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“Okay so what do we think? I think I’ve narrowed it down to a platinum blonde American ooooor red hair Russian.” You were looking through various wigs and hair dyes. This was always your favorite part of espionage. Getting to basically create a whole new character, it was like playing dress up when you were a kid except now you had more at risk.
Dabi’s face had remained stoic, obviously in a grumpy mood. “Do you even know Russian? I’ve heard you say a few things in English but would you know enough to pull it off?” He scratched the back of his neck, something he only does when he’s frustrated but refusing to talk about it.
You raised an eyebrow at him. “Yes I know Russian, and English, and German, Italian, Spanish, French, Mandarin, Arabic, and a few others I’m still learning, including sign language.” You poke him in the chest. “I chose Russian and English because I know for a fact I’ve heard you speak both of those languages and I wanted to keep things easier for you.”
He scoffed at you, “When have you ever heard me speak another language?”
“Back when you used to lock yourself in your office for your ‘business meetings’.” You held up a bottle of self tanner and briefly read the description. “So what do you think? American or Russian?”
He came up behind you and picked up a box of black hair dye with a far off look in his eyes. “Here I thought I was being discreet…”
“Discreet? You were yelling!”
He shrugged, “Well, I was yelling because I was mad.” His eyes cut to yours. They were missing the usual spark behind them and it made your chest ache.
“Hey.” You reached for the hand that was scratching at his neck and pulled it down so you could hold it. “What’s wrong? You seem… I don’t know, off?”
He sighed as he gave your hand a squeeze. “I’m just torn. I know you’re good at what you do. I know you can handle yourself. But…”
“But?”
His eyes locked into yours as his jaw clenched. “But the thought of you being anywhere near those people makes my blood boil. It makes me…” Before he could finish his sentence he was pulling you to him and wrapping his arms around you. You could feel his nose burry into your hair as he took a deep breath. “It makes me want to go on a murderous rampage. But I can’t do that… because I know you’d only be pissed with me and apparently I’m fucking soft now and can’t stand the thought of you being disappointed in me… Which then frustrates me because the old me wouldn’t have given a fuck what you thought as long as you were safe.”
You softened a little as you melted into him. You knew all he needed was to hold you. A physical reminder that you were there and you were okay. This was a common thing for him to do ever since you returned from the villain campus. When he thought his anxiety was going to spike he would just hold you until his breathing returned to normal.
“I wouldn’t say you’re soft. Because I know for a fact if it came to something that was truly dangerous, you still wouldn’t care. You’d make sure I was safe. But I think deep down you know I can handle it. I’ll be careful, and if I have to I’ll take care of my own problems. I think this new change in you is a good thing. It shows that you trust me to know my own limits.”
You could feel him slowly start to relax but his grip on you remained tight. “It’s okay to be nervous. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t also a little scared. But..” You pulled back far enough to look him in the eye. “I also trust you and I know you would never let anything happen to me.”
He grumbled, “You have way too much faith in me.”
You grinned up at him with a goofy smile. “Nah, I think I have just the right amount.”
He gave you a long kiss on your forehead before returning his gaze to the table full of disguises. “Red hair… I think that’d be kinda hot. But I mean like blood red. Let it be a warning to them not to fuck with you.” He gave you a wink. “Because while you may have made me a little soft, I know I’ve rubbed off on you as well. Let them know there’s a ruthless predator underneath that sweet smile.”
You picked up the dye and self tanner. “Alright red it is then.”
Dabi still looked a little tense when you left for your bathroom but at least he was openly communicating his feelings. You hadn’t really realized how much the two of you had changed until he brought it up. He really was starting to open up more. It made your heart warm to know that he trusted you enough to let you do something this dangerous. Of course he was also right about him rubbing off on you. The old you would have never been so okay with the amount of violence you are now capable of.
Moments after you entered the bathroom Dabi followed you. You pointed to box of black dye that was still in his hand, “I thought you said you wanted me to go red?”
He looked at the box for a while before putting it on the counter next to the sink. “Yeah I know. It’s for me.”
You quirked an eyebrow as you leaned on the counter next to him. “Yeah? You missing your old black hair?”
