𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ➣ Dabi

just a dream

No. No. No. Please, no. Don't do this. Don't. They want to keep you. They want to keep you here, in their possession because of your quirk. You shouldn't have healed that man. Maybe then, you wouldn't be here. Maybe you wouldn't have to deal with this and you could be in your bed at home, safe and sound.

"Take her to her room please. And lock her in there."

"That's a little harsh," Dabi says, still gripping your upper arm.

"We don't want to lose her, do we? Now go."

Dabi mocks him. "Now go," he repeats, flipping Shig off. Shig only shakes his head at him, shooing him off.

Dabi pulls you along with him, not saying anything, just dragging you along and through the hallways and up some stairs till he reaches a hallway with doors on each side of the walls. You're assuming bedrooms.

He takes you into an empty room, well, there's a desk and a bed, but that's it. Other than that, it's completely bare. And dark. And gross. And lonely.

"You'll be staying here," he says. "Enjoy." As if this is some bed and breakfast and you booked a room.

He shuts the door after pushing you inside and you hear him lock it and walk off. You sink to your knees, your chest heaving with sobs as you try so hard to keep it contained. You're stuck. Trapped. Stolen. No longer independent. Now you're a pawn for villains who want to end all heroes. This is not what you wanted. This is not what you needed. This is not what you wanted.

You lie down on the floor, sobbing for what felt like hours. And probably was because by the time Dabi stops by, it's dark out. He's got a tray of food and he sets it on the ground, looks at you and your teary-eyed face, and then leaves, locking the door again. You sigh, push the tray away, and lie back down on the floor. No point in eating if they might kill you in the end.

You can't help but feel like if you didn't heal that guy's hand, maybe you wouldn't be here. How would he know what quirk you have if you never use it? But it's too late now. You can't go back in time and you can't fix it. So now you're stuck here. Trapped. And for the past several hours you've done nothing but cry and over think. Sure, it's pathetic, but you're locked in your room with a window that has bars so there's no chance of escape. What else can you do? Nothing.

Dabi steps in, with no warning, and stares at the uneaten plate of food and again, your teary-eyed face.

"You didn't eat," he says.

You just turn away from him, holding your legs up to your chest.

"Are you just going to cry all day?"

You ignore him.

He just picks up your plate of food and leaves again, locking the door. You sniff and wipe at your tears.

"It's just a dream," you whisper, your throat still raw. "A stupid, horrifying dream. It has to be."

A dream. A very really, very realistic dream. One that constricts your throat, making you choke on the air in front of you. It's like the hands of anxiety are gripping your throat and congesting your heart, slowly drowning you in your tears of pain. It's suffocating. To the point where your eyes are squeezed shut as you just sit in silence, waiting for the pain in your chest to go away. Because it hurts. It hurts so much. But why? It's not like you've got family or friends missing you. Sure, you've got the flower shop but you don't really talk to the other workers. They won't miss you. No one will. So why must it hurt so damn much?

"Dream," you murmur. "Dream. Just a dream. I'll wake up soon. "

Eventually the pain in your chest fades to a dull ache. You still sit on the floor, lying on your side as you close your eyes, trying to fall asleep to forget the pain. It's not a dream. You've pinched yourself several times and nothings worked. Your stomach growls but you're not hungry. You don't feel like eating even if your body says differently.

"Are you hungry now?"

You sit up and make eye contact with Dabi, who holds another tray of food. He sets it on the desk and makes himself comfortable on the bed. You lie back down, your back to him and you try to ignore him. He doesn't say anything, nor does he really acknowledge you. He just lies on the bed, staring at the ceiling with his hands behind his head. You stomach rumbles again. You ate a granola bar this morning but that was it. But you ignore it and ignore the ache in your stomach to eat. Even if the food looks tempting.

"You're hungry," he states.

You don't reply.

He gets up and grabs the tray, setting it down in front of you. "You won't be useful if you're weak." You just stare at him. "Ah. I see. That's the whole point." He sits down across from you and stretches out as he rests his hands on his abs. He doesn't talk. You don't either. Eventually you lie down on your back and stare up the ceiling. You ignore your hunger by closing your eyes and dreaming a different life. How would you have turned out if you didn't lose your family to the villains. If the pro heroes rescued you sooner. If they were nicer, more human. Would you be so closed off? So scared? Or would you be open, happier? Maybe you'd have more friends. Maybe life wouldn't be so bad and you wouldn't be so touch starved. Maybe.

Dabi sits up and looks at you. His eyes seem to start reading you, making you squirm and look away from him. You don't like the way he stares at you, the way he just looks with no expression on his face. It's intimidating. It's making you over think.

"If you can heal people, why don't you heal those scars on your face?"

You freeze, whipping your head to face him. You pause, wondering if you should speak. But you don't want to give him any reason to like you. Or any reason to want to know you more, to want you to open up. So you just shrug and turn away, pulling your knees up to your chest.

He cocks his head to the side. "You can't, can you?" He pauses. "Interesting."

You frown, willing him to go away. To just leave you alone. You don't want to talk. You don't want to make friends. You don't it. So go away. Just go. Please. Leave.

He gets up and stretches. "I think you should eat," he says coldly. "Shigaraki will be pissed if he finds you dead."

Ah. Shig must be Shigaraki. Makes more sense.

You just ignore him till you hear him shut your door and once again, lock it. You break down in tears again. This time a new type a pain. A longing. Why did he stay so long? What's so great about you? He wasn't talking but he was there, with you, alone. And it wasn't that it was awkward, part of it was comforting. Just being with someone. Even if you hate him so far.

You shake your head. God, you're so touch starved that just being alone with a villain gave a sense of comfort.

You just want to go home already.

Please.

It's just a dream. 

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