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Dabi was tired. It was hot and humid and as a result, he was covered in an uncomfortable layer of sweat. The sun was setting, the night slowly creating into the apartment, not that it urged Dabi to move and turn on the lights. He was simply too exhausted to move.
He had been alone all day, draped across the sofa in a thin shirt that was definitely not his and much too big for him and shorts. The only time he had moved was to get food or go to the toilet. There was a discarded glass on the coffee table in front of him; it had long been empty. The blankets that normally lived on the sofa for when he had cuddle sessions with Stain had quickly been thrown to the floor, cursing for the hundredth time when he tried to readjust his position to get away from the sickly heat. His body stuck to everything and it was unbearable. Damn this hot weather.
There was a click as a door opened and closed, the thudding of heavy boots hitting the laminated floor. After a few minutes, Dabi heard the padding of feet approach him, his eyes still lazily shut.
"I'm home," Stain announced, leaning over the back of the sofa, pulling Dabi's head back and planting a soft kiss on his lips. Dabi hummed. "You okay?"
Dabi groaned, turning his face to nose at the palm of Stain's hand like a cat.
"Hot?" Stain queries, brushing a thumb along the other man's scarred jawline.
Stain had a love-hate relationship with Dabi's scars. He loved them because they were a part of the man, everything about him beautiful in Stain's eyes. On the other hand, they were a constant reminder of the past, a declaration of the failure of his hero father and how he pushed Dabi to breaking point. The desire for justice rang strongly for Stain, but that wasn't his battle.
And what Stain hated even more was the days where the sutures seemed to stretch and pull, the pain becoming intolerable to the point all Dabi could do was curl up in a ball and suffer through it. Stain felt useless on those days, the only thing he could do was to try and soothe the man, rubbing circles on his back, careful to not catch any of the metal bands holding skin together under his shirt.
"I'm fucking suffering. Why the hell is it so hot?" Grunting, Dabi shifted once again to try and find a new cold patch on the sofa. He peeled the shirt from his body, grimacing at the feeling. "Why don't we have AC?"
Being villains meant they had to be careful where they lived. They had to choose a place they could get to without being seen by the public and heroes; somewhere safe for them to exist and simply live. They really didn't have the luxuries normal people did, and that also meant living in a particularly rough area. Though there was an unspoken rule of the neighborhood; what you saw didn't happen. In a way everyone has each other's back, making it ideal for both Stain and Dabi to live together in peace without the worry of being discovered.
"You should shower." Stain suggested, wandering away to their shared room.
Dabi heard the shuffling around in the other room, though still remained slew across the cushions. To be honest, a shower sounded like an amazing idea, but only if Dabi had the energy to lift his long limbs, he would actually go take one.
The combination of the hot weather and his quirk making him automatically run hot was a horrible mix. Normally the fact he ran hit was a good thing, especially so I'm cold weather when he was able to stay warm in the icy, prickling air. And, of course, on top of that, he was the best source of heat for his boyfriend for when he was cold.
When the temperature hit below zero, and they were both in bed, Stain would always steer towards the heat Dabi emitted. He'd wrap his arms around the slender figure of his boyfriend, pulling him close, the chattering of his teeth stopping with a satisfied sigh. Dabi would hum, content at the feeling of the larger man pressed against his back.
During the day, Stain would be plastered to Dabi, burying his face in the crook of the other man’s neck with several blankets wrapped around them. And when Dabi was finally able to escape from his grasp for a few minutes at a time, he’d always come back with a hot drink before resuming his position on the sofa. As Stain would drink, the scarred man would raise his own body temperature slightly just to see the older man melt into the heat.
“Go shower,” Dabi looked up to see Stain above him, peering down with furrowed brows. “It’ll cool you down and you also stink. Also, stop stealing my shirts and leaving them everywhere, I’ve got none left.” The man was wearing an old black shift and a pair of grey sweat pants.
“Wow, fucking thanks, I guess. And, I dunno what you mean.” Dabi muttered back, shifting so he didn't have to face the other man.
Sighing, Stain made his way around the sofa, his hands outstretched, lifting Dabi up with ease as if he weighed nothing. “Don’t just turn away. C’mon get up.”
