⚠️This story contains smut, drugs, bad language, violence and s3l7 h@r|\/|.⚠️
I do not own any of these characters, only the story and the writing is mine.
Written from 24 Feb - 10 Mar
You were minding your own business, sitting in an alleyway. You...
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This chapter contains very sensitive content. (abu$3, s3lf h$rm, p$nic $tt$cks, arguing) if any of these trigger you, please be sure to skip to the next chapter. I'll write a review of this chapter on the next one so please don't feel like you'll be missing a huge chunk of the story.
Once you had woken up, you felt a bit better. You didn't feel like you were gonna die just by moving anymore, so that was good.
You got up out of bed and realised you were still in the same clothes as you were yesterday. Gross. Walking to the bathroom, you grabbed a pair of black joggers and a baggy t-shirt. Once you had gotten into the bathroom, you paused at the sight of yourself. "What in the fuck..." You mumbled as your face scrunched up at the state of your face.
Your makeup was smudged, you had eyeliner dripping from the corner of your eyes, your false lashes were stuck to your cheek and one was falling off of your eye. Your mascara had smudged under your eye, showing your horrific eyebags.
You grabbed a makeup wipe and instantly started to scrub the makeup off of your face, pulling off your false eyelashes too. "This is terrible, horrible. What if someo-" You paused as you heard a loud knock at your front door. The door was being knocked on loudly, after you didn't answer, they knocked again. You ran to the door, still scrubbing your face, and once you'd opened the door you were shocked.
"D-Dabi?" Your eyes widened, and you dropped the makeup wipe on the floor.
"What's up, Doll?" Dabi smirked. His eyes were a tint of red and he stunk of weed. He was obviously high. Dabi reached for your face and you flinched a little.
"What's up with your face, and that outfit? Have a good night?" His smirk grew wider, and he pulled his hand away from you. You scoffed at the cocky man infront of you. He was a villian, he did stuff with you, slept over, but didn't leave a number or any trace of him there apart from his t-shirt.
"That's none of your business." You hissed at him.
"Well, to be honest I don't really care who you've slept with, I've come to get something of mine that I left here. Do you have my shirt?" He rubbed the back of his neck.
You placed your hand on your forehead. "Yeah, I'll go get it." You picked up the makeup wipe that had been dropped on the floor and walked over to your bathroom, grabbing the shirt and then you walked back out, only to bump into Dabi.
"Ah- What the hell?" You groaned. Stepping backwards, you looked up at the taller man infront of you. He had followed you inside, he'd even taken his shoes off.
Looks like he got comfy.
"Sorry Doll, didn't see your short ass coming out of there." He chuckled, which only earned a scowl from you. "I didn't see you there either. You could've waited at the door you know, why'd you even come in?" You folded your arms.
