𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ➣ Dabi

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Dabi was right. You had a killer hangover the next morning that seemed to last all day and part way into next day. It was torture. You mostly spent the day hunched over the toilet as you took small sips of water. Dabi periodically came in to check on you. More so than he used to. And he would stop in just to sit there next you or sit in his chair with a cigarette in his mouth. You stayed locked in your bedroom all day to avoid speaking to others, let alone seeing them. You don't remember anything besides the first few sips. Bits and pieces will flood in but for the most part, you can't make sense of what happened or what things were said.

A few days later, the League and you are preparing for an attack on the city. A man name Stain, or the Hero Killer, more widely known, has been making a mark around town, proving heroes wrong, and killing the ones who he sees unfit or unworthy. People, mostly villains, are worshipping him. Videos are going all around, showcasing who is he and what he wants. Heroes are searching for him while other heroes are dying. You're not really sure how to feel about him. Sure, you agree but to go to the extreme to murder them? That's not something you feel very comfortable with.

But it's not up to you. Shigaraki hates him. He wants the fame. He wants to be known as the one who killed All Might. As the one who left a mark on the city. Not some small-time thug that attacked UA once. He wants to be the best of the best. And he'll get there. If it's the last thing he does.

In fact, he brought you with him to the mall to talk to Izuku Midoryia. He wanted you to come because you could help him look less suspicious and you could heal him in case something were to go wrong. He had put his hand around Midoryia's throat and threatened to kill him in front of the mall. He wanted to know if he was better than Stain. If Stain was all those kids thought about. He wanted to know what the difference was between him and Stain. You went home and hid in your room after the encounter. Midoryia was on the verge of tears, trying his best to stay calm to keep the civilians and himself safe. It made you uneasy and you genuinely didn't like it. 

"Y/n," Shigaraki says. "What do you think of the Hero Killer, Stain?" He's still not over it. 

You nearly choke on your cheese that Dabi got out for you. He sits next to you with a cigarette between his teeth, his head tilted back, one arm draped on the back of the booth behind you, and his eyes closed shut. Toga and Twice went out together but Toga wants to take you out on a sort of date sometime. You agreed because it allowed you to get away from Dabi. If only for a moment.

Frowning, you shrug. "I haven't met him," you whisper.

Dabi smiles. "I think he's cool."

"I didn't ask you. I asked Y/n," Shigaraki argues.

"I know. I answer for her. She thinks Stain is cool and she wants to meet him. Don't you, Little Mouse?"

"I—"

"She doesn't get to meet him. And she doesn't think he's cool."

Dabi sits up and drops his arm to rest on your shoulders. "She does. And she will."

Before you can even get a word in, Toga comes bursting through the door. "Y/n!" she screams. "Look! I found someone's wallet on the street and there's so much money in here! Let's go shopping! I want a spa night! Please, Y/n!"

"I want in!" Twice yells. "No that's dumb."

Toga smiles and spins around with her arms in the air. "Let's all have a spa night!"

Dabi frowns, tugging you closer. Once you sobered up and were no longer drunk, he's been around you all the time. He doesn't let you go places alone. And when he had to leave, he made it very clear that he must find you in the same spot he left you. You were too afraid to disobey him so you listened. And some way, he was touching you. Whether it was his hand brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face, or simply holding your hand when you walked or your thigh. He wouldn't let you leave. That doesn't mean he was the nicest either. He just had you next to him constantly.

"Sounds pathetic," Dabi remarks.

You frown. A spa night actually sounded fun. Something normal for once. No running out on a killing spree. No rampages. Just a normal spa night. Nothing crazy. Nothing sadist. Just a completely normal moment.

"Dabi, please," Toga says.

He looks down at you, tilting your chin up to him. You bite your lip, wanting to hide your heated face, knowing that if you stare at him longer, at his soft smirk, you'll go crazy with desperation to have him closer to you. "What do you want, love?"

"I want a spa night," you say softly.

He smirks. "Alright then."

♥♥♥

Toga grabs your arm and pulls you into the store. Inside, you're greeted by employees offering free samples for face masks and what not. You deflect them, your hand reaching out to grab Toga's hand for some sort of comfort. This is why you don't like going out in public. People bombard you. Anxiety clamps your mouth shut. You hate it out here. You hate it. You wish Dabi was next to you. He brings a sort of comfort. He'd let you hold his hand.

Toga smiles. "Aw, it's okay Y/n! Dabi told me you would be a little nervous. But don't worry! If anyone harms you, I'll just cut them open and smear their blood all over the walls!"

You gulp. Not exactly the comfort you wanted but it's nice to know she's looking out for you. And that she'll at least let you hold her hand when a stranger walks up to you and bugs you.

She picks out some sweets, bath bombs for the two of you later, face masks, and some tools for your cuticles. The two of you pay and you hold onto her shirt when the cashier starts asking personal questions. What's your age? Where are you from? Did you find what you were looking for? On and on. You hate it. You hate the way he looks at you and smiles at the two of you. He's not trying to be friendly. He's trying to get under your skin. He wants to hurt you. He wants to harm you. That's all. He's not a good person. He's not. You're vulnerable and people know it. They can spot your vulnerability miles away; they can see the way anxiety clamps on you and hurts. But the worst thing of all, is the way they stare at you. The way they stare at your scar. It doesn't define you. Stop staring at it. Stop it.

You want him to hurt. You want him to feel the pain of that scar. You want him to understand how painful it was to get that scar. How much it hurts to feel like this. To have people stare. You want him to feel it. To feel so worthless and hated. You want him to feel exactly how you feel. He needs to hurt. To feel pain.

"Y/n," Toga says. "Y/n, it's okay. We can go now."

You blink and let go of her. You didn't realize you had begun to glare at the man and his disgusted look towards your scar. He was sweating and he almost looked like he was . . . was in pain. Like something was hurting him. Shaking your head, you let Toga lead you out of the store. And when you get back to the base, you immediately go to Dabi's side and bury your face on his chest, shaking.

"Toga," he snarls, his arms snaking around you to comfort you. "The fuck did you do to her?"

"It wasn't me. It was the cashier! He was looking at her scar weird. And then he started twitching and groaning." Toga pauses. "It was really weird. Y/n suddenly went silent and just stared at him and then the next second, he was in pain." She shrugs it off and instead walks over to Twice and wraps her arms around his neck, her body pushed against his back. "Oh, well. Come on! Let's have our spa day now!"  

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