Don't Judge a Book

and attend to know understanding

"When you said I'd become the center of your thoughts...what exactly did that mean?" Izuku's face flushed and he tried to pull back his hand. Shouto gripped it tighter. He wanted the answer to his question. He'd answered enough of Izuku's. 

"Intimate thoughts," Izuku muttered. He couldn't think of a better way to say it. 

"You'll have to be more clear. Intimate for you could be as simple as handholding or kissing for all I know," Shouto smiled slightly, ignoring the fact the two were currently holding hands. 

Izuku shook his head. "Since I lost my wings I haven't been as afraid to think of more sexual fantasies." Izuku pushed Shouto onto the bed and sat on top of him. His face still a bit red. "When I say intimate, I mean intimate." 

"Izuku, I just told you not to-" 

The green-haired former angel shut him up with a kiss. The half-demon melted upon contact. He was unable to force logic into action and ended up following Izuku's lead. Dabi watched, with hands covering his eyes. He wanted to give the two privacy but he still stared through the cracks of his fingers. Demons had a thing for watching relationships unfold. It was a guilty pleasure. Like how humans like to watch The Bachelor or something of the sort. Call it a side effect of the seven deadly sin: lust. 

Izuku's hands were still cold against Shouto's skin as he ran them down the half-demon's torso. He only shivered on the flame side, considering the angelic side was just as cold already. Dabi hid behind the lamp on the nightstand and poked his head out to continue to watch the scene. He silently applauded his brother but felt just as awkward for him. He did just ask Izuku not to mislead him.  

Shouto placed his hands on Izuku's chest, pushing him away as gently as possible. His eyes welled up with tears. Impure and pure. "I'm not my brother, Izuku," he said, his voice on the verge of collapse. "I'm not a replacement or a plaything. Please stop using my emotions for your advantage and decide what you really want to do. You know that I won't reject you but it's not fair for you to use me like this..." 

"Shouto, please don't cry, I'm sorry, I was wrong, but please don't cry," Izuku hesitated to reach down and wipe away his tears. 

"I'm flattered that you find me attractive," Shouto began, taking in a deep breath, "but it is hard enough for me as it is to keep my feelings for you in check. If you don't want to break my heart later, please pull yourself together and provide me with an answer as soon as you can." Shouto attempted to sit up but Izuku pushed him back down. 

"I don't know when it'll happen or if I'm even capable of loving someone but I'm determined to love you, Shouto," Izuku announced. "It's not that I don't like you, it's that I'm scared I'll never like you in the same way you like me because I don't know if that's possible for an angel...or a disowned angel...or whatever it is that I am now. That's why..." it was his turn to cry, "that's why it took me so long to talk to Dabi and when I'd finally started thinking about it I realized he didn't even like me. I don't want to hurt you, Shouto, but I also don't want to make the same mistake." Izuku rested his forehead on Shouto's chest and sobbed lightly. 

"Is the care you feel towards me different from what you feel for others?" Shouto asked. Izuku nodded. "It's entirely possible that you'll never love me in the same way but no two loves are the same. We are cut from different cloths, even if I am half-angel, we are two separate people. I'll just have to love you enough for the both of us." 

"You're willing to be in a relationship even if the future is uncertain?" Izuku looked up, tears still in the corner of his eyes. 

Shouto chuckled, "The future is always uncertain in a relationship." 

Meanwhile, Dabi was still hiding behind the lamp a sobbing mess. Look at his little brother go. These two were so perfect for each other and his ship just became canon. If only he could talk about this beautiful scene with his own boyfriends, wherever they were. Dabi sniffled and wiped a tear from his eye. Precious boys. He mentally wrote out the perfect fanfiction for them, considering he had zero things to do anyway. Sure, hearing Izuku mention him was a bit painful but more than anything Dabi just wanted his own boyfriends back. 

"Oh fuck," Dabi muttered and slapped a hand over his mouth, hoping the two didn't hear him. Was Tomura going to think he ran away again? Shit. 'Hi, chapstick, I didn't actually run away...I was kidnapped by God.' Likely story. He wouldn't believe himself if he heard that. Dabi held his face in his hands and sighed. What a nightmare. 

But, then again, what if the opposite was true? What if God's imitation of him using some other demon's 'soul' fulfilled all of Tomura's wishes? And he never actually noticed that Dabi was gone? What if this was the one time he never came looking for him? Dabi curled up into a ball and tried not to think about it anymore. Tomura wouldn't settle for a fake...probably. No. He definitely wouldn't....maybe. What about Overhaul? Would he notice? Dabi shook his head. He couldn't think about this anymore. Write more fanfiction or something in your mind. Don't think about this. Just...don't...