Heya! If it's not too much, can I ask for nr. 3;5;15;32 or nr. 6;34;39;40 with Toya? I know it's a lot and I'm so sorry💀 but I think they'd really work together! The list itself it's so cute istgg😭 it was hard to choose
Have a lovely day!!
i’ll see what i can come up with 😉
prompt: seeking eye contact, recognizing the sound of their steps, watching their oblivious s/o lovingly, adopting some of their manners
character: dabi/touya (boku no hero academia)
words: 1200+
content warning: size difference, just some soft/comforting fluff with a teeny tiny bit of angst at the end, no other warnings apply!
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Touya drags his feet as he walks through the halls of HQ. In an odd way, it brings you some small joy, knowing he can relax a little more here, even if the sense of safety within these decrepit walls is a false one.
Out on the streets, Touya’s much more on guard, though he moves with a kind of gracefulness, like a stray cat slinking in and out of the shadows of a dark alleyway, each step careful and controlled, always ready to flee.
He stops and leans in the doorway for a moment before entering the room, a boney elbow crooked above his head as it presses into the frame for support. You can feel him staring at you, his striking sapphire gaze sending tiny sparks of electricity dancing across your skin despite the fact that you don’t turn to face him.
His aura is always looming, always haunting you, whether he’s around or not, like a phantom. However, unlike some other ghosts from your past that still cling to you, his is one you don’t mind lingering.
You continue to stare at the map splayed out on the floor under your fidgeting hands, though your focus fell to pieces the moment you heard his familiar gait scuffing closer.
Still, you pretend to continue working, knowing— despite Touya’s nonchalance during such a chaotic and busy time— he’d still probably give you hell if he caught you slacking off, make a sarcastic comment at the very least.
“Hey…” he drawls from where he’s still standing. When you still don’t turn, you hear the floorboards whine and creak under his shifting stance. There’s a short lull followed by an impatient huff as he exhales through his nose, and then he’s crossing the room to plop down on the floor beside you.
Touya keeps his eyes locked on your profile as your stare darts around on the map, cerulean catching where you’re worrying your bottom lip between your teeth.
He knew you well enough by now to know exactly what that simple little habit meant. Something was bothering you.
“C’mon, now…” he murmurs, reaching over to gently brush a stray stand of hair behind your ear, melting a little whenever he’s around you. “You can look away from the map for just one minute, can’cha?”
“Can’t…” you lie, stubbornly keeping your eyes glued to all the crisscrossing streets and scribbled in landmarks that compose the main hub of the city. “I think I’ve almost figured this out… If I break focus now I’ll—”
But then he’s taking your chin between his lithe, calloused fingers, slowly turning your face until you have no choice but to gaze into all that cobalt blue, the color that so adores you.
“You’ve been working non stop all day,” he informs you, as if you weren’t already aware from how tired you are and the slight throbbing of a headache that’s been steadily drumming against the inside of your skull for the past two hours. “Just take a break.” Then he flashes one of those smiles, the kind that are just for you. None of his usual devilish smugness, only the sweet, comforting kind that even makes its way up to his half-lidded eyes a little.
Sometimes you think you’re the only one whoever sees him truly happy. You notice he only ever looks that way while his eyes are on you.
“Touya…” you whine in weak protest, beginning to turn back towards your work until his grip on your jaw flexes slightly, not so much a warning as a plead for you to take his advice.
Now it’s your turn to huff out a sigh, though yours sounds more guilty than impatient, quickly remedied by the way you allow yourself to sink further into his touch, his rough palm cradling your cheek once he realizes you won’t be choosing the map over him. At least, not until he leaves.
“You’ll thank me later,” he half sighs, half chuckles, clearly worn down by his part of preparing for the upcoming mission as well. “Trust me. Besides,” he nudges one shoulder in a lazy, languid half shrug, “it won’t do any of us any good if you’re so tired you can’t even think, when the time comes.”
You don’t want to admit it, but you know he’s right, so you groan out a sound of protest, nuzzling your head into his shoulder, feeling like, if you closed your eyes now, you could probably fall right to sleep, cradled and sated by his warm embrace. Touya thinks you’re adorable like this, but keeps that to himself, knowing you’ll go back to work out of spite if he teases you for it out loud.
“I mean, at least eat something,” he continues, placing a big hand on your shoulder, allowing it to make a slow descent down your back before scooching you closer to him, resting his chin on the top of your head once you’re pressed up against him. Then, trying to coax you further, he adds, “Toga snagged some of those pretzels you love on the last provisions run…” You can hear the smile in his tone, knowing he’s already convinced you when you flinch minutely at the mention of your favorite snack, perking up while still tucked into his chest. “She said she got you extra this time.”
Leaning back just far enough to meet his striking eyes again, seeing that pleased look on his scarred face, how could you refuse?
So you nod, moulding back against him and murmuring, “Only if you have some with me,” which earns you an amused hum from him, the sound vibrating low and soothing as you cuddle close to his chest.
“Deal,” he agrees, reluctantly standing from where you two were just starting to become entangled. As he’s once again perched in the doorway he glances over his shoulder at you and says, “This still counts as your break, just so we’re clear. When I get back I better not find you obsessing over that map again.”
He tries to sound stern, but his adoration for you flickers to life behind his words. You think you’re the only one who’s ever heard him sound like that too. At least out of those among you in the League.
You wave a hand at him dismissively, resisting the urge to glance back at the map and all its makeshift markings. “I won’t, I won’t…” you assure him, only to shift your expression into something a little more devious as you playfully warn, “As long as you don’t take too long to come back.”
Touya barks out a single note of a laugh before rounding back into the hall, that lazy stride echoing in quiet taps and drags until he’s out of your hearing’s range.
It makes you wish you could tear this map to shreds, reduce it to irreparable dust like your leader could if he laid all five fingers upon it. Because you know, in doing this work, you’re playing a part in putting everyone— putting Touya— in harm’s way. And while part of you hopes for a world where all of you can live free from what society has deemed as “good” and “evil” based on what quirk you were dealt against your will during childhood, you also fear that, for everything the League is trying to accomplish, not all of you— if any— will live to see the outcome.
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