(OC x Dabi)
A pro hero and a villain? Crazy right? People with two different opinions on society, able to stay together? Not unless you to take a risk on it.
"Didn't leave the fucking window unlocked for me, doll? Ouch, that hurts." He sarcastically...
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KIARA'S POV:
A knock came from my window. I was watching the news before I turned my head around, noticing the familiar man standing outside, pointing to the door.
I sighed, getting up as I made my way over, opening the door as he made his way inside.
"What do you want? I didn't text you to help me with anything." I asked as he went to the couch, sitting down as he sighed in satisfaction.
"Sorry, doll. I was in the neighborhood." Dabi exhaled, placing his arms on top of the couch.
"Sure," I said, chewing on my lip. "And why were in the neighborhood?"
"Running away from cops from stealing some weed." Dabi shook off. "Your place was near anyways."
"The what?" I was in disbelief.
"Relax, doll-face. I always get away from my naughtiness." He smirked as be teased me, pulling out a bag with weed in it. "You want some?"
I shook my head. "No, I'm not doing anything illegal that makes me high. Not after... nevermind." I sat down on the couch as I put my attention back on the news.
My gaze went back to him however, watching him inhale the smoke when he burned the weed, letting it come out later.
I smelled it and coughed, trying to fan it away with my hand.
"You sure you don't wanna try it?" Dabi quirked a brow when he noticed I was staring at him.
"No—" I coughed "—I'm good," I said.
He took another hit before he looked at me for a moment. "What're you doing up so late? Isn't it past your bedtime?" He grinned.
"Oh, haha." I sarcastically replied. "I couldn't sleep so decided I'd watch the news to see if anything new came up."
"Huh." Dabi spoke back.
Then, he put out his weed, cleaning up the mess before putting away his joint as he got up.
"You still got the jacket I let you borrow after your back?" He questioned, fixing his white shirt.
"Yes...? I washed it and it's folded on the nearby shelves of the laundry." I pointed down the hall as he nodded, heading down that way.
