Fuck, shit, fuckfuckfuck, so good! Fuck!” He went tight as a bowstring and his breath hitched. “Right there! Rub right-right there! Fuck!”

  Dabi smirked.

  Found it.

  He was merciless in rubbing against the kid’s prostate. The brat began babbling almost incoherently, trying and failing to move against his fingers.

  He kept on stretching Puppy out for a few more minutes, watching the kid fall further and further apart before he couldn’t take it anymore. Puppy whined when Dabi removed his fingers, but Dabi shushed him.

  Pouring a generous amount of lube on his achingly hard cock, Dabi pumped himself a few times to spread it out and warm it out again.

  Puppy watched on with lust filled eyes, silently begging for the villain to hurry it up.

  When he was satisfied with the lube, Dabi positioned himself right outside Puppy’s hole. He looked into his boyfriends eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation or fear. It would be painful as fuck, but he could easily deal with blue balls if his love didn’t want this.

  But there wasn’t any of that in his puppy’s eyes.

  Only love, and trust.

  He took a painfully long time to sheath himself into the boy. His arms had come to wrap around his Puppy’s shoulders, controlling how quickly he went in. It felt even tighter on his dick than his fingers, and almost as hot as his flames. Dabi had tried looking at the kid’s face, but just the sight of it combined with the tight heat nearly made him come right then. Instead, he buried his head into his neck, mouthing at some of the marks he had left earlier.

  When he was fully buried, his body relaxed. Fuck the kids comfort and need to take it slow- if Dabi even tried to move, he would come. And he wasn’t going to let his baby’s first impression of his sex be a 12 second cum and go.

  “Doing okay?” He whispered, voice scratchy. He felt a nod against his ear and hair.

  And then, fucking legs wrapped around his torso and heels Dug into his back and pushed him forward.

  “Baby, what-“ Dabi tried pulling back, but the legs around his waist prevented him from doing so. He looked at Puppy’s face.

  The kid was completely flushed again, and he was giving Dabi the biggest puppy eyes he had ever seen. He was breathing hard and heavy and biting his bottom lip.

  Dabi was fucked.

  “I can take it,” the kid began moving his hips to the best of his ability, insides catching on each piercing of his Jacob’s ladder and creating amazing drag. “I’ll go crazy if you don’t move soon, Dabi. I need to feel your cock plowing into me. Break my mind. Please, please? I’ll be a good boy, I promise, give me more. Go as fast as you want. I can take it, I can-“

  Dabi pulled out and slammed his cock back in.

  He did it again and again. Fine, if his puppy said he could take it, then Dabi was gonna give it to him.

  He grabbed a hold of Puppy’s hip and drove the boy to meet his thrusts, creating a wet slap noise  as he stuffed his dick into that nice, tight hole. Puppy’s eyes rolled back and he grabbed onto Dabi’s shoulder like a lifeline, only fueling the villain to go faster.

  “Won’t even be able to walk after I’m done fucking you,” Dabi growled, grabbing his leg and throwing it over his shoulder to better ram into his boyfriend’s ass. “I’ll completely rearrange your insides. You want fast? You want rough?” He accentuated each word with a thrust. “Want. Me. To. Break. Your. Mind?”

  He leaned down, completely feral. “Then moan for me, little puppy. Scream my fucking name as I rail you.”

  His thrusts were sloppy and rough, driving Puppy up higher and higher if it weren’t for the hand on his leg and hip. Dabi pounded into the kid, reveling in the slap slap slap of his balls hitting his bare ass. Fuck, it felt so good, so tight.

  Dabi changed the angle of his thrusts just a little, and the kid really did scream as he hit his prostate.

  “Fuck, you look so good like this,” Dabi growled, hitting his puppy’s special spot with every drive. “Completely mine, falling apart because of me. The good kind of falling apart. So vocal-I love it. Love you. Say it. Say you love me back. Say you want me to fuck you until you come without even touching your cute dick, until your back aches. Say it.”

  Puppy moaned his name in a sinfully good way.

  “Yes!” He cried out, staring at Dabi with teary eyes.

  “Yes what?”

   It was a little hard for the kid to talk, what with being railed so hard anyone else would have a broken back, but the little he could say drove Dabi wild.

  “Fuck me, fuck me so- ah! -so hard I can’t walk. Love you. I love you so-so much. Ah! Fuck, fuck so goood- loved you, fuck, loved you ever since you found me! Hng-want to be owned by you, be your pu-Uh-py forever. Wanted to feel your cock for so long. So good. Fuck! Huh, ung, fuck!- Dabi, Dabi, love you, love your cock, fuck, fuck fuck-“

  Dabi’s thrusts were getting sloppier, harder. Fuck he was getting so close.

  His hand went from Puppy’s leg and snapped to the back of the kid’s hair, pounding so hard the kid was moving up and down. He fisted the green locks and forced the brat to look into his face.

  “ Mine. You hear that? My puppy. My baby boy. Mine, forever and ever. Mine to tease, mine to kiss, to love. Mine to fuck.”

  The brat nodded into the grip. “Yes, yes, Dabi’s puppy. I want to be yours forever.” His bottom lip was trembling. “Please,” he whined, “please, I’m so close, I’m so close.”

  Dabi grabbed Puppy’s shoulders and began to forcefully pull the kid down into his thrusts.

  “You wanna come, Puppy? Then do it. Come.”

  That was all his puppy needed.

  It was like a piece of art, the way his puppy was when orgasming. His jaw went slack and his mouth opened wide to give the loudest cry he’d ever heard. Nails dug so deep into Dabi’s back they drew blood.  His back arched up as big spurts of come shot out and painted his chest and stomach in jizz.

  The sight of his puppy falling apart made Dabi move quicker to seek his own release.

  The kid’s hands spammed with each thrust into a quickly oversensitive body. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck so close. He became uncoordinated, just staring at the come covering his baby boy. There was a drop of come on the boys face fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-

  “FUCK!”

  Dabi squeezed his puppy tighter as he emptied his load into his boyfriend’s warm, tight, ass. It was like all of his energy was leaving with it. He managed one, two more weak thrusts before he was too tired to even keep up Puppy’s leg.

   “Fuck…” he whispered, barely having the energy to pull out.

  Puppy whined quietly at the loss of his flaccid cock, but Dabi gently shushed the boy, spooning him.

Xxx end smut xxx

  He just did that.

  … nice.

  “You good, kid?” Dabi muttered, tucking the greenette into his chest. He saw a nod.

  “I’m okay… bit sleepy.. izzat normal?”

  The tired but most of all contented tone of his boy’s voice made Dabi chuckle. That’s right. The kid was a virgin, and he had gone a little hard. He’d be hurting later, but Dabi would take care of that. The entire night of night sleeping was quickly catching up to him, and all Dabi wanted to do was hold his puppy close and doze.

  Dabi rested his face against the soft green locks. “Just rest, Puppy. After sex cuddles are the best kind of cuddles.”

  “Okay…. Dabi?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Can I stay yours… forever?”

  Dabi wrapped his arms around the kid, eyes closed and nuzzling his soft hair.

  “You already are.”

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Guys…

Guys. I have to admit something,

I’ve….

You aren’t going to believe this….

I’ve.

  Ive never. Actually,

  Seen.

My hero academia.

Or read the manga.

I’ve just been writing this from fanfics, a certain YouTuber’s audios, and the occasional look up on wikis.

  Somebody asked me if Kai makes bullets out of synthesized blood or Eri’s and I just went ‘Wait. What. He. He makes the ‘quirk nullifying bullets’ I OCCASIONALLY hear about.. from Eri’s blood? Wtf????’

  So, I think, if I want this stuff to stay as good as it is and NOT be crappy, I have to watch at least up to most of the Overhaul… arc… thingy… which I have calculated and reasonably that will take me 4.5 days… 

  *runs away from the mob of disbelieving readers*

EDIT

Okay, I’ve decided that this is going to be set before entering U.A., so I’m changing Paper Confessions only a little bit so that Izuku got accepted into the academy and would have entered the hero course except the school found out he was quirkless and banned him from even having an offered position in a hero course class

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Time meant nothing with his puppy in his arms.

Dabi meant it. He didn’t give an actual fuck what time it was. Who knew whether it was only an hour after he had nodded off, or an entire day had passed as he and his boyfriend slept soundly. With a grunt, he pushed himself up onto an arm, staring down at the boy next to him.

  Puppy’s breaths were slow and deep, unlike the shallow and fast pace ones he had had the night before. Good. That meant his puppy was actually resting and recuperating from the attack-and, now that he was no longer in a horny-crazed state, the damage Dabi had personally done.

  Bites, scratches, and hickeys covered the boy, from head to toe. Mostly his neck and chest. That bite mark was bruising up real pretty-the kid really would have to wear a scarf if he planned to go out sometime.

  That would probably not be for a while though, given the most recent outing for Puppy.

  Dabi was snapped out of his thinking by lidded green eyes staring at him.

  “Awake, huh?”

  Puppy gave a small hum and nod, and one of his hands reached out to caress the scars above Dabi’s chest.

  His puppy’s actions made him smile. He grabbed the hand on his chest and pulled until the kid was laying on his chest. After an initial yelp, Puppy relaxed and rested his chin on Dabi’s collarbone.

  “You feeling okay, love? I went a little hard on you.”

  His boyfriend used a hand to feel around his back. Dabi could see the wince when the kid touched his lower spine, so he took it as an indication the kid wasn’t feeling the best.

  “Back’s achy?” His puppy nodded. “If you try sitting you’ll be in pain too. I’ll get you some painkillers and we can take a warm bath together, okay?”

  Puppy hummed his agreement.

  Chuckling, Dabi picked up his puppy and carried him off to their bathroom.

  And now, he could hold him by his ass. Sweet.

  It was real nice, bathing with his puppy without swim trunks. He had gotten some out out of habit, but Puppy had surprised him by just getting into the bath. Dabi happily followed his lead, pulling the kid into his lap to begin soaping him up.

  “Damn, we totally forgot to put your clothes in the laundry last night, huh?” Dabi said, looking at the bloody clothes on the floor. “Although, is it even salvageable? I think we should just throw them away, right?”

  Puppy nodded for a second before frowning. Dabi paused his scrubbing.

  “What? You actually want to save them? You may be a cutie, but there’s no getting rid of all that blood.”

  The brat nodded again but was biting his lip.

God dammit.

  Dabi sighed. “Fine, if you want to clean them up, you can. But don’t do it just because you don’t want to waste money or something-I’ve told you, money isn’t a problem for me.”

  This was one of those rare few times the kid actually showed a bit of backbone, raising his eyebrow up at the villain. It was clear the punk was questioning where exactly the money was coming from.

  “Don’t worry about it. You think villain pay gets me this apartment and my bike? A few good bribes and I have access to a trust my old man had for me with no one being the wiser. Only thing he was good for was his money, so why don’t I use it?”

  Puppy scrutinized him for a moment before shrugging. The kid was good like that; he never pushed Dabi for questions. He was pretty sure the kid had already figured out who his dad was, had probably filed it away somewhere in his notebooks, but still, no questions about it.

  It made Dabi love the brat more.

  When they got out of the bath, Puppy was still a bit wobbly but feeling better. Apparently they had slept until four in the evening, and both were famished.

  “Listen, kid, I know I’m not as good a cook as you, so you’ll have to forgive the instant ramen, and we only had one cup left, so you okay if we share?”

  Puppy nodded, and without even asking, gingerly crawled into Dabi’s lap on the couch, taking the offered chopsticks and digging in.

  If it were anyone else even touching him without asking, Dabi would have burnt them to ash. But with Puppy, it showed the kid wasn’t afraid of doing something wrong anymore. He felt safe, protected, and loved.

  It showed progress.

  He couldn’t stop the small smile one his face as he silently ate with his boyfriend, using his own pair of chopsticks to eat while checking his phone.

  Three missed calls from Twice, only a few minutes after his last call. Then another from Toga. God, they were so annoying.

  “Hmm?”

  Dabi looked down. Puppy was staring up at him, face full of food and with the most innocent and cute eyes ever. Shit, did he say that out loud? He gave his puppy a hug, holding his phone up for the brat to see.

    “Coworkers. Two-face is a nickname for this guy we call Twice, and Bloodsucker is for this girl Toga… she’s probably only a bit older than you, actually.”

  Puppy nodded along, so Dabi further elaborated. “Punks probably just were trying to call and whine about how I’m not at work.” He saw his boyfriend’s eyes widen in shock and rushed before the kid’s thoughts could turn dark.

  “I wasn’t gonna leave my puppy alone after he’d been hurt, kid. I’m not gonna budge on that, and don’t feel bad about it.” He pushed Puppy’s curly hair behind his ear, adding added with a smile, “plus, I’d gladly skip heading to that dingy bar everyday if it meant I could fuck my little puppy’s brains out.”

  The kid went beet red and quickly turned back around, stuffing his face with more noodles. Dabi chuckled at his antics and gave him a squeeze before continuing to check his phone.

  Okay, two calls from Twice, one from Toga…. Oh, there was a voicemail from Magne, a few hours after everyone else’s. Curious, Dabi pressed the phone to his ear and listened.

  “ Hey Dabi, you really messed up this time! You totally lost the chance for picking the easy missions, and now you’re stuck with meeting a new potential ally on an overnight trip in a few days! Sucks for you~”

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“Hey Dabi, you really messed up this time! You totally lost the chance for picking the easy missions, and now you’re stuck with meeting a new potential ally on an overnight trip in a few days! Sucks for you~”

  Fuck.

  Fuck!

  He had to go on an overnight mission now.

  Dabi had been lucky, the past few months, mission wise. Ever since the night he left Puppy alone, he hadn’t had any missions that required an overnight trip. And Dabi, being a moron, hadn’t even fucking thought that this would happen!

   He would have to leave Puppy alone again.

   But that wasn’t an option. Like HELL was he leaving his puppy alone like that to get hurt again! Dabi wracked his brain, trying to find a solution.

  There was a little noise under his head, and Dabi remembered who he was with.

  Fuck, he couldn’t tell Puppy right now. The kid was just attacked, had been through a trauma, and here was Dabi, about to break his promise and abandon the kid again! If he told the brat right right now, he’d spiral into a panic attack or become despondent. He had to come up with a plan first, and then tell his puppy.

  Okay, real unlikely he could pass off the mission. He had done that a few times already. The only person he could think of trading missions with was Twice, but then the dude would just ask a ton of questions about why. Especially since he overheard Puppy waking up earlier. Bastard would ask too many questions.

  Next was just taking his Puppy with him to whatever mission it was. Rent a room for the night or something.

  But it was a villain mission. Just because it was what, a potential new ally?-it didn’t mean it wasn’t going to be dangerous. It would be. And he could still be gone for the entire time he was there, leaving Puppy alone in a strange room, terrified for Dabi.

  Fuck, he couldn’t bring the kid with him either.

  Well if he couldn’t leave the kid alone in the apartment, and he couldn’t leave the kid alone in a hotel room, what could he fucking do!?

   Dabi was shocked out of his frustrations by cool hands on his neck.

  Startled, Dabi realized his lap was empty of a certain green haired teenager and looked up into the oh so beautiful eyes of his boyfriend. He had his head cocked to the side like a young kitten staring at something, but there was an adorable smile on his face.

  Looking into those eyes made Dabi relax a bit.

  “What are you doing on your feet, baby?”

  Puppy shrugged and grabbed his pen and paper on the table, jotting his response down.

  ‘ Put away the food. Is everything okay?’

  Dabi sighed. What a good boy. “I just got told some annoying news, and I’m trying to figure it out.”

  The kid smiled and gently rubbed at the scars on Dabi’s neck. Fuck, that felt nice… Dabi tilted his head up more, letting the brat begin massaging the burns with both hands.

    Scar rubs had become something Dabi craved everyday, once Puppy came into his life. The burn scars had tightened up his skin and muscles underneath them, and Puppy’s little fingers always soothed and softened them up again after he used his quirk. Dabi could lay there for hours and let his boyfriend become his own personal masseuse, rubbing away the aches and pains.

  Fuck… maybe he could just leave the kid with someone? He’d have to talk with Puppy about it, but there was the whole problem of who. The brat didn’t have any friends-that Dabi knew about-to stay with, and the only people Dabi actually knew pretty well was the league members.

  Shit, was that the answer?

  “Hey… Puppy, you know I love you, right? I’d never let anything happen to you?”

  The hands on his scars paused before leaving completely.

  Dabi opened his eyes to find the kid was out of his sight. What the? He turned around, trying to see where his boyfriend was.

  He didn’t have to look far. The kid was by the table, writing a mile a minute. What the fuck? His brows were furrowed in concentration, but he was silently muttering something, like he did when he was analyzing some hero or tv show. Seriously, what the fuck? Dabi got up and off the couch, wandering closer to see what his Puppy was doing.

  The brat dropped his pen and spun around with the notepad. He was momentarily shocked at how close Dabi had gotten, but recovered quickly, pressing the paper into Dabi’s hands. Still confused, Dabi read it.

  ‘ Something happened. Are you leaving? You said you were told annoying news, and then you went and said you’d never let anything happen to me. You had said the same thing to me when you left me alone two months ago, and then you promised that afterward. So if you’re saying that again, and seem so lost in thought, it makes sense you have to leave again. Leave me. I love you so much, is it my fault you have to leave again? Or did I mess up or something?’

  Goddammit, the kid was too smart for his own good.

  Dabi pinched the bridge of his nose, handing the notepad back to the kid. “Yes, I have to leave for an overnight mission. I don’t know when. No, you did not ‘mess up’ or any bullshit like that. You’re perfect babe, you hear?”

  There was the sound of pen scribbling across paper.

  ‘ But you have to leave again?’

  He sighed, getting a good look at Puppy’s face. He was biting his lip, and nervous. His hands were wrapped around his elbows and picking at the skin there.

  Pulling the kid into a tight embrace, Dabi muttered into the kid’s ears. “I don’t like it either, but I do. I’m not going to leave you alone like that again, though, do you hear me? I won’t.”

  Puppy pulled back, staring up at Dabi. “H-how?”

  The villain sighed, defeated.

  “I… I’m taking you to my job with me tomorrow.”

  The kid’s jaw dropped in shock.

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“Remember, we’re just doing this to see if we can trust them around you. The minute you don’t feel safe, just come and get me, okay?”

  Puppy nodded, cuddling further into the hideous jacket.

  The brat had cleaned off the blood on it the day before, after Dabi had told him his plans. Why was it the kid was willing to toss all his other clothes but then go to the effort of cleaning the most horrible one? And then go even further to wear it? It was already two sizes too big for Puppy, practically hiding him away in the purple fur!

  The kid was clearly brain damaged.

  Dabi took a deep breath. Okay, they were just here to see if Puppy would be okay to be watched over by Kurogiri. No one would try and hurt his little boyfriend-and if they did, they would die.

  Dabi opened the door to the bar, keeping a hand on Puppy’s shoulder.

  As usual, the place was a cacophony of noise and annoying idiots. The bar wasn’t open this early, so it was just filled with the villains. Toga was by the bar counter fangirling to Spinner about some foreign celebrity, while the lizard was trying and failing to ignore the girl. Compress was talking very animatedly to Twice about something related to masks, with the latter clearly trying to back out of the conversation and failing. Magne was having a drink at the bar and Kurogiri was, as he often saw the smoke-man, washing a glass.

  Twice, desperate to escape Compress, spotted the pair first. “Dabi! Hate to see ya!” He slid himself away from the other villain to approach Dabi, quickly looking down at his boyfriend. “Who’s that!?”

  Now everyone was looking at them.

  Fuck.

  Toga hopped off her barstool and wandered closer to Puppy, smiling. “Is that a new recruit, Dabi? He’s sooooo cute! Aww, I could just pinch his cheeks-“

  “Touch him and you’ll be cremated, vampire,” Dabi snapped, shoving Puppy behind him protectively. Toga was way too dangerous to be around his puppy.

  The girl frowned. “That wasn’t very nice! I just wanted a look! ‘Giriiii!” She whined, “tell Dabi how mean he’s being!”

  Kurogiri didn’t respond to her. “Dabi, who did you bring with you? Is it a recruit?”

  Huffing, Dabi stepped forward to the bar, glad to feel Puppy’s hand on his coat sleeve as he did. When he was close enough, he leaned over the counter and dropped his voice.

  “He’s not a recruit, but I need someone to watch out for him while I’m gone on that overnight mission. I figured you’re a good enough babysitter for that man-child I have to call a boss; you’d be good enough to watch over another person for a night.”

  The bartender regarded Dabi for a moment before looking at Puppy. “What is your name, child?” He asked in a unexpectedly soft voice.

  Puppy, of course, didn’t respond. He just flinched and huddled closer to Dabi, burying his nose in that horrible purple fur.

  “He doesn’t talk much,” Dabi answered for his boyfriend, slyly wrapping an arm around the kid. Anything to make his puppy feel better. “Look, can you or can’t you watch him? He won’t bother anyone, and I’m willing to pay for your services.”

  God, couldn’t they hurry it up? Dabi did not like everyone seeing him and his puppy like this. Dabi was a private man and the only thing these asshats needed to worry about was him doing his job and decimating Endeavor! No one needed to be looking at or getting ideas about his puppy!

  If Kurogiri could frown, he probably would have. “I’m sorry, but until I know more about your associate, I will not help you.”

  Dabi repressed a growl. Why!? Why was this so difficult!? Puppy whimpered beside him and wrapped his arm’s around Dabi’s torso.

  Probably scared of being alone, the poor thing.

  “Wait! I know that sound! That’s Dabi’s girlfriend!” Twice shouted from somewhere behind him.

  What?

  Dabi almost felt his soul leave his body.

  It had become so quiet he could hear the flickering of Kurogiri’s form.

  Robotically, Dabi turned his head to Twice, who was standing a bit aways and in a triumphant stance, finger confidently pointed at Dabi and Puppy. Looking down, he saw  Puppy was also staring at the other villain with a gobsmacked expression.

   There was… so many things wrong with that statement.

  Just.. so many things.

   But first off…

  “Twiiiice, that’s clearly a boy!” Toga giggled, breaking the stunned silence. “Why would you think it’s a girlfriend???”

  He could see Twice’s brows wrinkle from where he was, and the masked man turned to Toga. “I heard that same whiny noise when I talked to Dabi yesterday! No I didn’t! I did! I did! I didn’t know Dabi liked dick instead of pussy!”

  “I like both, dumbass,” Dabi snapped, pulling Puppy closer to him. “And what the kid and I are isn’t your business!”

  Magne decided to butt in, the asshole. “Oh? You seem mighty close to somebody who isn’t your boyfriend, Dabi,” she teased, “or is this a little brother of yours?”

  “Fuck no! And fuck off, all of you!” Dabi turned back to Kurogiri, ready to just leave this madness for the day. “Look, will you or will you not help me, Kurogiri!?”

  But then Kurogiri, usually the most level headed and non-prying, betrayed him. “Yes, as long as you tell us if this boy next to you is someone worth watching over and protecting.”

  “He is to me!”

   Kurogiri stared for a moment, and Dabi only realized it had gone quiet when he felt a squeeze around his body.

  Puppy was looking up at him adoringly, like Dabi was his most favorite person in the entire world. He gently rubbed his cheek up and down Dabi’s jacket, smiling so cutely. Dabi could fucking feel the love emanating from the brat. Fuck, his puppy was being so adorable.

  Helpless to resist, Dabi ran a hand through his boyfriend’s hair until it rested on his cheek, rubbing just under his beautiful green eyes. God he loved this kid.

  “…. I see. Very well, he will be safe with me while you are away. No harm will come to him.”

  What? Dabi looked up in surprise. Kurogiri was staring at them, but he had definitely said that. Why the sudden change in choice? Didn’t matter-the fucker said he would watch over Puppy.

  “Good. He’s staying with me in the bar today, got it?” Kurogiri nodded his consent. Satisfied, Dabi walked Puppy to a back booth and let the kid take the wall seat before clambering after him.

  Dabi decided to ignore the annoyances that were trying to get a better look at his puppy, leaning over to block their view. “You okay, kid? Not too scared?” He asked quietly.

  Puppy gave a shaky nod and pulled out his notepad. Was that kid just fucking hiding that in his jacket!?

  ‘ So.. are these all… villains? Like you?’

  Of course the brat would focus on that. He couldn’t blame him. These were killers, and he did just agree to keep the kid here with the villains. Dabi nodded into Puppy’s hair, tucking the kid into his side. “Don’t worry. Kurogiri isn’t going to let any of these shitheads lay a finger on you.”

  ‘ But I’m going to be around here while you’re gone. Shouldn’t I know who some of them are?’

  Ugh… why does his puppy have to make sense?

  He was right. Kurogiri would be busy once the bar opened up, so he couldn’t keep his eyes on Puppy the entire time. It would be a good idea for somebody else to keep their eyes on his boyfriend. But who? Dabi surveyed the bar.

  He first settled on Toga, who was whispering conspiratorially to Twice and looking his way. Nope. Neither of them were sane or safe enough to actually be protective and not push the kid. His eyes slid to Mr. Compress, who was playing with what Dabi slightly hoped were regular marbles. Mhm, a possibility, but not one he’d favor. Compress was very loud and flamboyant, and he might try and make Puppy talk or get into his face.

  Magne though… as much of an annoyance she was, she could be good enough..

  Dabi looked back at his puppy. “Hey, what about-“

  Shit.

  Shitshithshitshitshit.

  The kid was shaking in his seat, hands curled protectively around his head. What set the brat off? Fuck, fuck! Dabi noticed that the paper in front of the scared boy was filled with handwriting, and quickly read through it.

  ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. I trust your decision.

   Dabi? Dabi, I poked you, and you didn’t respond. You didn’t even hear me when I whined. Dabi? Dabi, you’re scaring me a bit.

  I love you, I don’t need to meet anyone. I’m sorry, please don’t be mad and ignore me. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to disagree with you. Please don’t be mad. Please don’t be mad. Pl e ase don’t be mad. Dabi. Dabi I’m sorry just don’t ignore me it hurts. I was bad, I’m sorry. I’m sor ry. Pleasedon’tbemadimsorryimsorryiwasbadbadba’

  The hand writing had gotten shaky as the note progressed, eventually turning into gibberish.

  “Shit!”

   Dabi immediately leaned over and pulled Puppy into his lap. The kid flinched pretty bad as he wrapped his arms around the smaller boy and buried his face into Puppy’s neck-close as he could beyond that purple fur.

  “Puppy, it’s okay. I wasn’t ignoring you on purpose,” he quickly murmured into the boy’s ear, trying to calm him down and snap the kid out of the panic attack. “I’m not going to hurt you. You did nothing wrong, baby. Nothing. I’m sorry, I should have paid attention to you.”

  Dabi slipped his hand underneath the jacket and Puppy’s shirt to put it on his bare back, shocking the kid out of it. One hand snapped up to squeeze Dabi’s shoulder almost painfully, and he heard Puppy whimpering quietly.

  He tried to comfort his little boyfriend more. “You’re okay and safe, Puppy. I’m sorry, it’s my fault I ignored you. You did nothing wrong. You aren’t bad, you’re my good little boy. You hear that, kid? My good, little, puppy. Can I touch your face, kid? I just want to look into those eyes.”

  He felt a jerk against his shirt, and decided that was good enough.

  Puppy was crying and still looked scared to death. Fuck, he hated when this happened. When he made the wrong move and it triggered his puppy into a panic attack, thinking he deserved a punishment, or was about to receive one. Dabi hated it so much.

  “Look at me, Puppy, look into my eyes,” Dabi ordered, wishing he could just wipe away his baby’s fears and pain. Green eyes met his blue ones, which was a small comfort. He continued. “You deserve the entire world, not pain, or punishment. You pointed out a good idea, and I was deciding who I could trust to protect you. Because I want to protect you. You hear that? My good puppy boy, with his adorable freckles and adorable hair. My puppy.”

  There were still tears at the corner of his puppy’s eyes, but now there was a nice red blush across his cheek at Dabi’s praises. Good. It seemed the best way to snap his puppy out of it was to praise him. Dabi held Puppy’s chin.

  “I wanna see you say it yourself. You can just mouth it if you don’t want to speak, but I still want to see it. So say it. Say you’re my puppy, and you did nothing bad.” The blush got deeper, and his baby’s eyes skittered away from his. “Puppy, please say it?”

  “I..” Ooh, this was a surprise. Puppy looked to the side before focusing on Dabi’s face again. “I’m… I’m y-your p-pup-py…”

  “And?”

  “A-and I d-did nothing ba-ad…”

  Dabi smiled. “Good boy,” he purred, pressing a kiss to his boyfriends head. When he lifted his lips, he felt a kiss against his neck.

  Fuck, that felt nice…everything his puppy did to him felt nice. Dabi craned his head back to let Puppy continue the kiss. Which he did. Dabi’s hands settled down to squeeze Puppy’s ass, earning a small squeak from the boy who leaned back. Dabi just grinned.

  “Sorry, baby. Couldn’t help myself. You were being so cute. I’ll be sure to give you plenty of love when we get back home, baby, okay?”

  Puppy nodded eagerly, panic attack forgotten in the wake of the kisses and promise of pleasure. Oh, the things he planned to do…

  But first, Magne.

  “Okay, I want to introduce you to this chick Magne. That alright, Puppy?”

   The kid nodded before pausing and biting his lip. Dabi watched as Pupoy tore off the previous page and wrote something new down. Blushing he handed it to Dabi.

  ‘ What are you going to call me? Are you going to tell everyone to call me Puppy too?’

Huh. That’s a good point. The thought of anyone else calling his boyfriend Puppy made Dabi wrinkle his nose. Puppy may have started off as a new name for the brat, but it morphed into something new. Something personal. A little secret pet-hah-name between the two of them. It was something he called his boyfriend between kisses, or welcoming him home.

  He didn’t want other people calling his puppy by Dabi’s name for him.

  “Nah,” he nosed the kid’s cheek, “I like you being only my puppy. You got any ideas on what they should call you?”

   ‘Uh… maybe…. Maybe they could call me…’

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  ‘….Sprout?’

  Wow…. That was the best the kid could come up with? Seriously?

  Ah, fuck it. Dabi called a fourteen year old boy Puppy. It was fine.

  “Sprout it is, although these idiots might just call you something completely different. Let me get Magne now. Yo! Magne!”

  He saw her look up from her conversation with Kurogiri, a smirk on her face. Bitch. He jerked his head for her to come over, watching the villainess slide off her bar stool and begin walking.

  Dabi got distracted by squirming in his lap. Puppy was trying to get off him, probably embarrassed or something. Fuck that. “You’re staying right here in my arms, babe. I need to show who you belong too.” Dabi paused for a moment, considering the fact that maybe the kid didn’t want to be forced into something he didn’t want to do. “If you’re okay with it, kid. You can move off if you want.”

  But his puppy quickly shook his head, snuggling closer. Huh, guess the kid just didn’t want to embarrass Dabi, the cutie.

  Both men watched as Magne approached the booth.

  Dabi always gave Magne credit-she kicked body dysphoria’s ass. She really didn’t give a damn about the stubble or extremely muscular and masculine body. She didn’t even dress girly or whatever. But she was super confident in herself and her gender.

  He once asked why Magne hadn’t done any of that shit, tried to hide up the masculine traits, and she had turned it around and asked him why he didn’t hide his scars. It was a low blow, but the shared hatred of their physical traits that they refused to hide away made the two become… close, he guessed. Certainly not friends, but it was a good camaraderie.

  “Why hello there, Dabi!” Magne exclaimed, stopping in front of the table. “That was quite the statement you made back there! And don’t think we didn’t notice you kissing up that little cutie in your lap!”

  Dabi grunted. He already hated this. “Make a big deal of it and I’ll fry ya.”

  Magne just grinned, and leaned down to get eye level with Puppy. “So, what’s your name, little guy?”

   His boyfriend jumped and hid his face into his coat and Dabi’s chest. So cute.

  The chick frowned and looked up at Dabi questioningly.

  Rubbing a hand down Puppy’s back, Dabi answered. “He Uh… he isn’t that much of a talker. He can, he just doesn’t like to-if you have to ask him something, he usually has a pen and paper close by,” he nodded to the items on the table.

   Magne nodded, smiling again. “No problem! So, what’s his name?”

  “Sprout.”

  That made her pause. She gave Dabi a look under her sunglasses.

  “… sprout?” There was a note of disbelief in her voice. “Now, now, Dabi, just because you don’t like giving out your name doesn’t mean you can hide the name of your adorable boyfriend.”

  Ugh, seriously? Dabi opened his mouth to tell her to fuck off about it when Puppy moved off his chest and wrote something down. The two villains watched in silence as the smaller boy grabbed the pad and shyly held it out to Magne.

  Smiling, Magne gratefully accepted the paper, chuckling when Puppy’s hand darted back to Dabi’s chest once she did. At least the kid didn’t have his nose buried in Dabi’s pecs anymore.

  Looking down, Magne quickly scanned the note.

  ‘You can call me anything you want, I won’t be offended. I’m sorry, I get scared to speak out loud. Not because you guys are villains or anything! I-I just don’t want to upset anyone I meet. I usually annoy people when I talk. Or write, I guess. Sorry.’

  Magne reread the note.

 Looked up, stared at Puppy for a long time, and then fixed her eyes on Dabi’s.

  “Dabi, if you ever let this adorable bush of green hair go, I will never forgive you!”

  Just like that, Magne was in the other seat, gushing about how ‘cute’ and ‘polite’ Puppy was and how he was the most precious thing she had ever seen. Fucking cooing at his curly hair and freckles. Puppy slowly turned away from Dabi and faced Magne, shocked at her praises and rantings.

  Not to say Dabi wasn’t shocked as fuck too. What the fuck had his puppy written that would have created such a huge response!? Sure, he also agreed that Puppy was very precious and very cute, but he was dating the brat! It was good to know the woman saw how valuable his puppy was, though. It meant he could trust her to protect him while he was away.

  And speak of the devil, she brought it up. “Oh, I just don’t know how you can be separate from him while you’re away in three days! Does he live apart from you? You haven’t mentioned him before, you know!”

  Finally, something he could talk about! And good to know he had three days to prepare. Dabi wrapped his arms loosely around Puppy and rested his chin on the soft green curls of his boyfriend. It was impossible to love the way a small hand covered his own.

  “He has been living with me,” he responded, “but I don’t want him alone while I’m away. Kurogiri just agreed to house the kid until I get back, but-“

  “I’d be delighted to help watch over the little bean! Kurogiri gets so busy during the working hours, and this cutie would be gobbled up by the patrons here if left on his own! You can count on me, little bean! Aunti Magne will protect ya!”

  To Dabi’s surprise, Puppy smiled. At Magne.

  He’d never seen the boy smile at anyone else other than him.

  … it suited him. To smile at people.

  Magne stuck around a little bit longer to catch up-read, mostly grill Dabi about Puppy and fawn over his little boyfriend. The kid had actually had the courage to ask Magne about her Quirk, which created a short paper-verbal conversation about it. It was so cute, seeing how his puppy obsessed over Quirks. Once Magne left a half hour later the kid was writing furiously in the back of his notepad, most likely to transcribe the notes in one of his notebooks later.

  Knowing better than to interrupt the kid before he was finished writing, Dabi’s waited out the scribbling, keeping a loose hold on his puppy. Once he heard the pen finally stop moving, he murmured into the kid’s ear.

  “What do you think of her, kid? She alright?”

  Puppy turned his head and nodded eagerly, a huge smile on his face. Fuck, it was so cute. Unable to resist, Dabi pressed a kiss smack dead on that big smile, earning a small “Mhm!” From the boy.

  Unsurprisingly, his baby melted into it, and hands came up to fist his jacket and pull Dabi’s head closer. Opening his jaw up with a hand, Dabi licked into the kid’s mouth. Swallowing up the tiny moans and noises from him. If he wasn’t careful, he’d get a hard on right here.

  But his baby tasted so nice…

  “Ahem! You should behave yourself! You’re in public, Dabi!”

  Ugh. This assbag.

  Dabi groaned, smacking his head against the back of the booth. “Fuck off, Spinner.” An idea popped into his head, and he smirked, eyeing the man. “Or are you jealous that I have a cute partner and you don’t? Little tip, lizard- you’re never gonna get as good as the babe in my arms.”

  Spinner scowled. “Screw you, Dabi.” He looked down at a furiously blushing Puppy. “What about you? Don’t you have any shame, or dignity?”

   The smirk was wiped off of Dabi’s. He squeezed his puppy close to him, glaring scorch marks into the standing villain.

  “You can try and insult me all you want, but leave Puppy out of it. You wanna die?”

   NO ONE was going to hurt his Puppy’s feelings. Or shame him about following Dabi’s lead. If it weren’t for the fact he didn’t want to traumatize Puppy, he’d have burnt the lizard where he stood right then.

   Said lizard only glowered for a bit, but backed off. At least the fucker was smart enough to take Dabi’s threats seriously. But the pyro didn’t stop his glare until Spinner was on the other side of the bar, getting a drink. Finally, he looked down at his puppy again.

  “Don’t listen to him, baby, he’s no one,” he assured him, peppering the boy’s face in kisses until the brat was smiling again.

  Compress was the next one to introduce himself to Puppy, taking the nickname Sprout in stride and adding a few of his own-mostly flowery crap like Clover or Basil or Emerald. He was alright, but Dabi could tell he was a bit too overpowering for his Puppy to be comfortable. Plus he had been right-he did try to push the kid to verbally talk.  

“Dabi.”

  The pyro looked up from his quiet conversation with Puppy to see Kurogiri standing in front of him.

  “What?”

  “You need to be briefed on your mission.” He nodded to the boy in his lap. “And while you may consider your…. associate, trustworthy, I am afraid that he will not be allowed to partake in our more private planning. He must remain in the bar.”

  Dabi growled, huggin his boyfriend tighter. “Like hell I’m leaving him alone.”

  Kurogiri didn’t react to his threatening. “I will keep a close eye on him-none of the League members will harm him. You have my word.”

  Dabi glared at him for a moment before looking down at his puppy. “You think you can handle me being gone for a bit?”

  Puppy nodded quickly, sliding out of Dabi’s lap. Unable to resist, Dabi pressed a quick kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek before getting out of the booth. “I’ll be in the back getting briefed then.”

  With a few more glances to the boy, Dabi left the bar for the back entrance.

  For ten minutes, the boy was quietly writing in his notepad, beginning to silently mutter like he usually did when he was alone. For him, everything around him was fascinating. Some League members would occasionally glance at him, but they usually just ignored the forgettable presence of the teenage boy.

  There was the sound of footsteps down the stairs. Then a door being opened.

  Then, a scratchy, nasally voice, far closer to the boy than the boy had expected, rang out. It was the second time he had ever heard that voice.

  “Who’s the new NPC?”

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    “Who’s the new NPC?”

   Tomura didn’t understand. The bar didn’t open until six. It was only two. Only League members were allowed here before the bar opened! And the person in his booth was clearly new!

  “Kurogiri, who-“ Shigaraki snapped, turning back to the new player-

  The person-boy-had turned his head to face him, and Tomura could see his face and striking eyes.

  Green eyes.

  He knew those eyes.

  From a few months ago. The boy who didn’t fear his touch.

  He looked the thing up and down, taking in its appearance. It wasn’t surprising he hadn’t recognized who the kid was before. The dirt and filth had been washed away revealing pale skin that was covered in freckles. His hair wasn’t limp and dirtied, and now appeared almost… fluffy. He had gained weight too, with fuller cheeks and less bony hands. The new clothes helped too-no longer a school uniform, but some oversized jacket with purple fur that smelled decent.

  If it weren’t for those eyes, Tomura wouldn’t have recognized the kid.

  Now he was just more confused! What was a homeless NPC doing in his base?! More importantly, who allowed him in!?

  “The child was brought in by Dabi, who has been caring for him,” Kurogiri helpfully supplied, “and Dabi brought the child with him today to see if I would be able to watch over him while he went away on the overnight mission to Yokohama. Will that be an issue?”

  “So our mage went and got himself a follower, huh!? Like he’s the MC?” Shigaraki huffed. That wasn’t right! That wasn’t right at all! He should be the one with a cute little pet follower!

   He stared into those emerald eyes again. He remembered how last time the kid wasn’t afraid of dying. Well, maybe he was, now that he had a home.

   Tomura heard several cries of alarm when he put his hand-sans pinky-on the kid’s head again. So annoying! He growled, “shut up! Shut up Or I’ll disintegrate him right now!”

  That shut people up. Well, almost everyone.

  “B-boss, Dabi will get really, really mad if you hurt the kid,” he heard Magne stutter out somewhere behind him.

  “Well, he can get over it! I’m just testing to see if this… new character, is trustworthy! So be quiet!”

  Finally, Tomura could focus on the kid again!

  The child was staring. Just like he had three months ago. He-he wasn’t even hyperventilating or anything. But the kid knew what would happen if Tomura lowered his pinky. He had explained it to the brat last time. But those eyes hadn’t changed.

  Well, that wasn’t true. They were brighter, like emeralds. They weren’t as haunted. Plenty of knowledge was hidden in those green depths, and it almost-no, it did feel like the kid was staring past Father and taking in Tomura’s face. Taking him in, seeing something in the great villain that Tomura wasn’t sure he wanted anyone to see. It made him feel vulnerable.

  He didn’t like that.

  It scared Tomura.

  It scared Tenko.

  This wouldn’t do, this wouldn’t do at all! Tomura tightened his hold of soft hair, prepared to bring his pinky down. But again, just like last time, there was a look in the kid’s eyes he had never seen on any other victim.

  There wasn’t fear. The boy wasn’t scared.

  The boy wasn’t scared of dying.

  Did he want to?

  “Why?”

  He saw those fearless green eyes get smaller in confusion at Tomura’s whisper. A hand came up to scratch at his neck. Why?

  “Why aren’t you scared?” Shigaraki asked, voice so quiet he wasn’t sure if the other boy could hear him. “Everybody is scared when I touch them. Everyone. But you aren’t. Why?”

   But he saw recognition in those eyes, and watched in confusion as the boy held up a finger and turned his head-which was still in his hand-to write something down on a notepad. Then the kid held it out for him to read.

  When he read it, Tomura threw his hand off the kid, shocked beyond belief.

    Tomura saw something in the boy the other two never did.

‘ Why should I be scared of an easy way to die?’

   The boy didn’t care if he lived or not.

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  Shigaraki was shocked.

  Not just shocked, he was-he was horrified.

  No one had ever said that. No one. Who would want to die like that? Die by having your atoms literally turn to ash, but not quickly enough for your nerves not to send the message of the agony and pain disintegration was to your brain. It was why, when Tomura wasn’t being needfully cruel, he would touch his foes on their forehead.

  “Young master? Are you well?”

  His attention snapped away from the anomaly in front of him to his teleporter. Right, he wasn’t alone.

  “I’m fine, Kurogiri! Just-just decided to let the brat live!” Shigaraki ground out, angry. His hands came up to scratch at his neck. Not good not good not good! “Leave me alone! I want to get to know Dabi’s little pet better.”

  He didn’t notice the look Magne and Kurogiri shared when he slid into the seat across from the child. In fact, he didn’t notice much of anything outside of the booth.

  The boy seemed confused when Shigaraki made himself comfortable. And still, acting like he hadn’t just written he had a death wish! Matter of fact-

  “Why did you write that? Don’t you talk, or something?” Tomura snapped, unnerved by the boy in front of him. The brat’s eyes widened and he tore off the previous page of his notepad, writing something down before pushing it over to Tomura.

  ‘ Sorry! I just don’t like talking all that much. It’s scary.’

  Tomura couldn’t help it. He snorted. This kid wasn’t scared of death, but was scared of speaking? Talk about messed up priorities! But at least it was one less annoying NPC sound to hear. Tomura could work with that. He slid the paper back to the kid.

  “What’s your name, kid?”

  ‘ You can call me anything you’d like. If you don’t want to come up with a nickname or anything, you can call me Sprout.’

  Realllly? The brat was scratching the back of his head, and blushing like an embarrassed schoolgirl! It was funny. Usually Shigaraki didn’t like it when people kept things like names from him, but he would let it slide this time. After all, he hadn’t gotten to name any of his other NPCs or party members!

  Hmm, what could he call the boy? This was always a struggle for Shigaraki-he would take way too long in deciding a name for any nameable non-MC follower he would have in video games. Even with games like Harvest Moon, it would take days before he settled on a name for a new livestock. After all, they were HIS animals, so only the best for them! It was gonna be the same with the brat-he could tell.

  “Hmm, maybe I’ll call you Freckles, for all those freckles on your skin!” Shigaraki mused out loud, “no, that’s too basic. Anyone can be called that! Hmm, what about Writer! No, that’s just bad… emerald? Broccoli-hah! Broccoli! That would be a funny name!”

  The brat just gave a closed lip smile, resting his head in his arms on the table.

  Cute!

  No-not cute! Or adorable! Not adorable or cute at all! Why did Tomura’s face feel hot!? Was he-was he blushing!? Not good, not good! Tomura covered his eyes, careful of Father on his face. Why was the image of the kid looking at him and smiling so cute to him!?

  Ugh, he felt so weird. He never felt like this before! What was the kid doing to him!? Maybe it was a Quirk. Yeah, the kid’s Quirk was doing this!

  “What’s your Quirk, brat?” Shigaraki grumbled underneath his breath.

  Apparently the kid heard it though, because his head shot up and the smile on his face dropped. His face had gone even paler than before.

  Sluggishly, the kid wrote something down before slowly sliding it over to Shigaraki. It was such small handwriting Shigaraki had to lean over the paper to read it.

  ‘I don’t have a Quirk. I’m useless.’

   …

  Well that wasn’t helpful in this situation at all then!

  Still, no Quirk…

  “Don’t be so sad about it, kid. I used to wish I was Quirkless all the time. You should be happy you don’t have a destructive quirk.” Shigaraki glumly pushed the paper back and slumped into his seat, taking off Father and staring down at Him.

  He didn’t see the kid’s wide eyes at his statement, or really notice the frantic scribblings across from him.

  Sure, without his Quirk, he would never have killed Father, but his dog… sister, his mom… some nights he really did wish he had never been born without a quirk. His father wouldn’t have liked that one bit, but at least he wouldn’t have killed the family he loved.

   He was snapped out of his memories when a rectangle of white entered his vision. The kid’s notepad. Shigaraki looked up at the kid, confused, but the kid just nodded to the paper and tapped on it before pushing it closer to the villain. Guess the brat wanted to tell him something.

  The writing was atrocious, Sensei would never approve of as bad handwriting as this, but it was legible. Shigaraki began to read the lengthy note.

  ‘ I think your Quirk is amazing! You can always protect yourself! I’m weak and useless, but you’re always strong and powerful! It’s probably even stronger than All Might! I know you have to use all five fingers to Decay something, but just seeing you sitting here and not decaying anything, not even your shirt, shows you have extreme talent and awareness of your hands! You have such an awesome and powerful Quirk, and you have so much control over it! You don’t even use partial gloves to prevent the possibility of accidentally decaying something, you have so much control! That’s so cool to me! I know I would never take the gloves off because I’d always be Decaying things left and right, I’m so clumsy. But it’s clear you’re way more not clumsy than me.’

  Shigaraki blinked.

  The kid thought his Quirk, a Quirk he was known to kill people with, was cool. In fact, the brat said he was amazing.

  That was the first person besides Sensei who said his Quirk was good.

  He reread the note, especially the second part.

  ‘Don’t even use partial gloves-‘

  WHY HADN’T HE EVER THOUGHT OF THAT!?!?!?

  “KUROGIRI!” Shigaraki shouted, standing up and stomping over to his associate. “Kurogiri, the brat gave me an idea!”

   The nomu cocked his smokey head. “What, young master?”

  Excitedly, Shigaraki leaned over the bar. “The kid mentioned partial gloves to prevent all accidental usage of my Quirk. It’s genius! Why didn’t I ever think of it?” He snapped his head back to the booth and grinned. “Good job, brat! You’ll really be helping my surrounding damage hits!”

  The green haired boy nodded jerkily and gave him a thumbs up.

  “Kurogiri, find me the nearest store that sells gloves that cover a finger or two! Now! This is brilliant! Perfect for when we’re not in fight scenes!”

  Shigaraki was so excited, he didn’t notice Dabi coming in from the back. The pyro only noted the unusually energetic appearance of his boss before going over to his boyfriend.

  “You doing okay, Puppy?” Dabi cupped his hand around his baby’s face. The kid smiled and nodded in the hold, making Dabi smirk. Well, the brat wouldn’t be nearly as put together if wrinkle-face had approached him, so that was a relief. “I don’t need to be here any longer, so let’s go home, huh?”

   Puppy nodded, grabbing his notepad and standing up. Hm, it looked like there was extra writing on it. Did someone else talk to him? Nah, it was probably just notes on his co-worker’s quirks.

   Without a second thought to his boss, Dabi left the bar with his boyfriend.

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  Puppy was in an unusually good mood.

  Once they were back home, the brat had not stopped smiling as he bounced and pranced all around the apartment, cleaning up the place. Dabi just watched in amusement from his seat on the couch, not at all willing to stop the kid and completely willing to theorize.

  Maybe it was the fact he met more people today. Humans were social creatures, as much as Dabi didn’t want to admit it. Staying in the apartment and only interacting with Dabi probably wasn’t healthy for the kid. So meeting Magne and going to a new place was a huge boost in his positivity and stuff.

  It made him happy, seeing his puppy happy liked this.

  He would have to bring the kid to work more. Or out on actual dates. Sure, Dabi would have to wear a mask, but it was a small price to pay to see his puppy out in the sunlight or eating ice cream. Maybe even go camping overnight at a campground, so they could stargaze.

   The kid finally sat down next to him with a happy little hum. He had taken the jacket off and was in only his t-shirt and shorts. It was a good thing he had worn that jacket, because the hickeys and bite mark had bruised up real pretty, and would have been very noticeable without the fur lining. Dabi caressed his bite mark.

  Maybe he’d somewhere quiet and secluded when they went camping, so he could do all sorts of things to his little puppy….

  “Hey, Puppy,” Dabi said, getting his baby boy’s attention and smirking, “why don’t we have some fun?”

  Puppy cocked his head, but quickly blushed when Dabi pressed a hard and long kiss to his lips. When Dabi leaned back, he trailed a hand under Puppy’s shirt, squeaking when he tweaked a nipple before blushing harder.

  “What do ya say,” he pressed his mouth against Puppy’s ear, “babe?”

  “Y-yes!”

   Dabi grinned.

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   Dabi didn’t waste a second to get his puppy out of his clothes.

  “Fuck, you have no idea how hard it was to not fuck you right in that bar,” Dabi swore, pulling up Puppy’s shirt and throwing it to the side. “So pretty and letting me do whatever the hell I wanted to you. Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are when you’re like that?”

