GHOST - Dabi x OC

Pt 7

I woke up and was faced with a dark ceiling. I tried to get up but noticed I was still bleeding. Suddenly I heard a whisper. I turned to the left but there was no one there. The whisper then turned into two, then to three. I must've overdone it. I didn't have any other excuse. They were so loud yet I couldn't make out what they wanted to say. I slowly inched my body to sit up. I looked around the room and it looked like some old motel. The lights were either broken or dim. Blue light shined through the blinds. 

The voices were beginning to be overbearing to the point where I couldn't even hear my own breathing in the quiet motel room. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I slowly opened them and was surrounded by the men I had just killed. Their eyes were black and devoid of life. I was usually able to ignore them or they stood so far away that their presence had no effect on me. But right now the bed was surrounded by them and I didn't know why. I looked around and recognized all their faces. I noticed someone in the very corner of the room. They looked up to meet my eyes and I froze in fear, my hands slightly shaking. I let out my breath and suddenly the door opened. I looked around to reach for my katana and it was across the room. I grabbed the knife in my pocket and pulled it out pointing it at whoever was about to come in.

"Good luck trying to kill anyone in your physical state," Dabi said as he opened the door and walked through. My body relaxed.

"Fuck you scared me" I let out a deep breath which hurt. I winced and looked down at my cut. I noticed Dabi had kneeled in front of me.

"Take off your shirt," he said in a demanding tone.

"Excuse me"

"I need to treat your wound" he was being awfully nice. It was weird. I didn't want to owe him anything else, getting me supplies and lugging my body to this motel was enough already.

"It's fine i can do it myself" he threw the supplies on the bed next to me and walked over to the bathroom.

"Fine good luck bleeding out" I knew how to do stitches but there was no way I could get this cut. Especially since it was an old scar that went from my hip bone to my under boob. Luckily the whole thing didn't open up only from around my belly button up. It was still too big for me to do on my own. I looked in the bag and saw alcohol. I opened the bottle, lifted my shirt, and poured a decent amount on my stomach. It burned. I winced and dug my fingernails into the sheets. "Fuck"

I heard Dabi walk back into the room. "Fucking idiot just let me do it" I paused or a second and finally agreed. He grabbed the bag and pulled out a needle and thread. He slowly slipped the thread into the needle with precision I could tell he'd done this before. "Take off your shirt" I hesitantly agreed, lifting my shirt over my head leaving me in nothing but my bra. He grabbed gauze and poured alcohol on it, cleaning the around the bottom of my cut where he was going to begin the stitches. Finally, he placed his hand on my skin. It was warm, something I usually was not fond of. But right now it was almost comforting. I felt the needle enter my skin as he made his way up the cut.

he was around my rib cage when his hand moved to the smallest part of my waist. I knew it was to support his movements but my cheeks flushed. I bent my neck back to look at the ceiling and try to collect myself. He suddenly stopped as his fingers neared my breast. "You're not going to like this but your bra is in the way."

I looked down and met his eyes, his lips curled up a bit.

"I'm not taking it off, I'll just lift it a little" I grabbed my bra and lifted it. The cut was reachable but I wasn't exposing anything else.

"I don't know I mean it's probably uncomfortable you can go ahead and take it off it'd just make things easier." I used my other free hand to flick his forehead "Kidding" he began to finish the stitches. "Alright, you're done".

3rd Person

Dabi stood up to walk to the bathroom and throw away the dirty gauze. He walked back into the room as she sat on the bed looking down at her hands which were now covered in dry blood. He looked at her bareback which now looking closely at he could see small circular scars that decorated it. He knew all too well what they were. Who was she really? He ignored his thoughts and walked over to his duffel bag pulling out a black shirt and tossing it to her.

1st person

I felt something hit the back of my head. I turned around to see Dabi had thrown a shirt at me. I picked it up and slowly slid it on being careful not to rub it against my stitches. "Thanks" he stayed quiet "for helping me here and the stitches. I probably would've died without your help"

"Why did you let him cut you. I've seen your quirk you could've prevented it"

"I didn't think he would hurt me. I've known him for ages. He might be a dick but I never expected him to do that."

"If you ask me it looked like he was aiming. That cut i could tell was a scar before wasn't it"

"He wouldn't have done it on purpose" did I really know Hotari as well as I thought I did.

"Whatever you say assassin"

"Yumma"

"Huh?" I turned back to look at him

"You can call me Yumma" I started to stand up and gather my strength back. I wasn't gonna intrude any longer. "Anyway thanks for everything" I walked toward him reaching for my katana on the chair next to him.

"You know the boss said to stay away from you so I could get in trouble and here you are just leaving without paying me back" I chuckled.

"Meet me at the bar on 75th street bar tomorrow night and I'll compensate you"

"I don't have time for that" he pushed his hand against the wall trapping me in between. I held my breath and walked toward the door.

"You may have helped me Dabi but don't think for one second that you hold anything over me. Meet me there at 7 pm or don't expect to get compensated at all" I opened the door walking out closing the door behind me.