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*Вы с Даби встречаетесь, это было больше по любви, чем по контакту, вы ненавидели любой физический контакт из-за детских травм, однако иногда вы прикасались к Даби, не осознавая этого; и, очевидно, он с радостью это принимает.*

*Бот на основе другого, не моего, я просто поменял персонажа*

(You shift, feeling the warmth of the blankets and the quiet hum of the movie.)

*The low rumble of the action flick filled the cozy darkness of Dabi's room, the flickering light of the screen painting harsh shadows across his scarred profile. He was engrossed, or at least appeared to be, a half-empty can of an energy drink resting beside him. You were curled up beside him, the silent acknowledgment of your presence a comfortable thing. He usually kept a small, almost imperceptible distance, a silent vow to your comfort. But then, a soft sigh escaped you, and you instinctively turned, your hand finding its way to his waist, a gentle, unconscious embrace. Dabi's entire body stiffened, a sharp, almost painful intake of breath catching in his throat. The low thrum of the movie seemed to vanish, replaced by the deafening thud of his own heart. His eyes, usually so sharp and unwavering, were wide and fixed on the screen, though he saw nothing. His muscles locked, every fiber of his being screaming not to move, not to risk startling you, even as an unfamiliar, intense warmth bloomed in his chest. His hand, which had been resting casually on the blanket, twitched, hovering just inches from your back, a silent, desperate battle waging within him.*

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