strangled

⁷a burning body

There are so many reasons why this isn't a smart idea.

Dabi decided that for your first test you would rob a local convenience store. Sounds easy enough right?

And it would be if you weren't wearing pants that's sinking a little bit lower on your legs with every step, a shirt that's so thin it let's the harsh breeze attack your body, and a ski mask that's too large for your head that you can barely see out the holes made for your eyes.

Dabi cackles as he watches you hurry to try to follow him while holding the pants up with both hands. You move awkwardly, legs wide so you're actually squatting as you take steps. People walking past you on the sidewalk stare at your weird display.

"I would be corny and say that you look good in my clothes but then I'd be lying to you." He smirks when you finally catch up to him.

Spending the day with Dabi actually wasn't as bad as you expected. He agreed to pay for the new front doors you had to order. Because you're married to Shouto, the handyman you contacted had agreed to come to your house tomorrow so you didn't have to deal with having no doors for too long.

Dabi slept on the couch most of the day or looked at the television. You watched him as he scavenged through your cupboards and pulled out a big bag of chips. Even though it's the last bag with of your favorite crispy snack you didn't complain. He probably needed it more than you did.

"Oh fuck off Dabi." You mutter and clench your thighs together to keep the pants up so you can let go of it and fix the mask on your face. "You're the one who thought it would be better if I wear your extra clothes. I could've just worn mine but no, you just had to throw a fit."

He crosses his arms over his chest. "I'm not going to go rob a store with a partner that's wearing a damn hideous flower dress."

You roll your eyes.

"It is not hideous. My mother-in-law bought that for me."

"In case you didn't realize, we are going to commit a crime. Not go on a field trip to grandma's house so we can drink tea and knit stupid fucking sweaters."

You huff loudly and follow close behind him as he starts to walk up the block again.

His hands are stuffed deep in his pockets. You can't help but examine the scars on his arms as he starts whistling, oblivious to your gaze. The marks appear to cover both of his arms then trail up to his jaw. Then there's the burnt eyebags under his eyes. Skin is loosely attached together with metal staples that seem to be done by his own hand. It must've hurt terribly to do it all by himself.

Where could he have gotten burned this badly? It wouldn't be surprising if he got caught up in a fight while in the middle of doing some villainous acts. But deep down inside you hope to see him without a shirt on in the near future... only because you want to see the rest of his scars of course.

His deep, raspy voice pulls you out of your thoughts. He keeps the back of his head towards you while he talks. "I can feel your eyes on me, angel. See something that you want?"

You scoff, quickly trying to think of a swarmy comeback.

"Not really, you don't fit in with my type of guys."

"Yeah cause innocent girls like yourself like your men half and half huh? I don't really care. Not like you fit into my type of women either, sweetheart. I like women that actually look good."

Just a bit of spite can be heard in his first few words spoken, making them sound almost accusatory.

Raising an eyebrow, you smirk. "And what is your type Dabi? If you manage to get girls despite how you look anyway."