Witness (Dabi x reader) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 12

 "Jesus those bastards were relentless. Thanks for saving me back there." Y/N sighed as she stretched.

Dabi and Y/N settled down for the night after another battle with the mafia. With Y/N fighting frontlines and Dabi's sneak attacks, they were victorious. But as the week went on the more people they had to fight. And the longer the battles were. Y/N sat down on an old crate in an abandoned warehouse.

"Just watch your back next time," He responded.

Dabi stood across from her. The only thing between them was a steel drum. He wanted to say something but he thought better of it.

He sighed as he ran his hand through his black hair. He could see his breath in the air. It was pretty warm outside even for the night. But the warehouse held on to the cold. Dabi wasn't really bothered but Y/N was.

Y/N hugged herself tighter. The black denim jacket didn't stand against the cold as much thanks to the tears she got from the battle.

"It's so cold..." She muttered under trembling lips.

Dabi looked at her shivering quietly in the dark. He sighed irritably. Bullet holes riddled her clothes. The bullet holes wouldn't have been there if she wasn't reckless. Besides the quirk erasing sociopath, she was invincible. So she fought like a god. Her quirk made her bulletproof but her clothes weren't. It'll be harder to hide when her clothes were in tatters. Even though Dabi was annoyed at her, he was still feeling generous.

"Here, brat." Dabi conjured a flame in his hand and lit the inside of the steel drum.

The flame grew large to warm and light up the area. She felt the heat meld into her. She smiled gently. A nice advantage to have a pyromaniac around.

And just as quickly as her smile appeared, it was gone. In the blue light from the flame, she could see Dabi's hands shine with a clear ooze.

"Your hands..." she said.

Y/N rushed towards him. She had seen all kinds of injuries including burns. When she grabbed his hands Y/N saw his blisters for herself. The skin between the staples was red and peeling. And it reeked that awful smell of burned flesh. It didn't take long to put the two together. She had made sure no one was close to him during the fight. So, the only one who had done this to him was himself.

"This is the drawback to your quirk isn't it?" Y/N was still holding his hands when she asked the question.

It was true, his body was weak to his own fire. It took him years to understand how it worked and even longer to control it. But the word drawback made him remind him of his father.

And he always remembered what his father always told him what his quirk was:

A disadvantage.

A flaw.

A mistake.

The word 'drawback' dug up a lot of old memories. Memories that Dabi would rather burn. He refused to answer but the silence spoke for him. At least that what Y/N understood.

"It's nothing." He said quietly.

"Come on dude. I can see this with my own two eyes." Y/N pleaded.

She looked at his eyes to see if he would back down. But he had a cold hateful look. Y/N decided to press on.

She gently pulled his hands closer, "Just let me help-"

"I don't need your help!" He yelled.

Y/N dropped his hands and backed away. She was startled, to say the least. She had never heard him raise his voice, no matter how angry he was. She looked at the ground in defeat.

Dabi stood there quietly broiling in his own anger. It was hard to control his emotions. He wanted to burn everything around him but Y/N was there. Even though she was the reason he felt this turmoil, he still didn't want things heated between them.

Dabi closed his eyes before he took a deep breath, "There's nothing you can do to help."

He was right. It's not like she had a healing quirk. She couldn't even force one out if she tried.

Whether either wanted it or not they needed to talk about their quirks' weaknesses. Maybe then they could work out a strategy that would benefit them the next time they ran into the mafia. At least she hoped.

Y/N sat back down on the crate. She took a moment to choose her words. One wrong move would set him off again.

"We can't ignore the elephant in the room." She started.

"These fights are getting worse and worse," Y/N shifted uncomfortably on the crate. "I think it would be a good time to talk about our quirks."

Dabi gave her a dismissive glance before he leaned against a concrete pillar. He hadn't left the area. He was still giving her a chance.

"I'll go first...." She said.

"I can't control my quirk. So when it starts I have no idea what the adaptation will be," She continued. "Also, it activates only when I have adrenaline in my bloodstream."

Y/N waited patiently for Dabi to speak. He gave her a dismissive glance at first before he gave in and he changed his mind.

"So, you're a wildcard," Dabi said.

"Yes." She responded.

He stayed silent to collect his temper and his thoughts. Silence stretched on until he was ready.

"I can't use my quirk for long. So I have to make every hit count. My flames get stronger with my emotions." He said finally.

Y/N simply nodded in understanding, "Is there a way you can make it weaker?"

"I was only taught to turn it up."

Y/N sighed quietly. It was great to know that he could make better flames but the consequences...

"Okay," Y/N said. "Thanks for the fire."