Ride or Die | Dabi x Reader

FOURTEEN

"Why do you keep coming back to me?"

Dabi blinked hard, then to my surprise he suddenly went into a fit of laughter.

My face twisted up, feeling uncomfortable over his reaction to my vulnerable question. Plus, his laugh wasn't like the genuine one I had heard earlier tonight.

He caught his breath and bent over a bit, I noticed his expression was unreadable.

"I pretty much hate everyone but you."

The fluffy haired man looked over at me and
raised a brow, "But if you keep asking all these questions you're going to end up on the same list."

My heart relaxed a little bit, but still wasn't quite satisfied with his answer.

I should know better. When has he ever talked about his feelings.

Not wanting to make a big deal out of it, I forced a laugh and pushed his shoulder, "Asshole. What the fuck, you gave me three questions."

My eyes dropped back down to my hands, still feeling a little hurt. And stupid.

Two fingers gently slid under my chin and lifted it, forcing me to look up at him. I looked at Dabi surprised, his face much more serious than it was moments before. Still, unreadable.

Dabi's mouth hung open ever so slightly and he scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact.

There was a pause that felt like a lifetime. Every second seeming to last a little bit longer than the last. I had no idea what was going on through his head.

Finally, Dabi hung his head a bit and exhaled like he had been holding his breath.

"At the hospital, and with animals, and with me... You like saving people, right?" He asked, staring down at the ground.

Confused to where he was going with this, I replied, "Yeah...?"

He kicked some gravel around with his boots, still not looking at me, "That means you like being a good person."

My mind raced back to the restaurant and the conversation I had with the waitress in the bathroom. The thoughts I had about Dabi and perspective. But still.

"Yeah, I guess."

Dabi laughed to himself, stretching his neck back up to look up at the stars, "Well you know what I like?"

I pulled at the cuffs of his hoodie, nervous for his answer, "What?"

Dabi turned his gaze towards me, his blue eyes locking with mine.

"You."

My fingers squeezed around the soft fabric in my hands and my chest tightened. I did everything I could but the corners of my mouth turned up.

"Oh." Was all I could muster with a smile, not wanting to say anything to sound like a total idiot and ruin this rare moment.

Dabi's head fell into his hands and he sighed, "And I know it doesn't make any sense. It's just you remind me of—" His eyes got wide and he cut himself off, seeming to immediately regret what he was about to say.

It took everything in me to not beg him to finish that sentence.

He cleared his throat, "Nevermind. But I know I shouldn't get you wrapped up in my lifestyle. It's so dangerous and—"

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his, shutting him up.

He easily fell into the kiss, his hand holding my lower back to keep my balance.

Pulling back I grinned, "D, I can make my own choices. Clearly I'm already in pretty deep."

Dabi took a piece of hair and pushed it away from my face, "You're lucky you're so pretty, because you're very naive."

I scowled at him.

"There's so much you don't know about, and shouldn't know about. I'm not someone you should be hanging around."

My eyes widened and I threw my hands up, "Then why do you keep coming to my apartment and taking me out?!"

Dabi smirked, "Because I'm selfish."

I scooted closer to him and threw my legs over his lap. Wanting to feel his body heat.

So much of me knew what I was doing was probably stupid. Could get me in trouble. But for some reason I didn't care. At least not in this moment. I just wanted to be with him.

His arm draped around my lower back and snuck under the hoodie and tshirt, his thumb drawing circles around my spine.

"I know you wanted to ask me why I became a villain, but you were a good girl and only asked three questions so I'll just tell you anyways."

Pressing my head against his chest, I listened to his heart beat.

"Okay."

"Well first, why do you think I do the things I do?" He asked, his deep voice vibrating against me.

I thought for a moment.

Why would someone become a criminal? Out of greed? Out of pure evil? Out of desperation.

"I think maybe you had no other choice. Something happened."

"Wow. Smart girl." He paused, "I was pushed to the edge, so I became what I feared the most. Now I'm in control."

I looked up at him, and I could almost swear somewhere deep within his eyes there was sadness. Pain. A story that maybe one day I would get to hear, but tonight I wouldn't pry.

I pressed a kiss to his chest and rested my head back down, "That's understandable."

There was silence for a moment.

"What?" Dabi blurted, moving so I had to sit up.

"What what?" I replied confused by his reaction.

He shook his head and furrowed his brows, "I'm explaining to you why I'm a villain and you're just going to be fine with it? I'm not the kind of guy you think I am!"

I huffed and crossed my arms, "You know you're awful moody. I'm pretty sure we've gone over this already."

Standing up from the bench I stood in front of him, "From what I've gathered, I'm pretty sure something fucked up happened to you. You care too much to be naturally 'evil'. You didn't choose this life. What you need is someone stable to be there for you."

Dabi froze and his face looked almost childlike, it was foreign, "Are you.. are you saying you'll be that for me?"

We were from two different worlds and I hadn't known him for long, but clearly there was some sort of strong connection between us, constantly bringing us back to one another.

Maybe my next sentence was impulsive, but every choice I had made with him had been anyways.

"I am."

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