𝘙𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺

Chapter 19

Song Recommendations

I Wouldn't Ask You by Clairo
Salvation by Gabrielle Aplin
Almost Heaven by Jeremiah Lloyd Harmon

Just a little reminder, we are still in Asami's flashbacks. The last chapter was in the summer, and this chapter is the following fall!! If anybody has questions, please don't be afraid to reach out :))

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Dabi was cold, but his heart had been warm.

Who was I to prod into his personal life, and him into mine? The answer was that it wasn't our business. The only thing we found ourselves concerned with was red lollipops and cheese pizza off the pier of the local beach.

Stolen. Of course.

Never bought.

I was content with him. Finding solace in the roughness of his hands and the firmness of his rare smiles.

Rare with others, but not with me.

The air felt soft with him, something I had never experienced before. Even the coldest nights felt suddenly bearable so long as he was there.

I slept soundly beside him, welcoming dreams of fields and of a woman with black hair who had a mole on her chin. She was kind in my dreams, taking me flying and soaring through night skies. Looking back now, it had to have been Nana's lingering presence.

I saw lots in my dreams when I was younger. Saw books come to life, my classmates smiling at me rather than grimacing, saw Dabi without scars... My dreams were the greatest escape I had never truly known.

I used to always wake up to Dabi toying with my hair. I wasn't exactly sure why he always chose to play with it. Looking back, he probably liked the idea that he was allowed to touch something so soft and delicate. It was like a toy to him, something that was his.

He said it reminded him of his mothers.

That was all he ever said about her. "She had hair the same color as doves," and that was all.

It didn't seem that Dabi had seen much in his life that he could call his.

This didn't bother me either. The bullying began to happen less and less. The kids on the block were scared of Dabi who hung over my shoulder like a brooding cloud. Bakugo had become terrified of the "Scar Man," I had threatened him with, so our interactions became few.

For the first time in my life, I hadn't been afraid.

It was fall now, and Dabi always seemed to be happier when the colder weather blew on his scars and cooled them down. This afternoon had been spent with him sobbing in my shoulder as I was forced to staple his skin together; so he had been sulking and aggravated all evening.

He always hated having to redo them.

"Have you finally worked up the guts to talk to that green guy you always whine about?" He asked, his black hair brushing against my temple as I immediately whined and began scratching at the new itch. He chuckled, standing back up as we wandered down the city streets.

"He has a name," I remarked.

"Midoriya, right?" He asked.

"Yes. And no, I haven't worked up the nerve to talk to him," I replied.

"Your birthday is tomorrow," Dabi chuckled, placing a hand on top of my head as he leaned forward and caught my eye. "What do you wanna do?" He asked.