My Hero Academia Imagines

43 // Dabi // "Burn"

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Your keys jingle as you unlock the door. You shut it behind you and hear loud music upon your entrance. It wasn't uncommon, but it was a long day and you just wanted to be with Dabi,

"Touya?!" You hang your keys on the pegs by the door, taking your shoes off,

"Babe?!" Still no answer. You sigh, making your way to your shared bedroom,

"Can you turn the music down every once in a while?! It's really fucking-" You open the door and immediately freeze. Dabi had a girl pinned to the wall, his lips trailing over her neck and chest. So many thoughts came to you at once,

"Do something... Cry... Scream... Tell him to stop... Hit her... Hit him... Leave..." Your hands shook as tears welled into your eyes. You couldn't help it. You knew it was inevitable, but you didn't want to believe it. Dabi continuously told you he wanted you and you only. That you were the one for him. You wanted to believe it but not once had he said he loved you. Then it clicked. You were a toy to him. Something he could play with and manipulate. Something he could use and get rid of when he was done with it. He told you what you wanted to hear so that you'd stay around,

"No..." He had played the long game with you. He got an apartment with you just to keep you around. Your chest heaved,

"No, no, no..." You stomp fully into the room. The girl jumped and ran, you heard the front door slam as she left. You dig your nails into your palms,

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He stared, expressionless,

"Y/N?" You felt hot tears stream over your face,

"Seriously? That's all you can say for yourself?" He reached for you,

"Listen-" You slap his hand away and squeeze your fists tighter,

"No. Don't touch me. You don't get to touch me." You felt a tug in your heart. You wanted to look past it, you did. But you just couldn't. You turn to walk out. He grabs your wrist and you instinctively turn back, slapping him. The hard crack echoed against the walls. He blinked, stepping back. Your hand stung, the palm turning red. You felt like you were going to throw up. You rip your wrist away from him and rush to the door. He followed you,

"Y/N, please listen to me." You laugh, pulling on your shoes,

"Listen to you? Listen to you?! Did I not just catch you cheating on me? Do you really think I'm going to listen to anything you have to say right now?!" You heard him stumble over a reply. You turn around, pointing a finger at him,

"Do you even love me?" His face dropped and his mouth shut. You kept pushing,

"Did you ever care?" He kept fumbling for an answer. You took a step forward,

"Was I just a toy to you? A toy, huh?" You snatch your keys off of the peg, untwisting the apartment key. You hold it up and throw it in his face,

"We are over, Touya." You open the door and slam it on the way out, feeling a sudden heaviness. You knew this was going to happen, but you went for it anyway. You thought he could change. You thought maybe, just maybe, that he could find a way to love you. And you got hurt. But what you didn't know was that this moment hurt Dabi more than it hurt you. He stood, staring at the key you'd just thrown at him,

"No, no, no, no, no." He squatted and picked it up, closing it in his fist. He did love you. He did care. He wanted to be yours and you his. He wanted you. Just you. He felt the stab of the key in his hand,

"You fucked up." He felt hot rage build up inside of him and he went after you,

"Y/N!" You turn after hearing your name. Dabi came racing down the hall and he slammed into you,

"You're not leaving!" He grabbed you and you panicked,

"Get off of me!" He held on, dragging you,

"No! You're mine!" You squirmed and pushed off of the wall. He slammed backwards and his grip loosened, giving you a chance to slip away. You crawl away quickly, but he caught the back of your jacket. You kicked at him and you managed to get to your feet,

"What is wrong with you?!" You panted heavily and his hands burst into blue flame,

"You're not leaving me. You're mine. Forever." Part of your jacket disappeared and he grabbed you, searing a handprint onto your wrist. You scream and drop to the ground. His hand quickly released, fizzling out. He looked down at what he'd done. The burnt jacked, your disheveled state from fighting back, the tears as you held your burnt wrist,

"Y/N..." You take a deep breath and stand, backing away slowly. The look on your face broke him. It was a look he'd never seen on you. He couldn't process it. It wasn't happy. It wasn't annoyed. It wasn't love in your eyes anymore. It was fear. The key dropped to the ground as you ran off and he started counting in his head,

"1... 2... 3... 4... 5..." It was a while. He walked back to the apartment and sat on the floor, watching a flame dance in his palm as he continued,

"85... 86... 87... 88... 89... 90..." And he counted. And counted. And counted. It was his way of making sure you were gone. He hit 1,000 and recalled your face. The fear in your eyes. The fear of him. He heard a voice. It wasn't his. It wasn't yours. It wasn't even the voice in his head,

"...Burn for your mistakes..." And it kept repeating. And repeating. And it didn't stop until it became unbearable. His hands burst into flame once again and sparked,

"...Burn for my mistakes..." And he set the apartment on fire without a second thought,

"...Burn for my mistakes..."

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