A Picture Says a Thousand Words (Dabi x OC!Seihyo)

[CRYBABY]

It seemed like all of Japan knew of the Todoroki’s. They happened to be one of the wealthiest families due entirely to Enji’s despicable business tactics, but it wasn’t their wealth that often landed the Todoroki name in on the cover of media magazines, it was Touya—or better known as Dabi. Within a few years of leaving the toxic household that Enji headed, Dabi became one of the top known street wear designers and within a few years after that he was being commissioned to design MET Gala attire for celebrities.

Dabi began his own line of designer wear very shortly after his first debut on the red carpet and he never looked back. He had natural talent for dealing with the undesirables in the fashion business, be it models, agents, or other artists he collaborated with—AKA Dynamight—Dabi was quick to shut down any bullshit and get straight to the point: money.

He had spent the first 10 years of his career fixated on his goal, to become richer and more powerful than his father could ever imagine, and although he had gotten close he hadn’t quite surpassed his dad in either of those aspects. But now, mere weeks before his 30th birthday, Dabi’s desire to ultimately destroy his piece of shit father was replaced with the uncontrollable /need/. Need for what exactly? Well, for /her/.

Dabi had a very commanding presence, it didn’t help that he looked intimidating being taller than most others and covered, literally, from head to toe in tattoos, so the fact that no one ever actually stood up to him was no wonder. That was until /she/ showed up.

Foot tapping against the polished mahogany floors, Dabi looked down at his watch. 3 fucking minutes. He had been waiting 3 minutes for his next model to walk in for pictures. “Fucking bitch!” He growled before stomping to the dressing room, pushing past the other models and MUA’s to the fitting room of the next girl who was supposed to come out.. Seihyo was that her name? He couldn’t remember so he opted for a “Oi! Do you know how to tell time?”

Dabi would much rather believe that his new model was hard of hearing than to be just ignoring him, so out of the kindness of his heart he gave her the benefit of the doubt and tried again, this time with a loud knock on the door prior. “I /SAID/ DO YOU KNOW HOW TO TELL TIME?”

Silence.

Now she was testing Dabi’s patience, his already hair thin patience. That was it, he was done playing with this little bitch, one angry burst the door wide open “WHO THE HELL DO YOU—“. That was all he could muster out as the little bitch mentioned previously quite literally took his breath away. She sat delicately, perfectly upright, on the stool provided in front of the large vanity mirror, eyes steady looking straight at herself while she finished applying bottom eye liner. Nothing was in disarray, not one strand of hair was askew atop her perfect head, indicating that Dabi’s aggression hadn’t made it past the door to her ears.

He stood dumb founded, eyes stuck on her red orbs.. if this were a cartoon his jaw would literally be on the floor. He had no words. Anger, frustration, revenger all washed out of him and replaced with nothing but her. Her scent, the way her hair lay against her neck, her pretty pink lips and large cat eyes, and not to mention the heavenly way he could /feel/ her breathing. Time was stand still, and he may have passed out from lack of oxygen if his assistant hadn’t stepped in.

“..Dabi sir..?” Her voice was low, a whisper, something he could only hear in the distant part of his mind.