   His little boyfriend moaned at his praises, lifting his hips up without even being touched. “Al-always want to be your good b-boy.”

   Dabi chuckled. “So cute.”

  He kissed Puppy’s cheek before getting off the couch. The kid whined at the loss of touch, but quickly shut up when Dabi kneeled on the floor in front of him and pushed his legs apart.

   “I told you I’d give you plenty of love when we got home, and I make good on my deals, babe.” His hands crawled up Puppy’s thighs before sliding under his shorts and squeezing. His boyfriend’s breath hitched, and he didn’t look away from the villain on the ground. “What do you say, kid? Want me to blow you?”

  “Yes please! Yes yes yes!” Puppy arched himself up and scrambled to shove off his shorts, but scarred hands on his stopped him. Puppy whined again, the impatient cutie, but Dabi was having none of that.

  “We go at my pace, baby boy. And I’m the one who will be tearing your clothes off, not you,” Dabi growled, grabbing the kid’s hands and moving them onto his head. “The only things you can touch is my hair or to squeeze those cute nipples of yours. Got it?”

  Puppy whimpered, but nodded, already grabbing a fistful of black locks. “Yes Dabi. I’ll be a good boy, just-please! Please touch me!”

  Fuck, how was this kid real? Dabi began mouthing at his puppy’s Dick through his shorts. Brat was already hardening up from his ministrations, cute dick getting even easier to focus on. He was real glad his boyfriend liked nylon shorts so much, because the material was thin and Dabi could swear he could taste precome when he wrapped his mouth around the head.

  Moans and little whispered curses were spilling out of his boyfriend’s mouth like a prayer. When he pulled Puppy closer by his ass, the hands in his hair squeezed in painful pleasure, drawing a groan out of Dabi. Damn, he forgot how good it felt to have his hair pulled when he went down on someone. Alright, time to get real. He grabbed the waist band of Puppy’s shorts and boxers-

  Huh.

  Only shorts.

  “Did my little pup go commando today?” Dabi lifted his head and looked at his boyfriend’s face.

   Puppy almost looked like a strawberry as he blushed hard, hands covering his face. “I-I-I wanted t-to just see what it w-would feel like.”

  Oh, this was too good. “Don’t lie, Puppy. You wanted me to do this, didn’t you?” He fingered the waistband, “wanted me to find out and get all hot and bothered even while I was at the bar, with other people.”

  “No! Honest!” The teenager shook his head furiously, embarrassed. “I still ached a bit f-from yesterday and the boxers w-would brush against my b-butt and i-it felt t-too nice when it did s-so I-“

  Shit! Dabi fumbled hard with the button of his pants, needing to get his own dick in his hand right now and calm it the fuck down. This was about Puppy right now.

  “Fuck, baby, you have no idea how hot you are,” Dabi groaned into his boyfriend’s gorgeous thigh, squeezing his cock to stop himself from coming right there. God, his Puppy was getting horny when just his boxers were touching his ass, that was too sexy.

  Deciding to punish the brat, he nibbled where he had been resting his forehead, relishing in the kid’s whines and how the skin of his thigh reddened. He gave his cock another squeeze to control himself before continuing with his quest, finally taking off his little puppy’s shorts and pulling them off.

  Puppy’s cock bounced up as soon as he did, precome already dribbling down it. Just achingly hard and practically begging to be swallowed down.But already Dabi could see a problem.

  The kid was thick. The length didn’t matter-Dabi used to practice sword swallowing, he knew how to relax his throat. The problem was that since he had been burned, there was no way he would be able to open his mouth wide enough to accommodate his puppy’s girth. Shit.

  Wait.. well, he couldn’t opened his mouth that wide right now, but if he…

  “…kid, I’m gonna do something.” Dabi leaned back and away from his puppy until his baby’s hands couldn’t reach his hair. The kid protested to that quite a bit.

  “B-but I was trying to be good! Daaaabbbiii!” The kid suddenly changed from whiny to apologetic looking. “Sorry, I’ll be good. You don’t have to suck my dick. I’m sorry..”

  “Kid, I love ya, and I plan on spending the rest of my life with ya, but you need to learn to wait a bit before jumping to stupid conclusions,” Dabi grumbled, last few words slurring as he stuck his fingers inside his mouth.

  His puppy’s brows furrowed as Dabi did so. “Dabi? What are you doing?”

  Dabi swallowing down a hiss when he unclipped the wiring on one and quickly switched sides. God, he had gotten out of practice… “shujst.. u’oing I Cla’s… ‘emi a ‘inute.”

   There! Relieved, Dabi finally took his fingers out of his mouth. Puppy was staring at him, erection flagging at his confusion. Hopefully, it wouldn’t disappear completely.

  “I’m fucking determined to give you a blowjob, kid, but I can’t do fit you in my mouth unless I do this.”

  Like a real puppy, his boyfriend cocked his head. “Do what?”

  Dabi took a steadying breath. Fuck, he had never told the kid about this. How would he react? Would he be scared? Freaked out? “Just… just don’t scream, okay? If it freaks you out too much, I can put them back in.” His hands inched up to his face, beginning to pick at the staples closest to his mouth.

  “I love you, I-I would never be freaked out over you telling me something about yourself.”

  … how did he get so lucky? Still, Dabi doubted his puppy would really be as calm as he said he would be.

   Not wanting to look at his Puppy’s face, Dabi closed his eyes as Dabi pulled the staple closest to the left side of his mouth out before doing the same to the other side.

  It always stung when he pulled his staples out, especially after it had been a long time.   And it hurt when the tissue, which had been pressed together for so long, separated as he mocked a yawn to fully stretch it out. Not too bad, but it was one of the injuries that always gave him hell.

  He knew what the kid was seeing. He’d seen it himself in the mirror plenty of times. His mouth had opened up way past his lips, and now you could see almost to the furthest corners of his mouth. It was gory and horrific, and probably terrifying. Dabi opened his eyes, prepared for the fear on his boyfriend’s face.

  Instead he got a wide eyed boy peering into his mouth, gobsmacked but curious.

“W-wow! Y-you can do that!?” Puppy’s hands clenched and unclenched, like he did when he wanted to write something down in one of his notebooks. “Can you open your mouth a-all the way from ear to ear if you remove the staples?”

  “… no. Only the next pair of staples after that can be removed and open my mouth up more,” Dabi replied, eyeing the kid. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to respond to this. Most people reacted to his de-stapling with terror, not fucking questions. “After that they just begin to hold down my skin…. Do you want to touch?”

  Puppy blinked. “Can I? I-I don’t have to if it w-would hurt you.”

  “Nah, it’s okay. I’ve been needing to desensitize them anyways. Just don’t scratch.”

  His boyfriend’s hand came forward. “I w-won’t. I promise.”

  Dabi sighed when he made contact with the tender flesh. He had been right about desensitizing his cheek tissue-he hadn’t removed the staples in a while to clean them, and he should be doing that every month. After a while, it just felt too uncomfortable to do it. But with how softly his puppy was feeling around the scars, and the little gasp of wonder when his finger dipped inside between Dabi’s cheek and teeth, he thought he should get back into the habit.

  And while he would love to let his puppy explore his mouth, Dabi had a mission already.

  Puppy helped when Dabi nipped his finger. He tried to pull back with an apology, but Dabi stopped him, grabbing onto the boy’s wrist and beginning to suck on his finger, watching how his puppy reacted.

  There was that adorable blush again.

  Dabi finally let go of Puppy’s finger, smiling before pushing the boy back into the couch. “Now that I can open up more, why don’t we get back to the matter at hand?” He squeezed Puppy’s dick, feeling a deep wave of satisfaction at his baby boy’s moans when he did.

  Thankfully, it didn’t take too much for his cock to reach its previous hardness again. Dabi gave it a few dry jerks, earning himself a few more moans. The loud “FUCK!” When he blew across the head was particularly memorable.

  When Dabi finally pressed his mouth to the underside of the cock, the hands in his hair tugged hard. Groaning at the pain, Dabi grabbed a hold of his own cock as he pressed another kiss to the side of the length. His puppy’s dick tasted just as sweet as the rest of his flesh, but also better somehow. He already knew this would become one of his favorite hobbies. When he began suckling the head, his little puppy began letting out a string of filth.

  “It feels so good Dabi. Ah, better than I ever would have thought. Oh, fuck- can you lick under my cock again? That felt so good- ah! Ah! Th-thank you! Oh god, I can’t it feels so-“ the rest became unusually muffled. Curious, Dabi looked up to see his puppy had begun muffling his mouth with the back of his hand.

  Dabi growled. “I told you-“ he grabbed Puppy’s wrist and pulled it away from his mouth, “you can ONLY touch my hair and your nipples. I want to hear your moans every goddamned second I’m going down on your cock or I won’t do it at all.”

  Tears gathered at his puppy’s eyes, who began whimpering. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I was bad-“

  “No you weren’t. Just a bit forgetful. It’s okay.” Dabi brought the kid’s hands down to his chest and positioned his boyfriend’s hand over his own chest. “Now, you’re gonna keep one hand in my hair and another on your chest. Anytime you want to move that hand, you squeeze that gorgeous cute nipple of yours. Not too hard, but enough to make you feel it down in your cock. Think you can do that?” Puppy nodded, already squeezing it. “Good puppy.”

  And without any warning, Dabi swallowed his puppy down whole.

  “ FUCK! FUCK SHIT FUCK!” His puppy was screaming at the top of his lungs, and Dabi could feel the hand on his head trying to push him down further.

  Like there was anything else to swallow. Dabi was a pro at deepthroating to the hilt. He pulled back to the head only to thrust his head down again, hearing another curse. With that, he set a quick and brutal pace.

  It was a good call to unstaple his face a bit- the kid was only getting harder in his mouth, and it was taking his jaw completely open to swallow the kid down. He couldn’t form a tight seal around the kid’s cock, but apparently his puppy was into the drool dripping onto his balls and sucking noises, because he would not stop talking.

  “Fuck, feels so good-so good-oh god, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, it’s so good- ah ah ah ung so good, so good. Feels so good Dabi,” he felt puppy’s hand tug at his hair, “never wan’ you to stop, so good, so warm, fuckfuckfuck! Oh god. Fuck Dabi. Dabi Dabi Dabi Dabi-“

  The kid was close. Dabi could feel it. He began jerking himself off harder and changed his position so he could see Puppy’s face as he began going faster.

   It was a glorious sight. His little puppy’s eyes screwed up tight, fingers clamped down so hard on his nipple it was no doubt painful. The hand on his head began pushing Dabi down. Completely enraptured, Dabi let it, beginning to swallow and groan around the thickness in his throat.

  Puppy’s eyes snapped open as he did.

  “Fuck! Ohfuckohfuckohfuck Dabi I’m coming I’m gonna come Dabi DabiDabiDabiDabiDabishitshitfuckDABI!!”

  Dabi could feel thick spurts of come painting his throat white, but he couldn’t come up to have a taste if he tried; the hand shoving him down was surprisingly strong. So strong and so fucking sexy fuck he was gonna come soon fuckfuckfuck.

  Once the hand finally released him, Dabi shot straight up and pulled his Puppy’s face close to his dick, jerking his hand faster and rougher.

  “Let me come on your gorgeous face puppy,” Dabi growled, forcing the kid to look at him, “let me fucking come staring into those gorgeous eyes of yours baby. Open your mouth, god you’re so fucking cute I love you so much kid-“ the kid stared up at him so fucking lovingly and opened his mouth like a perfect little pet fucksoclose- “stick your tongue out, stick your tongue out and let me-shithshitshitFUCK-“

  Dabi bathed his puppy with his semen in long ropes across his cheeks, into his hair, and into his mouth, all the while being stared at by those beautiful green eyes.

  When he was finally done coming, Dabi took in the sight of his come-covered little puppy. His baby had closed his mouth and audibly swallowed before smiling.

  “I like the taste. Can I-can I eat the rest of the come on my face, Dabi?”

  This kid was gonna be the death of him, he swore.

Xxx end smut. Xxx

Xxxx

  Tomura loved his new gloves so much.

  It was very simple and very comfortable. The cloth only covered his pinky and was so easy to wear he forgot all about it. He had used all five fingers on all sorts of things to test it out- beer glasses, tables, Twice, a wall, even on the glove on the other hand-none of it decayed! None whatsoever!

  Finally, after twenty years of always losing his favorite shirts or Decaying the mattress on accident as he slept, he’d never have to worry again! Never ever ever!

And he had that little kid to thank for it! Man, if he ever saw those green eyes ever again-wait, he was!

  “Kurogiri, what did you say about that you watching that brat?” Tomura bounced up and down on the balls of his feet, excited.

  His teleporter paused his glass washing to answer. “Dabi wished for me to watch over the child while he went away on that mission to Yokohama to persuade a potential ally to expand their drug distribution to Musutafu with us taking a cut of the pay for selling it. Is the young master opposed to my doing so?”

  “Opposed? Of course not! He can stay in my apartment!”

  “Young master, I would not think-“

  Shigaraki waved him off. “He and I can play Smash together, or I can show him how to play Gauntlet! Brat’s probably too young to know how to play it, but I’ll bet he’ll like it. Ooh, I’ve never had a sleepover before!”

   Shigaraki cackled, but he was genuinely excited. He really had never had a sleepover before, and if the kid was so great with his ideas, and saw how cool Shigaraki was, then he had to be a decent gamer! They could stay up late and eat junk food and play game after game, and maybe they could build a pillow fort. Oh, that would be so cool!

  “I’m not sure Dabi would be comfortable with his ward staying with you. He asked me specifically to watch the child.”

  Tomura was snapped out of his glee and scowled. Right. The kid-damn he really needed a name, maybe Cherub, for those cute full cheeks and baby face? No, too stupid-was Dabi’s companion pet, not him, the MC’s. Which wasn’t fair, at all. Tomura deserved a cute follower, not his mage!

  Hm, maybe he could claim the companion pet as his own while Dabi was out on his ally quest. After all, Tomura was clearly a better owner than stupid Dabi. Yeah, that could work.

  “Dabi doesn’t need to know it’s my place the kid is staying in! And you can still be the one watching him- after all, we’ll need someone to get us snacks!”

  “As you wish, young master.”

  Tomura laughed.

  This was gonna be so fun.

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  It had finally arrived.

  Dabi was leaving.

  Ter-fucking-rific.

  “Do you have everything you want?” Dabi asked for probably the fifth time.

  Puppy nodded again, holding his bag. “Mhm-hm. Notepad, notebook, pencils, laptop, headphones, clothes… it’s one night, right?”

  He sighed. Of course the kid was finally more conversational right before he was about to leave. What a difference fucking like bunnies for three days makes in the kid’s confidence to speak.

  “Should be.” Dabi ran a hand through his boyfriend’s fluffy curls. His hair had grown a lot over two months, but still stayed so fluffy. “Wrinkle-face may make me stay another day or two if the deal goes south or something.” He watched his puppy’s face fall and quickly added, “but I’ll call you to tell you if that happens, and even if he orders me to stay longer than three, I’m coming back home baby.”

  The kid nodded, but he still looked sad. Which was fucking fair, because Dabi didn’t want to leave either. He didn’t want his puppy to get hurt and be alone again.

  At least this time his boyfriend would have Kurogiri.

  Still didn’t feel good.

  “Will… will you call me? When you get there?”

  … goddamit!

  Dabi pulled the kid into a kiss, not stopping until he was out of breath. When he let go, his adorable boyfriend was a little breathless and a lot blushy at the sudden kiss.

  “It should be fucking illegal, how cute you are,” Dabi said before begrudgingly opening the door and walking out of his apartment, an adorable and smiling teenager in tow.

  Damn Shigaraki to fucking hell for making him leave his boyfriend.

  Dabi had discussed it with Kurogiri and Magne multiple times. During the day, before bar hours, Puppy could hang around in the bar. When it opened, keep as close an eye on Puppy as possible, and the minute he looked uncomfortable by all the noise or people were bothering him, let him go somewhere more private, like Magne’s apartment above the bar or in the back room. Kurogiri said there was a bed made in an apartment for the kid already, so he didn’t have to worry about that.

  Still, Dabi felt like he was missing some big detail when he left the boy at the bar.

  “I love you kid, never forget that,” he whispered into his puppy’s ear at their goodbye. Puppy whimpered, hugging him tighter.

  “I-I love you too, Dabi.”

  He shoved down a groan when he pulled back, seeing his kid’s sad face and trembling lip, the only thing sticking out outside of that fur of that god awful jacket. His heart squeezing painfully, Dabi just nodded at Kurogiri before leaving.

  Goodbyes were too final a thing to say.

XxX

  “Do you think we should… I don’t know… talk to him?” Magne whispered conspiratorially. “Look at him, he looks like a kicked puppy!”

  Kurogiri glanced to the child in question.

  The child had not moved from his spot at the booth, and hadn’t even looked up from whatever he was scribbling in his notebook. He did indeed have a mournful appearance, but Kurogiri noticed the boy’s mouth moving. As if he was silently talking to himself.

  “I believe he is keeping himself busy,” Kurogiri replied, glancing to the door. Any minute, the Young Master would be down, and Kurogiri would rather Magne stay in one piece than get harmed in the Young Master’s pursuit of his interests.

  “Hmph!” Magne pushed herself off the bar, “you’re no help at all, ‘Giri! I’ll go and talk to the little Sprout myself!” She turned around, ready to re-introduce herself to the cute bean, when the door behind the bar opened.

  Tomura lit up the minute he saw the green floof of hair in his booth. The kid was back! Back back back! Not wasting anytime with the main route, Tomura just went over the bar to quicker get to his new friend.

  “Hey, kid!” The boy’s head snapped up from whatever notebook he had, and Tomura grinned wide when he saw a flash of recognition in his eyes. He leaned in. “Hey, you’re here! Look! I got those gloves you mentioned!”

  He watched the boy’s eyes flick down to his hands and wiggled his fingers, showing off how he didn’t Decay things by grabbing the glass of water in front of the boy. “They work! You’re a smart brat, you know! Hey, how you feel about games?”

  Sprout-damn, that didn’t feel like a comfortable thing to say, no luck-blinked before grabbing his notepad.

  ‘You mean like scrabble?’

  Scrabble? Scrabble?! Tomura scoffed. “Of course not! I mean video games! Smash, Mario, Minecraft-you know, digit games!”

  ‘ I don’t really know. I mean, I played at arcades sometimes when I had the money, but my stepdad said he didn’t want to waste money on useless things like that. My mama gave me a 3ds when I was ten, but then she- my stepdad sold it before I could play anything other than Pokémon X. Sorry.’

  “What?!?! You mean you haven’t played any video games at all!?”

  The kid shook his head.

  No. No this wouldn’t do at all! What kind of parent wouldn’t introduce their kid to the wonders of gaming!? It was horrible! Tomura had to correct this, immediately!

  “I’ll show you some of my favorite games! I have Portal 2-we can play that together! Come on, it’s up in my apartment!”

  Tomura turned around and began walking, but stopped when he heard a lack of footsteps. Looking back, he saw the kid hadn’t moved yet.

  “Well? Do you not want to play?” Suddenly his grand plans came screeching to a halt. What if the boy didn’t want to have fun with him? What if he just wanted to sit here and mope for his mage? A hand came up to scratch at his neck in nervousness.

  Fortunately, the kid shook himself and gathered up the junk he had laying around before standing up. Success! Pleased, Shigaraki began leading the way back to his place.

  And if he was the only one who didn’t see the happy smile on the kid’s face as he followed the blue haired man to play his first ever video game with a friend?

  Well, that was his own fault for not looking.

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  Tomura had set everything up in advance. So what if he spent the majority of last night gathering all the blankets and pillows? It was his first sleepover!

   The floor in the living room wasn’t even visible with the amount of blankets covering it, and the coffee table had been shoved to the side to allow them both to stretch all the way out as they gamed. Of course there were the pillows that would support their chest if they decided to lay belly-down, something no gaming session can be without. He even went and gathered up all of his gaming systems and set them out in front of the tv!

  “So, I know I said Portal 2 first, but that’s just to get started,” Tomura began, booting up his Ps3, “Since you’re a noob, I was thinking we can also play some pretty easy co-play games to start with, and then once you’re more experienced, I can show you the competitive ones like Smash or Rocket League.”

  When he turned around to see the kid’s reaction, he was surprised to see all the shock on his face. Why? Wasn’t this what happened during sleepovers?

  “Hey, you okay?” Tomura took a few steps closer. Very quickly the boy maneuvered the stuff in his arms so he could write something down.

  ‘You did all this? So that we could play games together?’

  “Well, yeah… you seem fun, why wouldn’t I do this? Plus, I don’t know.. I thought we could…” shit, why did he feel so warm? And weird? And embarrassed!? His hands came to scratch at his forearms. “I thought… if you wanted to… you could sleepover at my place and we could stay up-“

  Tomura was suddenly thrown off guard when he felt arms wrap around him.

  Initially he thought he was being attacked, but when he looked down, it was just the kid.

  “Y-you’re the f-first person t-t-to ever want to play g-games with me. Th-thank you..”

  Whoah, the kid was speaking! Speaking to him! Wow! He had a surprisingly deep voice for being so young-Tomura sounded like a mouse until he was fifteen. And-and the kid was hugging him.

  The fact alone made him blue screen for a moment.

  Somebody wanted to hug him.

  When was Tomura last hugged? Sensei used to do it, but, he couldn’t actually remember the last time it happened. Had to be a while. And no one had ever hugged him like the kid was doing. All tight, and warm, probably how a child NPC would hug the MC after saving the kid in a cutscene. No wonder the MCs always smiled after being hugged. It was nice.

  The normal thing was to hug back right? And now with the gloves, he could.

  Hmm, he could get used to hugs like this.

  And the kid!

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  “Okay, so you move the joy stick to move your character, and the x button launches one side of the portal! Go on, try moving.”

  The brat nodded, testing his way around the controller.

Shigaraki and the kid had settled down on the blanket floor for hours of gaming, bowls of chips and popcorn on either side of them. Brat had gone all quiet again, so there was his trusty notepad in front of their pillow supports. Didn’t matter though. This was so fun!

  Tomura watched as the kid fiddled around with the controller, figuring out the best position for his hands and all the noob stuff Tomura forgotten even struggling with. It was really cute to see, though. If this were Animal Crossing and the kid was a villager doing this, Tomura would have sooo taken a screenshot already. Or a dozen.

  The brat turned out to be a natural with the puzzle games. He even watched as the kid laughed at some of G.L.A.D.O.S’s one liners, which for some reason sounded like the most adorable thing Tomura had ever heard. But that was quickly forgotten as the kid whizzed through the levels, writing down explanations for how they should portal before Tomura could even explain how they were supposed to play together. It was amazing, the mind the kid-

  Ugh, he still needed a name! Tomura was getting desperate. Nothing he’d thought of yet was good enough! He’d heard Toga call the kid a little bunny yesterday, which was a super cute name, but he wanted his name to be unique, that no one else thought up first! The entire play through of Portal 2, he kept testing out names in his head and failing miserably. Greenie? Boring, plain. Emerald? Mouthful, also the name of his favorite Pokémon game. Clover? Cute, but it didn’t fit the vibe.

  “Say, kid, why don’t you just use your real name?”

  The green haired boy blinked at the sudden question. Tomura was switching out the games to a favorite adventure rpg of his, so he could see the kid’s entire face instead of just his profile. He had been expecting the brat to get defensive or stand offish like Dabi, but Tomura instead saw the kid wring the back of his neck and avoid his gaze as he responded. He took a lot of time too, and when Tomura could finally look- why did the kid write so much!?

   ‘ People like me better with no name. I was an annoying waste of space before Dabi found me, and I don’t want to remind anyone of how stupid and irritating I am with using the name my mama gave me. The only person who ever said my name like they wanted to see me and not explode me was my mama, and she had to love me and say my name nice. It’s better off if people decide how they want to see and call me instead of giving them my name.’

  “Wow, you’re a real sadsac, huh?” Tomura moved back to his spot next to the kid. When he saw the frown marring the brat’s face, he sighed and bumped the kid’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, brat- I don’t like my old name either. Family name and given name.”

  ‘ Really?’

  Tomura nodded. “Yup! Then Sensei came and gave me a totally new name that I love! And I Decay anyone who ever calls me my old name! I’ll give you an MC level cool name too, brat! Now come on, you’ll love this game!”

  Said brat smiled back, just a little, before nodding and settling down.

  Tomura began to dive into the new explanation. “Okay, so in this one, you can choose how you look from a set of pre-designed characters. Here, let me scroll through some.”

  He did just as he said for a few minutes, before-

  “Whoa! Kid! Look at that!” Tomura pointed to the little character for the kid. “That one looks just like you!”

  He really did! The avatar had fluffy green hair and green eyes, cute freckles-it was like an exact chibi version of the brat! So cool!

  Tomura glanced at the top of the screen.

  ‘CHOOSE YOUR SPRITE’

  Huh…. Sprite…

  “Kid, what do you think about me calling you Sprite?” Green eyes turned on him. Tomura pointed again. “Cuz that’s what your avatar is called in this game, a Sprite, and you look exactly like that Sprite! That would be so fun, and it could always be a personal joke between us!”

  The kid grinned wide, blinding Tomura momentarily. Why was that so cute!? He barely even noticed the nod from the brat until after the kid already did, and quickly snapped out of wanting a camera to take a picture. Tomura smiled.

  “Really? Awesome! High five, Sprite!”

  The kid-no, Sprite- Smiled and high fives his hand-woah, Tomura just had his first high five! Awesome!

