Stray Dog | Yandere!Dabi X Reader

Stray Dog

A/N: Sooo while this is a yandere story, it's actually consensual all the way around. Soft yan Dabi is a fun concept, and a lot of this is just him musing about how much he loves you. This is also around when I started using second person pov with all of my works.

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He had snuck into your apartment, but you were used to it. After a long day at work, and many, many months of his shenanigans, you'd almost be surprised if he wasn't in your place when you got home. You've considered just letting him move in, maybe repaint the guest bedroom a dark blue, get a black duvet, and some throw pillows to match him, but that'd be useless. If he did move in, you figured he'd end up in your bed no matter what room you designated as his. You don't know what he wants from you, you have an idea, but he's never explicitly stated why he does what he does.

Why he unlocks your window from the outside when he knows where the spare key is, why he cooks you food when you're too tired to do anything, or why he's so careful with your small frame compared to what you've seen him do on the news. But it's fine, it's okay. He's never tried to hurt you, never done anything without you wanting it, and when one of his staples nicked your arm he fussed over you for the rest of the night like a worried mother. You were scared at first, terrified that there was a wanted villain in your home, but now... Now you weren't sure. It was impossible to be sure.

His name is Dabi, that's what he told you the night he first entered your home(at least to your knowledge), and he isn't going to hurt you. Don't scream, put down the frying pan, it's okay. When you lowered your weapon, and you stood on opposite ends of your living room, all he said was that he'd be back, and don't be as startled next time. So, out of fear, you listened. The next time he showed up in your house, you had just dragged yourself home from work. Your fingers gripped weakly at the keys as you fumbled with the lock, and when you got inside a heavy sigh escaped you.

"Rough day?"

Your head snapped over to your couch where Dabi sat, absentmindedly twirling a pencil between his fingers.

"H-how'd you get back in?" You asked, too tired to register the open window in your peripherals. Dabi sighed and pointed the dull writing utensil at his inconvenient entrance, the curtains moving slightly at the breeze. The cold of the night air settled on your skin, and you shivered.

"Are y' cold?" Dabi questioned, and you brought your attention back to him.

"I'm fine," you said, "just wondering what you want of me."

He huffed a laugh, and you swore you heard his chest rattle. It looked painful, the stretch of a smile on his face, the staples pulled taught on his skin. He looked up at you, turquoise eyes meeting yours.

"Does it really matter? After all, it's not like I have any plans to hurt you or anything. You're plenty safe around me."

You scoffed in disbelief.

"Does it really matter? Of course, it matters- you're a wanted villain with a killing streak that's decided to make himself comfortable in my own home!"

Dabi waved his hand dismissively, rolling his eyes. "Villain schmillain, sweetheart. Look- I, personally, don't think that information is too important here. Maybe later, but right now? Nah. Just know that your well-being will stay intact even when I'm around, so don't go all defensive and 'don't kill me please' the second I'm around you, cause I've already established that's not gonna happen, okay doll?"

All you could do was blink dumbly at him. Even with his "explanation", you were only left more confused. He raised his eyebrow expectantly, and you sighed.

"Look, I'm just gonna go to bed. Uh- close the window when you leave, okay?"

Dabi nodded, almost gleeful at your cooperation. That night, you waited until you heard your window slide shut and the lock click until you finally let yourself drift off.