𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ➣ Dabi

adventures

You sit at the bar, eating the pancakes that Twice made for everyone. Shigaraki had thanked you this morning for saving him. You just nodded and returned to hiding behind Dabi. Kurogiri also thanked you. He was much nicer about it so you weren't as afraid, that he just gives off a gentle caretaker front. You actually like Kurogiri. He's not bad at all. However, Shigaraki still frightens you. At least you don't feel like Shigaraki is constantly threatening you anymore. So, there's a plus.

All day you've been thinking about what Dabi has planned for you. Last night, when you fell asleep in his arms and woke to an empty bed, he had said he had plans for you. He said it would be fun but you feel like his definition of fun is burning the place down and laughing. Not really fun for you. But you'll have to see. You don't really have a choice. You're still their hostage, their prisoner. So, what they say goes.

Dabi steps into the room, black sweatshirt and matching sweatpants seem to be his outfit. The hood is up, covering his face and he's got sunglasses and a baseball cap on. You frown. What are the two of you doing that he has to be in disguise?

He lifts you off the stool and sets you on the ground. "There's an outfit on your bed. Hurry and go change."

You nod and take off upstairs to your bedroom. On the bed, is practically a matching outfit. Black sweatshirt, but yours has blue flames on the sleeves, and black sweatpants. You also have sunglasses but no baseball cap. And there's a pair of sneakers. You put the outfit on quickly. The sweatshirt is too big and smells like. . . like Dabi. Is this Dabi's sweatshirt? You shake your head and put on your sneakers. They fit pretty well. Maybe a little too big but nothing uncomfortable. You appreciate that he tried to find clothes that fit. The sweatpants at least have a string so you can tie it and make it fit properly around your waist. When you're done, you walk back into the bar, where Shigaraki and Dabi are bickering.

"Don't test me," Shigaraki says. "I can kick you out if I desire to do so."

Dabi scoffs. "Go ahead. I'll take, Y/n with me then."

"You can't do that! She's not yours!"

"She is if I say so. And I say so." He turns to you and smirks. "Now excuse us, we've got errands to run."

Shigaraki growls. "Where are you going?"

"Outside."

"Outside? Are you crazy? What if people see her? She can't go outside."

Dabi rolls his eyes, taking your hand and walking to the door. "We'll be fine. We're in disguises."

Shig shakes his head. You look back and forth between the two of them. Outside? You get to go outside? You went outside yesterday but you were stuck in a van for most of it so it doesn't really count. You want to go outside. You miss the fresh air and the sunlight. You miss the shopping mall and the flowers. You miss being out there, even if you hate social interaction.

"You look suspicious."

Dabi just frowns and looks down at you. You nod, wincing, hoping he won't get mad.

"I thought we blended in pretty well," he says.

"You look like villains."

"We are villains."

You grimace. You are a villain, whether you like it not. That's your life now and no matter what, you're stuck. A trapped villain. You sigh and bite your lip. Who knew one moment would lead you here, working for the League? You certainly didn't.

"What would you like us to look like?" he asks, annoyed.

You reach up and take the hood down and his cap off. You remove the sunglass and hand him a black mask instead. It's not much but it's better. Now he just looks comfy and like he's running out for errands. You put on your black mask, which you took from your room, and remove your sunglasses and the hood. Dabi shrugs, accepting it. At least you look a little less suspicious.

"If you get caught—," Shigaraki starts.

"You'll disintegrate me. I get it. We won't." He opens the door and lets you walk through. "She hasn't been out in three weeks. We need her to stay sane if she's to help us, you crusty ass."

"Your insults disgust me."

"Your face disgusts me."

Shigaraki grumbles something under his breath and turns his attention back to his game. You smile at the thought that he likes to play video games. It's odd. This big bad villain playing on small game console. But you guess he's still a person with interest even if he wants to kill pro heroes.

Dabi leads you outside where he stuffs his hands in his pockets and leads you out of the alley way. You follow him and his longs legs out and into the street. You take a deep breath, smiling up at the sun. It would be so easy to run off. He's not holding your hand and there's no leash. So why not run? Why not escape and run off, go into hiding? It would be so easy to scream out, beg for help and cause a scene. So easy. You could break off right now and never have to see the League's faces again. You won't ever have to worry about them again.

"You're not planning on running away from me, right?" he asks. You choke, your heart seeming to jump up your throat and clogging your lungs. "Go ahead. We'll find you eventually."

"I wasn't going to," you murmur.

"Come on," he says, taking your hand and leading you to a fair of some sorts. There are booths full of games and food and cool trinkets and knick-knacks. It's so beautiful that even as Dabi drags you along with him, you still get a chance to look at each booth. There's one that catches your eye. It's a dart game and if you win, you can get a giant plushie.

Dabi chuckles and leads you over to the booth.

"Hello! Would you like to play?" the booth runner asks.

Dabi hands him the money and takes the three darts from him. He hands them to you. You frown but he nudges you forward.

"Win that tiger plushie for me, Little mouse," he whispers in your ear.

You nod and stand to throw the dart but he stops you, fixing your stance so you can properly throw the dart. You just barely miss the middle but it's not bad for your first shot. Then you throw again and this time, you make the middle. But barely. The booth runner had to inspect it and called it good after Dabi scowled at him. And your third throw, you hit exactly in the middle. You smile and clap your hands but quickly stop, dropping your head in embarrassment. You're a prisoner. You should not be having fun with one of your captors.

Dabi cups your chin and lifts your face. "Don't be so sad, Doll. You won. Go pick a plushie."

You smile and nod. You pick the white tiger. The one that is almost as big as you and the two of you head on your way.

"I was thinking," Dabi says as you leave the small festival and head back. "We go get the truck and officially move you into your room. How does that sound?"

That sounds. . . really nice actually. You would love to have your personal belongings with you.  

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