I'm Blue (Dabi x OC)

Maybe You Were Right

A/N: hey guys! I'm planning on doing a one-shot giveaway for this story reaching 2,000 reads. If you want to enter all you need to do is vote on this chapter and comment here anything fandom related. (Ships, recommendations, comfort characters, etc.)
The one shot can be y/n insert, your own OC insert, or a ship.
I will not do 18+ or smut content, or a piece involving other real people. You can be as specific or not as you wish, but must respect me, as the writer's, interpretation.
Fandoms I will do: BNHA, Haikyuu, OHSHC, Marvel, most book fandoms, and upon special request other pieces.

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Giveaway ends March 25 2021. I will tag you/message you if you win.

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Dabi POV
*Trigger Warning Self Harm*

I collapsed into bed the stupid ring still clutched in my hand, and my street wear still on. I smelled like a bar, and felt the emptiness in my stomach, but couldn't get up. Then I thought about my mom. How worked up she would get if we didn't stay clean. And how my sister was dealing with that same pressure. Get the fuck up you lazy bastard, you barely do shit, so you can manage.

I pull myself up. Head dizzy, and vision black at the corners. Then wander into the bathroom turning on the light. I was grateful for the bath/shower combo I'd had installed as I collapsed inside it. I stripped off my clothing, tossing it over the side, and being careful with my scars so that the skin wouldn't tear.

I turn the water on letting it sting the bottoms of my feet and slowly pool upwards.
I shut my eyes, but still feel the bright and hospital like white surrounding me.
Sighing, I open my eyes to see that the water was tinged red. Small wisps of blood dribbling from a cut I hadn't cleaned.

Damn it you're useless

I shut off the water and quickly dip my hair backwards. The dye was semi permanent, and I was used to the residue, but it was still nasty.

I step out and wince. That fucking cut is infected. I grab a roll of bandages and some rubbing alcohol. Quickly pouring it over the wound then wrapping it. I glance at my blade. Sitting right comfortably on my counter, and blink. It never really dawned on me how much damage the little thing could cause.

I stumble from the bathroom, shutting off the lights. I grab a pair of underwear from the small bin I had. Slipped them on and snagged a Tshirt along with sweatpants from the two pairs I had. I manage to get myself into them before falling onto my bed. I hadn't slept here for several days. Busy with the league or to lazy to come back home. So when my face hit the three pillows I was able to catch the scent of something long gone.

Anielle's perfume? Or maybe it was just her. But I nestled my face into the pillowcase letting it comfort me as I fell into a black void.
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Hawks POV

The hero commission had rented me an apartment for as long as I could remember. And yeah, by the standards of someone my age I was wealthy, but as I flew home the comfort of a little bit of clutter was welcome.

Not all clean white and black. Not formal. Just homey. An old couch sat on the side of the road, and basketball hoops pinned to garages. Plants overgrown from their beds, and lights shut off from everything but the glow of the street.

I kept my key under a plaque of street numbers and unlatched the screen door before unlocking my home.

I hadn't had a pet in years. Wasn't able to take care of one. But the moment I stepped inside was like something from one of those commercials.

I hung up my coat and peeled off the skintight over shirt. I shoved them into my laundry chute before checking the fridge. Of course it was empty save some bottles of water, and a apple that should have been thrown out a long time ago.

I pluck it up lightly and toss it into the garbage bin before settling on nothing to eat. I walk to my bedroom and tug off my pants. Switching them for sweats and switch on the TV.

An old movie rerun flicked onto the screen. Something about four kids who escaped to a magical world where time didn't feel real. I had seen it before, but the comfort of normal was enough to help me dose off into sleep.
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Anielle POV

By the time I got home and cleaned off all the sand I could, the light outside had faded. I couldn't find the urge to eat anything but I left out a dish of milk on the steps for the cats Rei wouldn't admit she was feeding but had already named.

I was chilled and didn't know what to do to warm up. I thought about sleeping in Rei's room as it didn't have as big of a window. But settled instead for digging through my closet until I found the black sweatshirt Dabi had given me. I hadn't let Rei wash it, and so when I slipped it on I was able to bury my head in the hood and neck. Then I turn on a movie that I had loved growing up.

It was about magic and freedom. A world where not everything was planned for you. Where the children had to find themselves. Sleep came easily after that.

Yes I'm aware that this is pretty bad. But if you think about it there is symbolism for each of them. Remember to enter the giveaway all the info is above.

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