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DABI LEANED AGAINST THE WALL of the bar, watching as cars sparsely passed down the quiet road. Is she even here today?...This is such a waste of time...
"Huh?...Oh, him? This is a new friend I made."
He sighed, dropping his chin down to his chest and closing his eyes. What a immature kid she is...And she's the girlfriend of a Yakuza leader? Is this some sort of joke?—
"Oh! We meet again!"
Dabi looked up to see y/n with surprised eyes and raised brows, holding a cigarette between her fingers as she let out a huff of smoke. "Dabi, right?"
He didn't respond, but allowed y/n to keep him company. She jumped on the lid atop of a green dumpster that was across from him, kicking her legs out and crossing them over by the ankles. "Did you see my show tonight?"
"...Nope."
"Huuuuhhh? How come?"
"You whine like a child, yknow."
"Well, technically I am still a kid, I'm only 18."
Dabi lifted a brow. He expected her to be young, but not that young.
"How old are you, Dabi Sir?"
"...How old do you think I am, calling me Sir?"
"Hmmmm, 35-40?"
"So you'd talk to a middle age man in a dark alley?"
"...Yeah, it's not like they could hurt me."
Dabi squinted his eyes through his black shades. She's hinting at her quirk to a stranger?...She's one of those confident girls, ain't she?
"...I'm not 35."
"40?"
"I'm not some middle aged creep. I'm in my early twenties."
"How early?" She coyed, intrigued.
"...20 to 25."
"...That's what early twenties is."
"I know."
Y/n suddenly started to giggle, smashing her cigarette against the dumpster to put it out. "A man of mystery. I like it."
Dabi shoulders slumped. She acts without thinking about consequences...Any normal girl would be creeped out by some random man in an alley...Then again...
He looked up at her, watching her flick the cigarette onto the ground. Her hair swiftly blew with the breeze, and her long lashes on her one exposed eye batted softly. Just her overall appearance was calm yet intimidating, someone you didn't want to approach.
...She's got a barrier that protects her at all time. I guess that's why she's so vulnerable, because she knows her safety is guaranteed.
"So, Dabi. What are you doing in an area like this anyway??"
He was slightly taken aback by the sudden question. The area is a hub for vigilantes and gang members, so him revealing that he's a villain could cause y/n to figure out his true motive.
"Are you a vigilante, too?"
Dabi raised a brow at the word "too". Once again, she willingly implied information about herself. "...Yeah, I am."
"Ohhhh cool! I'm a...well, vigilante would be an understatement." She whispered under her breath, probably something Dabi wasn't supposed to hear.
"...So you play the violin while being a criminal?" Dabi asked. If he wanted to gain her trust, enough of it that she'd drop her barrier, he'd have to start showing interest in her. Though, really...
he just want to kill her already.
"Yeah, I gotta make time for my passion...Though it's gotten kinda boring...Usually I'm a sucker for praise and compliments but..." She lifted her hand to her right eye, adjusting her eyepatch. "I'm losing interest."
Dabi noticed her bubbly aura sort of deflate.
Suddenly, a phone started to ring, which startled the two of them. "Oop, that's mine!" She chuckled, lifting up her dress to reveal her undergarments, where she kept her phone, cigarette case, and a knife, which was strapped to her upper thigh.
Dabi looked away as she pulled up her dress, sweat running down the side of his face. "Geez." He whispered, avoiding eye contact with the lower half of her body.
As she answered the phone, she jumped off the dumpster, listening to the person talk. She slammed her flip phone shut, waving goodbye to Dabi. "Sorry, Dabi. It was my boyfriend. He needs me."
She slowly walked to the sidewalk, before turning back to him. "...We're not gonna stop meeting, now that you know I've got a boyfriend, right?"
Dabi stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets, slightly tilting his head. "...Why do you think I care?"
Y/n felt a smile creep across her captivating face. "Most men would be prancing on me like cougars...Good to see your different...But not for long." She winked, before disappearing around the corner.
Dabi stood alone once again. "...Flirting while having a Yakuza boyfriend?"
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