MHA x Reader

Home Is Where The Villains Are

The sky is dark and cloudy. You turn down an alley and begin to get an eerie feeling. You touch the cord protruding from the back of your neck. The cord stuck out slightly before curving back down into your skin. You fingered the loop, sending shivers down your spine. You walk faster. One more turn and you are in front of your door. You knock twice, count to four, and knock seven more times. The door opens and you step inside.

"How was your first day?" Kurogiri asks. You sit down at the bar and he slides a glass of orange juice to you. "Good. I made some awesome new friends," you beam. "They aren't friends. They are pawns," a scratchy voice chimes in. Shigiraki sits down next to you. "Idiot. We are all pawns," Dabi counters, sitting to your right. Kurogiri rolls his eyes at the two, at least you think. You smile at him and shrug. It is what it is. "Hi boys," you greet. Shigiraki scoffs and begins playing a game. "Hey," Dabi mumbles, taking a shot. You watch him careful as he takes another. You turn back to Kurogiri and raise a finger. Before you can say anything, he begins to speak. "I would not advise drinking at such an age," Kurogiri states. Your shoulders slump in disappointment. Dabi lets out a low chuckle. He stands and motions for you to follow. As you are leaving, you hear Kurogiri sigh and Shigiraki cackle.

Dabi leads you out of the building and down several winding streets. He stops in front of a small apartment. You watch as he pulls out a key and unlocks the door. "Take off your shoes," he grumbles. You step inside and are met with a wet, slobbering tongues. Two large dog lick your face. "Indie! Mars! Stay down," Dabi snaps. The dogs sit in front of you, tails wagging vigorously. "I didn't know you had dogs," you say, scratching behind the dogs' ears. "There is a lot you don't know," he replies. Dabi opens a cupboard and takes out several bottles. Next he arranges two rows of shot glasses. He pours a shot from each bottle. You sit down at his kitchen bar, the dogs lying near your feet.

Dabi slides you one of the rows. "Start at this end. This is milder liquor," he says before taking his first shot. He leaves the kitchen and heads down a small hallway. You pick the shot and down the clear liquid. It burns your throat. You cough and scrunch your face in disgust. A hearty laugh comes from behind you. "No one ever said it tasted good," Dabi chuckles. You stare at him in disbelief. You had never heard him laugh like that. The only times you had heard him laugh, it was a dry and cynical laugh. But this time was different. It was deep and throaty but it was nice. Kinda hot actually. Dabi took a second shot and you took yours. This time you didn't cough as much. Dabi watched you intently. "Do it without your hands," he ordered. "What?"

"Don't use your hands. Like this." He put his hands behind his back, bent down, and picked up the shot glass with his lips. He tipped his head back and swallowed the liquor. You watched closely before copying his movements. It was actually kind of fun. You set the glass down and looked back to Dabi. He now had a lit joint in his hand and he was smirking at you. "Not bad," he mused, "Want to race?" He gave you four shots of the same liqour as the first shot. Then gave himself four shots. "Here are the rules: no hands and you have to finish all the shots even if you don't win. First one to finish their shots, wins," he explains. You nod. "Three, two, one," he calls.

To be continued...