  “Th-thanks, T-t-t-Tomura.”

  “No problem, Sprite! Now come on, you have to choose your own personal Sprite. Please please please please please! Yes! Now, onto the game!”

  And just like that Sprite was named.

Xx

Dabi was the boy’s first boyfriend.

But Tomura was the boy’s first genuine friend.

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  About three hours into their gaming sleepover, Sprite got a call.

  ‘ Excuse m e, I gotta take this .’

  The kid had a phone!?

  Why hadn’t Tomura heard of this before?!

  “Sure, go ahead!” Tomura waved him off, pausing Sprite’s character while the kid rolled a little farther away. Despite the distance though, he could still hear the other side of the call.

  “ Hey puppy, I just got off the train. How you doing?”

  Dabi!? What’s he doing calling- oh, right. Ugh, Sprite was still Dabi’s pet, not Tomura’s.  Dang, he really needs to find more treats and toys to get the kid to stay with him forever.

  He had officially decided to make Sprite HIS pet instead of the stupid mage’s when he finally gave the kid a name. And when the kid turned out to be super good at video games. And when the kid kept on smiling-and snorted once!-at Tomura when he joked which no one ever did. He was too cute and perfect not to be a pet!

  He just had to persuade the kid to stay with him instead of Dabi. Probably super easy to do since Shiggy was probably wayyyyy better and had cooler things than Dabi did.

  Now he had to see what the level of difficulty the quest was to get Sprite to become his pet. However much favor Dabi had gathered from Sprite, Tomura would have to top. The gifts he’d given Sprite, Tomura would have to give even better. But what had Dabi given him?

  A little eavesdropping wouldn’t hurt…

  “Mhm!” Sprite hummed happily. Tomura heard a chuckle on the other side.

  “ That a good hum, puppy?”

  “Mhm-hmm!”

  “ Good boy.” Why was the kid blushing? Tomura didn’t understand. “ I’m glad. You know me, baby-“ BABY!? “ I always worry about you when I can’t see you. Only a few hours and I’m already dreading the thought of going to bed without my cute puppy snuggling me.”

  What was going on?! Calling Sprite ‘puppy’ made sense since he was Dabi’s pet after all, but he’d never heard Dabi sound like that around Tomura! And what was with the baby thing!? And the going to bed to snuggle thing-well, hmm, now that Tomura thought about it, the kid was the perfect size to be all cuddles.

   And even just laying beside him Tomura could feel the warmth radiating. His hair looked super fluffy too, and  would probably feel great to rest his head against. It would be so easy to fall asleep against the boy and just be all cuddly and warm like an MC with their love interest… alright, decided! Once Sprite officially became his pet, Tomura would use his as a personal body pillow!

   Tomura forced himself to focus back on the conversation. This all was so strange..

  “ -and I want you to remember that just because I’m not there doesn’t mean you can’t feel me. Anytime you miss me, press against one of those nice little hickeys I gave you to remind you exactly who your boyfriend is and how much he misses his little puppy.”

  .

.

  .

  WHAT THE FU-

XxX

  Fuck, Dabi already missed the brat.

  The cutie was being a tiny bit verbal on the call too, which was real progress. Not words, of course, but hums. Speaking even like that over something as impersonal as a phone call was something he wasn’t sure Puppy could ever achieve.

  He was glad he was wrong.

  “Hey, stop messing around with whatever pussy you’re playing with and focus on our mission!” Muscular shouted, snapping Dabi out of his happy haze and making him look at the bastard.

  Scowling, Dabi pocketed his phone and walked over to the car they were using. “Don’t tell me what to do. And jealousy sure doesn’t look good on you.”

  Unlike some of the others in the League, the ones Dabi could actually tolerate, Muscular was not for the betterment of society. No, he just wanted a way to get payed for committing crimes and killing people without any meaning behind it. Fucking scum, in Dabi’s opinion. But he didn’t have a choice with who he was forced to partner with for this mission.

  Hopefully the dickwad would let Dabi do all the talking. He didn’t want the muscle-head to ruin a deal, even one Dabi wanted wrapped up as quick as possible.

  “So, what’s the drug the boss man wants us to get a supply on is Trigger. You heard of it?”

  Heard of it?

  His dickbag of a dad tried to tailor a special cocktail of it for Dabi to use on several occasions. Dabi had been on it the day he burnt the skin off his face to the point of burning his cheeks open.

  Of course Endeavor had it all completely hush hush. Wouldn’t want anyone to know the number 2 hero was giving highly illegal drugs to a fucking ten year old. Fucking importing it special just to try and create the most powerful child. One of the many reasons he’d kill Endeavor one day.

  But Dabi didn’t need anyone to know that shitty time of his life. He tried to keep his anger and downright disgust under control as he said, “That’s back in Japan now?”

   Muscular nodded. “Apparently some small time Yakuza has been bringing it back in, and they’re making a name for themselves with it.”

  The name drop cooled Dabi for a moment. “Yakuza,  huh?” He whistled. “Thought they were all gone by now.”

  “Apparently not. This one got a new leader recently and he’s been making some pretty big changes. Exact reason why boss wanted to get a jump on the Trigger wave and get us a new ally.”

  For once, Dabi had to admit that wrinkle-face had come up with a good idea. Trigger was gonna be pretty sought after, especially once it became wide spread again. Getting involved now and setting up a cut of the income before the profits rolled in was a good way of bringing in money for the League. Potentially a lot of money. Who knew Handsy actually had it in him?

  Now Dabi had to actually get these morons to agree to it.

  “So? What’s the leader’s name?”

  Muscular shrugged, starting the engine and beginning their drive.

  “Kai Chisaki.”

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  Sprite was Dabi’s boyfriend.

  Sprite…. Was Dabi’s…. Boyfriend.

  How was Tomura meant to beat that!?

  Forget apprentice or expert level difficulty, this would be fucking god-tier! Boyfriend!? Boyfriend!?

  All this time he had been thinking Sprite was Dabi’s pet, but noooo, it was his damn love interest! Him, a mage!

  The fucking mage! Not the MC, the mage! It wasn’t fair! It wasn’t fair at all!

  Tomura was ready for the gift giving and the foods and comfy blankets he could offer the kid, but what could he even do to beat a boyfriend level of commitment and affection?

  Wait.. Dabi mentioned hickeys. He looked over at the brat, who was happily gaming. There were indeed little dark bruises dotting his neck, his upper arms, and even behind his ear. That’s what hickeys looked like, right? Right. Which meant that he and Sprite- which probably also meant they’d kissed-Sprite, had kissed-

  Tomura blushed, hard.

  It felt so weird, imagining the brat kissing anyone. But… maybe it felt nice. He did have really cute lips- what was he thinking!? Now was the time for planning, not imagining!

  Okay, so, Sprite was Dabi’s…. Ugh, boyfriend… .. which made the quest to get Sprite to become Tomura’s pet a lot harder. He’d have to up the gift giving and offers, and somehow make it way more worth it to be with Tomura. Games were a surefire skill that Dabi obviously lacked-the kid hadn’t even played Minecraft. Which they were currently planning-

   Fuck! In all of Tomura’s steaming over this unexpected difficulty, he’d just been AFK and a Creeper blew him up!

  “Kiiiiid! I had some chicken eggs on me! Why didn’t you tell me?”

  Sprite blushed a bit and wrote something- oh, the notepad had been in front of Tomura.

  ‘Shiggy, you okay? Why aren’t you playing?’

  And in new writing:

  ‘I tried getting your attention. Sorry, I didn’t try hard enough I guess. Do you want to hurt me?’

  “Hurt you!? Why would I hurt you over something like that?”

  Sprite just shrugged, to Shigaraki’s confusion.

  ‘ My stepdad punished me for less.’

  Then Sprite turned his wrist over. He had taken his jacket off an hour ago, but Shigaraki hadn’t seen this.

  Just-rows and rows of cigarette burns. Lining the kid’s forearm in disgusting lines that felt like eyes just mocking Tomura, looking back at him and looking just like the ones on his own arms-

  He began scratching at the spot on his upper arm just looking at the cigarette burns on the other boy, scars itching under his shirt. People did that. He thought only Father did that. So, so Sprite also had that happen to him?

  Punished, huh?

  Yeah, Tenko was ‘punished’ a lot too by Father. Always misbehaving, being the worst son, doing the wrong thing always always always-

  There was a hand on his wrist.

  Warm, smooth, gentle.

  Shigaraki looked at the hand holding holding his wrist. What stopped him from scratching through his shirt and drawing blood. It was a small, freckled hand. As pale as his, but daintier. He followed the pale scarred arm-why hadn’t he noticed all the scars littering those arms earlier? There were so many-to a white t-shirt. Up that t-shirt to a freckled face. He finally landed on those eyes.

  Once again he was caught frozen at the sight of them. They were so green-like forests in pixel farming games. And there was that knowledge in them again. Sprite was staring beyond Shigaraki’s face and into Tenko. But there was also something that, despite only seeing when he was a little boy, looking at his sister, he recognized and could label.

  Empathy.

  Understanding.

  Kindness.

  “D-d-don’t scr-ratch yourself l-like that. I-I do-don’t want you t-to hurt you-yourself,” Sprite said, gently pulling Tomura’s hand down. Tomura let the boy move his hand until it was across Sprite’s back. And then Sprite scooted closer to him until their sides were flush. Just what-

  Sprite cut off his train of thought with a red face. “I-if you f-feel like hu-rting yourself a-again then j-ust squeeze me instead, okay?”

  Now they were so close, Tomura could count each individual freckle on Sprite’s face. See how soft his lips looked… he was blushing again, wasn’t he?

  “I’ll- I’ll take you on that, Sprite. Been meaning to practice my one handed playing anyways-some noobs in COD have been challenging me to do it. Let’s-lets get back to playing!”

  Sprite smiled, and he went back to playing Minecraft. Tomura quickly did too, but he looked at the kid’s profile as he aimlessly walked.

  He was going into a bad place, back to when he was Tenko and Sensei hadn’t found him yet. Even Kurogiri couldn’t snap him out of that that easily. But the boy did it like it was nothing.

  Part of that was probably that the kid wasn’t reluctant at all to touch him. Sprite even-he even placed Tomura’s hand on his own body. No one had ever done that before. But Sprite wasn’t even scared too. Wanted him to touch him so Tomura wouldn’t hurt himself. He cared, that much. Only Sensei and maybeee Kurogiri cared that much.

   He was more than a pet, then.

   He was something special. An ultra rare healing item.

   Tomura had to make Sprite his pet. He just had to. If Sprite was around all the time, he would never need the hands to block himself from scratching. He’d just-he’d just have Sprite instead. The psychic damage wouldn’t hurt him anymore if Sprite was his pet. So what if he was currently dating Dabi? Shigaraki was wayyy better than some stupid mage!

  Besides, he thought, if he did manage to get Sprite as a pet, maybe, just maybe he could make Sprite more than that….

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  “Kurogiri! Kurogiri!”

  The bartender stopped walking and let Magne catch up to him. “Yes, what is it, miss Magne?”

  “I told you already Kurogiri, call me Auntie Magne! But I wanted to ask you…” She leaned over the counter, looking at the stair door, and covered her lips from that side with one hand, “how is our little bean doing? He’s been in there with the boss for over five hours! Is he.. is he still alive?”

  The smoke man blinked before opening a portal. “The child is well. He is currently playing video games with Shigaraki. The Young Master asked for a refill on unhealthy foods, so I had to go to the store and obtain some.”

  As he spoke, he dumped chips, sodas, and several candy brands into the portal. And if Magne were a gambling woman, she’d bet they were landing in the boss’s apartment. Wow, to think, Dabi’s adorable boyfriend was still alive, despite being taken by Shigaraki!

  And still not hurting after hours of gaming! She shuddered, remembering when Shigaraki had invited (ordered) the League to play Mario Cart. Two members had died from his hands, and poor Toga lost her favorite pair of shoes because of the Decay! But if Kurogiri said the boy was fine, she could trust him.

  Oh, Dabi was certainly not going to like this! His relationship with the boss was already shaky, but if he found out that Shigaraki practically kidnapped him, or god forbid, he found out about the first time Sprout and Shigaraki met-

  Magne would be dead, for sure!

   Hopefully things would turn out okay.

Xx

  “So….. you and Dabi are a- a, ah, pair?” Sprite’s brows furrowed. “You know, you and him, you’re…. You’re like Mario and peach, you know?” Now the kid cocked his head, looking even more confused.

  Ugh, why couldn’t Sprite know video games!? He’d have to just say it!

  “Are you and Dabi dating?”

  The reaction was progressive. First, Sprite’s eyes went wide as pizzas. Then he dropped his controller and slapped his hands over his neck, where the hickeys were. And then the kid slowly turned red, at first just blushing before almost becoming a strawberry. He began mouthing something without actually saying anything, until his face gently plunked onto the ground.

  Well.

  That wasn’t really that helpful.

  “Uh….. kid?” Tomura poked the green haired boy. No reaction.

  He did it again. “Kid?”

  There was a high pitched noise. Like a piece of machinery! But it was coming from the brat’s face. Maybe. He couldn’t actually see the kid’s mouth, what with it being against the floor. Eventually the whine subsided, and one hand shakily wrote something on the notepad, sliding down at the last stroke.

  ‘Yesssssss?’

  Drats, so it was confirmed! This really would be god-tier quest. Maybe if he found out why Sprite liked and dated Dabi, then Tomura could do something to beat it! “So… why do you date him?”

  Sprite was super red in the face as he picked himself off the ground to write a response.

   ‘ I don’t know, really. He just was there for me. And then he was really nice and let me stay with him, and then he didn’t ask for anything, really. He was one of the first people besides my mom to be nice to me without wanting something back.’

  The redness of the boy’s face faded a little bit, replaced by a gentle smile as he wrote the next part.

  ‘ Dabi always wants me to be happy and safe. And despite being an annoying kid, he’s never pushed me to talk. He accepts who I am, and tries his hardest to keep my bad thoughts away.’

  Wah?

  So… it wasn’t just for looks? Or some romance story? Well, Dabi did look super gross-a great indication of his stats and spells-so it made sense physical attraction wasn’t a big deal to Sprite. Or monetary reasons either-Shiggy knew just how much pay he gave the League members, and there was not enough of it to woo anyone.

  Respecting limits, maybe? The brat did say he liked Dabi because he didn’t push him to speak. That was a good bit of information for this quest, but what else? ‘Bad thoughts’…. Nope, Tomura had no idea what that could mean. Something to figure out later.

  Ooh, the kid wrote something else.

  ‘ Also…. He lets me be all cuddly. I like hugs and cuddles and handholding and petting, but only my mom ever gave me that kinda stuff before Dabi. He even lets me sit in his lap while we eat or watch tv or he’s on the call with someone.’

  Wait a minute.

  How many times had Shigaraki swore he heard something strange on the other line when he was telling Dabi something? It was the kid! Dabi was cuddling his pet, an outsider who wasn’t even a villain, listen in on secret League information!?

  That idiot!

  Well of course Sprite was completely trustworthy, probably. He was very smart and sweet and adorable so that wasn’t a problem, but if Dabi was so cavalier about talking about his job, that was a serious security risk-

  Nope, okay now, work later. He’d reprimand Dabi when he got back.

  Preferably with Sprite in HIS lap instead.

  Hmmmmmm, so the kid liked physical affection, huh? Tomura had never really thought about that kinda stuff. Not anymore, anyways. It was always too dangerous. But now with the gloves, it was a possibility. He tried to think about how he felt with it.

  Sprite was still under one of his arms right now, and pressed up against him. It was… warm. And nice. When Shigaraki flexed his hand around the boy’s side, he heard a sigh and felt the kid move even closer to him. Something felt warm in his chest when Sprite did that. It made him do it again.

  Wow, that felt really nice, being all pressed up against him….  Wonder what it felt like to fully hug him….

  “Hey, could I-“ Tomura cut himself off when Sprite looked up at him. Damn, why was he blushing? But the thought lingered… he had to know! “Could I-Would you mind if-do you wanna-um, maybe we could, like, maybe, if you wanted to… you could give me a h-hug.” He began mumbling at the lack response, scratching his cheek. “I-it’s stupid, never mind. Let’s just-“

  “S-sure!”

  What!?

  A blush was dusting Sprite’s cheeks, but there wasn’t any fear or embarrassment. In fact, the kid was smiling. Tomura could only watch, flabbergasted, as the brat turned onto his side and slipped one arm under Tomura. He was still frozen as the kid pressed his entire body against the villain. His nose nuzzled against his sternum, and his other arm wrapped around to his back as well.

  When Sprite squeezed his torso, it was like a shock. Ever nerve in his body was zapped, and he practically became a statue, with how tightly coiled his muscles became. All that Tomura could feel were the arms wrapped around him, the face on his chest, the knees bumping against his thighs. It was warm, it was electric, it was new and strange.

  It was amazing.

  It felt even better when Tomura wrapped his hands around Sprite and lowered his head into the boy’s floof. It really was super fluffy, and it smelled nice.

  He could stay like this forever, he realized. Nice and warm and being held by someone who wasn’t terrified of him. Someone who wanted to hug him.

  “I uh… I like this,” Shigaraki said into the hair. He didn’t like the quiet. Sensei always said Tomura didn’t know when to stop talking, but it didn’t really matter now, did it? He felt… weird. Like his chest was open and free instead of restricted. “I like-hugging. Hugging you I mean, I think. You’re very uh, nice to hug. I don’t- beyond that hug earlier, I can’t remember the last time I was hugged. I forgot how nice it felt.”

  The hands around his back squeezed. And then there was something wet against his chest. Sprite leaned back a bit and Tomura began panicking at the tears in his eyes. Shit! What had he said!? Oh no oh no oh no-

  “I forgot what hugs felt like too,” the kid sniffed, and suddenly any words died in Shigaraki’s throat. “B-but now I-I get them all the time, and I’m s-so much happier. I-I don’t w-want you to n-not feel hugs for a l-long time either. That-that’s why-“

  For a moment, the green of his eyes turned as bright as neon, and the next words the kid said were filled with so much determination and promise that Tomura knew, all the way down to his core, that the kid was never going to back down from what he said.

  “I’ll hug you every time I see you! Y-you won’t feel lonely anymore!”

Xx

  There was one thing about the boy that anyone who knew him for more than a few days could see. It was something very unusual for the company he kept.

  It was something that made Dabi fall deeper for him.

  It was something that made Tomura instantly fall head over heels in love with the boy.

  It was something that made Kai decide to trust him with one of his greatest treasures.

  It was something that not even most of the so called ‘heroes’ had. They certainly didn’t show it with every rescue they managed, every villain they defeated. They didn’t show it with their entire heart, like the boy did. Didn’t feel it as strongly, as passionately, as the boy did. No, there was one thing that, while it can be faked, never was with the boy.

  Shigaraki, Overhaul, and Dabi didn’t have this thing.

  Tenko, Kai, and Touya felt it, when the boy showed it to them. It was what made them give their hearts to him.

  The three never needed to know what the boy’s name was, because wether as Midoriya or Puppy, Sprite, or Angel, there was one thing about the boy that never changed.

  One thing that made him a good person.

  One thing that made him a good hero.

  He was kind.

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  Dabi was already fed up with this.

  It was ten pm. Fucking ten. Normally by now he’d be coming back home, or, on the luckier days, already in bed with his Puppy. Maybe on the couch, cuddling up and watching some lame ass pre-Quirk crime show while his boyfriend was quietly mumbling and writing in his notebooks. Being an adorable little shit.

  Fuck, Dabi was whipped, wasn’t he?

  He thought back to the previous night. How his puppy had been doing laundry and was on his hands and knees, showing him a real good view of his ass. And the events that led after that… yeah, it was totally worth it to be whipped if that’s what he got to be with.

  “Dabi and… Muscular, was it?”

  The name call snapped out of his dirty thoughts and looked up.

  ….. or down, rather. Pretty far down. There was a fucking rag doll in front of him.

  “Are you Dabi and-“

  HOLY SHIT IT TALKS.

  “-Muscular?”

  Be calm, Dabi, be calm. Quirks have done weird things to people. Don’t let the recent rewatch of Annabelle or the fact that Puppy revealed the doll actually existed make this unbearable. Dabi braced his shoulders. “So what if we are?”

  The rag doll… creature, nodded and wrote something down in its little clipboard. “I am Mr. Irinaka of the Shie Hassaikai. Come with me.”

  Hold up. “You’re a little short to be some leader of a Yakuza, aren’t you?”

  “How dare you suggest that my height and size has anything to do with my leadership!” Suddenly the rag doll began bouncing around, and it became a lot less scary at seeing it’s tiny rage. “I’ll have you know this is just a suit I possess with my quirk! I’m sure I’m much larger than you if I were in my real size! And I’m not the leader of the great and honorable Shie Hassaikai, I’m the general manager-“

  “We’re here to talk to your boss, not some second hand,” Dabi cut him off, resisting the urge to kick the rag doll just for the lols. There wasn’t any time to put up with this bullshit.

  “It is far too late for our esteemed leader to be-AHH!”

  He didn’t get to finish that sentence, as Dabi set his arm on fire.

  The creature dropped and rolled until the fire was put out. Dabi almost took a picture of it to send to Puppy, but decided against it at the last second. The brat would probably go crazy about theories of what Quirk the guy had, or get worried for Dabi. The adorable cutie.

  “Listen,” Dabi pinned the thing down with his boot and leaned over. “You are going to get your boss, tell him that members of the League of Villains want to talk with him for a friendly business deal, and then you’re gonna lead us to him.” Noise started beneath him, but Dabi pressed down harder to silence it. “And if you don’t, you’ll be burned alive before you have a chance to scream. Got it?”

   The rag doll nodded its beak vigorously. Good.

  When he let up, the little man doll thing jumped up and bolted for the doors, leaving Muscular and Dabi alone in the stupid office-like waiting room. Muscle-head decided at that moment to speak.

  “Was that even a good idea? What if they don’t take the deal because you beat up one of their own?”

  Dabi shrugged. “If this supposed boss is as smart as people claim he is, then a little brute persuasion shouldn’t be a dealbreaker.”

  Muscular frowned and opened his mouth to reply when the doors opened.

  Along with the rag doll creature, a normal sized person walked out. They definitely weren’t normal though, as they were wearing a white plague doctor’s outfit. Weird.

  “You wished to meet with our leader. Follow us.”

  The two beaked dudes led them down a hallway before stopping at a set of wood doors. Like, fancy CEO’s office wood doors. What was that doing in the basement of an office building? The white plague-doctor looking weirdo opened the door.

  “Gentlemen, it is your pleasure to meet the young head of the Shie Hassaikai, Overhaul.”

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   Dabi could already tell just by the office- this Overhaul fella was an arrogant prick.

   The office reminded Dabi like Endeavors’. Fancy, wood floors and big wooden desk. Bookshelves lining the wall, probably filled with instructions on how to be the greatest narcissist. A Persian carpet in the corner under some plush seats and a weird looking ‘modern age’ coffee table.

  Why couldn’t it just be a dingy fucking room?

  In one of those chairs in the corner was some guy, wearing a big old bird mask and wearing a black business-looking shirt. What, was the Yakuza bird themed?

  “Overhaul, I assume.”

  The prick nodded his head. “And you are the man who injured one of my men. Others have died for less.”

  “How ‘bout you hold the death threats until we discuss what we came here to discuss.” Dabi walked over and sat on the couch across from the prick, putting his shoes back on the questionable coffee table. Overhaul’s brows furrowed at the sight of his boots.

  “Remove your shoes from the table. Do not make me ask again.”

  Dabi smirked. “Just getting comfortable.”

  “Do you know how much filth people walk in every day? The amount of germs you carry with you?”

  Oh, he was one of those bastards.

  Normally Dabi would keep his boots on, piss the guy off further just to see him blow. But, unfortunately, this did seem like a deal worth salvaging. If Dabi managed to secure this, Shigaraki might be in one of those good moods and give him a good bonus, or give him a few days off.

  Hm, he really could take Puppy out camping, if that happened.

  Once Dabi took his boots off the table, Overhaul snapped his fingers. The guy in the white outfit came over and removed the table entirely. What the fuck??? No one even commented on it. Then the little ragdoll guy fucking placed a new normal looking coffee table down!

What the fuck, honestly.

“Well? What is the reason for your visit?” Overhaul leaned forward. He really was a prick.

  Muscular decided to speak up. “We want to work with you to sell Trigger in Musutafu.”

  Dabi was ready to murder the meat-head right there. Did he have no fucking fact at all? As much as Dabi loved being blunt and straight to the point, this wasn’t the time for it.

  “Ignore him, he’s an idiot.” Dabi cut off any remarks his ‘partner’ was about to make and continued speaking. “Word is your little gang has been the one that’s bringing Trigger back into the country. That true?”

  Overhaul focused his gaze back onto Dabi. For some reason it made the villain want to clam up and tense. He ignored that feeling and waited him out.

  Finally, bird-man decided to talk. “The Shie Hassaikai are far more resourceful than many think.”

  Dabi nodded. “So far though, Trigger has only been here, in Yokohama.”

  “An already amazing feat, thanks to our esteemed leader.” The white dressed guy cut in. Overhaul held a hand up to stop him, but didn’t deny it.

“Our distribution routes will spread across all of Japan soon enough. With my vision, the Shie Hassaikai will once again become known to every single man, woman, and child.”

  ‘My vision’.  What a narcissistic asshole. Just like Endeavor. The only way to get these types of guys to cooperate was to play into their fucking ego.

