The crisp air of November ushered in the start of another No Nut November, a challenge that Dabi and Y/N had participated in for years but had never managed to conquer. Every year, Dabi's wild sex drive proved to be a formidable opponent, making their attempts feel like an uphill battle. Yet, with a newfound determination, they pledged this time would be different. Today marked the first day of the month, and they were resolute to make it into December unscathed.
In the beginning, the first few days felt deceptively easy. The world outside was cloaked in a serene stillness, a stark contrast to the raging chaos of their everyday lives. Dabi, who was accustomed to hiding his emotions beneath layers of sarcasm and rage, found himself oddly distracted by his partner's presence. Y/N was a constant source of warmth and familiarity, grounding him amidst the tumultuous scenes of being a member of the League of Villains.
But as the days slipped into the second week, the initial exhilaration turned into a torturous effort. They found themselves moments away from giving in to their primal urges more than once—a lingering touch, a heated glance, and even the predawn cuddles that ignited something deeply buried within them. Y/N could sense Dabi's frustration bubbling just beneath the surface; the tension in his muscles a constant reminder of their shared goal and the impending doom of their defeat.
By the end of the third week, things had escalated. The League's drama escalated, and it frustrates Dabi to no end. The bickering, plotting, and schemes served as distractions during the day, but at night, all the pent-up frustration transformed into a raw ache that was impossible to ignore. They both wanted out—out of this challenge, out of their headspace, out of the relentless need clawing at them from the inside.
"Y/N," Dabi growled one evening as they lay on their shared bed, both restless and fidgety, skirting their gazes from one another. "This is… torture."
"I know," Y/N sighed, biting their lip, trying to tamp down the urge to tease him. "But we've come so far. We're not giving up now."
"What if I don't want to?"
"That's the point," they replied, half-smiling, half-pleading. "We need to stay strong. Just think about the relief when this is over."
Dabi's expression tightened, and frustration flickered in his eyes. "It doesn't feel like a relief. It feels like—like I'm losing my mind, Y/N."
"Just a week and a half left, we can do this together. Remember why we started this?" they encouraged, trying to light a spark of motivation in him. "It's just a little longer."
But as hours turned into agonizing moments, Dabi finally snapped one evening. After a particularly frustrating day filled with the League's constant bickering, he stormed into their shared space, anger radiating off him in waves. "I can't do this anymore! Not like this! It's driving me insane!"
Y/N watched, half worried, half amused, as he threw open the window, letting the icy November wind swirl into the room. "I can't even release tension without breaking the stupid vow! What do you want me to do, just sit here all month and suffer? I can't take it!"
Y/N took a deep breath, feeling sympathy for his plight yet also recognizing the intensity of his emotions. "Dabi, listen…"
Before Y/N could continue, Dabi turned sharply, his cobalt blue eyes locking onto theirs. "I don't want to hear it. This was your idea!"
"Then stop acting like a child!" Y/N shot back, the air thick with tension. "We're both struggling, Dabi, but we can't just give up now."
Dabi's stance softened for a moment, caught in the fierce resolve reflected in Y/N's gaze. He could feel the weight of the challenge suffocating him; they were both on the edge, and the distance between them felt insurmountable.
"Fine," he relented, drawing closer, their shared warmth seeming to wrap around them like a blanket. "But we need a distraction—a big one."
Y/N raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk creeping onto their face. "And what do you suggest?"
Dabi leaned in, his lips brushing against their ear. "How about if we turn this frustration into something else? No touching, no getting off, but let's have some fun with the mind games."
They both hesitated, breathing heavily, eyes locked in a battle of wills. "Deal, but only if we promise to make it through till December and not kill each other first."
"Deal," Dabi whispered, the tension morphing into an electrifying excitement as he took a step back, their hearts racing in anticipation of what was to come.
As the night unfolded, Dabi and Y/N found themselves weaving between overwhelming desire, playful banter, and profound intimacy, exploring each other's minds rather than bodies. The final stretch of November would be brutal, no doubt, but as they navigated their uncharted territory together, they discovered a depth to their connection that promised lasting rewards far beyond simple release.
It was a battle between passion and restraint, and together, they were ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead.