The Faster, The Better - Dabi x Fem!Reader - Book 1

(Part 38) Bingo, Bitch

Toga shifted her position, hand holding her bloody busted hips. " Really? We formulate a pla-annn" She mocked, going the extra mile by adding air quotations and a high pitched annoying voice. Dabi scoffed and looked back at you; frail. That is what he saw.

And he hated it.

He hated the way your eyes glanced to the concrete and plaster floor, so innocent. So pure; just like wine and water. He hated the way your heavy hands held your biceps, rubbing them for comfort and warmth. Back and forth. Back and forth. It unease's him. Makes him feel like he did something wrong. He hated the way you lips curled into an uncomfortably saddening frown.

Sniffles came from you, maybe like a sick child who can't help it.

No.

He was mistaken.

You were crying.

Why?

Because you hated this room with all of the hate you had left. Any hate that sat in your soul, your brain, the baby's brain, the baby's soul, had been used up and pushed onto the room. " Princess, would you like my jacket?" Dabi asked you.

Your keen eyes looked towards the scarred man and you looked away, a nod of your head following.

You didn't want to seem weak. I mean, why would you? You were always the tough one, the one with the tattoos and the dyed hair. The one with the muscles and the bad attitude. Your appearance was strikingly tough. But your mind wasn't. All you wanted to do was cry.

You weren't sure why either.

Maybe it's because you got kidnapped? Maybe it's because you had felt with the throbbing pain of scars and gashes that littered your body. Maybe it was because of cottonmouth that it hurt so bad to swallow, ultimately feeling like sandpaper was being scratched up against the ridges of the inside of your neck. It maybe, just maybe, it's the way Dabi is looking at you. The way Dabi's electric blue eyes gazes on you that made you want to cry.

Dabi saw your emotions like he was looking through glass.

He walked over to you and stood behind you. He grabbed your hips and tilted your unease's frame towards toga. Gradually, every inch of his body heated up, like a massive heating pad. His coat was draped over Toga as he felt the need to comfort the both of you.

" But-"

" I'm plenty warm. I have my quirk heating me up. Let's focus." Dabi ended. You nodded and looked at the blonde covered in her own blood from the explosion. a few shards of metal sticking out of her arm.

" So, how do we bust out of here?" Toga asked, hands wrapped around Dabi's surprisingly warm coat like a teacher or a mother on a blistering cold winter's day.  " Well, we need to use what we have here. We don't have any weapons on us, do we?" Dabi asked, glancing at you two. " Umm, no. I don't think so. " You said. " Surely you, Toga, might have something? Maybe a shard of steel that is slivered at the tip?" You asked, getting the most out of Dabi's quirk. " Nope, i'm stripped dry. Literally. I patted my clothing and can't even find my precious baby in my boot. I'm pissed off, too. They took my favorite!" Toga shouted, hmmph'ing at the end of her exaggerated statement.

You sighed. You and Dabi and Toga really had nothing.

Nothing at all.

Moving from Dabi's warm grasp, you walked around the old looking facility. " Maybe it's a warehouse?" You called out.

You had a point. I mean, rusted tools scattered the smooth pavement plastered down. Old boxes and useless items sat in the cob webbed corners of the large area. " It must be out of town, in the country." Toga said.

" I mean, it does make sense. It huge, nothing could be this big and still be hidden from the public if it wasn't out in the country. I swear to the devil that wears prada and gold chains that red solo cups and stoned teenagers would be scattered throughout this bitch." Dabi told the small group as they drifted apart from each other, his hands on his denim hips. You agreed as you looked up for the ceiling.

Turning back, you decided to go towards Toga instead of Dabi, I mean Toga must have a good idea..

Right?

Your steps were even as your head was not, but you pushed that aside. " Hey Toga" You spoke out. She looked your way, her golden eyes highlighting her features, bright as the suns flare. " Can you like.. help us? I guess?"

" Yeah sure.. what is it, babes?" Toga asked to you, questioning why such question. You looked at her as your bodies were a mere 2 feet away. " You know Shigaraki, right?" She nodded. You continued.

" Well, maybe you would know these places. I think Dabi told me once about how abnormal the meeting places were." You told her. She nodded and kept looking around.

" Wait-"

" Oh my god, (Y/N) you have a point." Dabi said. " I know this place. It's an old clothing warehouse where like, this huge brand would sell goth clothes. It closed down because the city was demolished by some crazy new villain back when quirks were new."

" Yeah, what Dabi said." Toga added as she stated at Dabi's clueless and questioning stance. " But this place is all the way at the coast? Who would take us all the way out here? How did we get here... maybe a car?" Toga told you two.

" Car?" You said.

" Car!" Dabi shouted.

" Depending on the relationship between the two guards that were in here, they hated each other. They definitely couldn't have sat i a. small box on wheels with one another, meaning there's more than one. Besides Toga, me and you are race car drivers." Dabi told everyone.

" You know your way around this place?" You questioned to Dabi. He nodded and ran towards two doors in the far back.

Running.

Running.

Opening the double doors.

Coming to a halt, you all found your selves looking at 2 polished fine cars.

" Bingo."