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Fall fucking sucks. Tomura wraps himself in a second ratty throw blanket that barely made any difference and continues to shake.
The league had been running in circles from abandoned building to abandoned building trying to keep low. It’s been nineteen days since Kurogiri has been captured and Tomura is honestly struggling. First Master then Kurogiri. This does not look good.
He grumbles to himself and paces in a far corner of their most recent shithole. He sent Toga and Twice our sporting for good places to steal. Compress said he had a good lead on some place that has money so Tomura let him go. Spinner has been awfully quiet and distant but he’s still here so Tomura can’t complain too much. Dabi-
Warm hands slide up under his sweater and across his sides. Tomura honest to God yelps and hops away from the touch. Even though the hands were nice and warm they scared the hell out of him.
“Fucking hell. I should have killed you. Why would you do that?” Tomura says as he turns to glare at Dabi. Asshole comes in and just decided it’s okay to touch his boss? It isn’t. An annoying Cheshire grin stays on his stupid face.
“You looked cold even though covered in two blankets you were still shaking so hard I could hear your teeth chatter when I walked through the door.” The burned man comments and walks close again. Tomura takes a step back but Dabi still presses forward. “So, I thought I’d help my boss out. My quirk makes me run hot so might as well share the fun.”
Tomura only narrows his gaze on the other man before closing his eyes and thinking. There’s a pregnant pause.
“Do it again.” Tomura finally answers.
Dabi is taken back for a second knocking that shot eating grin off his face (fucking finally). “Seriously?” He questions.
“Yes seriously, you moron. Do it again just keep your hands on the outside of my clothes this time.” Tomura steps closer to the stapled man.
The warmth had felt nice and did settle Tomura’s freezing bones so he lifts his blankets a little so that he has his arms out to his sides to make room for the other man and looks to Dabi to warm him up again.
“As m’lord commands.” Dabi slides his arms under the smaller man’s arms effectively abiding by the clothes rule mostly. He had put his hands under the black trench coat that always seemed to be on Shigaraki now.
Dabi pulls the light haired man close half expecting him to suddenly squirm away and pretend this never happened but it doesn’t happen quite the opposite in fact. Tomura rests his nose against Dabi’s shoulder. A gives a small content sigh erupts from the cold boy’s chest and he relaxes.
Tomura’s shaking ceases. He’s even getting a little too warm but it’s better than his regular freezing. The white haired man slumps against Dabi his knees letting go of most of his weight and just trusting to be held up by the stapled man.
“Okay, Princess. I get that you’re comfortable but you can’t just put all your weight on me and hope I stay up. Let’s sit on the couch.” Dabi says lifting the shorter boy’s face from his shoulder with his fingers.
Tomura scowls at being called princess but allows himself to be dragged to the shabby couch by his wrist anyway. Tomura moves to sit but Dabi pulls him back.
Dabi lays down on his back and pats his chest, “Lay down here.”
Tomura feels his eyebrow twitch. This is an awful lot of touching but it’s keeping him warm so he allows it. That’s all this is. Keeping Shigaraki warm...
The white haired man sighs and clambers onto the couch and over Dabi. It’s a little awkward fitting both grown men on the couch in a comfortable way but they find it.
Tomura’s legs on either sides of Dabi’s hips and the man curled up so that he’s resting his nose against the crook of the burned man’s neck. He holds his clasped hands close to his chest so that he doesn’t kill Dabi from just laying down with him.
There’s hands on Tomura’s shoulders. Removing his thin blankets from just covering Tomura and cocooning both collecting both body heats and keeping them in.
Dabi sighs and shifts his shoulders against the hard armrest against the back of his neck and shoulders but he can’t complain too much. He got his pretty little boss in his lap.
Tomura noses against Dabi’s collar and sighs again. His eyes fall shut. He hasn’t been this warm in so long.
Pretty soon there’s deep breathing coming from the prone man. Asleep and gone to the world.
Dabi chuckles and runs his hands through the surprisingly soft hair in front of him. He’s so glad his little boss wanted to be toasty.