A Spy Among Them (ShinsoxBakugoxDabixAizawaxReader and more..)

Ch. 112 Wishing on a Shooting Star

I'm not sure how long I sat there.

The marks eventually healed.

The tears eventually stopped.

"Forget about me," he'd said.

Had Dabi left the balcony door open on purpose when he left?

"And I'm going to forget about you."

Was I supposed to go after him?

No.

I didn't think so.

Eventually I dragged my body off the bed, cleaned myself up, and threw on some clothes.

My mind was a mess of questions. Was Dabi always that angry and I'd never noticed it before? Or was this something else?

I felt a deep hole inside my chest, but ironically it also felt there was a heavy weight inside me that had nowhere to go.

Was that really the last time I'd see Dabi...ever?

"Forget about me."

But how could I forget about him? One minute he is saying he'll leave the League and then the next he's wanting to prove to me that he is a villain.

No more tears, I told myself. Now I was just mad.

This was bullshit.

And I was going to tell him that it was bullshit.

"Where's my phone?" I said aloud to myself.

Finding it beside my bed, I turned it on and immediately called Dabi.

My heart sank as I heard the recorded message. This number is no longer in service, it said.

Okay, fine. Shigaraki.

"Where is he?" I demanded the second he answered the phone.

"Hi, hello, so glad you're alive and that you let me know so quickly. How considerate of you. It's only been almost 24 hours. You know, I can really tell how much you care about my feelings."

"I'm sorry but I don't care about your feelings at this moment. I need to know-"

"Wow," Shigaraki interrupted. "Yet you call demanding something of me. Call me back when you have some manners, little girl."

"Don't hang up!"

Too late.

FUCK.

I threw my phone at the bed and it landed next to my poor, half-disintegrated pillow. Dabi's flame had charred half of it, and it smelled terrible from the burn.

I picked up the pillow and chucked it as hard as I could off the balcony.

Was that childish? Yes, but that's how I was feeling at the moment. It felt good to throw something.

I probably would have thrown more things, if I'd had more things to throw.

"Hey!" I heard someone yell from outside.

Uh oh.

I leaned over the balcony to see who was talking, and there was Kaminari down in the grass holding up the disgusting remains of my pillow.

"I just came out here. Why are you throwing stuff at me? And what even is this, anyway?" he asked, holding it with two fingers as if it was some gross piece of trash, which it kind of was.

"Sorry," I yelled down. "I had a moment. I'll come down there and get it."

I ran down the stairs and met him outside in the yard.