Flammable Love (Dabi X Reader)

Chapter 4 Through Another's Eyes

"She was like a drug. I wanted more and more, I knew she was my doom but the thrill was worth dying for. She was my drug and I,  was like the addict who didn't know how to quit"
-r.m. drake

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Dabi's POV

When she held my arm it was like nothing I've ever experienced before. The closest I could come to describing it would be the worlds best high. It was relaxing and warm and cold and wild all at once. And I am a God damn pussy? What kind of person am I? I don't need anyone especially some hero wanna be that saves people.

When I jumped out that window it was the best and worst decision I've ever made. The look on her face was priceless, thinking about it makes me laugh. Just one touch my pain was gone but I can get the same effect from meds. I was lying through my teeth but would never admit that she helped.

"Dabi next time you decide to jump out of a third story window leave me out of it," mr compress say when he let me out of his weird ass marble.

"Oh come on would you really want to see my blood paint this ally," he just simply looks at me.

"Who were you talking to when you jumped?"

"None of your fuckin business," I say biting my words.

"Ooo we're feisty today are you feeling good," I knew what he meant everyone in the league knew. To be honest I was feeling good I still didn't have any pain. I could have fallen from the building and landed on the cement and wouldn't felt a thing.

When we walked into LOVs HQ everyone seemed to take notice to my energetic mood.

"How high are you?" shigaraki asked me plainly.

"He's probably hawked up on his pain killers again," Toga chimes in sitting on a tall stool while swinging her legs. They weren't judging by any means they simply liked knowing who they were dealing with. The highs were heaven the lows were hell for everyone. When I was going through withdraw I get mood swings and seem bipolar. Like I had dual personalities I was sweet one minute and reeking havoc the next.

"On a scale of 1-10, 27," I said plainly walking back to my room.

Everytime I close my eyes I can see her... feel her touch.... but I'm not a fuckin simp damn it. Before I could stop myself I was pulling my fist out of the dry wall.

"DABI I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU PUT A HOLE IN YOUR WALL AG...." I just slam my door shut. Fuck I don't know my problem is, I'm never hung up on a girl. Especially not one so far from my type.

I even saw her in my dream my hand on her skin it's almost as if I couldn't control my quirk. I branded her skin and she screamed. I wanted to burst out laughing her voice was perfect. I wanted to relish in her pain the mear fact she was alive was a miracle. The state I left her in she should be ash by now.

Her quirk was quite interesting water not something that goes well with my own. But a sight to behold none the less. The way she put out the flames and tried to heal me despite her own state. Maybe she would be an asset to the league. Someone who could heal, someone who could fight, someone who could keep me under control... I scoff at my own thoughts her keep me under control. I couldn't keep myself together. How could anyone else?

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It's been days since I saw her and I still felt good the pain was back but not bad. She hasn't left my mind for a moment. I even went to a strip club hoping to rid myself of her but the girls couldn't distract me.

I tried to find her without the league knowing they would never let me live it down. So in my search I found the hospital she was at. I was slightly relieved that she wasn't turned to ash. I kept watch until she was discharged and to my surprise a certain red wing guy picked her up. I followed her home. I felt like an addict that need a fix. Her.... she was my drug. I watched but he didn't leave, I figured he was staying with her.

Damn I bit my nails.. I can't just go in there I'll blow his cover. He needs to maintain the hero act.

Word count 786
Posted Jan 15 2021