  Too bad. Dabi wasn’t gonna play kiss-ass unless it was to eat his boyfriend out.

  “The League of Villains is willing to help you speed up that distribution to Musutafu.”

  Overhaul cocked his head. “And how would you do that?”

  Right, the business part of a business meeting. Dabi tried to recall what all Kurogiri and Giran had said they could bring to the table. “The League has plenty of members and contacts that can act as dealers for Trigger. And we can easily transport from wherever you receive the drug to Musutafu. A member can teleport-“

  “No. We will not be using a Quirk such as that that will taint our stock with the disease,” Overhaul spat. Whoah, what was with the venom? Over a fucking teleport Quirk, too. Teleportation Quirks were, even Dabi had to admit, one of the coolest Quirks around.

  “What fucking disease?”

  “The plague that had been upon mankind for decades. Quirks. ”

  …. What? Fucking what?

  Dabi needed a minute to wrap his head around the bullshit.

  Trigger was all ABOUT Quirks, taken to amplify them. But somehow, SOMEHOW, in this fucker’s messed up mind, suddenly using a Quirk to transport the drugs was bad. But it wasn’t bad to sell and get money off of Quirk-enhancing drugs. And the dude thought that Quirks were a ‘plague’. And Dabi was almost certain this fucker had a Quirk. One of his minions did. Fucking 80% of the population did.

  Honestly, fuck this.

  Fuck this so much.

  Not even four months ago, Dabi would have just burned the fucker in front of him down and left. It wasn’t worth this bullshit hypocritical crap. But now he had his brat Puppy to look out for. Who is currently in Shigaraki’s-

  Oh shit.

  Dabi remembered what he had forgotten to do. He had forgotten two things.

  One, introduce Shigaraki to Puppy and threaten him from ever going near his boyfriend.

  Two,

  Puppy had horrific nightmares, especially when he was alone.

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  Oh shit.

  Oh shit oh shit oh shit.

  Why hadn’t he fucking thought of that!?

  Ever since the first time Dabi had left overnight, Puppy had nightmares. Dabi had walked in from a late day at work several times to the sight of his sleeping boyfriend flailing on the couch and crying. And of course it was all trauma nightmares. Most were about his stepdad or some of his old classmates, but there were a few that the brat just didn’t talk about.

  After he was attacked a few days ago, the nightmares had been happening every night with the brand new star of experiencing a murder right in front of him. Kid was usually inconsolable after waking up until he had that hideous jacket wrapped around him like a little blanket. It would be cute if his puppy wasn’t in so much pain.

  “Dabi!”

  Dabi’s head snapped to Muscular, who had hissed his name. “What, asshole?”

  The idiot jerked his head over to Overhaul, who had his hands pressed together and was observing them like a weirdo. “How about you stop having your head in the clouds and focus on your fucking mission.”

  God dammit. As much as Dabi hated to admit it, he was right.

  “So, now that you are done wasting my time by thinking, tell me,” Overhaul leaned back, “what can you offer us? Besides paltry dealers and a filthy Quirk.”

  Fuck, what could they offer? Dabi either had to seal this deal quickly or get him interested enough they could talk tomorrow. He had to get to a phone and alert Kurogiri ASAP, but like fuck was he gonna botch this and deal with Handy’s constant bitching. Think, what could they offer?

  “So you don’t want to expand your business, huh? What, you don’t like the idea of getting richer?”

  Overhaul’s golden gaze moved from Dabi to Muscular.

  “You think the great Shie Hassaikai Yakuza has so lowly ambitions that we will do anything for a few extra coins?” He folded his hands. “My goals are beyond your understanding. And if anyone is in need for money, it is your organization, not mine. Our compound and underground tunnels span miles, even cities. Your ‘League’ has a common bar for headquarters.”

  That’s it!

  “I know a way we can transport your drugs.”

  Both his partner and the yakuza’s attention snapped to Dabi. Overhaul nodded.

  “Well?”

  Fuck this, he needed to get to the hotel now. Dabi stood up, ready to rush it the fuck out of here. “I’ll give you the details tomorrow. The only question is, are you too much of an arrogant prick to see that us working together is the fucking smart thing to do, or are you going to kiss this chance to push your drugs in another city goodbye?”

  Dabi stared down the other man, not even blinking away from his unnervingly golden eyes. And those eyes didn’t blink either. The two didn’t say anything, just waiting for the other to break.

  Finally, Overhaul bobbed his head.

  “Five o clock, be in the waiting room.” He stood up and dust off his own shoulders. “And I suggest you come more prepared and more put together than you appear today. Good evening, gentlemen.”

  Dabi didn’t even bother saying goodbye and walked out of the same stupid doors he had come in through.

  He had a phonecall to make, pronto.

   XxX

  Shigaraki was having the best day ever.

  An entire day of gaming with Sprite, including hugs and cuddles for the first time ever, and it all culminated in this.

  A blanket fort.

  It was glorious. It spanned all the way from the couches to the counter of the kitchen. And he and Sprite built it together. In fact, Sprite was the one who engineered the curtains to pull away from the entrances by tugging on a blanket hanging on the side of the fort. The kid was brilliant!

  All the more reason to become Shigaraki’s pet.

  “So, kid,” Tomura yawned just by watching the brat do it. “What do ya say we head to bed? We stay up any later and the game mechanics will force us to go to sleep. Ooh! Ooh! Let’s sleep in here! In the blanket fort!”

  Sprite’s mouth dropped open in surprise before rummaging around the blanket/pillow floor. He began humming loudly in a weird way as he continued before looking at Tomura again. “Mhm!”

  Tomura cocked his head. “Mhm? What does that mean? Yes? No?” Honestly, he was okay with the silence but it was so confusing!

  “Mhmmm!” The brat tugged his own hair in frustration. Finally the kid mimicked writing something down, and Tomura understood.

  “Oh! You’re looking for your notepad! It’s right by me, kid! Here, let me grab it for you-“

  Sprite snatched it out Tomura’s hands before he could even blink, already beginning to write furiously. A little bit irked by the rude grab, he crawled over so he could read as Sprite wrote.

   ‘ Are you sure about that? I mean you’ve already been so nice and friendly and welcoming even though I’m intruding on your space and now you’re even willing to let me stay in the cool blanket fort and sleep near you? I don’t know if I could ever accept my stepdad always told me I was a really noisy sleeper and Dabi never says it but I just know I kick and I could kick you and wake you up and then you’d be upset and I don’t want you to be upset-‘

  “Whoah! Sprite!” Shigaraki grabbed the kid’s still writing hands. “You really need to slow down, kid!”

  Jeez, all that worry from a simple question? Sure, he could get it if it was something like a battle or failing a task from Sensei, but this wasn’t that! The brat really needed to cool his head. “The blanket fort is so big, we’ll be too far apart to kick each other if we sleep on opposite sides! You’ll be fine!”

  The brat still looked a bit worried, but nodded.

  Sweet!

Xxx

  Tomura woke up to screaming.

  He bolted up, still half-asleep and entangled in blankets. Who was screaming!? Attack on the bar?! Enemy invaders!

  “No! Stop! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

  Sprite?

  Tomura stopped struggling against the blankets for a moment. Sprite was… talking? And yelling? He tried to squint through the darkness to get eyes on the kid.

  On the other side of the blanket fort, Sprite was tossing and turning, creating a little nest of blankets. A bit more awake, Tomura disentangled himself and crawled closer to the younger boy. He really was flailing, pulling on the blankets and then trying to push him off, creating one huge mess he couldn’t get out of. All the time, he was whimpering and spouting some weird things.

  “I’m sorry, please! Stop! I’m s-sorry! Please! Let me go-let me go!” Sprite sobbed, fighting against some imaginary enemy. He was having a nightmare!

  Shit, what was Tomura supposed to do? Now that he was closer, he could see the tear tracks on Sprite’s face. He sat back on his haunches. Fuck fuck fuck, what does he do? There wasn’t any level he ever played or guide he ever read to do this! He began scratching at his neck, watching. Was he supposed to wake him up? Or-or would that be worse? Inflict more psychic damage? But if he kept him asleep, then he would just keep yelling, right? Or would the dream fade?

  Sprite suddenly broke into a terrorized scream, and began struggling harder. Right, this wasn’t good! This wasn’t good at all! Tomura had to wake him up! Stop the psychic damage!

  He grabbed Sprite’s shoulder and began shaking it, trying to avoid the swinging arms. “S-Sprite! Wake up!”

   The screaming intensified, and so did the thrashing. “Stop! Stop! No! Get away from me! Please! Please don’t! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

  “Sprite! Sprite! Dammit brat, wake up!” Tomura leaned over and began shaking both the kid’s shoulders, now trapping the hands.

  The boy shot straight up, painfully slamming his head right into Tomura’s. Ouch! The villain fell back, reeling and head throbbing now.

  “Dammit, kid! Why’d you go and do that!?” Tomura squinted one eye open, trying to see past the earthquake in his head, “you should just-“

  His words died in his throat. Sprite had pushed himself far back and against the couch. He had curled up into a quivering ball. Still crying, he had his hands in his hair and was muttering so quickly Shigaraki could barely catch it.

  “Imsorryimsorrysirsirimsorryimsorry Illbequietillbequiet and good please don’t burn me again pleaseillbegoodand quiet I’m sorry sir I’m sorryI’msorry please don’t hurt me don’t send me to the bad man again im sorry I’m sorry sir please just punish me immsorryimsorrydontsendmeback don’t send me back I’llbegood ilbegoodillbegood-“

  What the hell!? Who was Sprite talking to?! Surely not Shigaraki, right?

  “Uh, Sprite?” He tried to sound gentle, “it’s me, Tomura. Player 1, remember? We played games today, and built this blanket fort?”

  But the kid didn’t even seem to hear him. “I’m sorry sir I’m sorry I’ll be good I didn’t mean to please just hurt me don’t send me back I’m sorryimsorry!”

  Before Shigaraki could try anything else, he heard Kurogiri’s Portal open and close.

  “Young master? Young master, Dabi is on the phone and-“

  “Not right now!” Shigaraki snapped. Seriously!? What did the mage have to whine about now!? “I’m busy! Sprite had a nightmare or something and I have no idea what to do!”

  The curtain blanket parted, and his trusty teleporter appeared, phone in hand. “Then it is all the more pressing that you listen to what Dabi has to say.”

  “Fuck, fine! Hand over the phone!”

  “Dabi, I’m handing the phone to Shigaraki. He’s currently with the young child in the blanket fort they made.”

  Tomura could hear the mage already yelling as Kurogiri gave him the phone. He quickly pressed it to his ear, eyes still on the hyperventilating boy in front of them.

  “ -and why the fuck is Hand-face even near my fucking boyfriend!? They haven’t even fucking met and you’re telling me they’re buddy buddy enough to make a fucking blanket fort! Goddamit, ‘Giri, you said you’d protect Puppy, not-“

Tomura was fed up, and cut off the torrent, “Shut up, Dabi! The brat is freaking out and, as much as I hate your entire existence, I need your help to get rid of the debuff!”

  “ What the fuck is a debuff? No, you know what, fuck you, it doesn’t matter. What happened? What’s wrong with Puppy?”

  “I don’t know, he’s rambling like crazy and it’s like he can’t even hear me!”

  “ Did he have a nightmare beforehand?”

  How did Dabi know that? How? Tomura quickly nodded. “Yeah, he did! Screaming and thrashin and everything.”

  He heard Dabi curse on the phone. “ Fuck! This was exactly what I was worried about!”

  Dabi’s voice sounded closer to the phone the next time he spoke, and it was like he was restraining himself from outright shouting.

  “ Okay, what you need to do is find his jacket and put it over him.”

  What? How could that possibly help? The kid was a trembling, but it wasn’t cold or anything. In fact it was a little toasty in the blanket fort. Sure, it was always nice to be wrapped up in a blanket, but he already had blankets. And didn’t the fur on that jacket feel annoying?

  “ Tomura!”

  Shigaraki flailed at the sudden yell. “Ah! What!?”

  “Stop having your head in your wrinkly ass and get his fucking jacket!”

  “How does that-“

  “ NOW, ASSHOLE!”

  “Geez! Fine, okay! Kurogiri!” The smoke man focused on him and Tomura made a gesture. “Go and get Sprite’s jacket- it’s next to the pillows and food bowls.”

  Kurogiri nodded and exited the blanket fort, leaving Tomura alone with a freaking out teenage boy in front of him and a cursing half-burned mage on the phone.

  Speaking of, Dabi sounded like he had experience with all this. Did… did Sprite have nightmares regularly? Did that mean that he and Dabi slept together? Often? Wow, it must be really nice, cuddling Sprite as he slept….

  …. Which he really shouldn’t be focusing on.

  Shigaraki pressed the phone to his ear again. “He keeps on apologizing and asking to be punished instead of, Uh, ‘sent back?’” He paused to listen to the current stream of thought spilling from the kid’s lips. “And something about not hurting him?”

  Dabi sighed loudly on the other line. “Fuck, it’s one of those ones. Even he doesn’t tell me about this kind of dream…. That last bit though is probably related to an incident from a few days ago. Just, where are you with that jacket?”

  “Right here, young master.” Kurogiri entered the blanket fort, holding the green jacket in question. Tomura snatched it from his Smokey hands.

  “Got it! Now what?”

  “Look, just, put it around him like a blanket.”

  “What??”

  “Just do it.”

  Shigaraki didn’t need to be told three time. Holding the phone to his ear via shoulder, Tomura scootched over until he was right in front of Sprite.The boy was crying hard, and even gross snot was coming out of his nose. His rambling had been reduced to gibberish, occasionally interrupted by hiccups or heaving sobs.

   He threw the jacket around the boy. It settled over his shoulders, purple fur reaching up to his ears. The large size of the jacket and the small gram on the boy made it look like a little child being covered up by his father’s winter coat.

  “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m…” his freckled and scarred hands reached out and shakily pulled the jacket tighter around him. His rambling quieted, “sorry….”

  Woah. In less than five minutes, the rambling and shaking had stopped, and he was gently nuzzling the fur lining of the jacket. It was like he was almost completely different-other than the tears still going down his face, and the fear in his eyes.

  Damn. What was so horrifying that it could scare the boy who didn’t fear death?

  He hated it. It didn’t matter than the rambling had went away, Shigaraki could still see those affected Sprite was. But what could he do? Tomura wanted to find out who hurt him or scared his future pet. And once he found them, he would start Decaying with the feet first. So the pain would last.

  “ How’s he doing?”

  Right, Dabi. “He’s not talking anymore, but I-I guess he’s still crying? Just quiet now? And he doesn’t seem all that good either.”

  “… ..”

  Was that not good? Shigaraki bit his nails, staring at the kid. What if this was new? What if Sprite relied on Dabi to help him? What if this was a mental stat debuff? What if Sprite needed to go to the hospital? Not good not good not good he wanted Sprite to be okay no no no no no-

  “ Shigaraki. You’re wearing those new gloves, right?”

  Tomura blinked. What? “Yes, it’s a permanent piece of my equipment.”

  “ Good, that’s… good. Look, I need you to do something for me.”

  Dabi sounded really weird. There wasn’t any of his usual indifference and aloofness. He had never hear Dabi sound like that before. And he had never asked him for anything.

  “What?”

  There was a large sigh on the other line. “ After shit like this, Puppy needs to be held and touched.” What?! “ And normally, I’m there to do that for him. But I’m not tonight. So, I have to ask for a favor. Will you…. Fuck, will you hug him?”

  WHAT!?

  Dabi continued. “ If you’re too heartless to do it, just have Kurogiri help. But if he doesn’t get physical contact soon he might spiral really bad and regress. Just do it Shigaraki…… please.”

  Dabi had been in the League for seven months. And Shigaraki didn’t like him at all. He was a jerk, mysterious, and acted like he was the MC instead of Tomura. He didn’t even give his real name, the fucker.

  But in all of Shigaraki’s time knowing Dabi, he had never once heard the man say please.

  “…yeah, okay.” Tomura crawled over to Sprite’s side. The boy didn’t react. “How do I… how do I do it?”

  “ If he’s sitting against something like a wall, just wrap one arm around him and pull him into your side. And be sure to tell him before hand. He might not really hear it, but I don’t like not alerting him to new touch when he’s like this.”

  “Uh, Sprite? I’m gonna… gonna put my arm on you now.”  Hesitantly, Tomura extended his right arm out. Once he was past his shoulders, he laid his arm down. Sprite stopped breathing.

  Why was this so weird? They had been hugging earlier, before they slept, and that had become kinda normal. But now that he was comforting Sprite instead of Sprite comforting him, it felt so different.

  He pulled the kid closer to him. The kid didn’t resist, and his head thudded softly against Tomura’s chest.

  “Sprite? You okay?” Shigaraki whispered.

  The kid hadn’t blinked during the entire move, but then he closed his eyes. Letting out a deep sigh, the boy turned his head to smoosh his cheek against Tomura, and began taking deep breaths.

  “Uh, he’s breathing normally now, is that better?”

  “Yeah, it is… hold on, could you put the phone close to his ear?”

  “Sure,” Tomura said, and moved the phone closer to Sprite. Despite the distance, he could hear whatever Dabi said.

  “ Heyyyy, Puppy.”

   Sprite opened his eyes and looked at the phone, surprised. Dabi continued talking.

  “ Hey, you’re not feel all that good, are you?” Sprite, or, Puppy? Nodded and whimpered. Tomura could see the tears beginning to well up in his eyes. “ That sucks, baby. You have no idea how badly I want to be there for you, making you feel better. But I can’t. So Handsy is going to be the one there for you tonight, okay? Need a hum, Puppy. Just something to tell me you hear me.”

  Sprite sniffed hard, arm coming up to wipe away the snot on his face. “Mhm.”

  “ Good boy. I’m gonna direct Shigaraki on what he needs to do. Is it okay if he does that? If he gives you hugs and cuddles? Two hums for yes, one for no.”

  “Mhm… Mhm..”

  “ Good puppy. Shigaraki, put me to your ear again.”

  After that, Shigaraki began following Dabi’s orders.

  “ First, you need to lay down, and pull the kid on top of you.” Tomura laid down but noticed a problem. The kid was still curled up in a ball. Setting the phone aside for a moment, Shigaraki touched the kid’s shin with one hand and his arm with the other.

  “Can I.. can I move you?” It didn’t feel right to talk too loudly, so Tomura whispered as he asked. Sprite opened his eyes and just stared for a moment before nodding. He went almost limp in Tomura’s hands, letting the man maneuver his arms and legs until he was laying belly-down on his chest.

  Tomura put the phone up again. “Now what?”

  “ Run your hand up and down his back. And then, after a while, you can pet his hair. And just… keep him close to you, I guess. The goal is for him to fall asleep.”

  “What? So he’ll be falling asleep on me?” Tomura gawked, already beginning to move his hand to trail down Sprite’s spine.

  “ Yes. And don’t act like it’s a big problem for you-it’s a fucking honor to have him fall asleep and cuddle you. If you’re lucky he’s gonna end up hugging you as he sleeps and he’ll nuzzle you and-“

  “Okay, I got it! And I wasn’t opposed to cuddling him!”

  “ Fucking good then. Look, he’ll hopefully be out within fifteen minutes, but he will become like a little clingy koala. It’s a lot easier to feel when he has a nightmare, and you have to immediately wake him up the minute you feel it.”

  “…okay.”

  Sprite’s breaths got deeper and as Tomura ran his hand up and down his spine, his hands coming to fist Shigaraki’s shirt and burrowing into his jacket. It was so adorable, and made his chest feel warmer and warmer. And when he began running his hands through that luxuriously fluffy hair, he could swear he began hearing purring and soft little clicks coming from the boy. Soon, the breaths had evened out.

  Dabi, who had been silent for the past ten minutes, finally spoke up again. “ He asleep?”

  “Yeah, I think so,” Shigaraki whispered. “Hey, how did you know to call?”

  “ Realized I forgot to tell Kurogiri that the kid has nightmares, and they can get pretty violent if he’s alone.”

  “But the mission-“

  “I have another meeting tomorrow, Wrinkle-face. They didn’t want to use the warp portals because the boss is a freak so I had to think of a creative solution. Which I’ll discuss with you in the morning, got it? For now, just keep an eye on my puppy and make sure he stays safe. I’m… fuck, I’m trusting you to help him.”

  The mage sounded so annoyed at that last bit. It was almost funny if it weren’t for who Dabi was trusting him with.

  And after spending so much time with the kid, Tomura could get it. Sprite was something else entirely. He lit up the room, and could make you feel so special and good just by smiling. And holding him like this-it felt like the ending to a good rpg game when the MC finally got the love interest.

  His grip on the phone and Sprite tightened.

  “I will.”

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  Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-

  Dabi burst through the hotel door, already dialing. Shit shit fuck he needed to call Kurogiri now fuck why hadn’t he fucking remembered this vital fucking shit fuck-

  “Kurogiri!” Dabi didn’t even bother with letting the teleporter speak, “Puppy gets nightmares, fucking bad nightmares.”

  “Hello, Dabi, ” Kurogiri didn’t even sound panicked or worried, just fucking calm. This wasn’t the time to be calm! “ How did the meeting go? ”

  “Fuck the meeting, ‘Giri!” He snapped, “where’s my fucking boyfriend?! Is he asleep already? You need to fucking check on him.”

  Fuck this wasn’t good. The kid was sure to have nightmares tonight, especially alone! He always had small nightmares, but those could be calmed down with Dabi’s touch. But without that? Who fucking knew.

  “He’s -“ Kurogiri suddenly stopped talking when there was a weird noise in the background. Dabi’s heart jumped to his throat. Puppy? There was static on the line as well as the telltale sound of a warp gate before the background noise he had heard earlier became much clearer.

  It was Puppy.

  “Young Master? ” Was Kurogiri fucking talking to him? “ Young Master, Dabi is on the phone and- “

  “ Not right now!”

  Was that fucking Shigaraki!? What the fuck was going on!?

  “ I’m busy! Sprite had a nightmare or something and I have no idea what to do!”

  Wait, he didn’t mean Puppy, did he? Why would Shigaraki even be near his boyfriend? Holy shit, did they meet sometime and Puppy never mentioned it!? He wasn’t paying attention to the conversation on the other side of the phone until Kurogiri suddenly spoke into it again.

  “ Dabi, I’m handing the phone to Shigaraki. He’s currently with the young child in the blanket fort they made. ”

  WHAT!?

   A blanket fort!? What the hell!? Dabi began yelling into the phone.

   “Kurogiri don’t you dare fucking give the phone to that bastard! You told me he had a bed made up in an apartment! And why the fuck is Hand-face even near my fucking boyfriend!? They haven’t even fucking met and you’re telling me they’re buddy buddy enough to make a fucking blanket fort! Goddamit, ‘Giri, you said you’d protect Puppy, not-“

  “Shut up, Dabi! ” The annoyingly high pitched voice of his boss cut him off, “ The brat is freaking out and, as much as I hate your entire existence, I need your help to get rid of the debuff!”

  “What the fuck is a debuff?” Dabi shook his head. That wasn’t important right now. “No, you know what, fuck you, it doesn’t matter. What happened? What’s wrong with Puppy?”

  As much as he hated Wrinkle-face, Puppy was more important. Always more important. And even Shigaraki sounded worried for the kid. Dabi didn’t have the time to worry about how they met, how close they were, all he had to focus on was his puppy.

  “ I don’t know, he’s rambling like crazy and it’s like he can’t even hear me! ”

  Sounded like a basic panic attack. Dabi began pacing. “Did he have a nightmare beforehand?” He asked, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. Appearing weak in front of Shigaraki was dangerous, but it was hard not to be worried.

  “ Yeah, he did! Screaming and thrashin and everything. ”

  “Shit! Fuck! This was exactly what I was worried about ! ” He pressed his fist to his head, gritting his teeth.

  This wasn’t good, he was too late. He hadn’t wrapped up the meeting in time, and now, Puppy was suffering. His boyfriend was suffering, and Dabi wasn’t there. He wasn’t fucking there to help his boyfriend.

  Fuck, he wanted to cry. He wanted to cry so bad-

  No, he can’t. He could still help.

  Dabi wasn’t there with Puppy, but Shigaraki was.

  Okay, so his boyfriend was having a panic attack from a nightmare. What could he tell Shigaraki to do? The last few days the quickest way to calm Puppy down was to use his jacket. He put the phone next to his mouth, making sure to speak as clear as possible.  “Okay, what you need to do is find his jacket and put it over him .”

  He was trying real fucking hard not to shout. This wasn’t a good time to yell and scream. For one, it might freak out Puppy. For another, Hand-face was like a fucking territorial dog-you began yelling and he’d yell right back. Which would definitely freak out puppy. But as the seconds went by and Shigaraki didn’t fucking respond, Dabi’s fuse was getting short.

  Finally, he snapped. “Tomura!”

  “ Ah! What!?”

  “Stop having your head in your wrinkly ass and get his fucking jacket!” Dabi snapped. This wasn’t the fucking time for pondering the nature of the universe, it was time for helping his fucking boyfriend!

  “How does that -“

  “NOW, ASSHOLE!”

  “ Geez! Fine, Okay! Kurogiri!”

  Fuck, why did this have to be so stressful? Dabi flopped down onto the bed, waiting for-well, anything. His heart was beating way too fast for all this shit, and he was worried like crazy.

  Shigaraki finally spoke again. “ He keeps on apologizing and asking to be punished instead of, Uh, ‘sent back?’…. And something about not hurting him ?”

  Dabi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Shit, this really wasn’t good. “Fuck, it’s one of those ones. Even he doesn’t tell me about this kind of dream.”