His eyes narrowed just slightly. Still obviously not in a very playful mood. It’s on moments like these, where he’s so focused and inside his head that the resemblance to his brother was uncanny. “I don’t miss it at all. It’s much less of a hassle to keep my hair natural but.” His hand started to scratch at his neck again. “I just know I might have to do some fucked up shit while we’re there and… I’d just rather you not have those kinds of memories tied to me. At least this way you can pretend I’m someone else when I’m treating you like shit.”
“I seriously doubt you’ll have to be any worse then when we were trapped at the campus. I can handle whatever you throw at me.” You held up a pinky to him. “Promise.”
His eyes sparked with just a bit of his usual playfulness. “A pinky promise? Really? How old are you?”
“Yes a pinky promise! Now give me your damn pinky!”
He finally cracked and gave you a tiny smirk as his much larger pinky hooked into yours. “You can be such an idiot sometimes. But if it makes you feel better…”
He returned to his box of dye, “I hate doing this. I can never get the back of my head evenly.”
You nudged him with your elbow as you opened your own box. “Good thing I also know how to dye hair and can help you out then.”
The two of you spent the next several hours helping each other out with the dye. You found he was slowly letting go of whatever lingering frustration he had been holding on to. You understood why he was so nervous but he agreed to let you do it so now he just needed to trust that you’d come out okay.
You were both now sitting in the living room eating popcorn and going over a mountain of files to prepare for your mission. Both of you had your hair wrapped in a towel, even though Dabi didn’t really need to. You had insisted though because you thought it was cute and he has reluctantly endulged you.
“Open” you obediently opened your mouth just in time for Dabi to toss a piece of popcorn into it. “Good girl. Okay. So this conference is taking place in Northern Japan. There will be all kinds of ass hats there from all over the world. Some of them harmless, some of them…” His gaze cut to yours and held eye contact. “Let’s just agree that you will remain within reaching distance to me at all times.”
You knew you could handle a couple of assholes with more money than balls but you also knew Dabi needed this. “Yes sir. Understood.”
His shoulders visibly relaxed a little. You were rarely ever this complaint. He was suspicious but he wasn’t going to push it. “Thank you. Now I know you are way better than I could ever dream to be at recon. That’s definitely your area of expertise. So I will be letting you handle those details. But only if you agree that I can be in charge of preventive measures and exit strategies. You getting out of this safely is literally all I care about. I don’t care if we get zero information out of them. I just want to get back here so we can’t continue our current and more important mission of putting a baby in the belly of yours.”
You couldn’t help the goofy grin on your face or the slight blush that took over your cheeks. “Glad you have your priorities straight.”
The kitchen timer went off alerting you that your hot chocolate was ready. You briefly left and returned with two mugs and a bottle of peppermint baileys. Christmas was around the corner and you were feeling a little festive.
Dabi hopped up to help you with the mugs worried you were going to burn yourself. “Careful would ya? That shits hot.” He put the mugs down on the coffee table before prying the baileys bottle out of your hands. “And this…” he quirked an eyebrow. “Is not good for people who are trying to get pregnant.”
You took the bottle back, “Correction. It’s not good for people who are already pregnant. Statistics would probably show that it’s actually aided in lots of baby making.” You poured a healthy amount into your own cup and giggled at the unamused look he was giving you. “Don’t give me that look! I’m going on a dangerous mission and then I just know you"re going to knock me up as soon as you possibly can, and then I’ll have to breastfeed… so let me live a little while I can!”
His eyes cut from you, to your hot chocolate, to your tits that were slightly exposed due to the fact you were only wearing a tank top. “Fine.” He yanked the bottle away from you before pouring a good amount into his own cup. “I guess we both kind of deserve a fun night.”
“That’s the spirit!” You took a sip and felt your stomach get warm and fuzzy. You moved to sit closer to him and burrow into his side. “Okay so let’s hammer out a few more details before we end up trashed.”
Dabi chuckled, “You might end up trashed but I’m no light weight baby. But you’re right. Let’s keep going.” You watched him take a sip of his drink and could feel the hum of appreciation that vibrated through his chest. “What’s the plan?”