“No, I don’t wanna move.” His speech was slurred as he was hoisted up. Unable to stand because his legs felt like jelly, Dabi flopped into Stain’s chest, burying his face in his neck. “Too hot…”
“Then stop koala-ing me and get in the damn shower,” Pushing him up, Stain met his eyes, his hands coming up to cup his face softly. “Have you eaten today?”
“Yeah, I had a sandwich at lunch.”
“Mhm, I’ll make some dinner while you shower. What do you want?”
“Not hu’gry”
“You will be once you shower. I’ll see what’s in the fridge.”
Dabi hummed, leaning forward to place a swift kiss on the man's lips before trudging away towards the bathroom. As he made his way there, he peeled off the shirt, groaning at the ache it caused his scarred skin. Turning on the shower, he hopped in.
All the while, Stain worked on preparing some dinner for the couple to share. He was quick in his preparation but not because he was in a rush, but because of the familiarity of the action. Having moved in together, Stain automatically took the role of cooling meals, especially so because if he didn’t, Dabi wouldn’t eat at all. Stain didn’t know if it was because he forgot or because he was so used to going hungry that it didn’t bother him anymore.
To be truthful, the older man had developed a habit of making sure his boyfriend didn’t neglect his basic needs such as eating, bathing and sleeping. Not that he minded, of course. He didn’t need to parent Dabi, only remind him every so often. And, anyway, Dabi could not cook. At all.
Arms wrapped around Stain’s torso, squeezing tight. “How long’s dinner gonna be, I’m starving.” Grumbling, Stain felt Dabi perch his chin on his shoulder, knowing fine well the burnt man was standing on his tippy toes to reach. “Stain~ Babe~ Hurry the fuck up, or I’m going to drop dead of starvation.” Dabi squeezed his arms slightly as he spoke, just to emphasize his point.
“Stop acting like a spoilt brat or you won’t get any.” As much as Stain sounded serious, the light squeeze he returned on Dabi’s forearm confirmed that he was only joking.
“You wouldn’t do that to your boyfriend, would you babe~?” Dabi quipped, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Mmm, I don’t know, you are being extremely intolerable right now, after all,” Feigning consideration, Stain leaned his head against the younger man. “Maybe I'll eat all of this for myself and let you go to bed hungry, how does that sound honey?” Dabi snorted at the use of the pet name, burying his face so that his eyes were pressed against Stain’s shoulder.
“You love me too much to do that.” He said softly. Stain could feel the genuine smile through the fabric of his shirt earning a small tug at the corner of his own lips.
“I do, yes. And as much as I am enjoying the hugs, I need you to let go so I can plate the food.” Dabi reluctantly let go pouting as Stain chuckled at his significant other’s antics.
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After tea had been eaten and all the plates had been cleared away, Stain and Dabi took to the sofa to simply enjoy each other's presence. It was still rather humid in the apartment meaning Dabi had begun to sweat heavily again. Stain could tell there was a growing irritation within the younger man. To combat this, he pulled Dabi over so that his head rested in his lap and began weaving his rough, calloused fingers through the black strands. Dabi sighed at the feeling, his eyes fluttering shut.
“I purged another fake today. He was idiotic enough to come chasing after me without back up in hopes to take me down. Most likely for the money and frame of doing so,” Stain spoke, his voice low, hands still working through Dab’s hair. “He was so focused on that that he hadn’t even realised I had led him into an alleyway some distance away. He had no chance once I got the first hit. He didn’t even deserve a minute to pray. I ended him right there.”
Dabi hummed, “Idiot… You’d think they’d teach them that in their little hero factories.” He turned so that he was facing Stain’s stomach, his voice muffled slightly, “It’s stupid, you have an ongoing list of heroes you’ve taken down, and they still have the confidence to believe they even stand a chance.”
“I’ll weed every undeserving hero there is. That is my will and my conviction.”
“I know, babe. I believe you.” Dabi opened his eyes, the blue crystal irises meeting scarlet red. Stain didn’t need to hear that to know it was true, the conviction behind Dabi’s eyes was enough of a tell.
“I love you.” Stain whispered, moving his hand down from the black hair to cup the half scarred cheek.
“I love you too.” Their lips met in a soft kiss, a promise between the pair that they will always have one another’s back. That they are together until the end. No matter what.