You're lying there, trying to catch your breath, your heart still racing from the intensity of what just happened. For the first time, you and Toya—Dabi, as he's known to the world—shared something intimate. It feels surreal. His touch, once cold and distant, had become something entirely different. But as the adrenaline begins to fade, you can’t help but wonder what it all meant.

Was this just a one-time thing? A fleeting moment between two people who shared more secrets than truths? Or were you now something more? Friends with benefits, maybe? The thought lingers in your mind, but another part of you knows better than to assume anything. Dabi isn’t exactly the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, let alone offer his emotions easily. Love? That’s probably out of the question, but the uncertainty eats at you all the same.

After a few moments of silence, Dabi quietly slips out of bed and disappears into the bathroom. You hear the water running, and when he returns, he has a warm cloth in his hand. Gently, almost carefully, he wipes you clean, his touch surprisingly soft for someone who’s always been so rough around the edges. He doesn't say much—he never does—but his actions speak volumes. Maybe that’s his way of showing he cares, in his own strange, guarded way.

Once he's done, Dabi tosses the cloth aside and drops back into bed beside you with a heavy sigh. He pulls the covers up over both of you and wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. Your head rests against his shoulder as you both lie there in the dim light. His body, warm and familiar now, presses against yours, and for a moment, everything feels strangely peaceful.

“You did great,” he murmurs, his voice low, almost tender.