"LOVE?" - MHA ONESHOTS

THE LAST MISSION - dabi

(Hi everyone! Welcome to a oneshot that was based on a dream, if you want the best reading experience I suggest listening to these songs while reading:

gymnopédie No.3 by Erik Satiegymnopédie No.1 by Erik SatieNocturne No.2 in E Flat, Op.9 No.2 by Frederic Chopin, Daniel BarenboimMiroirs: III. Une barque sur l'océan by Mauric Ravel, André LaplanteCarnival of the Animals, R.125: The Swan by Camile Saint-Saens

Please enjoy! I wrote this and never looked back to edit so I'm sorry for any typos!)

"Get in the fucking car (Y/n)!"

You hear Dabi's angry and raspy voice yell at you from the driver's seat. "I'm fucking coming!" You managed to holler back, your voice also raspy but weak. You used the remaining strength left in your arm muscles to slam the trunk shut, making the pickup truck sway from side to side. Huffing and panting, you wiped the sweat away and swallowed dry before walking over to the passenger's seat.

The air feels insanely thick, the aroma of copper, cologne, and cigarettes mix together and meet your nostrils. But instead of commenting on the scent, you pull on the seatbelt to plug it in. An awkward silence filled the room, and you didn't dare to look at Dabi, who was looking forward with his elbow pressed against the door and his hand rubbing his forehead.

God it's so fucking hot, you thought, but you didn't dare to turn on the air. Or better yet, you didn't dare to touch anything whenever Dabi was like this—quiet, pissed, hungry, sleep-deprived. So as any normal person would do, you sat there, stiff as a rock, and waited for him to start the car. What was taking him so long? You knew that answer better than anybody.

You killed the wrong person.

The two of you had one job, and like always, something went wrong. It was simple, take down the guy who was threatening the League's drug market. Everything would go smoothly, you would sneak your way in and lure the target, Dabi would barge in with his strong azure flame and be done with it. But nothing did go smoothly.

In the process, you got a deep cut in your arm, a bullet on your thigh, and god knows how many scratches. One would think they got there because the opposite side showed force, but it was actually your own partner's fault.

"Are you not gonna ask me for alcohol?" He says and it quickly disrupts your thoughts. You turned your head to him, but he was still looking the other way, typical. At first, you didn't exactly plan to answer him, seeing as how it was partially his fault you were in this mess and you were also pissed at him. But then you thought that your injuries will most likely get infected if you don't treat them soon.

You blinked once and turned your head back to its original position. "Do you even have some?" You finally asked and he sighed in annoyance. He finally shifts his body and twists his upper body to look for something in the back seats.

The back seat was an absolute mess, to say the least. You knew Dabi's sanitation could only go so far, and this was proof. The only reason your seat is clean is that he has to have it cleaned, you'd be sitting on a pile of trash and ashes if you weren't useful to the league.

He scavenges and looks for a bag that looks like those lunchboxes you would bring to school. It was a first aid kit you bought because he was too stubborn to treat his own injuries. And of course, like the fool you are, you wanted him to take care of himself. Hearing that thought makes you cringe because it wasn't like you were friends with Dabi. No, it was never like that nor will it ever be. That's just ridiculous.

Dabi finally finds it and pulls it out of the mess he had in the back. Unzipping it, you watched as he looked for the small bottle of alcohol in frustration. You see, if he didn't have to look out for you, he wouldn't. If you weren't so valuable to the leader, then you'd be lying dead in the streets by now. You weren't of much importance to Dabi and you could tell.