You took another long sip. “So we have to create a new persona for me, go over the details over and over again so there are no mistakes.” His fingers started running up and down your arm as he nodded along with you. “I think it makes the most sense if I’m presented as your property. Don’t provide any information unless asked. You can say you bought me, which would explain why you don’t know any personal information. Make up a useless quirk that I can pull off if asked. Even better if it’s something that involves eye contact so I can get into their heads.”
Dabi continued sipping on his drink and nodding along with you. “Makes sense. What if we say your quirk helps people fall asleep. You can do that right? Make people feel sleepy?”
You shrugged, “Sure with eye contact and maybe some skin to skin contact that wouldn’t be hard at all. But I don’t know if that’s something they would want to test. What if we say I can give them a temporary high?”
“I don’t know… most of those guys would probably love to steal you away if they thought they could you use you like a fucking recreational drug.”
You leaned further into him. “Might be worth it though. I doubt any of them would want to pass up a chance to test it out. We’ll just have to make it super clear that I’m not only with you, but that I belong to you. I’m property of the big bad Dabi.”
He groaned, “We’ll just have to hope that’s enough to keep them in fucking line.”
There were a few minutes of silence while you both continued to think. “Okay… We’ll go with that quirk then. So you’ll what? Be a redheaded russian fuck doll with a quirk that makes people high?”
You nodded as you flipped through a file that had info about the men that were going to be present at the party. “We can go over more details as we plan, but that’s a good start.” You looked over to him and could practically see the gears turning in his head. “Your turn. What are you thinking? What are your plans?”
His fingers went up your arm and started to rub up and down the side of your neck. “I’m thinking you"re definitely going to wear your collar as well as some other support gear that we can camouflage as submissive attire. We’ll reinstate some uncomfortable rules that I know will be somewhat triggering for you and I’m sorry but it’ll keep you safe.” He waited for you to nod before he continued. “No eye contact and no speaking without permission. At least at first and in front of big crowds. Once we’ve been there a while and the alcohol has made everyone stupid I trust you to use your judgment on when to pick people off.”
You both continued to go back and forth with plans and negotiations. You refilled your mugs twice by now and you were starting to feel its effects.
His thumb came up to brush across your now flushed cheek. “You’re so fucking pretty. You know that? Like… it’s…” you could see his eyes starting to glaze over a little bit. The alcohol soaking into his system as well. “I’m just so lucky.”
Your cheeks flushed even redder as you leaned into his touch. “You flatter me too much. If anyone’s lucky it’s me. I was an absolute mess when you took me in.” You averted your eyes to your lap. “Still a mess if we’re being honest. Yet you consistently find in yourself to love me anyways. Some days taking on the burden of loving me enough for the both of us… and I… I just need you to know how much I appreciate you for it.”
Dabi’s already glassy eyes looked like they might spill out a tear before he blinked them away, composing himself. “Doll, I think we can both agree that neither of us are all that mentally stable. But we both put in the work to make sure our relationship is solid.” He gave you a crooked smile. “We’re both crazy, there’s no doubt about it. But I wouldn’t give this up for anything in the world.”
He pulled you into him and you immediately snuggled in closer. Your eyes were growing heavy and you could feel the full effect of the alcohol now. You could feel him humming as he scooped you into his arms and started walking towards your bedroom. “Looks like someone’s had a little too much to drink.”
You closed your eyes to keep the room from spinning. “Im not drunk… just sleepy.”
“Mhm whatever you say baby.”
He got you to bed and pulled the towel off your head revealing your red hair and whistled. “Damn baby, that is definitely some red hair.”
You giggled and reached toward him, “Your turn! Let’s see it.”
He hesitated a brief moment before removing his own towel showing his new jet black hair. It looked perfect, probably due to how often he used to have to do this. “How’s it look?”
You gave him a soft smile and opened your arms beckoning him to join you in bed. “We’ll I definitely prefer your white hair… but…”
“But?” He crawled into bed next to you wrapping his arms around you.
“But I think it makes you look kind of badass.”
He gave you a kiss on the forehead, “Oh you have no idea how badass I can be. If anyone try’s to lay a finger on you this black hair will be the last thing they’ll ever see.”