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WARNINGS: this shit might trigger some people (alcohol,panic attack but i'm not going into details),  mature language, gram/voc errors(?)1.4k+ words


It's been a week since your phone call.

Dabi was a wreck.

He's been crying, drinking and burning people alive every single night.

During the day, he's been looking for you for endless hours. He knew it was dangerous to move around the city in the brightlight, but he was going insane. He didn't sleep, he didn't eat and he was mentally and physically exhausted.

A week. He hadn't seen or heard you for a single week and he was going nuts.

Dabi was sitting on the couch, holding an empty bottle, while his other hand was resting on top of his forehead. He was feeling sick and tired of everything and everyone. He just wanted you, only you.

*Ding Dong*

Hearing the sound of the doorbell, Dabi didn't think much of it. He was going to ignore the person on the other side and continue drinking for the rest of the night, but someone was really persistent.

" Fuckkk offf-"

*hiccup*

He places the bottle down and gets up. He's shirtless and he's smelling alcohol miles away. His hair is messy, his skin pale and his eyes puffy and red. That man was a mess for you.

" What." Dabi opens the door, looking like he's about to beat someone's ass. He was drunk as hell, but he was in the mood to pick up a fight for nothing and take all of his anger and frustration out on somebody, anybody.

But then.

He stops.

He literally freezes, when he sees you standing away from the door. Your fists are shaking, your legs are trembling and you're looking down.

" H-Hey.. b-babe.." He tries to speak, but he stutters.

Dabi hears you sniffling, trying to hold back your tears, but you fail miserably. Your ex-boyfriend decides to be bold and grab your hand, pulling you into his embrace.

" I missed you so damn much. Don't you ever fucking do that again." He whispers in your ear, while his strong arms hold you tightly against his naked torso.

" I'm sorry.." Your voice cords are shaking, you sound like a broken record, repeating the same words.

" It's so.. hard. It's fucking hard.. Why did you do this to me?"

" I'm sorry babe.. I don't— please stay with me.." Dabi looks down at you. Your watery eyes, your red nose and cheeks, your soft lips. He can't even explain how much he missed you.

His hands move behind your back and start rubbing you, in order to calm you down. He tries to give you a gentle smile, while he uses his quirk to warm you up. You love it when he uses his power. Generally speaking, your normal body temperature is a bit low, between 34-35°C. So Dabi was always your personal radiator.

" It's too late now." You say and politely push his hands away from your body. Instantly, you stop feeling his heat and your body starts trembling again.

Why am I trembling so much?

Well, going out in the middle of the night, with a t-shirt and jeans wasn't a brilliant idea.

Dabi's head hangs low and slowly he turns his back to you.

He knew it was too late. He knew that everything was his fault. He just wanted to hold you a little bit more. Oh god.. He wish he could turn back time and make everything right once again.

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