Tomura is a rich, spoiled brat. Despite that fact, Touya has been his friend since they were kids. Tomura’s father owns the complex Touya lives in, his place on the level beneath Tomura’s penthouse. Recently, it’s become your space, too, ever since Tomura insisted you move in. You’re his doll.

From what Touya’s picked up, you seem almost oblivious to what’s going on around you. All you know for sure is that the company Tomura’s father owns isn’t entirely legit. Tomura’s home office being off limits, the heavy security of the home, meetings you aren’t allowed to be present for—you’ve had to at least pick up on that much being shady. At the same time, Touya’s seen the way Tomura reacts when you do ask questions.

You’ve no clue about what Touya was sent to do to that boy who had been bothering you on campus, or that teacher who failed you. No, you shouldn’t worry your pretty little head.

The way Tomura’s been flaunting you as of late has come to bite him in the ass. Every potential threat to Tomura knows who you are now—who you belong to—and therefore, exactly who it would hurt if something happened to you.

You shouldn’t leave Tomura’s side from now on, he decided you should stay in the penthouse indefinitely. You argue that no, you still have a life!

It’s where Touya, ‘Dabi’ to you, comes in.

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Dabi fights Tomura tooth and nail about it, the demotion of the century. ’I didn’t sign up for this shit’, ’It isn’t my problem this dumb girl’s in too deep’, ’I’m not a glorified fucking babysitter’.

But Tomura pays his wage, and maybe Dabi owes Tomura for the way he took him in. It is Dabi’s problem now; watch you at all times, protect you from danger.

While he’s irritated by being given such a demeaning job, and he doesn’t really like you, he isn’t blind. He knows you’re hot, he can’t deny it even now as he glances over at you, one hand on the steering wheel, his other hand over his thigh, boot pressing down on the gas to drive you to your university campus.