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Kai is sitting at his desk, fingers flitting lightly across the keyboard of his laptop. It's a pleasant day, one of the few that Kai wishes he could be outside in the sunshine as opposed to stuck in his office. It will likely be dark by the time he finishes his work for the day. At least the sun filters in pleasantly through the window and he can experience a little of its warmth. On the other side of the room, Dabi is lounging on the sofa, skinny legs dangling off the end. Kai is resolute on completing his work but thankfully Dabi’s happy to amuse himself until he’s free. The villain can be quiet when he wants to, so he doesn’t mind having him around. In fact, it’s quite pleasant.
As time ticks on, Kai's gaze shifts to look at the other man. Dabi is reading a short novel from Kai’s bookcase, the title of which he cannot make out due to the distance between them. It’s no longer odd to see Dabi outside of the meetings between their two factions, when he’s trussed up in his ratty villain costume rather than the jeans and plain white t-shirt that he’s wearing today. He looks nicer like this, Kai thinks, more relaxed and a lot less dirty. He's still an odd looking thing, the scars and staples prevent him from being what most would think of as conventionally attractive, but there's something interesting about him that Kai cannot deny.
One of his hands keeps dipping into a brown paper bag that’s resting on the floor. He brought that with him when he arrived earlier that afternoon, offering it out with a bright smile straining his scars. The contents are, as Dabi himself declared earlier, his favourite food. Peaches - the flat, Saturn-shaped variety. The fruit is vibrant in colour, fresh from an open market-stall near the station. Kai wrinkles his nose as Dabi raises another one to his lips. That’s the fourth one now. The villain is messy when he eats them, the juice dribbles down his chin and makes his hands sticky. Kai is not so fond of peaches, they’re too sweet and he doesn’t like the soft texture of the skin. He certainly doesn’t like the tacky mess they leave behind.
“Don’t get my books dirty. Your fingers are sticky,” Kai says, irritably. His gaze lowers to Dabi’s mouth as he bites down on the fruit, watching as his lips are saturated with the sweet, syrupy liquid. Dabi lowers the peach and swallows the flesh in his mouth. Kai hates to admit that the very sight makes his own mouth water.
“I won’t,” he grumbles in response. He glances down at the peach in his hand and then back up to Kai. “You want one?”
Kai shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “No. I don’t like peaches.”
“How can you not like peaches?”
“How can you eat so many peaches?” Kai retorts, shaking his head as if in disbelief. “You’re eating them like they’re going out of fashion, it’s disgusting.”
Dabi slurps on the flesh of the peach he’s eating and immediately grabs another one, much to Kai’s irritation. He keeps on typing but finds that he still can’t look away when the other man lets juice drip down his hand and chin. Slowly, intentionally, Dabi licks his fingers, staring at Kai the whole time. He swallows and tenses up slightly. Eventually, Dabi stands, grabbing the paper bag with one hand, and moves toward the desk. He drops the peaches onto the desk beside the laptop and Kai finally stops typing so that he can push it slightly further away.
“I don’t like peaches,” he repeats, narrowing his eyes.
“Yes you do,” Dabi replies. He takes another bite of the one in his hand.
Kai opens his mouth to complain but before he can get the words out, Dabi’s lips are smothering his own. He jerks in response but there’s a hand on the back of his head which holds him in place. He can taste the sweetness of peaches throughout the kiss and he’s pleasantly surprised to find that he likes it. It’s a delicate flavour, not overpowering, delicious enough to make Kai snake his tongue into Dabi’s mouth. His cheeks are hot, he knows that they’ll be flushed with an embarrassing pink. Eventually, the villain leans back and gives his lover a smirk.
“Told you so,” Dabi says, poking a finger into his chest.
Kai glares at him. The flavour is still on his lips, the delicate perfume now too sweet without the bitterness of the other man’s taste to offset it. He narrows his eyes and spits, “Fuck you.”
Dabi chuckles lightly and returns to the sofa, bag of peaches in hand.
“Love you too.”