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Tomura hasn’t realized how small her breasts are until she sees them squished around Dabi’s dick.It doesn’t really bother her. No, not at all. If anything, Tomura finds it fascinating in a way: how Dabi is all but bruising her chest to gain a better grip for his dick; how he ruts on top of her like a madman, panting and gasping until he comes all over with a whine that would never fall from his lips.Then, once that is all done, he stares at her and smiles. Almost as if he is proud of himself, like he’d gotten himself a new high score. But a score for what exactly, Tomura doesn’t know, nor she cares to understand because then Dabi distracts her with his tongue in her cunt and everything else becomes a deep, hazy fog.Tomura lets him clean her with a damp rag and some tissues. But when it comes to her chest, Dabi licks her clean. He starts from the column of her throat, where she is most sensitive, and ends with the tip of her nipples, which he suckles until she pushes him to stop. Most of the time, he listens to her. Other times, he continues on until Tomura’s nipples are hard and sensitive, and Tomura is on the verge of another release. Dabi thankfully helps her reach her peak.When they cuddle, which is something that they usually do nowadays, Dabi tucks his head next to Tomura’s chest and sleeps. Like a cat that’s found a warm and soft place to stay. It’s hard for Tomura to reach for her phone this way, or even get to curl up in a ball and sleep. But she lets him stay like this for as long as he wants, which is until Dabi finally descends from his high and marches downstairs to get something to eat. Dabi is lucky that Tomura still retains some kind of affinity for cute, pathetic animals.Most of the time, he never comes back because he has duties to the League and Tomura will personally kill him if he shirks them. Other times – and this is happening now quite often too – he returns with a bottle of water and some snacks, telling her that they’re from Kurogiri. Tomura knows they’re not, because Kurogiri has never been a fan of Tomura’s junk food binges, but she keeps that to herself.Tonight, that is what Dabi does. He brings Tomura a couple of bars of chocolate and a bottle of soda, which Tomura happily consumes. When Tomura attempts to swipe the melted chocolate onto the bedsheet, Dabi gives her a stern glare and starts wiping each individual finger with the left-over tissues.“Seriously, were you raised in a barn?” he grumbles, tongue clicking along with his staples.Tomura frowns. “I was raised by Sensei.”“That’s not what I meant,” he says, exasperatedly. Tomura then doesn’t know what he means.“Whatever,” she says as she lets him continue what he’s doing. She keeps her fingers lax so as not to accidentally disintegrate her right-hand man. That’s when she notices something important - how tiny her hands are when held against Dabi’s. As if they’re made to cover her own.How fascinating.