Dabi had cleared your back fence in one parkour style jump and in three steps had tackled the hooded figure that had been standing outside your window.
He had the creep pinned to the ground, a firm grip around their neck.
The peeping Tom still had the hoodie on, covering their face, so you ran over to reveal the person.
You yanked the hoodie off and shone your phone light directly into the person’s eyes.
“I fucking knew it!” Dabi growled.
It was Uwaki.
“You are fucking disgusting.” You spat at him, kicking him in the shoulder.
“Speak for yourself, Miss ‘I touch myself to pictures on my phone’.” He sneered.
Your face burned with anger and you balled your fists up but we’re unable to reply.
Dabi punched him.
“I’m calling the police.” You said in a dead tone.
“NO!” Uwaki screamed at you.
You ignored him, pull your phone out of your pocket to make good on your threat to call the cops.
In another 20 minutes the police arrived and took Uwaki away.
Dabi stayed with you until you had calmed down a bit and you thought you were fine but any little noise outside had you snapping your head to look at the window.
“Woah there.” Dabi coo’d as yet another noise from outside sent you into a tizzy.
“Sorry! I’m ok, I’m fine, I’m ok, it’s ok, I’m ok.”
“No, you are not, you freaked out little bundle of cute, come here.” He said, motioning for you to sit between his legs.
He pushed himself further up the bed as you crawled up to him and snuggled your head into his chest, wrapping his arms and legs around you to give you as much firm pressure all over your body as possible.
Just the weight of his limbs on you calmed you instantly and you sighed happily as you wiggled your head into his chest.
“Hey,” He said softly. “What were you doing when Uwaki started watching you?”
Suddenly you remembered what you had been doing at the time and your cheeks burned with embarrassment.
You stayed silent, hoping he wouldn’t push for an answer.
“Y/N?” He encouraged.
“Nothing.” You mumbled shyly, turning your head to bury it into his chest again.
“Hmmmmm?” He hummed. “You weren’t masturbating were you?”
You could have died right there from embarrassment.
“N-No.” you stammered, gripping onto his shirt and closing your eyes.
“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. What got you all hot and bothered? Enough that you would want to rub one out?”
“D-Dabi you make it sound so dirty!” You whined, gently smacking his chest with your fists.
He started tracing his fingers lightly up and down your spine and you could feel something hard rising beneath you.
“Maybe it is a little dirty.” He whispered in your ear, licking the outer rim, “but I like it dirty.”
You shivered, body ripping with the wave of goosebumps that washed over you.
“I uh, I saw your insta picture and just got to thinking about you.” You mumbled shyly into his chest.
“You got turned on by the circle game?” He asked, deliberately taking what you had said the wrong way.
“NO! Not that!”
“Oh I think ‘yes that’.” He replied nonchalantly. “You have a fetish for circles, huh? You learn something new every day.”
“WHAT?! No, I do—,”
“Look at the clock, babe.” He said, grasping your chin lightly and turning it to look at the clock. “Mmmm circle.” He whispered with a fake erotic growl.
“You idiot I’m not turned on by ci—,”
“Ooooo look! Your mirrror…. its a circle.” He said again, turning your head to look.
“CUT IT OUT YOU—,”
“Y/N! Oh my fucking goodness! Look at that!” He said as he pointed to the Swiss exercise ball in the corner of your room. “3D circleeeee.” He added with fake longing in his voice.
You broke into laughter and Dabi joined you.
“You’re such an idiot.” You giggled, leaning up to kiss him, grateful for his distraction.
“Come on you cute little circle loving freak I need to get you to bed.”
You giggled again and hit him lightly.
“I hate you.” You said, poking your tongue out playfully.
“I love you too.” He replied crawling out from underneath you and getting you cuddled up in bed. “I’ll have my phone on loud all night, so if you need me, just call.”
“Thanks babe.” You replied, a warm smile gracing your features.
“That’s my girl.” He replied with a smile. “Sleep well.”
He gave you a kiss on the forehead and then one on the lips and walked to the door.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, ok?”
“Ok babe.” You said with a yawn, the words being distorted by your wide mouth.
“Night, sexy.” He called over his shoulder as he left.
It didn’t take you long to fall asleep, thoughts of Dabi and his antics filling your mind.
Dabi walked home, shivering slightly in the cool night air as his shoulders dipped calmly with his footfall, thinking about what had happened.
“Hope she sleeps ok, I did my best to take her mind off that creepy asswipe. I’m gonna deck him the next time I see him at school… if he ever comes back.”
He grit his teeth in silent anger, then another thought came to mind.
“I’m going to have to break up with Y/N.”
His shoulders dropped and his head hung lower as he slowed his walk and dragged his feet.
Images of you flashed through his mind; your smiling face, the sound of your laugh… everything.
“How do I even bring it up?”
That cute little giggle of yours echoed in his ears.
“I don’t want to break her heart. Hell. It will be MY heart that breaks first! I can’t leave her…”
The distinct sound of your voice rang in his memories.
“I love her.”
He swallowed thickly.
“Since when did I become such a pussy? I’m whipped, totally whipped…. but I couldn’t care less.” He smiled sadly to himself. “She’s the one.”
His figure slowly disappeared down the street back to his house to be alone with his thoughts, the torture slowly putting him to sleep until the next day.