Thing Of The Past |Dabi x Reader|

Chapter 1

It would always end the same way, he would come and go, never staying more than a few hours at a time. Always at the latest hour would he show up, half dead and bleeding out on your front door. And you would always have to take care of him, and what do you get in return?

Maybe some appreciation, maybe he would stay for a while only for you to end up having sex before he leaves without even saying goodbye, and on the very rare occasions would he ever kiss you back and really mean it. But never once did it satisfy you in the way you wished it did, sure sex with a criminal is exciting and all but then again, it's sex with a criminal. He's not exactly going to say I love you and stay with you all night.

But sometimes you wished he would. Even if just until morning. But he never did.

Tonight you were completely alone, which was nothing new, he would go days and weeks without seeing you. But tonight you wanted to see him. And you hated it. You hated that you wanted to see him. Every now and then you would ask yourself, how did it ever come to this?

How did it come to you tending to one of the most dangerous criminals in all of Japan? It's not like you asked for this, if you had any say in the matter, you would just drop his ass. But that wasn't an option. He had you wrapped so tightly around his finger, it was suffocating. But you were addicted. But why?

Why him? He most certainly wasn't your first choice, but let's face it, your first choice is six feet under right now. He has been for a long time. With a sigh and flop down on your bed and stare up at the ceiling. "God I'm bored." You groan, turning onto your stomach. You reach for the remote near by your night stand and grab it. Aiming it at your new flat screen tv, which your criminal "boyfriend" so graciously stole for you, and turned it on.

Flicking through multiple channels you landed on one that just so happened to be playing your favorite show. You lean back and get comfortable in bed, your phone lay beside you, still just a black screen. Nothing back from him yet. You grabbed it and texted him for the tenth time tonight.

'You know, if you don't wanna come over, at least tell me jackass.'

'Don't have me up all night worrying about you.'

No reply. You roll your eyes before tossing your phone aside. "Oh well, if that asshole doesn't want to show up, that's on him." You say, turning your attention back to the tv.

After an hour or so, you started to drift off. Your tired eyes glance at the alarm clock on your nightstand. 3:45 am in red text blinked back at you. With a yawn, you close your eyes and fall asleep.

Ringing woke you up shortly after. You gasped at the sudden noise, before groaning loudly. You picked up your phone, squinting your eyes at the screen. They widened slightly at the name.

Dabi

You pressed the answer button and held the phone up to your ear. "Yeah?" Your voice was groggy from sleep. Dabi answers back with the same amount of grogginess. "Hey baby. Did I wake you up?"

"Obviously." You scowl. "The fuck Dabi? Why couldn't you answer just one of my texts? It's not like I'm blowing your phone up every three seconds!" You could practically hear Dabi's eyes rolling. "Yeah yeah, just admit you were worried about me and shut up for a second." Before you could say another word, he continued. "I was doing a bit of work for the league. I had to go on a stupid ass scouting mission. Slippery motherfuckers weren't even at the location we were at."

"Ok? And are you going to come over at all?" You asked. "Oh? So now you want me there? Last time I was over at your place, you were rather annoyed by me. Look, I just got done with a very tiring mission, so I think I'll pass. Don't really feel like having my head nagged off." Your eyebrows furrow, and your voice filled with rage as you spoke. " You know, I don't have to let you into my home and treat your sorry ass's wounds all the time! I was worried about you, I've done nothing but worry about you! Sorry if that equals nagging in your mind, so forget it! Don't bother coming over now, or at all!" With that, you hung up and threw your phone across your bed.

Of course it rang, but you weren't going to answer. You really didn't feel like hearing from him right now. Why did he have to act like such a prick? You rarely see him and when you finally get the nerve to ask him to come over, he acts like a that! Tears began to fill in your eyes. "I fucking hate him." You sniffled, that was clearly a lie. You would never get this worked up over someone you didn't care about.

This wasn't good. None of this was good. All of this work and effort was not worth it. Dabi never treated you with even an ounce of care. In fact, you bet if you were to die right in front of him, he wouldn't bat an eye. He'd most likely say, "huh, there goes a fuck buddy. oh well."

It needs to stop. You wipe your eyes and pick up your phone again. Hands shaking as you typed out those dreaded words.

'I don't want this anymore.'

'I think we should stop seeing each other.'

To your shock, he responded right away.

'I'm coming over. Unlock your door.'

You furrow your brows and typed back.

'No. I said I don't want to see you.'

'This isn't healthy. I don't want this, an clearly neither do you.'

Nothing after that. You sigh and set your phone down before laying down. "I wish you were here Touya, you'd know what to do..."