You and a friend sit upon the roof, enjoying the fresh air. The stars look so bright out here… huh? Why are you staring at me?
Content includes: Dabi fluff! He’s still a sarcastic asshole, I love an excuse to gush about the stars ✨ a little bit of sad, not angst
Song for your mood?
It was the same routine today, everyone in the League was too loud today; needing time to be alone, you found yourself on that roof again. The door leading up to it had a broken lock, and a shelter from the rain. However today it was clear skies all round.
Letting out an exhale, a hand lands on your shoulder.
“Hey,” Dabi greets, with a smile. “Mind if I join you in your hideout?”
“Jesus Dabi!” A whisper yell responded to him, playfully punching his chest as you both laugh. “How come I never hear you coming?!”
“I was waiting.” He smirked, walking with you to the rooftop ledge as you sat down together. “Why wouldn’t I wait for the one person who knows how to be quiet around here?”
“Aren’t Compress and Spinner pretty quiet? Kurogiri doesn’t even talk!”
“…Shut up and appreciate the fact I’m not about to push you off of here.”
You both quietly laugh at his friendly murder talk, leaning back as the night breeze shifts through your hair. Looking up…
Ah? Even though it’s the city, the stars seemed to shine especially bright today. It’s comforting, even through all the light pollution, you could appreciate things much larger, and so out of reach of your small existence on this rooftop.
“Dabi?”
“Yeah?”
“If you were gonna die-“
“What??”
“Shut up!” you whine at his interruption, squeezing your eyes shut before looking back up at the open sky. “If you were ever gonna die… would you come see me one last time?”
“That’s so fucking morbid.” Dabi can’t help but chuckle, leaning forward as instead of looking up to the stars… he looks at you. The lights from the city illuminated your face in such a beautiful way, hell it even felt like the breeze was working in your favour as he takes on you.
And your question.
“…Yeah. I’d come see you. If I for some reason can magically tell I’m about to die? I’ll come find you, then drop dead.” He smirks. “Not leaving without fucking you up a bit.”
“You’re such an asshole!” You giggle out, eyes shut as you continue to look right up at that vast sky.
He can’t help but wonder what you see that he can’t. It was just… empty to him. Sure there’s pretty lights up there, but there’s something precious sat right next to him.
He continues to stare, lost in thought as you slowly look to him. You blink, he doesn’t respond. Did he fall asleep with his eyes open or something…?
“Dabi.”
“Huh? What?”
“Why are you staring at me?”
He sits up a little straighter, smiling fondly. “Appreciating the view is all.”
There’s a long pause.
“You’re a pervert.”
“I really am going to push you off this building.”
Though, sometimes he wonders if only he can see some of you. Maybe you’d never be able to see what he does.
His hand slowly takes yours.
“Dabi?”
“Make sure you tell me.”
“What?”
“If you’re ever off to go somewhere like a moron and die.”
aizawa's nervous bc he asked shirakumo and kayama to help him dress just right for this completely casual 1 on 1 friend hang out don't even look at him
hizashi's nervous bc he spent a whole year brainstorming ways to propose a date in the exact right date-not-date-unspoken-date balance to get aizawa to say yes and there's only so much one man can scheme
Well, you gotta have someone in the group willing to just say it, apparently. Oh, Shyuuhei, tiny poly baby, finds the two people he loves the most and just wants to be with them because he just wants to live his life, to love the people he loves, never just one, and to be loved in return... and he is the most dramatic in love boy about it, who loves with his whole heart and doesn't hesitate, is always honest to a fault and here he is looking at the people he wants to love together and... he just wants to be together and living doesn't seem to have space for them.
All he wants is to be able to live freely and love freely but every time ...
He is the dreamer, the lover, the one who wants to be loved and to love in return and loves too much, too differently, in a way the even the people he loves and trusts and tells struggle to accept or understand. He is too much and he loves them but they cannot keep him because they cannot accept him as he is.
Now, can Yuuki and Misaki? Can they love him as he is, can they love each other and him and share that love?
(Also, death means lying on a rooftop and not thinking.)
I just think that this Yves Saint Laurent eau de parfum ad featuring a couple kissing and cuddling on a rooftop overlooking Paris as the sun sets is interesting. Not for any particular reason
violently struggling to plot. i always forget that this is absolutely where i just. Dont succeed. my plotting is just "i like this scene ooooo i'll add it in" girl where is the PLOT that is not PLOT
(im thinking it'll probably be nine chapters + the prologue. that makes sense to me. even numbers. people love even numbers.)