Dabi had always had this odd fascination with Tomura's hands.
They were so dangerous, yet so damn delicate at the same time. How they managed to be so cautious, but carefree at the same time.
How they managed to be deadly, but intriguing at the same time.
Especially since they were such big parts of him.
Of course, his Quirk and everything that came with it.
But how he scratched, touched, hell, even how he laid them slack.
Dabi wasn't sure why he found himself wanting to intertwined his fingers with Tomura's. It didn't make sense to him, but they'd been together for a while. Tomura had started coming around to cuddling, finally, and so hand-holding should be fine.

Dabi straightened out his wrist, they were already close enough to touch just like that under the shared umbrella.
Even when Tomura was wearing gloves, he'd rip his hands away when he saw them getting close to anyone in the league. Especially Dabi. He couldn't think about getting close without Tomura hiding them between his legs or behind his back.
And he also hated change. Damn, how much he hated it.
Dabi knew these, and so he knew he couldn't just grab Tomura's hand in public. That'd give him a panic attack.
So, he linked his pinky finger around his boyfriend's. He didn't expect to be able to hold on with just that, and so he clamped down before Tomura even had a chance to pull away.
The shorter male snapped his eyes up, and even though his brows were furrowed and he was trying to look angry, Dabi found a wave of guilt suddenly crash over him. The fear and pleading in those red eyes absolutely shattered his heart.
Because what happened the last time Tomura held someone's hand?
Dabi didn't let anything show. That'd hurt him worse.
He relaxed his hand and cocked a smile.
“See? It's alright.”