𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ➣ Dabi

take it

"Y/n?"

No, god, please, go away.

"Hurt him," anger seethes. "He's a worthless pro hero."

"No, he'll hurt you," anxiety mumbles.

"He can throw you in prison. You're a villain," fear gasps.

"Stop it," you say, sobbing.

"Y/n, we can help you. We know the League isn't treating you right." He crouches down, the puffs of smoke surrounding you move away, still near in the shadows. They're always nearby. Watching. Waiting. Just waiting for you to snap, for your emotions to spike. "Just come with me. We want to help save you, okay?"

You shake your head. "Please," you beg.

"It'll be alright."

"I'm scared," you whisper. You're scared of being alone. You're scared of being yelled at by the pro heroes. You're scared of being broken hearted by Dabi. You're scared.

"It's okay," he whispers softly, getting closer to you. "You're okay."

Are you?

No. You're not. Why is he lying to you? Why would he lie?

"Come with me, okay? We're here to help," he says, reaching for you.

And out of fear of being ridiculed and yelled at, you take his hand. It's so warm and soft, with a few scars. He lifts you up, tucking you into his side as he leads you to the battlefield. You hide your face on his shirt, refusing to look at everyone, refusing to be known by them. You aren't strong enough to get away. You can never get away. Where is he going to take you? Why is he being so kind?

You put your hand in your pocket, feeling a button. So out of fear, you starting clicking it. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.

"Y/n," Aizawa says. "We're going to handcuff you but that's for your own safety. Understand?"

You wince, pulling away. Click. Click. Click. Click. "Please don't," you sob.

"It'll be okay."

He's lying. Why the fuck is he lying? You see the handcuffs. The police cars coming. They're going to lock you up. But you didn't do anything. It's the villain attack all over again. You got caught in the middle and you were the one who got in trouble. Not the real villains. You. You. You. You you you you you you you you. It's always your fault, isn't it?

Click. Click. Click.

"I didn't do anything wrong!" you scream, backing away, clicking the button out of fear, out of need for comfort.

"Y/n, please stay calm."

You continue to step back, to click the button, sobbing as they step forward gently. You walk back slowly. Not daring to stop. But when Aizawa's eyes widen and he suddenly scowls, going into a defensive pose, you stop. You tilt your head back to see Dabi, his hands in flames, and Shigaraki, his hands clenched as his sides.

"She's not yours to take," Shigaraki says.

"Or touch," Dabi seethes.

You let out a breath of relief, quickly running to hide behind them, but you hold onto Shigaraki's arm instead. He pushes you further behind him, glaring at Aizawa.

"Let her go. She means no harm," Aizawa says.

Dabi scoffs. "Clearly you don't know her."

"Y/n," Aizawa says. "Don't go with them. They don't want you. They won't treat you right."