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9:17 p.m.
to say you were nervous was an understatement. although, finally being able to get to know the man tonight seemed exciting, it was also nerve racking. overthinking began to run its course through your head.
what if it's too soon to have him open up?
will he show up?
does he even like me?
what if he fucking kills me...
your eyes grew large at your own thoughts, and you shook your head to make them go away.
to be quite honest, you didn't give two fucks about your outfit choice. you simply decided on a pair of light washed jeans and a thin lavender colored sweater. now for your hair: you left it loose.
you couldn't be out for too long tonight; you have to go back to hero work tomorrow. so, let's just hope no surprises end up happening.
per usual, you grabbed everything you needed. you took a deep breath before walking out of your house, and closed the door behind you.
once arriving, your eyes inspected the area. he wasn't there, yet. you walked in and sat at the same spot you two sat in last time.
where the fuck is he?
you let out a huff and crossed your right leg over your left. you went on your phone for the bit to pass time.
after about 25 minutes passed, you started to lose faith in him showing up. you got up from the chair and shoved your phone in your back pocket. before even beginning to walk towards the exit, you heard the creaky door open slowly. your body shifted and faced the direction of the door. you took in the site of the same bland man from before.
he's here.
he shuffled past a few people and sat in his usual spot. you quickly made your way to sit next to him. you slowly plopped down in the chair and made yourself comfortable.
"i was started to think you wouldn't show up." you looked at him, and he appeared gloomy as ever.
"you doubted me?" he questioned lowly. you raised an eyebrow at him before opening your mouth to speak.
"i'm mean, i guess," you said awkwardly.
"never doubt me," he ordered. you sifted in your seat, feeling uncomfortable from the dark aura he gave off.
"you're really starting to creep me out.."
"shut up, you'll get used to it." you rolled your eyes and slouched in your seat.
"soo, anything special we gonna talk about?" you asked.
"special?"
"well, yeah. i don't know, maybe you can let me get to know you before you try to get in my pants," you replied sarcastically, earning a small chuckle from him.
"i like women like you. you hold a strong image for yourself."
"thanks, i guess," you said lowly. the atmosphere was quiet and awkward. you didn't expect it to be this weird.
"alright, you start. tell me your name, babe." you grumbled slightly before speaking.
"okay, one: i'm not your babe. and two: my name is (y/n). now, what's yours?" you heard him snicker a bit.
"calm down.. babe. cute name you got there. my name is dabi."
you let out a huge sigh. "i guess you have a nice name, too," you teased.
"tch, you're full of attitude tonight, huh?"
"it's not like you're gonna do anything about it.. or are you?" his head lifted up to look at you, straight into your eyes. you delivered him a smirk.
"be careful, little one. if you keep teasing me like that, i'm not gonna be able to control myself," he warned you, making your eyes widen. you took your bottom lip in between your teeth, and squeezed your legs together. he really knew what he was doing. he loved the reaction he got from you, and he was possibly planning on trying to get more of those out of you.
"s-stop teasing you asshole!" you demanded. suddenly, you felt his large, warm hand on your inner thigh. you looked down with widened eyes. he obviously noticed this, making him smirk, hard.
"what's wrong, babe?" you clenched your hand into a fist and closed your eyes softly.
"s-stop it.." you said quietly. you were barely able to form any correct words.
he licked his lips before answering, "looks to me like you're enjoying this."
"and if i do?"
you felt him grip your thigh harshly, making you squeal.
"i'm so close to dragging you into the bathroom and just ramming that pussy of yours," he spoke sternly. you swallowed hard. your breathing was shaky and uncontrollable. what has this man done to me?
you began to feel bolder than usual. "why don't i take you to my house and have you take care of that yourself?" you placed your hand over his, slowly stroking it. he quickly got up from his chair, dragging you up along with him.
"let's go, then. right now." he grabbed your hand and forced you to follow behind him, making you both exit the bar together.
