𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ➣ Dabi

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You groan. "Why are always near me?" you ask, your words slurring.

"Are you drunk?"

"No," you giggle as he walks up to you. "Hey, give that back."

He takes the bottle out of your hands, forcing you to reach up and grab his wrist. He drops the bottle, not because of you, but because the loud noise almost sobers you enough to understand you shouldn't fight back. At least for a moment.

"I don't think so. Come on. You've had enough," he says.

"I want more."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

You groan, throwing your head back and kicking him away like a child. "Why do you even care? You just told me you don't want me! So go away. I want to be alone."

"You can't be alone right now."

"Then I'll hang out with Toga."

"She's a bad influence," he says, grabbing your arms. He goes to pick you with your legs around his waist but you pull away.

"You're a bad influence," you argue.

He slams his hands on the bar next on either side of your hips. He leans in close, snarling at you. "You're right. I am a bad influence. But I'm the only influence you'll get. I don't want you around anyone else. Understand?"

You don't answer.

He jerks your chin closer to you. "I said do you understand?"

"Yes—yes," you stutter.

"Good. Now come on. You shouldn't drink anymore."

You sigh and let him pick you up. You squeeze your thighs around his waist and rest your head on his shoulder, your hands entangling themselves in his hair. He hoist you up with his hands gripping your thighs as he maneuvers around the bar and up the stairs.

"You're a pain," you say.

"You think?" he grunts. "Who's the one caring a drunk person up the stairs right now?"

"You caused it!" you argue, sitting up and pointing in his face.

He pauses, letting a small smirk play on his lips. "Oh, yeah? How so?"

You huff. "You almost kissed me. Twice!" You put a finger to his lips when he opens his mouth to speak. "Wait. I'm not done. You save me from Shigaraki and being hurt. You helped me move in. You laid in bed with me! You let me touch your scars! And you do things like this! And then you say you don't want me and I'm not good enough for you! Pick something! Don't string me along!" You cross your arms and frown, looking away from him as tears brim your eyes. "I don't even want to be here."

"First of all, I didn't say you weren't good enough. I said I wasn't good enough. Second of all, you don't have a choice, love. You're—"

"Stuck here. I know, I know. Put me down." All he says to you is, "You don't have a choice, Mouse." Or, "You're stuck here, Doll." Over and over. Stuck. Stuck. Stuck. Stuck. Stuck. Stuck. Stuck. Stuck. You get it. You can't leave. Just shut up already.

"No. You can't walk straight."

"You didn't even let me try."

"Darling you can't even look straight. I bet you're seeing two of me right now."