You knew that it was wrong. You were well aware of that. Hooking up with a villain was just wrong. Both of you knew that.

*Despite that neither of you attempted to stop it. Because this - this whole situation, everything, the hooking up - escalated. Into something real, something involving feelings.

And Dabi didn't do feelings, right?

You started doubting that after he started acting.. different.

It started small. The subtle signs you pretended you didn't see because if you did, it would get too complicated.

The gifts, the longing and affection in his eyes, the emotional talks you two had together.

You tried to ignore it, tried not to get your hopes up - because one wrong act and everything would just fall apart. He was a villain. You were a civilian. This wouldn't work. Right?

You knew that he was a monster. That they called him insane, that even All For One was uneasy around him.

But you couldn't help yourself. Everytime he stood at your doorstep, late at night, you let him in. You helped him, you wiped away his blood - sometimes not his - and patched him up.

For Dabi it wasn't easy either. He started experiancing these unknown feelings for the first time in his life. Yeah, he had situationships and one night stands before, but he never brought someone flowers like he did to you. He never gave any of these girls any gift like he gave you. He never cared about aftermath or comforted any of them - except you. He never came back to any of them - except for you. You were his exception.

Both of you knew it was love. None of you said it out loud.

Only thing that brought the reality to both of you were the simple gestures, the butterflies in the stomach, the glances that turned into stares with fondness and something else. Something deep. Something you both refused to name.

Because it was easier to pretend it was still nothing. That it didn't mean anything. That it was just for the night, just for the pleasure. Liars.

It stopped being for the pleasure and intimacy a long time ago. It wasn't about that. It was about something else entirely.

Right now, you were sitting on the couch on your apartment, silently playing with his hair, both of you refusing to acknowledge the implications and the fact that it was third time this week he came back to you.