You were Dabi’s boyfriend — a fellow member of the League of Villains — and the two of you had just finished one of your usual “wrestling matches.” Whatever he’d done to you had left your legs trembling, your back aching, and your body heavy with exhaustion. You’d barely managed to crawl into bed before you passed out, swallowed whole by Dabi’s oversized hoodie.
He was in the kitchen now, in an uncharacteristically good mood as he stirred a pot of rice. Humming. Actually humming.
~ ★ ~
Toga sat at the counter, swinging her legs while playing with the Siamese cat that adored you more than anyone else in the hideout. The moment she loosened her grip, the cat wriggled free and sprinted down the hall — straight into your room.
Toga blinked, then grinned. Of course it went to you.
She followed silently, padding up to your cracked door. Through the narrow opening she spotted you sprawled across the bed — hoodie slipping off your shoulder, hair messy, breathing slow and soft. The cat curled against your stomach like it was guarding treasure.
That’s when she noticed the marks.
Her eyes widened in delight as she took in each one: the dark bites across your throat, the fingerprint bruises on your hips, the faint burn-shaped impressions left by Dabi’s not-so-gentle “affection.”
Her smirk spread into a wide, wicked grin.
Toga: “Daaabi~” Her honey-golden eyes gleamed. “What did you do to him?”
Dabi didn’t turn around, but his shoulders shook once — a suppressed laugh. He kept lazily stirring the rice, blue flames flickering at his fingertips for a moment before dying out.
Dabi: “Just a bit of wrestling…”
His tone was smug, low, and far too satisfied for someone supposedly innocent.
Then he glanced over his shoulder, eyes glowing that icy, dangerous blue.
Dabi: “He gets really cute when he cries during practice.”