   It was true. Usually part of the calming down process was Puppy telling him his dream and Dabi comforting him about it. When it was his stepdad, it was telling him how good he was. When it was some fucking classmate, it was telling Puppy how brilliant he was. Dead mom? Sharing his own past. But the worst ones were always about him going back some place, and he was too freaked to ever talk about it. Those were the really bad nights, when all Dabi could do was hold him close and assure Puppy that he wanted to stay with him.

  But that last bit…

  “ That last bit though is probably related to an incident from a few days ago. Just, where are you with that jacket?”

  “Got it! Now what? ”

  Dabi pushed up himself up against the headboard. Time to get started. “Look, just, put it around him like a blanket .”

  “ What ?”

  “Just do it,” Dabi rolled his eyes, ready to smack Shigaraki upside the head. It was a simple task, why the fuck did he have to question everything?

  Shigaraki must have gotten closer to Puppy, because Dabi could definitely hear the hysterical rambling of the green eyed teenager. It made his heart fucking break just hearing it. His puppy was hurting and without Dabi. And Dabi couldn’t do anything. He had to fucking rely motherfucking Shigaraki to help his boyfriend. Shigaraki. The guy who literally killed people just by touching him.

  He was quiet and tried to listen over the phone. There was a rustling noise, and the heartbreaking rambling began to subside. The jacket was on then. But it was highly unlikely this was the last of it.

  “How is he?”

  “He’s not talking anymore, but I-I guess he’s still crying? Just quiet now? And he doesn’t seem all that good either .”

   Shigaraki, for once, didn’t sound overly annoying. In fact, he nearly sounded worried. Over Puppy. That was something to think about later. Puppy wasn’t out of the woods.

  At times like these, Puppy was like the most touch starved boy in the world. He’d be clingy for hours. Dabi didn’t give a shit about that when it was him-he was fucking touch starved himself. But the problem was Dabi wasn’t there. And if Puppy didn’t get the touch he needed, he would just spiral into his bad thoughts.

  …fuck, he’d need Shigaraki to do this.

  “Shigaraki, you’re wearing those new gloves, right?”

  “ Yes, it’s a permanent piece of my equipment.”

  “Good, that’s… good. Look, I need you to do something for me.”

  “ What ?”

  Dabi sighed. He fucking hated this idea so much. But it was the only thing that could help Puppy, and he would do anything to protect and help his boyfriend. Even this.

  “After shit like this, Puppy needs to be held and touched. And normally, I’m there to do that for him. But I’m not tonight. So, I have to ask for a favor. Will you…. Fuck, will you hug him?”

  Shigaraki didn’t respond. Asshole. This wasn’t a time to pause and shit, but then again, he was asking a villain to do something actually soft and human. He continued. “If you’re too heartless to do it, just have Kurogiri help. But if he doesn’t get physical contact soon he might spiral really bad and regress. Just do it Shigaraki…… please .”

  If the man he was four months ago saw Dabi like this, he would have called Dabi a weakling. He’d probably rather die than let himself become this. So lowly and so dependent on and concerned for a single boy that he had resorted to saying please. To Tomura Shigaraki.

  But the current Dabi? The Dabi that had felt more happy, more loved and cared for, than he ever had in his life? He would have told his old self to fuck off and just wait a few months.

  “… yeah, okay .”

For the next half hour, Dabi guided Shigaraki on how to comfort his boyfriend. And it was really…. Weird. Sure, having to direct another grown ass adult on how to provide basic physical comfort over the phone was already weird, but having it be Shigaraki and his boyfriend added a whole other level to the weirdness.

  Mostly because, for some fucking reason, Dabi didn’t feel all that jealous.

Sure, there was some minor possessiveness. Of course there would be. It was his fucking puppy! Being cuddled up by someone else! But that was the extent of it. Fuck, for some fucking reason, Tomura sounded different on the phone when he was talking. Like he actually gave a fuck about Puppy. And that was what mattered to Dabi above everything else at the moment.

   It was weird, and confusing, and Dabi was sure as fuck gonna be asking a whole lotta questions when he got back, starting with the fucking blanket fort, but for now, it was okay.

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  As Shigaraki slowly woke up, he became aware of a pressure on his chest. Something warm, and nice. He cracked open an eye and all he could see was fluffy green hair.

  …. Right. Sprite and the nightmare…

  When had Tomura fallen asleep? All he could remember was Dabi saying something about not pinning the kid under him in his sleep and thinking how Sprite was like a little fire whisp before it all faded.

  Huh, he didn’t have any dreams. That’s weird. Usually it was really hard for him to fall asleep. Guess having a pet on his chest worked wonders for insomnia. What time was it? Dabi had said something about calling him in the morning, so he needed that call. Speaking of where was the phone?

  Oh, it was right next to him. Tomura kept one hand on Sprite and used the other to check the time-

  “12:50!?”

  “AHH!” Sprite’s head shot up and if his Arms weren’t around Tomura’s body, he would have jumped like, six feet in the air. A true Mario jump! The kid’s head snapped back and forth until they landed on Shigaraki’s face again.

  “Hey, Sprite! Man, you really jumped! Sorry about waking you up like that-I was surprised by how late it was.” He laughed. “Guess that psychic attack last night put sleep delays on both of us!”

  But the kid didn’t laugh or smile at that. In fact, his brows furrowed, and he looked between himself and Shigaraki’s bodies. Was something wrong?

  Still frowning, Sprite detached himself from Tomura’s body. That wasn’t right! That wasn’t fair or nice at all he wanted his fire whisp back! But the kid didn’t stop moving away until he was on the whole other side of the blanket fort.

  “Sprite?”

  The brat refused to look at him, looking for something in the blankets. His notepad and pencil! He found it quick enough, and began writing something down.

  He didn’t get it. Why was Sprite acting this way? Did he not like waking up with Tomura? Did… did he wish he had been with Dabi instead? Was he going to be mean to him because he didn’t want Tomura touching him as he slept? Why, why wasn’t he smiling? Or being close and hugging him again? This wasn’t fair or nice and Tomura didn’t know what to do.

Still frowning, the kid stretched his arm out as far as possibly and showed the paper to him.

  ‘ Did we- did I- why was I did I sleep on your chest last night? After the nightmare?’

  Oh. That was it?

  “Yeah, you don’t remember? Dabi said you needed physical contact to get rid of the debuff, and so we cuddled!” Sprite’s eyes went wide. “It was actually really nice and-“

  ‘Dabi said it was okay for me to do that???’

  “Uh, yeah? He… he seemed really worried about you, and wanted… wanted you to get better…” Tomura began frowning as he spoke, and trailed off.

  Dabi really had been doing whatever he could to help his boyfriend, even letting him touch Sprite to do so. That showed he really cared about Sprite, a lot. And he did know just what to do to help the kid through a bad nightmare and freak out. Shiggy had no idea what to do, but Dabi had been so concerned he called just to warn Kurogiri, and saved the day.

  How could he beat that?

  Oh, the brat had written something else down.

  ‘ Thank you for being there for me. I know you probably didn’t want to deal with a stupid kid crying and freaking out in the middle of the night, but thank you for hugging me and everything.

  I had so much fun yesterday, I hadn’t even worried about sleeping alone again. I hadn’t had that much fun in a long, long time. It made me feel like I had a friend, and somebody other than Dabi liked me.’

  Shigaraki looked up, and was surprised to Sprite was blushing! Just like a love interest in one of his games! Tomura was progressing on making Sprite his pet!

  Or.. wait… Sprite was acting like a love interest, not a pet, so, did…

  Did that that mean Sprite liked him? Romantically?

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  Sprite was acting like a potential love interest than a follower or pet. Which meant he might LIKE Tomura like a love interest.

  That changed everything!

  The quest was never about gaining a pet, it was about gaining a b- a boy- ah! A love interest! This was a romance quest, not a pet quest! And a god tier romance quest- he’d never seen an romanceable NPC who was already with another NPC, so this must be a super difficult one. One that Tomura realllly wanted to beat. The reward was so worth it!

  Tomura could see it already. Days spent gaming and scheming against hero society. Nights filled with cuddles and mayhem. Maybe even… maybe even k-kisses…. Or….

  “Mhm?”

  He blinked, and suddenly Sprite was right in front of him! Ah! When had that happened! Or wait, what had been happening? Shigaraki had been so wrapped up in worrying about the new quest update, he hadn’t been focusing on his surroundings. Now Sprite was really close to him, and he could see each individual freckle on his face, and his eyes were so wide and cute.

  Tomura, wether he realized it or not, began blushing. The action just caused Sprite to lean closer, making him blush harder. Too close!

  “I-Uh, I’m just deciding what game we should start playing this morning! Yeah! That’s it! Oh! And I gotta talk to Dabi about some League business-“ he needed to step away from the really really cute boy right now AAAAAAHHH- “so I-I just need to call him right now, and t-talk, so if you’ll give me a minute-“

  Shigaraki all but bolted out of the blanket fort, leaving a confused and slightly hurt greenette alone. He didn’t stop moving until he was down in the bar, and spotted his trusty teleporter. “Kurogiri!”

  The nomu paused his glass-washing. “Young master. I hope all is well!”

  “Yep!” He ignored how high pitched his voice was, “yep yep yep! Where’s a phone? I need to call Dabi.?

  “You have one in your hand, Shigaraki.”

  “I knew that!”

Xx

  Dabi was happily dreaming about his boyfriend wearing nothing but wolf ears and a cute wagging tail when he was rudely woken up by his phone.

  Normally he’d just reject the call, but, it was fucking Hand-faced. Shit, maybe it was something about Puppy?

  With a low groan, Dabi forced himself to roll over and pick up the phone. “What?”

  “ You told me to call you in the morning for buisness. Well?”

  Right, that. Fuck. “Yeah, when it wasn’t-“ he checked the time- “twelve in the afternoon, after I was awake til midnight, first doing shitty work and then helping my boyfriend calm down from a nightmare. Is there something wrong with him?”

  “ What? Uh, no, he’s fine, I think.” Shigaraki sounded weird when he said that, and Dabi had half a mind to ask the same question again when the stupid boss-man continued talking. “ And WE helped him, not just you! He cuddled me! And slept on me and everything!”

  That…. Definitely sounded weird. Dabi rubbed the gunk out of his eyes and tried to make out why.

   It was the way the fucker emphasized that HE was the one physically there for Puppy, not Dabi. Which was fucking rude, because Dabi didn’t like the idea of leaving his puppy in the first place. But it was less annoyance at having to do so and more like… smug? Rubbing Dabi’s nose in the fact Shigaraki got to do it? Which was really weird.

  Really weird…

  Was he missing something? It felt like he was missing something kinda big. Like maybe he would see it if he was in person, but he couldn’t see it right now.

  Eh, he’d figure it out once he got back.

  “Yeah, sure, ‘we’ did it. Now listen up and get Kurogiri, because I think I know a way of distributing the drugs without teleporting.”

Xx

   ‘ I think I made Shigaraki upset.’

   What the-god dammit. He had JUST gotten off the phone with Hand-face when the text from Puppy came in. The bastard said Puppy was fine! Dabi quickly shot off a response.

  ‘Why do you think that?’

  The brat quickly sent a lengthy text. Which meant his adorable boyfriend had already been typing it out.

  ‘ I messed up. I told him I had a lot of fun playing games with him yesterday and then I went and stupidly said that it made me feel like I had a friend but then he didn’t respond and when I checked to see if he was okay he made an excuse and left and I think I made him uncomfortable I mean it’s already amazing and wonderful that you like me but then I went and offended the head of the League of villains by acting like I could possibly be friends with someone as powerful and important as he is not saying that you’re not powerful and important but I love you a lot already and I’m fairly certain you love me even though there’s not much of me to love sorry I’m kinda crying right now I feel really really stupid can you call me and tell me if I’m being bad or if I’m overreacting? I feel really bad and it’s the bad thoughts like you told me I think. Sorry, if you’re busy I get it I don’t want to interrupt-‘

  Dabi didn’t even bother reading the rest of the text. This had happened a few times, sometimes the kid got into this whirlpool of self-hatred and undeservingness- not that Dabi ever had any feelings of inadequacy that manifested in negative behaviors at all-and needed to be snapped out of it. It could grow into a panic attack or reliving some bad shit if Dabi didn’t nip it in the bud.

  He had come home to it often enough after they began dating that he finally told Puppy to just text him whenever he was feeling like that. It took even longer for the kid to start doing it.

The minute he heard the line connect he began talking.

  “Puppy, you’re a good person and you deserve all the love in the world, got it? And there are so many things I love about you I could go on for fucking hours.”

  He heard sniffles on the other side of the phone. Goddamit Shigaraki.

  “You-you aren’t mad?”

  “No, baby, I’m not mad. Just worried for you.” He cut off the apology already spilling from his boyfriend’s mouth, “and don’t feel bad for me being worried-it’s my own damn fault for loving you so much I’m always worried when I’m not right there with you.”

  Dabi sighed, “look, as much as I bitch about Hand-face, he proved last night he was capable of being there for you. If he doesn’t accept you as a friend, that’s his own fucking loss. You didn’t fuck up-he just as the mentality of a spoiled ten year old who’s never had friends before.”

  He heard a particular loud sniffle. “S-so, it’s o-okay I w-w-want friends?”

  Shit, did Dabi make it seem like he didn’t want Puppy to have friends? His heart squeezed painfully at the fear in his voice and the idea his puppy was purposefully isolating himself, just to try and make Dabi happy.

  He spoke softly. “Yes, it’s okay to want friends. It’s okay to have them too.”

  “O-okay… I… I feel a bit better…. I miss you a lot, Dabi…”

  “I miss you too, kid. If things work out, I’ll be back late tonight. And I’ll call you if that changes, I promise. Now go and get a big glass of water, Puppy. You probably need it after last night and now. And hang up too, unless you want something else?”

  He heard a negative noise of confirmation and then the line went dead.

  Now, to send a very brief fucking text to Shigaraki. Mostly on making sure the bastard knew to explicitly tell Puppy wether or not he was friends, and if not, to just leave his boyfriend alone before Dabi murdered Tomura Shigaraki himself.

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   ‘GET BACK TO MY FUCKING BOYFRIEND AND TELL HIM YOU WANT TO BE FRIENDS, BITCH. HE THINKS HE MADE YOU UPSET WHEN HE SUGGESTED IT EARLIER.’

  Well, that wasn’t a text Shigaraki had ever thought he would receive.

  Still, it served its purpose. Tomura skipped steps as he ran all the way back to his apartment to get back and fix his mistake. Of course the kid would overthink things! Stupid stupid stupid!

  Sprite jumped maybe three feet in the air when he burst through the door. Damn, he really needed to build up his strength stat more, he was completely out of breath.

  “Totally.… forgot..” he took a heaving breath before his lips stretched almost painfully wide into a grin. “You said you felt like we were friends, right? Well, let’s totally be friends! Become my player 2!”

  Sprite stared unblinking before a huge smile spread across his face, and his eyes lit up. It was almost like he was glowing, and Tomura could feel the happinesses from the younger boy deep in his soul.

  “Y-y-yes!” The brat got up and pulled Tomura into a bone-crushing hug.

  As the grand villain hugged him back, he realized he was just as happy at having his first ever friend.

Xx

  Overhaul was fucking late to his own meeting.

  The ragdoll-which it took Dabi every inch not to punt when it appeared out of a fucking wall-had led them to some room that way dingier than the office they were in yesterday. It had two couches opposite each other and that was fucking it. He was pretty sure there was mold on the walls, or at least stains.

  Probably the room for deals that go south.

  But come on! It was twenty minutes past five, and Dabi was sick of this bullshit. It would take at least ten minutes to explain the distribution plan, and then probably another hour or two to haggle or agree on a later meeting between Overhaul and Shigaraki. The last train to Musutafu left at fucking seven today-and why the shit did it have to leave so early this time?-and he was determined not to let his puppy go another night without him.

  Muscular, of course, couldn’t give a shit between his psychopathic focus on candy crush and inability to multiply large numbers, much less identify subtly dangerous situations.

  “I apologize for the lateness gentlemen,” Dabi’s head snapped up as he heard the door open and that annoying voice speak out. He turned in his seat to tell off Overhaul when the insult died in his throat.

  There was Overhaul, in a jacket.

  A gaudy, atrocious, fucking hideous green jacket with a purple fur lining at the neck.

  The exact same jacket Puppy wore ever since he was attacked.

  The exact same one Puppy had said the man who saved him had worn, and then gave him.

  What. The. FUCK.

  Overhaul continued speaking, as if he wasn’t wearing a disgusting jacket that was sending Dabi into shock. “My daughter-“ DAUGHTER!? “-was having some trouble with her homework, and I took some time to help her.”

  “YOU have a daughter?” Muscular asked, incredulously. For once, Dabi had to agree with him.

  “Yes,” Overhaul went and sat on the opposite couch, still wearing his fucking jacket, “unlike many, I can manage being a good and dedicated father and a great and powerful leader of a strong Yakuza.”

  Okay, wow, what an asshole, but Dabi’s head was seriously reeling.

  This guy, THIS guy, was possibly the one who saved his Puppy? Why would he have even been in Musutafu? It was a two hour train ride, and almost everything at Musutafu was in Yokohama.

  “You said you had a way to bring Trigger into Musutafu. Well?” Overhaul’s eyes settled on Dabi.

  Right, this was still a business meeting. And as much as Dabi wanted to derail the conversation, Shigaraki would have his ass dusted if he didn’t do this. So setting aside the similarities between this hideous jacket and Puppy’s hideous jacket, Dabi began talking.

  “If you’re anything like the League, you’re transporting your shit in from Hanzai Port at the edge of Yokohama, right?”

  “…. Perhaps.”

  “It just so happens that the League gets our booze from a shipping company that also docks in Hanzai Port,” Dabi explained, grabbing one of the papers from the file he had next to him. “And we have several ways of hiding the more… regulated, stuff, in our transport trucks.”

  He held out the paper which had their trucking schedule for Overhaul to take. Instead the ragdoll took it, reading over it once before nodding to the birdman.

  “And how much of Trigger could you fit into these trucks?” Chisaki settled on asking.

  Dabi smirked. “Enough to get Trigger an established drug before the heroes and police knew what even hit Musutafu.”

  “I see…. Well, we’ll have to inspect how able your ‘League’ is able to store and hide Trigger in your city, and how exactly you would stow it, but other than that, this sounds… agreeable. Of course we’ll also have to establish what percentage of the income you will gain, but I will settle that matter with your leader rather than a mere foot soldier.” Overhaul nodded to the file. “Let me hear the rest of your business venture.”

  And just like that, things wheeled into place. The rest of the discussion was easy, the weird monster doll looking through the file and asking questions, interspersed by his boss asking some as well, and Dabi replying. Muscular mostly sat there, like the useless piece of shit he was.

  But throughout the conversation, the jacket thing still fucking nagged at Dabi in the back of his mind. Finally, he mentioned it as the conversation wrapped up.

  “…that’s a, real nice jacket you got there,” he said evenly. 

  Overhaul, who had been looking at some papers with gloved hands-fucking medical gloves, the weirdo-looked up. “Hmm? Why yes, thank you. Your own style is suitable to someone of your place in the world.”

  Jesus Christ he wanted to burn this motherfucker so badly. He reigned in his flaming tendencies. “You wouldn’t happen to have just gotten that from a store or something, would you?”

  “No, these are custom made. I will only allow the cleanest and highest qualities of fabrics to touch my skin.” Overhaul cocked his head, looking like an inquisitive finch. “Why do you ask these questions?”

  Dabi tried to shrug nonchalantly. Like fuck was he gonna put Puppy into this guy’s crosshairs, but he had to know. “I happened to see this one kid back in Musutafu who wore a jacket that looked just liked that.”

  And for some reason, when he mentioned that, something flashed in Kai, and he become much more alert.

  Kai leaned closer to Dabi, barely remembering his formality. “This child, did he have green hair and eyes? And had freckles covering his skin?”

  Instantly Dabi was on alert. Not only was this guy able to describe Puppy exactly, but he seemed way too interested. “Yeah, I think. What’s it to you?”

  “I-“ Kai caught himself, and stood up, Dabi quickly following him. When he spoke next, his voice seemed more measured. “I did in fact rescue a boy from an attacker recently. I happened to give him a jacket for reasons I do not need to bother telling you. Where did you see this boy?”

  Dabi had no idea about the thoughts Kai had been having for days, ever since he saw the green haired child. The dreams he had had about those eyes and lack of voice, the fact he was Quirkless echoing in his head like an angel’s choir. He didn’t know about the continued trips back to the other city in search of the boy again.

  But Dabi did know that he had no intention of letting a fucking Yakuza sociopath with terrible taste in fashion getting near his boyfriend.

  “Just in Musutafu. Why do you care so much?”

  But Overhaul waved him off, and began walking away. “That is my business. I will have my general manager review your League’s ideas and call to inform you of when we shall meet next. You may return to your city and wait. Good evening.”

  And just like that, the bird brain left.

  Fucking finally!

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  This was getting out of hand.

  Every since that day less than a week ago, that boy had completely invaded his thoughts. Those gorgeous emerald eyes, the splatter of freckles. Some thought that freckles were the kisses of angels on the human body. If so, this boy was truly blessed.

  He barely made his way into his personal rooms, only just remembering to lock the doors behind him. Thank goodness Eri had already been put to bed. He’d make it up to her in the morning; tonight, he needed privacy.

  The boy was still alive. And wearing his jacket. Had he affected the boy just as much as the boy had affected him?

  Kai Chisaki loosened his tie, and threw off his mask.

  This was most unusual. His heart rate was elevated, and his breathing was irregular. Why? Why did this boy, someone he had only spoken to once, affect him so?

  Was it because he had been viewing him for so long? No, he only did that because the child was Quirkless. And, now that he appeared healthier, gorgeous.

  So gorgeous.

  Kai palmed his growing erection through his pants. It was a rare occurrence for someone to excite him like this, but this boy was special. Quirkless.

  Ahh, Quirkless. It made him flush, just thinking about it. It was so rare to see a Quirkless person in this day and age.

  This boy was more than gorgeous, he was clean. Pure.

  Kai loved and treasured Eri, more than anything else in this world. Even more than eliminating the plague upon mankind, hence why he had abandoned the project using her Quirk when he realized what pain he would have had to put her through. Even the fact she had a Quirk, he could manage. It wasn’t her fault, after all. Yes, Eri was one of the most important treasures in the world.

  But the boy-he was a treasure as well. With his beautiful features, and Quirklessness. With his expressive face and not even needing to speak to say what he needed to. That body underneath that loose t-shirt, probably small and able to be picked up with just one arm. How was he when his face flushed? When he was still wet from a shower, the cleanest he could possibly be?

  Kai entered the bathroom, and locked the door behind him. He needed to take care of his current… excitement.

  And tomorrow, he would start to look for the boy with a new vigor

Xx

It was nine when Dabi finally arrived in Musutafu, and closer to ten when he managed to get to the bar.

  Puppy hadn’t responded to any of his calls or texts since the one before the meeting, where Dabi had called to tell his boyfriend to eat something that at least resembled something healthy. Doubtful he did since the bar was mostly junk food and cheap shit, but he had to at least try. But the lack of response was worrying.

   Puppy was usually up until ten or eleven, always waiting for Dabi. So he should have responded, right? At least he should have read the texts, but they were all unread. He tried convincing himself it was just his lack of sleep making him paranoid. Maybe his little boyfriend went to bed early. Maybe it was nothing.

  Or maybe not. Puppy freaked out last night. This was the second night. It was probably gonna be worse. Shit. And Shigaraki wasn’t fucking answering either!

  When Dabi barged through the door to the bar, it was more crowded than usual. Was Puppy even good in crowds? He didn’t know. Maybe he got anxious in them.

  Struggling his way to the bar, Dabi flagged Kurogiri down. Some drunks shot him dirty looks, but Dabi could hardly give two shits.

  “Kurogiri, where’s the kid?”

  The bartender bobbed his head-thingy over to the door behind the bar. “He is currently with Shigaraki. I do not suggest-“

  But Dabi didn’t listen, jumping over the counter and going through the doorway and up the stairs before Kurogiri could finish his sentence.

  Shigaraki may have been useful last night, but like fuck was Dabi gonna let Wrinkle-face anywhere close to his boyfriend for longer than necessary. The man-child was temperamental, what if he hurt Puppy. Fuck, what if he already had!? Was that why Puppy had responded?! No no no no no-

  When he burst through the door to Shigaraki’s apartment, it was dark. The only thing on were some fucking LEDs, but they illuminated the room well enough.

  So this was the blanket fort he’d heard about.

  If he weren’t worried to fucking death for Puppy, he’d be impressed.

  Okay, if Puppy were anywhere, he’d be in there, right? It seemed fun looking, and hadn’t someone said that’s where he had been last night. Just, where was the… entrance… oh, there. Dabi had to get on all fours and crawl through the blanket curtain.

  He thought he had thought of every possible thing he could see. The remaining ashes of his love. His puppy fine, just playing some stupid game. Fuck, even him having a conversation with Shigaraki.

  But he wasn’t prepared for the sight in front of him.

  Puppy was asleep in Shigaraki’s arms.

  Dabi stared, trying to understand the picture in front of him.

  Both looked to be asleep. Tomura looked slightly normal for once, face relaxed, eyes closed, and kinda at peace. His hair was actually falling in his face a little bit. One arm was acting as a pillow for himself with the other was draped across Puppy’s waist. And Puppy-he looked adorable. He was curled and tucked into Shigaraki’s chest, arms drawn up in front of him and rhythmically squeezing before relaxing. He tended to do that when he was dreaming- it was a cute trait of his.

