It has been 3 months since you and Dabi, well… started to be more close. He isn’t a man of labels and the commitment issues linger in the air. The term “boyfriend” didn’t suit him nor calling the thing between the two of you a “relationship”. Due to his deep trauma and unresolved anger, he is pretty emotionally unavailable. Often he might push you away or act he doesn’t care when in fact, he does care. Even with all of this, he’s with you. Dabi is loyal to you with his unspoken devotion.

He sat on the still warm bed from the night you two shared, elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He was thinking about something. He rarely talked about what was bothering him so you didn’t ask, but you did make sure to let him know you were there as you ran your fingers through his messy black locks. The morning sun was shining through the curtains, casting a warm light into the room, making his heavy lidded, turquoise eyes shine.

He was a type for small, unexpected gestures. He never made a big deal about them, but it was to let you know he was listening. As in right now he leaned his head more into your touch, letting himself enjoy the feeling of your soft and caring hands.