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Things were finally starting to go your way.
Your hair was washed, your sheets were clean, and the man you loved was resting peacefully against your chest. The rain continued to pour outside; the soft patter nearly lulled you to sleep along with him. Yet here you lay: awake and uncertain.
The Paranormal Liberation Front. That’s what you were called now. Along with the name change came a new location. A stable location. Dare you say, a place you could call home. No longer would you have to scramble for shelter each night like the vermin society saw you as. You had a room to call your own, and a bed big enough for five; but two fit it just fine.
Thunder roared far off in the distance, gently shaking the windows in its wake. You glanced down at Dabi, worried that the rumble had woken him. He stirred, adjusting his weight on top of you, but quickly settled; his cheek pressed firmly against your breast bone and his arm wrapped around your waist. You watched his back slowly rise and fall before his breaths found a steady rhythm once again.
His skin was warm, nearly hot to the touch, against yours. The metal that was stitched to his chest poked and scratched against your bare stomach, but you didn’t mind. It was a reminder. It was proof that he was real, that this room was real, and that all of this wouldn’t melt away once the morning came.
Your arms naturally draped around him; one hand stroked through his snow white hair while the other rested on the center of his back. His hair was still damp from the shower you had shared mere moments ago. A cold shower of course. Dabi always preferred the water to be on the cooler side, but he had other ways to keep you warm.
The faint ache between your thighs and the memory of his hands gripping your hips was enough to bring a smile back to your face.
You traced along his brow, brushing his hair away from his eyes where it had clung to his forehead. It was rare to see him so calm. You had always thought his scowl was permanent. That is, until you found yourself in moments like this. Moments where everything was right and the world was only as big as this room. Moments where all the fighting could wait until tomorrow.
Moments that were too good to be true.
You knew it was pointless to worry. You knew Shigaraki had everything under control. But what if he didn’t? What if he missed something? What if a mole weaseled its way in along with the rush of new supporters? What if your home was ripped away from you again?
“Shut up,” Dabi said softly against your skin. “You’re thinking too loud.”
You smiled and continued stroking your fingers through his hair. You hadn’t realized they stopped.
“You’re right,” you agreed.
Worrying could wait.
Even if it all came crashing down tomorrow, this moment was yours to keep.