  But he was doing it while cuddling someone who wasn’t Dabi.

  He was doing it with Shigaraki.

  No, Dabi didn’t like this at all. It felt wrong, if felt too personal, too intimate. What had he fucking missed in two days?! What the fuck had happened that HIS puppy was acting this fucking close to someone who wasn’t Dabi, when he wasn’t even having a nightmare!?

  Dabi moved forward and grabbed Puppy’s shoulders. Fuck this, Dabi was taking his boyfriend home to THEIR bed in THEIR apartment and cuddle the shit out of him. Back home and away from Shigaraki-

  Except when Dabi began pulling Puppy away from the blue haired man, the boy let out a whimper, and began struggling. Not to fight off Dabi, but to stay close to Shigaraki.

  “No… let me stay.” The kid was whimpering in his sleep, pitifully begging as his hands reached out to grab at Shigaraki. “Let me stay please… so warm… feels nice….”

  …..

  Goddamit.

  Dabi let go of his boyfriend. Fuck it, he was too tired for this shit, and if Puppy wanted to stay near the weird gamer, then fine. He wasn’t going to upset his little puppy. But like fuck was he spending another night without him.

  Dabi shed his jacket and kicked his boots off before settling behind his boyfriend, spooning him. The kid must have been awake in some way, because he somehow sensed Dabi near his head sleepily lifted it to allow Dabi to slide one arm under him so Puppy could use it like a pillow. Dabi’s other hand settled across Puppy’s chest, possessively pulling him close and clasping one of his boyfriend’s hands in his.

  A large feeling of satisfaction washed over him as Puppy smiled at the close contact with his recently traveled boyfriend, and how his butt wiggled against Dabi so they were closer.

  He didn’t really know what to feel when Puppy extended his free hand out to clasp Shigaraki’s shirt, or one of his legs went and hooked around Tomura’s.

  “Mhm… feels perfect… now…”

  …well, As Dabi leaned forward to bury his nose in his boyfriends hair, he couldn’t find it in him to disagree.

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  This time, Tomura was expecting the body tangled up with him when he woke up.

  He and Sprite had had another awesome day, and they easily went to bed cuddling, and not once had the brat have nightmares! Shigaraki didn’t even open his eyes when he woke up, he was so comfy and warm. There was an arm across his tummy and a warm pressure pressed against his entire front. But… there was some weird bulge thing between his and Sprite’s bodies. A blanket?

  Curious, Tomura opened his eyes only to stare into two blue ones.

  AAAAAAAAAAAAA-

  “Not a single word,” Dabi rasped, voice so soft and gravely from sleep it was barely comprehensible. Shigaraki stared, mouth agape. What the heck?!

  “What are you doing here?!” He whisper yelled. His Mage shot him an annoyed look before scooting forward, making Sprite press further against his chest.

  Shigaraki finally looked down to see what was going on.

  It wasn’t a blanket between him and Sprite, but Dabi’s arm. While Tomura was pressed against Sprite’s front, Dabi must have been completely flush with the kid’s back. One of Dabi’s legs was over one of Sprite’s, and his other arm was being used as the greenette’s personal pillow.

   No fair! Shiggy wanted Sprite to use him as a pillow, not Dabi!

  “You’re fuckin’ lucky Puppy likes ya, or I would have burnt you to ashes the minute I found you like that with him,” Dabi grumbled, arm flexing around Sprite’s body.

  The boy sighed at the action, and both men froze as the youngest in the cuddle pile slid one hand up to rest in Dabi’s open palm and his other arm pulled Shigaraki closer into him, to the point his nose was brushing against Tomura’s shirt. The leg not pinned under Dabi’s wrapped around Tomura’s.

  Neither man wanted to move away from the teenager, so they ended up even closer than before. And because he was shorter than both men, he was chest level with both as he slept blissfully. The pyro and decayer, however, were wide awake as their faces were mere inches apart, and Dabi’s hand pressed further into Shigaraki’s front and Shigaraki had to place his free arm around Dabi instead of Sprite to avoid it being crushed.

  Well, this was a bit… awkward.

  Dabi was the one who broke first, and with a weird smile. Why was he smiling? Shiggy didn’t get it, at all.

  “He’s really good to cuddle, isn’t he?”

  Tomura surprised himself by smiling back and looked down. “Yes, I think if cuddling was a game, he’d get first place!”

  “Probably. Which is why I can’t fault ya too much for doing it with him.”

  D-doing it? Did he mean- oh, that was- ew! N-not yet! He had to make Sprite his confirmed love interest first! Why was Dabi looking at him again oh no oh no bad bad bad bad he felt too warm in the face bad bad bad-

  “I meant cuddling, Wrinkle-face.”

  “O-oh….” That’s a relief!

  Dabi’s eyes narrowed though, and Tomura gulped. “I swear to whatever fucking deity that fucks with the human race, if you had touched him or hurt him in any fucking way, I’d-“

  “I never want to hurt him! Ever!” Tomura cut him off with a shout.

  He was horrified at the very idea of it! Sprite was precious, precious precious precious. Like a little rare forest nymph, granting the MC healing aid while on their journey. To hurt him would be like hurting a puppy, or a kitten! It was a horrible no good act he deplored!

  He wanted to keep yelling, but Dabi’s eyes flicked downward, and Tomura remembered who they were with.

  He felt Dabi’s hand flex again against his stomach. Being so close to Dabi’s face meant Tomura could see every little movement on it- the way his brows softened as he looked down at the boy. How his lips, which Tomura had only ever seen in a sneer, flat, or a good villainous grin, quirked up to the smallest hint of a smile. Dabi threaded his fingers into Sprite’s above the kid’s head and between Dabi and Tomura’s heads.

  Wow….. seeing all that, it made something weirdly nice and good run over Tomura’s insides. It was all so nice and… loving.

  Dabi loved Sprite.

  He really, really loved Sprite.

  All Tomura could see when he looked down was the open and relaxed look on the teenager’s face. The hand across his waist tried to press him closer to the smaller boy, and he saw the hand in Dabi’s palm lock in the interlaced fingers. The boy wasn’t favoring the mage or the MC, but rather giving them both an equal share of attention.

   Shouldn’t he be mad at that? Be annoyed and jealous that Dabi was clearly going to fight hard to keep Sprite? Not like how Dabi was also getting attention now that he was back?

  Why wasn’t he?

  Dabi was the one who first didn’t feel too jealous about the kid giving someone else affection.

  Shigaraki was the first one of the three to understand that if he wanted to be with the boy, he had to share him.

  And he was the first to admit that he didn’t mind that at all.

  It was a strange realization, for Tomura. All his life, he was taught that if he wanted something, he had to own it wholly and completely. Sensei said that anything you didn’t have complete control over could be used against you. And Tomura had wanted Sprite, he wanted him to be his.

  But, Dabi made the kid happy. Really happy. When he had had that nightmare, just the sound of Dabi on the phone calmed Sprite down. And it felt bad to take Sprite away from that kind of happiness and calm. And with the hand on his side and the body pressed against him, he kinda hoped that maybe, the boy got happiness and calm from Tomura too.

   “I want him to be happy… always.”

Xxx

  Had Dabi been fully awake and not in a haze of serotonin from cuddling his puppy, this entire situation would have gone very differently.

  It probably would have ended up with a loud argument, a half burned Shigaraki and a definitely burning pile of blankets, and a crying Puppy. Being half asleep curbed the flaming tendency, which let Dabi wait out and observe Shigaraki rather than attacking on sight. And he was glad he did.

  The villain was blushing. His eyes never once left Puppy’s body, but he wasn’t leering. Rather he was- well, fucking smiling. And not his crazy psycho ones either. A gentle smile, which for some reason reminded Dabi of the ones Puppy gave him when they woke up. Real nice and warm, and not meant to show someone else how happy you were. It was just there because you felt good inside.

  Dabi might not have been a genius when it came to softer body language like this, but he had a good idea of how he himself acted, and he could see all the signs on the other man.

  Tomura Shigaraki liked Puppy. Romantically.

  The second he recognized that, Dabi pulled his boyfriend tighter against his body rather than Shigaraki’s. Which is when he observed something really fucking interesting.

  Shigaraki wasn’t being possessive about the kid, at all.

  Dabi had fully expected a quiet game of tug-of-war once he pulled Puppy closer. He had expected his shitty boss to scowl or tell him he’d wake the brat up doing that. Maybe even threaten him and say the kid was his now, not Dabi’s. He had expected retaliation.

  Instead Shigarki didn’t fight it. His limp hand moved from Dabi’s side-which was a bit weird already-to lay on the ground where Puppy’s face had been nuzzling Tomura’s chest.  He didn’t even try and mess with Puppy’s hand, which had fallen away from his body when Dabi had pulled the brat closer to him. Tomura just sighed and kept on watching his boyfriend.

  That was really fucking weird.

  Now, Dabi wasn’t a pro at relationships. All he could say was what a healthy relationship was not. Hitting your significant other, degrading them-outside of fucking-keeping secrets, being overly possessive- he’d seen his shit dad do that, and look what happened. Fucked up kids and his mom in a mental hospital after being pushed to the brink. For the longest time, Dabi had been so fucking worried about him doing the first two with Puppy.

  But he didn’t even think too much about being possessive.

  One of the reasons his mom broke was because of the isolation and control Endeavor had over the entire family. At first, his dad had complete control over his life, isolating him from his brothers and sister. But once Shoto was born, and showed his Quirk, Touya Todoroki was quickly forgotten in favor of ‘The Chosen One’. It took that sudden freedom to realize how caged he had been, and how caged he still was despite not being the one under his fathers all consuming gaze.

  His siblings were never allowed to leave the compound. Never allowed to have friends. Any talking to anyone who wasn’t family or someone Endeavor personally introduced them to or wanted them to talk to was punished. Now that he was older too, he could see how extremely possessive his shit-hole dad was to his mom. Fuck, he could never remember her talking to a single other man other than once. And the night that had happened, Endeavor had done some… pretty bad things to her, afterwards.

  Dabi never wanted to be like that. Fuck that, to the highest degree. He wanted his puppy to be free and happy. He wanted his puppy to have friends and leave the house whenever he wanted to and always feel free to do what he wanted. Maybe even have a way to gain income so he could feel safe and know he had his own money. He wanted his puppy to come back to him everyday not because he needed to, but because he wanted to.

  And Puppy whimpered soon after Dabi pulled him away from Shigaraki. His free hand reached out wildly while the one in his squeezed down on his fingers. There was a little frown. He wanted Shigaraki’s touch.

  Dabi had never given thought to Puppy possibly wanting someone else. He didn’t like the idea too much. What if the kid decided he didn’t want him anymore? Dabi wasn’t anything special, really. But if his puppy wanted someone to cuddle, or maybe even…. Even care about more than platonically, then Dabi was fine with that. As long as his puppy was happy, and safe.

  And he believed Shigaraki when he said he wanted the kid to be safe.

  “Hey…” Tomura’s eyes snapped up to Dabi’s, and he tried to ignore the yearning he saw in them. “Come closer. It’s clear he wants to cuddle you too.”

  Tomura’s lips thinned and he scratched at his cheek. “You’re… okay with that?”

   Wow, he didn’t think he’d ever heard Shigaraki ask for anything akin to permission before. Damn. Maybe he really misjudged the guy.

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

  Once again, Dabi, being a pessimist, expected something bad. He expected Puppy to lean away from him once Shigaraki pulled the kid closer to his body. He expected to feel the few inches of space now between him and Puppy to feel like a fucking chasm as he watched his boyfriend distance himself from Dabi into Shigaraki’s arms.

  He seriously was bad at realizing how amazing the kid was though.

  Puppy didn’t wrap his arm around Tomura once his face was in Tomura’s chest again. Instead he grunted and reached behind him until he found purchase on Dabi’ arm. Then, he pulled. Pulled and pulled until Dabi moved closer out of a small worry his arm was gonna be tugged off. He didn’t stop pulling until Dabi’s arm was way over both Puppy and Shigaraki, and once that happened, he dropped both his and Dabi’s arms across the head of the League of villains. And yet again his butt wiggled back so Dabi was spooning him even though the kid’s legs were partially tangled with Shigaraki’s. With a satisfied hum, the brat’s breathing evened out again.

  To say both villains were shocked at the turn of events would be an understatement.

  Dabi was connecting dots at a speed that would have broken the sound barrier. He was still worried, but a whole lot of that was alleviated at the choice Puppy had subconsciously made.

   Shigaraki cared about the kid, and could calm him down after a nightmare. Shigaraki was able to have fun and play video games with Puppy. Shigaraki didn’t give a flying fuck that Dabi, who he openly didn’t like, was right next to him. Tomura fucking Shigaraki was letting Dabi have an arm over him and not being possessive over Puppy.

  Dabi had never given this kind of thing a passing thought. It was too much work and required attachments he hadn’t had. But if Shigaraki could be there for Puppy too, then that wasn’t just Dabi alone making his boyfriend happy.

  He was getting the amount of love he fucking deserved every inch of.

  “Fine, I give my blessing. Course, it’s all up to Puppy to decide.”

  Shigaraki furrowed his brows. “What? What are you talking about, man?”

  Wait, did Hand-Face not get it? Get how head over heels he obviously was for the boy sandwiched between them? That Dabi, Puppy’s confirmed boyfriend, just verbally said he gave his blessing, while both were holding said boyfriend, and Shigaraki didn’t understand? Understand what exactly Dabi was giving his blessing for?

  Then again, it was Shigaraki.

  Dabi sighed. Well, this could give him the time he needed to gauge Puppy’s interest in Shigaraki. See if this wasn’t a love arrow directed only to the point but also back to both forks.

  Dabi buried his head into Puppy’s fluff, just muttering for Shigaraki to go back to sleep.

  And, it would probably be funny as fuck to see Shigaraki flounder around his adorable boyfriend.

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  Shigaraki and Dabi were both woken up by high pitched squealing, and Dabi feeling the life squeezed out of him.

  Turned out, both the squealing and the squeezing were coming from a very awake teenager.

  Dabi’s words came out in strangled gasps. “Hey, kid,” he wheezed, “good to.. see ya too-“

  The kid hummed loudly, burying his face into Dabi’s shirt. It was so adorable. Shigaraki watched on, trying to ignore the wanting in his chest and wishing it was him the kid was hugging instead of Dabi. But the brat did seem really happy, so he couldn’t say anything.

  When Puppy finally pulled his head off of the pyro’s chest, he was smiling so hard his cheeks must have been hurting as he looked up at Dabi, humming happily. Dabi smiled back, running his hands through his green locks.

  “Damn, you must have missed me a ton if you’re squeezing this hard, huh?” Puppy eagerly nodded, and Shigaraki inexplicably had his eyes drawn to the butt wiggle Sprite made as he did. It was a really cute butt, how hadn’t he noticed this before?

Dabi, on the other hand, was more focused on the face in front of him, cupping his boyfriend’s chin and pulling the kid in for a consuming kiss.

  Just two days away, and the ache in Dabi’s heart, burns, his fucking piercings, for his puppy, was unbearable. He had blissfully forgotten the feeling of sleeping alone on a cold bed. The night he was away had been filled with memories of a time without the brilliant beacon of light and kindness he had in his arms right now, and he had hated every moment of it.

  There was a ravenous hunger to completely reclaim every single thing about the boy. His heart, his attention, his lips, his entire body….

  Dabi pulled up from the heavy kiss, smirking at the swollen lips and heavy blush on his boyfriend’s gorgeous face. “You have no idea,” he guttered, rubbing his thumb along The boy’s jaw, “how much I missed my little puppy.”

  One of Puppy’s hands came and rested on Dabi’s, pressing it harder against the side of his head. He didn’t need to talk for Dabi to feel and see just how happy Puppy was to be back in his arms.

  “I wish I could press x to skip this scene.”

  Right, Wrinkle-face. Keeping an arm around Puppy, he looked over at the other villain. Shigaraki had his head propped up with one hand. And despite the snideness in his tone, his face was relaxed. I now that Dabi knew what to look for, he could also see longing in his eyes.

  Wow, interesting. Too bad, though. Fucker got to cuddle and hug his puppy for two fucking days while Dabi was doing his dirty work. He kissed Puppy again, ignoring the scoff from beside him.

  “Jeez, I would have thought cuddling would improve party member bonds. Turns out you decided to ignore the rewards and stay an ass.”

  Puppy actually broke off the kiss and giggled-which, by the way? Fucking angelic. It made both Shigaraki and Dabi’s focus and attention snapped to the brat, shocked speechless and trying to ingrained it into memory. Still giggling, Sprite reached over and grabbed his notepad.

  ‘We cuddled together? And you didn’t get jealous? I’m really surprised!’ Puppy wrote to Dabi.

  The man opened his mouth to reply before shutting it and side eyeing Shigaraki.

  Ok, so sure, he remembered giving his consent for the gamer-obsessed man to pursue a relationship with his boyfriend. Said gamer-obsessed man was a fucking idiot, though, and probably didn’t realize he was making heart eyes every time he looked at the greenette. And as brilliant as Puppy was, the note made it look like the kid was oblivious to the other man’s affections.

  Which put Dabi in a predicament.

  Yes, he agreed to give consent to his baby being in another relationship, but if neither party of that other relationship even knew about the other’s feelings-which, Dabi still wasn’t sure about Puppy’s opinions or thoughts-then it obviously wouldn’t be pursued. But Dabi knew about it, which meant, if he wanted to, he could help Shigaraki achieve that relationship, or fucking trash it before it even begins.

  Dabi thought back to the night Shigaraki comforted Puppy. Dabi wasn’t there, but Puppy had said that Tomura had helped him out immensely. And Shigaraki was connecting to the kid in ways Dabi just didn’t. Puppy said Tomura was his friend, and from now he talked about it, Dabi believed that. And friends made good fucks and lovers. It was a way to make his puppy happier and more loved.

  And Dabi was always down for making that happen.

  “Actually, Wrinkle-face wasn’t all that annoying to cuddle you with. It felt… nice. Wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again,” Dabi stated.

  There was a loud thunk as the hand holding Shigaraki’s head up gave and his face went slamming into the floor beneath him.

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  After the incident upstairs that all three men silently agreed to ignore for three different reasons, they had descended to the bar below.

  The entire time, Dabi kept an arm wrapped around Puppy’s shoulders. Some said that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Well, for Dabi, absence had made his touch go into fucking overdrive with the need to be near his puppy. Not touching him for even a second felt like he was a million miles away. Fuck that-he was not letting go for a fucking second. And by how Puppy kept his arms around Dabi’s waist, he knew the kid felt the same.

  Shigaraki had set himself a bit apart from the couple on a barstool, besides Kurogiri. For a moment Dabi wondered if Kurogiri had gotten curious and had decided to check on the three of them sometime last night, but if the smoke man wasn’t saying shit, then Dabi wasn’t going to ask.

“Dabi, did the mission to Yokohama prove successful?” Kurogiri asked.

  Ugh, of course. Forget the fact he now had to deal with one idiot obliviously in love with his boyfriend and a boyfriend who may or may not have a thing for said idiot. Oh, and the fact that he had been introduced to Puppy’s savior, who may or may not also be looking for his boyfriend, and had to deal business with him. Nope, time to talk about his fucking job.

  “What can I say?” He scratched the burns on his neck, for once trying to hide his annoyance. “They said they were interested and then said they would call us for when they would next want to meet up with us. Seemed interested in… in a…”

  “In what?” Shigaraki asked impatiently.

But Dabi was a bit distracted by the greenette at his side. At first the kid had been pretty still, but then he had begun wiggling against him. Shuffling his feet, grabbing bunches of Dabi’s jacket and then letting go. The weird behavior was really distracting, and he wanted to figure out what was going on.

  “Dabi, what did they seem interested in?”

  The pyro looked away from the other villains and down to his boyfriend, offhandedly replying, “Uh, just wanted to check how good we hide our illegal booze in the trucks and how’d we store the Trigger, that’s it.”

  A blush was growing on Puppy’s cheeks, and now that he was looking, he could see the boy’s legs rubbing back and forth underneath the gaudy jacket. What, did he have to go to the bathroom? Dabi ducked down close to his boyfriend’s ear, trying to be quiet. “Something wrong, kid?”

  Green eyes flicked to his own, then down to his lips, then to his eyes again. The blush deepened, and Dabi was entranced as a little pink tongue came out to wet soft lips.

  Puppy took his hands off of Dabi’s waist and he fumbled around his his backpack. Dabi was getting real fucking confused and a bit worried with how Puppy’s breaths began to come out quicker and shallower and the red on his face spread to his forehead. Was it possible he was coming down with a fever?

  Finally, Puppy grabbed his notebook and began to furiously write something down, beginning to squirm even more as he leaned heavily against Dabi’s side. He all but shoved the notepad into Dabi’s arms when he had finish, little vocals being added to each breath. The writing was terrible and sloppy, with how hastily written it was.

  ‘Dabi, I’m so fucking horny right now and touch-starved I’ve missed you fucking me so much I’m going crazy. I don’t think I can last much longer.’

  “Yep! Loud and clear!” Dabi scooped his boyfriend up like a sack of potatoes, and he could feel the hardness poking into the shoulder and Puppy’s sexy little ‘ hng’ at having his dick pressed against the hard tones of his chest. “Sorry guys, we gotta dip.”

  Shigaraki stood up. “But-“

  “Nope! Sorry, so sorry, me and my Puppy have some important business! Coming through!” Dabi walked straight for the back of the bar, the quickest route to his motorcycle and home sweet lovemaking home. “So sorry, something came up. Crying shame, really. Can’t wait to say good bye.”

  “Hey, I-“

  “Say bye, Puppy!”

  Behind him he felt his boyfriend brace himself with one hand to wave with the other.

  “B- hah -yye everyone one.”

   Shigaraki had thought that the exit was strange. Very strange. But then Sprite had said goodbye to them, and Tomura had seen the brat’s face.

  It was completely flushed, his eyes just a tad glazed. That, combined with the downright wanton tone and strangled moan that came from the boy’s face, flipped a switch in Shigaraki as even he knew exactly how horny the teenager was, and how desperately he wanted to be fucked.

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  “Dabi….. I can’t wait….”

  The hands around his waist squeezed tighter, and he felt Puppy’s body lay more heavily against his back. His grip on the handles tightened, barely able to resist reaching back and grabbing a nice handful of his boyfriend’s ass.

  “Just another few minutes, baby,” he said through the helmet links. Shit, this wasn’t good. While he loved the fact the kid was getting handsy, it could cause him to crash if the kid touched the wrong thing at the wrong time.

  But Dabi had to do something or else he’d go crazy.

  “Puppy, listen to me very fucking carefully,” he tried to focus on the road and prep himself for what he was about to ask the brat. Okay, he could do this. “You can’t touch yourself or my cock until we get home.”

  There was a whimper through the line. “I-I’m sorry… I’m so hard, and I just keep in thinking of your fat cock ramming into my ass or your tongue and I can barely function… Dabbbbi!”

   Why did the kid have to become a fucking vivid orator when he got horny? It was hellish to hear when Dabi couldn’t do anything to retaliate or touch. “And as soon as we’re in the apartment building, I’m carrying you by your ass and I’m shoving my tongue down your throat all the way to our apartment.

  “But right now, I’m telling you what you can do until we’re out of public. Sound good?”

  “Yes!”

  “Good boy. Now, slide your hands under my shirt,” Dabi instructed. He shivered when fingers chilled by the wind glided across his abs. Puppy quieted as he quickly adjusted to being told what he was allowed to do, instantly becoming submissive. The only human sounds Dabi could hear through the headset was Puppy’s shallow breath.

  “Now, from now until we get back, you’re allowed to touch my nipples. Squeeze ‘em, roll them, stroke them-anything. And you can say what you want, too.” He already felt the hands begin sliding up, ready to tweak and tease. But Dabi quickly put a stop to that. “There is a catch though.”

  The hands stilled.

  He smirked as he continued. “If you can’t make me curse before we get back, you have to touch yourself while I watch. And you have to come before I even consider fucking your nice tight ass.”

  “Wha-what if I do? Make you curse?”

  “Then I’ll eat your ass out.”

  “Really!? Fuck, fuck , I wanna come right now just thinking of you doing it-“

  “If you come before we get home, you automatically lose. Got it?”

  He felt a nod against his back. “Got it. Can-can I start?”

  “Yep-“

  Already Dabi had to bite back a curse when the kid’s fingers came up and squeezed hard on his nipples without warning. He actually swerved a bit in traffic from the sudden pleasurable pain. Fuck, this kid was good.

  His puppy quickly went to work with the dirty talk, gently scratching his now pebbled nipples. “I-I missed you soooo much, Dabi. Every time I sat down that first day away from you, my ass hurt and I remembered how good you filled me, and how amazing it felt when I came or you came in me.

  “And then, yesterday, I took a nap and I dreamed you were there. And you-oh, fuck, I’m so hard just thinking about it-you made my entire body feel like it was on fire, and played with my ass and my cock at the same time. I woke up so hard and needing you, I had to sneak off to the bathroom.” His fingers pinched and twisted, making Dabi moan. Oh, Dabi was going to hear every last detail of that dream, fuck that was so sexy.

  But the idea of watching his boyfriend jerk himself off or finger himself open was too sweet to give in.

  Shit, they landed a red light. No going past it either-Dabi would have to wait. All while the brat, who was observant as fuck and had had several days to learn Dabi’s weaknesses, was trying his hardest to make him curse.

