“Tell me.” Dabi lays on top of you, body resting between your legs with his head on your chest.
“Hm?” You question, your fingers fidgeting with the white strands of hair at the crown of his head. He shifts so that his chin rests on your chest, his eyes staring up into yours.
“That you love me.” He urges. There’s always a sense of desperation behind his words when he asks this of you. His normally nonchalant attitude does nothing for him as he asks you to confirm what he already knows.
“Oh, that.” You tease, running a hand through his hair and brushing it from his forehead. It earns an eye roll from the man, but he waits for you to say it with bated breath. You lean down and press a kiss to his lips. “I love you.”
He kisses your jaw, then your lips again. “Promise?”
“Mhm. Love you.” You capture his lips in your again. “Need you.”
He smiles against your lips, hands roaming up your sides and slipping under your shirt. He doesn’t always say it back, but this time he does.
He leans up, hides his face in your neck, and speaks. “I love you too.”