𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ➣ Dabi

should

After Shigaraki left, you crawled under the covers, not bothering to change, and fell asleep. You were still thinking about Dabi and that almost kiss. How would he kiss you? How would it feel? Would his lips burn you? You have so many questions and you just wanted to know. But in the end, your exhausted state won the battle and you passed out, holding a pillow as if you were hugging someone.

You frown, hugging the pillow tighter. You must've held onto it all night long. Yawning, you slowly sit up and stretch. However, you stop mid-stretch because Dabi is sitting in your chair. Asleep. He looks extremely uncomfortable with the way he sits. He's stretched out with his legs in front of him, his head tilted back and his hands resting on his abs. The chair is tilted towards you, almost like he fell asleep with his eyes trained your way. Like he was watching you. You don't remember waking up last night or hearing anyone come in. But he must've because he wasn't there before. You quietly get up, careful not to wake him as you change into an all-black outfit. Shigaraki told you to before he left. Then, you very quietly grab a pillow and walk over to Dabi. Lifting his head, you place the pillow where his neck hits the chair so he doesn't strain the muscles. Then you lay a blanket over him so he doesn't freeze. Even if his quirk is fire.

You leave before he can wake up, but you pause at the doorway. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. He doesn't have a scowl or squinted eyes. He looks almost. . . friendly. Cuddly. And then, as if some unknown force takes over, you step forward with your hand outstretch to touch him. You hesitate for a moment, questioning yourself but then you reach forward and touch his scars.

He shifts and you jerk away, but after you wait for a moment and see he's still dead asleep, you lean back to him. You trace his scars gently, your finger lightly brushing against the staples on his chin. Although his skin is scarred, it's somehow almost soft. Sure, there's a bit of a roughness to it but it's not too rough that it feels unnatural. You step closer, taking his face in your hands as you lightly drag your thumbs over his purple scars. He's tall in his seat so you don't have to lean down far to touch him. You could never get this close to him if he was awake.

You pull away to leave but something grabs your wrist. Or rather, someone. You hold back a scream as you whip around to see Dabi with a smirk on his lips as he looks at you.

"Don't stop," he murmurs.

He snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you onto his lap so you straddle him. He sits up too so now you're eye level with him. Your cheeks heat up with a shock of emotion when he takes your hands and puts them back on his face, moving your thumbs to caress him.

"I'm sorry," you say softly, stiff as he holds your waist, making you sit firmly on him. "I didn't mean to wake you."

He shrugs, closing his eyes as you gently rub his scars. "Why are you up so early?"

"Shigaraki needs me for something."

"Oh? What for?"

It's your turn to shrug. "I don't know."

He hums a sort of grunt. He closes his eyes and lays his head on your shoulder, giving you the chance to run your fingers through his hair. This is wrong. So wrong. You should not be enjoying this. You should not feel comforted and happy he's letting you close to him. You should be begging him to let you go. He burns you all the time! You should hate him.

Key word: should.

You should hate him. But you can't. You should want to run away. But you don't. You should be begging him to let you go. But you want to get closer. You should not feel comforted. But you do. You should stop. But you won't.

"I'm not a good person, love." He sighs, his arms tightening around your waist, letting you slowly relax into his hold. "I don't do feelings and shit." You wonder where he's going with this. What's he going to say. What he wants from this. Because doesn't feel like normal Dabi behavior. He's being vulnerable when he shouldn't be. He sits up, looking at your lips. He goes to move in closer, tugging you against him. You suck in a breath, waiting for him. "I'll hurt you. Even if I try not to. But. . ." he stops, instead staring at your slightly parted lips.

"But," you say softly, willing him to continue.

He opens his mouth, but it's not him who speaks. "Y/n, you should get ready. We leave soon."

Dabi groans and looks past your shoulder to see Shigaraki standing there with his face hooked on his Gameboy. Dabi stands up and places your feet firmly on the ground, his eyes trained on anything but you. And his grip is no longer gentle. He looks annoyed. Annoyed at you. Annoyed at him. Just annoyed.

"I'll see you later, Doll."

And with that, he leaves you wanting more once again.

You sigh, dropping hands in front of you and stepping around Shigaraki. He frowns but follows you. Down the hall, Dabi enters his room without a second look back. Maybe he doesn't care. Maybe it's all a ploy. Maybe he wasn't going to say anything. Is this how he's going to get you to be loyal to the League? By toying with your emotions? Making you think he actually wants you but in reality, he doesn't?

You bite your lip in an attempt to forget Dabi with pain, and follow Shigaraki outside.

• ♥ •

"Um," you say, frowning as you stare in the mirror behind the curtain.

"Come out here. We want to see," Shigaraki says.

"No," you say softly.

"We need to see it," Giran says.

"It's revealing," you whisper sticking your head out from behind the curtain but hiding your body.

Shigaraki rolls his eyes. "Y/n, just show us."

You sigh and step out from behind the curtain, but shield your body with your arms as much as possible. You're getting a costume, as Shigaraki put it. At first, it was fine. They were more casual outfits. But this costume is your least favorite and you hope you get in a say in the final end. It feels like lingerie but worse because you've never worn lingerie and showed someone. It hugs you tightly, the black latex making you feel insecure, more than you already are. It's like a bikini with high waisted bottoms, highlighted with red lines. The top has a zipper in the middle, a bright red zipper that attracts attention. For boots, you've got knee length ones and black gloves to complete the look. You hate this costume. There's no way you're walking around like that.

Shigaraki sputters, staring at you. You frown and shift, hating his eyes, hating both their eyes.

"I hate it," you say.

"I do too," Giran says. "You just look uncomfortable. And quite honestly, you're a healer so you will have no reason to be on the battle field. Don't get me wrong," he says, leaning forward and switching his cigar to the other side of his mouth. "You look stunning. But it's not for you."

"Plus, I don't want Dabi to burn me," Shigaraki states. "Go change. Put on the last one."

You let out a sigh of relief and step back in. You'll admit, it was odd. You figured they would be drooling or something of the sort but they were quick to notice your discomfort. Which was good for you.

The next costume is actually one you like. It's basically black leather jeans with gold zippers for pockets and a black long sleeve with holes for the thumbs. And to top it off, it comes with a sort of cloak. It's black and goes down to your feet. There's purple accents too, but not enough to make you stand out. It's nothing crazy, nothing extravagant but it's comfortable and fits well. So in the end, that's the one you pick. Giran said he would add modifications to it and a belt to hold wraps and other medical items since your sole purpose is to be a healer for the team. 

Shigarak and you head home and you quickly hurry off to your room. 

But, as you're about to open your door, you turn your head down to hallway and see Dabi. 

With his tongue down some bitches throat.

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