  Puppy suddenly switched tactics, going from hard and cruel to soft and sensual. “You know I love all your piercings?” Puppy said softly, rubbing his helmet up and down Dabi’s back. His hands stopped touching Dabi’s nipples to instead grope at his pecs, fingers on one side just barely grazing the staples he had below it.

  “The way your cock piercings feel as they drag against my insides, ah , fuck ,” Puppy moaned, the sound going straight to Dabi’s dick. “My ass is twitching just thinking about it~ sometimes I wonder what it would be like to feel them in my mouth.”

  “ Hng-Hahhh -“ Dabi could barely shoved down the ‘shit’ he wanted to scream. He certainly couldn’t stop the way his back curled outward, trying desperately to get the kid to touch his now achingly hard nipples.

  Thank fuck he was wearing his jacket. It was hiding the view of his boyfriend feeling him up in the fucking middle of traffic in Musutafu. And he was really fucking happy he decided on fully covered helmets. No way he could hide the pleasure on his face.

  Jesus, couldn’t the light go any quicker!?

Puppy decided to continue, his voice surprisingly confident. “I want to kiss every single one of your piercings and staples. They’re so fucking sexy, Dabi. I love them so much-love you so much.” His index fingers circled around his nipples, just barely not touching what Dabi so desperately wanted him to touch.

  “I always wonder if you’ll get more. And that idea makes me soooo horny, Dabi. Especially if you got nipple piercings-“ at the same time he said piercings, Puppy’s fingers finally returned to his nipples and squeezed hard.

  Dabi arched his back with a cry, forgetting all about the body wrapped around him and throwing his head back. He felt the helmet make contact with Puppy’s, but it didn’t matter.

  “Oh, you really liked that idea!” Dabi could fucking hear the mischievous glint in Puppy’s eyes and the impish smile. The entire time, he rolled Dabi’s poor abused nipples between his index and thumb. “I’d love it too. I don’t think I’d be able to stop licking and sucking on them. And once they’re healed enough, I’d bite and tug on them. I bet they would make you so fucking sensitive. It’s making me so hard thinking about it!”

  Where the fuck was this coming from. Puppy was always super subby, barely a hint of dom in him. If he was anything even close to it, he would be a bit bratty, with how needy he got. But Puppy had never been like this. This wasn’t a bratty sub teasing-this was a dom teasing their sub.

  Now, Dabi was usually a dom, and he liked it that way. To be in control, always have the upper hand. But on the rare occasion, he’d sub. And apparently, having the usually very submissive, very much bottom Puppy suddenly become a dom and completely in control of the situation was a huge turn on.

  But when had the kid gotten so confident? Confident and daring enough to suddenly turn the tables, even if Dabi told him off for it? Had the punk always been like this? Always been able to call the shots, make Dabi come or be chained up just with a few words? Or had it been hidden under years of abuse and hiding from those abusers, and only now that he was free to be who he wanted, this little Imp came out?

  Whatever it was, it was fucking hot.

  “Maybe we could get matching piercings, Hmm?” Dabi groaned at the suggestion. He was so close to coming. The assault on his nipples and the filthy words was too much to bare. If the kid disobeyed the original orders and touched his cock, Dabi was sure to cream his pants without even being stroked.

  “Sounds like- hah-“ puppy tweaked his fingers as Dabi panted. “A good idea..”

  “You should set an appointment then. For you, not me. For some reason, I think you’re one of those people who gets hard when they get a piercing or tattoo.”

  Damn, how did the kid know that?

  “Dabi~ it’s a green light.”

  Shit!

  The villain took off in a burst of speed, mind completely addled by the high his puppy was giving him. Damn, part of him almost wanted the ride to continue. He doubted the brat was gonna stay so dominant when they were home.

  “Think-think just a few words and you’re new attitude will get me to crumble? I’m stronger than that, baby,” Dabi snarked.

  He waited for an equally snarky or teasing response, but didn’t receive any. In fact, the fingers around his nipples let go and just held onto his chest. What? Dabi tried turning his head to see what was going on, but the brat was too short, and he could only see the top of his shiny black helmet.

  “Babe?”

  “I… sorry..” alarm bells went off in Dabi’s mind. That voice was way too quiet and solemn now. “I don’t know what came over me…. Sorry.. you-you probably like me better when I’m being good and not bossy and rude…”

  Fucking-okay, hello traumatized Puppy! Good to see you again after Dabi so stupidly fucked up! Shit, did he have to do this every time he had sex with the kid? Somehow hurt his feelings or make the kid feel shitty about himself?

  Dabi steered the bike with one hand while his other settled on the hands under his shirt. “Puppy, don’t apologize. I was into you teasing me and being in control. You weren’t being bossy and you sure as fu-“ right, the bet! “-you certainly weren’t rude. I like you begging for it just as much as I like myself begging.”

  “….. really?”

  “Definitely, and…” Dabi pulled into the apartment’s underground garage, the securing shutter of the garage door as he parked sounded like little victory bells. He slid off his helmet and turned to face Puppy with a smirk. “Looks like I won, Puppy.”

  The boy’s helmet came off with Dabi’s ministrations, revealing his puppy’s wide eyes, flushed cheeks, and open, panting mouth. Like a picture straight out of a dirty manga. Dabi pocketed the keys to the motorcycle and decided that he didn’t need to bother with the helmets today.

  In a single swoop, Dabi lifted his boyfriend off the bike and into his arms. Legs wrapped around his hips and arms around his shoulders as the villain plunged his tongue into the boy’s mouth.

  Fuck, he had forgotten how hard he could get just from kissing his little puppy. His saliva was like an aphrodisiac that intoxicated Dabi, leaving him desperate for more. Which his puppy so happily gave, again and again as he kissed back with as much fervor, grinding his erection against Dabi’s stomach. Fuuuuck.

  Dabi pulled back, a thin line of saliva connecting their tongues as they heaved for breath. He dug his hands into his baby boy’s perky little ass, earning a moan from the greenette.

  “You look good like this,” Dabi grinned, beginning to walk. “All lust-crazed and single minded. God, I missed fucking my horny little puppy.”

  Puppy mewled. Every single step Dabi made caused his achingly hard cock to jolt against Dabi’s clothes, sending shivers of pleasure throughout the smaller boys body. “Yes, so horny, so horny for you, Dabi. Mhm, I love it I love it I love you your cock feels so good I want it please haaah want you to claim my insides all over again,” he tried to grind circles against Dabi, and whined when Dabi’s firm grip on his ass kept him in place.

  Dabi mouthed at his puppy’s jugular, getting light headed at how submissively the boy lifted his head and gave him better access. He felt like a wolf with a rabbits neck in his jaws, only just stopped himself from clamping down and devouring the little bunny full. He sucked hard, determine to leave a huge mark right there for everyone to see.

  Shigaraki may like the kid, may one day have him in his own arms, but today, Puppy was his .

   He pulled off of the area with a wet pop, making a mental note to return to that later. “I want to watch you come apart with your own fingers first,” he growled.

   Alongside the sweetness of his lover’s skin and addictive high of his mouth, every step up the stairwell was filled with a new delicious taste-risk of discovery. With how cock-addled Puppy was, especially when Dabi would pull his ass down against his clothed dick whenever they reached a new level, Puppy probably didn’t even notice the risk. Dabi sure did. It felt amazing, knowing that at any point a tenant could come out and see Dabi in the midst of completely debauching this light filled fourteen year old boy.

  Dabi all but kicked down the door to his apartment, walking to the bedroom from memory. He couldn’t look because he was busy sucking on Puppy’s tongue. There was a feral grin on his face when his shins made contact with the bed.

  He deposited his boyfriend onto the covers, enjoying the small “oof!” when he did. Puppy scrambled to his knees, trying to claw at the villain’s clothes.

  “Sorry, Puppy,” Dabi teased, stepping back, “you lost the game remember?” Puppy’s eyes went wide as plates. “Now I get to see you pleasure yourself to ecstasy. Clothes off, now.”

  Puppy nodded eagerly and got straight to work, throwing off his jacket and shirt to the farthest corner of the room. His shorts and shoes came off soon after, leaving his puppy completely bare and visible to Dabi. The teenager’s cock was already swollen and dripping precome, hanging heavy between his kneeling legs. Like the perfect picture of obedience though, Puppy waited for Dabi’s commands.

  Dabi pulled up the chair from a corner of the room and put it at the foot of the bed. A perfect place to watch. Hmmm, what should he have his Puppy do? He remembered how his baby mentioned he had a wet dream, and a smile spread across his face.

  “Puppy, I want you to pleasure yourself as you tell me in exact detail what I did to you in that dream you mentioned. And you can’t stop until I see you come. Got it?”

  Puppy nodded, leaning over the bed to grab one of the tubes of lube they had been using only a few days ago. “Y-yes, Dabi. Can-can I use the lube?”

  “Of course, baby,” he purred, pulling out his cock and giving it a few strokes. This would be a show to remember.

  His boyfriend started by trailing his hand up his own bare thigh. “Well, I-I was in the apartment, on the couch. And you just came home.” His hand moved up his body to his chest. “A-and you pushed me down and t-told me you weren’t going to let me go until I- ah, I had come so hard I passed out.”

  His fingers toyed with his nipples. Dabi watched breathlessly as his other hand came and wrapped around his thick cock, gathering the precome as lube and stroking. His eyes were squeezed shut and the blush began reaching down to his chest. “ Oh, oh fuck- and then, hah, youuu pushed me until m-yyy ass was in the air, and was laid bare for you to- ugh, do wwhatever you wannnnnted” the last words turned into a loud moan as he threw his head back and began jerking himself off.

  “And then?” Dabi prodded, squeezing the base of his dick. He didn’t want to come too early, but the sight of his puppy pleasing himself was a good one.

  The hand on his chest turned to the bottle of lube, expertly opening it with one hand and squeezing some onto his fingers. “Th-then you wrapped your thick, warm, so fucking good and nice hand around my cock and began jackin’ me off.” His lubed up hand went behind him, “and then- oh shittttt.” His eyes opened only to roll to the back of his head.

  Dabi knew what his Puppy was doing behind him, but he couldn’t see anything. That wouldn’t fucking do.

  “On your back, baby.” Puppy looked at him blearily, and Dabi growled, “plant your feet and lift you ass so I can see it all.”

  Puppy nodded and did just that, giving the villain a perfect view of his boyfriend’s pelvis. His right hand, wrapped around his leaking cock. His left hand, already two fingers and knuckles deep into his pink, twitching ass.

  Perfect.

  “Keep going. What did I do next?”

  “You- hng, hah- began fingering me, and, fuck.” He began scissoring himself “st-started with no lube and it felt r-really good a-and-“ he added a third finger and began pistoning in and out, the hand on his leaking cock going faster. “Oh fuck, so good so good, I’m gonna come, Dabi, Dabi, I’m gonna come- Hng!”

  Puppy arched into his hand as streaming ropes of come painted the boy’s stomach and chest. He stayed tensed until the last weak spurt, when he collapsed, fingers still deep in his asshole.

   Fuck, that was so fucking sexy.

  Dabi wasted no time in getting rid of the rest of his clothes and crawling onto the bed, setting in front of his little boyfriend. Fuckkkk, he was so hard. “Perfect show, babe.”

  Puppy whimpered and cracked an eye open, panting heavily. The heaving of his chest caused the come on it to rise, catching his attention until he had to reach out and collect it on his fingers. The kid watched as Dabi greedily sucked down his seed. “Love you… so much.”

  Dabi smiled around his fingers. God, he tasted so good. “You have me so fucking hard, want to rail your ass into the mattress and break the bed.”

  One of the most amazing things about teenagers? The recovery time.

   Puppy bolted to attention and took his own hand out of his ass, eyes wide. “Yes! Yes! Please fuck me! Break me, I want every step to be a reminder I’m yours for days,” he keened, pulling his knees to his chest and giving Dabi another lewd view of his puppy’s backside. His cock was already starting to twitch back to life. He looked up at Dabi with downright sinful eyes.

  “I want your dick so fucking badly, Dabi. I might go crazy if you don’t stuff me and- Ah! ” He cut himself off with a scream.

  Dabi didn’t waste a fucking minute to prep, grabbing a hold of Puppy’s thighs and slamming into his boyfriend’s insides with a single harsh thrust.

   He hissed at how his ass clamped down on Dabi in a vice grip. Despite the minor prep, it would have been better it he had lubed his cock up first-still, judging by the joyful smile on his puppy’s face, he didn’t think it was a problem he rushed things.

  “It should be fucking illegal, how good you are at dirty talking,” Dabi growled with a grin, grabbing Puppy’s legs and almost bending him completely in half. “Fuck, you’re so tight and good.”

  Hands twined around his neck, pulling both Dabi’s body and Puppy’s legs flush with the teenager’s chest. Dabi, shocked, tried to pull back so the kid didn’t literally snap in half, but he was frozen by a kiss.

  Later, he would realize that was the first time Puppy had ever been the one to fully initiate a kiss. Sure, it had been in the throes of passion, so it didn’t count as much, but it would leave him with questions on exactly how willing and confident the kid was. Currently, he was still as a deer in headlights as Puppy pulled back.

  A blush covered his baby’s cheeks, highlight the freckles adorably covering his face. Hair, wet with sweat, with pushed back away from his forehead. Puppy’s eyes were shining with love, adoration, joy-almost every single positive emotion there was, directed right at Dabi. And his smile? It was blinding.

  He was so, so beautiful.

  When Puppy spoke, he was breathless, but the love didn’t leave his eyes. “Dabi….. fuck my brains out.”

  “….. GODDAMNIT!”

  Dabi had fucking intended on starting off slow, due to the lack of lube. He had intended on being slow and sensual and having Puppy coming apart slowly. He certainly wasn’t intending to keep the fucking brat in the current folded position he was in. But apparently, his boyfriend was way more flexible than he appeared, and what his boyfriend wanted, his boyfriend got.

  Going into a kneel, Dabi picked up his little puppy’s body and slammed him down into Dabi’s cock. Puppy gave a choked cry, but the villain didn’t give him a moment to recuperate, thrusting up into him again.

  “Why is it,” he hissed into his boy’s ear, “you like me almost breaking you apart? Do you know just how much I get off on being rough with you?” Slam “how much I like you begging me to fuck you hard, like you’re my little bitch in heat?” Puppy moaned again, and tried to speak. Slam. “Oh, you like me calling you my bitch in heat? That’s what you are, little puppy.” Slam “Maybe not a bitch, but you’re acting like you’re in heat, getting horny right in front of everyone earlier.” Slam “Presenting yourself for me, dreaming about me fucking you,” slam “ coming from the very thought of-” slam “-my fingers inside you.”

  Puppy tried nodding, helpless against his quickening thrusts. “Yes!” He screamed. “Yes! Your boy, your bitch- ugh, hng, hah- wanna be with you forever~! Ah, ah, harder, harder , don’t stooooop.”

  And Dabi didn’t, barely able to maintain a rhythm with how fucking fast he was going. There wasn’t any actual thought in his head, only a primal feeling of mine. Claim. Fuck.

  “ Ah ah ah ah coming, coming! No, don’t stop, fuck me as I-I-fuck!shit shit FUCK COMINNNNG!”

  The already sticky skin contact between their two bodies became slick with ejaculate, as the younger boy spasmed arms around Dabi’s neck and head thrown back. “Hng, fuck!” Dabi cursed against the insides strangling his cock, just increasing his pleasure tenfold.

  And still, the kid was speaking, voice half delirious.

  “Keep- keep-keep fucking me. Fuck- hahhahhahfuckfuckfuck- so hard I come again, again Dabi. I love you so much. So fucking much fuckfuckfucksogoodhurtssogood I love itttt!”

  Dabi felt any semblance of self control snap completely as he was driven feral by the boy’s words of harder, faster, break me. He pushed against the vice grip with ease, bringing the smaller body down to meet his thrusting cock for a hard and wet smack again again and again-

  “Fffffuuuuuuck!”

  He bit down on a bicep, distantly aware of the pleasured scream in his ears and the coppery taste flooding his mouth. Any concern was replaced by lust, even the smallest humane part of him taking the pleasure in the scream as the consent it was to bite down.

   Sharp nails dug into his skin and dragged down walking the fine line between pleasure and too much pain as they hit the staples in his burn scars and he both felt and heard a pop from his back. Fuck it hurt so good so good so good-

  “Coming! Oh shit, coming again, Dabi!” Puppy wailed against him, nails drawing blood, “comingagainagainagain-“

  Dabi could feel himself tightening up too, getting sloppier, quicker, trying to bury himself as he fucked fucked fucked that little ass. He bit down harder on the arm.

  “FuckfuckfuckPuppy-“

  “DabiDabiDabiDabi-“

  “FUCK!”

  “DABIII!”

   Throwing his head back with a roar to match his lover’s howl, he came deep into his puppy.

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  Panting, Dabi completely collapsed in a tangle of limbs onto the bed.

  Fuck…. When was the last time he went that hard? He was still riding the aftershocks of the orgasm, but his head was no longer hazed by lust. Did he…. oh shit he bit Puppy really really hard-

  “Kid, can you show me your arm?” Dabi tried rolling off the brat, realizing just how folded he was. Goddamn when did that kid become so flexible? And why didn’t he tell Dabi about it before he left?

  “Mhmmmmm…” was Puppy’s only response, head rolling when Dabi repositioned him so his legs were no longer against his chest. He was like a sexy rag doll, just letting him maneuver his body however he wanted, letting Dabi see the injured arm. This…. Wasn’t good.

  He had bitten down hard. Blood was flowing pretty badly out of the wound, staining the sheets and making Dabi snap out of any haze. It also made him aware of the pain in his back and the feeling of liquid trickling down.

  Shit. Shit shit shit.

  Dabi got out of bed, ignoring the loud whine as he did. “Need first aid, kid,” was all he said as he stumbled to the bathroom.

  As he reached down to grab the kit, he saw his back in the mirror,

  Holy shit.

  Bloody scratch marks ran from his shoulders all the way down to the small of his back. The kid had torn out three staples from scratching, causing his burnt skin to almost peel and reveal the sensitive epithelial layer between the burnt and unburnt skin. Shit, looks like he needed to receive some first aid too.

  When he came back into the bedroom, Puppy was whimpering and clutching the sheets before looking up. “W-what did I do wrong?” He asked, lips trembling.

  Dabi sighed. Shit. Of course the kid was too sensitive to be left alone after sex. Which was absolutely fine, of course. Dabi used to get pissy after sex until he began cuddling with Puppy afterwards. He crawled into bad, running a hand through the kid’s sweat-soaked hair.

  “Nothing, baby,” Dabi assured, opening the kit with one hand. “I just needed to get the first aid kit because I hurt you. Really badly.”

  “Did… you? Oh, I guess that hurts a little bit, I guess.” Puppy looked down at the bite mark and tried pushing himself up before wincing and lying back down. “It’s not too bad.”

  Guilt began spreading through Dabi’s entire body. No. This wasn’t good. His puppy shouldn’t be fucking smiling at him like Dabi was the brightest thing he’d ever seen. He should be trying to treat the fucking bite mark that Dabi caused.

  “No, kid…” fuck, his voice was cracking. “I just hurt you… that might fucking scar, and I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I shouldn’t have done that. Can I- shit, can I try and treat that? It needs to be disinfected and wrapped.”

  Puppy nodded, blush and glazed eyes fading to be replaced by a frown as he held up his arm.

  “Dabi… it didn’t…. I-I liked you doing it, when we were close. I kinda… liked how rough you were.”

  “Well I don’t like how rough I was,” Dabi snapped. The guilt intensified as Puppy shrunk back. Shit, this wasn’t good at all.

  “I’m sorry. I just…” how was he going to explain this? HE didn’t even fully understand why he felt so shitty about being so rough.

  Dabi had been way rougher and way kinkier with previous partners. Bondage, toys, burns, voyeurism-he’d done a lot. A bloody bite was minuscule compared to other things he’d done during sex. But those were with adults, people who didn’t fucking matter to him, people who he didn’t give a rat’s ass about.

  Puppy was… a kid. A poor, dependent, heavily abused kid. He was fucking fourteen years old. When they had sex, he wanted to make love to his boyfriend, not just fuck. Wanted to shower his lover with praise, not degradation. He wanted to only bring the kid pleasure, not pain.

  “Listen, can I touch your arm?” He couldn’t look at his boyfriend as he spoke. “I know I snapped at you, and you didn’t deserve that at all, and I’m sorry. But I want to try and explain why what we just did was a little messed up.”

  Dabi heard a sniffle. “S-so I did do something wrong?”

  “What? No! Not… not exactly. I mean, you did scratch out some staples-“

  “What!? Turn around, right now!”

  Dabi looked up at the sudden change in tone. The sniffly and weepy face he had expected instead had bright determined eyes and a set jaw. “It’s fine, I can handle it, your arm-“

  Puppy cut him off, eyes burning as he forced Dabi to turn away from him and grabbed the med kit. “I’ve gone entire schooldays bleeding out of huge fresh burns on my arms and legs, I can handle a few minutes as I replace your staples!”

  Half shocked, half amused, Dabi let it happen, quietly warming at the bossy tone in his boyfriend’s voice. He never would have done this two months ago, and now, he had grown so much.

  Hands trailed up and down his back, mumbles spilling out of the mouth behind him. “I didn’t even notice I had scratched that bad, I guess the flexibility routines I’ve been doing have made me stronger. Then again I haven’t been trimming my nails all that much. I always wondered why you have staples, I guess it’s to help connect the skin from being necrotic and to protect the sensitive bit between the burnt and unburnt. Ooh, Dabi, do I need to do something special for the burned skin?”

  Dabi shoved down a chuckle. His puppy was so cute. “Just pull it up a bit to overlap with the unburnt and use the stapler in the kit. Pretty simple.”

  “Oh, okay! Man, I need to update my notebook on these staples and burns. Also, I don’t think you’ve been removing the piercings for your mouth and you said yourself you needed to do that more!” The teenager chastised, pinching his skin together. “Okay, this is gonna hurt a little bit…”

  Dabi just grunted when he felt the staple pierce his skin twice. Eh, he’d done this plenty of times. Usually alone, but it was nice to have someone able to get to the harder to reach places. Puppy tried to apologize, but he brushed it off.

  “Look, kid…” Dabi tried to gather his thoughts as he felt the brat apply antibiotic to the deep scratches. “Me biting you, calling you those names… we should have discussed if that was okay earlier. Should have said what was okay to do during sex and what’s not.”

  A pause on his back. “But… I thought you liked it. It felt really good when you said those things, and you sped up too.”

  He sighed. “While I might have been into it in the moment, I don’t like… I don’t like saying those things to you, or hurting you like that. It makes me feel really bad.”

  “But I’m okay with it! I-I know you love me, and if I asked you to stop, you would have!” Puppy tried to argue back.

  Dabi turned his head to try and look at the kid’s face. “Listen, even if YOU’RE okay with it, I’m not. And part of a relationship is respecting boundaries. I went a bit cock-crazy back there, and I did things I wouldn’t normally do. Would you say that you like being called a bitch?”

  “…. Not…” the stubborn gaze faltered, “not… really. I guess I… I don’t like the thought of you using names like that on me. It just felt really good when you said them earlier. Wasn’t that weird?”

  He turned around, grabbing the first aid from Puppy and beginning to treat the still bleeding arm. He didn’t think he’d be talking about play sessions and kinks today, but life’s funny.

  “Sometimes during sex, people do things because they’re caught in the moment. And if the both of us made that mistake, it’s not okay, but it isn’t a horribly bad thing as long as we learn from it. This is going to sting.” Puppy hissed as he applied antiseptic to the wound, but nodded for Dabi to continue.

  “I’m not comfortable biting you or scratching you so hard I draw blood. And I don’t like degrading you as badly as I did earlier,” he explained, beginning to wrap gauze around the bite.

   “And I…” Puppy scratched his head with his free arm, “I don’t think I’d like if you call me things like bitch, or-or slut. I don’t mind being called horny or a begging puppy when we’re in private, but I don’t like the thought of you saying mean things.”

  Dabi nodded, almost feeling…. Lighter. It was so important they had this conversation on what they were comfortable with during sex. “And the whole…. Folding you in half thing?”

  There was that adorable blush again. “I’ve been doing flexibility routines when you’re gone. I mostly was doing it for fun, but I have wanted to t-try that out with you. Is that okay?”

  Dabi began laughing. Of course his boyfriend decided to begin getting more flexible, working out, just because he was bored. Of course his puppy was worried about Dabi not liking the fact he could literally bend his boyfriend in half without snapping his back.  Of course. Fuck, he loved this kid.

  “Yes, it’s absolutely fine. If you want to give actual workouts a try too, the League has a training area at the edge of the district we workout at.”

  “Really? And it wouldn’t be a problem?” Puppy gaped, eyes bright. Dabi smiled, finishing off the bandage.

  “Yeah, I can take you there sometime.”

  His boyfriend grinned and nodded. But, back to the more important conversation.

  “Do you know what safe words are?”

  Puppy surprisingly nodded. Or maybe nodded surprisingly. Kids were learning shit younger and younger these days. “Okay, well, I want us to have a safe word. Beyond the usual traffic light shit, which we’d still do. The safe word will stop anything we’re doing completely. Mine is Todoroki.”

  His boyfriend nodded and thought for a moment. “Uh….. how about…… Boogara, for mine?”

  “… is that even a real word? Like, sure, it’s your safe word and up to you, but I’m genuinely curious.”