Fiancé | Dabi x Reader

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Slowly, you opened your eyes, feeling the warmth of the morning sun streaming through the curtains. As you shifted slightly, you became aware of the strong arm wrapped around your waist. Blushing, you turned your head to glance at Dabi, a familiar crooked smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Memories of the previous night flooded your mind, and a wave of warmth washed over you. It had been the first time Dabi had spent the night with you, and it made you wonder about the nature of your relationship with him. Were the two of you lovers? Or were the two of you simply two people who found solace in each other's presence? Dabi had never given your relationship a title or any sort of definition, yet here you were, intertwined in bed with him.

Pushing the thought aside, you turned onto your side, your back now facing Dabi. You debated staying in bed a little longer, enjoying the moment of intimacy. But duty called, and you reluctantly decided to get up and prepare for work.

Just as you were about to move, Dabi instinctively tightened his hold, pulling you closer to him. His breath tickled against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Your blush deepened as you couldn't help but find comfort in his touch.

"I really have to get up for work," you whispered, trying to fight off the temptation to stay in this sweet embrace just a little longer.

Dabi's voice, husky with sleep, was filled with longing as he replied, "Can't you let me have this moment? I want to hold you a little longer."

You hesitated, your heart fluttering at his words. You were torn between your responsibilities and the warmth radiating from Dabi's embrace. But, in the end, you agreed to stay for just a minute longer, wanting to savor the warmth and closeness you shared with him. After all, these stolen moments were rare and precious.

As the minute passed, you finally convinced Dabi to get up and prepare for the day with you. Reluctantly, he let you go, watching you with tender eyes as you rose from the bed. After all, you and Dabi couldn't linger in bed forever.

"Do you want to shower together?" You asked, cheeks painted a delicate pink as you suggested yet another intimate moment.

A mischievous grin spread across Dabi's face, his eyes glinting with anticipation. "Now you're speaking my language," he said smugly, getting up from the bed.

With a laugh, you slightly hit his shoulder before leading the way to the bathroom. Your hand intertwined with his, conveying a silent promise of more stolen moments hidden away from the world.

After a refreshing shower, you and Dabi emerged from the bathroom, steam still lingering in the air. It never struck you until that moment, and your heart skipped a beat as you realized Dabi didn't have any spare clothes with him. Instantly, you rifled through your closet, searching for something suitable. Your eyes landed on a large t-shirt you usually wore to sleep and a pair of men's shorts you had purchased a long time ago but abandoned as they weren't comfortable.

"Here," you said, handing the clothes to Dabi. "These should fit you, at least for now."

Dabi accepted the clothes with a small nod of thanks, his gaze focused intently on the fabric. You couldn't help but notice his muscular frame as he held the clothes against himself, trying to gauge the fit. Your eyes traced the contours of his body, and in that moment, your admiration was abruptly interrupted by the sight of scars scattered across his skin.

Curiosity tugged at your mind, prompting you to speak up. "Where did you get those scars?" You asked softly.

Dabi's eyes flickered hesitantly, a brief glimpse of vulnerability crossing his features. He remained silent, his discomfort evident. You understood his reluctance to share, so you quickly changed the subject, not pushing for an answer.