*hold my beer.*

Kirishima x Dabi

Room 58

Kirishima made sure to do three laps of the block before he finally deviated from the main road and took one of the alleys. It was a few more twists and turns before he finally came face to face with the apartment complex.

His phone buzzed in his pocket again and Kirishima huffed with a small laugh at the text message that lit his screen up.

He took the steps two at a time, ignoring the people that lingered on the stairs, the arguments that took place in doorways and the smell of illegal drugs.

There was a certain warmth flooding his stomach as he reached the fifth floor and the carefully placed mask he'd been wearing began to slip away.

It was always such a breath of fresh air outside of UA's grounds, a sigh of relief flooding him as he stopped outside of room 58.

His phone buzzed again and he didn't bother knocking, the door was never locked, and he kicked it closed behind him with a quick shout of, "You're impatient tonight."

There was the heavy smell of nicotine in the air and he drank in it, relishing in the comfort it filled him

with.

"You're late."

Kirishima rolled his eyes as he stepped into the run down living room and took in the view of Dabi, lounging on the couch with a cigarette hanging from his lips and his arms thrown over the back of the couch.

He walked over to him with a chuckle and plucked the offending item from his mouth. "Ten minutes, Dabs." It tucked the end of the cigarette between his lips and took a long drag, sighing as he pulled it away. "Oh, shit I needed that."

Dabi hummed, cerulean eyes peering over him before he reached for Kirishima's shirt and tugged him down to perch in his lap. "You could probably quit playing hero by now," Dabi said. He stole the cigarette back and took a drag.

Kirishima hummed, hooked his fingers behind Dabi's

neck and pressed their chests together. "I could, but it's so much fun."

Dabi scoffed, "You know what else is fun?"

Kirishima smirked and pressed his mouth to the villains in a quick peck. "Your lap?"

Dabi chuckled, wrapped one arm around Kirishima's waist and turned his

head, blue eyes locked on red as he took an extra long smoke from his cigarette. He cupped Kirishima's chin, hovered their lips a hair's breadth away from each other and blew his puff of smoke into Kirishima's waiting mouth.

Kirishima groaned, eyes sliding half closed as he

leaned forward and swallowed the vapours down. "Fuck," he whined.

Dabi smirked, "That's definitely on tonight's agenda."