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DABI AND Y/N met with each other once again in the alley beside the bar, marking their 3rd week of knowing one another.
He watched as she lit her cigarette with her small black lighter, taking a couple puffs of the drug. She slowly exhaled the smoke, tilting her head back as she sat on top of the dumpster. "...My week was rough."
"..."
Y/n's eyes glared down from the sky, her pouting out her bottom lip. "Aren't cha gonna ask why???"
"If I'm being honest, I don't really care."
Y/n felt a smile spread across her face. "You're so mean to me sometimes." She chuckled, taking another puff of her cig.
"I'm mean to everyone, don't worry." He teased, leaning against the brick wall.
"Well, If you must know," Y/n started. "it's my boyfriend. He makes my blood boil!"
"...Just break up with him, then."
"I can't...See, I'm in this...'vigilante group' if you will, and he's the head. If I kill the head, the whole group and other allies will be after me." She complained, crossing her arms. "And though killing me won't be easy, I don't enjoy being under stress...So I'm stuck."
