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⪼ 𝚆𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚆𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍.⪻
Hanae Yami's childhood had been a rough one. Cast aside, abused and tormented, she took to hiding in the shadows, her safe zone. But the dark ca...
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Dabi opened his eyes to the soft glow of Yami's bedroom, light leaking from behind beige curtains. He felt a heavy weight on his chest and looked down to see Yami's head on his chest, her mouth slightly open as she softly breathed in and out. He noticed she was wearing his hoodie. When did she put it on?
Last night had been mind-blowing for both of them. He passed out on her bed after a while. That's when she must have slipped his shirt on. Just like he expected, she was quiet in bed, too, with little whimpers and whines. If he was lucky, he'd get to hear a small chant of his real name that would make him go insane.
He gulped, his heart hammering in his chest when she nuzzled into him when he tried moving. It was too early for him to be feeling this. This sensation of something dancing his chest, this tingly and fuzzy sensation of something coursing in his veins, something he didn't feel last night when they were both clouded with lust and desire. He was scared to give in to it.
Letting out a long exhale, he glanced down at Yami again. He gently put her head on the pillow and sat up. He couldn't afford to get obsessed with her cuddles. He watched her serene face for a few seconds longer than he'd like to. With a grunt, he got up from the bed and put on his boxers and sweatpants. He felt a stinging sensation when the air hit his back and checked the mirror to see crescent moon-shaped marks of Yami's nails on his back.
"Dang," he whistled with a smirk.
He stalked into the kitchen and threw the fridge open, his nose scrunching when he saw only raw vegetables and fruits. Frying anything from the freezer was out of the question. "If you want to heat something, use the microwave and if you want to use the stove, come to me," he blabbed in an imitation of Yami's voice.
He opened the freezer and blankly stared at it until he spotted a tub of ice cream. He pulled it out and took a spoon, leaning by the counter as he shoved ice cream in his mouth. He saw Yami appear at the door, putting her hair up with a claw clip. He noted she had thrown on a pair of biker shorts.
"Good morning- Toya... are you seriously eating ice cream for breakfast." She gaped, staring at the tub on the counter.
"There's no law that states you can't eat ice cream for breakfast." He pointed the spoon at her, "I don't see why people have decided certain foods can't be eaten for breakfast."
"When you wake up, you gotta eat something that energises you for the rest of the day," He caught on to how she was avoiding his eyes as she rummaged through the kitchen, putting a pan on the stove and taking out a few eggs, "Put the ice cream away. I'll make us some food."
"Look at me."
"I'm busy." She replied as she greased the pan and cracked an egg inside.
As he put another spoonful of the cold treat in his mouth, he wondered if he had done something that upset her. Was she regretting last night? He wasn't one to care but oddly found himself worrying about things he would consider unimportant when it came to her. Shrugging to himself, he decided to take the ice cream out onto the couch.
