(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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WARNING: Mentions of self-harm. I will put a ★ before it starts.
THIRD-PERSON POV:
Dabi speeded down the hall, stopping the door from closing, starting Kiara a bit when she turned around.
"Is everything-?"
He interrupted her. "What happened?"
Kiara furrowed her brows before she followed his eyes, looking down at her thighs before she quickly tried pulling them down a bit before Dabi stopped her, holding her wrists.
★★★
Dabi's eyes didn't stop looking down as watched them rise. "How long have you been doing this?" He interrogated.
"That's none of your business!" Kiara shouted back at him as he let go of her wrists.
"HOW LONG?!" He yelled in front of her face, some staples ripping out of his skin as blood drooled down.
"Since I was fourteen!" She screamed at him. "I stopped when I was twenty one! That was two years ago!" She panted.
★★★
Dabi glared at her. "Nako. He's one of the reasons."
Before Kiara could respond, Dabi put on his jacket, walking out of the apartment as she followed behind him.
"What're you doing?!" She yelled, trying to stop him.
Dabi didn't respond as he got on his motorcycle, putting on his helmet as he turned on the engine, driving off in the darkness.
Kiara panted for breath as tears formed in her eyes.
"Stop!!!" She screamed.
Kiara hurried back in side, changing back into her pj's that were covered in ash as she called a taxi that later arrived, taking her to the nearby hospital where Nako was at.
She paid the driver and headed out of the vehicle, rushing inside the lobby as she asked the workers which room he was in.
He's still in a room... maybe he didn't reach him yet, Kiara said to herself, using the elevator as she headed down the halls of the rooms.
On the way, she bumped into a nurse as she quickly said an apology as she stood in front of the room.
There he was, covered in bandages with his skin peeling off of his own body. He struggled to breath but the mask over his nose and mouth was helping with his heartbeat still going on the moneter, but it was slightly slow.
