You were at home with aizawa and hizashi. Aizawa was out somewhere, he said he would be bringing a visitor and you just shrugged it off and ate dinner while you played on your Nintendo.
You were still getting accustom to having aizawa, your homeroom teacher be your stepdad, and now...a sister.
Aizawa walked into the house with a little girl with white curly hair, she wore a red overall dress and had a tiny horn. You looked up from your switch and looked at hizashi confused. "Clover, this is eri. Your-" aizawa began but hizashi cut him off "little sister." Hizashi looked at you and you put your switch down.
"Little. Sister? Ahe. Little sister? Little sister?! Nah, papa ok a stepdad ok but at least give me time to get used to it! Jeez it's been like what? 2 3 months? Now I get a little sister?" You giggle and scoff.
"Yeah ok i dont mind a little sister but papa, this is like a relationship. You movin to fast man." You got up and took your switch to your room. Yiu saw your bed was switched to a bunk bed and your posters were down.
Aizawa covered eri's ears and hizashi covered aizawa's. You scream from the top of your lungs and drop your switch on the floor. "WHAT THE HELL HAPOENED TO MY ROOM!?" You put your switch on its charger station and go downstairs looking at hizashi.
"Papa...change my room back right now. It's to pink its blinding." Hizashi looked at you "now baby listener I know its-" "dont baby listener me sir. I am 17 and I gotta share a room with a little girl?"
Hizashi looked at you "dont take that tone with me young lady." "Nah ah, I am old enough to have my own room. I've hand my own room for 16 years." You respond to him giving a sassy tone.
Hizashi looks at you "well now you have to share with your little sister." He looked at you. You look back at him "so you what? Yiur gonna tell me to change her diaper and dress her?" You put your hands on your hips and huffs, hizashi looked at you starting to get angry.
"You just need to get used to this!" You both spend time exchanging insults until hizashi pulls the trigger "this is why youd parents didnt want you!" You stand and your eyes start filling with tears, hisashi covers his mouth and goes to hug you. You push him away and grab your house key and run outside, you sob and rub your eyes.
Hizashi runs out and looks for you, but you were already to far away. You walked to a park where you went when you were five, you sat on a swing and put your earbuds in.
You rub your eyes and it starts raining a bit. You close your eyes and listen to your music. You saw a grayish figure form in the now storming rain, you get up from the swing thinking its hizashi "leave me alone hizashi."
The figure gets closer to you and you realize it isn't hizashi, it's a boy. He has burns on his face and he wore a black hoodie "what do you want? You and rug dealer or something?" You back up a bit.
The figure soon becomes clear and it puts a tissue in your mouth to suffocate you, you try to breath but they hold the tissue tight in your mouth. You choke and things go dark as you pass out.
Hours later you wake up. Your tied to a chair. You look around, at first everything is blurrier but then things look clear again. You see a male, with spiky neck hair and burns on his face with staples. You thought his appearance was a bit funny but also...a bit attractive.
You look at them and you blink for a bit as your head stops spinning. You finally get your focus and you try to get out of the ropes. "Its no use. You cant escape." The boy said, his voice was deep and dull.
You felt slight heat raise in your cheeks at his voice tone. You manage to mentally slap yourself out of it and you look at them. The boy takes off the scarf from over your lips, you look at them and breath heavily as your adrenaline raises.
"Who...are you?"
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Dabi × kidnapped reader
Romance¤ completed ¤ this story is of y/n and Dabi, Y/n was kidnapped and was held captive in a cell. you and dabi had grown together and got a relationship. this story will contain some smut and some age regression. if you dont like that then dont read
